The Voris' Mate

by S. J. Sanders

  He was so lost in his thoughts, allowing his heart to bleed with his guilt and uncertainties before the Mother in his mediation, that he had not heard Reggie approach him. His body jolted slightly when he felt a soft hand touch the back of his shoulder. He instinctually froze, the image of the claws of the female seizing into his flesh as she attempted to grip him in place flashing through his head. But when the hand began to gently stroke, he recognized the touch of his sweet female. His breath rushed from his lungs and his muscles unclenched.

  The hand ran up the back of his neck and stroked down again, trailing down to the top of his tail, making his skin shudder and the coils of his tails lift in pleasure. A second hand joined the first, and the hands circled along his back, gently rubbing the tension from the muscles and stroking his skin erotically.

  Desire crashed through him. He wanted her. Wanted to hold and touch her.

  “Reggie?” he gasped on a moan.

  Her breath tickled his crown coils when she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

  “What would you like, Shaagra? What would make you feel good?”

  Shaagra flushed, wishing to speak of his desires but at the same time not wanting to be rejected.

  “Reggie… I cannot say. It is taboo,” he hissed, his coils lifting higher as her palms stroked his hips. He briefly jerked away from her touch, startled, when her hand glided over his salet, fear rising in him.

  “I would never hurt you, Shaagra,” she murmured.

  He nodded and held still as her hand explored his hips, abdomen, and upper tail. Her fingers gently caressed his salet repeatedly. The more she did it, the more he yearned for another touch and the more confident he felt in her gentle exploration. Before long, he was eagerly leaning into her touches, his cocks pulsing with desire.

  He wanted. He desired. He needed. That was all he knew.

  All he knew in his world at that moment was Reggie.

  “There are no taboo things between us,” Reggie said slowly. “I may not always agree with something, but there’s no shame in telling me what you’d like.”

  He swallowed thickly, uncertain.

  “I… I wish to mount you.”

  She paused, for a moment he was afraid that he had offended her. He prepared to withdraw his statement when she began to… laugh?

  “That’s all? That’s the secret desire that’s so taboo?”

  Shaagra was bewildered at her reaction.

  “Reggie, it is not done. Males never mount females. A male who dares is one who abuses smaller females that he can control—he is worthless. It is unnatural for Vori to desire to do such a terrible thing.”

  Her soft hands disappeared from his body, and for one terrible moment, he was afraid she would reject him. The one female who treated him softly. He backed away from the altar, shame filling him. He had thought her gone until he came face-to-face with his female. Rather than leaving, she circled around to stand before him. Her eyes kind and a sweet smile on her lips.

  Her hand gently touched his cheek, his crown coils instantly looping around her wrist and arm as he leaned into her palm with a sigh.

  “Shaagra, I don’t mind if you wanna mount me,” she murmured. “In fact, that would be really erotic and exciting for me. I like a guy who takes charge. Males mounting females isn’t uncommon on my world.”

  Her fingers trailed over the scars on his face.

  “And if, one day, you feel comfortable with me mounting you, I promise I’ll be gentle and make the experience a good one for you.”

  He could not suppress his smile. She was perfection.

  Slowly, he dipped down, giving her every opportunity to change her mind about him taking charge, until his lips were a breath away from hers. She looked into his eyes and did not recoil; instead, she parted her lips slightly in invitation. He touched her lips with his own. They yielded like twin pillows beneath the firm press of his mouth. He drew her up against his chest as his tongue played along the folds of her lips until she gasped.

  His forked tongue darted into her mouth, slowly tasting her. Her flavor flooded his senses and the pressure of his salet became terrible. He would not be able to hold back from extruding in front of his female, and at that moment, he did not care.

  She moaned deliciously into his mouth, her sound vibrating through him. Reggie began to grind herself against his salet where he pressed her. Now it was his turn to gasp against her mouth as his body yielded to her insistence. Shaagra hissed with pleasure and pulled her tighter against him so that the damp heat of her, so different from their own females, rubbed against his cocks.

