Tellan had to admit that he’d initially had great reservations when receiving his assignment from the Council. Earth was not as far advanced in most areas as the other worlds they’d traded with. Usually, when a world had not yet ventured beyond their own solar system, at the very least, the Mylos and their Alliance partners left them alone. The Council had, however, decided there were certain elements within human civilisation that made it ripe for mentoring. He also was aware of the fact that within the past forty-three years, the Mylos hadn’t encountered a new suitable species for genetic trade. That also no doubt played a part with their decision. Watching his mate adapt so readily to her change in circumstances made him see that the Council had no doubt made the best choice.
He looked over at her, where she sat reading in an armchair, using some sort of data pad which she said only held books. He rose from his own seat and walked over to her. Bending down to catch her attention, he asked softly, “Would you care for a cup of tea?”
She looked up at him, a look of pleasure crossing her features. “That, that would be great.“
He nodded and soon returned with two cups of the steaming beverage. He placed one at the small side table beside her. “Here you go. I hope I made it correctly. Milk and two sugars, yes?”
“Yes. I can’t believe you remembered!” He smiled back at her, proud of having pleased his mate. “Oh!” she said. “They’re so pretty!”
“Pretty?” he asked confused. The cups? The replicator had placed the tea in two porcelain cups with a blue floral pattern upon them. He wondered if he should look for more things he could perhaps gift her with that had similar motifs.
“Yes, your scales. They are such a lovely colour and look almost like mother of pearl, only with a yellow tint.” His hand flew to the side of his neck, his long, elegant fingers and thumb skirting his jaw. “No, don’t hide them,” she chided, her tone gentle. She laid her data pad behind her cup of tea, careful to not bump the cup of steaming liquid. She rose from her seat, reaching for the offending hand, her movements slow but determined, almost as if she were dealing with a skittish animal. He supposed that would not be an unfair comparison.
Everything about her urged him to caution. He had no wish to force her anymore than circumstances already had. Tellan found himself holding his breath as her hand at last made contact with his before slowly tugging his hand away from his neck. “Let me see,” she whispered. He lifted his chin, turning his head a fraction to better let the light play upon his neck, jaw, and temple. She maintained her hold on him while reaching up with her free hand and gently stroking the back of her fingers from his temple on down. “So soft,” she whispered before darting forward and pressing a kiss along his jaw. He groaned in response, the scent of her flooding his senses as he breathed her in deeply.
A gutteral hiss punctuated the fire that now lit his groin. Her eyes widened. “Oh, now,” she said, her own voice now holding a husky quality to it. “That is fucking hot.” She stood up on her tiptoes and playfully nipped at his lower lip. She licked the sting away before querying the seam of his lips with the tip of her tongue. He bent his head down, pressing his mouth against hers, lips parted. She opened to admit him, their tongues dancing languidly. Their breaths soon became harsh pants, Laurel’s hands now grasping his shoulders tightly, Tellan’s arms wrapped about her tightly, as if to bind her to him. All sense of inhibition fell away as they clung to each other, trying to fuse into each other’s very being.
Reluctantly breaking for air, Laurel gazed deep into his eyes. “I swear to God, if you don’t shag me now, I’m going to go mad.” The way she ground back against the hardening length in his trousers let him know exactly what she meant. That was reaffirmed when she yanked down on his shoulders, pulling to the floor with her. On the floor? Right now? He growled as she untied her wrap dress, letting it pool about her on the floor. He stood back up, toes off his boots before unfastening her trousers, kicking himself free of them. She licked her lips, her eyes hooded with lust. She unhooked her bra and wriggled out of her panties as he undid his shirt, kneeling upon the floor once more.
They crashed together in a harsh kiss. There was no finesse to it, raw wanting forcing their hand as teeth clacked, tongues duelled, and lips pressed and rubbed. He could feel her hands exploring his back, stroking along his musculature. All too soon, that was once more not enough and he pushed down flat against the floor. He moved his mouth to her chin, then her jaw, peppering kisses and nips along its length before teasing each of her breasts. Next was a long lick along her sternum. He could taste a faint sheen of sweat there, its musk purely Laurel. Her hands tangled within the short strands of his hair as she softly gasped, urging him on with soft, increasingly incoherent entreaties.
Laurel’s hips came up off the floor with a startled shout as he tongued her navel. He marvelled at it. Someday, she would bear him young and they, too, would have a cord tying them to their mother. It would be cut, releasing them into the world, and heal into a cute little button just like this. Perhaps he would implant the seed that would become their young today, even, with the coupling that was about to happen. He growled again, the ending huff carrying a faint hiss within it. He nipped her left hip before burying his head in the neatly trimmed curls at the apex of her thighs. The aroma of her desire was strongest here. He parted her folds and settled into feast.
