The VaDorok: The Mate Index Book 1

by SJ Sanders

  “Technically only the females older than twenty solar cycles,” he amended. “It is forbidden to take anyone beneath the age of adulthood as a pleasure partner or mate. Our tribe has a few juvenile females still.”

  Sara’s mouth hung open as she stared at him.

  Ok everyone has a past, but damn.

  This means that any adult female I meet is likely someone my mate has played hide the winky with. Lovely.

  He cleared his throat and ran his hand down the length of the horn curving above his right ear.

  “And some in the neighboring tribes during the yearly solar gathering,” he muttered.

  “Great,” she bit out.

  Her mate sighed, “Sara...”

  “Vidok? Have you returned?” a loud female voice called from the direction of the den. Clearly someone who knew him well enough to feel free to walk right into his home. Sara arched her eyebrows at her mate. He groaned, rubbed his horn again and turned to call back through the door.

  “I am here, in the temple.”

  Two females came through the door followed by a young male holding a bundle tight in his arms.

  Great, probably old fuck buddies of my other half.

  “Greetings! I heard that Vidok brought a mate home. I am Tev,” the larger, and noticeably older, of the females introduced herself.

  Sara nodded and managed a small smile. No reason to be rude after all.

  “Hi, I am Sara.”

  “Is Vidok getting you settled well?”

  Sara shifted her eyes briefly over to where mate stood, watching Tev like a hawk. Interesting.

  “Yes, we have just arrived. We were just discussing pleasure pairing.”

  Tev grinned, “Ah what a time that was. A young female’s game, I am too old and tired for such nonsense now, but good memories. I remember Vidok especially fondly since I had the privilege of being his first. I had been a warrior for many solar cycles and he had just entered into his Scout cycle. He was such a lusty male. Often we found an excuse to find a pleasant hour or more in the furs.”

  “Really,” Sara said..

  Of course. She had to be that...and then some.

  On the plus side, it looked to Sara like her mate wanted the earth to open up and swallow him.

  “Tev, was there something you needed? This is highly irregular for a newly mated pair to be approached,” he groused.

  Tev waved aside his objection as if it were a nuisance.“You remember, my sister Ula?”

  To Sara’ mounting horror Tev turned her head toward her to confide, “Ula paired with Vidok five solar cycles after I did and also found him a worthy male.”

  “That is great to hear,” Sara choked out as she tried to not cringe. She was getting the feeling that this was a new social custom she was being introduced to. Unlike human sexual habits, the VaDorok were pretty open about their sexual lives. Vidok seemed pretty private, not ashamed, just reserved, but the females acted like they were happy to supply him with great references. Or so Sara discerned from the way Ula was happily nodding her head.

  Fan-freaking-tastic.

  “Ula and her mate Brodi,” Tev gestured to the male at Ula’s side, “had their son while you were away. Usually the first blessings are given within the first days after birth, but they were aware that it had to postponed until you returned.”

  Tev beamed at her younger sister.“When I heard the good news I decided to accompany them up here, especially now we have a priestess for the temple. This will be the first baby blessed by a priestess of the mother in generations.”

  Sara slow blinked at her. “Priestess? Come again?”

  Tev glared at Vidok. “You haven’t told her yet?”

  Sara’s mate sighed wearily, “Tev we just returned and I was in processing of doing just that when you arrived. We are in the temple for a reason. Our conversation had merely gotten a bit sidetracked just before your arrived.”

  Tev paused to consider that. “Ah,” she said. “Well no matter, Vidok can help you. As his mate you are now automatically the heart of the priest family upholding the tribal temple. You will get the hang of things quickly.”

  Just like that, the pieces of what Vidok was trying to explain click together. The reason he was adopted, and why he had to shoulder all the responsibilities of the temple. Now the tribe had a ready made priestess--her. Part of her wanted to hyperventilate. She knew nothing of these gods or the customs of the tribal worship.

  Fuck me. First I am hit with this pleasure partnering business, and now this!

