Page 10 of Her Alien Prince
I’d released my wings before my escort began to speak. With a few flaps, I'd sent my musk spores for him to inhale. If he were attracted to me, that would have been an awkward situation, but his reaction to Mabel assured me that it was unlikely my spores would react with him in that manner.
Other than species with acute chemoreceptors, like the shol, who chuff and blow out the spores once smelled, my escort would not notice the spores until they were absorbed. There were only two reactions to the spores, either he had compatible chemistry that would make him want to mate with me... or, which I’d correctly suspected was more likely, he would fall asleep until the spores were attacked by his immune system.
Gaven's head lulled and snapped up straight as he slowly succumbed to the heavy sensation of sleep. He slapped his face to wake himself, but it would do no good. He would sleep. I wafted another spritz of spores his way for good measure.
"You seem tired," I said with mock concern while I approached to guide him down to one of the seats. There was no need to have him be uncomfortable when he passed out.
He mumbled, "Fucking krelin." I guessed he knew about a warrior's musk, yet he’d made no attempt to protect himself from this possibility with a breathing apparatus. In his defense, there really wasn't anywhere I could go without his authorization that wouldn't be quickly secured. Perhaps he would have worn a mask if I'd stayed in the palace? I shrugged. It was better that he hadn't prepared well, this way was much more gentle than if I’d had to knock him out with force.
And I would have.
I wasn't going anywhere, but one thing was certain. When Mabel's loh glowed, I felt a warmth that triggered my mating instincts. It shouldn't have been possible with an estreld, or any species outside of a krelin queen.
For just a moment, I thought I heard her voice in my head, “Why do I want you?” I must have imagined it, but what if it were real? I had to know.
Only the hive queen, only a mate, could enter my mind with my mental blocks up, and I'd long since learned how to sense the intrusion before it gained a hold. It shouldn't be possible. It should have been impossible. And with an estreld, no less.
Trying to open the door between the main shuttle bay, and the crew quarters, all I received was an annoying beep that signaled my rejection. She had locked the door. Frustrated, I paced the shuttle bay once more. Gaven's eyes were rolled back, but his lids didn't close, making him look like he was staring at me with amusement that Mabel had sequestered herself away from me, rather than be in my presence. I had scared her away with my rash words; I knew that. Gaven’s eyes still stared at me with a smugness.
"You mock me, even in sleep," I growled at him, closing his eyelids with my palm.
I wasn't good at this sort of thing. Any female in my hive would have gladly mated with me, but my queen never pushed for me to pick any of them. For that, I was thankful, but in truth, I was afraid my queen would attempt to bless my union and her enzymes would not encourage my mate's fertility. I would have one shot at mating. If it failed, my mate would move on, and I would have nothing. Even the warriors I commanded would lose faith in my ability to bring prosperity to Krelis.
Mating outside of Krelis was different. Since an estreld had no need of a larva sack, there would be no need to solidify our union in that manner. But this estreld wanted to use krelin mating rituals to assist her own spawn. And on top of that, she may have spoken to me through a hive’s bond... through a mate bond. Did the goddess of Lenkal see fit to gift me with a kansa mate?
I had to know if she could do it again, if she could speak to me once more.
Pressing my hand to the scanner once more, I heard the beep. Still locked. Lifting my hand, I replaced it several times on the scanner, creating a chiming effect that I hoped Mabel would hear on the other side of the door. The last time I replaced my hand, the door slid open to her pronounce snap, "What?"
When her green eyes met mine, she stilled, her pupils dilated with her approval at what she saw before she shook her head and turned back around with an irritated tone that seemed forced, "Oh, it's you."
I smiled, despite myself. The glands in my wings ached, wishing to spray her with my musk, but I held back. I didn't want her to agree to be my mate by force. If she truly was my kansa, then it was only a matter of time. I wanted more than simply a mate that was compatible with my biology. I wanted a mate that got to know who I was and chose to be with me anyways. Folding my wings back, their iridescent fibers reflected the light and camouflaged once more. I did not wish to scare her.
After apologizing, she seemed curious about my kan, scooting closer to me. I liked how she smelled, such a sweet and tangy scent that I could almost taste on my tongue. When I clucked against the roof of my mouth, my kan vibrated, and I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation of warmth pool in my gut enjoying her proximity. I leaned in closer, her words resonating, "What kind of things?"
