I blinked, frowning as they stared at me uncertainly. I turned to Dak, "Something is off. I will see Vamish come morning if I cannot discover what is wrong." He looked concerned and I did not blame him.
Gin
Seeing Tonakk help gently clean and comfort the newly born qaf affected me in strange ways. Suddenly I found myself wondering what he would be like around children. He was nothing like I had originally thought, and now I found my view of him shifting.
Knowing he was an established trader peaked my interest. Seeing what he created on his craft, for those he employed, made me rethink what was possible for my own future. His referring to the others I protect, as my 'family' and me as their 'leader' made me see things in a completely different way. He now knew the truth about my life, and not once did he look down on me. Through his eyes, I was someone of value.
We were sitting in the commissary, away from others, talking. He filled a tray with several meals for me to try, and we were working our way through them, sharing.
He spoke to me about his family, how he ended up becoming a trader, and about the fact that his Greater Gobi was 'adopted' into his family. He told me about her reputation in matchmaking, which intrigued me, and it turns out that most of his family is in trade. That was how they originally met Gobi, a very long time ago.
Then he asked the question that started all of this, "What happened that you ended up in my trade compartment, and what do we need to do to make sure you remain safe?"
I didn’t know when it became 'we' instead of just me, but it was nice not to feel alone for once. I spent my life until now taking care of others, with no one to ever look out for me.
"It started when I managed to upset a pack of Gahzak, after I bumped into their leader. I lied and sent them in the opposite direction of where I was going and I ended up deeper in the throngs than usual. You know the area where they have the storage units for trade, interspersed with places for small crafts to land? Across from the sales stalls?" I waited for him to nod, that spicy flower aroma seemed to waft from him after I mentioned the Gahzak's. They are known troublemakers and not overly intelligent. "Anyways I stuck close to the storage sheds for cover, when I heard my friend Vleskun call for me to assist her. She is a Pon and she sells scents for skin, like the one you are wearing." He blinked at me, looking confused for a moment before his eyes widened.
"I am not wear-"
"So I saw her and waved, and headed to her when I saw movement to my left, between a craft and a storage unit. I saw an Exarc with a small handheld item, speaking with two Terrans. He pushed a button and they hit the ground, and he had two youngers start hauling the bodies away. He saw me and aimed his device at me but the crowd shifted and I got shoved out of the way." I stopped to take a drink. He was leaning forward, agitated. "That spiced flower scent is really potent, is that something you are selling? I'm amazed other people are not commenting, it's strong enough to fill a room." I looked around us.
He looked greatly unnerved at my mention of the scent, so I shrugged it off and chose to ignore it.
"Anyways, when I got shoved accidentally, I ended up out of his line of sight. So I quickly ran through the crowds looking for a storage unit with boxes where I could hide from him. It turned out to be yours. I was in the back corner behind the stacked crates, and there were empty crates in front, which made for double protection." I looked at him, "I owe you a debt of thanks. If not for your storage unit, I would likely be dead right now."
His features were unreadable but I would swear he seemed bigger than before and like he was schooling his features.
"If I cannot reach the UGP to tell them my account of what occurred, and have them locate the murderer, he may still get the chance to finish trying to kill me." I said it nonchalantly because it was just a fact. But to the Sitor across from me, you would have thought his entire family line was in danger.
He was practically vibrating in distress. His chest expanded, his horns seemed to lengthen and curl, a thick dark gray stripe appeared on both upper arms and around his neck. His talons lengthened and sharpened practically into claws, and his fang teeth elongated. The area flooded with spiced floral scent. And possibly the smell of my urine because right now I was completely fucking terrified. What broke the Sitor? He was perfectly fine before now!
I semi-discreetly threw a chunk of bread at someone's head. She startled and turned to me. I mouthed at her to, "Get that Vamish Rector guy and a patrol guard. Now!" She looked at Tonakk and promptly jumped up and ran. Others looked to see what happened, took one look at Tonakk, and also sped away.
Cowards. Leaving me here with an enraged murderous Sitok that may now decide it's as good a time as any to kill me before the murderer does.
I didn’t make a single move. I didn’t make eye contact. I did glance through the sheer wall to see if anyone bothered to actually go get help, and took back my evil thoughts when I saw guards escorting a white-robed humanoid with silver skin, to the entrance of the room. I was just going to sit there and see how my last moments of existence played out.
I genuinely liked Tonakk, and had no idea how to help him right now. Or why he turned into the murderous version of his species and may now want me dead. If I had to admit it, this really stung my heart.
Staring blankly at the plate in front of me while the guards and that Vamish guy organized behind Tonakk, did me little good. Before I could control it, a tear rolled down my cheek, falling onto the table.
A roar went up and I startled, meeting Tonakk's gaze. Bright blue illuminated his eyes, amongst the other changes, but what I noticed most was the look he was giving me.
He wasn't angry, he was distraught.
Suddenly he was up and at my side of the table, pulling me to his lap and holding me to him protectively.
Wait – what?!
His new position allowed him a better view of the guards and his doctor, all trying to gauge his reactions. He looked sorrowfully at that Vamish person and said a single word, "Mine."
