by SJ Sanders
At least it was not entirely a human parade. There were also a couple other giddy VaDorok females who joined their little group. Judging by how pleased they were, Sara guessed not only had then been aware it was going to happen, but likely made a point to come out to the gathering for it. Sara peered at them speculatively. If they were anywhere near as far along as the human women were, their much larger frames were noticeably hiding the signs of pregnancy much better.
Tev trotted up and started barking orders like a weird-ass grinning field general for everyone to bare their stomachs. She shoved Sara to the back of the line with a wink. Both of Sara’s eyebrows went up but she stayed wordlessly in place. There had to be a purpose for Tev putting her there, she reasoned.
Vidok went down the line of females, with deft strokes painting each stomachs bright blue with the same pigment that was used on baby Buko. With each slather of paint he chanted to encourage the blessings of the gods upon the baby, that it would grow secure in the body of the mother until the day it would be bore into the tribe. He told the baby that the tribe welcomed it and was waiting for it. Told the young inside that he drew the bond of mother and father even closer. A bond which would expand even greater to include the baby once he arrived.
Sara found herself oddly moved. The ceremony recognized the individual life of each unborn wanted babe as a special gift to the community as well reaffirmed the love of the parents to each other and to the baby. Then she discovered quickly why Tev put her last. As the other females returned to their mates, Vidok lingered in front of her, ever so slowly painting her stomach with his fingers as he looked upon her with his heated silver eyes. A spark of lust went from smoldering to ignited in short order.
Setting side the bowl, Vidok lifted Sara up into his arms as the VaDorok began to eagerly cheer and yell bawdy suggestions to all the pregnant females as they were carried away from the gathering. Vidok loped back to their shelter, Sara giggling madly in his arms. It was a near thing, as given the way their lust burned, they almost didn’t make it back to their shelter fast enough before they collapsed on the furs in a mess of limbs.
Vidok didn’t utter a single complaint when Sara landed bodily into him. Instead, his hands stroked through her hair and across her neck and collar reverently, as if he were trying to memorize every detail. Without hesitation, Sara climbed up Vidok’s muscled body, reveling, as heat coursed through her blood, in the feel of the velvet fuzz of his pelvis, abs and chest. Stroking her fingers through the thick fur on his flanks and arms.
Beneath her Vidok shifted his hips, eagerly jutting up as she straddled his legs. His body desperately trying to slide her up the rest of the length to seat her at his groin. Sara balanced herself by gripping Vidok’s hip tightly with one hand. With other she stroked and tugged gently on his tail, making the silver of his eyes roll back in his head.
“No ulukski,” she leaned in and growled. “I promised you that I would make you forget what you were subjected to. So I am going to do everything she tried to do, but so much better. Uh...well minus any tail play from me obviously,” she arched a dubious brow as a shit-eating smile stretched across her lips. Oh yes, his body was definitely going to be her playground. Vidok groaned his surrender, panting heavily as he tried to remain still.
“That’s right,” she whispered as the tip of her tongue shot out to stroke the black fold of the slit containing his sex. “Hold absolutely still. Keep your cock in until I let you release it. I am about to rock your world.”
Attentively she trailed her tongue along each dark fold, lapping at the moisture slicking each, tasting the spicy musk of her mate. Vidok’s hips jerked in tiny spasms helpless under his erotic assault. Her tongue occasionally dipping in to tease the slit, lapping more of his body’s essence. Distantly she was aware of her mate thrashing his head, the coils of his locks whipping around him, the rough scrape of his horns against the leather tarp that served as the flooring.
When she felt that he couldn’t take it anymore, she curled her tongue against that spot her rival had manipulated earlier, and with a roar Vidok’s pelvis jerked up as the thick engorged length of his phallus spilled out against her cheek, copious amounts of pre-cum drizzling out. The damp heat of his cock was titillating as the brush of the bristles, his amitus, drew against her skin in hot silky tendrils.
