Chapter Nine: Perfection
Temos woke up in his bed alone, but he still had a smile on his face. Why wouldn't he? Somewhere on this ship, in either Az or Alaran's bed, was the woman he wanted to call his mate.
He remembered his father telling him that one day he would find someone who made his heart sing and his blood beat with approval.
At the time, he'd been young and eager to get off planet and see the great wonders of the cosmos. Finding a mate had been the last thing on his mind. He was more concerned with finding people who would travel with him and then blazing new trails together.
And now he had all of that.
He had his companions, and they all had the woman that they shared, and things were good.
They were very, very good.
Az also woke up in his bed alone. It still smelled a bit like Nat, like the softly floral scented gel that she used on her hair when she washed. He had no idea what it was supposed to be, or even what flora it was supposed to smell like, but he didn't think he'd ever be able to smell it and not think of her.
Now he rolled over onto his side and inhaled deeply, taking it in.
Natasha was in Alaran's bed, of that he was sure. Alaran was still the newest to this, and sometimes he needed the extra reassurance that he was allowed to have it.
Natasha was good at giving it to him, making sure to touch him and kiss him the same as she did with the two of them, and it seemed like it was helping.
Somewhere else, this might have been an odd configuration, three Dammen Ka and a human woman, but here, on their ship, their Bertha, their home, it was perfect.
Alaran had never believed in perfection. His life up until he left with Temos and Azaniston had been a mess. His parents were dead, and without a father to guide him and a mother to teach him, he'd spent cycles just drifting and trying to figure out what he wanted to be.
Traveling with Az and Temos had taught him a lot about who he was and his place in the grand scheme of things, but he wondered if anything could have prepared him for this.
For the wonder of waking up with his arms around a naked and sleeping Natasha like it was the most natural thing in the world.
If someone had told him weeks ago that this would be happening, Alaran would have said he didn't want it to happen. He would have been lying, but he would have said it, still.
And now, with her there with him, he knew that all of his fighting against it, against her, had just been fear of his own feelings.
Who was this human woman to come and change everything?
She was softly stirring in his arms, and the way that she rubbed her face against his chest had him sighing with pleasure. Temos and Az had already had her, he knew that, but they were taking it slower. So far it had just been mouths and hands and the pleasure of touch.
Natasha didn’t seem to mind at all, and Alaran was grateful for that.
He’d indulged himself with women on planets and moons that they’d landed on for a time, but it had never felt natural to him.
These were women he did not know, who did not mean anything to him, and so there had always been something missing.
“Mm,” Natasha murmured, pressing a kiss to the skin of his chest. “You’re thinking real loud up there.”
“Why do people always tell me that?” he asked.
“Probably because it’s true. Is everything okay?”
Sometimes Natasha had this way of looking at him that was both earnest and a little worried, and he wondered if she thought that he was going to snatch back his offer of being with her. He wondered if she realized that sometimes he was worried that she might do the same thing.
It hadn’t been very long, after all. Just a few months since she and Temos and Az had gotten together and only a couple of weeks since the two of them had done so.
It was too early still for certainty, but reassurance went a long way.
“Everything is wonderful,” Alaran replied, smiling down at her.
She smiled back, and it was a welcome sight. And then she leaned up to kiss him, and that was even more welcome.
“What time is it?” Natasha asked, stretching. Morning and night meant very little out in space, so their quarters had sun lamps that came on and dimmed in time with the rising and setting of the sun on whatever planet they set it to.
“Not time to get up just yet,” Alaran told her.
“And what, pray tell, would you like to do instead of getting up. I’ve never known any of you to sleep in.”
Alaran hesitated for only a moment. But with her there, warm and close and so very tempting, he knew what he wanted.
"I had something different in mind," he said and grabbed her, pulling her close so he could kiss her over and over again.
"Oh," Natasha breathed when her mouth was free. "Are you sure?"
He nodded. "I know that I want you. I am very sure about that. And there is no time like the present to show you how very much."
It had been his intention to get up and clean his mouth first, so that everything would be fresh and clean for this. But when he got up from the bed, he found that Natasha followed him, walking around until she could stretch up onto her toes and kiss him deeply right then and there.
"You know," she said. "It's kinda rude to say you want someone and then leave."
