However, even with the gratifying act propelling them both toward ecstasy she was not fooled into believing that she was gaining Rymingten’s heart or his true link with her. There was a part of him, maybe still filled with rage of the situation that he kept from her, she could feel it.
There was something else that she felt as well, the elevation of her magic. Sparks of electricity were going off in her core and she struggled to keep control of it. She wasn’t sure what would happen at such a time if she lost control.
“Your hair.” Still working his cock inside of her, he gazed down at her. With one hand he lifted a handful of the long length of her hair. Through the deep onyx color were red threads.
Staring at the lock he held she could not believe what she was seeing. It looked amazing and electric for a moment and both she and Rymingten were transfixed at the sight.
“I’ve never seen such an occurrence before. I don’t know what has caused it.” However she felt a pressure in her core now that seemed to be sending a prickling sensation up her spine and into her scalp.
“You’re not about to zap me or anything are you? Argona females don’t kill their mates after breeding do they?” There was humor lighting his eyes, not true fear.
“You met my father today so that can’t be the case.” She locked her ankles at the small of his back and tightened her legs around him. “However, maybe that isn’t my mother’s true mate. If so, you are already in trouble.”
“Then let me die in pleasure.” Leaning down he kissed her again and renewed his thrusting with vigor.
They continued giving and taking from each other until release found her again.
Rymingten’s body shook along hers and he let out a groan that seemed as if it was ripped from his soul. His face was buried in the curve of her neck and she felt puffs of air from his ragged breathing and the pounding of his heart over hers. She expected to feel the heat of his seed bathing her womb, but it wasn’t there. Evidently Kitcy males were different. Maybe they should have had a conversation about mating practices before climbing all over each other.
“Are you all right?” She cupped his face and stared up into eyes so luminous they took her breath away.
“For the most part.” A shadow crept into his gaze then disappeared in a blink. “Forgive me, but I am not through with you. My cycle of need is not complete. I must have you again.”
She tightened her walls around his cock and felt the hard, thick length still extended inside her. She wasn’t sure if it was just the Kitcy way or if her effect on him was bringing about the result, but she was going to enjoy no matter the cause. “No apologies, we are in this together.”
Running her hands over his short hair, she looked up into his distressed features and knew she meant her words. There was a connection growing between them, as there should be. Her magic was weaving an eternal rope between them. One that could never be severed except by death. However, she kept that to herself. She and Rymingten had too much uncertainty between them for her to reveal the truth of his hold on her. That connection was the Argona way. A mate bond was the full arrival of her powers. Perhaps that was also the explanation for her hair.
“Then hold on.” He rose to his haunches, bringing her up with him and settled her lower on his member.
Fully impaled, she sighed.
His mighty arms encircled her hips as he began to thrust hard into her. Gripping his shoulders, she allowed herself to become lost in their pleasure.
Chapter Four
“You will have to teach me from here.”
Rymingten stared down into the beautiful face of his mate. A mate he was forced into joining with, who had placed a band of ownership around his neck, but who was his just the same. Kitcy people mated for life. That was the reason he had hoped to return to his home planet before their joining, because now that they had consummated their union he would never be able to live without her. Where they would live would be the question. His Kitcy was what he would aim for with all his might.
He groaned and shook with pleasure as Krysteena’s long nimble fingers caressed and stroked his cock. He brushed back the long, wild, wavy strands over her shoulders so that he could not only get a clear view of her face as she knelt between his spread knees, but have the bounty of her full breasts in an unobstructed display. The warm water of the bath that bubbled up from an opening in the floor swirled around her waist and his calves in the shallow area.
“I cannot believe with all of the ease of sexuality on your planet that this is an act you have never partaken of.” He stroked the corner of her mouth. Her thick lips were just inches from his eager cock. They had fucked four times already—once on the floor, twice with her in his arms and another in the bath stall, where they still were—and his fever of desire had yet to recede. It was both pleasure and pain for him. His completions were dry—seedless. It was because of the damn collar. It restrained his true nature in more ways than the Argona people could imagine. If it were not for the collar they would still be connected. His cock would have swelled inside of her, increasing his circumference greatly, extending the barbs that extend from the tip, and attaching itself to her womb. It ensured the ultimate pleasure for the female and the highest chances of fertility.
“It is true. Until we find—”
“Capture—”
“Have our mate, our pleasure is almost scientific. Seasonally our need is upon us. We go to the pleasure hut to relieve the need. The males lie upon a pallet and we straddle them until it is over.”
“Barbaric.” His brows pinched together as he pictured the image she described. Even with their Palace of Enjoyment on Kitcy, it was a pleasurable experience for the females who provided the service as well as for the males. “Are the males there even allowed to complete?”
“Of course. They are just not in control.” Her statement came out without emotion as if they were discussing a recipe for a meal. Her fingers tightened on his length. “Do you wish to continue discussing the pleasure hut practices or get back to our own pleasure?”
