Tera realized that although the skin that covered his erection had a certain roughness to it, it felt to her lips and her tongue more like a pleasant texturing, and it certainly wasn’t painful—just rather complicated. The ridges, over three of which she was able to move her open mouth, were very firm, but not hard as she had feared they might be. More of the sweet liquid emerged, making her mouth sticky but also making her feel deliciously naughty, like she had stolen a lollipop and now she was going to enjoy it.
Now Je’Tar made it more difficult for her, though, because he held her head in place and began to move his hips to thrust inside her mouth. He didn’t push very far in, but it made Tera’s jaw ache a little, and her eyes water. Somehow the very discomfort of the sensation made her burn again between her thighs, and now that she had seen his cock, had tasted it, had felt it thrust inside her, she wanted it there, too, however it might stretch her and however unusual her defloration by an alien penis might be.
“That’s it,” he said. “That’s it. Get ready. I’m going to come in your mouth, and you’re going to swallow everything I give.”
Chapter Eight
As Je’Tar climaxed, holding Tera’s mouth at the end of his cock so that his blue seed spurted over her tongue, he marveled at how much pleasure she had given him even without any skill. Once he had taught her to run her tongue over his ridges properly, he knew, she would be able to make him come almost at will, whenever he opened his te’nop and summoned her to kneel before him. The thought occupied his mind as the shudders of his orgasm left him, and added to the delight of the sweet way Tera suckled at his penis head, now that she knew how wonderful He’Ban seed tasted to the human tongue.
He reached down to raise Tera, and to sit her in his lap at last. He would tell her all about the hearing now, and make certain she wouldn’t worry. Even if he lost to Ge’Dor, he felt sure the admiral who adjudicated the matter wouldn’t permit Tera to come into the power of Je’Tar’s rival, once Je’Tar admitted to having the ut’wei-qe for her. The confession would shame him in the eyes of the star fleet, but Je’Tar, to his surprise, felt no shame at all.
“You may look at me,” he said softly, and Tera, standing again now between his thighs, turned shining, proud eyes up to him, her cheeks pink with a girl’s natural modesty upon pleasing a warrior that way. Down below, Je’Tar retracted his cock comfortably behind his te’nop, though he knew that the sight of Tera in her discipline belt and the feeling of having her in his arms would probably make him ache to free himself again before too long.
“You do feel it, don’t you?” he asked again, though he knew the answer, and merely wanted to feel the happiness inside his chest when Tera confirmed it.
“Yes, sir,” she said, the pink in her cheeks growing a little darker. “I don’t know what it is, but I feel it. I want...”
Je’Tar nodded slowly. “You want to be with me.”
Tera bit her lip, and nodded in return.
“Come sit on—”
But then a buzz sounded from the starship’s communication system, and Re-Tid’s voice said, “Admiral on board.” In that personal communication display that sat in his visual cortex, Je’Tar saw to his annoyance that Ge’Dor, too, had come on board—bringing Admiral Fi-Wa. Je’Tar had assumed that even a son of a herd beast like Ge’Dor wouldn’t disturb an admiral for a dispute over a pleasure-girl. The shame he had inflicted on the other captain, though, in winning the brief physical encounter in the holding cell, had clearly driven him to a wish for quick, decisive revenge.
“What’s happening?” Tera asked, her eyes wide.
“Be brave, sweet girl,” Je’Tar said, stroking her cheek. “No harm will come to you, I promise.”
“But...” Her face wore a look of distress that made his heart ache. “But will we... be together?”
“I will do everything I can to make it so,” he reassured her, feeling his nose spread slightly into the closest He’Ban equivalent to a human’s comforting smile. When he saw Tera smile in return, and realized that it meant she could feel his emotions through the ut’wei-qe bond—for how else could she know what his nasal gesture meant?—Je’Tar knew he had reached the point of no return. There would be no gen-sar purification for him. He wrapped Tera in an embrace he knew might be their last, and kissed her on the forehead.
The door opened, and Ge’Dor stood there with the admiral behind him. Tera gave a little start in his arms.
“Girl get away,” Ge’Dor said abruptly, his nose rising in fury. “Go pleasure station. Warriors decide.”
