Orth
This was unacceptable. They were nearly halfway through the trip and he had not seen her for more than a few flashing seconds. They were on the same vessel, and yet, except for her tantalizing scent, he could imagine that he was completely alone. She should be employed as a spy for all her talents at avoidance and being nowhere to be found.
Orth was true to his word. He had tried finding relief, but still, the urge to bury his teeth in her neck and claim her despite her objections was nearly overwhelming. His cock sprang to attention every time the vent kicked on to circulate the air, bringing refreshed whiffs of Clover. He dreamed of her, touching his skin, running her fingers up his thighs and circling the head of his cock with her lips. He would thrust home to the pleasure of her wet mouth. She looked up at him with devotion before disappearing in a wisp of memory.
Orth needed to get out of his cabin. Unlike the station, there was very little room for running in large circles, and he refused to use the dinky treadmill she kept in a confining room that could hardly be called an exercise gym. He usually preferred to rely on his meditation and stretch routines, but today, he needed to get out and work on the problem. He needed to figure out how to tempt his mate into at least considering him.
Orth was running out of time. Once he arrived at Shackleton Crater Lunar Base, he’d have little time to pursue her with the full intensive coursework he needed to complete. When he was done, he’d be shipped back to Etlon to see to the Terran females there, never to see her again. He had to think, create some reason for interaction, for putting her in closer contact with him, so she could change her mind.
Orth paced the ship, considering and discarding idea after idea. None of them were safe or sound enough to win his mate’s affection.
It was difficult business, winning a mate. Now was when he wished he had his mother to ask for advice, but she was gone. After her mate, his father, had died slaughtering Suhlik in battle, she had raised her son, and as soon as he had entered the academy, she caught a ship and left to wage her own personal war against the golden lizard bastards. Orth had heard nothing from her for three years. He could only hope that she had died as gloriously as his father, taking more Suhlik down with her than a legion of Mahdfel.
That was what Orth chose to believe. And that would be how he would remember her, unless he heard differently.
His mate kept a tight ship, Orth decided as he made a third turn around the space. Everything was neat and tidy, every tool was in its place and there didn’t seem to be clutter anywhere. It would be a lovely place to live. He itched to see her personal quarters though. What objects did she hold sacred? Did she like soft velvety sheets or mounds of pillows on her bed? Was it as small as his bunk? He could make due with such quarters for a while but if he planned to bed her properly, he’d need a bit more space for them to stretch out.
Orth was already planning to ask for some leave between his training and placement. He could easily accompany her on a few runs, and then they could make the run to Noven 90. Once there, he would have plenty of time to convince her to park her ship and stay within reach.
All of his plans meant nothing if he couldn’t convince her to even sit and visit with him for a bit. He needed a reason, a good solid reason, to get her to come out of her quarters and actually talk to him.
Orth subconsciously closed in on her quarters, as if his thoughts had been pulling him there. Near the door, he heard something that put all of his Mahdfel senses on high alert. It was his mate. And she was in trouble.
“Clover.” He heard it again, from behind the door. A death moan if he’d ever heard one. He tried to open the door but it was locked. For a split second, he was tempted just to use his brute strength to smash it in but cooler thoughts prevailed. He was a medic and medics used intellect to solve problems. They also had medical overrides to nearly every lock in the known system. He placed his palm on the pad, typed in his code and the door smoothly slid open to reveal his mate.
Clover was sitting on a chair, wearing only the thinnest of black silk shifts. Her right leg was propped up on a desk and the other was thrown wide. All his attention centered to her hand, which rested in the juncture of her thighs. Her head snapped up from where it had hung over the back of the chair. Her eyes widened with surprise and her jaw hung open as if she wished to speak but had no words. She had not been in any kind of medical emergency. She had been trying to make herself cum.
“I thought you were injured.”
“How did you-” Her face was still registering shock more than anger. Her arousal hung in the air so thick he could taste it.