“Oh my God!” she called out. He grinned, then pointed his tongue and began worrying the swollen nubbin he found. Laurel’s head thrashed from side to side. “Don’t stop! Please. Just don’t you fucking stop!” The bite of pain from the tight grip on his hair sent a tingle down his spine. He moved lower, delving in and out of the molten wet core of her, one hand splayed upon her stomach, holding her in place, the other having moved , the thumb pressing and rubbing her clit. She came with a shout. He knelt up, placed one ankle upon his shoulder, and lined himself up. Nudging her entrance with the tip of his cock, he asked her, “Ready?”
She nodded vigorously, bending her free leg at the knee to open herself wider. He pressed forward, his eyes watching her expressions carefully. She was tight and Tellan knew that not only were Mylos males much taller and generally more muscular than the average human male, but their genitalia was also proportionally larger. It would take care to first enter his female and allow her time to stretch to accommodate his girth. He entered in a series of short thrusts, each one a bit deeper than the last. Laurel rocked into him, chasing him as he retreated. After what seemed an eternity, he was firmly seated within, his balls flush against the globes of her ass. He paused, allowing her to adjust and when she wiggled impatiently, he drew back, nearly all the way out, before thrusting home in one hard push.
“Yes, like that!” she cried. He responded by setting a furious pace, her body shifting across the floor. He grasped her shoulders to minimise her slide , without faltering in his movements. The air filled with their harsh grunts and cries, the sound of skin on skin, until at last , she slid her leg off his shoulder and clamped both of her ankles around his waist, her back arching, eyes staring heavenward, unseeing. She keened and Tellan felt her walls tighten around him, milking his cock as she shuddered in ecstasy. He threw his head back and roared, hot cum flooding her insides.
Coming down from the heights of his own orgasm, he rolled them to one side, leaving his cock inside her as it was still half hard. Laurel gave a small wince as she wriggled one shoulder. “Let’s move to the bed and continue this. It’ll be more comfortable.” He slid out of her, causing her to gasp at the feeling of emptiness he left behind. Scooping her up, he carried her wordlessly to the bed, his dick already at full mast once more in anticipation. He had the feeling they might be at for some time yet, and resolved to follow up on a larger bed come morning.
Chapter Thirteen
Tellan woke up with a dull feeling in his shoulder and upper arm, his fingers tingling in an unpleasant manner. He blinked groggily, turning his head to take in the sight that made the discomfort worth enduri
ng. As the false dawn began to break over the sea depicted on the view screen, its light played across the smooth, dark cheek of his bride. Her long, dark lashes, full dark lips that were barely parted, and the mussed, short hair with its naturally kinked curls were nothing short of breathtaking. He shifted, careful to not jostle her awake despite knowing that the false sun soon would, bent over her, and ghosted a kiss upon her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open at that.
“Morning,” she whispered, a shy look crossing her features. She moved to sit up and winced. Concerned, he peered at her upper back, remembering their tryst upon the carpeted floor the evening before. He winced.
“Don’t move,” he told her. “Your back has friction burns on it from the carpet.”
Here eyes widened, then she began to giggle. “I have alien rug burn!”
He clambered out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom where he removed a pot of cream from a cabinet. Returning to the sleeping alcove, he held it up for her to see before unscrewing the lid. Laurel presented her back to him.
“What is that?”
“It’s a general purpose cream that helps heal minor scrapes, burns, and less serious cuts. You should be all healed up within a day.”
“Some handy stuff to keep about in a home first aid kit.”
“It is. We also keep some in a dispensary in the training room. Warriors training are prone to nicks from their blades, friction burns from grappling, and so on.”
He lifted his hands from her back and cast his gaze about looking for something to wipe his hands on. He mentally chastised himself for not thinking to bring a small towel and settled on rubbing the remnants upon the skin of his own arms. He felt Laurel staring at him and he met her eyes, waiting for her to speak. Something he had said had surprised her.”Did you just say ‘blades’? Are you talking about actual swords or what?”
“Yes, swords and daggers, yes.”
“So, not ray guns or phasers or whatever.”
“We do have such things, but when fighting aboard a space vessel, it is much safer to use traditional weaponry. A sword or dagger is not likely to punch a hole through a hull and vent all one’s air into space,” he explained. “Nor is it likely to accidentally go through a wall or other physical shielding and destroy a ship’s engine’s or lifer support system.”
Understanding flooded her features. “That makes sense. Actually, you know that TV show I keep talking about? There’s a species on there that fights with a traditional double bladed weapon.”
“I would be most interested to see that.”
“Maybe it’s now been added to the ship’s library?” she asked hopefully. “If it has, we could maybe watch some tonight.” She sighed. “I know we have meetings with officials from the Home Office regarding the registry offices, this afternoon. After Jamaica responded to my story by denouncing the trickery and gifting the Mylos with a building plot of vacant land in Kingston for one, they certainly got in a hurry to try to save face.”
“I’ll get you one of our data pads. Last night when I went to the relieve myself, I noted I had several notifications on my kunnarskyn. Canada has gifted us three plots and spaces within five local council office buildings. The United States has offered us an official embassy space in Los Angeles, Miami, and D.C., with us to pay them for each of them, it seems. The email address that you had set up yesterday is also being flooded with offers from various property owners around the world as well as messages from individuals who wish to express their opinions on yesterday’s broadcast..”
