His to Claim

by Taylor Vaughn

  A soft moan falls from her lips and she presses her thighs together as she murmurs, “So good…”

  A smile curves my lips, my disappointment dissolving. For I have often heard these two words fall from her mouth while I’m filling her with my seed. It is undeniable she is dreaming of my diijo. And that certainty gives me an idea as I disrobe.

  With stealthy movements, I kneel upon the sleeping mat, carefully pull the covers all the way off her body and push her thighs apart.

  Positioning myself between her legs, I run my tongue along the inside of her thigh, catching the residual trail of her dried juices. Essh, she is sweet. Her scent is divine, and my mouth hungers for my new addiction, Ki’Ra’s sweet hot.

  Continuing my ascent until I reach my treasure, I lick her thoroughly before turning my attention to the piece of flesh toward the top of her breeding slit. I have learned over the pass days that it drives my k’vani near crazed with passion when I suck it into my mouth. So that is exactly what I do, gently at first before increasing the pressure.

  “Oh moons, so good….”

  My gaze rises to the source of the words. No longer just a murmur, I see, when I find Ki’Ra looking back, her dark-brown eyes already glazed over with lust.

  I stop licking and sucking briefly to ask, “May I have your permission to fuck you, k’vani?” Then immediately return to my ministrations.

  She lets out a bitter laugh. “That is so unfair to ask after you wake me like this. But yes, you’ve got it!”

  If I were not so thoroughly occupied with her slit, I would chuckle myself at her nonsensical words. She speaks of fair when I am the true victim of this situation. It is not fair that she has made me a slave to her sweet hot, so addicted that I can think of little else besides tasting, consuming, and fucking it.

  Ki’Ra threads her fingers through my hair holding me against her sweet hot as I return to the piece of flesh she calls a clit. I know the harder I suck, the more juices she will produce so I tighten my lips around it.

  Her pelvis lifts with a jerk, as if I have shocked her. “D’Rek. What are you doing to me?” she moans.

  Not even my closest friend dare to address me so informally. Yet her calling out my name in the throes of passion makes me even more ready to fuck her.

  “D’Rek, I’m going to come!” she cries out, gripping my hair even tighter. Most of the time Ki’Ra’s pleasure arrives as deep contractions of her womanhood. But occasionally, she awards my attentions with both contractions and a sudden gush of her delectable juices. This is one of those occasions, and I lap up my reward like a starved male, not the Kel of an entire solar system.

  Granted there are only two inhabited planets in our galaxy, but still…this is not behavior befitting one of my station. Yet I do not stop, until I have collected every single drop of her arrival.

  “Essh, my diijo stays ever the ready for you. You will release my hair, k’vani. I am ready to be inside of you.”

  She does as commanded, but when I attempt to flip her on to her belly so that she can assume the breeding position, she resists.

  I frown. “You will explain why you refuse to turn over after giving me your permission.”

  She smiles in that strange way of hers. As if I have made a witticism, even though I have not. “I know I gave you permission, but I was just wondering if we could maybe try something different. A new position.”

  I settle back on my knees with a deep furrow of my ridges. “Different…you will explain why you wish to breed in a new position when we both enjoy my mounting so very much.”

  “Wow…arrogant much?”

  “It is not arrogance if it is true,” I point out.

  Ki’Ra makes her pupils roll, a fascinating gesture that she does quite a bit when we speak. “Well, when humans have sex, we like to do it in more than one position. I was thinking maybe we could face each other this time.”

  I tilt my head. “On your knees is the optimal breeding position.”

  Ki’Ra once again performs that strange pupil rolling gesture. “Fucking me from behind isn’t the only position a couple can conceive with. Why don’t we just try my way? And if you don’t enjoy it, we don’t have to do it again. Okay?”

  With those words, she rises into a seated position and places her small hands on my shoulders. Then she does something truly shocking. She presses her lips against mine and forcibly pushes her round tongue into my mouth.

  I pull away from her stunned and touch my lips. “You will explain that invasion.”

