Pain pulsed and throbbed through Joyce’s body, her hand telling her just how pissed it was that she’d punched Councilman Dickhead. Yeah, she knew his name now, but she didn’t give a damn.
Shouting followed their growing group as they exited the meeting room. They stepped into the corridor and were met by a half-dozen warriors, warriors she recognized as being part of the Vehly crew. She noted they too were armed and fear punched her in the gut. Were they going to stop them? Were they in on the Terran military and Doshan council plans?
Joyce eased behind Kede, giving him more space. She wasn’t about to hinder him if this exploded into violence.
The male leading the small group pressed his fist to his heart. “Commander Tria, we offer escort and protection.”
“Second Commander Suthta, the councilman representing your House remains restrained beyond these doors.”
The male paled with rage. “And he does not speak for the warriors on this ship.”
“He spoke for some, Suthta. Spoke for enough that others have attempted to physically remove Joyce from my protection.” Kede’s words echoed Joyce’s thoughts.
“I cannot control the actions of the few, but the males at my side and the warriors remaining on your ship support Mistress Enner. They may release their words on the wind, but that will not carry them to the bright light. We know the truth, Commander, and Mistress Enner is worthy of the title warrior even if others do not agree. She cannot be welcomed into our caste as a warrior, but we welcome her as a warrior’s harae.” Suthta focused on her. “Our Houses offer our protection and strength, Mistress.”
His conviction rang in her heart. “Kede?”
Kede jerked his head in a brisk nod. “We are going to medical.”
Suthta’s gaze drifted to her cheek and then snapped away.
Yes, she was sure Resane would repair her bruise, but that wasn’t the only thing that would be accomplished.
As one, the group spun and formed a new impenetrable wall of violence against any that dared approach them. She glanced behind her and noted the presence of males from the meeting room. Ones that’d been part of the councilmen’s boarding party.
“Kede?” she whispered and he paused, his gaze focusing on her and then on the men trailing in their wake.
“They are of House Moar as well as a few from Yare and Resane’s Houses. How the councilmen believed they would blindly follow when violence against a female was threatened, I do not know. But they will be loyal to House Tria.” His solid, sure tone soothed her and she continued following the men.
It did not take long for them to reach the lifts. One group entered before them to secure the med level before their arrival. The next lift took her, Kede, Resane, Yare, and Hassee while the third would bring the remainder of their party.
The moment they emerged on the med deck, Resane sped away, his destination clear to everyone. The man’s black uniform was a stark contrast to the usually crisp white of his clothing.
Resane finished his task and then focused on her. “Come, Joyce.”
The men stationed around the room stiffened. Well, about half of them. The warriors from the Vehly remained on alert but calm. Moar’s guys, however…
“Kede,” she whispered and tapped his side, turning his attention to those males.
Kede addressed them. “It is true that it is not our way to speak with such familiarity to females, but Joyce was raised on Terra. She is Doshan by blood and Terran by heart. It is her wish and we respect that choice.”
Confusion overrode their tension and the pressure in the room slowly eased.
Kede remained at her side as she padded toward the biobed. He held her hand as she climbed atop the platform and when he would have released her, she held him tightly.
“Joyce?”
Unease and anxiety filled her, but she couldn’t back down. She knew what was about to happen. At least, in an abstract way.
She understood that the IUD would be removed. Within an hour of its removal, her body would be flooded with hormones that would make her crave sex. Crave it until she was sated and exhausted and unable to move.
She also knew a female’s first Needing was typically satisfied by the male of her choice. A male she was intent on joining with for the rest of her life.
Her body wanted to fuck and it was her rational half to choose a man to not only sate her desires but also marry.
No pressure or anything.
“Joyce?” Kede repeated his question, concern filling his features.
“What you said… you know, in front of Councilman Dickhead… about me being…”
He grimaced. “I need you safe. I was trying to keep you from harm. Once you are proven Doshan without doubt, I will retract and allow you to—”
“Shut it,” she snapped. Stupid alien being all noble. “That’s not what I meant.” She huffed. “You said it was my choice. That I only had to ask.”
It took no time for her message to hit home and Kede froze. “And are you asking?”