Je’Tar had anticipated this attempt to separate Tera from his protection. He had to resist it, but he knew Admiral Fi-Wa would regard him as deranged if he tried to keep a human girl in his arms during a challenge hearing.
“Tera, please go kneel next to the bunk,” he said in English. Then, in He’Ban, “Honored Admiral, I request that this girl remain for the hearing.”
Fi-Wa’s nose wrinkled in puzzlement. “Why, Je’Tar? Your dispute is with Ge’Dor. The status of the property over which you fought is in question, yes, but what can the girl add to the discussion?”
Je’Tar spoke again to Tera, who had begun to tremble, perhaps at the strange sound of the He’Ban language. “Go kneel, sweet girl. Do as I’ve said.” He released her from his arms, and she went with downcast eyes to the place where he pointed, then awkwardly got to her knees.
Fi-Wa’s confusion deepened, if his nose represented anything by which to judge. “She is obedient,” he said. He turned to Ge’Dor. “Did you not say you were whipping her for disobedience?”
Ge’Dor’s nose twitched in annoyance. Je’Tar knew he had to press his slight advantage. He had to plunge into the opening in Ge’Dor’s line that he had gained through having Tera kneel there where he hoped she might kneel on many occasions to come, naked and ready to please him and receive in return all his care, and all the ecstasy her own body could feel.
“The girl is obedient because our hearts beat together. We are bound in ut’wei-qe.”
* * *
Tera wished she could understand what the He’Ban were saying. She looked at the soft green carpet in front of her, too scared even to turn her eyes to their feet, and listened anxiously to the sharp sound of the conversation, which seemed to her full of T’s and K’s. Then she felt her eyes go wide as she realized that the same rapport that allowed her to understand Je’Tar’s expressions let her sense his feelings as he argued with the other two aliens.
She had recognized Ge’Dor, she thought, from the yellow stripe on his sash. The third warrior had a gold braid on his, which Tera supposed must mean he was a commander or something. She had no idea what they felt or thought, but somehow she felt Je’Tar’s emotions so vividly that it seemed to her she could nearly read his mind.
She felt resolve. She felt warm desire. She felt above all so strong a wish to keep Tera safe that it made her blush.
Suddenly she realized that the commander had addressed her in English. She tried to recall the question. Without even grasping fully what her mind did, she got the answer she sought from Je’Tar’s emotions: the commander wanted to know how she felt about Je’Tar.
Somehow Tera also knew how her alien warrior wanted her to answer, and so without hesitation she said, “I feel with him. I don’t know how else to say it. I obey him because I feel with him, and I know he will take care of me.” She marveled at how simple and true the words seemed to her as she spoke them. How could she mean it, when it would end in spankings and whippings and sexual service to Earth’s alien overlords? All her emotions of only that morning, on her home planet, seemed to have turned over onto their heads. Something in the way her own He’Ban warrior held her, the way she knew with absolute certainty he would protect her, made her serene as she looked now at the commander’s enormous seven-toed feet.
Ge’Dor said something that Tera thought must be full of anger, from the snarling sound of it.
The commander said, “Look at me, girl.�
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Tera raised her eyes, unable to keep from glancing over at Je’Tar before she focused her attention on the commander. She felt her warrior’s pleasure to have her look to him, when she had worried that she might be punished for turning her eyes upon the wrong alien. Somehow she knew from the downward tilt of his nose that in her glance she had done exactly right, and the knowledge made her glow, and smile as she focused on the commander.
“I am Admiral Fi-Wa. Je’Tar claims right of ut’wei-qe on you.” Tera could tell that the admiral had practiced his English more than Ge’Dor had, though his fluency was nowhere near Je’Tar’s. My alien warrior is exceptional, her wayward mind said, and she felt a little heat return to her face.
Ge’Dor spoke again in He’Ban, and the admiral turned to him and replied very forcefully. Ge’Dor’s nose went up, and Tera felt she could now recognize the gesture as extreme frustration. What was happening?
The admiral turned back to Tera. She almost asked what the strange word—the one Je’Tar had said, too, she thought—meant. She felt Je’Tar willing her to stay silent, though, and to wait for permission to speak.