“Oh no. Is there someone who can help me weed through those for the ones I need to respond to and any that are from nutters?”
“They were sorted automatically. Each region was given it’s own folder with each nation’s offers for building space put into a subfolder. The rest of the messages have also been handled. Well wishes in one folder, the ‘nutters’, by which you mean irate persons espousing ill intentions or accusing you of treasonous behaviour, have been sent onto ship’s security and intelligence officers to investigate.”
Laurel’s mouth twitched. “Why, thank you, Jeeves.”
Tellan made a mental note to find out what a jeeves was. She had sounded pleased, though curiously also appeared somewhat amused. Probably an animal used as a term of endearment, he decided. “That still leaves you with much to go through. After our morning meal, we can adjourn to the conference room with my aide and see what is being offered.”
“Yes. I think that for places that aren’t being gifted, we should set up some kind of protocol as for type of locations, payment, and so on. Rather rude to ask you to buy, really, seeing as you’re giving extremely valuable tech advances.”
“For the chance of my fellow Mylos to gain such happiness as I’ve found with you,” he reminded her.
She climbed out of bed, not bothering to cover her nakedness. “My, you keep smooth talking like that and we’ll not get much of anything done outside of bed,” she said, walking to the dresser and laying out her clothes for the day.
He looked at her with regret. “I wish I could spend all day lost in you. You’re not too sore, are you? Other than your back?”
“Only deliciously so,” she called over her shoulder. He picked up the pot of cream and hurried after her, certain she’d underplayed her discomfort, judging by the small hitch in her step. “This is safe top use on delicate areas, including within. Parents of young often use it to soothe discomfort from wet and soiled swaddling.”
She took it from him. He didn’t miss the look of grateful relief that flickered across her features. “Great! I’ll have a water shower today if that’s all right. You won’t mind reapplying this to my back, would you?”
“No need, once it’s soaked as it has, only one application a day is needed.”
“Oh, okay.” She closed the door. He tidied the mussed bed and contacted ship’s stores.
“A larger bed, sir? There’s a selection, actually. Several furniture merchants have offered up a selection of their wares as gifts. I’ll send you a visual of what they’ve offered, it’s not just beds.”
Tellan smiled. “Can you send a data pad for Laurel to my quarters, please? We can start looking at them all and begin making selections.”
“Anything you choose before the midday meal can be delivered and set up by evening meal. I will make certain of it, personally.”
Tellan gave his thanks, closing the communication as Laurel came out of the bathroom. “Everything okay?” she asked him.
“Yes, I was just talking to our supply officer about a bigger bed.”
“Oh, goodness, yes. I think we’re past sleeping in different places, don’t you? Did he have one?”
“There is apparently quite a selection, and not just beds. He’s sending over a data pad now. I thought we could browse what’s on offer together over breakfast. Speaking of which, what would like to have them prepare you?”
“I thought I’d try some of that porridge looking stuff you were eating yesterday.”
He nodded, pleased that she wanted to sample Mylos cuisine. “No need to notify the mess hall, then. That is standard fare aboard ship. I’ll just refresh myself and get dressed, then.”
“Sounds good,” she replied, dropping the small towel she held in front of herself and picking up her panties. He hurried into the other room, suddenly needing to relieve himself as his body responded with great interest to sight of her nudity.
Chapter Fourteen
The supply officer had certainly not been exaggerating.Tellan and Laurel opened the folder of offerings and discovered that not only were there dozens of various beds in multiple sizes being offered, but matching dressers, nightstands, a plethora of soft furnishings not limited to bedding, living room suites, and even kitchenware already sitting at major airstrips around the world.
“Surely they knew we wouldn’t need all of these” Laurel said. Her heart heavy at the sheer magnitude of what would need to be said and done in order to return the unneeded goods back
to the companies who had sent them.All the while not incurring any ill will and injuring frail human egos. An idea struck her. “What if we choose what we wish to have, then use some of these things to give the registry offices a friendly feel?”
“Many of the registry offices on other worlds we trade with have couches, chairs, and small tables. There are certainly enough listed here to furnish dozens of such areas,” he agreed, “if not more. Once the first offices in several major cities have been set up, it will be time for us to hand over matters to the Bride Fleet and return to my home. If there is anything you wish to choose to furnish our home together with, please feel free to choose. They can be stored aboard ship.”
Laurel felt her heart constrict. She’d known that they’d be leaving, but it all felt far too soon. Her appetite fled her and she pushed her bowl away.
“We can return to visit your family, and we can arrange for them to visit us in turn. There will be shuttle flight back to our home system, both for the transport of personnel as well as supplies,” he reassured her.
“There will?”she sniffed. “But, how long before I’d get to see them? We usually have Sunday dinner at me mum’s as the restaurant is closed on Sundays. Plus we see each other every day at the restaurant.”
“As soon as you’re settled and are ready. I’d never dream of making you wait a long time.”
She twisted around her seat, the data pad clattering to the floor as she flung her arms around him. “Thank you! I can’t live without my family!”
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