  Her eyes widen. She seems as surprised by her actions as I am. “I…I’m sorry…I don’t know why I did that.”

  I touch my lips again, confused but also curious about the still lingering sensation from her soft mouth pillows having pressed into mine. “You will explain to me what that gesture was.”

  “It was a kiss. Just a kiss. Haven’t you kissed before?”

  “Kiss.” I repeat. Once again, my translator has no equivalent word in my language. “Explain.”

  Her eyes soften. “It’s a gesture of affection among humans. Different kinds of kisses have different kinds of meanings. There’s platonic kisses between friends or family, and sometimes couples kiss to show that they care about each other.”

  I rub my ridges as I try to comprehend her definitions of this kiss gesture. “You will tell me if all of these hu’man kisses include this strange tongue invasion.”

  Ki’Ra mumbles under her breath then, words that my chip translates as, “Kill me now.”

  “You will tell me why you wish me to perform murder upon you,” I command, even more alarmed by these words than her hu’man kiss.

  “I don’t…I was just…” She stops and rubs her own ridgeless nose before answering. “No. Actually most kisses don’t include tongue.

  “Then you will tell me why your kiss included such invasion and how it should be interpreted by your Kel.”

  She averts her eyes and removes her hands from my shoulders. “I’m not sure. Again, I don’t really know why I did that.”

  But then her gaze raises to shyly meet mine. “Maybe I was just trying to say I’m attracted to you, and you know, want us to be a little more romantic.”

  Romantic…her explanation of that hu’man word comes back to me in a flash.

  It’s like the things you do to get someone to fall in love with you…

  “Xalthurians have no concept of this hu’man emotion. Yet you kiss me in the hopes that I will fall in love with you,” I conclude.

  Her face falls. “No, no, that’s not what I was trying to do at all,” she huffs. “It was just a kiss. A really bad idea that I’m now truly regretting.”

  She is trying to issue a retraction of her kiss action now. Yet I sense this is another case where the words do not truly match what is in her mind or body.

  My breath hitches in my throat as I realize the true meaning of her words. She is attracted to me in the way of a magnet. And that attraction makes her want to treat me in the way she would treat a hu’man male, from whom she is hoping to receive the unnecessary hu’man love sentiment.

  This is a truly baffling expectation on her part, yet I find myself saying, “You will kiss me again.”

  Her eyes widen. But after a moment of hesitation, she slowly leans forward. Too slowly.

  Impatient to feel her mouth pillows on mine again, I grip her by the arms, roughly pull her against my chest, and crush my own lips against hers. Her lips become soft and pliant beneath mine and soon her round tongue once again invades, swirling with my own pointed tongue as if in conversation.

  I like this kiss way of talking. Her mouth tastes almost as good as her breeding slit, but sweeter, like huja berries. My pulse races and my hearts slam within my chest. I do not wish for the kiss conversation to end, but I need inside of her.

  After reluctantly tearing my mouth from hers, I push, Ki’Ra onto her back. Her thighs fall open for me and I settle myself between them as I guide my diijo, against her leaking breeding
slit. Does she truly wish me to breed her in this position?

  Her long moan at the drag of my diijo over her slit tells me she does. Essh, this female is hard to deny. Without further hesitation, I drive into her until I can sink no further into her sweet hot.

  The feeling of being fully sheathed inside of her in this position is glorious, but lined up as we are, her head is underneath my chest. “I do not like the thought of not being able to see you while I fill you with my seed,” I tell her.

  She giggles and says, “Agreed. As cool as your chest is, let’s try me in your lap.”

  And so I lift her up until she is fully seated upon my lap with my diijo still inside of her and her legs wrapped around my waist. I have never fucked in this position, and it takes me a moment to adjust, but...it is not unpleasant. Not unpleasant at all. I like having her breasts flattened against my chest and the way her hands claw at my shoulders as she awaits my next move.