"You are scaring her…" The doctor gently murmured to him. "If she is your mate, if it your job to protect her, not to make her fear you."
Clawed hands gently ran over my hair and arms, trying to soothe me. A cheek rested to my head. I could feel him sniff me.
"Mine," he murmured again, this time to me.
I looked up at him. He thought I was his mate.
"Care to tell me what is happening right now?" I asked Vamish.
"Are you frightened?" He asked me in rebuttal.
To my own surprise, I was not. I shook my head at him and he looked relieved.
"Does he smell differently to you, if you smell him?"
"Only that spiced floral scent he is wearing," I shrugged.
"He is wearing nothing. That is his bonding scent. It only releases and begins his body changes once he discovers his mate."
Mate? Me? I blinked at Vamish before hesitantly meeting Tonakk's eyes.
"Who, me? Are you sure…?"
"Mine," He cuddled me closer. Not gonna lie, it felt very, very nice being held.
"May I ask what triggered the completion of his mating surge?" Vamish appeared to be taking notes.
I shrugged, "I was telling him I needed to report a crime to the Unified Governing Patrol or that the murderer I saw will come after me.
Tonakk clutched me to him, a low growl emitting from deep in his chest.
Vamish winced, "A threat against the life of his mate? That would certainly cause a mating surge." He finished his notes and put his reader away.
"So um… what do I do about this?" I flipped my gaze between Vamish and Tonakk, then back again.
"Finish the mating, of course." He turned and walked away, taking the herd of security with him.
Yah, that was officially NO HELP, you asshole. I sighed.
"So, do you want to explain to me what he means by finishing the mating?" I dared to meet Tonakk's eyes.
He slammed his mouth to mine in a searing kiss.
Tonakk
Mine. My mate. I have a mate!
The primal part of my being wanted nothing more than to take her to my pallet and not leave our room for an entire turn. The realistic part was insisting we would need to reach out to the UGP in the morning, virtually, so that she could make her report. She was mine to protect and I took that responsibility seriously. Harm would come to her only over my freshly killed carcass, and that of my brethren. She would remain on my ship – OUR ship – surrounded by protection, while this took place.
I also understood we may need to remove her people from under that factory and see how to unify them with my people, but that could wait a day or two to discuss.
Right now she was in my arms and I was headed directly to our chambers. I could feel the physical changes my body so quickly underwent, and it fascinated me. My skin felt tight from such sudden growth, and I felt stronger. I would need to be more careful while mating.
The idea that she scented me, that only my mate would know my scent, was an odd source of pride. And in return I scented her too… I could smell her wet heat and it was affecting me greatly.
I got the portal to our rooms opened, demanding it to close and seal behind me as I went straight my room. Our room.
I no sooner rested her on the sleeping pallet when I felt her arms entwine about my neck and pull my mouth back down to hers. Her mouth opened to mine, tongue slicking over my own as our mouths mimicked what we both now wanted badly to do.
Her hands stroked over my shoulders and chest, sparking arousal in ways I had never experienced before. Would her touch always feel this way to me, with the slightest touch causing me to damn near rip through my kartus? No wonder I came from such a large family.
She gasped into my mouth and her small hands bravely found their way under furs. Her touch nearly drove me out of my mind and I could feel her frustration at the webbing tightly clutching my sack and eager, swollen cock.
I pulled back, remaining standing while allowing her to examine my kartus. The strong netting that held me in place was also delightfully keeping me from escaping. She moved the fur panel and I watched her eyes widen at the sight of my straining thickness trapped tightly. I could smell her body's response, which only served to feed my sense of need. Nimble fingers traced my length, explored the fertilization band near the base of my prick, stroked each of my protrusions along the underside… and I nearly fell over when she leaned in and flicked her tongue over my extended ridging.
I might have actually growled when I ripped the kartus off and threw it to the side, freeing my swollen appendage. It immediately pointed at her as if it knew that she was my one, my mate.
Of course my patience being as low as it was, I frowned at her own attire and stared at her imploringly. In return she made a show of unwrapping one side of her top first, slowly revealing a large rounded breast with a hard nub that I quickly lowered my mouth to. I laved it repeatedly, bathing it with my tongue, circling, sucking, and drawing a fang lightly over it, until her moans would be the death of me. As I did such she peeled the remainder of the top from her chest, and I immediately replaced it with my hand. I squeezed lightly, moving to the hardened nub of a nipple and pinching it. I switched off which teat was sucked and which was pinched, twisted gently, and lightly plucked at.
While I did, I felt both of her hands reach out to draw fingers over my length, tug lightly at my sack, spread the liquid I was leaking over my tip and ridge, and lightly flick the tip of my cock with her nails.
I wished we had the time for her to tease me with her short pants, but that would have to wait for another day. In my quest to have my mouth on her, I all but ripped her short pants from her. The material was damp when I tossed it to the side, and now, before me, lay the treasure of soft fur and a scent I needed to taste.