  Sara mentally grumbled, filed that information away, and set it aside. She couldn’t begrudge a male his past any more than he would hold hers against hers. Even if he was a something of a man-whore in his day. The idea of performing as a priestess was far more frightening as she knew nothing of the religion or social customs surrounding it.

  Vidok, bless him, was aware of her distress and instantly gathered her to him, running his hand up and down her back in the way he knew best soothed her.

  “It is easy my mate. I will step just back to the rear of the temple and retrieve our ceremonial wear, and we will start. I will guide you through it.”

  Sara gave him a wobbly smile. Her terror had quickly replaced all horror of facing not one, but two, ex lovers.

  Tev nudged her cheerfully as Vidok headed to the darker corner of the temple. Despite herself, Sara couldn’t help liking her. She reminded her of her more plain speaking friends back home. The ones who preferred to run with the boys, and sneaking alcohol into sleep overs during girl’s night.

  Vidok returned wearing a deep blue robe, in one hand he held a silver robe for Sara, and a corded pendant similar to one he wore in the other. With a gentle brush of his lips on her cheek, he draped the robe over her. Sara was a bit bemused to see it pool at her feet.

  I guess I better learn to sew.

  He pressed his lips against her other cheek as he tied the cord around her neck. The weight was comforting rather than oppressive to Sara’s relief. Every action felt like its own ceremony. Sara ignored the nerves butterflying in her stomach and managed to smile up at him.

  Vidok took her hand and led her to the altar where he had her hold a bowl of the same sweet smelling herbs he threw in earlier. Once there, he turned her to face the altar and gods sitting beyond it. Vidok stood behind her, with his hands firmly on her arms, as he prayed to the gods to witness her as his mate, the mother-priestess of the temple for the northern tribe.

  Ah smack me by a clue-by-four, he was trying to start a ceremony when we entered.

  Sara watched her mate take a handful of the herbs and throw them on the fire. He then directed her to do so as well. From the belt on his robe he brought up a knife of similar dark metal as his spear. He pierced the palm of his hand and then lightening fast snatched her hand up, repeating the act before it sunk into her brain that she was about to get cut. Vidok gripped his cut hand against hers, mingling their blood, before holding their joined hands over the fire where their mingled blood dripped into the flames as an offering.

  Sara was caught completely off-guard by the the sudden regard that crashed down upon her. Numerous divinities staring straight into her soul, but none more than the great mother herself. Weighing her, judging her. The weight of it felt suffocating until suddenly a warmth of maternal love flowed through her. Acceptance. The warmth slowly departed and Sara was left staring up at her mate’s bemused expression.

  “It is powerful isn’t it,” he smiled down at her.

  “Yes,” she murmured, “it definitely is.”

  Vidok turned to wave forward the couple. Ula and Brodi, Sara reminded herself.

  They both wore broad smiles as they approached the altar. Ula turned to her mate and unwrapped the bundle he carried which she automatically shifted to Sara’s arms.

  Sara found herself gazing down into the startled gold eyes of an infant. She fell in love immediately. Unlike adult VaDorok, his little body was entirely covered with the velvety peach fuzz
, except for the thick mohawk of fur at the top of his head and a tuff of fur on his tail. She was so busy admiring him that she missed the fact that he extruded, until he pissed all over her. Sara blinked down in shock at the little monster who began to grin at her with a gummy smile as his tail flicked against her wrist.

  She chuckled at the little beast and brushed her fingers through the fur on his head as her mate affectionately nuzzled her cheek with his own. His own hand came down on the infant’s head as he led Sara in the infant blessing. It was over too quickly though and Sara’s arms felt strangely empty as the parents, pleased as punch, gathered up their baby and swaddled him in the thick fur.

  Poor little beastie, right now he is not much better off than me in this climate.

  After exchanging farewells, Vidok led the couple to the temple doors. Tev swatted Sara playfully on the arm as she followed just steps behind them.

  Well this is my life now, I guess.

