10. Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Palathum

After issuing her demand, Palathum expected Utharium to grab her and toss her back onto the desk. Instead he swept her up in his arms and crossed to the small bedroom with a double-sized bunk.

With a gentleness she didn't expect, he placed her on the bed and nuzzled his face against the strip of exposed skin on her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access and gasped when he licked the length of it.

"I'm determined to put my mouth on every sensitive part of you," he said before giving her another lick. She grasped his shoulder and moaned, so preoccupied by his mouth that she didn't notice his hand dipping lower until she felt her belt then pants being ripped apart by his unsheathed claws.

"I'll purchase you new ones," he promised as he tugged the ruined items off her body and tossed them away.

Similar to the way a male Talin's mating shaft pulled back their flesh pouch, females had a smaller, pseudo-mating shaft to pull back the flesh pouch and reveal their genitals. Hers was rapidly filling with blood, and she felt her flesh pouch snap back as Utharium removed her pants.

She couldn't see what he was doing because of the angle of her head, but she felt Utharium's rough hand wrap around her pseudo mating shaft and squeezed gently. Hers was about a quarter of the size of a male's shaft, and it was a primary driver of female pleasure and climax. It didn't have a slit like a male, but it was covered in a soft skin that could produce oil very similar to scent glands.

Many females referred to it as their power rod and others liked to call it a sex-thumb. Personally, she liked the nickname a human female had come up with that became popular quickly among some Talins: clit-dick.

Humans had such a way with words. That same human said she was jealous and wished she had one too, but considering how sated she acted around her male Talin partner, Palathum was sure the female was well taken care of despite lacking a clit-dick.

Right now, Palathum's clit-dick was producing so much oil it was getting the rest of her sex wet and dripping down her thigh.

"I've never smelled something so perfect," Utharium said, biting down on her neck and softly rubbing her clit-dick between his fingers. The combination made her spine bow.

"Uthar!" she gasped.

Pulling his face away from her strip of exposed skin, he placed his lips near her earhole. "Yes, I'm your Uthar," he agreed, squeezing her again with a little more force. "Your body weeps for my touch. You've covered my hand in your juices, and soon my shaft will be soaked as well."

She'd never been shy with her lovers in the past, and she'd started with Utharium as forceful and dominant. Suddenly she didn't feel dominant, she felt needy and unable to voice her demands.

Her sensual-sexual rumble deepened, wordlessly begging him to touch her more.

"Do you want this?" he asked, brushing fingertips up and down her clit-dick. It was nice but not nearly enough, making her whimper.

"You need more, don't you?" he asked, fisting her entire clit-dick. The increased contact felt so good, and she moaned. When he moved his hand as if he was stroking his own mating shaft, her moan got louder, and she pressed her pelvis into his touch. He sat on her thighs, taking away her ability to move against his hand.

"P-please!" she begged. His head was still near hers. Grasping the back of his head, she held him still as she ran her tongue over his scent gland. There was a little blood dripping from the earlier wound she'd given him on his neck. Deciding to give his scent glands similar treatment, she put her teeth against his face and bit. She only put enough pressure on the small keratin plates to press against the glands underneath.

Uthar sucked in a breath then let it out in a long, moaned word. "Again," he begged.

She tightened her jaw and felt bonding oil drip into her mouth. It tasted like a rare spice. No, it was a drug, and she was an addict!

His hand had stopped moving on her clit-dick, allowing her brain to start thinking again. Reaching up, she urged him to turn his head so she could give the same treatment to the scent gland on the other side of his face.

"I'll suck you dry," she said. "Up here and down below."

Before she could bite down, Uthar reared back.

"No!" he growled. At first she thought she'd done something wrong, but his sexual rumble never stopped. "You won't distract me, my female. I'm going to make you scream until you're hoarse. I want you to demand and then beg. Only when you're nothing but sensation will I fill you with my oil and seed."

Oh! His words made her quiver. "Yes!"

He sounded a loud affirmative rattle as he grabbed her ruined pants. Ripping them neatly in half, he used the rags to bind her hands to the bunk support struts at the top of the bed.

"If I let you have your freedom, you'll make me climax before I'm ready," he grumbled. "I thought you had more control. If you can't keep yourself in check, I'll do it for you."

Enjoying his forceful attitude, she didn't fight him. It would be easy to unsheathe her claws and rip the bindings apart. Besides, it was fun to pretend she couldn't.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a breathless voice.

Bracing his arms on either side of her, he put his mouth to her earhole. "Anything I want."

Then he did something that really surprised her, he pressed his lips to hers.

Talins didn't lip-press, or kiss, like the humans did. They never had. But watching the humans do it in vids made some of her crew copy them. Palathum parted her lips, unsure of what to expect. It seemed foreign and strange, but the moment Uthar's tongue swept into her mouth, it was perfect. She could taste her bonding oil along with his.

