Page 25 of Kameer's Mate
Heated anticipation quivers through me at the prospect of claiming this secret part of her, and I resolve that I’ll begin her anal training soon. In addition to the strap, I will use a materials replicator to make a set of plugs for her shy little bottom hole.
The visual image of violating her pucker with my upper shaft sends me over the edge, and my cock pulses faster within her, torrents of seed spilling into her tightness as I give the last few thrusts. It’s pure ecstasy, coming inside her. As close to the Star Gods’ dimension as I’ll ever get.
As the sweet relief of completion settles over me, I withdraw from her center with careful movements, mindful of her probable soreness. After breaching her hymen during the first claiming, I’d yielded to my baser desires and fucked her as hard as I pleased.
I step back and peer at her seed-coated pussy and thighs, basking at the sight of her so thoroughly glazed in my essence. Beautiful. Perfect. Her pussy remains swollen, and her bottom cheeks are still red from her recent spanking. She’s the ideal picture of a conquered bride, and that’s exactly what she is.
I turn her over and lift her in my arms, then carry her to a plush chair that faces the viewscreen. I sit and hold her onmy lap, reveling in the intimacy of the moment. Limp in my embrace, clearly exhausted, she rests her head on my chest and closes her eyes.
While I’d planned to claim her a dozen or more times tonight, I can’t in good conscience torment her so. My only compulsion now is to comfort her. Yes, I want to tend to her, to take care of her and show her that she already means something to me.
She’s my mate and the future mother of my offspring, and our lives will be forever joined. Not only does my honor dictate that I must care for her, but there’s a compulsion from deep within, an instinct so strong I cannot fight it, nor do I want to.
As I hold her and stroke her golden locks, I’m aware of her every exhale against my chest, a slight tickle that endears her to me even more.
My gaze falls on the Darrvason fleet, and I stare at theRorrsaas I contemplate bringing her to the ship I’ve called home for the last twenty-five years.
After the war against the Yelltizins broke out, I was ordered to serve on theRorrsa, and sadly, forced to leave Xersonna behind on planet Darrva where I mistakenly believed she would be safest. It was during the war that I moved up the ranks quickly to become the chief engineer.
If not for my natural talents and genius, I likely wouldn’t have managed to acquire a female from the human worldship.
Even after the final wave of two thousand women are given to my people, thousands of Darrvason males will remain unmated. But the human females have brought us hope. For the first time in years, my people are no longer at risk of dying out.
In a few decades, the Darrvason Empire will be stronger than ever, and I’m grateful that I’ll be part of the progress.
I press my face to Mandy’s hair and take a deep inhale. A floral scent clings to her, sweet and fragrant. I can’t get enough.
But she’s on the verge of sleep. I can sense it as her breaths become more shallow, and I stand and carry her to the bathroom. Once I’m certain she’s awake enough to sit, I set her on a chair beside the shower and start the water.
I offer her a gentle smile as she blinks sleepily at me. She doesn’t smile at me in return, and I start to wonder if she’s simply physically tired, or if she’s weighed down with heavy emotions.
Does she regret mating with me?
Not that I gave her a choice…
Fluxx. Once again, I long for the completion of the heartbond. But it won’t occur if I keep showing her mercy by only claiming her once or twice in one evening. I resolve that tomorrow and the next day will be different.
I check the temperature of the shower spray, then I guide her into the stall with me. While I like the idea of her constantly covered in my blue essence, I know it wouldn’t be practical for her to sleep in such a state.
We stand under the warm spray, and I turn her in a circle under the flowing water. My shafts go instantly hard as I watch rivulets cascade down her breasts. I turn her around and observe the water running over her red, punished bottom. My scrotum vibrates faster and I long to plunge inside her again.
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
Using a washcloth, I work a lather of soap over her body, taking special care to clean the area between her thighs. She remains silent but occasionally blushes or gives me a shy glance.
I help wash her hair, then I finally tend to myself while she remains close under the wide, luxurious water spray. I’m not certain what the quarters of non-Founders are like, but I’m grateful I was given a well-appointed room at the emperor’s insistence. I want only the best for my mate, and I resolve that our home on 58-Zallnanis will be large and opulent. I alsoresolve to dress her in clothing constructed of the softest silks created by our most skilled tailors, as well as drape her in rare jewels. Thankfully, the five hundred thousand galactic credits I used to purchase her was only a small fraction of my wealth.
I finish rinsing off and turn to face my pretty human mate, and just as she meets my gaze, her eyes widen and she quickly moves her hands away from her backside. Rubbing. I’d just caught her rubbing her sore, punished bottom.
I bite back a grin. “Here, little female. Allow me to help you.” I turn her around under the water spray and commence rubbing her ass cheeks.
She gives a fatigued whimper but doesn’t protest, and I relish the activity of helping to ease her soreness, never mind that she’d earned this spanking with her rebelliousness. I decide to apply more soap to her bottom, and I delight in working up a nice lather of bubbles overtop her reddened flesh. I even pause to draw her cheeks aside so I might tap at her puckering hole.
She gasps and tries to step away, but I wrap an arm around her front and pull her back to me, then I continue my explorations of her anus, nudging my finger against this private part of her while she whimpers and trembles.
“I want to test the tightness of your back hole, Mandy. Hold very still and let me inside.”
“Oh!” She wiggles in my grip.