I scooped my hands beneath the globes of her bottom and brought her to meet my face. Her scent was making me insane. It was triggering my mating surge to the detriment of my sanity. I could no longer take the torment, and I lowered my mouth, drawing my tongue up her split middle.
She let out a moan, her hands reaching for my horns as I continued to lick. I began to explore, focusing on the small upper nub that made her writhe and press herself against me whenever I circled it. I dragged my tongue along both sides, back and forth and she wriggled and made small noises. I took my time when I discovered her hole, doused with heat and the source of her scent. It was small – smaller than my width, especially with the changes occurring. I entered her with my tongue, tasting her from the source, earning a squeeze to my shaft. I took that as a sign of encouragement and used my tongue to repeatedly enter her, often returning to the nub. Her keens became louder, and I had to pin her hips to prevent her squirming. She rewarded me by soaking my face.
I used her own juices by drenching my fingers in it to prime her. I pressed a finger into her gingerly.
"Am I hurting you? How does this feel?"
She growled at me. Fucking growled at me! "You are teasing me. I need to cum more, and I need to feel you," her voice was imploring. She pulled me down for another kiss, tasting herself on my lips. Her hands found me again, stroking my length while I stood there kissing her. Light strokes and hard strokes intermixed, the occasional tug, and I could feel my prick throb from need.
I entered her with a second finger added to the first, "Let's get you ready. Show me you want it." I moved slowly and she duplicated my movements with her hands on my hardness. I slowed, she slowed. I sped up, she sped up. I went rougher… she drove me insane with desire as she took liberties with my shaft.
I focused added rubs along her little nub, occasionally running my tongue over it as my digits stroked her inside walls. I built her up until she exploded once again, and then I pulled back.
She had remained on the edge of the bed, where I first placed her. I picked her up and moved her further up the bed. I laughed when she thanked me for moving her out of the wet spot, and bent to kiss her, this time more lovingly.
"It is time. If I enter you during mating frenzy, the bend at the base of my cock will attempt to hold you to me, and my fertilization essence will flood you. This first time it will not have seed, it contains secretion from my faritol glands - the same scent you smell from me. It will combine with your own and mark you as mine. You must be sure you want this, want me. This process cannot be reversed.
In response she grabbed my swollen shaft and began stroking it firmly, her other hand running nails tightly over my sack and tugging the extra skin.
When my moans began to sound like roars, and I could no longer function without risk of spilling secretion, she playfully pinched my tip.
I reared back slightly, looking down to line us up. Her knees were bent and her legs rested on my own bent thighs and hips as I loomed above her.
Her head titled back with a low moan as I pressed my swollen head into her. I pressed into her more, spreading her with my thickness. My fingers circled her nub, increasing her wetness. I eased back and forth, working her until I was all the way in. Her fingers taunted my own breasts, causing sparks of pleasure.
"Last chance to escape," I leaned down and kissed her tenderly.
She responded by pulling her hips back and slamming them against me, thrusting me hard into her. We both moaned in pleasure and I pulled back and slammed into her. I went faster, pinning her while I all but vibrated myself into her, thrusting over and over.
She leaned up and licked my nipple and I grunted and slammed her even faster. When she lightly bit me, I spilled my fluid like a cataclysmic flood.
My body shook for several minutes from the pressure buildup and release. Eventually I fell onto my side, pulling her against me. My mate.
"Mine." I sighed with a rightness I had not known existed before now.
She wrapped my arm around her, snuggling against me with a yawn as she murmured, "Yours."
Dak
There was no need to search
the craft; of course I found Tura in the greenery part of the laboratory. Where else would he be? He was standing near the prika seeds, making copious notes on his details sheet.
"Where is Tonakk?" I threw myself lazily onto the tri-pronged seating platform near him. It was not the most comfortable of seats but I was restless. "Have you seen him yet? I have heard that the changes in him are dramatic. Nawy says he ran into the two of them and that Tonakk is enormous now."
"He and Gin are at the communication center, speaking with the UGP. They decided that would be the best way to handle things." He did not bother to look up, only remained writing. "It is not entirely safe for her to remain any distance from him until his mating changes settle. Sitor are not known for taking mating lightly."
"He is the first of us to become taken," I grinned. "I still cannot believe that Tonakk found a mate. There goes his freedom!" I laughed.
I tipped the chair back on its two hind prongs, attempting to balance it by moving my back and sides.
"They are a good match. He is content and now has a future with a mate, and eventual offspring. Also, it is technically his Greater Gobi that found her for him. You are aware of her reputation, yes?" He glanced at me pointedly and then continued his notes. "She is known through worlds for her ability to connect mates."
I considered this. She was due to remain on the craft for how much longer still, a qualf of a cycle?
"If she remains here we are all in jeopardy," I grinned at him. "Who do you think will be the next to find their mate?" I tilted to the right, attempting to balance on a single leg-prong. It wobbled unsteadily and I was forced to compensate balance by going left again. "Someone in engineering, maybe? I hope it is Haahgrim. I think he cheated me when we played stones three sleeps past."
"Only his Greater Gobi knows for certain who will be. It defies logic but I have heard tales that she is exceptionally proficient at pairings."
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