Chapter 12

KAMEER

I pound the little human female, my thrusts relentless as I clutch her hips and hold her in place for the second claiming of the night. She whimpers and gasps and tears at the bottom sheet, but there’s nowhere to go.

Until I say otherwise, she will remain bent over the bed with her legs spread wide, enduring as many mating sessions as I see fit to give her.

My ancestral markings tingle as I ravish her, and my scrotum vibrates against her pussy with each deep thrust. She cries out in the throes of yet another climax, and I growl as her pussy clamps down on my upper appendage.

Fluxx . I’m burning up with need for her, but I don’t think I’m truly feverish. Not yet. The mating fever, which heralds the formation of a heartbond, hasn’t started. I pray it’ll happen soon, and I resolve to erupt in her depths several more times tonight.

Given the threats to my life, she needs the protection of a heartbond, just in case the villain who wants me dead decides to go after my mate. I rage at the thought and fuck her faster and harder, until the bolts securing the bed to the floor groan and screech.

The long-forgotten thrill of claiming a female rushes through me. Mine mine mine . Mandy belongs to me, and I’ll never let her go. No matter how much she begs. I will rut her multiple times daily until the heartbond forms between us. I will breed her and watch her stomach swell with our child.

A sense of peace descends as I consider starting a family with her. After years of solitude and fearing I would never mate again, the prospect of starting a family with Mandy causes my heart to soften even as I give her a merciless pounding.

I withdraw my upper shaft nearly the entire way. A glance down shows her thighs are coated in my blue translucent seed. Fluxx yes. I like seeing her coated in my essence. I never want her to wash it off. I want her pussy and thighs to be perpetually sticky with the evidence of my need for her. The evidence of my ownership over her.

With a feral growl, I surge back into her slick tightness, then I commence pounding her with renewed vigor. My lower shaft, the one I’d already claimed her with, is already as hard as Rulliann steel. Perhaps it softened for but a moment after I withdrew from her pussy. My need for her is so great, I can’t help but wonder how many mating sessions it’ll take before I’m satiated enough for sleep.

Poor little female. She’s going to be so sore by the time I’m through with her. Sore and breathless and dripping with my seed.

“You’re so fluxxing tight, pretty human.”

“Oh!” Her knuckles go pale as she continues gripping the bottom sheet, nearly having pulled it from the mattress. Her core contracts around my plunging shaft as she reaches yet another climax. “Please, please, I can’t take anymore. It’s… too much. My clit… I’m too sensitive.”

I pause and delve a hand in her hair, curling my fingers around her locks. I give a slight tug while keeping my appendage buried deep inside her, my scrotum vibrating against the part of her that’s overwrought from pleasure. She whimpers beneath me and tries to escape, though her efforts prove futile. Her feet can’t touch the floor, and she only manages to finish ripping the corners of the bottom sheet from the mattress.

“Be a good little female and come for me again, Mandy. Climax directly on my scrotum while I keep my upper shaft submerged in your tight, warm pussy.”

“No!” As she shakes her head, her hair flips around her shoulders.

“Do you want me to fetch a strap?” I ask, though I don’t have one on hand. If she continues in her defiance, I’ll have to use a materials replicator to fashion one. Nevertheless, I persist in the threat, eager to watch her shatter yet again. “Do you want a whipping, pretty human?”

“No, please.” She ceases thrashing around and grows still. Whimpers emanate from her, and fluxx how her distress makes my appendages harder.

I want to discover all her limits, then push beyond them while watching her struggle to obey. Then I want to catch her and comfort her in the aftermath of her agony.

At last, her insides clamp down on my upper shaft, and her hips jerk slightly as frantic whimpers drift up from her. She’s coming. She’s submitting. Just as I suspected she would. However, I make a note to acquire a strap in the near future. She’s my bride, my precious female, and I intend to train her to be a proper, obedient mate.

“Good little female,” I say in a praising tone. “That’s it. Come for me. Come for me even though it hurts.” I brush the wild hair from her face to find tear tracks on her cheeks, and though I could easily continue fucking her all night, I contemplate showing her mercy. Human females are rather delicate compared to their Darrvason counterparts, and I have no wish to cause her true harm.

As the last pulsating wave of her orgasm disperses, I recommence the plunges into her pussy, though my movements are slower than before. Her obedience has pleased me more than she probably realizes, and I intend to reward her compliance.

Still driving in and out of her core, I grasp her ass cheeks and pull them apart, seeking a view of her dark pink pucker. The physicians’ reports also indicated that a human female’s bottom hole could be trained to accept an intrusion roughly the size of a Darrvason male’s upper appendage.

Heated anticipation quivers through me at the prospect of claiming this secret part of her, and I resolve that I’ll begin her anal training soon. In addition to the strap, I will use a materials replicator to make a set of plugs for her shy little bottom hole.

The visual image of violating her pucker with my upper shaft sends me over the edge, and my cock pulses faster within her, torrents of seed spilling into her tightness as I give the last few thrusts. It’s pure ecstasy, coming inside her. As close to the Star Gods’ dimension as I’ll ever get.

As the sweet relief of completion settles over me, I withdraw from her center with careful movements, mindful of her probable soreness. After breaching her hymen during the first claiming, I’d yielded to my baser desires and fucked her as hard as I pleased.

I step back and peer at her seed-coated pussy and thighs, basking at the sight of her so thoroughly glazed in my essence. Beautiful. Perfect. Her pussy remains swollen, and her bottom cheeks are still red from her recent spanking. She’s the ideal picture of a conquered bride, and that’s exactly what she is.