  A hiss of pleasure drew his attention to Vadal standing unnoticed by the door of their nest proper. His salet bulged, thick with desire, as he stood there watching Shaagra caress and fold himself around their female. Shaagra lifted and extended his lower tail in invitation. Vadal arched a brow for only a second before taking his place behind Reggie. He gave Vadal a meaningful look as the male wrapped his tail firmly with Shaagra’s.

  The bond lock had not been performed since their bonding day, when they cemented their relationship as nest brothers. Although it was pleasurable, it served the purpose of keeping the male pair locked around the female during breeding to make it safer for everyone involved.

  Shaagra knew the instant that their loop was complete when he felt the thick plug of the lesser mating barb in Vadal’s lower tail secure itself within the small pouch in which Shaagra’s barb was hidden. Although Shaagra was the more dominant of the two, he had been brought into Vadal’s clan and therefore received the barb during their bonding. Their barbs rubbed against each other, secreting pheromones for their mate, and heightened their own pleasure.

  Reggie gasped when the full impact of the scent rolled over her. Her sense of smell was not as refined as that of a female Vori, but she was clearly susceptible. She moaned audibly and increased her friction against his cocks, panting for breath.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Gently, Shaagra pushed her back against Vadal. The other male looked at him with surprise but nodded as Shaagra firmed his jaw expectantly. Vadal knew of Shaagra’s desires and compulsions more than any other Vori. When Reggie did not object, Vadal wound his arms around her as he tightened his tail lock with Shaagra.

  He rose above her and her eyes widened when she glanced down at his cocks standing thick and proudly, ready to join with his female. He took in her deepening scent and leaned forward, pushing both tapered cocks into her slit. At first, her body resisted, but when he moved, the upper bulge of his salet brushed a tiny nub of flesh at the top of her slit, and a fresh warmth eased the head of his cocks into her body. He stilled and offered the brief traditional prayer to the Mother before pushing slowly into the female’s body, surrendering his own body into her keeping.

  ***

  Reggie gasped as the thick, tapered cocks pushed through the folds of her pussy. They stretched her ever so slowly with an erotic burn; it was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, with a slight pinch of discomfort from the fullness. Shaagra alternately pushed and paused, giving her time to adjust to his penetration. Her pleasure spiked when Shaagra seated himself fully within her, the folds of the flesh that contained his cock brushing across her clit as he ground against her.

  What remained of her breath rushed out when Vadal lifted his hips behind her, the slender scaled bands of his crown coils threading around her, and he rubbed his slightly parted mound against the bottom of her ass. Vadal’s hiss of pleasure blended in with her soft moan.

  Reggie briefly entertained the thought of inviting Vadal to take her from behind while Shaagra fucked her from above, but her ass instinctively clenched at the thought of being invaded as roughly as her cunt. No, that was going to have be something they worked toward. Instead, she settled for leaning her weight against him as he held her tightly, her ass rubbing against him with every hard thrust from Shaagra. The males hissed and groaned around her.

  Shaagra’s hips pounded dow
n against hers, grinding deep with her, the dual heads of his cocks stroking her insides. She tried desperately to lift her hips to take more of his thrusts, but she was pinned too securely between her males. Rather than feel claustrophobic being bound so tightly between them, her blood sang, driving her passion higher until her orgasm crested through her so quickly it stole her breath. Her pussy squeezed around Shaagra’s cocks, making him moan as his hot cum shot out of his cocks repeatedly against the mouth of her womb.

  He panted against her shoulder before pressing a long kiss into her skin. With a muffled whisper, he lifted her with him as he rose, Vadal freeing her from his arms so that Shaagra could turn her between them. Vadal stretched out in the pillows below her, his lips curved into a smirk and his cocks fully extruded, swollen with desire for her. His hands reached up, stroking the soft flesh of her belly as Shaagra settled her down over his hips. She felt the firm brush of Shaagra’s crown coils wrapping around her arms and upper torso, holding her secure, bracing her against him as she began to lower herself, taking the heads of Vadal’s cocks within her.

