Page 19 of Bound By the Vori

Kim swayed into them, rocking her body wildly, her body gleaming with moisture. Her cunt bore down on him, squeezing him as she sank down on him. His barb scraped against the seam of her ass. He needed desperately to hook. It fumbled in his desperation, making him growl with frustrated want. Kim’s fingers curled around the base of the barb, taking it into hand, and dragged it firmly back to her bottom. Leaning forward, pressing his cocks into the furthest recesses against the mouth of her womb, she slid his barb into place so that it teased that intimate space before releasing him to bury it home. He shouted his pleasure as he did so, his lust rising in a quick surge with their mingling pheromones.

Kim growled lustfully above him as she lifted herself up and sank down upon him again and again, her eyes brightening with her mounting desire. Gripping his tail with her hands, she lost herself in her passion as she rode him, her wild swaying and the squeeze of her cunt, drawing on his shafts as the first tremor of fire sparked in his belly. It rose higher within him, snapping as it curled and flared within him with little starbursts. The pressure within his salet as his seed rose made him gasp and lurch up, his chest brushing hers as his mouth found her skin, tasting it as he savored being lost in the ecstasy that swept over him.

Sucking on her neck, his tongue flicked, tasting the flavor of her, pheromone rich. He undulated his hips, meeting her strokes as his crown coils swept over her, curling and tightening as his tail gripped a little harder, locking her to him as they moved more ravenously, climbing that peak of pleasure together. Kim stiffened against him and threw back her head, her cunt bearing down on him, grasping and squeezing him rhythmically as she cried out her release.

It flooded over and through him, drowning him in her scent and flavor, tipping him over the edge.

Snarling, he gave into his need, sinking his fangs into her, pumping his venom his body made for his mate even as his cocks spasmed and jerked, pumping his seed into her. Just as before, the heat of his venom and seed sent her over again, her shout of ecstasy mingled with his so that he seemed to drift in an endless sea of pleasure bound with his mate forever.

Sixteen

There was a box on the small table Kim used for a desk. Why was there a box there? Did Zana put it in there? She glanced toward the princess, surprised to find the female absorbed in reading her datapad. Kim’s brows rose in surprise as she passed and noted that it was a human novel, but her lips twitched when she noted the title.

Dracula.

That wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when she challenged Zana to read a human book every week cycle. Although she allowed the princess free rein to choose her own books as a means to encourage her, Kim’s initial suggestions had been more along the lines of literary greats that highlighted the human experience through various points in history. A fictional tale of an undead creature of folklore was definitely far to the left of that.

And yet she had to smile at the rapt expression on Zana’s face as her eyes skimmed over the words. It gave her an idea. It would be an excellent segue into touching on folklore and myths. Those were just as important to human identity as anything else. The vampire lore would no doubt capture the female’s attention. Perhaps they’d actually be able to have an enjoyable session.

Deciding not to interrupt, Kim continued to her desk and set her bag down, her eyes fastening once more on the colorful box sitting there. It looked something like a gift box. It was a little different. It appeared more like it was constructed out of layered and dyed organic papier-mâché than the typical box wrapped with colorful paper that humans used for gift-giving. Yet it was similar enough that it sent a tingle of excitement zipping through her. Her eyes cut toward the door. Rykaal and Sijhord’s large bodies took up most of the space. At that same moment, Rykaal turned slightly and smiled over his shoulder at her. It lasted only a heartbeat, but her eyes widened with in sudden epiphany and she grinned down at the box in front of her.

Of course! Rykaal. He must have left a gift for her. Sijhord wouldn’t have had an opportunity to do so since he didn’t leave the nest until she did, but Rykaal left at a much earlier hour to begin his duties for the day. He must have had something ready to surprise her with. She didn’t know what the occasion was. It wasn’t her birthday. And she hadn’t heard of any gift-giving holidays coming up. She was certain that if it was Sijhord he would have blabbed about it. He was the least subtle male she knew. If there was a plan to give her a gift, he would have happily told her about it by now.

But it would be just like Rykaal to surprise her with a gift for no reason. She thought back to the tiny gifts he had surprised her with. The male was as sweet as the little treats that he sometimes picked up from the market to bring home to her. She did a quick calculation in her mind, and her smile grew as she quietly chuckled to herself. How had she not realized? It had been exactly one lunar cycle—or one month in human terms—since she arrived. It was an anniversary of sorts—the sort of cute little things that teenaged girls counted down on Earth and not something she would ever give a whole lot of thought to as a grown woman. It would be just like Rykaal to want to commemorate the first landmark of their time together if he heard that it was in some way celebrated in human relationships.