“Us, absolutely. Cup my sack, gently.” He instructed as he slid down further on the seat along the wall and widened his thighs to give her ample room.
She smoothly followed his instructions. The warmth in her hands drew him in, made him feel even more connected to her on a level he couldn’t decipher and that didn’t make sense since he had not truly bonded with her.
As she continued to caress his balls, learning the shape and texture, she leaned in and inhaled deeply. Her eyes were closed as he watched her take in his scent. Were Argona females like his people who registered the notes of their mate’s scent and imprinted it on their soul? It had been what he did when he buried his face between her lush thighs. Now, the only thing his cat wanted was the freedom to mark Krysteena his, so that anyone even thinking about coming near her would know she belonged to him. He wasn’t going to analyze the possessive thoughts.
“Now lick me…taste me and take me into your mouth.”
Lowering her mouth, she slowly swirled her nimble tongue over and around his sack. “Like this?” Her eyes were twinkling with humor.
“That’s a start, but there are so many other places available for you.”
“Let me see if I can discover them.” Her hand stroked up his length and squeezed the crown.
He growled.
The tip of her tongue brushed along the base of his shaft and caused him to sigh. How could such a light lick make him feel so undone?
She pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his cock and dragged it up oh so slowly until she crested over the head where he was extra sensitive.
Cupping her face he exhaled hard. She had barely begun to please him and he was ready to surrender his soul to her. Which wasn’t good because he needed to remember this planet was not his. He had to continue to press all advantages to return home.
“I take it, I’m doing it right?” Her thumb pressed directly below the crown.
“You�
�re a quick study.”
“What can I say, when I discover something that I enjoy I give it my all.” She winked at him before licking him again, following the same path as before. When she arrived at the top she took him into the warmth of her mouth. At first she only kept her lips tight around the head, playing with the tip in a manner similar to the techniques he had used on her clit—circling, stroking and flicking it.
“More,” he called out. He needed to feel himself slide deeper inside of her.
More was what she gave him. Drawing him all the way into her mouth, taking him further than he expected, she tightened her lips around him and sucked. She used her hands and her mouth to entice and pleasure him beyond thought.
For a novice, her skills were impeccable. He didn’t know if she was led by instinct or by some majji powers, possibly both, but she blew his mind with the things she did. Everything for the caressing of her tongue along the underside of his shaft to the soft moans she emitted that sent vibrations through his cock and tightened his balls.
Her fist squeezed him hard, pumping up and down along the part of him not swallowed by her. The heat of his need rose higher, singeing him within and sending him spiraling into ecstasy’s waiting arms.
Clutching her hair, holding her in place so she didn’t stop, he tilted his head back and groaned loudly, his voice echoing off the walls of the bath area and returning to him.
When the tremor racking his body settled down to a low hum in his blood, he gazed down at Krysteena. He began to glide his fingers through her hair and along her scalp hoping to soothe any pain he may have caused her.
Her movements slowed and she pulled away from him, dropping her hand. She gazed up at him and he saw the question in her gaze and the tightness drawing in her features—confusion.
“What is it, my mate?” He cupped her chin and stroked her swollen lips with his thumb, they were even fuller now because of her act of pleasuring him.
“Why is it you do not release seed?”
Blunt and straight forward as always, she placed on the table the big issue between them.
Now he warred within himself. What if he told her the truth–that her ring of adornment was snuffing out his true self and he could not give issue with his feline held in bondage? Upon hearing that would she go against the laws of her planet and remove it?
No. Their destinies were now linked, would forever be linked and he desired peace. If he shared the reason for his dry climax and she did nothing about it, it would forever hang between them and alter his physical life.
“It is just the way of Kitcy. How we are made.” Not a lie, but not the whole truth.
She leaned back away from him, the worry lines in her face increasing. “Then how can offspring be conceived if you give no issue?” Her voice trembled. “Is there another act that we must do? Another position? Do you need a certain type of sustenance? We can have the trading team get it from your planet.”
The questions tumbled from her mouth and he could hear the anxiety in her words and her eyes were dark with concern. “Nothing. It may not be possible and that is something we will have to live with.” As I will have to live with this damn collar. She couldn’t be the one to get everything in this situation and him nothing.
She sprang to her feet, her hair a wild, wet cloud around her body. Water ran down her svelte nude form.
Even with the heavy conversation between them he could not resist taking in her beauty or the desire to lean forward and collect every drop from her body with his tongue.
“This cannot happen. Something must be done.”
“Why? There are times a couple cannot conceive or they lose their offspring maybe…it is the way of the galaxy gods.” What he said was truth, extremely rare on his planet but still situations had happened before.
In haste she stepped out of the bath, splashing water around the floor. “With the first sun rising I will take you to the med house. They can examine you…figure out what is going on.” She closed her eyes briefly and rubbed her hands down her body.