  The muscles in his neck stood taut and, with firm hands, he stopped her downward motion briefly as he muttered under his breath as Shaagra had done before. Reggie assumed that it must be part of the offering to the Mother of the Nest. He closed his eyes and shuddered before returning to stroking her belly and breasts as she descended, her cunt pinching from the intense pressure as Vadal filled her, even more full in this position.

  Once she was flush to Vadal’s hips, Reggie’s pussy clenched down hard, a small orgasm rocketing through her. Vadal panted and moaned under her as she tried desperately to milk him.

  “Reggie, I am not going to last long,” he hissed out.

  Reggie moaned, angling her head back to kiss Shaagra who was hunched over her from behind, the scales along his chest, belly, and tail rubbing erotically—more so in this position than when she’d lain on Vadal. The joined tails writhed together as she moved over Vadal, his eyes turning glassy as he arched beneath her, pushing deeper into her. Reggie felt her eyes roll back into her head in pleasure.

  Suddenly, both males moved around her at once as their tails tightened together. Shaagra had extruded again, eager for more as his cocks rubbed back and forth between her ass cheeks. Vadal’s claws dug lightly into her hips as Reggie found herself on the cusp of another orgasm.

  ***

  Vadal widened his eyes as he looked over Reggie’s shoulder at Shaagra. He knew that Shaagra had a dominant streak, but he’d never imagined that they would find a female who would allow it, or that Shaagra would attempt to dominate him.

  As his nest brother arched over the back of their female, his crown coils wrapped firmly around her upper body and his cocks extruded rubbing against her. He tightened his grip on Vadal’s tail, driving his cocks deeper into their female. Vadal hissed in pleasure, his tail tightening likewise around his nest brother as he lifted his hips and thrust deeply in rapid tempo into Reggie’s hot depth.

  Reggie shrieked above him, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. Vadal knew this pleasure; it coursed through his veins too, like a white-hot inferno. He struggled to extend his pleasure and not yield to the milking pressure of Reggie’s cunt squeezing around him as she found her release.

  When Shaagra groaned deeply and spurted over the back of their mate, and Reggie crested another orgasm, Vadal felt the explosion rip up his spine. His fangs dripped his mating venom, and it took all that he had to resist the bite that would lock them to Reggie forever and breed her. His hot fluid splashed her insides, his cocks pulsing out more seed than he’d imagined possible.

  A chorus of groans were the only sounds in the room as Reggie was disengaged from them and they lay together before the altar, her slick and their seed flowing in offering to the Mother of a joining successfully completed.

  Although Reggie was not ready to accept their mating bite, this was a momentous occasion that sealed them three of them together, just as assuredly as their mingled essences leaking from her body. By joining, they’d carry her scent and she would carry theirs, marking them as a bonded set. Never again would Vadal and Shaagra be at risk from another female.

  Chapter 7

  “Doctor Vadal, we were delighted to hear of your return. As soon as I heard, I sent a cleaning unit through to prepare your office for you,” Turlos said as he laid his palm on the keycode pad beside the office door.

  The aging male who ran the medical clinic didn’t look much different than he had when Vadal last saw him a revolution ago. Maybe his girth had thickened, and his scales were a bit duller, but his voice and sleek glide still carried the strength of a male in his prime. It relieved Vadal to see that not much had changed in his absence. Even his office, he noted as they entered, looked exactly as he left it.

  Vadal murmured his appreciation and set his data-pad, with all of his new research acquired of the previous revolution, on his solid wooden desk. Although it was common for those who lived and worked in Evath to use imported furnishings of lightweight, resilient metals, Vadal preferred the sturdy traditional furnishings like those he grew up with in Norveth territory. There were so many alien additions to Evath that sometimes he found it almost as alien as the space station. There was little to Evath that spoke of Vori culture and traditions. For this reason, he kept his personal space as close to Vori tradition as possible, with only touches of intergalactic technology.