This was hers. What was desired by other females. Sara felt powerful and desirable as she licked and swallowed down her mate’s shaft as her pussy wept slick down her inner thighs. She knew Vidok smelled it, smelled the heat of her arousal calling him, by the way he savagely growled, before releasing a guttural purr that made her cunt clench deep inside.
Her intensive erotic pursuit stuttered just briefly as she felt the plush length of Vidok’s tail sweep against her inner thighs to caress her sex. Her nether lips quivered in pleasure as the dampened fur repeatedly stroked them as it flicked over her clit. Sara couldn’t hold back the moan. Somehow Vidok was turning the tables on her.
“Vidok,” she gasped, “this is supposed to be for you. Me giving you pleasure.” Her fingers sank into the snowy fur of his hip, gripping tightly.
“Oh it is ulukska.” he growled viciously.
With a dominant roar Vidok flipped her onto her back on a soft mound of furs. Sara had enough rational thought surviving to be thankful that he had the presence of mind to send her into the furs rather than the hard leather tarp.
Once he had her pinned where he wanted her he assaulted her cunt with an unequal hunger as he ground his cock against a fur. His sharp teeth bit lightly at her clit sending electric bolts through her blood just before he caressed his textured tongue over it. Her whole body shivered and clenched. He dipped his tongue within her sex over and over, before spearing the thick length within her, the broad end of his tongue prodding aggressively at the soft bundle of nerves inside over and over until her hips yanked up and a scream tore from her throat.
Sara clung to the upper horns that curved back from his brow. Hung on for dear life, since with every play of his coarse tongue on her sex she thought she would die as one orgasm spiraled into the next.
“Vidok!” she cried out weakly. Even she could hear the want and neediness in her voice.
With a possessive growl, he yanked her knees up to where her heels were parallel to her ass as he slid his pelvis against her. Sara tilted her bottom up, seeking the relief that only her mate could give her. With a short roar of triumph, Vidok’s hips jerked forward, roughly impaling the length of his cock deep within her.
Although Sara had become quite familiar with sex play with her mate, his new aggression took her breath away. It was if he turned all the pent up anger and savagery within him, all the helplessness that he had been unable to rage about, and shifted that into his single-minded loving assault upon her willing body. Her bodily creamed heavily for him, excited by this new display. The brutal thrust of his heavy cock against her womb sending spirals of pleasure whipping through her as he snapped his hips.
When Sara felt his teeth firmly, but lightly, grip her shoulder, her body jerked as every muscle tightened in ecstasy. She allowed herself to go pliant beneath him as Vidok gripped her in a territorial mating hold as he pounded his brand into her.
Sweat poured from her body, mingling with this musky dampness of his own fur, their bodies wetly slapping together as he grunted and growled over her moans and ecstatic cries. His belly ground against her own, his velvety fuzz of his pelvis grinding into her clit with each thrust.
Vidok lifted her hips in his wide palms, finding a deeper angle and rutted into her eagerly. Sara locked her legs around his arms and screamed out her pleasure as his thrust sent her into an unending roll of orgasms. Her clit tingling as if it were repeatedly zapped. Finally he thrust deep and held himself there. Sara careened over the edge in one more powerful orgasm as the amitus swelled within her sheath, holding them together in their coital mating lock.
Carefully he rolled them over to their side, and cuddled her close to
him as he whispered words of affection and desire to her. Sara soaked in the warmth of his giant body, content as a house-cat, while they waited out of the affects of the mating lock. Her pussy clenching rhythmically around his pulsating shaft that pumped seed into her.
“What was in that stuff? I sure as hell hope we didn’t give that to the baby.” Sara whispered into his fur.
Vidok chuckled, “No my love. There is a sacred herb that is distilled into an elixir. This was added to the blessing ointment after the baby was blessed. It is sacred to Udari, the form Udula takes when she is inspiring love and mating bonds that give younglings. It reminds us to cherish our mates even as we cherish and love our younglings. The affects are always...erotic.” She felt his lips curve against her cheekbone.
