by Viola Grace
The small object sucking at her clit made her eyes widen, and she wished that he had ripped his wrap off because she wanted to see what she was feeling. The cock pressing into her with determined thrusts was definitely a different appendage than the one that was sucking at her.
She stared up into his eyes as he worked inside and slid deep. She gasped and arched her neck. Lee made a note to ask Icky if he had made any changes to her anatomy because Lukar felt like he had gone in a lot farther than he should have.
The sucking took on urgency and he rocked inside her, an inch at a time. The short thrusts were strange, but when he kissed her, she blanked her mind and just felt.
She hadn’t even masturbated with her new limbs, so everything she was feeling was new. Desperate for more sensations, she reached for him. Her hands felt sweat slick his shoulders and chest, but her actual thighs could feel the heat of his body and hips as he rocked into her over and over.
Her blood pounded through her and the beat enhanced the rush of her body toward climax. She gasped into his mouth, moaned against his neck and shivered as her hips rose to meet the short, stroking thrusts.
Lee was getting the urge to bite him as the inner tension became painful. She clenched her teeth and pressed her head back into the carpet, fighting the scream.
“Let it come.” He murmured it against her neck and cheek.
The sucking on her clit became faster and more determined.
The wet stroking and the hot suction finally overloaded her. Lee screamed and clawed at Lukar’s shoulders. She heard him hiss and his cock flexed weirdly inside her. He groaned, and she felt the snap of his teeth next to her ear. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one who wanted to bite.
The flexing inside her continued for a minute before he slumped over her and pressed his forehead to the floor.
You are tired now. Go to bed.
She sighed and stroked her hands through his hair. “Stinger is telling me to go to bed.”
Lukar mumbled. “Tell him to shut up.”
“He mentioned that I am tired now. I think it is a good idea.”
“Do you always kick your lovers out of bed?”
“We are not in bed, and I think what skin I do have has gotten rug burn.” She sighed and untangled his locks.
He groaned and slid his arms under her, lifting her while remaining inside her.
To her shock, she felt pressure in her opening. “Am I stuck?”
He wrinkled his nose. “I am. I was not expecting you to trigger a mate cycle, but you did.”
“What is a mate cycle?”
Lukar got to his feet with her still wrapped around him. “It is a reaction that my folk have to finding someone genetically compatible. Throwbacks usually do not find mates. Kilon knew what he was doing but he could have warned me.”
“Icky knew?”
“He had to know. He has my genetic patterns and he checks them against new species.”
With one hand around her waist, he opened the door and then sealed it when they were in the hall.
“Um. Not to be impatient, but how long are we going to be locked like this?” She bit her lip.
He kept her tight to him so she couldn’t see his face. “Two hours or so.”
He opened his quarters and walked in wearing her like an apron. He made a sound like he was thinking.
“What is the problem?”
“I normally don’t sleep on my back.”
She sighed. “Could you sleep on top of me?”
He let her lean back and he scanned her features. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“My chest is armour plated. Breathing won’t be an issue, and whatever position we are in as long as we are not pulling at my groin, it will be fine.”
He chuckled. “The same goes for me.”
Lukar reached between them and tugged at the fabric that was still bunched around his waist. “I have to admit that I am envious of your clothing.” He dropped the fabric next to the bed and arranged them under the sheets.
When she didn’t have to hold tight to keep her delicate flesh from feeling the tugging and pressure, she asked, “Envy because of my control?”
He kissed her temple. “Envy because it gets to touch the soft heaven of your sex constantly.”
She blushed and rested her head on his shoulder. Even having sex hadn’t embarrassed her as much as that soft, seductive compliment.
Lee listened to his heartbeats and let the rhythm ease her into sleep.
Chapter Eight
Lee tried sneaking out, but it was hard to do when she had to fumble in the dark for the door lock. When she found the door release, she let out a soft sigh and a large hand pressed hers against the pad.
“Going somewhere?” His voice was husky with sleep but still amused.
“To take a shower. I can’t sleep sticky.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her toward the lav, pushing her into the shower. “There you go.”
She took a quick solar shower and used the facilities then showered again when the line of cum began to snake down her inner thigh.
By the time she was clean and her suit was back on duty as underwear, she returned to his bed and crawled in next to him, cuddling against his chest as he spooned her, his knees nesting against hers.
She listened to his hearts beating and dozed off again.
When she woke, she was still in his arms, but he was awake. The moment she opened her eyes, his hands began to move slowly across her breasts and the metalwork that covered them.
“I think I need to get some lunch or dinner.”
He chuckled against her ear. “Or breakfast.”
“What time is it?”
“We are being set to the time of our assignment, so it is just after dawn.”
“Does that happen a lot?”
“When we have to do more than sweep in and out, yes. We will have to take possession of the bride, transport her to the surface and walk her through every stage of her wedding until she and her new husband have consummated their union.”