It came in the admiral’s next words. “Has Je’Tar told you of the ut’wei-qe, girl?”
“Just... just that it is something you feel?”
The admiral’s nose twitched, and he lowered his chin. “And do you feel it? Do you wish to belong to him?”
“Yes,” Tera whispered.
“We will witness the ritual of joining, then,” the admiral said. “Je’Tar will fuck you now in warrior style, and if you survive you will be his.”
Tera had felt confidence coming from Je’Tar before the admiral delivered his final words. Now, to her distress, she felt her own fear at those words reflected in the concern he felt.
Je’Tar spoke rapidly in He’Ban to the admiral. Ge’Dor, his nose down in satisfaction, spoke next. Tera had no trouble discerning that Je’Tar was protesting the admiral’s decision while Ge’Dor endorsed it. What did it mean? What was warrior style? She cast her eyes down to the carpet again and willed herself not to look up, not to seek some reassurance where she feared she would find none. Her heart beat in a wild rhythm, and her tummy did flip-flops.
She realized that Ge’Dor had switched to English to address her, and she listened to him in dread.
“Je’Tar no want tell girl what he need do. In ancient days ut’wei-qe ritual a proof of strength from warrior to mate. He’Ban females big. Strong. Warrior who have bond must fuck with the ut’wei-pon in cock. Now Je’Tar must fuck girl with ut’wei-pon. Poor girl. Would be much better in Ge’Dor bunk with Ge’Dor cock in bottom.”
Tera felt terrible anger coming from Je’Tar, but she also felt him contain that anger, so that he could say something to the admiral. The admiral seemed to ponder for a moment, but then he answered briefly, and Tera felt Je’Tar’s spirits improve just a little.
“Tera, look at me and listen very carefully,” Je’Tar said, then.
Tera turned her wide eyes up to him.
“Admiral Fi-Wa has declared that to prove my right to take you as my ut’wei-qe mate, I must follow an old ritual, and fuck you in your vagina and your anus with my penis fully engorged. When a He’Ban cock is entirely hard it is very long, and thick, and its ridges do not yield the way they did when you sucked earlier, when I was half-erect.”
Tera felt her jaw drop, but even if she had had permission to speak she had no idea what she would say.
“When a He’Ban warrior’s penis becomes fully erect, the pleasure makes him wild, and he fucks very hard. It was part of the ancient ceremony as a proof of his suitability, because in order to impregnate a He’Ban female, a warrior’s seed must go very deep inside her vagina, and anal sex was considered the consummation of a warrior’s mastery, especially if he had it immediately after claiming the vagina.”
“Oh, please...” she whispered.
“I believe I can hold myself back from the worst of the ut’wei-pon. I don’t think I will hurt you, but there is a danger, and if you would like to go with Ge’Dor to the Quickstar now, I will seek purification of our ut’wei-qe. Will you go through the rite of joining with me?”
Tera had so little idea of what it all meant that she felt like crying, but she had no doubt at all in her mind. She could sense Je’Tar’s worry, but she also felt his tenderness.
“I will, sir,” she said softly.
Chapter Nine
Curse Ge’Dor. How could he wish to see Tera dead rather than admit that the ut’wei-qe gave Je’Tar a right to her? When Ge’Dor had demanded that he and Fi-Wa witness the rite of joining, Je’Tar had supposed his rival meant only to humiliate him. Proud of his bond with Tera and joyous for a moment that he might have her after all, Je’Tar had defiantly declared that he would have it then and there.
He knew the admiral found his rapport with the human girl distasteful, but Je’Tar still couldn’t believe that Fi-Wa had accepted the terms Ge’Dor laid down, of a warrior-style fucking.
But he and Tera had no choice, did they? Je’Tar must somehow control the wild sexual state that usually took hold of a He’Ban warrior with his cock fully erect, a full twenty centimeters long, four centimeters in diameter, and much harder than a human male’s. When the ut’wei-pon took full hold of a He’Ban, his body became the same berserking force that had made He’Ban battlefields so bloody and destructive before the coming of the gen-sar meditation techniques.