"I was only going to go freshen up."
She grinned. "You have a lot to learn, my dear. We're just going to get dirty all over again. There's no need to get clean first."
"I want it to be perfect for you," he explained, hoping he sounded less pathetic than he felt.
"There's no such thing as perfect," she replied, and leaned up to kiss him again.
And it was so easy to get lost in her kisses. She made it clear that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her, body pressed against his coaxing him to rouse.
It seemed like it took no time at all until he was hard in his pants, cock full and ready. He could already imagine how good it would feel to sink into her body, all tight and hot and wet, and just the thought of it had him growling against her lips, turning the kiss slightly more feral.
Alaran bit at her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth. He growled again when Natasha moaned, a musical sound that seemed designed to hit him right at his core.
"You're too tempting," he said when he released her mouth, leaning back so he could see the lovely flush on her cheeks and the darkening of her eyes. "It has been so hard to resist you. Do you want this?" He needed to be sure. She was here with him, but he wanted to hear that she wanted him.
Natasha grinned at him, lips kiss bruised. She pressed closer so he could feel the softness of her breasts against him, feel the heat pouring off of her body. "Yes," she answered, and that was all he needed to hear.
He went to pick her up, but she had slipped from his grasp, ducking down until she was on her knees in front of him. One hand was palming the front of his pants, finding the huge bulge of his erection there.
She looked up at him, amused. "Is this for me? You shouldn't have."
Alaran laughed. "That depends. What are you going to do with it?"
"I have a few ideas." She worked her slender fingers into his pants and wrapped them around his cock, giving a slow, thorough stroke that had him arching forward and groaning. When she pulled him from his pants, Nat licked her lips.
His cock was just as big as the rest of him, filling her hand to the point where her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it.
She'd surely taken Temos and Az by then, so it wasn't like she was new to dealing with the size, but Alaran was interested to see how much she could get in her mouth, and he didn't have long to wait.
Natasha wasn't interested in teasing him this morning, apparently. She opened her mouth and took him in, sucking the head into that delicious wet heat.
Without really thinking about it, Alaran grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her closer, pushing more of him into her mouth. She spluttered for a moment and then continued on, holding his gaze the whole time.
Alaran had heard Temos and Az talk about how good she was with her hands and how irresistible they found her mouth. He could see why because she was very, very good with her mouth.
Alaran let her have her way with him, watching as she licked and sucked and worked at his cock with her mouth and hand.
It was such an arousing sight. A beautiful woman on her knees in front of him, working to please him. She clearly wanted him to feel good, and the fact that this was a private moment between the two of them, something that she wanted just as much, was enough to have him getting close already.
From the pleasure that flared in those green-brown eyes, he could tell that she was enjoying this just as much as he was, and it was doubly arousing that she took pleasure from sucking his cock.
She worked him with her hands where she couldn't reach with her mouth, letting the saliva slick her grip as she stroked him. Her head bobbed, taking him in as deep as she could, and when Alaran felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, he groaned again, head flopping back to thunk against the wall.
He could spend every morning like this, if he was honest. Well. Every third morning, he supposed, but that would be enough for him. Waking up with her and then doing this. The perfect way to start the day.
With the way she was working him, it didn't take long for his pleasure to rise. It filled him, starting low in his belly and spreading out to his limbs until even his fingers were tingling with how good it felt.
He was so close, and he started moving his hips, thrusting shallowly into that perfect mouth.
Natasha got the hint, and she redoubled her efforts, working him faster and opening her throat so that he could push into it.
That was enough to do it. When she swallowed around him, he lost it, growling deep and low and spilling himself right down her throat.
Natasha took it like she was made for it. She swallowed everything he gave her and then pulled off of him, untangling his fingers from her hair so she could sit back with a satisfied smile.
"So," she said, and her voice was a little rough from what she had just done. "Good morning."
Alaran laughed, amused and delighted, "Good morning" he said warmly. "I hope you can wait for breakfast because I am not even close to being finished." They both looked at his cock, then, and Alaran could tell that Natasha was surprised to see that his erection hadn't gone down at all. If anything it was harder than it was before, the first climax of the morning just a small taste of what was to come.
