by Alana Khan
“Drayke,” I call again, but his eyelids are still closed, flickering.
I grab his cock again, this time with no offending washcloth running interference. How can something be so hard and so soft at the same time? I grasp him firmly, noticing how the skin moves against the unyielding tissue underneath.
Oh, he likes this. The hip thrusts are more pronounced. His cock gets even harder, thicker.
In the dim light, I see a tiny bead of liquid on the head of his cock. My tongue slips between my teeth. The desire to taste it is overwhelming. But I want to wait. I know Drayke is coming back. I know right now he’s fighting his way to the surface of consciousness. I’m not doing this without him. I’ll wait.
But what harm could it do for me to taste that one tiny drop of his semen? I bend down and flick the crown of his cock with the tip of my tongue. I roll the taste around my mouth. It’s slightly salty, slightly sweet and somehow tastes just like I imagined it would.
“Nova.” It’s Drayke, he’s back! But when I lift up to look at his dear face, he’s not there. The body is still, motionless—a blue mannequin.
“Come back to me, Drayke.” I’m more insistent now. I know he’s in there, he just has to keep swimming to the surface. “Come back to me. I want to open the First Gate with you. I want to lick you. I want you in my mouth. I want to make you feel good. I want to taste your come.”
“Nova.”
I peek at him again. This time my face blazing with embarrassment at the brazen things I just told him, but he’s not fully back. His eyelids are still fluttering.
“Come back to me, Dr. Drayke sun Omrun. Fulfill your duties as directed by your Lord God Anteros,” I urge. He emits a groan deep in the back of his throat. “Let me lick your cock.” I stroke it now, hard, the way he showed me. “Let me take your cock as far in my throat as nature will allow.” My hand surrounds him tightly, stroking until his guttural moans are loud and almost continuous, his hips pumping.
I crawl on top of him, my body pressing against the expanse of his warm, naked chest. I’m straddling him, my slick folds are riding his cock. It surprises me how much I want to be penetrated, to feel him move inside me.
I change my focus, and kiss him. Gone is the tentative softness of only a few minutes ago. My kisses are hard now, demanding. My tongue plunders his mouth, practically commanding his tongue to respond to mine.
“Wake up, Drayke. Come back to me. I want to taste you. I want to swallow everything you can give me.” A tremor flows through him like an electric current. His cock kicks against my slit.
“That’s right, Dr. Drayke sun Omrun, come back to Nova.” I’m almost ordering now. I slide back down and lick the head of his cock again, this time gathering more of his sperm on my tongue, loving the taste of it. I will not put him in my mouth until he’s awake, I decide. I want him present for that. Which doesn’t mean I can’t lick every inch of him.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, first one way and then the other. Then I reach lower and run my tongue under the edge of his crown. I can tell he likes this; the muscles in his abdomen tighten under all that luscious skin.
“Wake up, Drayke!” My voice is louder now. I’m not taking no for an answer. I start at the tip again and I run the flat of my tongue from the top of his cock to the root and back again. He moans loudly and all at once he gasps and startles. His body shudders. When I look up, his gorgeous eyes are staring at me. They’re not blue anymore, they’re black with passion.
“Nova?” Poor guy doesn’t know what’s going on. “You can’t do this, Sweet. You’re opening the First Gate. You don’t understand what this means.”
I feel a pang of guilt. He’s going to think I’m doing this for real, forever and ever. He would never agree to this if he knew I’m just gaming the system. Now isn’t the time to tell him.
“I know, Drayke. I read about your customs. I’ve given us both a ritual bath. I spoke with your God on your behalf. I begged him to provide the very best for you. I’m here to open the First Gate with you.” I’m not going to feel guilty. I’m not. This is for the best for him and for Braxxus and for Axxios. A tiny voice in the back of my head asks, and for you, Nova? Is this best for you? Fuck you, I retort. There’s no turning back now.
