“Meomee, wait. I don’t want to finish in your mouth,” he murmured and drew her up to stand in front of him. “I want to lie on the bed and watch you ride my shaft until I finish inside you.”
She nodded and smiled at him as he got on the bed and lay back in the middle with his cock standing straight up in the air. She followed on her hands and knees, straddled him, and lowered herself over it until she impaled herself to the hilt. She moaned in pure pleasure at the feel of his member filling her. Then she started rocking over him as he thrust in and out of her.
It made him smile to watch her pleasure in their mating. Her heart was clearly in it as his was. As her efforts drew him close to orgasm, he reached down to massage her so that she would find release as well. She sobbed his name as she came and set off his release. Together, they rode wave after wave of pleasure until it was over and Trista collapsed on top of him, catching her breath.
“Oh Brak, I really like this bonding---and I really like you.”
“It is the way with bonding, meomee. As we pleasure each other sexually, our emotional bond grows naturally. That’s why we treasure finding our meomee. It is the ultimate relationship between a man and a woman. Once meomee is declared, we are immediately excused from our duties to complete the bonding sex. It’s far too hard to concentrate on your duties when your --libido is taking over your every thought.”
“Well, don’t let it go to your head, but sex with you is the best I’ve ever had,” she told him.
“Because we are meomee. That’s exactly how I feel with you. You are special. I want to see your face and look into your eyes when we join so I can see you are feeling pleasure as I am. I want to know that you know I am the one making love to you.
“Believe me, Brak, when you are making love to me, you have my full attention.” she smiled down at him and caressed his face, still lying on top of him. “I know we have a lot more to learn about each other, but I already feel bonded to you.”
“I feel it as well. I envied the captain when he found his meomee a few weeks ago, but I never dreamed that I would be as fortunate,” he said softly meeting her gaze. “We have much in common, and I think with training there may be a place for you on our crew if you desire.”
“I hoped that would be the case. You’re an enforcer, and I was an MP---I should be able to adapt.”
Still joined, he was getting hard, again. Trista felt it too and cooed her acknowledgment. Brak rolled them over, so he was on top and kissed her tenderly while caressing her face and hair. This time they would savor their journey to release reveling in each other.
Her bags were packed by the door. Dargan carried them out to the car while Meg did one more walk through of her home before she left it behind. Although there was no question that she wanted to share a new kind of life with him, leaving her home and family behind was an emotional step. She didn’t know when or if she would ever see them again. Meg was glad for the impromptu barbecue that brought them all together the night before. All her family members seemed to like Dargan. Both her mother and sister Karen remarked on how attentive and considerate he seemed. Karen also remarked at how sexy he looked, that she couldn’t blame Meg for falling for him. If they only knew.
Meg checked the basement and walked through every room of her three-bedroom ranch. This house was going to be where she and Craig would raise a family, but that didn’t matter anymore. Now it would be where her younger brother Steve would raise his family. Therefore, things were working out for the best. Now Dargan was her family, and maybe someday there would be children. She was still young enough that they could wait a few years. With more advanced medicine and longer lifespans, it was not unusual for them to start having children in their forties.
Dargan had just come back into the house as Meg reached the entryway. “Looks like you will have company once Lieutenant Dolken returns to Raptor,” he told her. “He just commed while I was loading the car. He found his meomee. Her name is Trista Cory from Pine Ridge.”
Meg smiled. “I can’t wait to meet her. Pine Ridge is only about an hour from here. We should have some things in common.”
“You have Earth in common,” Dargan, reminded.
“And learning Narovian,” Meg grinned, and he put his arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head.
“I know this is hard for you Meomee,” he said softly. “I am grateful that you are choosing to come with me. Though I would do almost anything for you, giving up Raptor One would have hurt.”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that. You’re a starship captain---that’s the stuff of dreams here on Earth,” she replied. “I’ll miss my family, but we didn’t spend that much time together. I’ll be fine as long as you and I can be together. So, let’s do this.”
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Trista’s phone buzzed as it vibrated on the nightstand by her bed. She hated to move from the comfort of Brak’s arm around her as she lay with her head nestled in the hollow of his shoulder. She sighed and turned just enough to reach it. Jennifer’s familiar number appeared on the screen. Feeling more than a little guilty about running out on her friend, she answered it.
“Hey, Jen,” she said cheerfully. “I didn’t mean to leave you hanging honey, but something came up, and the enforcers assured me you and Lisa were fine.”
“We are and so are the others,” Jennifer gushed. “You are not going to believe this, but the guys who kidnapped us were going to sell us to alien slave traders.”
“You’re kidding!” Trista exclaimed in mock surprise. “What makes you say that?”
“The other women already in their spaceship told us. They saw them. They were goofy looking purple guys that threatened them with pain sticks.” Jennifer said in a rush. “They had twenty-five, other women. …and the guy Zes said you were being detained. What for?”
“I’m afraid it’s classified,” she said the first plausible thing that came into her head. “I’m not in any trouble or anything. I’ve been offered…a position and I’m taking it. That means I won’t be staying at Pine Ridge.”
