by Erin Tate
Go crazy from Needing a male’s touch and pray she came out of the episode with her sanity intact. Good news would be that she was unequivocally Doshan. Bad news was she’d be fit for an institution.
“Yes. If that is your offer, then thank the light, yes.” Yearning and relief shined from his eyes.
Joyce grinned, happy that he was happy and relieved that he wanted her. A few heartfelt words meant nothing if he couldn’t pull through at crunch time.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath and released it slowly. Letting go of his hand, she reclined on the biobed.
Resane approached. “You know what you must say.”
She did. Doshans didn’t have an array of forms she had to sign in order to get medical care. If she was conscious, it merely took verbal permission.
“Medico Resane, please repair my body.” She released the single word that would change her life. “Fully.”
“You wish the IUD removed.”
“Yes, please remove my IUD.” She had to give him a complete answer.
Resane tilted his head in acknowledgement. “As you wish.”
He left her vision and then the familiar whir and buzz of the bed’s scanner filled the room. The holo projection of her body hovered above her, Resane’s hands dipping into the light. Pain receded as he worked, her cheek the first to be repaired and her hands second. The rawness on her wrists disappeared.
“Joyce, this will hurt. It will be only slightly more than your menstrual cycle. This procedure is much more detailed and you must remain still until it is complete. Do you wish to be restrained?”
Kede growled but she ignored him and shook her head. They’d discussed this when he first took the time to examine her fully. She’d cramp while the machine rid her of the t-shaped piece of metal, but it would be quick to heal the lingering hurt.
A louder whir reached her and then the ache struck. Her body longed to curl into a ball and hide from the pain, but she forced herself to remain still. It would not work if she jerked and moved. It’d just make them have to start all over again.
So she fought to breathe through the growing discomfort .
The hurt grew, swelling and morphing until it was pure agony battering her.
Mother fucking Resane was a liar.
Her muscles clenched against the throbbing. Tightening and flexing until it took all of her focus to keep herself from rolling off the bed.
Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.
A sob grew in her chest, expanding to fill her lungs and then she felt it rising, easing along her throat until it lingered behind her lips. She battled to keep it contained. If she gave in to one, it’d open the door for others and she couldn’t move.
The pain rose to its crescendo, flying higher than the bright light and it stole the breath from her body. And it kept growing and growing and growing and finally…. It popped.
It popped and the agony fled in a rush of soothing heat and warmth. The pain was no more and she couldn’t decide if it was because the machine was done or if she’d died from the pain.
When Kede’s face filled her vision, she realized it was because Resane’s treatment was complete.
“The device has been—”
Joyce didn’t wait for him to finish his words. Instead, she rolled toward Kede, depending on him to catch her before she crumpled to the ground. She was drawn to his strong, solid chest with a grunt and she clung to him.
“I am never getting on that thing again.”
“Joyce, are you all right?” Resane’s voice was tinged with worry.
She turned her head and focused on him. “That was not period pain. That was so far from period pain it’s like calling a distant star the bright light.”
He frowned. “It was simply a contraction of muscle during remov—”
“When I can stand on my own, I’m gonna knee you in the balls. While you’re crying on the ground, I’m gonna remind you that it was simply a compression of the scrotal sack.” The words were solid and firm, but lowered in volume as she pushed them past her lips.
Fighting the pain, the hurt, drained her of energy. And now she had to spend days fucking Kede’s brains out.
She ignored the warriors’ winces but didn’t miss the subtle shift of their hands to cover their groins. Even Kede shuddered.
“Are there any other instructions for her care?” Kede’s words vibrated through her, soothing her with its vibrating baritone.
“No. She is healed. The Needing will not allow for much rest, but ensure she has adequate food and allow her to sleep when she is able.” Resane coughed. “I assume you have not assisted a Needing before?”
Jealousy slammed into her and she growled. She tipped her head back and narrowed her eyes at Kede. “You better not have.”
Kede stared at her, so much caring in his gaze. “Warriors are not chosen for Needing, my harae. You will be my first and only.”
She heard the sincerity in his words and nodded. “Okay. Better be telling the truth,” she grumbled.
“Rest as often as possible. I will instruct Yare on which foods will best sustain you during this time. It is imperative you eat and rest when you are not engaged.”
Engaged was apparently a code word for fucking.
“Take these hypos.” One of Kede’s arms left her as he reached for whatever Resane offered. “You both should use one dose after each encounter. It will assist in your recovery and keep you both from experiencing harm.”
“Harm?” Kede’s question shattered the peace she’d found in his embrace. “You did not mention this would cause her harm. Put the device back. I will not allow her to be hurt.”
“Kede,” she stroked his chest. “Females prepare for their first Needing for twenty-five years. My body may go into shock with the new flood of hormones. There is no stopping it now. Take the hypos and take me to your quarters.”
She needed to be within his rooms. Soon. Sooner than soon. Especially since the burning need Resane said would take time to appear, was already making itself known. Her skin itched, the fabric of her clothing scraping her flesh. Her nipples pebbled and hardened, merely waiting for Kede’s mouth. Her pussy warmed and pulsed with the need to be filled by him, filled and taken and claimed and…
Yes, she needed a bed. Now.
