“Wow. Um…yeah. Okay. I mean… Yes, I will yield and declare…” Her voice wavered. “No, I will kneel and then yield and…and…” Her face crumpled. “Oh, Master! I can’t believe it! You…you want me…to…beyourMate!”
She barely got the last words out before laying her head against my chest and drenching the front of my garment in tears. When her arms tightened around my neck and she lifted her face to mine for a kiss, I figured out they were happy ones.
Chapter Nineteen
Dylos
I laid my palm on the sensor, but the door didn’t slide open, even when I put my shoulder against it and tried shoving.
“Trreeena? Are you in there? Something’s wrong with the scanner. I’ll get Shen to disengage it.”
The door opened a crack. “Don’t you dare! You’re not supposed to see the bride on her wedding day until the ceremony. It’s bad luck.”
I stared into a pair of dark eyes in a pale-skinned Terran face. “Jess?”
“Who else would it be? I’m the maid of honor. It’s my job to help the bride get ready.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
“Well, someone’s got to do it. There’s her hair and her makeup—and trying to come up with an Arythian substitute for nail polish isn’t easy.”
She opened the door enough to stick her whole head out and lowered her voice. “When you leave, could you take the old man with you? Frankly, he’s more of a distraction than a help.”
“Moju? I chose him specifically because of his medical training. It’s traditional for the female to have an elder spend time with her before the ceremony. Explaining our rituals and the…” I stopped, uncertain how to phrase the rest delicately to a female alien. “The mating process,” I finished. “On our world, it’s usually an aunt or another relative. But since we don’t have any females of our race left…”
She laughed and opened the door wide enough to give me a glimpse of her soft-green gown with its prominent bulge. “I think Trina and I are both quite familiar with the ‘mating process.’ These Arythian babies grow so fast! I’m as big as a house already.”
“Dylos?” my mate called out from the other side of the door. “I’m sorry you can’t come in. Jess insists that we observe at least one Terran custom.”
Just the sound of my tassi’s voice made my cockheads writhe in anticipation. We’d been unable to steal a moment together ever since the other ships began arriving. Though I’d given up command of the ship, I was the highest ranking Arythian citizen still alive, the unofficial leader of our race. I’d been locked away with the officers, planning our attack. And when I had a free moment, Trreena was either fast asleep or nowhere to be found. She and the other Terran had been planning a huge celebration to take place after the ceremony.
Though she and Jess hadn’t known each other back home, they’d become fast friends since she arrived. I missed spending time with my Trreena, but she seemed so happy to have another female from her world with her that I was glad I’d made the decision to wait to formalize our union until Mantsk arrived with the solport.
Providing my tassi with companionship was a benefit of postponing the event. I’d had a more compelling reason. Having every surviving member of our world in attendance gave this Mating Ceremony a special significance. After the grief and despair we’d all suffered, my troops needed a reason to celebrate. I believed seeing the future of our race carried by two Terran females would be a symbol of hope for them. A reason to fight—and to live. Long ago, a wise man told me, “When going into battle, it is not hate for the enemy that makes a warrior great. It is love for those he fights to protect.”
The door slid open, ejecting Moju into the corridor.
“Thank the gods I’ve escaped,” he breathed, wiping sweat off his brow.
I grinned at him. “Surely, you haven’t been bested by two tiny females!”
“I’d rather be sent to the seventh moon of Sinela than go back in there. I’m sorry, Admiral. I tried to do as you asked. Truly I did. But every time I brought up the mating process, they began giggling and discussing the merits of having a sex partner with multiple cockheads in such graphic terms—well, even as a medical professional, I was embarrassed. These Terran females are quite—” He bit off whatever he was going to say—a wise decision considering he was speaking to the male who was about to take one of them as a Mate.
“No need to apologize, Moju. I’m heading to the command center. Walk with me. I’d like to speak to you privately. Get your input on another matter.”
He looked relieved to be freed of the task I’d set him. “Certainly, sir.”
“You and I both know the battle ahead is beyond anything we’ve ever faced. Our race has been decimated. I believe we can defeat the enemy—and save other worlds from destruction. But engaging in this war will take the lives of many more Arythians—brave warriors we can scarcely afford to lose.”
Moju nodded gravely. “Life is precious. That is why long ago our race chose a path of peace.”
“Mantsk and I have chosen our partners, but as you know there are other Terran females being kept in stasis on the solport,” I went on. “I’d like to offer my starship commanders the opportunity to choose a mate—before we go into battle. But they’d have to wait to claim their choice until after it’s over. I’m hoping seeing my Mating Ceremony and knowing they have one of their own to look forward to when they come back will give them the will to win. No matter how great the odds.”
“A wise choice. Fighting for someone gives a warrior more power than fighting against.”
I clapped him on the shoulder. “Ah, Moju. I remember the day you first said that to me. Your talents are wasted counseling lusty females on how to fuck. Why don’t you accompany me to the war room? I have far greater need of your skills there. Your body may have seen its last battle, but your mind is at its peak.”
