CHAPTER NINETEEN
SAHVIN
I couldn’t blame Nora for worrying. What we were doing was a dangerous business. If we were caught by the Sargans, we might be lucky to be sold into slavery. We could be executed. From what I had heard as a slave and since I have been with the mercenaries, the Consortium sold them out in exchange for peace. Except, no one told the Farseekans. They had no choice but to fight.
The Consortium was going to help them rebuild, but that was all. Nora told me how they financed the Breskaa mission---by rescuing the daughter of a planetary governor and collecting a reward. At one point, I asked Commander Maktu what we would do if the Sargans came after us in force.
He was dead serious when he answered, “Run like hell!”
They knew they were never going to find everyone who was lost. We would find the ones we could and go back to Farseek and make a life for ourselves.
But those thoughts only stayed in my mind for seconds. Holding Nora turned my thoughts to her luscious body and how I wanted to caress every inch of it with my fingertips. She certainly looked like she was up for anything. I called it a massage, but it was a sensual touching that intensified her arousal and mine as well.
I loved the way she arched her body to my fingertips as I stroked her from head to toe until she quivered with desire and begged for me to give her release. Then I’d start with her toes and use my lips and tongue to further stoke her arousal, kissing and tasting her up one shapely leg and down the other, then back to the core of her sex. All it took was one kiss and the swipe of my tongue over her clit to make her cum, screaming in ecstasy as she writhed through her orgasm. I kept it going until she let me know she’d had enough.
But we weren’t finished by any means.
The heights of pleasure we shared were well beyond my wildest dreams. When she did the same to me, it was mind-blowing. My cock got so hard before she even touched it. Once she completed her tour of my body, she went back to my cock and worked it with her hands while she licked and sucked the head. It would fit in her mouth no farther.
Sometimes she would take me all the way to release and swallow as much of my seed as she could, or she would crawl on top of me and impale herself on my shaft and ride me while I kneaded her lovely breasts and pinched her nipples. We both came hard together. Then she collapsed on my chest and held me inside her as long as she could.
We were magnificent together---two halves of a whole.
For now, our home would be wherever we could live together. I prayed that the universe would allow us to finally settle on Farseek one day to make a family.
During the time it took Dread One and the others to make their way to Nadoo we had many passionate evenings alone together. We also had some evenings shared with our friends gaming in the recreation room or watching stories. The female population of the dreads had increased a little as more of the mercenaries discovered their solmatu among the new rescues.
Dread Five had the opportunity to scan the slave ship covertly, so they had the complete layout and the location of their landing bay for our shuttles to enter. The ship was called Rered Rauner, and it was in the process of delivering slaves to the outlying farm and mining colonies. When they put into orbit at Nadoo, they would open their landing and launch bay to shuttle down slaves to the planet.
Our shuttles would be waiting to enter and use pirated codes to open the landing bays. The ground teams would secure the ship and subdue the crew. Then the flight team will shuttle in.
There were multiple locations to recover our people on Nadoo. Command would give asylum to any race who requested it even though they were explicitly looking for Uatu people. We would also take Sargan defectors if we had space.
Six of our ten dreadnaughts went ahead to Nadoo to secure the primary locations of Uatu slaves for us to evacuate. Command estimated that it would take days to locate their people complete the evacuation. Dreads One and Five ground teams would maintain security on the Rered Rauner.
I was happy with that because Nora and the other Earth women would be identifying and registering the slaves on the ship and registering incoming slaves from Nadoo. We would only be separated for a few hours on this mission. It made less worry for Nora. We were still newly mated enough that being separated for too many days was stressing and lonely.
Felines’ attachment to their meomee is more intense in the first year than other humanoid races. Scientifically it’s explained as a physical dependence of the pheromones and hormones from the feline. These are not released until the feline is exposed to meomee. Once that has happened, it is almost impossible not to fall in love with one’s fated mate.
Homo sapiens sometimes have difficulty with the dynamics of feline meomee mating practices, especially Earth homo sapiens. They believed that bonding emotionally before bonding sexually was required. I suppose that is workable without the bonding pheromones and hormones of meomee. But their own statistics seemed to indicate a failure rate of sixty-six percent. The percentage of failure in an-meomee matings among felines whether they mate with other felines or homo sapiens is as bad if not worse.
Many felines prefer not to mate at all, or enter into a partnership to procreate and share custody of their offspring. It is not ideal, but a reasonable compromise for those who wish to have heirs. At one time I had considered it---if I didn’t find meomee.
But I did.