I turn her over and lift her in my arms, then carry her to a plush chair that faces the viewscreen. I sit and hold her on my lap, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. Limp in my embrace, clearly exhausted, she rests her head on my chest and closes her eyes.

While I’d planned to claim her a dozen or more times tonight, I can’t in good conscience torment her so. My only compulsion now is to comfort her. Yes, I want to tend to her, to take care of her and show her that she already means something to me.

She’s my mate and the future mother of my offspring, and our lives will be forever joined. Not only does my honor dictate that I must care for her, but there’s a compulsion from deep within, an instinct so strong I cannot fight it, nor do I want to.

As I hold her and stroke her golden locks, I’m aware of her every exhale against my chest, a slight tickle that endears her to me even more.

My gaze falls on the Darrvason fleet, and I stare at the Rorrsa as I contemplate bringing her to the ship I’ve called home for the last twenty-five years.

After the war against the Yelltizins broke out, I was ordered to serve on the Rorrsa , and sadly, forced to leave Xersonna behind on planet Darrva where I mistakenly believed she would be safest. It was during the war that I moved up the ranks quickly to become the chief engineer.

If not for my natural talents and genius, I likely wouldn’t have managed to acquire a female from the human worldship.

Even after the final wave of two thousand women are given to my people, thousands of Darrvason males will remain unmated. But the human females have brought us hope. For the first time in years, my people are no longer at risk of dying out.

In a few decades, the Darrvason Empire will be stronger than ever, and I’m grateful that I’ll be part of the progress.

I press my face to Mandy’s hair and take a deep inhale. A floral scent clings to her, sweet and fragrant. I can’t get enough.

But she’s on the verge of sleep. I can sense it as her breaths become more shallow, and I stand and carry her to the bathroom. Once I’m certain she’s awake enough to sit, I set her on a chair beside the shower and start the water.

I offer her a gentle smile as she blinks sleepily at me. She doesn’t smile at me in return, and I start to wonder if she’s simply physically tired, or if she’s weighed down with heavy emotions.

Does she regret mating with me?

Not that I gave her a choice…

Fluxx . Once again, I long for the completion of the heartbond. But it won’t occur if I keep showing her mercy by only claiming her once or twice in one evening. I resolve that tomorrow and the next day will be different.

I check the temperature of the shower spray, then I guide her into the stall with me. While I like the idea of her constantly covered in my blue essence, I know it wouldn’t be practical for her to sleep in such a state.

We stand under the warm spray, and I turn her in a circle under the flowing water. My shafts go instantly hard as I watch rivulets cascade down her breasts. I turn her around and observe the water running over her red, punished bottom. My scrotum vibrates faster and I long to plunge inside her again.

Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

Using a washcloth, I work a lather of soap over her body, taking special care to clean the area between her thighs. She remains silent but occasionally blushes or gives me a shy glance.

I help wash her hair, then I finally tend to myself while she remains close under the wide, luxurious water spray. I’m not certain what the quarters of non-Founders are like, but I’m grateful I was given a well-appointed room at the emperor’s insistence. I want only the best for my mate, and I resolve that our home on 58-Zallnanis will be large and opulent. I also resolve to dress her in clothing constructed of the softest silks created by our most skilled tailors, as well as drape her in rare jewels. Thankfully, the five hundred thousand galactic credits I used to purchase her was only a small fraction of my wealth.

I finish rinsing off and turn to face my pretty human mate, and just as she meets my gaze, her eyes widen and she quickly moves her hands away from her backside. Rubbing. I’d just caught her rubbing her sore, punished bottom.

I bite back a grin. “Here, little female. Allow me to help you.” I turn her around under the water spray and commence rubbing her ass cheeks.

She gives a fatigued whimper but doesn’t protest, and I relish the activity of helping to ease her soreness, never mind that she’d earned this spanking with her rebelliousness. I decide to apply more soap to her bottom, and I delight in working up a nice lather of bubbles overtop her reddened flesh. I even pause to draw her cheeks aside so I might tap at her puckering hole.

She gasps and tries to step away, but I wrap an arm around her front and pull her back to me, then I continue my explorations of her anus, nudging my finger against this private part of her while she whimpers and trembles.

“I want to test the tightness of your back hole, Mandy. Hold very still and let me inside.”

“Oh!” She wiggles in my grip.

Hm. Perhaps the punishment I administered earlier wasn’t severe enough, if she’s so quick to disobey me already. I retract my hand from the crevice between her cheeks and apply five quick, firm smacks to her wet, soapy bottom. The searing cracks echo in the large bathroom.

“Listen to me carefully, pretty human. I mean to test the tightness of your back hole, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Will you behave and allow me to breach your anus, or do you require more pain, more punishment?”

“Please, no more spanking.” She glances over her shoulder with a pleading look. “I-I will try to remain still. I’m sorry, but no one has ever touched me there before. It’s so… embarrassing .”

“If you struggle this time,” I say as I tighten my hold, “I promise you will regret it.”

My cocks thicken as I nudge a hand between her cheeks again, and though she whimpers and makes pitiful noises in the back of her throat, she doesn’t try to evade my touch this time.

I press a finger to her anus and carefully push inside, using a bit of soap to help ease my way into her tight, puckering hole. And oh, she is exceptionally tight. I push deeper and growl as she clenches down on my finger. Leaning over her, I place a kiss on the back of her neck. Then I wiggle my digit ever so slightly, causing her to moan as the scent of her excitement fills the steaming shower.

Aroused. My little mate is becoming aroused as I explore her bottom hole. Fluxx , she is so perfect and responsive, and I savor each whimper and moan that escapes her lips.

“My sweet Mandy. One day soon, I will breach this shy hole of yours with my upper appendage.”