“I am honored to serve in any way I can, Admiral.” Moju straightened his spine. The years seemed to lift from him, and his stride lengthened.
I breathed a sigh of relief. I may have relinquished my command, but I’d never quit caring about the men who’d served under me. Moju had been a great warrior in his prime, but he was too old for combat. I’d given him the task of acting as elder to my future mate so he’d feel he still had something to contribute. But the mark of a good leader was admitting he’d made a mistake and then taking action to correct it. Besides, Jess was right. My mate didn’t need a lecture on “the mating process.”
Moju strode along like a warrior in his prime and I had to pick up my pace to stay by his side. I didn’t mind hurrying. The sooner we finished the strategy session, the sooner the ceremony could take place. And the sooner I could show Trreena she still had a thing or two to learn about what my multiple cockheads could do.
Chapter Twenty
Dylos
Trreena knelt before me, so beautiful it took my breath away. Jess had outdone herself, plaiting my mate’s hair with a rainbow of ribbons, painting each tiny fingernail a different color. But the rosy blush on her cheeks was natural. I could hardly wait to get her alone in our quarters and bring a matching blush to her curvy bottom cheeks.
She repeated the ancient vows, and Rahal launched into a speech that went on far too long, considering what awaited me at its finale. Finally, he finished. I reached down, took her hands, and pledged my love and devotion to my true and only Mate. Forevermore. When I finished my vows, I pulled her into my arms for a kiss that held all my love. Then, to rousing applause from a Great Hall filled with warriors, I swept her off her feet, gave her another kiss that foretold a night of wild passion, and carried her away.
“Where are you going?” she asked as I headed for the solport’s transport bay.
“I’m taking you to our quarters.”
“Right now? But what about the reception? Everyone is gathering to celebrate. The cooks have prepared a feast.”
“When I put you down, it will be to rip this gown off you, lay you
on your back, and kiss every inch of your body, then fuck you until you scream. Do you really want me to do that in the center of the banquet table?”
She giggled and nestled her head in the crook of my neck. “No…Master.”
The single word ramped up my desire to fever pitch. I stepped into the transporter and entered my code. “Before Jess threw him out, did Moju describe the Arythian ritual that takes place after the Mating Ceremony?”
“He started talking about a male’s cockheads, but he was being so stuffy Jess started teasing him. I couldn’t resist chiming in. That’s when you showed up.”
In the blink of an eye, we were whisked to the transit bay of my ship. My footsteps rang out in the empty corridors. “So, you didn’t let him finish?”
She took one arm from around my neck to stroke the growing bulge in her belly and giggled. “Nope! But like Jess said, we’ve pretty much figured out how your mating process works.”
I stopped in front of the door to our quarters and shifted her in my arms to lay my palm on the scanner. The door slid open. “Trreena, I gave Moju a task. You interfered with his ability to complete it. That is no way to begin your life as a proper Arythian mate. You deserve a punishment.”
She looked up at me to see if I was serious. “On our wedding…I mean…our Mating Day?”
I put her down in front of the bed. “Had you listened to Moju, you’d have found out Arythian tradition decrees that after the Ceremony the male asserts his mastery over his mate with a spanking. I planned to wait until later, but your behavior warrants one right away. Take off your gown.”
“Yes…Master.” My temptress took her time about it, drawing the hem up inch by inch, a seductive smile on her face. Prolonging the moment when I’d see her sweet pussy and ass bared for me.
My cockheads swelled in anticipation. “That behavior will earn you extra smacks.”
“Oh, I hope so,” she murmured, her voice sultry and low.
She pulled the gown over her head and let it fall. I ripped off the dress uniform I’d worn for the ceremony and tossed it aside, running my gaze over her magnificent body. Shapely legs, full hips. Though her belly had begun to swell, her waist was still so tiny I could circle it with my hands. I loved her new curves, the lush fullness of her breasts. Pregnancy had darkened her nipples to a deep ruby shade. I reached out and took one between my finger and thumb, squeezing gently. It hardened into a tiny peak. When I bent my head to draw it into my mouth, she moaned.
I longed to bury myself in her sweet heat right then, but I knew a few firm spanks would make her juices flow and enhance the enjoyment for both of us. I took my mouth away and tilted her chin up to meet her eyes. “You were very naughty, tassi, speaking to Moju the way you did. You’ve earned a good spanking. Turn around and bend over.”
“Yes, Master,” she breathed.
She draped herself over the bed, head nestled on her folded arms. I stroked the plump mounds of her ass, and she arched her back, tilting her hips up. I delivered a firm whack. Trreena drew in her breath but didn’t move. I spanked her again.
“Tell me why you’re being punished.”
“I teased Moju.”
My hand came down, covering the twin mounds of her ass in a single whack. She let out a tiny cry and rose up on her toes.
“That’s not all,” I replied. “You and Jess talked about mating. Discussed my manhood. In front of another male.”
I smacked her again. I’d begun this punishment as a way to ramp up my desire—and hers. But thinking about my mate discussing intimate subjects with another male sparked a burst of jealousy in me. “You were supposed to listen,” I growled. “Not tell him how much you like multiple cockheads and how they feel inside you.”