* * *
The scent of Joyce’s need hit him square in the chest. It attacked him with the sudden force and he nearly dropped her to the ground. It was the sweetness of home and the allure of a female coated in desire.
Desire for him.
A warrior with a harae.
Kede swung her into his arms, her weight welcome in his embrace. Still clutching the hypos, he turned and strode toward the lift, yelling orders as he progressed. Orders to both his friends and those who had abandoned the delegation such as Moar.
“Moar, take point. Yare, Hassee, Suthta, take the rear.”
The males he selected took up their positions and soon their party was on the move. Joyce rubbed against him, soft mewls escaping her lips, and his body responded to her need. Warrior or not, a Doshan’s body seemed to know when a Needing female was nearby. Knew and reacted in kind.
When the lift arrived, Kede stepped inside the small conveyance and counted the rapid beats of his heart as they rose to the officers’ deck. The lift seemed to crawl like a youngling. Around him, males shifted in place, bodies betraying their response. Something inside him roared that he should subdue the other males, those who would challenge him for Joyce.
The rational part of him overrode the desire to challenge them.
Barely.
The moment the doors parted, they once again went into action, escorting Kede and Joyce to his quarters. He released her long enough to grant himself entrance to his rooms. He stepped inside the space and paused just inside the entry. He glanced over his shoulder and spoke to the males who’d assisted him.
“Wait a moment.” With that murmured order, he left them and moved toward the sleeping chamber. He was careful as he
released his burden and fought to resist her softly mewled plea for him. “One second, my harae. I must speak with my men before we enjoy each other.”
Joyce’s response was another mewl, but she did not attempt to halt his progress once again.
Yare, Hassee, and Suthta lurked in the doorway, the other males forming a semi-circle behind them, and each one saluted at his approach.
He propped his hands on his hips and sighed, the weight of recent events resting on his shoulders. “She is entering her Needing. You have witnessed this and you will carry the truth to your men.” A round of nods met his statement. “I need guards at the door for the next three days, possibly four.” He turned his attention to Suthta and stared the male down. To his credit, his Second Commander did not cower beneath Kede’s gaze. “I need your assistance in restraining the councilmen and ejecting the Terran delegation.”
Suthta nodded and pressed a finger to his ear, activating the earpiece each on duty warrior wore. “Report.” Seconds passed and finally Suthta focused on him once again. “The Terran delegation has been returned to the planet, under guard and unarmed.”
“And the councilmen?”
“Escorted to their ship and given the option of remaining secluded or retreat.” His second grinned like a youngling. “They are remaining. Their guards and warriors have abandoned them.”
Kede shot the male a surprised look, eyebrows raised. “All of them? Many were sworn to the councilmen. There are repercussions should they follow me.”
“The males know the worth of a female and recognize Riskz’s actions for what they were. They stand behind you in your choice of harae. You…” Suthta frowned.
“Your truths, Suthta.”
“You are a symbol of hope for warriors, Commander Tria. No male of worth will tolerate harm befalling a female, but for a warrior to find his harae.” He shook his head. “All males yearn for a female, perhaps warriors more than most. To know there is a chance… It is hope, Commander.”
“What of those who attempted to reclaim her?” Kede let his gaze travel over the small crowd.
His Security Commander stepped forward. “We decoded several communications. Both Terra and the council wish to rid themselves of Mistress Enner. Terra will experiment on her and the council wishes to discard her. Permission to speak freely, Commander?”
“Granted,” Kede’s reply was immediate.
“The council has ‘removed’ more than one transitioned female. Joyce is not the first to be changed, but the council has eliminated the others. They do not want transitioned females polluting the gene pool. They do not want females who are willing to join with warriors. If warriors join with a female, their loyalties will be divided.” The truth lay between them.
“They will not remove Joyce.”
Suthta spoke up. “No, Commander. Your warriors will not allow it.”
Kede narrowed his eyes. “You speak for those on the ship, Second Commander? Every one of them?”
“There is always dissent, Commander, but it is the belief of your senior crew that those who opposed Joyce’s transition already abandoned ship. It would not surprise us to find them on other council controlled ships. Your males witnessed Joyce’s taking and treatment. If they did not see the truth, they have now heard it. They support you through word and deed.”
“And what happens when their Holder of House calls to them? Orders them to move against me? Joyce’s existence, the events here today, will change Dosha. Lives will never be the same. If the council persists…” He needed the males surrounding him to understand the repercussions of today’s actions.
“With all respect, Commander, there is a simple truth that no Doshan can ignore. Warriors protect the home world, they protect the females, and ensure peace. They also outnumber the general population two to one.” Suthta’s grin was menacing and his words were heavy with the truth. “There are those who would be swayed by the council’s message, but one look at Joyce and there will not be a male who does not willingly stand at your back. Hope, Commander. Hope.”
Kede nodded and noted the conviction in every warrior’s gaze. “Very well. Warriors at my door. And Security Commander, I trust you can keep peace until I am able to return to duties. No one on or off the Vehly without the agreement of Suthta, Yare, Hassee, and Resane.” Before the male could bristle at Kede for including his friends in the circle, he provided his explanation. “They have worked to insure Joyce’s safety and worked on my behalf. I grew up with them and trust them with Joyce’s life. I do not mean to undermine your authority, but I do believe those who know me best, who know Joyce best, can also assist you.”
