Trian's Spark

by T. Cobbin

  As Trian reached the apex of Amelia’s thighs he knew she was awake. He flattened his tongue and drew it up her dripping core until he flicked the tip over her sensitive bud. Her fingers gripped his hair, and she bucked her hips up toward his mouth.

  “Dammit, Trian, you wake me up like this again? No fair.”

  He smiled up at his mate.

  She frowned at him. “If you don’t make me come soon… Please.”

  Her voice was husky, and his cock jerked against his stomach. He placed his nose in her curls and blew a steady stream of breath over her clit. She gripped his hair and tugged. She groaned and bucked her hips again.

  “Triiiannn.” She moaned his name out in a tortured cry.

  He thrust his tongue as deep as he could inside her and sent a small current of his energy through his iungo to the tip of her clit. Her thighs tightly squeezed either side of his head, but he still heard, although muffled, her passionate cries. He licked and sucked her honey as it dripped over his tongue.

  “You bastard,” she cried out as she settled down. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”

  He raised his head to look up at her. “I’m sorry, me unum. I didn’t know it would hurt you.” He was surprised when she chuckled and tugged his hair again, pulling him up her body.

  “It doesn’t hurt, it drives me over the edge. It makes me orgasm so hard. I love it, but the thing I love most is when you’re inside me.”

  “Is this what you want?” he asked, slowly gyrating his hips, pushing his shaft against her clit.

  “No, I want you inside me.”

  He rolled her over and drew her up onto her hands and knees. Amelia shifted her hips slightly, helping Trian to position his cock at just the right place, and he pressed forward, entering her in one smooth move.

  “I’m going to be buried so far inside you, my little mate, we won’t know where each other starts and ends.” He nibbled her earlobe while he placed a hand on her waist. He withdrew from her heat before reseating himself. His shaft slipped inside his spark, sliding against her slick walls until he was seated to the hilt, then withdrew only to thrust deeply again.

  She cried out his name and pushed backward to meet his groin as he groaned. Placing both hands on her hips, he grasped gently and started pounding into her. In and out. She pushed back at him, urging him on. He bucked harder as his balls drew up against his body. He could feel the flutters of her vagina walls, telling him she was so close to orgasming.

  With a tight, sucking squeeze, Amelia came around his cock, her body arching into his. Placing his finger on the back of her neck, he emptied his seed within her body, along with his energy. As he calmed, he pulled them over to lay on their sides, his hand cupping her lower stomach. Thoughts of them spawning a young one had his cock jerking alive inside his mate once more.

  * * * *

  Amelia yawned and stretched. As much as she had relished these last few days with Trian, she was getting fed up of seeing the same four walls.

  Rolling over, she came face-to-face with her smiling mate. Lust swirled in his eyes. His hand rested on her hip, and he pulled her against his naked body. She placed a hand flat on his chest, her pussy clenching in delight of what might come.

  “It’s been three days. We need to leave this bedroom, Trian. I have cabin fever, and also, I have to check on my ladies. Plus, you have a ship to run.”

  “But you might need some more energy,” he purred, kissing along her collarbone.

  She pushed his head away from her body. If he kept kissing her, she’d melt and find herself laid out again. Not that it was totally a bad thing. But she needed to get out of her cabin and talk to the women. Talk to anyone else but Trian for a bit.

  “I’m not a light bulb.” Amelia chuckled before sighing. Trian was laying butterfly kisses over her neck, and it was turning her on more. “Seriously.” She pushed at his shoulders to stop him kissing her. She clenched her thighs. She was so close in giving up on her idea of getting out of the cabin. “Go run your ship, and I’ll meet you back here later.”

  She scooted out the side of the bed only to find herself falling to the floor, tangled in the bedsheets. She didn’t land with a bump though, she landed on top of a gloriously naked Trian, who’d zapped himself below her to soften the blow. Although not all of him was soft. His long, thick, hard shaft poked her butt.

  “I love morning sex with you.” He growled.

