Chapter 16

ZAHHN

Fluxx . Leona's mating orifice is exceedingly tight, but she's managed to accept my entire shaft—the largest of my dual appendages. Though I hover on the verge of a lust-crazed rutting session, ready to commence thrusting in and out of her almost violently, the same tenderness I've felt for her before swells in my chest.

Dark spots cloud my vision as I slowly withdraw from her pussy. I'm struggling to restrain myself, attempting to tamp down my most barbaric urges. While I have no qualms about rutting her until she's sore between her thighs, I don't want to damage her during our first mating. Even if I'm a physician and I could easily repair the damage, I find myself wanting to earn her trust, find myself thinking about how it's my duty as her mate to take care of her always.

I draw in several deep breaths and wait for my vision to clear. Then I gradually plunge my cock back into her depths, until I'm once again fully submerged in the exquisite tightness of her slick center. I build a steady thrusting motion, in and out, while she trembles and whimpers beneath me. She lifts her center to meet my drives on occasion, and whenever my vibrating scrotum impacts with her center, I can briefly feel her engorged clit.

I release one of her cheeks and stroke a hand gently down her back, seeking to connect with her on an emotional level. I feel her soften beneath my caresses, and though I don't hear it aloud, I sense her release a long, contented sigh. If I hadn't already heard her voice in my head multiple times, I might say it was a strange occurrence. But it would seem something profound is transpiring between us. Whether it's the beginning stages of a heartbond, I cannot say.

Mating fever, I remind myself. Though I'm sweltering with desire, I'm not out of my mind with the mating fever that strikes a Darrvason male during the formation of a heartbond. I'm still able to form semi-coherent thoughts as I continue driving in and out of Leona's moist chasm.

My scrotum vibrates harder, and I increase the pace of my thrusts, until the sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room. Take it. Take my lower appendage like an obedient little female. With each deep plunge, my upper shaft drags across her bottom cheeks, and I once again find myself staring at her puckering hole. Soon. Soon I will commence training her ass to accommodate my upper shaft, then I will be able to fuck both her orifices at the same time. My blood heats further at the prospect.

I cease stroking her back and resume gripping her buttocks hard, forcing her cheeks wider apart as I drive into her tight depths.

Mine. My female.

Though I would like to draw this experience out, I'm eager to fill her mating orifice with my seed, and I don't hold back when the waves of pleasure start descending. Instead, I fuck her faster. Harder. I growl as I give her the savage rutting I'd promised her.

Then I erupt in her depths in quaking torrents. My animalistic roar reverberates off the walls, a sound I didn't know I was capable of making, as my desire for the human female culminates in a shuddering release that leaves me panting for breath.

As the final gush of seed erupts from my shaft, suddenly her insides contract around my plunging shaft, and she cries out in the throes of her own climax.

Fluxx . How extraordinary, how thrilling, this first mating session of ours.

I sense her intense need, followed by relief as the orgasm quakes through her. I also sense her blissful satisfaction as she grows still on the bed.

Keeping my gaze on her nether area, I carefully withdraw my lower appendage from her depths. I hold her spread wide, and I observe, utterly enthralled, as my blue essence trickles out of her slick pink core.

Seeing her marked with my seed causes an intense wave of possessiveness to seize me. A fresh surge of desire pummels me, and my upper shaft hardens further. Ready to impale her with my unspent cock, I nudge the tip of my throbbing member inside her.

Her gasps and whimpers delight me, as does the immense wetness in her core. Most of my seed has already trickled out of her, but she's becoming slick all over again, my eager little mate.

Mate . The full impact of what's occurring between us abruptly hits me. I'm breaking the terms of the alliance, while she's breaking the laws of her people simply by fornicating. The illicitness of our coupling adds a measure of excitement to the deed, and I give a quick thrust and seat myself fully inside her.

She's grasping the covers so hard her knuckles have turned white, and every now and then, as I remain buried in her tightness, she writhes beneath me and gyrates her center.

I grip her hips as my need for her rises, and I commence ramming into her with abandon. My growls mingle with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and her urgent moans and whimpers. The scent of her arousal becomes so thick in the air that I can almost taste the sweetness on my tongue.