“Only if you still want to say yes. Otherwise I’ll…”
Go crazy from Needing a male’s touch and pray she came out of the episode with her sanity intact. Good news would be that she was unequivocally Doshan. Bad news was she’d be fit for an institution.
“Yes. If that is your offer, then thank the light, yes.” Yearning and relief shined from his eyes.
Joyce grinned, happy that he was happy and relieved that he wanted her. A few heartfelt words meant nothing if he couldn’t pull through at crunch time.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Letting go of his hand, she reclined on the biobed.
Resane approached. “You know what you must say.”
She did. Doshans didn’t have an array of forms she had to sign in order to get medical care. If she was conscious, it merely took verbal permission.
“Medico Resane, please repair my body.” She released the single word that would change her life. “Fully.”
“You wish the IUD removed.”
“Yes, please remove my IUD.” She had to give him a complete answer.
Resane tilted his head in acknowledgement. “As you wish.”
He left her vision and then the familiar whir and buzz of the bed’s scanner filled the room. The holo projection of her body hovered above her, Resane’s hands dipping into the light. Pain receded as he worked, her cheek the first to be repaired and her hands second. The rawness on her wrists disappeared.
“Joyce, this will hurt. It will be only slightly more than your menstrual cycle. This procedure is much more detailed and you must remain still until it is complete. Do you wish to be restrained?”
Kede growled but she ignored him and shook her head. They’d discussed this when he first took the time to examine her fully. She’d cramp while the machine rid her of the t-shaped piece of metal, but it would be quick to heal the lingering hurt.
A louder whir reached her and then the ache struck. Her body longed to curl into a ball and hide from the pain, but she forced herself to remain still. It would not work if she jerked and moved. It’d just make them have to start all over again.
So she fought to breathe through the growing discomfort .
The hurt grew, swelling and morphing until it was pure agony battering her.
Mother fucking Resane was a liar.
Her muscles clenched against the throbbing. Tightening and flexing until it took all of her focus to keep herself from rolling off the bed.
Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.
A sob grew in her chest, expanding to fill her lungs and then she felt it rising, easing along her throat until it lingered behind her lips. She battled to keep it contained. If she gave in to one, it’d open the door for others and she couldn’t move.
The pain rose to its crescendo, flying higher than the bright light and it stole the breath from her body. And it kept growing and growing and growing and finally…. It popped.
It popped and the agony fled in a rush of soothing heat and warmth. The pain was no more and she couldn’t decide if it was because the machine was done or if she’d died from the pain.
When Kede’s face filled her vision, she realized it was because Resane’s treatment was complete.
“The device has been—”
Joyce didn’t wait for him to finish his words. Instead, she rolled toward Kede, depending on him to catch her before she crumpled to the ground. She was drawn to his strong, solid chest with a grunt and she clung to him.
“I am never getting on that thing again.”
“Joyce, are you all right?” Resane’s voice was tinged with worry.
She turned her head and focused on him. “That was not period pain. That was so far from period pain it’s like calling a distant star the bright light.”
He frowned. “It was simply a contraction of muscle during remov—”
“When I can stand on my own, I’m gonna knee you in the balls. While you’re crying on the ground, I’m gonna remind you that it was simply a compression of the scrotal sack.” The words were solid and firm, but lowered in volume as she pushed them past her lips.
Fighting the pain, the hurt, drained her of energy. And now she had to spend days fucking Kede’s brains out.
She ignored the warriors’ winces but didn’t miss the subtle shift of their hands to cover their groins. Even Kede shuddered.
“Are there any other instructions for her care?” Kede’s words vibrated through her, soothing her with its vibrating baritone.
“No. She is healed. The Needing will not allow for much rest, but ensure she has adequate food and allow her to sleep when she is able.” Resane coughed. “I assume you have not assisted a Needing before?”
Jealousy slammed into her and she growled. She tipped her head back and narrowed her eyes at Kede. “You better not have.”
Kede stared at her, so much caring in his gaze. “Warriors are not chosen for Needing, my harae. You will be my first and only.”
She heard the sincerity in his words and nodded. “Okay. Better be telling the truth,” she grumbled.