  When Vidok returned, he helped her remove the robe. He took it to a basin of water and thoroughly cleaned it, exchanging amused smiles with her as he did so. Sara guessed baby piss wasn’t a new thing for him. After he determined that the robe was clean enough, he returned it with his on the other end of the temple, after instructing Sara to keep the talisman on. It was now part of her blessed connection to the gods. Sara could live with that. Upon returning to her side, Vidok stroked his hands down the sides of her face, along the slope of her neck, and down her arms before taking her hands into his own.

  “This, ulukska, is what I meant by priest family. Our family, our line that we begin, is kin to the gods and the tribe. Our duty is within our blood my love. When the moons are full Ula and Brodi will have the naming ceremony for their youngling before the entire tribe. I will teach you everything you need to know before we go,” he pressed soft kisses along her brow and jaw before pressing a warm hand against her stomach.

  “And then, one day, when our own comes into this world, all the tribe shall gather to celebrate the birth of the next generation warrior-priest or mother-priestess.”

  Sara pulled back and eyeballed him petulantly. “I am not sure how I feel about having a mate--not to mention father of my future children the way you are talking--who has the most well known cock in the territory and then some.”

  Vidok grinned down at her fierce expression. “No need to be jealous ulukska, it is just the way of the VaDorok. I am sure most females have long forgotten what my cock looks like anyway. Nor will they have the chance to reacquaint themselves with it, since only you will be gazing upon it from now on.”

  Sara snorted and narrowed her eyes, “I highly doubt it is that forgettable,” she grumbled. “So you are saying you couldn’t care less if I had dozens of lovers before we met?”

  He shrugged, “I am happy knowing that I am the only one you will be with for the rest of our lives. What happened before is inconsequential. Now, if any other male dare approach you...well his situation would not be a happy one.”

  She stared at him for a long moment. “Huh. Well, ok then.”

  Vidok laughed and nuzzled her.“Come ulukska, I think after so many days of travel, a bath is just the thing you need.”

  The word ‘bath’ lit up in Sara’s mind like a neon sign.“A bath? You have running hot water?”

  Vidok’s booming laugh echoed around the temple as he led her through the door back into their den.

  “My love, we may prefer to live simply here but we are hardly primitive. In fact we even have electricity. I lit the lamps more for my personal preference...and to set the mood to welcome my beautiful mate into her new home.”

  Sara grinned as she allowed her mate to pull her into the largest bathroom she ever saw.

  Primitive archaic aesthetic meets civilized luxury. Huzzah!

  ***

  One very hot bath later, one which even had her mate grimacing when he dipped his fingers into the tub with joining her in mind, and Sara was wrapped in a thickly woven garment of some sort of natural textile. Very comfy. Vidok said it was woven from the fur of an animal herded by the southern tribe. That he had happened to trade for some robes at the last solar festival was Sara’s gain now.

  Her admiration of the fabric didn’t keep her from snorting with laughter when Vidok took his turn in the tub, muttering about being cursed with a female who deprives her mate from sharing her bath by submersing in boil hot water.

  Men. Babies no matter what part of the universe they come from! It was hardly boiling.

  “Ok sweetie,” Sara sing-songed as she leaned against the bathroom door, “next bath I will take luke-warm so you can join me. You might find that more on the bearable side.”

  Vidok scowled and splashed water at her, which she easily avoided with a squeal of mocking laughter as she left him to his bath in peace.

  Attention momentarily diverted from her mate, Sara looked around, admiring the bathroom. It was more rough rock than anything else. To one side was a simple basin with a spout. The tub itself is more like a carved out roman style bath in VaDorok size. Enough for two VaDorok to sit comfortably, not to put too fine a point on it. Both basin and tub had dual faucets, one which released hot water and another that released cold water when the lever was pulled. Vidok tried to explain the thermal technology his species used but it is way over her head. So Sara settled for just admiring it instead. Even the electricity was some sort of hydro-thermal wonder apparently.

