Assigned a Mate

by Grace Goodwin

  “Toys? As in children?”

  Her eyes fell closed and she thrust out her breasts. “No, toys for… for sex. Like the stimspheres.”

  I stroked the underside of one breast and she glanced at me. “Hmm, you liked those too much, I believe, especially if you consider them a toy. You like toys for sex?” While we were surely matched, I had much to learn.

  “I have never used them in the past with another person, but so far, I think so.”

  I liked how she worded that sentence. It led me to believe the woman was much more adventurous in her desires than even she realized. Perhaps she’d just never had the opportunity to test her limits, which I would definitely provide to her now. “Eva, you are a bad girl.” I grinned. Leaning on one elbow, I reached over the side of the bed to the small chest again. I tossed a variety of toys for sex onto the bed.

  “Here, you have permission to play with these while I am in the bathing tube, but you may not come. Your pleasure belongs to me.” Picking up one of the toys of sex, I handed it to her, then went to bathe.

  My cock didn’t care if I was clean or not, but I wanted to give her a few minutes to play with the items on her own before I used all of them, every single one of them, on her.

  * * *

  “Haven’t found one you like?” Tark asked, stepping from the bathing unit. I looked up from the selection of space sex toys and my mouth went dry. I had yet to see Tark fully naked. Standing before me was a warrior. He was lethal-looking, so dark and brooding and with his size and formidable muscles, no one was a match for him. No wonder I submitted to him so easily. He just radiated power and judging by the way my pussy began to swell and soften for him, he was dripping in pheromones.

  “Oh, I… um.”

  He grinned at my loss for words. Tilting his chin, he indicated what I held forgotten in my hand. “Do you want me to tell you what those are, or show you?”

  I glanced down at the odd contraptions. One looked like a dildo but was shaped like tiered orbs, narrow at the top and wider at the bottom where my hand gripped it. The other was shaped like a U and was made of a smooth metal, I had no idea how it worked or where it went. I couldn’t make it vibrate or anything.

  I licked my lips. “Show me.”

  Coming over to the bed, he crawled up beside me and took it from me. Glancing down, he flicked at one of the gems on my nipples. “Like these?”

  “Mmm,” I murmured. The weight of the gems was much less than the chain and I felt almost naked without it. But the chain hadn’t vibrated, hadn’t done anything at all except exert a constant tug. The gems made my nipples tighten into hardened tips almost instantly after Tark had begun the vibrations. Cupping my breasts, even pressing on the nipples with my palms, didn’t dull the ache the gems created. I wasn’t sure how long I could last with such a simple torture. Now the man wanted to use some weird toys on me. I wasn’t sure if I would survive. But I wanted to try.

  “On your belly.”

  When I questioned him with a widening of my eyes, he said, “Remember, gara, I will treat you as an equal outside of these walls—as long as your safety is not in jeopardy—but when it comes to fucking, you will submit to me. Always.”

  His voice was gentle, however, I heard the command there. He had stood aside and did as I ordered as I’d treated Mara, stepping back and allowing me to do my job until all of the patients were treated. I’d been in charge and he’d accepted that. But here, in this tent, he was the dominant one. I allowed it not only because it was true, but because I wanted it that way. I wanted Tark to tell me what to do, to take control, to tie me up and have his way. I even wanted him to spank me. This aroused me, pleased me. It filled a need inside me I didn’t know I had. The bride program’s testing had glimpsed into the deepest places within me, the places I’d hidden even from myself. Therefore, I didn’t question him. Instead, I rolled over, careful of the gems on the blankets.

  “Come up on your elbows if you need to. In fact, I’d like it if you did, for I enjoy seeing you adorned so prettily.”

  With my weight on my forearms, my back was arched and my breasts thrust out. Yes, based on the way his eyes darkened and his lids narrowed, he did like it. I felt… beautiful.

  His hand drifted down my back, running over the ridges of my spine until he cupped one bottom cheek.

  “So perfect.”

  “You’re not going to spank me, are you?” I asked, tensing and waiting for that first resounding strike of his palm. I felt my pussy weep at the idea.