“Rest as often as possible. I will instruct Yare on which foods will best sustain you during this time. It is imperative you eat and rest when you are not engaged.”
Engaged was apparently a code word for fucking.
“Take these hypos.” One of Kede’s arms left her as he reached for whatever Resane offered. “You both should use one dose after each encounter. It will assist in your recovery and keep you both from experiencing harm.”
“Harm?” Kede’s question shattered the peace she’d found in his embrace. “You did not mention this would cause her harm. Put the device back. I will not allow her to be hurt.”
“Kede,” she stroked his chest. “Females prepare for their first Needing for twenty-five years. My body may go into shock with the new flood of hormones. There is no stopping it now. Take the hypos and take me to your quarters.”
She needed to be within his rooms. Soon. Sooner than soon. Especially since the burning need Resane said would take time to appear, was already making itself known. Her skin itched, the fabric of her clothing scraping her flesh. Her nipples pebbled and hardened, merely waiting for Kede’s mouth. Her pussy warmed and pulsed with the need to be filled by him, filled and taken and claimed and…
Yes, she needed a bed. Now.
The scent of Joyce’s need hit him square in the chest. It attacked him with the sudden force and he nearly dropped her to the ground. It was the sweetness of home and the allure of a female coated in desire.
Desire for him.
A warrior with a harae.
Kede swung her into his arms, her weight welcome in his embrace. Still clutching the hypos, he turned and strode toward the lift, yelling orders as he progressed. Orders to both his friends and those who had abandoned the delegation such as Moar.
“Moar, take point. Yare, Hassee, Suthta, take the rear.”
The males he selected took up their positions and soon their party was on the move. Joyce rubbed against him, soft mewls escaping her lips, and his body responded to her need. Warrior or not, a Doshan’s body seemed to know when a Needing female was nearby. Knew and reacted in kind.
When the lift arrived, Kede stepped inside the small conveyance and counted the rapid beats of his heart as they rose to the officers’ deck. The lift seemed to crawl like a youngling. Around him, males shifted in place, bodies betraying their response. Something inside him roared that he should subdue the other males, those who would challenge him for Joyce.
The rational part of him overrode the desire to challenge them.
Barely.
The moment the doors parted, they once again went into action, escorting Kede and Joyce to his quarters. He released her long enough to grant himself entrance to his rooms. He stepped inside the space and paused just inside the entry. He glanced over his shoulder and spoke to the males who’d assisted him.
“Wait a moment.” With that murmured order, he left them and moved toward the sleeping chamber. He was careful as he released his burden and fought to resist her softly mewled plea for him. “One second, my harae. I must speak with my men before we enjoy each other.”
Joyce’s response was another mewl, but she did not attempt to halt his progress once again.
Yare, Hassee, and Suthta lurked in the doorway, the other males forming a semi-circle behind them, and each one saluted at his approach.
He propped his hands on his hips and sighed, the weight of recent events resting on his shoulders. “She is entering her Needing. You have witnessed this and you will carry the truth to your men.” A round of nods met his statement. “I need guards at the door for the next three days, possibly four.” He turned his attention to Suthta and stared the male down. To his credit, his Second Commander did not cower beneath Kede’s gaze. “I need your assistance in restraining the councilmen and ejecting the Terran delegation.”
Suthta nodded and pressed a finger to his ear, activating the earpiece each on duty warrior wore. “Report.” Seconds passed and finally Suthta focused on him once again. “The Terran delegation has been returned to the planet, under guard and unarmed.”
“And the councilmen?”
“Escorted to their ship and given the option of remaining secluded or retreat.” His second grinned like a youngling. “They are remaining. Their guards and warriors have abandoned them.”
Kede shot the male a surprised look, eyebrows raised. “All of them? Many were sworn to the councilmen. There are repercussions should they follow me.”
“The males know the worth of a female and recognize Riskz’s actions for what they were. They stand behind you in your choice of harae. You…” Suthta frowned.
“Your truths, Suthta.”
“You are a symbol of hope for warriors, Commander Tria. No male of worth will tolerate harm befalling a female, but for a warrior to find his harae.” He shook his head. “All males yearn for a female, perhaps warriors more than most. To know there is a chance… It is hope, Commander.”
