NINE
Vaxa’an could hardly think, could hardly process a single, complete thought as he rushed to his quarters. The only thing going through his mind was his Instinct’s desire.
- Fuck. Mate. Possess. -
Vaxa’an growled, hanging onto his sanity by a thread. He knew he couldn’t fuck her, couldn’t claim her the way his Instinct demanded, not until he received the Fates blessing. As Prime Leader, it was important to him, that he claimed her in the traditional way.
His Instinct battled him fiercely, however. The blood rush of the fight and his female’s intoxicating, overpowering scent didn’t help matters.
When he reached his quarters, he threw his female onto their sleeping platform and positioned her to his liking: on her hands and knees, her enticing backside facing him.
“Vaxa,” she gasped, but her voice came out throaty, husky, and she didn’t protest when he ripped his tunic off her form, exposing her soaked cunt and large, full, swaying breasts.
He tore his coverings off as well, leaving his throbbing, hard cock on display. Kat craned her neck around, catching a glimpse of it and she let out another whimper. Vaxa’an watched as her thighs clenched, a creamy trail of wetness dripping from her cunt.
For all of her protests about how “barbaric” the training deck was, her cunt didn’t lie to him. It told him everything he needed to know. His cock bobbed as he kneeled beside the platform, grasping her thighs with a bruising force before diving his face between her thighs.
Kat screeched, her head tossing back, neck straining, eyes closed. “Euughhh!” she gasped and the sound drove him deeper. His ridged tongue licked and sucked at the wetness, his eyes rolling back into his head, needing more, needing everything. He sought more of her cream, driving his tongue deep inside her, his spine tingling, all while listening to her pants and cries. Her hands scrambled against their platform’s furs before clutching them tightly between her tiny fists.
“Vaxa, I’m cumming!” she screamed. He growled when her felt her walls contract against his tongue before her back bowed and then arched violently, a wordless scream on her lips. ‘Cumming’ must mean orgasming, he thought, filing that information away. He would make her cum many, many times.
He was relentless. His hips fucked the air in front of him, his Instinct’s frustration mounting. He growled and purred, feeling the vibration of his tongue resonate through her cunt. His fingertips came up to find and play with her clit, rolling the small swollen bead between his fingers, all while trying to fuck his tongue inside her even more deeply. What he wouldn’t give for it to be his cock instead. Only then, would he fill her the way he ached to.
She gave a breathless huff and then she mewed before Vaxa’an felt her walls clench again. She was ‘cumming’ again, bucking against his tongue, trying to prolong her orgasm, his greedy little female.
Her arms shook and her knees trembled. She was moaning loudly, her breath ragged. Vaxa’an growled, the pressure in his cock becoming unbearable. He felt like he would seed any moment, without so much as a touch, and he hadn’t done that since he was a youth.
With a hiss, he pulled away, standing so that he could flip her over. She flopped back onto his bed, seeming like she was still in the pleasure of her orgasm, her back arched, puckered nipples jutted in the air. His mouth watered and he fell onto them, sucking and gently nibbling on the beaded peaks.
Kat’s fists came to his horns and he felt her touch deep in his varx. He was going to seed any moment, if she didn’t stop.
“Vaxa,” she gasped, locking eyes with him. That strange liquid was shining there and Vaxa’an frowned, almost pulling away because he thought she was sad or upset. But then she pleaded, “P-please, I need…please fuck me, fuck me. Now!”
Strength filled his body, but Vaxa’an had never felt so physically frustrated in his entire lifetime. His female was begging him to fill her with his cock, to sink himself to the hilt into her welcoming vaxix. He could almost imagine the way she’d feel, hot and tightly wrapped around his cock, her walls demanding his seed from his body.
He groaned. “Female, I can’t.”
“Why not?” she cried out.
It pained him to say, like the words were ripped from his throat. “We will not mate until the Fates have blessed us. Not until we reach Luxiria.”
Kat groaned, her chest heaving. Two bright pink spots flushed her cheeks as he continued his assault on her breasts, taking her pebbled nipples between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to put her on edge, but not enough to be painful.