She closed her eyes and opened them when it seemed that her vision didn’t change what she had heard. “What?”
“We have to witness the consummation to confirm that she has done her duty. It isn’t the only time we will be called to record the truth of a situation. It is best that you get used to the necessities of our position.”
“So, I have to wear that skirt. Anything else?” Lee relaxed into the slow exploration of his hands.
“Wear the battle makeup. We are not going in as members of the bridal party, we are the guards assigned by her family and his to make sure that this is carried out.”
“So, we are handing a woman over to a man and we have to watch them consummate it?” She reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“We are taking a woman from the aggressive territory and giving her to the losing side, making sure she remains there. Her people are stronger, faster and far more agile than their counterparts. She is part of the eight-generation agreement to provide brides to the royal family.”
“What generation are they on now?”
“She is the third bride provided.”
Lee twisted her lips. “Is she going willingly?”
“You will have to ask her when we pick her up.”
She sighed and turned to face him. “I think I will. So, breakfast?”
He moved so fast that she was startled into laughter. He turned and was out of bed in a second, the sheets fluttering down to land on the warm spot he had occupied. It seemed breakfast was on.
Grinning, she followed him, stopping in her room to get her hair under control. Feeling a little more in control of her appearance, she joined him in the galley.
He had breakfast for twelve laid out, or that is how it appeared to Lee.
“Wow. This is quite the spread.”
He grinned, “My father always said that if you help a woman start her day, she will help you finish yours.”
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br /> Lee laughed. “Not a bad theory. Let’s see how this turns out.”
Lukar winked. “At the very least, you will need a nap. That benefits me as well.”
When she sat down, he placed a variety of plates around her along with a pot of tea. The gauntlet had been thrown.
Lee worked her way through the crepes and the variety of spreads and crunchy bits on offer. Some were sweet, some savoury, but all were familiar flavours. Halfway through, she paused. “Did Icky help you with this?”
“He might have programmed in your species tolerances and your own preferences. I tasted a few of the spreads. They aren’t that different from my own foods.”
Lee looked over to his breakfast of high protein and her gaze fell on his chest. “Ouch. Did I do that?”
He lifted a hand and ran some fingers over the gouges. “I believe you did. I didn’t realise that your fingers could do that.”
Lee felt herself blush. “I can tear through the hull of this ship if I have to.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I am glad that I didn’t ask about that before I put my body at your disposal.”
“My first day with the new arms was spent carrying delicate objects until I could hold a damp sponge and not squeeze out the water. I would have clawed you with my Terran hands as well. You weren’t coming out of sex with me unscathed.”
He narrowed his gaze. “How resilient is your natural body to scratches and bites?”
“Very.”
“In that case, I look forward to eventually returning the favour, not that I mind.”
She was a little surprised at his reference to her natural body. It would not be making an appearance for quite a while. He seemed to have latched into the long term.
Lee continued eating until her belly called a halt. She was amazed at how much had actually made a home inside her, but she didn’t feel uncomfortable.
When she was done, she stacked the plates, but before she get up, he was up and had swept them away. “Wow. You are quick.”
“Years of training. To our women is given the first half of the day because we take for the rest of it. Most in our caste follow this tenet.”
Lee cocked her head. “What would your family think of you and an alien cyborg?”
“I will ask them when I next have the opportunity. I know that Kilon is already in favour of it or he would not have cashed in every favour he was owed to get you assigned to Stinger.”
She inclined her head. “I suppose he is. It does make the sex toys he gave me a little creepier.”
“What is wrong with them?” He leaned against the counter and sipped his caf with his eyes twinkling.
“Oh, I don’t know, they just seemed a little specifically not standardized for my species. Interesting but not designed for one of my kind. I am guessing that I need to check my medical records for some alterations.”
That seemed to concern Lukar. “You don’t think he…”
She nodded. “I am pretty sure he did. It was in my agreement. Any alterations to my body to make my life in the Nyal Imperium useful and give me a future. Dr. Icky was very concerned about my future. I am just hoping he didn’t use himself as a model for the toys.”
Lukar spit the caf out and coughed. “Thank you for nightmares.”
She giggled and sipped at her tea.
He finished tidying up and asked her, “What do you normally do in the morning?”
She looked at him. “Combat training in the morning, etiquette and armament in the afternoon.”
“Etiquette?”
“Icky wanted to make sure that I used all cutleries in the Imperium properly, as well using the practice to focus my fine motor skills. I can eat with my left or right hand as the situation requires.”
“Did he cover your clothing options?”
“Nope. Clothing was a little more advanced. Since my chest plate is silver and looks like solid metal, it acts as a shirt, or so I am told.”
“Coming from a male perspective, it does not. It is quite hard to look away from the silver skin. You have the grace and beauty of a classical statue.”
“That is due to your brother. My own body didn’t move half this well.”