“What of those who attempted to reclaim her?” Kede let his gaze travel over the small crowd.
His Security Commander stepped forward. “We decoded several communications. Both Terra and the council wish to rid themselves of Mistress Enner. Terra will experiment on her and the council wishes to discard her. Permission to speak freely, Commander?”
“Granted,” Kede’s reply was immediate.
“The council has ‘removed’ more than one transitioned female. Joyce is not the first to be changed, but the council has eliminated the others. They do not want transitioned females polluting the gene pool. They do not want females who are willing to join with warriors. If warriors join with a female, their loyalties will be divided.” The truth lay between them.
“They will not remove Joyce.”
Suthta spoke up. “No, Commander. Your warriors will not allow it.”
Kede narrowed his eyes. “You speak for those on the ship, Second Commander? Every one of them?”
“There is always dissent, Commander, but it is the belief of your senior crew that those who opposed Joyce’s transition already abandoned ship. It would not surprise us to find them on other council controlled ships. Your males witnessed Joyce’s taking and treatment. If they did not see the truth, they have now heard it. They support you through word and deed.”
“And what happens when their Holder of House calls to them? Orders them to move against me? Joyce’s existence, the events here today, will change Dosha. Lives will never be the same. If the council persists…” He needed the males surrounding him to understand the repercussions of today’s actions.
“With all respect, Commander, there is a simple truth that no Doshan can ignore. Warriors protect the home world, they protect the females, and ensure peace. They also outnumber the general population two to one.” Suthta’s grin was menacing and his words were heavy with the truth. “There are those who would be swayed by the council’s message, but one look at Joyce and there will not be a male who does not willingly stand at your back. Hope, Commander. Hope.”
Kede nodded and noted the conviction in every warrior’s gaze. “Very well. Warriors at my door. And Security Commander, I trust you can keep peace until I am able to return to duties. No one on or off the Vehly without the agreement of Suthta, Yare, Hassee, and Resane.” Before the male could bristle at Kede for including his friends in the circle, he provided his explanation. “They have worked to insure Joyce’s safety and worked on my behalf. I grew up with them and trust them with Joyce’s life. I do not mean to undermine your authority, but I do believe those who know me best, who know Joyce best, can also assist you.”
“As you say, Commander.”
“Security Commander, I want my quarters coded to myself and Joyce only.” He waited for the male’s nod and then continued with his orders. “I do not wish to be disturbed, but if I am needed, I expect to be summoned. Am I clear?” An echoing chorus of “yes, Commander” greeted his question. “Very well. I shall see you in three days. Second Commander, I entrust the Vehly and its crew into your care. May the bright light guide you in times of need and may the darkness remain at your back.”
“May the light shine upon you until you return, Commander.” With that final sentence in the ritual, Suthta stepped back and the rest of the party did as well. As soon as enough space was provided, the doors slipped shut and Kede secured the door.
The moment the panels locked in place, Joyce’s soft voice reached out to him. “Kede? I need.”
His cock responded to her desperate plea and he did not hesitate to go to her, his harae, his life, his warrior’s hope.
He tore his uniform shirt from his chest as he moved toward the sleeping chamber. Already he was ready for her, desperate for her warmth and love. He held no belief that she already felt love for him, but he was determined to gather the emotion to himself. Joyce would love him. He would do all in his power to earn it.
His kicked off his shoes, leaving them fallen in his wake. He retained his pants in the event his harae changed her mind upon his appearance. It took no time to find himself striding through the doorway to his sleeping chamber and the vision before him stole his breath.
She was… perfection. Her deep, burnished Doshan skin was unblemished and smooth… and bared for him. She was nude from head to toe, her curves displayed for him. Her dark hair created a fan of temptation and he ached to sink his hands into the strands. Her breasts were large and plump, seeming to call for his touch. Her trim waist brought his gaze to her wide hips and the softly concealed center of her body.
This was another difference between Doshan and Terran. Doshans had no hair other than on their heads while Terrans had an abundance. What would the council say should they ever discover the curls hiding her pleasure center?
It did not matter, for they would not hear or read those truths. They sure as fek wouldn’t see them.
