Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Deacon

“ I t looks like a hotel made of glass,” Star/Sarah cooed in awe, as we approached the Ladrang estate.

I smiled proudly. “If you are impressed by this, wait until you see a proper Ladrille hotel. This is only a large home.”

She laughed. “A large home? It’s bigger than Ryan’s family’s mansion, and that place was obscene.”

“My family often hosts our extended family, so we need a home appropriate to the task.”

“How big is your extended family, because this is ridiculous,” she said, indicating the structure once more.

I frowned. “How is it ridiculous? We have 124 relatives who—”

“ What ?” Her head dropped in disbelief.

“126, if Placid has had her twins.”

“And so,” she spoke slowly, “you need rooms for all of them?”

“No, we have rooms for half.” I cast her a curious glance. “Your extended family does not visit?”

She shook her head, and a sad look passed across her Ladrian features. “I barely know my cousins. I met my aunt twice when I was a little girl. That’s it. It’s nice that you’re so close with them.”

“Uh,” the right words stuck in my throat, “I would not say we are close. I know them, but it is a superficial knowledge. I know their taste in banwine, their occupations. Not the important things. Not the way families should be.”

When we arrived at my mother’s home, I had expected to receive some grief about my union. My mother had been a Sellac prior to uniting with my father, and the Sellacs were an old, highly respected family. Tall and regal, they were some of the first families specially bred to retain knowledge. Many were historians themselves, so to be excluded from her eldest son’s union would feel like an insult to her.

We were greeted at the door by a servant and led into the sitting room. It was one of my favorite rooms in her home. Overrun with plants in many colors, Mother’s sitting room should have been a place to relax and unwind. It had been, when I was young. But when I saw her angry face, I felt like the boy who had broken her antique mirror.

I swallowed nervously and said, “Greetings, Mother.”

The lighting was dark, but I could see her expression did not change. She sat among my cousins and siblings on a long, padded bench. Even seated, she was still taller than all of them. She wore the blue mourning robes of a widow beneath her purple over-cloak. Her black skin shone gray in the light.

Those purple eyes glared at me. “I did not know you held me in such low regard, Deacon.”

“I do not—”

She lifted her chin haughtily. “For me to find you have united in a private ceremony by message, you must hold me in low regard.”

I sighed. “I meant no insult, Mother. I was overcome with love for my consort and could not wait for propriety,” I fibbed, because she would never understand the truth. That Sarah was a human conduit and our family needed her. Desperately.

Her eyes shifted to Star, narrowing as she studied her very intently.

I quickly introduced her. “Mother, this is Star Qvia, my consort.”

Those dangerous eyes softened briefly. “Qvia? I do not know this name.”

“It is an old name in Yesanol,” Star lied, sounding very sure of herself.

I was impressed that her tail did not change posture and assumed it was because humans were practiced liars.

My cousin, Candle, grimaced. “You’re from Yesanol? No wonder you wanted to have an off-world union, Cousin.”

My other cousins snickered.

I glared at her for the rude comment, and she looked at her fingernails to avoid my scathing gaze.

“That is enough, girls,” Mother said. “Star is a guest in my home, and you will treat her as I treat you. If you are in any way rude to her from this moment forth, I will show you exactly what I think of you, and most of you do not wish to know.” Then she turned her focus back to us. “Come, child. Let me have a look at you.”

Star looked nervously to me, but I nodded, so she stepped forward to where my mother was sitting. Mother looked her over once more on a closer inspection, then with lips pursed with disapproval, she asked me, “Can you not afford to purchase proper clothes for your consort, or is she to look like one of your crew?”

The comment didn’t surprise me. Mother was always about propriety. “I have already sent for a proper wardrobe for her.”

“See to it.” Mother stood, towering over everyone in the room, by at least a head. Then she plucked two grapes from the vines behind the bench. She handed one to Star, nodded, and ate hers. The guests in the room almost collectively held their breaths, and I fought the urge to join them.

Star ate hers, as well. She swallowed and smiled graciously. “Thank you.”

Mother returned the smile as the tense moment passed. “Star, you are welcome in my home. All our amenities are yours to enjoy. Deacon, give your consort a tour.”

As we left the sitting room, Star asked, “Why did everyone act so weird when I had the grape? It was very good.”

“Because if you meant anyone here any harm, it would have poisoned you.”

She gasped in shock. “Are you joking right now?”

“I would never joke about poisoning you.”

She stopped walking, so I did the same and looked at her.

Her tone was serious when she next spoke. “If someone might try to poison me, I’m gonna need you to tell me, Deacon.”

She was clearly unhappy, though I did not understand why. “I am sorry to have upset you. I know you mean no one any harm, so I was not concerned. I trust you, Star.”

Her new eyes squinted at me, before she half smiled. “You didn’t tell me, because you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, that’s messed up, but you’re off the hook.” Then, she took my arm in hers and we walked on.

I showed her around but had only one thing on my mind. Once we were in my old bedroom, I closed the door behind her and said, “I often dreamed of what it would be like to bring my consort here.”

She gave me a sultry smile that did funny things to my insides and made my cock harden. “And what did you specifically dream of?” she asked with an expectation in her eyes I could not resist.

“This.” I brushed Star’s hair behind her ear and kissed her soft mouth. It was such a strange human custom, but I liked it. Biting was more my speed—but the subtle touch of her lips and tongue was addictive. I wanted to feast at her mouth and every other inch of her.