Dr. Drayke sun Omrun
I pull her up my body. I look at her, so many questions running through my head. Dear God, she is more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Her face is flushed. She’s clearly excited. The smell of her arousal is rich in the air.
I want. It’s a chant beating in my thoughts, beating in my hearts, beating in my pulsing cock. This isn’t the way I ever envisioned this night. Of course, when I thought about my first bonding night I always thought the faceless female in my arms would have blue skin. But Nova’s pink skin is so much more exquisite.
I can barely think, my passion is so intense. But this has to be right. Everything about this night has to be perfect. Perfect for us both.
I have so many queries, about what happened on Aeon II, about Braxxus; however, those can wait. But not this question. “Do you understand what you’re doing, Nova? This is a commitment. The beginning of a sacred bond. There are many ways I can pleasure you that won’t involve this pledge you’ve avoided. If it’s just a matter of satisfaction, I would do anything to please your magnificent body. But this? This is different.”
“I read all about it when you were in medbay, Drayke. I began things just as I imagined you would want. Do you want a moment alone? To speak with your God? I’ll wait for anything you need to do. But then I want to open the First Gate with you. Please don’t deny me.”
Did she just beg me not to deny her this? This? What I want more than anything else in the galaxy? I gaze into her eyes, to ensure she’s serious. She looks back at me. Her eyes don’t slide from mine.
She wants this. I will give it to her. I will fulfill us both.
I flip her onto her back, careful of her arm. I straddle her, sitting on my knees. She’s wearing one of my white shirts. She looks like a female should on her First Night. My smart little Nova, so intuitive. I rip it open, the ping of the little buttons hitting walls and floor is oddly satisfying.
I nestle my cock between her folds the tip poking her sensitive bud, loving the gasp this elicits from her. “So wet, Nova. If I didn’t know better I’d think you started without me.” She looks guilty for a heartbeat, then we both smile.
I initiate a slow rhythm, sliding up and down the folds of her sopping wet slit. My cock glides along her responsive nub.
“Drayke,” she sounds surprised and pleased and excited all at once. I want to hear her call my name again and again with just that tone. And then louder and with more urgency. But that will be later. Much later.
I keep up the rhythm down below, making sure to bump the head of her little button with every upward thrust and downward slide. Her legs open to me and her heels press into my ass, as if my pressure isn’t strong enough.
“Harder Nova? Does my Sweet One want more pressure right here?” I change the angle of my cock and make sure the tip presses against her sweet spot with more direct force.
“Drayke! This was supposed to be about you.” Her hips have picked up my rhythm and she pushes up toward me with every thrust.
I didn’t expect her excitement to increase so fast, but her breathing is ragged, her heels more insistent. I’d envisioned kissing and holding and pampering and ramping her up, but I think she’s moments from release.
“Come for me, Nova. Let yourself go. Enjoy this.” I press harder with the tip of my cock and adjust the angle in tiny increments until her breath catches and her fingers press into the flesh of my back so hard I know she drew blood. Nothing could make a Dacian male prouder than to drive his female so wild she marks him with his own blood.
As she comes she screams my name. I think it’s because I told her once I wanted that. The fact that she wants to please me in this most intimate way almost triggers my own release. But tonight we have
to open the First Gate. I need to save my seed for that.
I turn us both on our sides, making sure she’s on her left. She showers me with kisses. Everywhere she can reach. “Unbelievable. Feels so good. Oh my God.”
I pet her hair, then I move far enough back from her body to bend close and nip the tips of her breasts. I take turns with each one until she moans, then place my knee between her legs. She immediately presses herself against me there and starts a rhythm.
“Ready for more, Sweet? I pull her to the end of the bed, her bottom and heels right at the edge. I kneel on the floor. I press her knees apart so she is open to me.
“Beautiful.” I press my tongue deeply into her wet channel, tasting her fully. “You taste like the sweetest catalaberry on Dacia. A delicacy.”