Joyce trailed her fingers over her body, tips playing over her skin and drawing his attention. She followed the path between her breasts, then she cupped a single mound. She plucked the nipple, pinching the hardened nub. She hissed in pain and released one of those moans that he knew meant pleasure.
He never would have thought she would enjoy that type of touch.
Then he recalled that he did not know much of pleasuring Doshan females in general. Casual sex was not something their race enjoyed. He knew of mating through reading and enjoying the sexbots developed on one of the nearby planets.
When it came to true females… He was lost.
Joyce abandoned her breast and stroked her rounded stomach. He could not wait for that part of her to grow full with child.
For now, she stroked her own skin, moans and whines following each touch.
“Kede,” she whispered his name. “Come to me.”
He edged toward the bed and eased to the soft surface. He ached to move forward, to claim her as his body demanded. Instead, he remained in place.
“Show me what you like, my harae. Show me how to bring you pleasure.” She whined and pushed to sit up, but he stopped her. “No. Show me. I would make you scream my name, if you would show me how.”
Another single whine, but he refused to relent. He ached to learn what would make her scream, but he also enjoyed teasing himself with the bright light lurking so near.
She seemed to sense his resolve for she slowly parted her thighs, a single hand venturing to the dark curls. She ran her fingers through the hair there, toying with her skin and he swallowed the groan building in his throat.
“Tell me, explain what you are doing that brings you such joy.” His words brought her blush to the surface, telling him she was embarrassed by his demand. He did not care. He wanted her to enjoy his every touch.
“Kede…”
“Tell me. What is this part of you called?” he murmured, gaze intent on the juncture of her thighs. Joyce’s voice caught and he flicked his gaze to her face. “Tell me.”
“It’s my pussy.”
Pussy. He mouthed the word, testing it on his tongue. “What would I do with your pussy?”
“You would stroke it, or lick me there, or fuck me.”
The intoxicating scents of her arousal struck him and he moaned as the aroma filled him. Sweet and hot. “I would fuck your pussy?”
“Yes. When I’m wet—prepared—for you, you would fuck my pussy.”
Kede licked his lips. She also mentioned licking that part of her. With the teasing aroma of her desire surrounding him, he wondered if she would taste as sweet as her scent promised.
“Joyce, I would like to lick you, and then I would very much like to fuck your pussy.”
Kede’s words resonated inside Joyce, stoking the fire of her arousal. Her body shook as the meaning slithered through her veins and she gasped with his message.
He wanted to taste her and then fill her.
Yes, please.
Her nipples were hard and pleading for his mouth, her skin craved his touch and her pussy… Her pussy couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock. Filled and taken and claimed.
Double yes, please.
The heat of her Needing overwhelmed her, burning from inside out with desperate need. She’d been aroused in the past by Terran males who made a half-hearted attempt at “getting her motors running,” but this was unlike anything she’d experienced. Burn wasn’t even the right word. It paled in comparison to the sensations of desire. If she didn’t have him, she’d die.
Unable to do anything but beg, she pushed the desperate plea past her lips. “Please.”
“Show me.” His demand had her shuddering as a bolt of pleasure struck her. Two words and she was on the edge. Two. Words.
Forgetting any hint of embarrassment, she lifted her knees and slowly parted her legs, exposing herself to him. She continued stroking her clit with easy, gentle strokes, keeping her simmering and ready for him. Ready for him? She was so wet, so needy, so desperate.
Even more so when she finally was able to look at him. Kede rose from his seated position on the bed and rounded the far end. He shed his pants and stood unashamed and blatantly nude before her. Those eyes shined brightly, his wide muscular chest heaved and his cock… There was no sprinkling of hair surrounding the base like a Terran. No, he was bare, his long dick and balls completely free of Terran curls. His hardness though… He was long and thick, deeply tanned like the rest of him and she wondered what he’d taste like when she finally got him in her mouth. He was so sexy, so sinful, so… hers.
She continued stroking herself, fingers sliding through her growing wetness. Between the heat inside her and Kede’s presence, she felt as if she’d burst into flames at any moment.
Kede placed a knee on the bed, his gaze intent on the juncture of her thighs. “My harae… So beautiful.” He licked his lips. “I find myself hungry for you.” He looked to her. “The tasting. I want to taste your pussy.”