He set his cup down and offered her his hand. “Shall we do some combat training?”
She slid her fingers along his. “Sure. Do you want to get dressed first?”
He winked and held her hand in front of them as they headed for the stairs. “This wrap is enough. I don’t want an unfair advantage.”
She grinned. “If you insist.”
An hour later, she grinned down at him, sweat dripping from her cheeks as she pinned him to the mat for the fourth time. “You aren’t trying.”
He wriggled under her, her hands on his wrists kept them tight to the mat. “You are cheating.”
“I am naked. Only using the limbs of my body.”
He narrowed his eyes and bucked against her. “Let me up.” His words were growled.
She felt the prod of his erection against her inner thigh. “It seems you are already up.”
Lee giggled when he fumed and slowly got to her feet, retaining her hold on him. When she was up and he was kneeling, she let him go and jumped back as his arms snapped forward to grab her.
“You are quick.” Lukar grudgingly got to his feet.
She chuckled. “When you fight naked, you have to be quick.”
We are approaching the Oekkuadi Station. Time to get into formal wear, such as it is.
“Stinger says we are approaching the station. Time to get ready.” She patted him on the butt as she passed and then laughed and raced up the stairs.
She heard the hissing growl behind her and wondered briefly at the wisdom of taunting a throwback to an ancient race. Wezians seemed to have a sense of humour, but all races worked on their own basis for comparison. Perhaps scampering off during foreplay was considered rude.
In her quarters, she snapped into her suit and greeted it warmly. A matching warmth came from the suit itself and literally wrapped around her.
The suit rippled around her and she smiled. There was a friend who had her back. It was a good feeling.
The black wrap covered her hips to ankles, and the makeup only needed a minute to apply. When her hair was straight and she felt as pretty as she was going to get, she headed to the command deck.
Lukar joined her with a wink as they approached the station. He settled into the pilot’s seat and filled her in. “Alhuradia Nastuacon is the bride. She will be our charge from the moment we dock to the moment she enters the room to consummate her marriage. Once she is officially wed, we have authorization to leave, the mission complete.”
“Why us?”
“The ceremony requires one woman and one man. Both must be warriors and both must be unrelated to either species, neutral parties.”
“How have they done it in the past?”
“Members of the Imperium court have filled in.”
Lee couldn’t stop the questions. “Why does she have to be escorted at all?”
“The Oekkuadi are an intelligent and invasive race. They took over Metskiat until the local populace managed to fight them off. The locals are incredibly strong but they lack the intelligence of the Oekkuadi. It is considered fair that a female of the invaders be the mother of another generation of Metskiat royals, but no Oekkuadi can set foot on Metskiat again. By consummating the marriage on the station, she will be ritually transformed by custom into her husband’s kind.”
“Ooookaayyyyy.” She supposed that her own family’s wedding rituals would be just as strange to an alien eye.
“One day, I will tell you how the Wezians formalize a union. Here is a hint, we do it in public.” He waggled his brows at her and began a series of button tappings and slides.
“Why doesn’t Stinger bring us in?”
I do not like to dock. I hate scraping my hull.
“I don’t know. I just know I was told to always fly into stations on manual assist.”
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br /> Lee covered her grin and nodded.
The station got larger, and he settled them against the docking locks.
“Her family and the government officials will be at a ceremony near the launch area. We will meet them and take possession of the bride at that point.”
She nodded, and when she felt them lock in place, she released her harness and got to her feet.
His uniform was different, a solid deep blue that matched his hair. The webbing design was still in play but it was tighter. Even his hair was tied tightly and flowed down his back in a neat tail.
Lee sighed. “Maybe I should look into a bit of a wardrobe.”
He held her hand out again and walked with her toward the stairs. “The Metskiat have a good fashion sense, they might be able to assist you.”
“I don’t have anything to pay with.” She made a face.
“You have earned two missions’ worth of pay. That is enough for a wardrobe.”
“We will have to look into it later.” She was suddenly nervous and her fingers closed tightly on his before they walked down the stairs toward the door that would start this assignment.
Chapter Nine
The gathering was indeed just inside the dock area. Lee was surprised to see so many folks here for what seemed a traditional hostage exchange.
Sting introduced himself and Laser, and they were escorted to the dais with the government representatives. They were to stand and witness, waiting for their cue.
“For our crimes against the people of Metskiat, we offer this bride to atone for our family and our race.” The family stepped forward with the bride swathed in a rainbow of fabrics.
The tawny skin of the Oekkuadi were pale but the faces were determined. The mother and father each took one hand of the swathed creature and pressed her hands to their cheeks. The siblings lined up and did the same. Based on the ages and heights, the young woman was indeed the oldest of the family.
“For our crimes and our atonement, I offer myself to the rulers of Metskiat.” The woman’s voice rang true.
The politicians came up, knelt and she touched each of their cheeks. Her delicate hands were all that was visible behind her veils.