Their sexual rumbling started harmonizing, filling the room with the sound of their mutual pleasure as if they were one person.

Maybe they were. This kiss made her feel connected to a male in a way she never had before. This was more intimate than someone emptying his seed sack inside her. It was no wonder the human couples did it all the time!

She didn't know how much time passed before he broke the kiss. Feeling unbalanced, she looked up into his eyes.

"That was…it…" How did you describe something so profound as your first kiss?

"Yes," he murmured, licking across her lips. "I understand. It was everything."

"Everything," she agreed. The kiss was everything because Uthar was everything.

He shifted a little and the rough plates of his belly rubbed against her sensitive clit-dick, making her shudder. Her earlier need roared back to life, shifting their moment of soul-deep connection to a lighter one of pleasure.

"We're going to kiss more later," he warned her before moving his body. She didn't get a chance to agree.

He shifted his bulk between her legs, not stopping until his face was hovering over her throbbing clit-dick. She could feel his warm breath wash over her sensitive flesh. Even that made her weep oil from both her clit-dick and scent glands, desperate to scent him and be touched.

Lowering his head, he licked the tip.

She screamed, startling them both.

Uthar reared back, letting go of her and putting his hands in the air. "Have I caused pain?"

Dazed, Palathum pushed the binding higher on the support strut. Gripping the metal, she lifted her upper body so she could stare down at her aching sex then up at him.

"No, no!" she responded, voice hoarse. "It was too much pleasure. I wasn't prepared. I've never…."

He started up a thrumming sexual rumble again. "Yes, I understand, my female. This changes everything."

She knew he wasn't only talking about sex. He was talking about their future.

Sounding an affirmative rattle, she moved her hips a little. "Please, Uthar. Don't stop, even if I scream or go silent. I might struggle. I might curse. Only my no should stop you."

"Yes, my female. I'm going to touch you again, and I won't stop even if you scream."

He sounded a war rattle. It was loud for the small room, and she could swear she felt the sound bounce off the walls and vibrate against her. She wouldn't have associated a war rattle with sex before, but it felt right. If she wasn't laying on some of her back plates, she'd answer his war rattle with one of her own.

Swooping down, he put his lips on her clit-dick and slid all the way down. She lost her grip on the support struts and fell back. His weight kept her legs pinned so she couldn't move her hips. Even if she could, she didn't know if she'd press harder against him or pull away.

The sensation of his hot mouth sucking on her sent bolts of pleasure up her spine. It bordered on painful and made her strain against the improvised restraints.

He was still rattling and rumbling, making so much noise that she wasn't sure he could hear her begging. By the ancestors, if she'd known it could be this good, she would've gotten the courage to proposition him sooner.

"I need," she panted. "Please let me!"

Without letting go with his mouth, Uthar lifted up on his knees and forced her legs apart. She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, but he was quick to grab her thighs and force her legs over his shoulders.

It was the most vulnerable position she'd ever been in. She thought to protest, but then he grazed his teeth against her most sensitive flesh and all thoughts of vulnerability were gone.

"Uthar!" she screamed. It was as if he'd touched a live wire to her. When he did it again, she bucked. Grabbing hold of her hips, he kept her from potentially hurting herself on his sharp teeth. She wasn't sure that was a good thing. It felt amazing when he bit her neck, so what would it be like if he bit her there?

Sucking hard, he moved his head up, and she was sure he was about to pull entirely away from her. But no, when he got to the tip, he bit down again, this time harder.

The flash of pain made her orgasm suddenly, surprising them both.

Arching her back, she cried out. She pulled so hard at the bonds that one of them ripped from sheer force, no claw needed. With her free hand, she grabbed the back of his head and pressed him down hard. Realizing what was happening, he opened his mouth and sucked her back down, going back to the rhythmic movement of earlier.

It was only when she couldn't take anymore that she released his head. He let go of her with his mouth and sat back. Her legs flopped to the bed on either side of him, her body stretching languidly.

The last time she'd felt this wrung out was when she'd challenged Uthar to do a full, professional training course. She'd beaten his time, but only by a submark, and she'd collapsed into her bunk the moment she got back to her cabin.

This was a far more pleasurable way to achieve the same level of exhaustion.

Uthar sounded a soothing rumble as his eyes roved over her body. "I did well?"

Unable to speak yet, she sounded an affirmative rumble. She wasn't sure she'd ever be able to talk again.

"My turn," he declared.

With one hand still bound, she used her free hand to pat his knee, trying to say he was welcome to rut into her until he climaxed. He'd earned it!