I wished to feel her inside of my mind once more, hear her thoughts. "That glow thing you did with your loh. Can you do it again?"
Her mouth gaped open just slightly, like a delicious invitation I sought to dip my tongue into with a swipe, luring it to devour me. Most estreld females were a light coloring, but her skin was tan with just a hint of green, like she was meant to stand out from the rest. Males were flamboyant in so many jewel-toned colors, while the females’ only coloring was around their loh. It was all part of their mating rituals to attract one another
I didn't have the lure of vibrant colors to seduce her. On Krelis, the size of our kan and the display of our wings would interest a mate enough to bring them within range to inhale our musk. Proximity was considered consent on Krelis, and we'd soothe a mate until we consumed enough of their juices to create a kantos sack to deposit our fertilized eggs into. It was a lengthy process that new mates were given a leave of Lenkal, two weeks of mating in the hive's underground oasis within the Kai Mountain Range. I didn't have two weeks of seclusion to convince Mabel to be my mate, nor would I be given authorization to take her with me to Kai Mountain's oasis.
I needed her to open her mind to the bond, if I wasn't imagining things.
"No, I've never been able to do that before. I'm not even sure if I could do it again without being provoked," she said with a pant. Her breathing was labored as I leaned in closer, taking in the intoxicating smell of her that had my cock swelling with need. The only word I heard her say was that she needed to be provoked to activate her loh. If that was how I could trigger the mate bond, then so be it.
"Is it a defensive mechanism of estrelds?" I asked, while my wings ached to flex behind me. Everything in me wanted to display myself to her, show her what I had to offer, but I needed more. I didn't just want her to want my body. I wanted her to want me. All of me. I needed her mind connected with mine. Mating would be so much easier if she could feel what I felt and get to know my essence in an instant of true mate bonding. If I was right, activating her loh would give us that connection.
She licked her lips, and all sense of restraint snapped. Mabel gasped as my nose rubbed up the side of her own, then over the top and down the other side, brushing our lips as I passed. The buzz of my wings hummed behind me as they tried to lift me from the seat, but I held on to the handles on the chair and the wall behind her head, where she’d pressed herself. My eyes closed as our lips hovered so close that her breath was my own, and then her hand grabbed my kan once more, pushing our mouths together. Such relief. Heat gathered within my kan, pulsing down into my chest.
Our lips worked against each other in a frenzied passion, as her other arm wrapped around my neck, pulling her closer. Her other hand still gripped my kan, rubbing up and down, driving me mad with sensations that had me roughly gathering her up into my arms and grunting as I pressed her against the window.
Yes, I thought, needing to taste more of her. My hands sought to move her robes to the side, thankful that though the fabric was thicker than what many of her peers wore, it was still designed the same way. Long, flowing skirts with high slits and plenty of access points to seek out their mating entrance. With little effort, my hand found its way to where she throbbed for me, and slick liquid greeted my fingers as I explored her folds. This was so different than my species, having it already be dripping with fluids that should be in my mouth, delighting my tongue and readying my gland production. My throat ached to taste it. I plunged a finger into her tight entrance, feeling her walls squeeze around me, begging to be filled.
Fuck, my cock's knotting kan were pulsing just from thinking about being inside of her. I removed my finger slowly, then pushed it back in to feel how she molded to me with perfect synchronization. Her whimpers of pleasure quickly turned to hungry need as she nipped at my lip and sought more pressure with our kiss. Happily, I complied. Her hips ground into my hand as my pinky rubbed against a hardened bundle of nerves at the base of her folds that vibrated with my touch.
Withdrawing my fingers, I brought them up to my mouth and released our kiss to have her watch me suck off the viscous juices before they dried on my skin from the circulated air. Closing my eyes, I moaned as her taste activated the glands at the back of my throat. As I swallowed her essence, she pulled on my kan to bring me back to her mouth. My cock hardened further.
Mabel's body clamped over mine, her leg lifting over my hip before I returned my fingers to feel more of her. The gap was closed and her skirts were pushed aside as her pussy soaked my pants. My glands ached at the loss of her juice, wasted on the leather barrier between us, but the sensation of her rubbing against my thick cock was something I didn't want her to stop.