“I want you,” I murmured.

A playful giggle escaped her, and I loved the sound of it. “You want to fuck in your childhood bedroom?”

I nodded and kissed her again, but this time, I roughly took her in my arms, knowing she was now equipped to handle my strength in her new Ladrian form. The press of her taller, curvier body against mine set me on fire. I needed her. More than that, I needed to take her like a Ladrian. Brutally hard and deep.

I reached beneath her ass and effortlessly picked her up, lifting her legs around my waist. I walked her back into a wall, forcing a grunt from her lungs. She growled in my mouth. The kiss must have emboldened her. She clawed at my uniform, eager to get me naked, and it didn’t take long before my clothes were off and I was out of my mind. My thick, hard cock throbbed for Star.

I peeled her hands from my body and pinned them against the wall above her head so she couldn’t touch me. Not yet. I bit her lip, earning a groan from her. I released her hands and mouth, and when she struggled for position, I spun her around, pressing her face against the wall next to my window. I flicked the knob on the front of her uniform that held it together, then reached inside the trousers until my fingers slid through her slick pussy, coating them with her arousal.

She tried to shove the pants down so I could fuck her, but I said, “No.”

She whined, “Please…”

I clamped my teeth onto her shoulder to quiet her down, but she still made desperate little noises as I played with her clit. My bare cock pressed against her lower back and I longed to be inside of her. She rocked her hips back against me, her body calling to mine. As I stroked that nub between her legs, her body undulated against me.

Seconds later, a cry erupted from her and her body pulsed blue as she came, her Ladrian form shuddering in pleasure as she writhed on my fingers.

It was a beautiful sight to see, and I released her shoulder and nuzzled the side of her neck. “You are my joy,” I purred into her ear.

She gasped without words, trying to catch her breath.

I grabbed her trousers and yanked them beneath her ass and her enticing tail twitched for me. Then, unable to wait any longer, I ripped the utility pants all the way off her lithe body so she was just as naked as I was.

She whimpered. “Yes, fuck me, Deacon!”

I turned her around and pressed her back onto my old bed, then drove all the way inside her without any gentleness, because in this form she could take my size and girth and length. All of it. Every inch. And it felt fucking glorious.

Her pussy massaged my cock on every thrust, but that wasn’t what stirred the beast inside of me. It was her expressive face. The look in her eyes, the desperation and the hope. The need for my body. The need for me .

Our time together so far had been short, but it didn’t seem to matter. We were already connected in so many ways.

She was nothing I had ever expected. Sarah had been nothing more than a part of my plan for vengeance against Justice. A tool. But our false union had brought about more than I had dreamed possible. Being inside of her was indescribable. A sense of completion or elation or comfort—perhaps some combination of all of it. Whatever it was, it was exactly what I had been missing and now craved with her.

Another ramming thrust, and I drove her across the bed and grabbed the far edge of the mattress for leverage as I pounded relentlessly into her. She pulled me down to her mouth for a wild kiss and wrapped her limbs around me, like she craved me, too. Our bodies were like magnets, and her need pulsated through her core and into me like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

I rolled onto my back, and she immediately climbed on top of me, straddling my hips, her legs spread wide so I could see her glistening sex and where we were joined. Her gorgeous blue skin glistened in the low light as I watched her lower herself down my aching cock. My eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure of it.

In her Ladrian form, she could take all of my length inside of her, and it was phenomenal. She bucked against me, brazenly scratching her nails down my chest. My back arched from the intensity of the sensation, making me snarl like the beast I was for her. There was no fear in Sarah—not when she was naked. Her lush breasts bounced with her motions, and I was hypnotized by them.

No. I was hypnotized by her .

Everything she did aroused me. The way she smelled, the way she looked when she spoke. Her little lip bites when she was unsure. Is this what love is? Surely, it must only be obsession. We have known each other such a short time. She is my consort, after all. Is it wrong to be obsessed by her?

Her body emanated her inner light in waves. She tipped her head back and howled when she came again, her skin shimmering beautifully before she collapsed onto me. I held her close as I pumped up into her body, my own thrusts becoming erratic. I felt her heart beat next to mine, strong and sure. It was a perfect moment, and I lost myself to it.

The power of our connection swelled through me. Rapture took over as I spasmed into her depths one last time before I pulled her off me and came so hard I saw stars. Before I finished, she wrapped her hand around my sensitive, erupting cock, and milked me dry, my cum splashing all over my stomach.

When we were done, she rolled onto the bed beside me, panting. “Wow, is it always like that?” she whispered in awe.

I smiled over at her, glad that she’d felt the same intensity of our joining, as well. “No. That was—”

“Mind-blowing,” she finished for me.

Her choice of words startled me, and when she saw my horrified expression—because I did not want the top of her head blowing off—she shook her head and laughed.

Amusement danced in her eyes. “It’s an Earth term for amazing.”

“Oh,” I said, immensely relieved as I stood up to get a towel, then cleaned myself up.

“I should check in with the crew,” I said, and checked for messages on my comm in my uniform pocket.

Disappointment rippled through me, but duty called. I sighed and glanced at Star, lounging so gloriously, enticingly naked on my bed. “As much as I hate to leave this bedroom when I’m not close to being done fucking you, it looks like we must say our farewells to my family and go. Jac has Silence.”