  Amelia rolled in his arms so she was eye-to-eye with him. Resting one hand on his chest and the other on the floor beside his head, she kissed her mate with passion.

  “You love any sex with me.” She chuckled, placing a kiss on the end of his nose. “But your people and ship need you.”

  Just as she finished speaking, Trian’s comm went off. “Trian here.”

  Amelia couldn’t hear who was talking, but from the frown that was getting deeper between his eyes, she knew it couldn’t be good.

  “Thank you, Iryano. Give me a few yens, and I’ll be in my office. Trian out.”

  Amelia pushed up against Trian’s chest and smiled. “Time to return to your ship, Captain.” Half of Amelia was gutted that Trian was returning to his duties, but the other half was glad. She needed new scenery. She also wanted to know what was happening with her ladies and Earth. “All I ask is you keep me informed about Earth and what your people are going to do, okay?”

  “Yes. I’ll make sure you’re there when I talk to the other captains about what is to be done.” Trian sat up, taking Amelia with him. He lifted with ease and sat her on the bed.

  Then, with a smile, he zapped to the other end of the room and plucked a black, tight-fitting uniform from a cupboard. Amelia watched with hungry eyes as her man pulled up the one piece to his waist, then place his arms in and seamed the top together. She hadn’t yet worked out how the Gracian clothes seamed so perfectly. There were no signs of zippers, Velcro, or anything like that, the clothes just seemed to seal together.

  Trian bent over and opened another door in the gray wall and tugged out his large pair of black boots. He pulled one on to each leg and seamed them up then ran his hands through his shoulder-length, brown hair and stared at her. Amelia sighed. Captain Trian was ready to get back to his ship. He looked so good in his uniform, but she knew what lay underneath and that made her wet.

  He took a few steps toward her before she placed her hands in the air and halted him. “You touch me, and we won’t be leaving this room for another day. Go. I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done.”

  He stepped forward once more.

  “Don’t you dare.” She giggled. “Go now. Scoot.” She shooed him away with her hands.

  He looked hesitant for a second before speaking. “I love you, me unum. ’Til tonight.” With a smirk on his gorgeous face he zapped from the room. He was gone.

  Suddenly the cabin seemed so quiet, and so loud at the same time. Getting up, Amelia dropped the bedsheets that were wrapped around her and headed for the shower with a plan. She would dress and go talk to her ladies to make sure they were well. Then she would seek out a good meal. Over the last few days, the food that Trian had ordered didn’t seem to get finished. It had been interrupted by sex, sex, and, oh yeah, more sex.

  She was glad for the futuristic medicine these Gracians had. She had no soreness after three days of near constant fucking. A tiny injection had relieved her slight discomfort on day one and continued to work after. Trian wasn’t a small man, and that flared, mushroomed head of his cock sure hit every nerve and space inside of her.

  After a shower Amelia dressed and headed out of the cabin. She stood in the corridor for a few minutes, stunned to feel as if she hadn’t walked the halls for ages. It had only been three days, but it felt so much longer.

  Amelia made her way down the hall of cabins, making sure she spoke to each and every one of her ladies. By the time she reached Bell’s quarters, Amelia was both tired and hungry, but she was pleased to know most of the women who’d been kidnapped along with
her were at ease with their situation.

  It would seem being surrounded by tall, alien hunks who fell over each other to assist them had helped a lot with that for some of them. There were, however, four women who hadn’t yet settled. Maggie was one of the group’s older ladies, and she had become so hysterical that she’d been sedated twice. Amelia was going to have to talk to Trian later to see if she could sort something out for her as Hover wasn’t happy to keep putting the poor woman out.