  Reggie certainly didn’t mind. Over the last several days, Reggie expressed nothing less than enthusiasm for their lives on Vora. She admired the woodwork of their home and enjoyed spending stretches time swimming in the thermal pool.

  That had been a welcome surprise upon returning to Vora. When they were not gathering supplies for their first ceremonial joining, they spent part of each day enjoying the pool. Reggie would flirt and caress the muscles of their torsos and the scales of their coils. They would draw small touches across her skin, luring her in until she stole small kisses from them. It never progressed beyond light touches, but it did him good to see Shaagra adjusting to being touched by a female with kindness in a manner that felt good.

  He turned and noticed that Turlos was still lingering in the doorway.

  “Is there something else, Turlos?” he inquired politely. The male was never in the habit of lingering.

  “I hear you brought home a human mate,” he said, eyes gleaming with a light of curious interest, not unlike that which one might find on the face of a young scientist looking at a new specimen.

  Vadal silently nodded in affirmation and resumed putting his belongings away. There was no question in Turlos’s statement, and Vadal felt no need to elaborate. The male waited expectantly, but when it became obvious that Vadal wasn’t about to offer more information, he attempted again to lure him into conversation.

  “Has anyone approached you about your mate yet?” he asked, hesitant.

  Vadal frowned. “Turlos, why would anyone approach me about my mate?”

  The male shrugged, but his eyes slid away. “I just heard things…”

  Heard things?

  “Speak plainly,” Vadal hissed, his temper fraying.

  Turlos sighed, his coils settling around him, discontent. “I hear that news of your human mate has spread to the Great Matriarch of the Western Continent. She is demanding that your mate be brought before her inspection.”

  Vadal let out a hiss from between his teeth. He’d hoped that they would have more time before the Great Matriarch or any other government officials caught wind of Reggie’s arrival. He wanted to give his mate a chance to rest and acclimate before she had to deal with other Vori.

  For the first several days, she’d tensed whenever he and Shaagra got too close as a unit. He understood; the Vori were a big and intimidating species to look upon. Naturally, her instinct would be to shy away from being enclosed by two males such as themselves. She just recently adjusted to that, but he didn’t want her being overwhelmed though by the press of dozens of curious Vor
i at the Great Matriarch’s High Court.

  “Any idea of how long we have before she sends her escort?”

  The male shifted. “That is the thing, Vadal. I believe they may already be here. As I was showing you in, Vathee in reception commed to inform me that there was a pair of royal guards in the waiting room who said nothing more than that they requested your presence.”

  Vadal cursed silently. Apparently, there would be no further reprieve.

  He picked up his comm unit, sticking it back in the small carrying case strapped around his bicep. He adjusted the ties on his leather vest, the bright scales of the angyal shimmering the darkest green, making certain he was presentable. If the guards were there, it was guaranteed that he would be soon in the presence of the Great Matriarch.

  Turlos was right behind him as Vadal made his way into the reception. There, a lean young Vori was trying to deter the pair of large menacing males. All Vadal had to do was look at them to know that they were either part of the elite guard or the military. The males were easily nearly twice the size of Vadal himself, and Vadal was no small male, their arms thick with heavy muscle.

  One of the males, possessing scales of a deep maroon, flicked his tongue and looked toward Vadal, his expression focused.

  “Are you Doctor Vadal es’Etale?” the male rumbled, his eyes narrowed on him.

  “I am. May I ask what this is about? I have much to do today,” Vadal stated, crossing his arms over his broad chest. The one thing he learned long ago when dealing with males of the guard and military was that a male couldn’t show any weakness. They were well trained to use any perceived weakness against their targets.

  The male hissed lowly. “That is not for you to question, Doctor. The Great Matriarch of the Western Continent has demanded your presence before her… immediately.”

  Vadal frowned. “To what purpose?”

  “Her greatness will tell you herself what she desires of you. It is not for you or any of us to question.” The male paused before saying, “I am aware that it is something to do with your human mate you have returned to Vora with.”