She reached between them, running her hands over his body, stroking the sweat that made his skin gleam, tracing his defined muscles. Her touch was almost his undoing; her soft, small hands felt like sin on his body. She rubbed her cheek against his left horn, murmuring in a daze, “You smell amazing.”
Of course, his scent would attract her, he thought. His Instinct had chosen a perfect mate.
With a growl, he pushed up from her body, coming to settle himself between her legs. He pushed them as wide as they would go, shifting her backside to rest on his lower thighs. This position teased his senses. This would be the position he would first take her in during the mating ceremony and he only tortured himself, knowing what he would do next.
Without penetrating her, Vaxa’an pushed forward, nudging his cock to rest between the lips of her cunt. Kat stared up at him, eyes half-lidded, like she was in a trance. Her full lips were flushed and parted.
A strangled gasp was wrenched from her throat when he thrust between her lips. He growled, feeling her wetness slip against his cock, lubricating him…although he didn’t need it. His own cock was weeping the beginnings of his seed, making the slide effortless.
Vaxa’an felt the mating purr begin deep in his chest and Kat’s mouth rounded, gazing up at him as she whispered, “Your cock…it’s vibrating.”
“Tev,” he growled. “Feels good?”
“Yes! Oh my God, yes,” she said softly, voice hitching. “Your knobs…”
His knobs? He’d ask her what that meant afterwards.
Vaxa’an shook his head, thrusting against her body, feeling her wet lips part for him, feeling the nudge of her hard clit against the sensitive head of his cock. He hissed, feeling his muscles expand, feeling his strength flow deep in his bones.
“Tev, female,” he rasped, gripping her ass, tugging her closer for more leverage, his hips pounding between her thighs. All around him, he could smell her arousal. It drove him to edge of madness and wrapped around his brain so tightly that he wondered how he could think at all.
Shamefully, it didn’t take long before he felt the beginnings of his orgasm. He’d last longer for her next time, he resolved, even as he felt her scratch at his skin with her blunt little claws, back arched, mouth open in a silent scream as her belly convulsed. She was cumming for a third time, his sensitive little human female. He growled. He’d have much happiness with his mate. He envisioned lazy mornings and long nights of this, of giving his female pleasure, of seeing her exhausted on their furs, glowing from it.
Vaxa’an roared to the ceiling, his seed wrenched from his cock, bathing her cunt and belly, when he imagined her round with their offspring. Yes, he thought. Soon. Soon, she would be pregnant with their young, he’d make sure of it. Especially before the lunar cycle was finished. He would do everything in his power to make it so.
His muscles trembled with the after-effects of his orgasm and he panted, looking down at Kat, rumbling in contentment when he saw the evidence of their play. His opalescent seed shimmered against her skin and dripped down her cunt. His Instinct purred its pleasure when he reached down to rub it into her skin, slicking it between her pink folds.
She made a small noise, a cross between a moan and a gasp. “Vaxa…I—I need rest.”
He grinned down at his mate, feeling like he could take on anything in the universe. “I know, female,” he murmured to her, leaning down to rub his horn against her cheek. Kat sighed, sounding tired. “Let us wash,” he said. He was still dirty from his training session with Lihvan. She had a streak of his blue blood across the inside of her thigh. And as much as he was pleased to see it there, a reminder of their impending blood bond, he wished to bathe off his sweat and grime.
“I think you need to carry me,” she said softly. Vaxa climbed off her and their sleeping platform, his cock already hardening. When she saw it, she gave him a look he couldn’t read and mumbled, “On second thought, I’ll carry myself.”
Vaxa’s lips twitched and he reached for her. A moment later, she was swung up into his arms. Any chance that he got to carry his female, he would take it. He loved the feel of her soft skin against his, how small she was next to him. Inside the wash room, he turned on the washing stall and ducked them both inside.
The water was warm and it helped sooth the ache in his muscles. Luxirians healed fast. The claw marks and bruises from Lihvan would be gone by morning, but he would mourn the loss of the tiny scratches his female had given his bare chest. He peered down at them, brushing his fingertips over the small lines, a few droplets of blood washing off.
Kat looked to where he was petting and she gasped. “Did I do that?”