“No, Trista! I don’t want you to leave,” Jennifer moaned. “What kind of offer?”
“The kind you can’t refuse,” she said cryptically. “It’s the chance of a lifetime… it’s been two months, and I don’t have a job. I can’t even pay next month’s rent.”
“Will I see you before you go?” Jennifer asked.
“I hope so. I’ll talk to you one way or another,” said Trista. “I’m so glad you and Lisa are okay---but I wouldn’t tell anyone else that story about aliens.”
“Well, I didn’t see them, just those thugs that snagged us at the club,” she replied. “Those government guys said the same thing you did. Is that who you are going with?”
“Yes, I’m going to be with them,” Trista answered truthfully. She just left out the part that she was mated to one of the alien enforcers.
“I’m going to miss you,” said Jennifer.
“Me, too, Trista said past the lump in her throat. “I will talk to you soon,” she hung up, choking back a sob. Jennifer was her best and only friend. She hated not being able to tell her the truth.
Brak pulled her into his arms and held her close. “Don’t cry meomee. You will still be able to contact your friend after we leave---through your internet.”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not always this emotional. I’d rather kick someone’s ass than have anyone see me cry,” she wiped the tears from her face with her fingers.
“This is an emotional time for both of us. I can see it’s harder for you because you are leaving everything behind. Believe me; I know I have asked a lot of you in a short time. I am so sorry it causes you pain.”
“I know… but Jennifer will be okay. She has family and other friends. You are my family now.” She assured him. “I think we should leave as soon as possible---unless you would prefer to complete our sexual bonding here.”
“I will contact my ship; we will be as comfortable in my cabin as we are here.”
“It won’t take long to pack. Everything I have fits in a footlocker and a duffle,” she told him.
“That should be fine,” Brak got up, found his pants, and got out his tablet. He signaled his ship and received an immediate response. Trista listened to the response in another language as well as Brak’s reply. Then to Trista, he said, “We can leave tomorrow. Will that give you enough time?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
He relayed the information back to his ship and completed the communication.
“We will meet the shuttle near the coordinates where we captured the Tenzari shuttle at dawn,” he told her.
“Then I guess I’d better pack.” She got out of the bed and slipped on her discarded robe. She took her military issue duffel from her closet and went to her dresser. She opened one drawer after another packing the contents of each into the duffle, leaving out a set of clean clothes to wear. She had finished in just over ten minutes and set it on the footlocker at the end of the bed.
“That’s it,” she said. “Everything else belongs to the landlord. I will leave the keys with a note in his mailbox downstairs before we leave.”
“We will have a good life, meomee,” he told her.
“We will make it good,” she assured him. She went to the side of the bed where he was sitting and stood in front of him, framing his face in her hand. “You are mine, and I am yours, meomee.”
“Always,” he smiled up at her and pulled her down on his lap, holding her close, “Always.”
Brak and Trista arrived at the shuttle rendezvous very shortly after Captain Marrek and Meg. It was clear from their unsettled demeanor that their bonding time had been interrupted for this trip back to the ship. Despite their preoccupation with mating, Brak made introductions and Meg greeted Trista enthusiastically.
“I am so glad to meet you.” Meg hugged her. “We’ll have to get together after you and Brak finish bonding. You should be able to get back to it within about a half hour.”
“This is so intense. I never felt like this before,” Trista murmured.
“We are almost a week and a half from bonding, and it is still pretty intense,” Meg empathized. “No man on Earth will love you like your meomee will.”
Trista grinned, “He’s making me a believer.” Then she turned and took Brak’s hand as he started up the ramp to the shuttle.
Dargan took Meg’s hand, and they followed. “I think we need a little alone time when we get back, don’t you?” he whispered. Meg squeezed his hand and winked at him. She had a feeling they would still feel this randy for a long time to come. But that wasn’t a bad thing.
Once they were back on the ship, they set course for the Alliance Star Base to deliver the Tenzari to answer for their crimes. It would also give the crew a chance for some much-deserved shore leave. Captain Marrek planned to take Meg on a tour of the station. She thought Raptor One was a huge space ship, especially compared to the space shuttle series. The Star Base was about the same area as Long Island on Earth and housed about half a million beings at any given time. It was large enough to have its own mass transit system.
The star base orbited an uninhabitable planet in a yellow dwarf system in neutral territory close to the center of the Alliance.
By the time, they reached the Star Base, Brak and Trista had completed their bonding and Brak had returned to his regular duties. Since they weren’t yet trained to assume duties of their own, Meg and Trista started spending their days together working on learning the Narovian language. That was their first step toward becoming part of the workforce in a society whose technology was a couple of centuries ahead of their home world. They still had a long way to go to achieve more than a rudimentary command of the language.
Because their mates were close friends, Captain Marrek invited Brak and Trista to join them for a tour of the station and some of the shops in the retail district. It was afternoon when Marrek and Dolken finished dealing with the transfer of the prisoners, so the four first went to a small café near the docking bay for lunch. Next, they took a touring tram that took them through a residential section as well as the Alliance interplanetary relations district. The tour ended in the retail district, which was crowded with a few varied species of humanoids. There were both regular shops as well as a kind of flea market that sold both goods and fresh produce grown on the station.