He grabbed her clit-dick and pulled it up to open her entrance below. Instead of guiding his impressive massive mating shaft into her, he lined himself up with her clit-dick. When they were side by side with his tip touching her pelvis and her clit-dick touching the length of his, he wrapped his hand around them both.

She'd produced so much oil that she lubricated them both as he started to slowly move his hand up and down. Her clit-dick was still engorged and sensitive, but this new pressure was gentle enough that it wasn't painful.

Unexpected waves of pleasure started radiating from his hand's movements. Was she getting turned on again?

"Uthar, I can't," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I don't think I can do more."

"Yes, you can," he countered. "Palathum of the Uriam clan can do anything. She's powerful and invincible."

She almost sounded a rumble of amusement at his words. "I'm about to be defeated by your hand!"

He increased the pace a little. "No, this time you have to wait for me."

What was this new order? "You think to command my body?" She meant for her words to sound outraged, but they came out whiny instead.

"I've already done it once," he claimed.

She wanted to argue but the new cadence of his hand was making it hard to think. It seemed the first orgasm had given her a hair trigger. With only a few strokes, she was ready to climax again.

Abruptly Uthar stopped. "Not until I say."

She growled up at him, showing her teeth. He didn't respond except to start moving his hand again, back to the agonizingly slow pace he'd started with.

"I'll murder you," she warned him.

He ignored her threat. Running his free hand down her belly, he moved it between her thighs and teased her exposed opening. That seemed to remind her body that she wanted to be filled, and her clit-dick released even more oil. There was also so much oil coming out of her scent glands it was soaking the pillow under her head.

"Need to rub!" she begged.

Tightening his hold on both of them, he pressed a finger inside her as he leaned forward and presented her with his chest. Desperate to cover him in her bonding oil, she grabbed his shoulder with her free hand and started frantically rubbing her face on his broad chest.

Blindly she reached up and found his cheek. Pressing on his scent gland, she gathered his oil and brought her hand down to rub it on his chest.

Their oils combined, creating a unique scent that filled the room and made both of them shudder.

Sitting back, he let go of both of them. Her clit-dick throbbed, and she gasped from the sudden loss of contact.

"Can't wait," he grunted. Grabbing her by the hips, he flipped her over and forced her ass into the air. She pressed back, eager to have him enter her.

"Yes!" she cried out. Now that she wasn't lying on her back any longer, she could rattle. She filled the room with a war rattle as loud as his.

"Take all of me," he ordered.

She felt him fit the bulbous head of his mating shaft at her entrance. After rubbing them together, he was well lubricated as all she felt was a shock of pleasure when he rammed forward.

Screaming, she strained against the remaining cloth binding until it gave also. With both hands free, she lowered her shoulders to the bed and reached under her. She thought to grab herself and pump as he thrust.

Uthar had other plans.

"No! Bad female," he grunted, grabbing her wrists and forcing her hands behind her back. She didn't struggle or try to free herself, only stopped rattling and started whimpering.

"I told you, we come together," he reminded her.

Leaning over, he rested his chest against her back, trapping her hands between them and freeing his hands. Then he took his hand and wrapped it under her, pressing his palm against her clit-dick. The other arm was hooked under her torso, holding her tight to his chest.

She didn't understand what he was doing until he started pumping in and out of her. His hand was wrapped around her clit dick and he stroked in time with his thrusts.

"Harder!" she demanded. He grunted and increased the pace.

"Wait for me!" he reminded her.

She was too close to be put off for much longer. "Then hurry!"

His movements became frantic as he rushed to orgasm. They were both gasping for air, bodies coiled tightly, as Uthar slapped his hips against hers.

"Now!" he roared.

She let go of the last bit of control she had. Her second climax was even more intense than the first, making her see stars behind her closed eyes. She sank her teeth into the pillow and tore at it, needing to do something!

When the wave of pleasure started to recede and Uthar's touch was too much, she spat the pillow out.

"Enough, sweet male," she croaked. Was that her voice? It sounded like she'd been shouting for marks.

Maybe she had.

Uthar gently released her and straightened up. With care, he pulled himself free of her body and moved to the side of the bed. With a groan, she dropped her hips to the bed and rolled over. Fatigue hit her hard. It had been a stressful few rotations and she was feeling the strain. At least she'd sleep well now.

Looking up, she found Uthar kneeling next to her, watching silently. Did he suddenly seem unsure?

Sounding a soothing rumble, she patted the bed next to her. "Come here, my male. Sleep with me. If we wake early enough, perhaps we can do that again."

He didn't move right away. "Should I fetch a cloth to cleanse you?"

"Absolutely not," she said, patting the bed again, or trying to. Her hand suddenly felt very heavy. "I want your oil all over me and I want my oil all over you."

He sighed with pleasure and settled down where she indicated. "I've never felt so content in my life."

She wanted to tell him she felt the same, but she fell asleep.