  His eyes lifted from watching his hand to my face. “Do you want me to?”

  I shook my head, although there was a little bit of untruth to it.

  He held up the orbed toy. “This, this will fill your ass, stretch you open to take my cock.”

  My eyes widened, seeing the toy in a completely new way.

  Grinning, he placed it on the bed and held up the U. “This one then.” He placed it between the two dimples at my lower back. “During the first fucking, I touched you here.” He’d slid his fingers down between the seam in my bottom and over my back entrance. “No, gara, don’t tense up. Relax.”

  His hand moved away as he reached for something from the pile of toys he’d left on the bed. It was a vial of some kind and when he shifted his position so he could use both his hands, I began to worry. I had an idea of what he was going to do, what it was for, so I was apprehensive and slightly aroused by it at the same time. As he tipped the vial upside down, a drop of clear liquid came from the tip and dripped onto his fingers. The scent of it was familiar. Almonds.

  I knew where the toys would go and I tried to relax. I watched over my shoulder as he used one hand to part the cheeks of my bottom and felt the slippery fluid coat me there.

  As he gently circled me, very lightly, very slowly, he murmured to me. “Shh, good girl, breathe. Yes, relax. You came when my finger was inside you. Imagine what it will feel like when my cock is buried deep. This is much smaller than that other toy. Different. Trust me.”

  I did trust him, but I couldn’t help but clench down at the idea of his cock filling me… there. He laughed at me, but I was not bothered. Well, not by that. I was getting very bothered by his attentions.

  He picked up the vial and placed it directly against my virgin opening, easily letting the tip of it settle inside me. It was very small, so even as I clenched it was able to gain entrance. I felt warmth seep inside me. The sweet scent of it was strong, strong enough to bring back the dream from the processing center. God, I’d dreamt the smell of anal lubricant?

  “This will make you slick, gara, I will never hurt you. That’s it. Feel that? Yes, it’s warm and it will ease the way of my finger, or the toy, and especially my cock.”

  I didn’t know how much of the liquid he’d put inside of me, but I felt it going in quite far, the heat of it a surprise. It didn’t hurt at all, but now I knew the depth at which he intended to fill me. Hopefully he’d prepare me using more than just adding lubrication.

  Perhaps part of the match included mind-reading, for he said, “No cock today, gara. You’re not ready… yet. Soon though. Soon you’ll have me everywhere. I’ll claim every part of you.”

  I gasped at the idea and the eager tone of his words. He lifted the toy off my lower back and parted me once again. This time, instead of his finger, I felt the cool metal press against me. He circled it and pressed in at the same time as he continued to whisper to me. Words of praise, words of desire and it relaxed me, made the object slide into my ass, stretching me open in the process.

  Once it had breached me there, Tark wasn’t done, for now I knew why there was a U to it. The other end of it slid easily and without any coaxing into my pussy. Further and further it went in until I was filled front and back with hard metal. It wasn’t as thick as Tark, so as my body clenched down on the foreign object, I knew right away it wasn’t enough.

  Tark stroked his hand over my bottom. “How does that feel?”

  I glanced at him, the warr
ior had changed into a lover. His cock stood thick and proud from his body and I knew he wished he was fully seated in me instead of the toy.

  “It’s… deep. But not as big as you.”

  He grinned wickedly. “Flattery, gara. I like it. But can my cock do this?”

  All at once the metal began to vibrate.

  “Shit!” I cried, my arms collapsing and I fell onto the bed. “Does… does everything on Trion vibrate?” I asked, gasping.

  I couldn’t lie still. I had to move, for the U toy was hitting every sensitive spot inside me, some that I never even knew I had. Feeling something deep in my ass should have felt bad, but it felt like heaven. This, this was like my dream. The intense pleasure, the scent of almonds. Oh, my God, I was going to come. I stuck my butt up in the air, wiggled it, fell to my side and grabbed my breasts, trying to ease the ache in them.

  “Tark!” I cried.

  He avidly watched me writhe on the bed, clearly pleased with himself.