The Intergalactic Web certainly gave him as much access to learning about human culture as it provided Zana, with tons of media resources for learning about various human customs. All he would need to do is look up human relationships and courting rituals and he would have had a bevy of material from around the world. If it was one that was a little frivolous, she wasn’t going to complain.

With another furtive glance toward Zana to make sure that the female was still absorbed in her reading so that Kim felt a little less guilty about delaying their start to open a gift, she quickly popped off the lid and gasped at the contents. The potted plant tucked inside had a deep purple foliage, marked with brilliant patches of bright violet. She vaguely recalled that on Earth plants with darker leaves were believed to do better in places with less direct sunlight. She wondered if that was the case with plant life on Vora as well. She would have to look up the species for its proper care. Their nest had a variety of different lighting, so she was certain that she would be able to find a good spot for it. She was saying just the other day that they ought to bring in a few plants to soften the austere appearance of their home.

It seemed that Rykaal had paid attention.

Although she had intended to get something that was a bit brighter in appearance—or perhaps even something flowering—to bring more color and life into their home, she absolutely loved the gift. There was something almost velvety soft about its appearance that begged to be touched. She heard of people having sensory gardens before with plants chosen for their scents and textures, but she really hadn’t seen the appeal until now. She itched to see if it was as soft as it looked.

Reaching into the box, Kim carefully lifted the plant free and hummed with delight at its appearance as she set it on the desk. It was gorgeous! The violet splashes on its elongated teardrop-shaped leaves had looked vivid enough within the dim interior of the box, but now that it was exposed more fully to the room’s light it was breathtaking. The darker purple took on a radiant plum-like sheen, the small velvety hairs practically shimmering in the light, and the streaks of violet were of a radiant hue that she’d only seen in synthetic fabrics on Earth, never in nature.

“Oh. You are here,” Zana groused from behind her, her observation followed by the soft click of her datapad being set down.

Kim smirked. Even the princess’s churlish attitude wasn’t going to spoil her morning now. “Yes. Are you ready to begin? I noticed that you were reading Dracula and thought you might like to discuss it.”

“Discuss… vampires?” Was that a sound of intrigue in the princess’s voice?

Kim nodded as she continued to admire her plant. “Vampires are one facet of human cultural expression through lore and myths in the way humans have historically understood and related to their world. I think you might find it entertaining.” Her lips curled as she recalled the way vampire movies had thrilled her and her friends. A dark room, a bowl of popcorn, and a flick with a blood thirsty creature of the night.

“Oh. I… Yes,” Zana agreed in a sullen voice that couldn’t quite hide the thread of excitement within it. There was a faint rattle of her tail twitching, and then, “Are vampires real on Earth, or are they like our Nadrak?

“Nadrak?” Kim asked, a curious smile tipping her lips.

“Blood spirits. Some say that they are only myth, but I heard one of the guards swear that he saw one in the deep jungles where they live.”

“I suppose it depends on who you ask with vampires as well,” Kim chuckled as she turned to head toward her comfortable seat beside Zana.

Unable to help herself, she stroked one of the leaves in passing and shivered at the silky, crushed velveteen texture. She glanced at her fingertips, noting that a shimmer of the fine hairs had transferred to her finger like the hairs from a butterfly’s wing. She smiled at the shimmer, but her smile slowly slipped as the colors began to distort. Her eyes widened in panic as everything with her vision grew painfully bright as it twisted and the shadows menacing with dangers that she could see peeking out at her.

This was not right. There was something wrong with her. Her breath hitched and became more labored, and she gasped and panted as her gaze snapped toward the door and her mates as panic flooded through her. Neither male turned toward her nor glanced her way. Rykaal and Sijhord still had their backs to her, but as she stared at them, they grew more menacing. Their huge bodies blurred and seemed to twist frighteningly until they were grotesque parodies of themselves.

Her throat tightening painfully, she gasped in a vain attempt to draw in air, barely able to breathe as she whirled around to Zana and reared back. The princess looked up from the datapad she had apparently begun poring over again, a faint smile curling her lips. That smile stretched and grew hideous and evil as she met Kim’s eyes, her red eyes glowing with volcanic embers as her slender form twisted and bled into the colors of the environment, becoming monstrous. The female cocked her head as she regarded her.

“Are you well, Miss Kim?”

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