I can’t get enough. I want to give her another release. I lick up from her core to her sensitive bundle of nerves. I take my time, going slowly, following the folds upward. She gets impatient and pulls me against her harder.
I clamp my mouth around her bud, then create suction. This affects her so powerfully her pelvis lifts off the bed. I stop for a moment and let her catch her breath, then surprise her by creating the suction effect again. Her nails curl into the skin on my back. This fills me with pride and ramps up my own excitement. My cock is throbbing with need, desperate for fulfillment.
I use my tongue to press her little nub, her moans are louder, she’s near release. I enter her with my middle finger and the pitch of her noises lowers. She likes that. She’s so wet, drenched. Pressing in with another finger, I cause her to buck. The rhythm I create with my hand, along with the pressure from my tongue makes her frantic; her head thrashes from side to side, her noises are even louder. And then she comes so hard her muscles clamp around my fingers. Her release goes on for long moments. The noises she makes signal transcendent pleasure.
I slow my rhythm and just wait. Not wanting to distract her from this exquisite intensity. Almost as soon as I put my mouth on her clit again, another orgasm hits and she comes again, bathing my fingers in her cream.
Her spasming finally stops. I hear her panting; her fingers release their grip from my shoulders. I slide up next to her to look at her lovely face, softened by spent passion. I notice her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes open when she senses my face near hers.
“Amazing.” She takes a deep breath as if there’s more she wants to say, but she just shakes her head and smiles. She tucks the top of her head under my chin and snuggles next to me. She swings one leg over me and cuddles even closer.
“That was intense,” she tells me as her hand roams from my shoulders to my belly. Her knuckles graze the head of my cock. I assume that was accidental by the way her hand skitters back up my stomach.
“I want to open the First Gate with you.” I love the way her voice sounds both confident and shy at the same time.
I grab the hand resting on my abs and pull it lower. A silent invitation to touch me.
Nova
I’m still returning from the orgasm-induced haze he put me in. I didn’t know my body could tolerate so much pleasure. I want him to have that. I want Drayke to experience this delicious feeling of delight.
I grasp him and begin stroking, but by the sound of his low growl, I realize the time for foreplay is long over.
Moving between his legs, I admire him for the quickest moment. I know he’s more than ready for what I’m about to do, but I just love to look at him. His cock is straining upward. Grasping it firmly in my hand, halfway up the shaft, I pull it toward my mouth as I lower myself to the perfect height and angle.
I begin where I left off before he woke up. I swirl my tongue around the head. Now that he’s awake, this action earns the reward of deep guttural moans and a thrust of his hips. I stiffly stroke the tip of my tongue upward against the ridge of his crown, flicking all the way around it.
I glance up to see his head thrown back in pleasure against the pillows, his eyes closed in bliss. I lick from root to tip and back again—his hips buck with anticipation. He’s more than over the need for preamble, I open my mouth around him and plunge myself as far down the shaft as I can go.
“Nova!” His voice is so deep and gravelly it hardly sounds like him.
I curl my hand around the base of his cock and set up a rhythm with my mouth. He meets my downward movements with upward thrusts. I love the taste of him. I love the power of this. And right now I want to use this power to make him come.
I focus on his breathing, intuiting exactly what he responds to best. I make a satisfied noise in the back of my throat, which must act like a vibrator, because this amps him up another notch. I reach below and touch his sac. This puts him over the edge. I wasn’t sure what it would be like to receive the hot jets of his semen. Part of the ritual is to swallow. His fluid tastes mild, slightly sweet. Not only do I swallow, but I also lick his shaft while I keep my eyes focused on his.
“You honor me, Nova. You’re a better mate than I ever dreamed of. Better than I deserve.” He pulls me up and rests my head on his chest.
I’m glad he can’t see my face. If he did, he might read my guilt. I’ve never been a liar. I’ve never tricked anyone into doing anything in my entire life. I’m toying with his emotions. I have no intention of opening the Third Gate with him. He will never have the bonded mate he desires so fervently.