“Yes, luxiva,” he rumbled, reaching out to run his palms down her arms before wrapping his fist in her long, dark hair.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, brows furrowing in concern, reaching out gingerly to touch the scratches.
He huffed out an amused chortle. “Sorry for what?” His pupils dilated. “I like them.”
“Oh,” she breathed, looking up at him with wide eyes. A moment later, her gaze dropped to his lips. He’d seen her do it before, but he thought it was strange.
“Why do you always look at my mouth?” he asked, rubbing his hand down her body…before gently washing between her legs.
Her breath hitched, but she hesitated. “In your culture, do you kiss?”
“Kiss?” he asked. The language implant had a vague definition, but he didn’t understand it. Touching mouths together? For what purpose? “What is this ‘kiss’?”
The pink on her cheeks returned. “Forget it. I shouldn’t…I don’t—”
“Tell me,” he demanded, his hands sliding down to her hips.
Kat blew out a small breath, the spray from the washing stall creating an enticing pattern of droplets on her soft skin. He longed to suck every single one off her lush body, but she’d told him she needed to rest. Patience, he thought to himself. The span was still fresh. Later that night, perhaps she would have rested up. Eventually, she would grow used to his appetite.
“Maybe I should just show you,” she murmured quietly.
“Show me,” he agreed, intrigued, jerking his head in a nod.
Kat inhaled a deep breath. “You’ll have to bend down a little. You’re too tall.”
He was growing more confused with every second that passed. Still, he did as his female asked and bent at his waist slightly. She came up on the tips of her little toes, adjusting their height difference even further.
Her eyes connected with his briefly before she leaned forward…and brushed her soft lips against his own. Vaxa’an drew in a sharp breath.
He saw her lips curl before she did it again.
Vaxa’an purred, shuddering against her, feeling his spine tingle at this little, unexpected pleasure.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered, “Close your eyes,” to which he immediately obeyed. Anything for her to continue what she was doing.
“This is kiss?” he rasped, his guttural voice thickening the words.
“Kissing,” she corrected. His female leaned forward, pressing her mouth to his more fully and then she lightly slid her tongue against his—that perfect, pink, smooth tongue. He purred and growled, liking this kissing. “Now, reciprocate,” she whispered to him.
His chest rumbled and he grabbed her waist, pressing her to his hardened cock that refused to soften in her presence. Angling his neck for a better position, he did as she told him. Learning from her, he moved his mouth against hers, tasting her, lightly at first but growing more urgent as he swept his ridged tongue inside.
Kat gave a shuddery moan, clinging to his shoulders, her blunt claws digging into his flesh. Vaxa’an didn’t know how long they kissed, but eventually his back started to ache, hunched over as he was, so he scooped her up and she wrapped her shapely legs around his waist, bringing her face-to-face with him.
And they stayed in that position for a long time. Vaxa’an had never felt closer to a female and he had bedded many. Kissing set his blood on fire and left his Instinct wanting, but he didn’t want to do anything to disrupt this moment.
Eventually, however, he knew he must stop. He only had so much self-control and he’d already tempted himself too much for one span…and it wasn’t even mid-span yet.
Vaxa’an wanted nothing more than to take his female back to his sleeping platform and continue this kissing with her until the span wasted away. But he was the Prime Leader. He had responsibilities, duties. Soon, he would be needed at the command center.
Regretfully, he broke away. His Kat looked flushed, her pink lips swollen and begging for more kissing. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused.
“It’s not fair,” she murmured, like she was in a daze. “It’s not fair that you’re good at kissing too.”
His chest puffed out a little. “What else am I good at, female?”
Her eyes cleared a little and she wiggled in his grasp enough that he set her back down on the washing stall floor. “Stop fishing for compliments.”
Her words didn’t make sense to him, but he shrugged them off. Human words. Not everything would translate.
“I need to go to the command center,” he told her. “I must prepare for our re-entry onto Luxiria.”
Kat blinked and some clarity returned to her gaze. Vaxa’an remembered the deal that they’d negotiated and he frowned, his good mood souring just a little.
“When do we arrive at your planet?”
“We arrive at our planet,” he said, correcting her, “in two spans. And we must be ready, luxiva.”