The more I went on, the more I decided she really did deserve to be punished. “You are my mate now. You belong to me. Forevermore. Not to anyone else.” I started spanking her in earnest, punctuating my words with firm smacks. “Say it.”
“I belong to you,” she cried out.
“Not to anyone else.” The twin globes of her ass were glowing, a bright red that inflamed my lust.
“Not to…aaah…anyone else!”
“My cockheads are the only ones that will ever claim you!”
“Ooow! Yes, Master.”
“Spread your legs,” I demanded. “Wider.”
I stepped between her thighs, ran my hands up the insides of her legs, and dipped a finger into her pussy. She moaned and ground her hips back against me.
“You’re dripping wet. You want my cockheads inside you? Are you ready to become a true Arythian mate?”
“Yes, please, Master.” Her voice was rough with need.
“Once I take you, you are mine. Forevermore.”
“I’m yours, Master,” she cried. “I’ve been yours and yours alone since the first time you touched me.”
“Then take me now. Take all of me.”
For the first time, I gave up control. Savage lust tore through me. I dug my fingers into her hips and held her while my cockheads took on a life of their own. Ravishing her.
One lengthened to stroke the tiny bud between her thighs. Three others slid into the wet heat of her pussy. Probing. Thrusting. Delving deep. Her muscles clenched in rhythmic waves. She screamed as she came, a wild cry that sent me soaring. Spurred me to the final claiming.
Her body shuddered when my last cockhead began working its way past the pucker of her ass. Twisting in, slowly and relentlessly, then swelling to fill her tight channel.
“Yes. Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Master. Fuck my pussy, fuck my ass!”
She came a second time when the first head began spurting. I threw back my head and roared, holding her tight as I exploded. She kept on coming, pussy and ass clenching around me, milking every drop while my cockheads pulsed. Filling her with my cum. Marking her as mine.
My mate.
Forevermore.
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Mantsk
“Captain, the females are aboard.”
I lifted my head from the holographic image, neck creaking in protest as I did. I’d been studying the star maps for hours, as I did every day, hunting for a possible alternative to our home planet if our mission should…no, I wouldn’t say fail. Wouldn’t even allow myself to think it. We would return to our world. I’d staked my life on it and the lives of my crew. But it might take time, and with the cargo we’d just acquired, we might need somewhere to settle at least temporarily.
“A pleasant diversion for your troops, as a gesture of our good will.” That’s what the Earth leader had called them. Certainly, they would satisfy our carnal desires, but we needed them for more. For breeding.
Offspring did not develop properly in space. That’s what our scientists said. They would need a planet with real gravity to reach full stature and for optimum brain development. That meant we had only months to make plans, if all went well and our people did indeed have breeding capability with the Terran women. Pray to all the gods we did or our species would end with us.
Standing, I turned over command to the first mate and started for the portal compartment where the volunteers had arrived. They must be quite docile females to accept this mission, leave everything behind, and venture into space for the rest of their lives. Our own preferred to stay on the ground, and their males, who held dominance, quashed the independent ideas of the few who wanted to take ship for the stars.
I bit back a curse as the images I tried so hard to keep at bay flooded my mind. My fury at the invasion of our world was still fresh. Not yet morphed into grief.
Our females were dead. And the children as well. The elderly and those who had gone about their lives on the planet’s surface. All our civilian leadership. Mos
t of the royal house. The invaders had settled into the buildings they had not destroyed.
I stepped into the lift and palmed the panel, leaning against the cold metal wall as I descended.
Earth would not have us as guests or visitors, which would have made it much easier, at least on a temporary basis, but their leaders vetoed our request. Yet they had sent this group of females to us rather like tribute. Slaves on whom to slake our lust. Perhaps they had too many females? Although our males were in charge of our homes, I could not image our rulers sending any of our females away like this. Perhaps they had sent us those they found troublesome?
I shrugged aside the unease those thoughts brought forth. If Earth males did have trouble controlling their females, then that would seem to line up with their concerns about us even setting foot on their planet. Their insecurities were not ours. Their failings their own. And no male of Arythios would have such faults.
As I stepped out of the lift and into the passageway, anticipation blossomed in my chest. As captain, I would make the first selection from among the females. The one I chose would take my seed, cool my lusts, bear my young. Perhaps the young of others as well. Our species was at risk of ending with this generation.
The door slid open at my approach to reveal the females, still asleep as the Earth liaison had told us they would be. They wore tight-fitting clothing, unsuitable for those who would soon swell with young, but no matter.
Strolling between them, taking in each, trying to choose, I paused by a dark-skinned, slender woman with soft features, then again by a pale-haired one with muscular arms and legs. How to decide between them? Did Earth females have different characteristics based on their hair or skin color? Was one more amenable to direction than another? More pleasurable in bed? Better at bearing more babes to replenish our race?
Stopping at the side of a flame-haired female with ample curves, I decided on a test, my cock hardening at my thoughts. “Can I awaken her?” I asked the crewman who moved from one to the next, tending them.
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