“I apologize. Had I known you were not injured, I would not have-” Orth couldn’t honestly finish that sentence. Had he known she had been on display behind the door, her folds wet and slippery for him, he couldn’t vouch that he would not have opened the door. But it was open and his cock was straining to be inside her.
Orth approached her. It was a good sign that she hadn’t immediately started screaming for him to get out but if he didn’t make progress during this encounter, he wasn’t sure he’d get another chance. After all, bursting through the door, claiming he thought she was suffering from a medical emergency was an excuse that only worked once, despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly do anything about it now.
His nearness finally seemed to penetrate through the surprise, demonstrating to her how vulnerable she would be if he chose to do something decidedly un-Mahdfel-like. He would not take her without permission. That didn’t, however, stop him from taking a taste.
He knelt in front of her, savoring in the sight of her so close up, face flush with desire and her cunt wet and slippery and swollen.
“What are you doing?” It was a whisper, as if she were afraid of the answer.
“You are obviously in need of assistance,” he said matter-of-factly.
“No, no. I think I was doing quite fine on my own.”
“How many orgasms have you had?”
“I was just getting started.”
“How many would you like?” He lifted her leg, spreading her even wider for him. Orth delighted in the fact that there was no resistance.
“I don’t know? Two or three? This is a ridiculous conversation.”
Two was a ridiculously low number in Orth’s opinion. He didn’t plan to stop until she was thoroughly exhausted. Orth bent his head and took a little lap of her cunt. The first taste of her sent his head spinning. The second, harder, fuller stroke of his tongue nearly had him spilling in his shorts.
“Oh my holy fucking fuck!” Clover seemed to appreciate it too.
He found her clit and swirled his tongue over it and his sweet salty mate threw back her head, bucked her hips and found her first climax. He watched as it rolled over her, muscles tightening, hands gripping the chair with a death lock for a moment then relaxing. Just as she had nearly gone limp, he started in earnest. He alternated between flicking her clit with his tongue and thrusting it deep inside her. Her hands moved to her breasts, pulling the flimsy fabric out of the way so she could twist her nipples. Cries ripped from her throat as she tightened on his tongue and when she crested that wave, Orth thrust a finger inside her and played with her clit with his tongue. He enjoyed the litany of nonsense that came out of her mouth as she rode his finger and his tongue. Orth was quite sure he could continue this until the end of his days. The only nagging problem was his insistent cock.
When he lifted his head and stood over her, she was indeed limp. He freed his cock from its painful confines.
“I will not claim you unless you ask me. I have made you that promise.”
Clover lifted her head up. She reached for his cock. Could there be such pleasure in the world as her hands just resting warmly testing the weight of his cock? “One night.”
“No. Forever.”
“I can’t do forever,” she said.
Orth’s chest tightened with the words, but he had not come this far to give up so easily. Her fingers trailed trailed down his cock to the tip. It was just as well, he thought. He would not make it more than an inch inside her before spilling himself. Orth threw back his head and let himself go, his cum spraying in ropes across her bared breasts and black silk nightie.
“Aim that monster in the wrong direction and you would hit the ceiling.”
She didn’t seem to mind being covered in his seed. In fact, she ran a finger through it and examined it thoroughly.
He ached to be inside her.
“Well, I think I need shower.” She stood up, having to wheel the chair away from him when she did. “That means you should probably go.”
He stood there for a long moment, admiring the sight of Clover covered in his cum. His cock twitched, hoping to watch her in the shower, naked, hands sliding down her form. But she waved him away and clearly expected him to leave.
“Dinner tomorrow,” he spurted out.
She turned back to him. “Do you really think that’s such a good idea?”
“It is an excellent idea. I could show you that I can pleasure you with more than just my tongue.”
“Look, Scrubs, this was fun but I don’t plan on making a habit out of it.”
“I understand your intentions. But I deserve at least a little of your company before it is too late.”
She looked him up and down, pausing to stare a moment at his cock, which was still quite upright and pointing at her lewdly.
“Fine. Dinner. But if you think that’s going to change my mind, you are being really, really optimistic.”