Yes…
She widened her thighs further, exposing her inner flesh to the cool air. “Then come to me.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. No, Kede immediately listened. Without hesitation, he crawled onto his stomach and eased between her legs. He propped his weight on his elbows, stomach firm against the bed.
“You are so pink, so lush, my harae.” His tone was filled with wonder. “And your scent…” He moaned and lowered his head until his warm breath bathed her moist heat. “I ache for you, Joyce.”
“And I you,” she whimpered.
“You will tell me what you enjoy.” His tone brooked no argument. “I will have your screams.”
It was a promise and threat in one.
“Yes,” she hissed.
The moment the single syllable left her lips, his mouth was on her. He had no finesse, no practiced moves that were guaranteed to make her come with no more than a few strokes. This was pure passion, pure desire, pure uncontrollable need… And she felt exactly the same.
He lapped and licked her, his tongue dancing over every part of her most intimate place. She shuddered and moaned, whimpering and whining, groaning and trembling with his attentions. And all the while, he watched her, his gaze intent on her face while hers was focused on him. The louder she became, the more he pushed her. This was a lover, a male determined to give his woman—his harae—pleasure above all else.
“Please, Kede…” She needed more. Needed. Needed. Needed. The fire blossoming inside her wasn’t just her natural desire to come, but also this unquenchable thirst for him.
“Tell me, my harae,” he murmured against her flesh, the low vibrations causing her to tremble anew.
“Your fingers. Inside me,” she whined. “Please.”
“You want my fingers in your pussy?”
Joyce whined and gasped, the words doing more than his touch. “Yes. Inside me. In my pussy.”
He didn’t comment further. He simply pushed two fingers against the source of her heat, circling the entrance with a teasing touch. “You’re so wet. So hot, my harae.”
“For you.” She rocked her hips, anxious for him to fill and stretch her with those digits.
“For me.” He sounded way too smug. She’d call him on it after he made her come a time or two hundred.
He carefully—as if she’d break—pressed them into her, stretching her sheath with those two fingers until a sliver of pain snaked through her. It stung but in such a delicious way that she trembled and her core rippled around him. That was so, so good.
Until it wasn’t.
Kede gasped and snatched his fingers out, withdrawing in a rush.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” she roared. She didn’t care. The man had given her pleasure and then wrenched it away again.
“I…” His gaze went from her pussy, to his glistening fingers and then finally settled on her face. “You enjoyed that. My fingers in your pussy.”
“Yes. Please, please, please put them back. Need to come, Kede.” She didn’t care that she sounded like a whining brat.
“Like this?” He pushed them deep once more, but remained still.
He was gonna kill her. “In and out, Kede. Slow at first. When I tighten around you it means I’m going to come. Wanna come.”
He did exactly as she asked, pulling out and then pushing deep once again, fucking her with those two fingers. All the while, their gazes remained locked. He made love to her with not only his hands, but his mis-matched eyes as well.
“Lick me. Taste me.” She gasped, arching against his invasion and rocking with his motions.
Kede lowered his head, mouth returning to her clit and then she was lost to the dual sensations. He sucked and nibbled, his attentions intent as if he memorized her every response. And when he repeated what made her gasp or shout the loudest, she realized he did. He treasured her, fought to discover what pleasured her most, and committed to memory what she desired.
So she took what he offered. Her hips rocked and flexed of their own volition, hands wandering to her breasts without conscious thought so she could knead the mounds and tweak her nipples. She loved that tiny hint of pain. Between his stretching and her pinches, she was on the edge of coming already.
She panted and moaned, pleading and begging in turn until she could hardly breathe. “Faster. Harder. More.”
Somehow he deciphered her desperate attempts to speak and gave her more. Faster. Harder. Those fingers picked up the pace while he flicked her clit with his tongue, sending sparks of pleasure pinging through her body. She was lost to it. Lost to him. To her harau.
Her muscles twitched and jerked, no longer taking direction from her mind, but merely following the trails of bliss that consumed her. It snaked over her nerves, and surrounded her clit, that tiny nub sending pulsating throbs of ecstasy back in return. She was in a massive loop of joy that seemed unending.