  Does she truly like this position? Now that I can see her clearly, I make a study of her face. Her round eyes are once again glazed over with a lust. Yes, she does like this strange face-to-face style of mating. Indeed, I suspect I may very well come to prefer this new position, too. It feels closer somehow, like I am sheathed even more deeply inside the object of my obsession.

  I grip her waist, holding her steady and begin to thrust upwards. And her response…I have never experienced anything like this. Her hips roll above mine, easily matching the rhythm of my thrusts. “Oh, moons. Feels so good,” my Ki’Ra tells me, wrapping her arms around me, so that I’m pulled even deeper into her sweet hot.

  The press of her soft body into mine drives me wild. I rut into her with more fervor. And soon Ki’Ra wraps her legs even tighter around me. “I’m coming!” she gasps out.

  My k’vani’s sweet hot tightens around me, making it impossible to not shoot my seed deep inside of her womb. Unsure of what primal instinct drives me, I lower my head to press our lips together once again as her sweet hot milks my diijo until I’ve no more seed to give.

  Even after I pull out, I cannot bear to give up our connection. I roll onto the bed, taking her with me, refusing to relinquish her from my arms as I position her body against mine, and lay her head, so that it is resting upon my chest.

  I stroke the back of her hair, which feels as soft as I would imagine a cloud would be. “I liked that position very much, Ki’Ra. We will do it again. Many times. Along with the kissing conversation.”

  The only answer I receive is a drowsy sounding, “Mmm.”

  A chuckle rumbles my chest. I have worn my poor k’vani out. Again. At this rate, it will not be much longer until my seed takes hold and fills her belly with my child, the future Tel of our solar system.

  However, this thought brings me no peace, as I lie with Ki’Ra, spent once more, but most likely not for long. For as soon as the future of my Keldom is secure, then I will be obligated to send her back to New Terrhan per the Ki’Ra-Kel D’rek treaty.

  Which will mean no more kissing conversation…or breeding in any position. These thoughts keep me awake, long after my k’vani has fallen back into slumber.

  When I am certain she is deeply asleep, I once again ease myself away from her and seek out the toilet for reasons that have nothing to do with biological need. I would like to say I hesitate for even a moment as I open the toilet’s control panel. But I do not.

  Without even a second thought, I disarm all medical alerts on the device, including the ones that would announce her pregnancy as soon as it detected enough of the gestation hormone in her urine stream.

  She, and by extension my progeny is safer here with me, I tell myself. She will enjoy more comfort on Xalthuria and as much food as her stomach can hold.

  Also, I need more time to tire of her. The maximum amount of time to work this obsession out of my system. Until then…

  She is mine.

  12

  Kira

  A full four weeks after D’Rek and I eye scan our agreement, he finally leaves me alone in the suite. I’m not completely clear on the reason, but apparently, he has to attend some kind of special briefing with his prime minister and council about a trip he’s taking tomorrow to begin peace negotiations with a race called the Kaidorians.

  It’s the first time he’s left me by myself. I should get up, take a gamma shower, maybe even try to find some damn clothes to put on. But here I am, still lolling around like the cats that I heard used to lounge in the colony ship until things got so desperate, they had to be caught and eaten. That was in the bad year, before the signing of the New Terrhan Accord.

  I can’t even blame all the sex for my inability to move. Even though the toilet still hasn’t told me I’m pregnant, D’Rek has been weirdly attentive to me ever since I taught him how to kiss.

  No more skipping meals, he makes sure I get in first and last meals with snacks in-between, along with dips in what turns out to be not a swimming pool but a therapeutic bath. And moons know, I’ve been logging plenty of sleep time.

  Still, I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to being allowed to sleep for hours and hours whenever I want to. I can’t even remember a time before my parents waking me up at the crack of dawn to farm until the two moons replaced the sun in the sky.

  But D’Rek always lets me sleep until I start to naturally stir, then he has the most decadent way of rousing me to full alert. I’ve grown accustomed to waking to the sight of his large head between my legs, his white hair tied up in a haphazard knot, and flashes of his dark blue face as his long-pointed tongue works its magic inside my pussy. I’ve become shamelessly addicted to the wonderful things he does to my body. To me.