When she cries out and her insides start contracting around my plunging shaft, I fall into the abyss of pleasure with her. For a second time this evening, I erupt in her tight, slick depths, spurt after pulsating spurt, until I'm finally spent.

Breathless and dizzy, I withdraw my cock from her center and once again hold her spread wide so I might watch my seed gush out of her core. Her inner thighs gleam with a mixture of her own arousal and my blue essence.

A sort of peace settles over me, taking me aback. It's done. She's mine. Come morning, there will be a reckoning as my people are forced to deal with the violation of the Darrvason-human alliance.

According to the treaty, Darrvason males aren't permitted to claim any human females outside the bounds of the alliance. Women who aren't in one of the three groups specifically handed over to my people are considered untouchable.

I lift Leona from the bed and cradle her in my arms. She peers up at me, beautifully flushed, her hair in disarray. My chest tightens and my heart skips a beat as we stare into one another's eyes. The ancestral markings covering my chest tingle more intensely than ever before.

Suddenly, all I can think about is sharing a bed with her. Sleeping with her sheltered in my arms. Whenever I awake in the night, I'll find her right there, pressed close to my body.

Affection brims in my soul and there's a fleeting moment during which I sense warmth flowing from her . It's a strange but not unwelcome experience, and I soak it up and pray to the Star Gods that a traditional Darrvason heartbond will eventually form between us. One that will allow us to always sense one another's thoughts and emotions.

Leona covers a huge yawn, and her eyes twinkle as she holds my gaze. "You wore me out."

I grin. "I won't apologize for it. For the rest of our lives, I intend to thoroughly exhaust you before bed each night. And let's not forget: There's not a rule that we can't copulate during the daytime hours as well." My grin widens. "As my mate you will be perpetually sore between your thighs."

She blushes, but then her eyes glimmer with worry. "What will happen? In the morning, I mean, what will happen? I'm too old to be considered for?—"

" You're mine ," I say, cutting her off, "and I promise to keep you safe. We are mated, and no one can dissolve our mating union. Not your captain, and not my emperor."

"But the alliance…"

"The alliance can suck my appendages."

She laughs, and it warms my heart. It's the first time I've heard her laughter, and the musical sound becomes immersed in my soul, a treasure I will carry with me until my dying breath.

I sink down on the bed, still holding her in my arms. The small human-size bed creaks under my bulk, and I soon realize there is no way both of us will fit side by side.

I kiss Leona's forehead and gently place her on her feet, then watch to ensure she remains steady. Once I'm certain she won't collapse from exhaustion, I set about creating a sleeping area on the floor using the covers from the bed, as well as all the pillows I can find, including the pillows she kneeled upon as she sucked my shafts.

We curl up beside one another, and I take her in my arms. She stiffens for a moment and glances toward a small door that I assume leads to a bathroom. "Um, maybe I should clean up first. Your seed is covering me. I don't want to get pregnant, and maybe cleaning it off will help that not happen. I'm not sure, but it seems like a smart idea." She attempts to slip out of my embrace, but I tighten my hold and kiss her forehead again.

"No," I say firmly, meeting her eyes. "You don't need to clean up." I sigh and debate whether to admit I'm sterile. It's not something I like to talk about, but I suppose if we're mated, I ought to give her honesty. Especially when I expect honesty from her.

Her gaze turns knowing, however, and I start to wonder if perhaps she can hear some of my thoughts, just as I've heard some of hers.

"Never mind," she blurts. "I'm fine not cleaning up. Let's just go to sleep."

I suppress a growl and resolve to admit the truth soon. It would seem that being mated to me hasn't changed her opinion about having offspring, and perhaps it's a blessing that I cannot get her pregnant. Our mating union will face enough obstacles in the days to come.

I draw the covers atop us and she snuggles deeper in my arms. When I tangle my legs with hers, I feel the stickiness of her arousal and my seed, the proof of the consummation of our mating union.

For the first time in ages, I drift to sleep in a state of utter contentment.