He watched as all the water on her skin dissipated instantly. Sorcery.
Things were so different here than at home. They used magic in many of the ways his people used science.
“I will not be poked or prodded by anyone. I am a healthy male. And when the first sun rises we will go to see your queen so that I can visit my home,” he said following after her and looking around for something to dry his own form. On his planet he would have pressed a button for warm air that would have quickly dried his body.
Opening her eyes, she stared at him. There was a flicker of some emotion in her gaze, but it went away quickly as she moved to him and waved her hands over him, performing the same act on him that she had done to herself. “That is all you care about.”
“Yes.” He took her by the shoulders and held her gaze. He needed her, his mate, to understand how important this was to him. “I have broken my word and I have to make amends to my father. Just as you have your planetary honor, I have mine. Let’s off to sleep.”
She remained silent but gave him a firm nod before she turned and walked out.
~YH~
“Mother, something must be done.” Krysteena was in her parents’ private quarters.
Her parents didn’t move from their positions as they stood holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes. Even with their daughter present they didn’t allow their connected moment to be interrupted.
To Krysteena they could afford to be bonded on a deep plane, together they had produced seven children.
Finally, they both turned to assess her.
“Good first sunrise to you, my daughter.” Her father crossed the floor to her.
“To you as well, father.” She met him in the middle and was gathered in a strong hug from him. She loved her father. On Argona it was custom that the male of the joined couple raise and tutor the offspring, so she had spent more time with him than her mother. With the anxiety she felt over her own mate it felt good to be held by the first male in her life.
“I can see that you have a lot on your mind that you need to discuss with your queen mother, so I will leave you two.”
Her father left and her mother moved across the floor with long regal strides. “What is it that must be done, Krysteena?”
“The male that I am joined to…I need to end it.”
Her mother’s brows tightened in a frown. “For what reason? What has brought about this decision?”
“I made an error in my selection. I thought he was the one, unfortunately I was mistaken.” Krysteena tried to ignore the ache in her heart as she strolled toward the large window that held a great view of the Cretian Falls. The queen’s dwelling was the highest and it was the only place on the planet with such a breathtaking view. Krysteena knew that one day her mother would crossover into the land of the Once Living to find her rest with the galaxy gods, something she didn’t look forward to. Upon that day, she, as the eldest daughter, would ascend to the position of High Priestess, Queen, and with that would acquire this living space.
The view was spectacular; however, Krysteena desired her mother with her for many galaxy millenniums over gaining the position.
Walking alongside her, her mother asked, “In what way do you believe you have erred? I, as all of the Argona inhabitants, witnessed you two in the arena. Citizens were even discussing the successful match all during the festival of goods. Did you not hear the murmurs?”
Oh, yes, she had heard the people talking. Exalting her for such a fine selection of a mate. Others were requesting her to hold an instructional session on how to acquire a worthy and superior mate. “That does not matter.” She looked at her mother directly. “How can I break this?”
Her mother assessed her for a moment. Her intense gaze, bold and unwavering.
Krysteena wanted to glance away, keep the astute majji from seeing into her soul and picking up on the deep feelings she already harbored for Rymingten.
“Were
you unable to complete your joining?”
Feeling the heat rush up her body and into her face at the memory of all the pleasure and passion she and Rymingten had shared caused her to bow her head. Staring at the floor was much easier than meeting the eyes of her mother while such intimate thoughts rolled through her mind. “Yes, that part was as it should have been.” Raising her gaze, she confessed the crux of her visit. “However, it was and will always be unsuccessful.”
“Please, speak clearly, my daughter, I’m not understanding. How can your joining have been complete, yet unsuccessful. Have you already been to the majjis of motherhood, so soon?”
Shaking her head, she continued, “If I stay with Rymingten there will never be a reason for me to visit them. H-e.” Her voice broke and Krysteena had to swallow several times to get past the lump of emotion in her throat. All night her mind had been plagued with visions of smaller versions of her and Rymingten. Even her time of meditation when she rose was filled with it. It shattered her heart every time another image arose. “My mate releases no issue.”
Krysteena could count on one hand how many times she had seen the Queen frown, but the deep creases showing in her mother’s brow were very evident now.
“What is it that you say, my child? How is that possible?”
“I don’t know. But, it is the truth of the matter. I witness the absence of results before my eyes.” Krysteena sighed, her shoulders heavy with the weight of concern and emotions upon them. She truly enjoyed being around Rymingten. On Earth she had seen the wit of his character while he was a playful house cat. Since their return, she had fallen for his strength and his passion for her.
Her mother crossed the room and sat on a long chair. “This does pose a problem, Krysteena. It is something I could take to the council. It is unorthodox. Something we have never dealt with before. However I see no reason your wish cannot be granted and you allowed to release his adornment ring. There will be a place in the fields for him.”
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