  As Amelia had been talking to Hover about Maggie he mentioned that he’d been checking on Bell and her unborn infant—the medic still hadn’t gotten the hang of saying pregnant. He’d shown Amelia several scans he’d taken of Bell’s fetus over the last few days. She was shocked to see not only was the baby seeming to grow at twice the speed of a normal fetus, but she had an iungo too. Hover could only surmise that because Bell was now mated to Knut and he was passing his energy, which contained his DNA also, the baby was taking on some qualities of a Gracian. Amelia knew she’d have to keep a close eye on Bell and her baby. There was no telling what was going to happen, especially with the baby growing faster than normal.

  Amelia pressed the door panel outside of Bell’s quarters. The panel activated a camera so the occupants of the cabin could see who was on the other side. The door whooshed open a moment later.

  “Amelia.” Bell smiled, greeting her with a tight hug. “You look great.”

  Bell released her and pulled her into the cabin. The door whooshed closed as they walked to the sofa. Sitting down, Amelia ran her gaze over Bell.

  “You’re glowing,” Amelia gushed. Bell looked fantastic, everything about the young woman glowed. “Knut is treating you well?”

  A blush colored Bell’s cheeks. “Yes. I can’t complain.” Her hands lowered and rested on the small mound of her lower stomach. “I think he’ll make a good father.”

  “Hover has already told me about the baby. Are you worried?”

  “A little, and I couldn’t wait to talk to you about it. Hover has been making daily visits to make sure we’re both well. I think he’s a little excited.” Bell giggled.

  Amelia was so glad to see Bell happy. She’d been worried about the lass. She had no doubt that Bell still grieved for her lost lover, but not as badly as she had been. They sat talking for a while about Bell and the baby and what might come.

  “But what about you?” Bell said, changing the subject. “The captain’s mate, huh?”

  Amelia blushed, remembering the last few days.

  “Bell?” Knut appeared at Bell’s side, strolling from behind her, where he’d just zapped into the cabin.

  Amelia felt her heart soften toward the male as she watched Bell stand and curl into the large Gracian’s side.

  “You’re home,” Bell said with a huge, gooey smile.

  Knut glanced between the two women. Amelia stood, suddenly feeling like she was intruding on their time together.

  “Sorry, I didn’t realize we had company. Greetings, Amelia.” Knut smiled and bowed his head toward her before grimacing. “I must apologize for our first meeting. I was rather hasty when I thought Bell was my spark. I know it isn’t much of an excuse, but I was close to flaring and panicked. I know now I should have gone about things in a different way for your species.” He turned his attention to his small mate and gazed into Bell’s eyes. “I intend to make up for my hasty behavior for the rest of our days.”

  Bell placed a hand on Knut’s chest and sighed. Amelia knew it was time to leave.

  “I’ll pop in later perhaps,” she said, turning and heading toward the door.

  “You don’t have to go,” Bell said.

  “She’s right,” Knut added. “You should stay.”

  Amelia placed her hand on the door panel and watched it open before turning back to the couple. “It’s okay.” She smiled genuinely. “I’m going to search out food anyway. Enjoy your time together.” Amelia winked at Bell, then stepped outside the cabin, the door closing behind her.

  She walked toward the galley; she fancied a huge hamburger. The chef had been pretty good at producing some of their human food, which she was glad for as she found the Gracian food rather bland.

  Chapter 14

  With a heart-wrenching feeling, Trian zapped into his office. He found that leaving his newly mated spark was harder to do than he could ever imagine. Not only because of his still rock-hard erection, but because he simply didn’t want to leave her.

  Spending the last few days with her had been nothing short of amazing. If it wasn’t for his best friend and second-in-command currently sitting in his office, Trian would have returned to Amelia. Instead, Trian smirked as he walked past his desk, knocking Iryano’s feet off the glass top.

  “Morning, Cap. Glad to see you’re back.” Iryano smiled. “A good couple of days, huh?”

  “As you well know.” Trian returned Iryano’s smile. Sitting in his chair, Trian stared at his friend, the smile dropping from his face. “Did you find it hard to leave her?”

  “Yes,” Iryano replied, his own smile disappearing. “I still do.” He sighed.