“As you say, Commander.”
“Security Commander, I want my quarters coded to myself and Joyce only.” He waited for the male’s nod and then continued with his orders. “I do not wish to be disturbed, but if I am needed, I expect to be summoned. Am I clear?” An echoing chorus of “yes, Commander” greeted his question. “Very well. I shall see you in three days. Second Commander, I entrust the Vehly and its crew into your care. May the bright light guide you in times of need and may the darkness remain at your back.”
“May the light shine upon you until you return, Commander.” With that final sentence in the ritual, Suthta stepped back and the rest of the party did as well. As soon as enough space was provided, the doors slipped shut and Kede secured the door.
The moment the panels locked in place, Joyce’s soft voice reached out to him. “Kede? I need.”
His cock responded to her desperate plea and he did not hesitate to go to her, his harae, his life, his warrior’s hope.
He tore his uniform shirt from his chest as he moved toward the sleeping chamber. Already he was ready for her, desperate for her warmth and love. He held no belief that she already felt love for him, but he was determined to gather the emotion to himself. Joyce would love him. He would do all in his power to earn it.
His kicked off his shoes, leaving them fallen in his wake. He retained his pants in the event his harae changed her mind upon his appearance. It took no time to find himself striding through the doorway to his sleeping chamber and the vision before him stole his breath.
She was… perfection. Her deep, burnished Doshan skin was unblemished and smooth… and bared for him. She was nude from head to toe, her curves displayed for him. Her dark hair created a fan of temptation and he ached to sink his hands into the strands. Her breasts were large and plump, seeming to call for his touch. Her trim waist brought his gaze to her wide hips and the softly concealed center of her body.
This was another difference between Doshan and Terran. Doshans had no hair other than on their heads while Terrans had an abundance. What would the council say should they ever discover the curls hiding her pleasure center?
It did not matter, for they would not hear or read those truths. They sure as fek wouldn’t see them.
Joyce trailed her fingers over her body, tips playing over her skin and drawing his attention. She followed the path between her breasts, then she cupped a single mound. She plucked the nipple, pinching the hardened nub. She hissed in pain and released one of those moans that he knew meant pleasure.
He never would have thought she would enjoy that type of touch.
Then he recalled that he did not know much of pleasuring Doshan females in general. Casual sex was not something their race enjoyed. He knew of mating through reading and enjoying the sexbots developed on one of the nearby planets.
When it came to true females… He was lost.
Joyce abandoned her breast and stroked her rounded stomach. He could not wait for that part of her to grow full with child.
For now, she stroked her own skin, moans and whines following each touch.
“Kede,” she whispered his name. “Come to me.”
He edged toward the bed and eased to the soft surface. He ached to move forward, to claim her as his body demanded. Instead, he remained in place.
“Show me what you like, my harae. Show me ho
w to bring you pleasure.” She whined and pushed to sit up, but he stopped her. “No. Show me. I would make you scream my name, if you would show me how.”
Another single whine, but he refused to relent. He ached to learn what would make her scream, but he also enjoyed teasing himself with the bright light lurking so near.
She seemed to sense his resolve for she slowly parted her thighs, a single hand venturing to the dark curls. She ran her fingers through the hair there, toying with her skin and he swallowed the groan building in his throat.
“Tell me, explain what you are doing that brings you such joy.” His words brought her blush to the surface, telling him she was embarrassed by his demand. He did not care. He wanted her to enjoy his every touch.
“Kede…”
“Tell me. What is this part of you called?” he murmured, gaze intent on the juncture of her thighs. Joyce’s voice caught and he flicked his gaze to her face. “Tell me.”
“It’s my pussy.”
Pussy. He mouthed the word, testing it on his tongue. “What would I do with your pussy?”
“You would stroke it, or lick me there, or fuck me.”
The intoxicating scents of her arousal struck him and he moaned as the aroma filled him. Sweet and hot. “I would fuck your pussy?”
“Yes. When I’m wet—prepared—for you, you would fuck my pussy.”
Kede licked his lips. She also mentioned licking that part of her. With the teasing aroma of her desire surrounding him, he wondered if she would taste as sweet as her scent promised.
“Joyce, I would like to lick you, and then I would very much like to fuck your pussy.”
* * *
Kede’s words resonated inside Joyce, stoking the fire of her arousal. Her body shook as the meaning slithered through her veins and she gasped with his message.
He wanted to taste her and then fill her.
Yes, please.
Her nipples were hard and pleading for his mouth, her skin craved his touch and her pussy… Her pussy couldn’t wait to be filled by his cock. Filled and taken and claimed.
Double yes, please.
The heat of her Needing overwhelmed her, burning from inside out with desperate need. She’d been aroused in the past by Terran males who made a half-hearted attempt at “getting her motors running,” but this was unlike anything she’d experienced. Burn wasn’t even the right word. It paled in comparison to the sensations of desire. If she didn’t have him, she’d die.