  And, as he sometimes says when I touch him in some new, unexpected way, “the sensation is not unpleasant.”

  Not unpleasant at all, I think as I lazily stare out the huge arch window in front of the sleeping mat. I haven’t been suffering under this new treaty. In fact, I’m worried about how content I feel these days.

  Which often makes me feel guilty. Especially, when I think of the hardships my people back on New Terrhan are still enduring. I worry about my parents, still working the feels during scorching hot season. Pressing on, despite their grief at losing not one, but two daughters.

  There’s also Zinnia. Even if she escaped the Breeding Ceremony, which I’m really hoping she did, she’s never been great about standing up for herself. I worry about how low her self-worth will plummet without me there to counter all the awful things that pigeon shit brother of hers is always trying to tell her.

  D’Rek has a way of making that guilt go away when we’re together. But all these worries and more come crashing down, now that he’s left me alone—

  Wait an old planet minute, is that N’Maryah?

  I jolt up in bed when I see the beautiful moonstone-colored Xalthurian female, waving at me from behind one of the garden’s black bush walls. Yes, it really is her. The kind Xalthurian who tried to get me off planet a few weeks ago.

  Frustration waves through me as I climb to my feet. D’Rek let me know the first time I worried aloud about having sex right in front of his arched floor to ceiling windows, that though we can see out, no one could see into his private rooms.

  So even if I tried to wave back, she wouldn’t know I was up here, trying to communicate with her. What can I do? How can I—

  “Ki’Ra? Ki’Ra? Are you able to hear me? This is N’Maryah!” a voice suddenly says above me.

  I look up at the ceiling. It’s now glowing with a strange inner light I’ve never seen before. “N’Maryah? Is that you? How are you calling me?” Then another thought occurs to me, one that makes me grab for a blanket. “Can you see me?”

  “No, I cannot see you. One of my home servants is related to a palace servant, and after much begging, that palace servant passed on to us the comm system link for our Kel’s bedroom. I heard today that he would be meeting with his prime minister and the council and decided that I must take the great risk to contact you
like this, in order to ensure you are okay. I could not find you when I came to rescue you from the faun stables, and I have been so worried ever since.

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” I answer in a guilty rush. How could I have fallen into such a sex daze, that I’d so easily forgotten about the kindly Xalthurian who tried to help me get out of this mess? “I was caught by Kel D’Rek and brought back here just a few hours after you left.”

  “Yes, I know, you poor hu’man. The palace servant told my servant that you have been made to endure non-stop torture at the hands of our Kel. She said your screams could be heard throughout the day and nearly all of the night. I cannot imagine your suffering at our Kel’s relentless breeding.”

  My cheeks heat. “Um…I wouldn’t exactly call it suffering. We were able to come to an agreement, actually. So, there’s no need for you to worry. As soon as the toilet tells me I’m pregnant, he’s agreed to let me return home and even see the baby twice a year if it’s a boy.”

  “He agreed to that? To let you see our Tel, even after your breeding is done?”

  I’m assuming from the context, that “Tel” is Xalthurian for prince. And though N’Maryah’s voice, like D’Rek’s, registers no tonal emotion I sense that my announcement has shocked her.

  “I was surprised, too,” I admit. “But we eye scanned documents and everything.”

  “I cannot imagine any Xalthurian male, especially our Kel, striking such an agreement,” she says.

  “Well…he did,” I answer, not sure how else to respond.

  There’s a long pause. Then N’Maryah says, “You sound well. But I would like to see you for myself and ascertain that you are okay. I will return to ride my faun tomorrow and will once again spend some time in the palace gardens afterwards. Perhaps you could sneak out again and meet with me?”

  I bite my lip, wondering how I’m possibly going to get down to the garden, when D’Rek has yet to let me out of my rooms. Funny, how I forget I’m still essentially his prisoner until this very moment.