  Her eyes narrowed with interest as she returned her interest to her male in time to watch him wind down his bath. She looked speculatively at him as a smile began to stretch wide across her face. Leaning over the edge of the tub, she pressed her lips to his, stroking her tongue against the smooth velvet of them, catching him by surprise. His body jerked in a flagrant surge of desire. Determinedly, she teased and enticed with tiny licks and nips. As Sara predicted, it didn’t take long for him to take charge. Water sloshed as he he gripped her firmly and plunged his tongue into her mouth to curl it around her own in an erotic dance.With his tongue providing top notch distraction, she wasn’t terribly aware when the tables turned. Her mate became assertive and dominating as he stepped out of the tub, his hands tugging open her robe.

  “Aren’t you hungry sweetie?” she murmured against him, well aware it was past when they would usually take their evening meal. It was nothing more than a hasty bid to reclaim her control over the situation, all so she could continue to taunt and tease him at her leisure. Unfortunately, her single-minded mate didn’t fall for the bait.

  He pulled away to drag his tongue against the sweet spot on the crook of her neck as he backed her through another door leading to the bedroom. Sara, careening swiftly out of control, barely took note of the odd shaped bed in the center of the room.

  “Always. But I am not hungry for food.”

  Just that quickly his tipped her beneath him, crushing her into the furs, his thick lips latching onto her clit just before he swept his tongue along her nether lips. Sara bucked up against him in ecstasy as he lapped up her cream, pausing every now and then to suck on the folds of her sex. With every gasp she made, she became more aware of his spiced scent rising thicker in the air, tingling along her nerves. Stroking her desire. Sara arched her back and wound her fingers around his horns as she felt his thick tongue push through, into her channel, over and over, driving her to the edge.

  My mate eats pussy like a champ, I am a lucky, lucky girl.

  Ruthlessly Vidok pushed her over into a brutal orgasm, the muscles of her legs locked around him as she cried out. His purr cranked up as he licked each drenched fold, her body jerking in spasms repeatedly, before he finally showed some mercy and lifted his head up from between her legs.

  Sara could tell by the gleam in his silver eyes that he was far from done with her yet. Goosebumps broke out over her skin as he dragged his tongue up over her hip in broad sweeps as he slowly moved up her body. Each stroke tightening her nerves like the string of a harp as she quivered while he lingered over her
navel and breasts, slowly lapping his textured tongue over every bit of exposed flesh.

  As he moved up she could feel the heat of his cock slide up her thigh. Unlike the rest of his body, it was silky in texture and very warm to the touch. Sara snaked her hand between them and curled her fingers on it. Her fingers couldn’t even close around its girth as she stroked the length. Vidok growled low at her.

  Two can play at this game.

  Sara grinned devilishly up at her mate as she nudged him. “On your back ulukski.”

  Vidok paused, utterly still, at his native word dropping from her lips. Ever so slowly he rolled onto his back, and peered at her curiously.

  Sara didn’t even try to hold back the broad grin stretching her lips as she climbed up on his broad frame. He snarled and his hips lifted as she drew her fingers against the dark folds concealing his sex. This was her first good look at it. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but an onyx black cock sprouting from her pearly white mate was something else.

  As were the tiny tubular bristles puffed up like a hood around the head of his cock. Oh yes, she knew how sweet those felt gliding up inside of her. The further length of his cock was studded with dark nodules that always rubbed so deliciously. Vidok watched her, panting, as she stroked the length. Iridescent pre-cum began to bead and dribble down the length of his phallus.

  Keeping her eyes on him so as to not miss anything, Sara lapped her tongue across the slit of his head, relishing the drops of his essence. Her tongue was greeted with an explosion of flavor. He didn’t taste like pumpkin pie, but it was sweet and spiced like those spiced gum drops she loved. Sara greedily licked up every bit before sucking the head into her mouth.

  A hiss of air exploded from his lungs and she was amused to see his claws extract and retract repeatedly as he kneaded the pelt on the bed.

  Heh.heh.

  Sucking hard, she drew him as deep into her throat as she could without gagging, his bristles stroking the inside of her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head from the pleasure of it. Thrilled with her feminine power, Sara sucked and tongued his cock within her mouth repeatedly, drawing back to explore the flexible bristles with the tip and flat of her tongue. She reveled in it up until the point Vidok decided he had enough.