Those lovely eyes went wide, and Alaran was pleased to have caught her just a bit off guard. He wanted her to know him in every way possible, and this was a start. There was surprise in her eyes and then a flash of something that could only be desire.
That was all he needed to see.
Alaran acted on impulse, then, pulling Nat to her feet and then picking her up. She barely weighed anything to his strength, and he carried her right back to the bed.
It was still warm from them just leaving it, the sheets rumpled. He stalked up after her, crawling until he was over her, looming on his hands. His size was often physically intimidating, but from what he could see from Natasha, she was used to this, and more aroused than anything else.
Good. That was what he wanted.
Alaran took his time looking his fill at her. She was beautiful. He'd noticed that, however reluctantly, when they had first met. Her eyes were such an interesting color, and the fact that she was naked in the artificial sunlight made her even more lovely.
There were marks, little dots on her skin that she called freckles, and Alaran wondered if he could make it his mission to kiss every single one of them from her nose to her toes.
He kissed her shoulder to begin, savoring how nice she smelled, how soft her skin was. He pressed her back against the bed and let his mouth wander over her collarbones and then down to her breasts.
They were a good size, a little less than a handful in his large hands, but pert and so soft.
Her nipples were a dusky rose against her skin, and Alaran took one into his mouth, letting the pert bud press against his tongue.
"Oh," Natasha moaned, arching for him. "Oh, that's good."
Internally, Alaran preened. Bringing a partner pleasure was important to him, and he wanted to have Natasha worked up before he took her.
He braced himself on one hand and let the other trail down her stomach, caressing the skin there as well. He dipped between her legs and his fingers immediately found her sex, hot and wet for him, and he rubbed her there for a moment, listening to the escalating sound of her moans.
"Please," she gasped out, writhing under him. "Please, Alaran. I need you. I want you so bad."
She was so wet, and her legs were splayed open for him, leaving nothing to the imagination. She was turned on, nearly desperate for him, and Alaran couldn't resist her.
Still, he needed her to be ready first if she was going to take him. He worked one finger into her and then another, feeling her stretch around him. From the sudden rush of wetness and the way she tightened around him, he could tell that she had just found completion from just that. Her first of the morning, but Alaran was on a personal mission to make sure that it wasn't the last.
"Oh god," she gasped out, panting hard. "You're too good at that."
He grinned at her. "I have not even really started yet."
He got her off twice more with just his fingers buried in her and his mouth on her breasts, alternating between sucking on her nipples and leaving little bites on the fullness of them. All the while Natasha cried out and writhed, nails digging into the flesh of his arm and shoulder where she was holding on.
He would have marks there later, but that was fine. They were a different sort of badge of honor.
Finally, when she was panting and nearly worn out under him, Alaran pulled his fingers free. He licked them clean, enjoying the way her eyes never left him while he did it. Then he moved so that he was directly over her, spreading her legs just a bit wider so that he could line his cock up with her soaking wet entrance.
Even with as big as he was, it pushed in easily now, and he groaned as he slipped inside of her.
Natasha's eyes were open wide, and her mouth dropped open to match. Clearly she was still sensitive from before. That made it all the better.
Alaran wasn't going to last too much longer like this, not with how worked up he'd already been.
He started moving inside of her, loving the way her inner walls dragged against him, the soft flesh rubbing him until he was seeing sparks of pleasure.
Natasha had been reduced to just making sounds of her enjoyment, and Alaran dipped his head to catch her mouth in a rough kiss as he kept his hips moving, thrusting into her again and again.
He felt it when she came for him, how tight she got around him, how the pleasure jolted through her. She looked spent there in his bed, boneless and limp, body still shaking from the pleasure.
It was a lovely sight, and it spurred him on, making him thrust harder into her, chasing his own pleasure. It didn't take long to find, and he spilled himself with a low growl, feeling the release of it.
Alaran felt slow and lazy after that, like the pleasure had turned his bones into something thick and syrupy, making it so he couldn't move very much even if he wanted to. And he did not want to. He managed to pull out of Natasha and flop onto the bed next to her, a smug smile pulling at his lips.
She was panting hard, still flat on her back, and when she finally spoke it was just to utter a single swear word.
Alaran felt warm with pride.
He'd pleased the woman that he had chosen as his own, and when she moved to cuddle against him, he thought that this was the beginning of a perfect day.