  “Master,” he said, his voice a deep growl.

  He flipped me onto my back, spread my legs, and settled between them. He wasn’t gentle, but I didn’t need gentle. The feelings were incredible and I was dying a blissful death. Sweat broke out on my skin and my heart was pounding. I could barely catch my breath let alone cry out.

  My eyes had fallen shut and I was lost in the pleasure. That was why I hadn’t known he’d put his head between my thighs until I felt his mouth latch onto my clit. I lifted my head and looked at him down the length of my body. He was looking at me, his mouth glistening and slick with my juices.

  “Master,” I cried.

  “You need to come, Eva?”

  He flicked his tongue over my clit, his warm breath fanning the sensitive bud. With his hands, he gripped my hips, stopped my wriggling.

  “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want to come… master.”

  “Good girl. You may come now.”

  He put his mouth on me and sucked, his tongue flicking out as he somehow tugged on me. I had no idea what he was doing and I didn’t care. He was as skilled with his mouth as his fingers and his cock.

  I came with a scream. It was so hard that my thighs clenched Tark’s head. Surely I would crack his skull like a tree nut, but I didn’t care. The vibrations in my ass were so incredible that tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t take it. It was too much. Between my ass, my pussy, and Tark’s ruthless assault on my clit, I came again. Then again.

  “Stop. Stop!” I cried. I was going to die of pleasure.

  All at once, the vibrations in the U toy and the nipple gems tapered off, then stopped completely. Tark continued to lick at my clit, but gently, as if easing me down.

  “Is that all your body can give me, gara?”

  “Yes.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I was out of my mind, my body was not my own, it was his.

  “Yes, what?” He nipped at my clit with his teeth, gently, and I moaned, my body a writhing mass of highly stimulated nerves.

  “Master. Yes, master.” He was the master of my body, and now, I was afraid, master of my heart as well. I trusted him. He made me feel safe and cared for, protected and adored. With him, I didn’t have to hide my desire or my fire, in his arms I could let everything go. I could fall, and he would catch me.

  “Who owns your pleasure, Eva?”

  Was this a trick question? He pulled the toy inside me halfway out, then slowly pushed it back inside. My hips lifted toward his mouth of their own volition. My body was like a finely tuned instrument, and he was playing me. “You do, master.”

  “Yes, I do.” He smiled, right before he turned the vibrations back on. “And I will tell you when you’ve had enough.” Tark wiggled the toy and attacked my clit with his mouth, suckling and fucking me with the toy until I arced up off the bed like a bowstring, unable to resist his carnal dominance over my body as he forced me to another peak. Unable to cry out, I whimpered when my release came with the fury of a tornado ripping through my body.

  Before I could catch my breath, he pulled the toy from my well-used body and tossed it aside. Coming up on his knees, Tark knelt between my splayed thighs. He gripped one of my hands, lifted it above my head, then the other, holding them tightly in place as he secured them with a thick leather tie. I tugged at the hold and knew he would not free me. He would take me as he wanted. My pussy clenched around empty air, the pain of my arousal caused the lips of my pussy to pulse with pain in time to my heart’s rapid beat. I needed him inside me, filling me. Making me his. I needed his pleasure, his possession. I needed to be what he wanted, to give him what he wanted.

  “It’s time to fuck you now.”

  I nodded my head even as silent tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. The intensity of his possession, of his control over my body, of my release, overwhelmed me and I couldn’t hold back the tears. Those tears were me, my soul, the emotional dam bursting open inside me here, now, in the safety of his embrace.

  I was his, body and soul, and would deny him nothing. While the toy had been amazing, it hadn’t been Tark’s cock and I craved his hard length stretching me wide. I needed the connection. I needed to see him strain, to watch him lose himself in the pleasure only my body could give him. I needed to know that he was mine.

  He lined himself up and slid into me in one smooth, long stroke. He dropped down onto his forearms so his head was right above mine and filled me completely. I was pinned down, my hands secure above my head, my hips pressed into the soft bed by his. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but let him fuck me.