No, it’d end in a moment because somehow he must have recognized that she was so close to the edge. Because he gave her more. He sucked harder, upped his pace and the tap-tap-tap on her clit doubled in rhythm. She was on the precipice, hovering so delicately and then… he growled. Deep and low and delicious and she screamed as her release burned through her. It sent rippling spasms into her muscles, her sheath milking his invasion and she couldn’t keep silent.
“Kede!” She arched her back, frozen in place as she was consumed by the pleasure he’d gifted her. “My harau!”
Kede nearly spilled himself on the sheets with her words, her admission and acceptance. She was his harae and he was her harau. They were one. His cawk was hard and throbbing, his desire for her riding him hard and he was unsure what he should do now. He believed she’d found her ultimate pleasure and was torn between desire to fill her and his desperate need to see her find her woman’s release once again.
He should ask. Terrans did not and he’d read of some males not satisfying their females in the mag-a-zeens. Whole art-ee-kles about unsatisfied females.
He lifted his head, anxious for her words, but unwilling to move his mouth far from the musky source of her pleasure. She tasted so delicious and he wondered if this was how she felt when she consumed loshee. She was his dessert.
“My harae?”
“In me,” she grumbled and pushed to one elbow as she reached for him with the other hand. “In me, in me, in me…”
“I am-”
She snarled, his occasionally sweet harae snarled with her need. “I want your cock in my pussy, Kede. Please.”
His harae should never plead or beg for what she desired. He would give it to her gladly. He carefully slid his fingers from her and stared at the glistening cream that coated them. It would be a waste to wipe them clean on the bed coverings. So sweet and delicious…
How would she react should he lick them clean? He decided to test her reactions. If it disgusted her or angered her, he could quickly abandon the need to taste her juices and do as she asked. He slipped one finger past his lips and licked it clean, lapping at every drop of her moisture. All the while he remained intent on his harae. On her increased breathing and the widening of her eyes.
“Kede… That is…” She licked her lips, teasing him with that tongue. He wanted to kiss her again. Perhaps he could do that while he had his cawk inside her.
He released his first treat. “You do not like it?”
“So hot. You like the way I taste.”
It was not a question, but he nodded anyway. “I love every part of you, my harae.” He licked the other clean and then pushed to his knees, moving to kneel between her thighs. His cawk was aching and throbbing, demanding he push into her wetness. “It is official, you are my cheesecake.”
Joyce laughed then, joy filling her features, and he was struck again by her beauty. She drew him as a Terran and captured him further as a Doshan temptress. “Come, have more dessert, my harau.”
A shudder ran down his spine. “You do not know what that does to me. To hear the words from your lips…” he shook his head. “I have never dared dream, Joyce.”
She reached for him. “Come sate my Needing, my harau.” She lowered her hand between her legs once more, petting herself and dipping into her center. “Fill me. Fuck my pussy, Kede.”
Those words truly had him nearly spilling as he focused on her wetness. He eased forward, his cawk ready and anxious for her. With care, he grasped the base of his length and positioned the tip at her woman’s place, anxious to push into her. He braced his weight on one arm, and nudged his hips forward as he had when he penetrated her with his fingers.
Kede moaned aloud with the kiss of her wetness on the tip of his cawk and then moaned even louder when Joyce echoed the sound. When their hips finally met, she gasped and rolled her hips.
“That is…” She licked her lips and he realized he no longer had to crave a kiss. He could now steal one. Terrans did it often. Stealing though with permission.
Kede lowered his head and captured her lips with a fierceness that surprised him. It was as if her Needing transferred to him, overwhelming him with the need to connect with his harae. He pushed his tongue into her, tasting her mouth and he found he could not decide if he enjoyed tasting her lips or wetness more. Both were sweet and drugging with their flavors. Their tongues tangled, teasing each other, driving each other mad until Joyce yanked her mouth from his.
“Kede, for the love of the bright light, move.”
“My harae?”
She lifted her hands and bracketed his face. “Move your hips. Fuck me. I need.”
Yes, he’d read of this. Her release would soothe the Needing for a short time, but she needed a Doshan male’s genetic material to cool the fires.
