by Ruby Dixon
Then, I lean in to kiss her, pulling her body close to mine.
She sighs and leans into my kiss, her tongue flicking against mine. I deepen the kiss, make it more explicit, more obvious as to what I want from her. I fuck her sweet mouth with my tongue, and she responds with soft cries and wriggles of delight under me. My cock aches to claim her, but I must go slowly. Kira has never mated before, and she is skittish.
I nip at her mouth, enjoying her responses – noises of pleasure. My mouth grazes to her jawline and then I lick at her neck, which sends trembling through her entire body. She likes that. I lick the soft skin there and gently bite down on it, and her fingers dig into my shoulders. “Do you enjoy my mouth on your neck?” I murmur. “Or shall I move it elsewhere?”
“I like your mouth everywhere,” she says in the softest, breathiest voice. It makes my cock twitch. I’ll give her my mouth everywhere, then.
I lick and suck at her soft human skin, tracing along her collarbones. With each press of my mouth to her flesh, she gives a low moan, and her hands move over my shoulders and arms, fluttering. It’s as if she doesn’t know where to place them, but wants to touch me. She can touch me as much as she wants; I will gladly take it. But for now, I’m concentrating on her. She’s had so much worry on her mind lately I want to make her come undone.
Also? I want to make sure she has no doubts about being mine.
I move down over her smooth breastbone and then graze my lips over one breast. The tip is pebbled with arousal, and I lick it enticingly, then wait for her reaction.
“Oh,” she breathes, her voice trembling. When I lift my head, she blushes and looks shy.
“Show me what you want, Kira.”
Her cheeks are bright pink as she grabs my horns and pulls me back down to her breast again in a silent command. It didn’t take much convincing, and I’m pleased that my mate is enjoying my attentions. She’s so small and delicate, and I worry one as big and brutish as I am is going to be frightening to her. But the way she directs me makes me think I have been overthinking things. That she’s as hungry for my touch as I am for hers.
I capture her nipple in my mouth and flick at it with my tongue. She gasps when the ridges on my tongue drag against the tip, so I make sure to do that over and over again. “My Kira,” I murmur, cupping her breast so I can better feed it to my mouth. “My sweet mate. You taste as good as I’ve imagined.”
She makes a soft little groan, and her hands skim down my arms again, her hips undulating on the bed under me. The scent of her arousal perfumes the air around us, and I rock my hips against the furs, my cock desperate to sheathe into her warmth. Patience is difficult when your mate is under you for the first time. I want nothing more than to fling myself on top of her and bury deep inside her. I want to watch her lips part with awe as I stroke into her.
Instead, I trail my mouth lower on her belly, my impatience getting the better of me. I drag my teeth against her skin, enjoying it when she shivers in response. My tongue circles her navel, and then I dip lower, to the curls between her legs that shield her folds from me. My mouth waters with anticipation.
They say no taste is sweeter than that of a resonance mate on a male’s tongue, but we are not resonating. We never will. I do not think she will taste any less sweet, though.
Her thighs press together and her hands slide over my horns. “Aehako,” she murmurs. “I don’t know…”
“Have you ever had a male lick your honey before?”
Her face flares a bright crimson. “Just you. Before.”
Ah, yes. It’s a good memory, and one that fuels my lusty fantasies. Of my hand dipping between Kira’s legs and teasing her until she comes, then licking her sweetness off my fingers even as it frosts. “Then I shall be your first and last,” I tell her, and find a bizarre amount of pleasure in this bold statement. She will never be anyone else’s but mine. Ever.
I nip at her thigh, entreating her to open for me. She makes a nervous sound and her legs tremble. “Open for me, my mate. I want to lick all of you.” To prove it, I drag my tongue down her hip bone, all the way to the curly little tuft of hair. “Part your legs for me.”