“That is really beautiful,” she sighed, twisting one of his locks gently between her fingers.
An hour later as couples returned to the fires, all the males mated to the females in the preggo-parade had equally blue bellies, none of which was darker blue than that of Vidok. He merely smiled as Sara laughed uproariously as she wiped away tears of mirth.
***
In the early hours of the morning Sara reclined against the warm belly of her mate, watching through a hazy fog of sex induced bliss as the VaDorok slowly packed up their shelters and made for the hills so to speak. All except the human women and their mates. At the chief’s suggestion, those paired with humans stayed behind to wait on A’Jular.
When he exited from his ship, A’Jular did not look like a happy camper. Sara wondered why. He certainly looked pleased last night after a day vigorously trading. He had many goods already loaded to take back to Edokora. Sara’s eyes shifted to Borax who tightened his lips in concern. Obviously Borax was privy on some part of what was going on, judging by the look of concern creasing his face. Even Vidok tensed beneath her. Sara instantly became wary. The vibe seemed to carry among the women who all begin to stare at A’Jular with varying degrees of dread.
A’Jular paced before them, scratching at the ridge of his jaw irritably and his tail snapped viciously behind him. “Two things. First, I received communications from the Intergalactic Council. They cannot ignore the claims that the Agraak are leveling against the VaDorok. The Agraak are officially charging the VaDorok with kidnapping and unlawfully detaining mated females of the Agraak. Females claimed by elite families of Agraadax. These families are the ones pushing the complaint.”
He slapped the palm of his hand against his leg angrily, “They have invited a human ambassador to the Council to help deal with the matter. The Council will hear testimony from Earth, Agraadex and Dorok. At the urging of Edokora, they are also collecting testimony of the unlawful slave exchange of citizens of Earth to Agraadax. And to top it off, Earth is pushing its own counter claim.”
“What does this mean for the VaDorok and our mates?” Vidok asked quietly.
A’Jular sighed. “It means that the Council is requiring that all human females currently in the company of the VaDorok tribe be presented before the Council. Their mates are welcome to accompany them. All testimony will be collected and then the Council will convene and present their judgment.”
“Worse-case scenario?” Borax asked carefully.
“If the Council judges in favor of Agraadax ,all the human females will be considered property of the Agraak and immediately returned.” he stated.
Torok leaped to his feat with snarl, “They will demand we give our bonded mates...our young they are carrying within them?!”
A’Jular fixed his eyes on him, “Yes, but the Council will force an agreement that the Agraak return any VaDorok young after their birth.”
Another male, Kull, the male who was forced just the day before to keep his mate, Katie, from being stolen, growled. “Lies! They ripped an ill-conceived youngling from the body of my mate before. What would guarantee that they would not kill our young and claim some accident so to be able to immediately breed upon our mates? I will not have her suffer that again.
“And what of our mates?! No one can care better for Katie than me. The Agraak male does not love her like I do. The Agraak violated her repeatedly! He does not know her or care for what she has suffered. I will not allow the Council to force me to turn over my ulukska!” Kull spat out, viciously snarling.
The VaDorok males growled their agreement as they clutched their women closer to them. If A’Jular didn’t do something soon, he was going to have eleven panicky, raging males to deal with, Sara observed with some concern.
A’Jular was spared by a wave of Borax’s authoritative hand. “Silence. The Council has always dealt fairly with the VaDorok, so we will trust their wisdom and do what they ask for the time being.” He turned to the Edoka. “I trust they want us to leave immediately, and that is why you requested these families remain?”
“Yes,” A’Jular replied. “They are expecting us to arrive in three days. They provided just the minimal amount of time needed for traveling from her to there.” He paused. “This brings me to my second point of news. I have received news from my clan. My brothers will be meeting us to lend their support and aid. Perhaps with the voice of the Edoka supporting the VaDorok it may further sway things in our favor.”
Borax nodded gravely. “Very well.” He turned to his eldest son. “Balar, stay at the den with your mother and the younglings until I return. Your other duties are temporarily suspended. You will oversee the VaDorok in my stead until I return. Keep your family safe. Allow no male alone within the den. Be aware at all times of what is going on.”
