Page 52 of Her Alien Delegate
I yawned and Pheyal lifted me to some place soft, while Broma's fingers did a pleasant edging push at my entrance to push more of his cum back inside me. My eyes were heavy with sleep, and I moaned, liking the way Broma lazily rubbed backand forth through my swollen lips. While I rocked against his hand to let that fuzzy warmth radiate through me in delicious waves, I nuzzled into Pheyal's chest. His cum became stickier, and I shuddered with a small jolt as Broma rubbed. I felt like it vibrated through my whole stomach, making my toes curl.
"My seed has thickened enough where you can sleep without worry," Broma said, settling on my other side. He nuzzled into my neck and inhaled my scent deeply.
I giggled. "What does that even mean?" Why would I be worrying about sticky cum? So what if we made a mess? We could just clean it up later. I was too tired to clean up now. Broma's fingers wandered in lazy strokes across my breasts and down my stomach, spreading the lotion of Vaquel's seed on my skin. It should have been gross, but I just snuggled in more and smiled.
Vaquel grunted from the foot of the bed at us, and Pheyal motioned to my legs. His eyes widened and then a big grin showed off his fangs as Vaquel moved my right leg over and rested his head on my thigh as he hugged my other leg. His finger traced my thigh and then he licked it with a groan. His ormete wrapped around my thigh and kneaded into my ass.
"Thank you for choosing me," Vaquel mumbled as he kissed my leg and his ormete rubbed all over as his nose buried near my clit, making me giggle with a squirm.
"Choosing us," Pheyal corrected as he pet my hair back from my forehead.
"Keep choosing us," Broma whispered into my neck, his tongue licking up to my ear contentedly.
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled my agreement as I laced my fingers through Vaquel's ormete on my stomach before falling asleep.
Chapter eighteen
Broma
"She's asleep," Pheyal stated happily.
"So is Vaquel," I added with my own yawn. I'd wetted my cock before, but I'd never bonded before her, and it was a completely different experience. "You were smart towait for this," I confessed. "It's nothing like giving pleasure to another."
"It was my father who told me it is different and encouraged me to do what you have done so that I know the difference."
"But you didn't?" I asked him curiously. Now that we were part of a shared bond, I felt more comfortable asking him these things.
"I believed him, and I wished to wait until I felt the undeniable urge that a bond pulls you to complete. It was so strong of a desire to have her so full of my seed that it overflowed from her. It felt like my very heart couldn't be contained and it was my way of giving her my strength where she became the very essence of what held me together. It was as my father described and better."
"It is much better," I agreed.
"Don't leave," Vaquel mumbled as he nuzzled into our mate's legs, covering his ormete in the residue of my seed as he slept. Evie seemed to pat his head, comforting him, but her breathing was too deep to be awake.
"Will he be okay?" I wondered with concern.
"He still thinks of his blood brother, taken by slavers many stars ago..." Pheyal sighed. "It would break him to have this bond rejected after he was forced to bond with the trill and then rejected for your safety in the Blue District. Too much for someone as sensitive as him."
"Vaquel?" I chuckled at the idea of such a strong male being sensitive, but I understood what he meant by too much loss for any warrior to take. It was a terrible feeling when I felt the ache of Evie leaving for the first time. If she left again, it would be the death of me.
"He is more growl than bite," Pheyal replied with a shared rumble that made our mate groan. We both stilled, not wishing to wake her.
"In the morning, I will meet with the commander to come to an agreement that I'm sure will be acceptable after showing him my mating mark."
"I request to join you, just in case they choose to duel. I won't allow you to be harmed before completing the bonding with our mate. The first seed is to bond. The second seeding will allow her to hold our offspring. She will need to be carrying your second seed to bond permanently and for the clans to accept her, and..." he stopped himself. This was the most he'd spoken to me in one conversation.
"We are brothers," I reminded him.
He kissed the top of Evie's head and his ormete wrapped within her dark, silky hair.
"And I don't want the same rivalry you share with your own blood brother to happen to our offspring."
My mouth was suddenly dry and uncomfortable. My brother Braukan was my younger brother, second offspring of our mother, meaning I am the only offspring that any unGor knows for sure who's seed fathered me.
Pheyal added quickly in my silence, "I know it has always been done to have the first offspring be from the first bond, but I wish to add my seed to yours so our offspring will not feel pressured to fulfill a commission, or our future offspring to resent them for simply being born first. It is our legacy to make, if we wish it to be."
He was right. Braukan might not have been as dedicated to destroying me if he felt he was more equal to me. But being the first offspring, and the only offspring that anyone knew for certain was that of a great commissioner, who only lived long enough to have me before he died on a mission to Delta Fal. Commissioner Gelbrauk. I was named after his father, and because of his death, my mother named her next son Braukan to memorialize him, even though he was not his offspring.
"My father was a great male, so I'm told."