Ut’wei-pon gave a warrior the greatest pleasure he could feel. Every officer had the right to a yearly visit to the facility at the home base of the star fleet dedicated to allowing him to feel that ecstasy as a privilege and a release. There a He’Ban male could fuck a device configured according to his wishes long and very, very hard. Most officers who availed themselves of the opportunity, Je’Tar knew, chose these days to fuck a simulacrum of a human girl, subjecting it to a wild, destructive pounding that would break the frail earthly bones of a real human body and mortally injure it as the price of warrior pleasure.
What would in the ancient days, before the separation of He’Ban male and female into separate castes who reproduced without touching, have been mildly uncomfortable for the warrior’s mate, would kill a human girl. If the ut’wei-pon came over Je’Tar fully, though he felt confident that his tenderness would protect Tera, he worried that the same affection might drive him into a berserking pleasure that could harm her.
His hope lay in his self-control. Had he not already shown that, in refraining from killing Ge’Dor?
“Get the girl ready, Je’Tar,” said Admiral Fi-Wa.
Je’Tar turned to look at him. The admiral’s nose had crooked into an expression of mild regret. At least, Fi-Wa seemed to be thinking, we’ll be rid of this problem.
“Tera,” Je’Tar said. “I’m going to help you up now. Then you’ll lie on my bunk, on your back.”
“I wish her bent over,” said Ge’Dor behind him, in English, “like a He’Ban female. I wish to see the cock go in.”
Tera gave a little whimper at these rough words, but she remained still, her eyes focused downward.
Fi-Wa turned to the captain of the Quickstar in annoyance. “Je’Tar will decide how the rite proceeds. You have your wish, do you not?”
Ge’Dor’s nose twisted in angry frustration, but he remained silent.
Je’Tar turned back to Tera, and reached down to raise her to her feet. “Look at me,” he said. Tera turned her blue eyes up to his. “I will fuck you face to face, and take your virginity that way. That position is not anatomically possible with a He’Ban female, but although my te’nop will make you uncomfortable, it will also protect you down there.”
Tera looked puzzled, but then she nodded as if she simply trusted him to protect her. A tiny, brave smile played on her lips for a moment.
“Lie down now, sweet girl.”
Her smile grew at the endearment, and then she obeyed. She looked up at him from his bunk, a vision of submissive loveliness with her c
hestnut hair spread around her head and her wrists bound to her sides by the discipline belt.
“Raise your legs,” Je’Tar said gently, and when she had lifted her feet from the carpet he helped raise them further, looking down between them at the wonderful pink charms he uncovered—the places he would now fuck so very thoroughly, making a woman of Tera not as the humans did but as the He’Ban did. At the sight of her coral inner lips pouting out from her pussy, his cock began to push against his te’nop, and he retracted it to where, above the base of his penis, it would keep him from entering her at full length even if the erotic madness came upon him.
Je’Tar watched Tera see that he had allowed himself to become not half-engorged, as he had when she sucked his cock, but fully erect: twice as long, bright red, and terribly hard, the ridges standing out almost like rings of metal along his length. He saw her eyes widen, in alarm but also, he thought, in desire, and the ut’wei-qe bond swelled inside him so unexpectedly that his nose pulled back in astonishment, for suddenly he knew he could reassure Tera not with his words but with his heart, beating together with hers.
Tera’s lips parted, but she remained silent as he took his cock in his hand and began to press its head gently into the velvet cavern where he would take his pleasure. Tera gave a little whimper, and now Je’Tar felt her desire for him, beating out from her heart. She felt very wet down there—wetter than any human girl he had ever fucked, and his cock slid in despite its size, all the way to the place where Tera’s virgin barrier stopped him, and she gave a little shudder.
“Get ready, girl,” Ge’Dor said harshly, behind them. “Girl get what she deserve now.”
“Silence, Ge’Dor,” said the admiral. “Can you not feel the ut’wei-qe? Je’Tar has spoken truly.”
Je’Tar could barely pay attention to his fellow He’Bans’ words, so great did the pleasure coming from his hard cock feel. He could sense the passion, and the loss of reason, that lay just ahead, and he tried to keep it in check, but Tera’s sweet body seemed too tender, too desirable. The need to fuck came upon him, and he gripped her thighs, ready to thrust in at full length and enjoy her at last, no matter the cost.
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