Page 57 of Her Alien Delegate
Before I could answer, Vaquel offered his hands and took mine in them with a soft squeeze that comforted me. "I've got you." Then he nodded to Broma to finish.
He pushed the first ball on the strap, and it popped open like a suction cup. Delicately, he placed the suction on my slit, and I squirmed at how sensitive I was, but as soon as it latched, I had a sense that it was calming my overstimulation.
"How is that possible?"
"It will hold your nerves in place, so they are not brushing against things and causing you to crave us before you are ready again."
Then the next, larger ball slid across the strap as he got it into position. He pressed it at my entrance, and I moaned as it eased inside me. His finger moved the skinny strap through my ass cheeks like a thong, and then I gasped as the final smaller ball was pushed into my butt. I heard the click of the strap being fastened to the back of the strap resting at my waist.
"And I just walk around like this?"
"Yes, it should feel secure and help ease the need of mating until we can bond again."
Vaquel tugged me forward while holding my hands as if to get me to walk and test it out.
As my foot stepped forward, I felt the way the ball in my vagina rotated with me, sending a lovely thrill zinging through my body, but I didn't have any fear or urge to hold myself to keep their seed in.
"I thought it would take away the pleasure?"
"It's not meant to," Broma said while standing. "The suction will dull the nerves, but the plug serves two purposes: to keep our seed in and ease your worry, and to stimulate you just enough to prevent the buildup of your body thinking you've stopped mating too soon. Consider it like a reminder that you are safe and will mate again soon."
Pheyal held out the harness for my chest with little suctions for my nipples, and a guard flap that seemed to sit on my shoulder.
"What's that part for?"
"We will wish to use this part of your body to bite you to complete the bonding ceremony. This is to protect you from any harm to come to that skin."
Strange enough, once I was all strapped up, and covered in a robe, I did feel comfortable, and I appreciated that lovely warmth with each step I took.
Wren-Kal wasn't waiting outside our door as we left, but he was hovering in the same meeting room we'd come from the day before, along with Commander Roe-el.
"My mate cares for Girl," Roe-el spoke, and I nearly choked, remembering I still haven't corrected him on what my name was.
"Only Violet calls me girl," I interjected with a smile. "It’s a term of endearment for friends, but my name is Evie."
"Evie," he corrected himself. "Violet wishes for you to join our tribe, care for our offspring, and stay by her side."
I nodded, wanting that too. We had agreed, and she must have told him about that.
Then Roe-el glared at Broma. "You have disrespected our tribe by marking claim on a female bonded with a commander's mate. I've been informed recently that her contracted mate has been respectfully developing a bond without using mating lures like you have clearly violated."
"Like you have clearly violated," Broma corrected him, alluding to the way he had claimed Violet himself.
Roe-el's voice rose as he restrained his annoyance. "This ship is under tribal law, Commissioner. You are considered onforeign soil as a diplomat with only the rights that I extend to you. Your contract is void, but ours is still very much enforceable."
"Enforceable, you say?" Broma didn't get riled up by the threat, but I felt uncomfortable with the rising tension. I rocked my hips on the chair, feeling the comfort of the ball rotating inside me from my harness.This contraption was heaven sent, I thought, as I gripped the chair arm tightly, trying to stop myself from moaning.
Chief Wren-Kal growled at the wall, his fists creating indents in the metal behind him.
"She's clearly under the influence," Roe-el continued. "Humans are more sensitive to rutting; they flush at the mere mention of it. If you wish to prove your claim is stronger than Chief Wren-Kal's, then you will allow him to give her his blood and see if she ruts with him, too."
"Excuse me?" I sobered up from the pleasure tingling in my core.
"Agreed. But you will keep your word, as that is now of greater value than your contract to an unGor, and to the agreements we have with the Trillume Authority."
"Agreed?" I stood up from my chair in annoyance.
"It is settled then. Wren-Kal has been evaluated by the Medic Ul-Ro and his medication to prevent rut has already been cleared from his system, he will be ready for a Rakture by the time we reach Necias Prime, if not sooner," Roe-el said with dismissal. He ignored my annoyance, and proceeded to say, "Would you come with me, Evie? I'm sure my mate would appreciate hearing your voice as she rests."