I feel Kira tremble again, but she does. Her legs open and I take my hand and push them even further apart, until she’s spread for me. I hook one knee over my shoulder so she can’t close her thighs again. Then I get to admire my mate’s spread cunt. The folds gleam with wetness, making me salivate once more. Her folds are pretty and a deeply flushed pink, like her cheeks. I drag one finger through her wetness and my cock aches when she squirms and makes soft noises of pleasure.
“I’m going to taste you.”
She presses a hand to her forehead and her eyes close. “Oh, God.”
Interesting. She’s not pulling away, though, so I lean in and explore her with my mouth. The first burst of her taste on my tongue is like nothing else – she’s like salt and musk and Kira…and utterly delicious. I growl low in my throat, feral with need. “Sweet.”
Kira’s breath shudders in her throat.
I grip her legs and want more. Pulling them further apart, I lift her off the bed so all of her is open to me, and lick her from her third nipple to the entrance to her cunt. A low moan escapes her, and I lick her fully again. This time I start at the pucker of her bottom and circle it, then drag my tongue all the way up through her folds, to her third nipple.
“Oh my God,” she moans again. “You did not just do that.”
“I can do it again,” I tell her. I will gladly do so. Her taste is sweeter than anything I have ever had. I repeat the action, making sure to swirl my tongue around the entrance of her bottom and then slowly move upward through her folds, coated with delicious honey, and swirl again around the hood of her little nipple.
When I do that, she cries out and her hips jerk.
Aha. I repeat the motion, my tail lashing with my own excitement. I love making her respond to my touch, love that shy, contained Kira moans and cries when I lick her cunt. I could lick her for hours and never get my fill. I tease and nibble at the nipple between her legs, and she presses her hand to her forehead again and cries out.
“More?” I tease, and suck on the tiny bit of flesh.
A cry escapes her throat and I feel her body shudder underneath me, her trembling increasing. Her hips rock against my mouth, and so I continue to suck at the tender spot until she is moaning and boneless with pleasure. “Oh mercy,” she pants. “That was…something else.”
I lick my lips, tasting her on me. “Your cunt tastes sweeter than I ever imagined.”
The blush on her face becomes fierce, and she pants, still pressing that hand to her forehead.
“Is your head hurting you?”
“What? Oh, no,” she says quickly, and her hand flops down on the bed. A small giggle escapes her. “I guess I was just…trying to hold my brains in before they all fell out.” And she chuckles.
Strange words, but I chuckle too. I like making her smile. I press another kiss on the small thatch of hair and then lick her again. Kira shudders, her skin prickling with small bumps at the caress. I press a finger to the entrance of her cunt to see if she is wet enough to take me, and it comes away soaked.
My mate is more than ready. The fierce need to claim her burns through me, and I move over her, my bigger body pressing her into the strange bed. Her arms wrap around me and she welcomes my kiss, and another little gasp of excited pleasure escapes her when I grab a fistful of her hair and arch her neck back so I can lick it again. I bite gently at the cords of her throat and slide my hips between her spread legs, my cock resting against the cradle of her hips.
And I grind it against her so she can feel it.
Kira’s small gasp as I rock against her is incredibly pleasing. Her thighs spread a little wider, and I pull one around my hips. Instead of plunging into her, though, I kiss her again, my tongue dancing along her mouth, sipping at the small moans that erupt in a steady stream. The look in her eyes is dazed with need.
I rock my cock through her folds again, dragging up and down, wetting my length with her honey. She moans louder, and her fingers dig into my skin.
She’s ready.
I grip my cock and hold it at the entrance to her cunt. The thick crown presses against her heat, and her nails dig harder into my skin.
“You feel…really big,” she says, a note of concern in her voice.
“That is because I am,” I tease, and then kiss her worries away. “But you can take me. This I promise. Are you ready to be claimed by your mate?”
She looks up at me with such big, soft eyes. Her hand moves to my cheek and she strokes it, and my heart aches with love for her. “I’m yours,” she tells me. “All yours.”
“Mine,” I agree, and sink deep. I know I will cause her pain – she’s never mated before and she’s small and tight, but it’s best to get it done quickly, like the resetting of bone.