I’m a complete shit. He’s a wonderful male and I’m fucking him over. If there is a God, I’m going to pay for this.
Chapter Twelve
Dr. Drayke sun Omrun
I’m about to fall asleep when I return from my lust-induced stupor to think about what’s going on in the rest of the ship right now. Braxxus! Braxxus is, I hope, in medbay. If not, he’s in the morgue. I ease Nova’s head off my chest as well as her leg from where it’s slung over my thighs, then bound out of bed and grab my clothes.
I remember I’m still suffering from bonding sickness. What happened just now gave me a respite from the insistent arousal, it did not eradicate it. I grab the loincloth and bind it tightly, then pull on my blue jumpsuit.
“You sleeping, Nova?” I whisper.
“Not quite.” Her voice sounds tight.
“You okay?”
“Just tired.”
Something is definitely off. “Are you upset I’m leaving? I need to check on Braxxus, unless he’s…”
“He’s very ill, but he’s still alive. You should go to him.”
“Are you sure you’re alright? What just happened here was the...definitely was the best moment of my life, Sweet. But I need to check on Braxxus.”
“I understand, Drayke. He’s dying. Please go to him and do what you can.”
I smooth my hair, not wanting to look like I just jumped out of bed with Nova, then take off for medbay at a jog.
I’m already in professional-physician mode by the time I race through the medbay doors. Axxios is at Braxxus's bedside. If anything, the male in the bed looks worse than when I last saw him on Aeon II.
I grab the medpad and check his vitals. His pulse is thready, his blood pressure is dangerously depressed, he’s panting.
“What have you done for him?”
“None of us have any medical training, doc. They’re all gladiators. I’m a pilot. We figured out how much Amdrol to give him for the pain. We’ve washed him as well as possible without hauling him into the shower. I thought that might kill him.”
“He’d lain in his own urine, that took its toll. So his flesh is clean?”
“Yes.”
“How much Amdrol and when was the last dose?”
“One of the premeasured syringes, right before you came in.”
“I want to apologize about my lack of responsiveness...”
“Doc, we understand. You were unable to do anything about your condition. Let’s not waste precious time discussing it.”
“Okay. I’m instructing the medbot to administer fluids as well as liquid nutrition. When all this is over, I’m
going to give an in-service on these basic things. There should be more than one being on board who knows how to do this.”
The bot begins its job; soon Braxxus is being fed and hydrated.
“The most serious medical problem is the deep stab wound on his back. His health is so compromised I would normally advise against surgery on an individual this ill. However, if we don’t intervene soon we’ll...we’re going to lose him. You make the call, Axxios. He’s your brother.”
“What would you do if he were your brother?”
“Surgery. Without a doubt. I definitely don’t think he’ll survive without it.”
“Then go ahead.” He takes a deep breath, then rubs the back of his neck, his mouth drawn into a thin line.
We’re both startled when Nova enters. It looks like she’s taken a quick shower. She’s so beautiful she takes my breath away.
“I came to help. But…” she gives me a questioning glance, “Drayke if you can’t tolerate me nearby…?”
Opening the First Gate seems to have put some of my protective instincts on hold, at least for the moment. I’m not growling and she’s less than ten fiertos away from two unbonded males, even though one is comatose.
“Stay.” I indicate the corner. “Perhaps you could pull a chair over there and help if I ask.” I’m calmer now that she’s here.
I program the medbot for surgery and we move him into the operating room. We gently flip him onto his stomach; the putrefying flesh assails my nose.
Two of the three medbots begin their work, first cleaning the wound site, then delving in with instruments. I position myself out of the robot arms’ way and attend some of the less serious wounds on his back. I clean and then debride about eight wounds while the medbot works on the most serious injury. I use analgesic salve to coat the areas, then begin to strip away the dying skin, dead tissue, and crusting that surrounds each one. I use a variety of surgical tools as well as pressurized water. When I’m done I apply plas-film imbedded with additional antiseptic.