Balar, the proud lines of his lean body showing the hallmarks of the chief he would someday be, saluted his father before turning to herd his mother back to the den. Nadar’s face crumbled. For a moment it looked to Sara like she was going to protest. But as she looked out at the human and VaDorok faces she seemed to reconsider. She smiled reassuringly at her people as she straightened and regally followed her son. Borax watched, a look of pride on his face. Sara understood that look. As the chief’s wife she represented hope, and that was something their tribe really needed at that moment.
Chapter 8
Vidok’s first impression of the Intergalactic Space Station was mixed. On one hand it was unnerving being in a metal machine suspended in the middle of nowhere. His body was in a constantly state of tension, just waiting for some alarm to go off announcing system failures. Or for some wall to suddenly open to pull them all into the depth of space.
On another hand, it was vexing having so many strange males of different species who wouldn’t keep their eyes to themselves. On the other hand he was comforted by the fact that the VaDorok were one of the largest species of the Intergalactic Union and if any male tried anything with his mate, Vidok wouldn’t break a sweat putting him in his place.
Sara, however, was endlessly fascinated. There was always something catching her attention. More than once Vidok was worried that he would lose her due to the way she stopped to look at whatever caught her eye at a given moment.
And it wasn’t just Sara. Many of the VaDorok males were having a difficult time keeping their wayward mates focused and moving in the same direction. A couple females proclaimed to hate shopping and were more focused on arriving to their destination, but even they were slightly distracted by the other species. Irido’s mate, Ellie, saw the trouble the others were having and laughingly observed that moving women through a market was like herding cats.
Vidok did not know what a cat was. Even Irido looked confused at his mate. That made Vidok feel a little better. Assuredly it was a very difficult creature. If the females were being likened to this creature for their vexing habit of distraction and wandering away, Sara was very much like one of these cat creatures. She was everywhere. When he tried to chastise her, she rolled her eyes at him.
“Vidok don’t worry. I will be careful. There is just so much new things to see, I can’t help but to rubberneck a bit.” She gave him a cheeky grin.
Rubber-what?
; Vidok rubbed a lower horn and decided it would be better, and save him a headache at this juncture, to just not ask her to clarify. Sometimes he thought she threw words at him just to distract him.
“Mate you will not stop. You will not rubber your neck or anything else. We are supposed to be arriving soon to see the doctor for something called a prenatal exam that the Council requires.”
She hummed and sagely nodded her head, and by some impossible feat she managed to twist it at the same time to look around. “Vidok, where did A’Jular go.”
Vidok grunted, “He said he will meet us. He went to hunt his kin down. Said something about how his youngest brother E’budar would be in the tavern, and the eldest of his clutch-brothers, Sha’melor, would probably be with him trying to pull him out.”
“Clutches?” Sara perked up. “As in eggs?”
Vidok repressed a bemused sigh at his mate’s voracious curiosity about other species. “Yes ulukska, the Edoka hatch from clutches of eggs laid by their mother.”
He growled at a tentacled male who attempted to grope his mate. Sara, mind running many paces a minute, side stepped the male without a thought.
“Soooo...he wants a human mate. We don’t lay eggs, so how will that work?”
Vidok chuckled, “I suspect that is something you will have to ask an Edoka, or an Agraak I suppose. They are both egg laying species, and you did note that there was successful reproduction with the Agraak.”
Sara slid to a stop, “Actually I did not know that the Agraak laid eggs. Well that puts a different color on the situation.” She winked at him. “Well let me go on record saying that I am pleased that the VaDorok do it the normal way and have live babies.”
He feigned shock, “Ulukska, but the VaDorok do lay eggs. You didn’t know?”
Several of the VaDorok looked at him, perplexed. Ladox outright grinned and slapped a hand over Trish’s mouth when she noticed and opened her mouth. The other females looked poleaxed at the very idea.