As the women browsed the offerings in the shops and along the fairway, it was clear that the men were just marking time until they finished. Meg was glad when they happened on an old friend who had gone through the academy with them. As they started talking to the other man, Meg touched Dargan’s arm and said, “I’m just going to that shop over there. They are doing remarkable things with a piece of fabric, and I want to get a closer look.”
“Okay, I’ll be right here, love,” he told her and went back to conversing with his friend.
The purple fabric looked like a polyester blend, but it seemed almost alive. The model wrapped and unwrapped her body with it, demonstrating how it molded into several different dress styles. Meg was proud of herself that she could ask the shopkeeper the price in Narovian and that she understood the answer. It was within the budget she and Dargan agreed on, so she bought it.
After completing her purchase, Meg turned and saw that Dargan was still where she’d left him. Then she caught sight of a pair of shoes at another shop that would match the shape-shifting fabric she had just bought and went to look at them. Again, the price was right, so she bought them. She emerged from the shop to rejoin Dargan, but he was not where she’d left him. Brak and Trista were gone too.
Fighting down a rising panic, she took out her tablet and checked the time. She had taken much longer in the two shops than she realized. They were probably looking for her. She tried to com Dargan with her tablet but kept getting a “no service” message. She was starting to understand how a lost child felt at the mall. How would she ever find Dargan without the com working? She didn't even know the way back to the lift to the docking level that would take her back to the ship.
Meg stepped away from the crowd milling around the storefronts and the flea market displays. She turned in a slow circle, looking for anyone wearing an Enforcer Uniform. If she could find one, perhaps they could direct her back to the ship. There was a man at one of the flea market tables looking at pretty jewelry wearing an Enforcer uniform with three ranking crescents that declared him a Lieutenant.
She stepped over beside him. Speaking halting Narovian, she said, “Lieutenant, have you seen Captain Marrek?”
“No, I don’t know him,” he glanced at her looking a little annoyed until he saw how attractive she was. Then he looked at her with frank male interest.
Meg took a step back. “He is meomee. Separated. Need to find or go back to ship---Raptor One.”
The enforcer sighed looking disappointed. He proceeded to tell her how she could take the tram to stop number six and follow six south corridor to lift eleven then take the lift to the docking bay on level four make a couple turns then she would be in the docking bay at Raptor One. He spoke so fast that she lost him after the south corridor. She didn’t ask him to repeat it because she was sure she wouldn’t understand. She just nodded and thanked him and moved along the storefronts, staying back from the crowd so she would be easier to spot.
Someone gripped her arm near the elbow, and she jumped with a start. Hoping to find it was Dargan, she found herself looking up into a copper colored alien face covered in red scales. He gave her what she thought might pass for a smile among his kind. He spoke to her in what she thought might be a very thickly accented Narovian. It sounded nothing like the Narovian that Dargan spoke to her when they were practicing.
“Waiting for Captain Marrek,” she told him. But he didn’t let go of her arm.
“No, you come,” he said clearly enough for her to understand. “Females must not be in public without a male.”
“Not where I come from!” Meg asserted and tried to jerk her arm free, but his grip tightened. “I am Captain Marrek’s mate. I will wait for him.”
“You come now.”
“Meg!” Dargan called to her from across the crowd. Meg grimaced at the angry look on his face. But she would rather face his anger than being dragged away by this formidable alien. “Vrootomian, you will let go of my mate immediately!” Marrek demanded in no uncertain terms. “Your people have been warned before. You cannot inflict your customs on females in any other territories but your own.”
The alien let go of Meg’s arm deferring to Captain Marrek. “My apologies.” The alien bowed his head in salute, made a precise military about face and sauntered away.
When he was gone, Dargan gripped her upper arms and gave her a little shake. “Don’t you ever do that to me again! I’ve been scared out of my mind!”
Even though he was shouting at her, she felt no fear of him. She could see that he was just venting his worry for her safety.
Meg looked contritely up into his face. His stern expression softened, and he hugged her close. “I’m sorry, I tried to com you, but the tablet wouldn’t work. I didn’t realize I took so long in the first shop. An Enforcer gave me directions back to the docking bay, but I didn’t understand them all.”
“It’s okay,” he kissed her temple. “Even though this is a central Alliance Star Base, a woman without a uniform on her own isn’t entirely safe, especially from people like that Vrootomian. It could have taken months to negotiate your release.”
“Oh, god! That would have been awful,” she murmured against his shoulder.
“You have no idea…” he muttered. He drew back to look down into her face. “At least I found you before he could get you away from here… and I didn’t warn you of the danger.”
“Consider me warned,” she gave him a wan smile. “I think I would like to go back to the ship now if you’ve finished your business here.”
He smiled back at her and dropped a light kiss on her mouth. “As you wish, Meomee. In fact, I have the rest of the day free to spend with you---that is if you have nothing else planned.”
“Not a thing,” she looked at him knowingly. An evening of “bonding” would make them forget all about this unfortunate experience.