  Holding himself still, he murmured, “Gara.”

  Lowering his head, he kissed me as he moved. Fucking and kissing. He was remarkably gentle and this… this was something more. This was a validation that we belonged to each other. He’d most certainly given me my pleasure, but I knew—I could feel—that I was more to him than just a woman to fuck and breed. He’d changed, even in the ridiculously short time I’d been on Trion. His hardness, the angles and planes of frustration and power, were softened. I’d done that to him.

  I could ease his worry, soften the burden that was on his shoulders as high councilor. In this moment, he was able to lose himself in me, seek pleasure and comfort. Not as high councilor, not as the leader of his people, not as powerful man who had many people looking to him for guidance.

  With me, he was simply Tark, the man. His motions shifted from a gentle glide and the sweet friction of his cock returned me to the brink of release as if my desire was a tinder rekindled to bright fire. Swiftly, his pace quickened as if he were reaching for something. I understood.

  “Tark. Let go.” I used his name on purpose, let him know that he didn’t even have to worry about protecting me in this moment. He could just succumb to the pleasure he found in my body, in the release that I could give to him.

  He tilted his head up and looked at me. Sweat dripped onto my breast.

  “I can’t lose control. I never lose control.” He ran his hands along my arms and squeezed my wrists. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, his hips shifting and churning.

  Bringing my legs up, I pressed my knees into his sides so he could fill me even deeper.

  I shook my head. “You won’t. You can’t.”

  Perhaps it was my tone, or the look on my face, or the way my inner walls clenched on his cock, but the mask slipped. His face hardened, his jaw clenched tight, and his eyes closed. Hooking the back of my knee in the crook of his elbow, he angled me up and drove into me. I cried out because he’d filled me almost too full, but he didn’t stop.

  “Yes,” I cried, letting him know I wanted it. I did. I wanted all of him. If we were so well matched, I could take it. I could handle whatever he gave me, I needed to accept him, all of him. I needed to please him, to make him happy, to submit to his desire. I met him each time he thrust into me; his grip tightened on my leg and my hip and I knew my wild response was pushing him to the edge of his control. Th
e sound of fucking filled the tent—rough, carnal, and wet.

  “I want a baby, Tark. Your baby. Give it to me,” I panted. I did. I wanted to give him the baby he desired, the one I’d longed for but never imagined. I’d been appalled by the idea of being bred, that Tark’s main goal for a mate was to find a woman that was fertile and could give him the heir he needed.

  But this wasn’t what we were doing. We weren’t fucking over a ceremonial stand. We weren’t being watched or recorded for the bride program processing center. We were just a man and a woman who needed each other and showed our desires, our reason for being by coming together in such a way. I was powerful. I could turn Tark into a rutting animal, eager and desperate for his release, until everything but filling me was cleared from his mind.

  “Please, Tark.”

  “You want it, gara?” he growled.

  “Yes!”

  “You want me? Only me? You’ll stay with me and be my mate?”

  I opened my eyes and he was gazing at me. My nipples brushed against his chest the way I was arched up, my hands above my head.

  I’d barely seen anything of Trion. I only knew that Outpost Nine was primitive and in the middle of the desert. Was the rest of Trion this way? Were all the people like Bertok or Mara? I longed to find out, as long as Tark was with me, by my side.

  What did Earth have waiting for me? There was no match. No Tark. The decision was simple.

  “Yes.”

  Reaching between us, Tark stroked his thumb over my clit, once, twice, and I came.

  I arched my back even more and cried out, feeling Tark stiffen above me, filling me full and shouting his own release. Thick seed shot into me, filling me to overflowing. Greedily, my body clenched and milked Tark’s cock, pulling it in deep.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “Fark, yes,” Tark replied, trying to catch his breath. He lowered his upper body to the side, so his heavy weight was not upon me, but kept his cock buried deep. The endorphins from all the fucking had me feeling euphoric and replete. Feeling Tark above me I felt safe and cherished and very well claimed. He released the tie holding my wrists, stroked a hand over my cheek, wiping away the silent tears that continued to fall.