Kede withdrew slightly and then pushed forward once again, his attention locked on the emotions and responses that were easily seen on Joyce’s face. Pure pleasure accompanied each stroke and pride filled his heart. He was making his harae scream. He was making her eyes glow brighter. He was making her claw his flesh with her short nails. Perhaps he would be lucky and she would scar him. He would take joy in showing the marks to non-warriors as he told of his passionate harae.
But he would not give details. Such as the way her skin glowed or how sweet she was on his tongue. Should others dare ask…
Kede plunged deep, jarring them both and he wondered if perhaps he was too forceful. He retreated and thrust again, shaking them with the force and she gasped.
“More.”
He did not hurt her. In fact, she enjoyed the roughness. Good. He was a warrior. He did not believe he could be soft all the time. “As you desire, my harae.”
He continued with the strength of his attentions, pushing deep only to withdraw and thrust forward once again. It was not long before their mating drew sweat to his body, coating his back and chest. He panted, fighting the urge to fill her with his genetic material. He wanted her to come again. She would scream his name and then he would allow himself freedom to seek his own joy.
“Come, my Joyce.” The slap of their bodies filled the air, his hips pistoning as he became one with her. Bliss coated her features, but not the one that would make her scream.
His cawk ached, her slick sheath bathing him with pleasure. His bahls were hard and tight against him, aching to release into his harae. The Needing was part of the bright light’s attempt to grow the Doshan race. Perhaps he would plant young inside his harae.
The idea of her swollen and filled with his youngling sent another surge of ecstasy through him. He would not last much longer.
“Come for me, my harae,” he growled at her and discovered she enjoyed the sound, his fierceness. She rippled and stroked his cawk as he pushed forward. She did much the same to his fingers before she yelled for him. “You must come and then I shall.” He growled louder and was satisfied at the glazed look that overtook her face.
She enjoyed his warrior sounds as a warrior harae should. He did not know for certain as no others had a harae, but it was his belief none the less.
“Kede. Gonna…”
“Yes, my harae. My Joyce. Yes.” He urged her on, holding onto his control by a hair. He gasped and struggled against the desire to release into her. He would not… Could not… Not until…
Then he no longer had to fight for his harae bellowed to the stars. She arched her back once again as if presenting her plump breasts for him. Her mouth hung wide, his name echoing off the Vehly’s metal walls. “Kede!”
Kede’s control snapped, his hips pumping once, twice, and then with the third fierce thrust, he pressed their bodies together tightly. His genetic material would soothe her Needing and he… could not fight the desire for her to bear his young. His cawk twitched and jerked within her heat while his bahls tightened and then released as his seed filled her waiting body. The ecstasy of possessing her consumed him, riding him hard as he continued to fill her, the bliss overtaking his warrior’s control, and he was powerless to do anything but embrace the joy of their joining.
With the first tremulous release, she relaxed against the mattress with a soft sigh and tremble. His final joy continued, body shaking with the sensations of filling his harae, but eventually he too relaxed. He nearly slumped over her in an exhausted heap, but managed to catch himself before he crushed his small harae.
Withdrawing from her moistness was difficult, but with care, he rolled to the side and rested on his back. His arms were achingly empty and he frowned. He was unsure of what to do next. He had sated her, made her scream, but what was the next step. His harae whimpered and twitched. He did not know what others did, but he could not be without her so he reached out and gathered her to him. Her soft curves molded to his body and she snuggled closer, nuzzling his chest and throwing a leg over his as if she were afraid he would run.
Not even the bright light could pry him from her side and any that attempted such a thing would not receive the honor of a Kerosa. He would merely gut them where they stood.
Joyce Enner Tria-se was his. By her own words and his deeds, she was his.
Her continued movements reminded him of Resane’s orders and he carefully slipped from bed, anxious to extract a hypo and dispense its contents into them both. He wanted nothing to happen to his harae.
He padded across the room, stepping over their discarded coverings, and reached for the case that rested on the bedroom’s ship interface console. As he grasped the small metal case, a blinking red light snagged his attention. A confidential report from one of his officers. No, from Hassee.
We believe we have a plausible course of action. A message has been sent…