Her sharp cry of pain wounds me, though, and I hold her gently. “Shhh.”
“Ow,” she tells me, and her fist thumps against my arm. “That hurt!”
“It is a pain that will be soon gone, I promise.” To make up for it, I kiss her sweet mouth over and over, until her frown gentles and she starts to respond to my caresses again. My cock feels like a throbbing brand, so tightly sheathed in her wet warmth, but I dare not move until she is ready for me again.
When she gives a small sigh at my latest kiss, I drag my cock slowly out of her, and then stroke in again. She stiffens, but doesn’t mention the pain. Her gaze is on me, her eyes trusting, and my heart breaks with the beauty of her. She is beyond lovely, my mate. Lovely, and soft, and sweet, and giving. “You have my heart, Kira,” I tell her again, and nuzzle her throat.
I stroke in again, careful to gauge her reaction, and when she remains relaxed against me, I shift my weight to one side and caress her breast, teasing the peak until the tip is hard and aching, and she is moaning and wiggling against me.
“Everything feels so different with you inside me,” she says, and she sounds breathless and full of wonder.
“Still hurt?”
“I don’t think so.” She bites her lip and looks up at me. “Do something and I’ll let you know.”
Do something? I will do everything to her. I knot my hand in her hair again, anchoring her against me, and stroke deep.
She gasps. “That felt…” Her startled eyes flick to mine.
“Good?” I can practically feel my chest puffing out with pride.
“Do it again?” Her voice is small and timid, but she arches her back, pressing her body against me.
I do, and she gasps again. Her cunt seems to tighten around me, and when she quivers, I feel it through every span of her body.
“I think I’m going to…again.” She bites down on her lip, her body tensing under mine.
“Good,” I tell her, and stroke deep again. Her next gasp is followed by an intense dig of her nails into my arms, and a definite clench of her cunt around my cock.
“Oh God!”
Yes, she’s definitely going to come again. Pleased at how responsive my mate is, I claim her mouth in a brutal kiss and begin to push into her in a steady rhythm, over and over again, slicking deep into her soft body.
“Ridges,” she gasps against my mouth. “I feel ridges! And oh God, is that your spur?”
It might be. I surge deep again and she jerks against me, her hand sliding between us to go to her cunt. “It’s too much,” she says, shielding her folds from me. “I can’t handle it all—“
“Then let it take you away,” I tell her, grabbing her hand and pushing it back into the furs. I capture her mouth with mine, and pump into her again, and she moans, her hand gripping mine tightly. When she comes again, she cries out sharply, so loud that it rings in the chamber.
Not nearly as loud as my own shout as I come, but almost. We are going to be a noisy pair, I think with pleasure as I collapse onto the furs next to my gasping, panting mate. They will have to move us into one of the back caves so our late night antics do not wake all the kits.
I pull Kira against me and kiss her sweaty brow, well pleased with my mate.
KIRA
My brain is mush. Good mush, but still mush. I slowly drag myself awake. Aehako has his leg over mine and his hand over my breast. I turn over in bed and his tail flicks, then swats me.
“Go back to sleep,” he mumbles.
“I need to stretch a bit.” I ignore his request and slide out of bed, taking a few ginger steps toward the bathroom. I feel a bit sore between my legs. Okay, a lot sore. But it’s a good sort of sensation, and I don’t mind it in the slightest. It just reminds me that I belong to Aehako, and I enter the bathroom with a dopey grin on my face.
The first thing I do is check my ear out in the reflective glass of the shower. It feels weird to not have the translator in anymore, and I’ve got a few new ear-piercings in weird spots as a memory of the device. Overall, though, my ear seems to look okay? There’s a vague ache deep inside, but I imagine I’m still healing up. And Aehako said he got rid of the device, but….”Computer?” I whisper. “Has the translator that was removed from my ear yesterday been destroyed?”
It beeps for a moment, and then a tinny voice pipes into a speaker over the sink. “The device was destroyed upon request. It was disassembled and then crushed in the trash compactors. Do you wish retrieval?”