  After a few moments thinking of his mate, Trian metaphorically placed his captain’s hat on. “Okay, let’s run through a some of the important things before I have to read all the damn reports to see what you’ve been doing with my ship for the last couple of days.”

  “The reports are there.” Iryano sat up in his chair properly and pointed to the rather large pile of chrono screens to Trian’s right.

  Trian inwardly groaned. It was going to be one long arsed day.

  “But first and foremost, the reason I called you this morning is Pausey. He’s being an woogie again. He, as well as everyone else on the ship, knows you recently found your spark, but for the last few days he’s been insisting on seeing you. Everyone on board the ship knew you would be in seclusion and I would be the one taking your role in that time.”

  Trian nodded.

  “But it would seem my council wasn’t enough for Pausey. This morning he handed me a chrono screen with a formal complaint on it.”

  Trian picked up the screen Iryano pointed to. The screen flashed red at the edges, informing Trian it was indeed a complaint that would be logged into the ship’s data banks for all to see.

  Complainant: Pausey

  Accused: Captain Trian and second-in-command Iryano

  To Captain Fortua: Captain of the Hanja

  I am writing to inform you of a situation aboard the Gemorph. Over the last few days, I have tried to gain the attention of both the captain and second of the Gemorph over a serious incident, but neither have been available for discussion.

  I am formally requesting to speak to you about the cramped conditions of the officers aboard this ship. Since the arrival of the human females the officers have been forced to bunk in sharing cabins. This is unacceptable. We have the right for a bigger space to relax in being we have grafted harder to be in our positions.

  It is my proposal that half of these human females are given a place on your ship.

  I sincerely hope to hear from you sooner than the captain and first officer of the Gemorph.

  Pausey

  Trian threw the chrono screen across his desk. “Frinx, that male is a bane on our population. Why could he not get in contact with you?” Trian ran his fingers through his hair. He had to stop the brief but arousing memory of Amelia tunneling her fingers through it last night as he pounded his cock into her.

  “It’s all in my report.” Iryano pointed toward the pile of chrono screens.

  Trian glanced at the pile before turning his attention back to his second-in-command with raised eyebrows and a questioning look on his face. Iryano’s lips flickered, letting Trian know he was trying not to smirk.

  “To recap—as you were briefly informed while your spark was asleep—we were attacked by two Lesh ships. One of the Lesh managed to transport aboard the Gemorph. We have still to work out where they got the technology to do that. He was found
on level four with Zoe, one of the human females. We also have no idea how she managed to get clear of the officers’ deck.”

  Trian frowned. “I think Amelia has the answer to that, but she refrains from telling me. She says it is keeping Zoe from her depression. It seems the young human female is finding fun pranking one of our officers, do we know which one?”

  Iryano chuckled. “Basup. He has mentioned someone has been leaving or taking items in his cabin. The items that were taken were found in other places on the ship. For example, this morning his underwear was found laying on the kitchen tables. The chef wasn’t happy about that, although the other men were amused by it. We knew it might have been one of the human women since nothing like this has ever happened before, but we weren’t sure which one until Zoe was found with the Lesh. He was taken care of swiftly and Zoe was returned back to the officers’ level.”

  “Has Basup made a complaint about his items being taken?” Trian scanned the reports on his desk to see if another complaint had been placed.

  “No. In fact, he’s been rather quiet about the whole situation. Even when the men rib him about these pranks, he seems to go with the flow. He’s even been heard to say he likes the fact he’s been singled out over everyone else. He thinks the human female likes him.”

  “Another spark perhaps?” Trian asked, intrigued.

  “Maybe.”

  “So anyway, why has Pausey found it hard to talk to you the rest of the time?”

  “For the first two days of your seclusion I was dealing with the Lesh situation. Yesterday I was playing both catch-up and dealing with repairs and further security issues that Ausk had asked aid for. This morning was the first time I’ve managed to sift through the rest of the crap you deal with on a daily basis. You know what? I’m so glad I’m only a second. I don’t envy your job at all.”