“No, that’s okay,” I tell it, relieved. “I’m good.” One problem down, at least.
I clean up with water from the sink, do my business, and then dress in my leathers. Maybe it’s because I did a lot of sleeping yesterday post translator removal, but I’m pretty awake. I enter back into the bedroom, but Aehako is still sacked out. I contemplate getting back into bed with him, but I worry about Harlow. It’s no secret that she and Haeden aren’t exactly rubbing along, and this is an alien spaceship…and I’ve probably been unconscious for about a day. I should check on her.
I exit the room and head down a hall, until I realize I have no idea which way is back to the front. “Computer, can you lead me to Harlow?”
“Please follow,” it indicates, and the lights edging the floor go in the opposite direction I’m heading. Oh. I turn around and follow its twisting path through debris-strewn halls. Several corridors later, I hear the sound of what seems like a power drill, and when I enter, I see Harlow with a pair of oversized protective goggles on, drilling something together and peering at a computer screen.
“Hi?” I call out.
She looks up at me and the goggles slide down her face. “Oh! Hey!” She pushes at the goggles. “These stupid things do not fit human heads very well.”
I stifle my laughter and approach, gazing at the bits and pieces she has strewn on a metal table. “What is all this?”
“Well,” she says, setting the drill down and putting her hands on her hips. “This is a bunch of junk at the moment. But I’m having the computer read me a manual about how to create a rock cutter.”
“A rock cutter?”
“Yeah, so, did you ever notice that the bachelorette cave has one wall that’s rougher than all the others?” Harlow peers at me and pushes back her wild red hair. Her freckles crinkle around her eyes as she swipes a hand over her forehead and leaves a greasy mark there.
“Um, you know, I don’t think I ever did.” Now I feel a little silly. “It’s unfinished?”
“Yeah, and I always wondered about that. But you know most of the cave is super smooth. So I figured that when they left here, they probably cannibalized a lot of the computer parts to make rock cutters, and the computer told me I was right. I guess they just ran out of juice when they got to our cave.” She shrugs. “So I thought I’d see if we could put together some new cutters in order to hollow out a few more home caverns for people, since we’re so crowded.”
That’s so thoughtful of her. And here I was just having sex and thinking about myself. “You’re wonderful, Harlow. You know that?”
A surprised sm
ile crosses the redhead’s face. “Thanks,” she says shyly. “I was just trying to think of ways I could help out, you know? My dad was a mechanic and so I know my way around a few things, but I have to admit that all of this is baffling to me.” She spreads her hands out and gestures at the metal junk on the table. “Luckily there’s lots of pictures on the computer, so I’m mostly going off of that.”
“Smart,” I say, examining the table. All of the pieces look like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Even the drill Harlow is using isn’t exactly normal looking.
“How’s your ear?” she asks, picking up a piece of metal and holding it up to get a better look at it.
“Better. Translator’s all gone.” I hesitate, then ask, “You get what you came for?”
Harlow gives me a guarded look. “More or less.”
I can take a hint. She’s clearly still not talking about whatever it is she tagged along to find out. I understand that sort of thing, what with my infertility and all. Some things just aren’t open for sharing with strangers, and I don’t know Harlow as well as I know some of the others. There’s always just been so many people around that we’ve never really gotten to bond.
I feel guilty about that.
“You need help?” I volunteer. “I’m not sure how much help I’ll be, but maybe another pair of hands can’t hurt?”
“You sure?” she asks. “This isn’t a fun job and I don’t even know if it’s going to work at the end of the day.”
I shrug. “Aehako’s still asleep and will be for a while, I imagine.”
“Mmmhmm. Yeah, I heard you guys down the hall. So you and him are a thing?”
My face feels white hot with embarrassment. It never occurred to me that someone might be able to hear us. “He decided I’m his mate,” I say, moving closer to the table. “And I decided he was right.”
“If you’re happy, I’m happy,” Harlow says, and runs her hand over a bunch of small pieces of copper-colored metal.