Aykeetan

by Harpie Alexander

  She is strong, a survivor and I’m proud she didn’t give up despite the terrors she faced. She deserves so much better than that this vrakk’n shit.

  “This information changes everything. If the humans have some sort of deal going on here, we need to figure out who they are and stop this nonsense once and for all. I’ll have my men check it out. As I said earlier, don’t let this concern you. Tell your mate we appreciate the intel and that we’ll deal with this. We’ve been monitoring the situation here and it appears the local authorities are still working on securing the humans. It seems it’s going to take a while for everything to get sorted out, so unfortunately everyone has to hang tight until the area is cleared. We can’t take any unnecessary risks.”

  “Understood. My mate also needs to be checked out in the Medical. I need to be sure she is OK health wise and I think it might put her at ease.”

  He waves his hand at me as I leave.

  Heading back to the cabin, I make it just in time for my mate to walk out of the cleansing unit. She has a towel covering her body, her hair is soaking wet and I think she is yelling at me. I can’t help but ignore her for just a minima.

  I’m mesmerized by the sight of her. The towel she holds against her body doesn’t really hide her feminine shape and I know that she is completely nude. A water droplet falls from her hair line down to her breast where it curves inwards and falls out of sight. I imagine where it goes. Down to her lovely slit, where many droplets are gathering and make her wet. If only she was wet for me and not the shower she just took. I shake my head a fraction.

  “Hello? Earth to Aykeetan. Are you OK? Are you even listening to me?” She laughs.

  “No, I mean yes,” I sigh. “I’m sorry, I tried to, but I was too distracted by how stunning you look in that towel. Forgive me, I’m listening now. What to do wish to tell me?”

  She holds up the long, unwrapped vratike in one of her hands, while her other is used to keep her towel in place.

  “What the heck is this supposed to be? I tried several different times to put this on, but it doesn’t make sense and I can’t get it to cover my body. I can’t wear it. I need something else. Please,” she says, her eyes silently beg me.

  The gods are clearly laughing at me right now in my moment of idiocy. She asked me for clothing to wear and I gave her one of my vratike wrappings. They are for males and only cover our cocks. I slap the palm of my hand against forehead. She must think I’m completely useless.

  “Forgive me, please, again. I’ve never had a mate before. I never had to care for someone else and I’m bound to make mistakes. Some big and some small, but it’s bound to happen. I’m new to this. I admit, when you asked me for something to wear, I didn’t even think about the fact I had given you my vratike. It’s a more modest version of a loincloth, like the one I’m wearing right now.” I point to my lower half. “It is not meant for females to wear. I’ll be right back with something more fitting.”

  “I can see it’s an honest mistake. And there’s no reason to apologize, it was simply a mistake. I appreciate that you tried, honestly. Please hurry back with some clothes soon. I don’t want to wear a towel all day,” she says, followed by a light chuckle.

  I leave in search of someone who can help me find clothes for her to wear.

  I was honest when I told her I had never been with anyone before her and that this is new to me. I’m completely out of my element. My species rarely mates with our own kind, because when we go through the kavesta, our mates are determined for us. We go to the mating council and they help us figure out where our mates are from based on the new changes in our bodies. Almost ninety-five percent of the time, our mates are from another world, or so the mating council tells us. Because of this, my species rarely forms attachments with each other. Before the kavesta, we are too young to mate, and after, our souls call us to find our mate. It can’t be helped.

  “Tushuuk. I need your assistance.”

  The male whips around, curiosity on his face.

  After the Vo’Sharitah hears what my mate went through, he’s more than happy to help me. I kindly explain why my mate needs clothes and how I attempted to solve the problem by giving her a vratike.

  “Well at least your vratike is better than a loincloth. Loincloths have even less fabric. I can’t guarantee this will fit, but it’s better than nothing. Should she have any issues, both of you can come find me and together we can make something else,” Tushuuk says after handing me the clothing.

  “I’m sure this will work just fine. Thanks, I appreciate your help.”

  With my hands, I head back to our cabin. My mate should be happy with these garments. They should wrap around her delicate, female form, shrouding the delicious curves that she tries to hide.

  I bump into Dr. Dushaad.

  “Do you have time later to do a medical exam of my mate? I’m sure you know what’s happened by now. I need to know she will be ok from ordeal and the modifications.”

  “Modifications? Yes, of course, my medical bay is always open for those in need. Have her come see me as soon as possible. Any issues since your last visit?” He seems to be in a hurry to get somewhere, so I shake my head not wanting to bother him further with the itching pain in my back.

  My mate is waiting patiently by the time I get back. I hand her the clothes before she heads into the cleansing unit to get dressed. She is shy and does not wish for me to see her nude. My people are not shy about nudity like my mate is. No matter though, she is worth the wait.

  She exits the cleansing unit with a bright smile. “These are perfect, thank you.” She continues to adjust the tight-fitting leather pants and a leather top that laces up in the front.

  She looks sexy as hell, but I think she always looks great. “Of course, let’s go get some food before going down to the medical bay. I promise nothing bad will happen, and I’ll be there the entire time if you need. But I must know you are OK. Please,” I plead to her, hoping she will agree.

  “Food sounds great right now. And I would like to get seen too. I’d appreciate it if you stay. I don’t know anyone else here. You’re the only person I can trust with my safety. It must be this whole mate business. I'd like to understand more. Maybe we can discuss it over food?”

  “Certainly. Come with me.”

  WHEN WE ARRIVE IN THE mess hall, I’m relieved to see the room is empty. There's plenty of seats to choose from and privacy to talk. I use the replicator to make us a hot Earth meal. Thank goodness I had the foresight to have these programed before arriving to Earth, because I’m not sure if she would like anything else that’s offered.

  “Mm. Chicken and rice, this smells fantastic. How did you make it so quick?”

  “I used the replicator, like I did with your clothes.”

  “Oh! So very science-fiction like. That’s super cool. We don’t have those on Earth, but I bet there must be someone working on it. They have them in futuristic movies and such,” she says between spoonfuls of food.

  Watching her eat fascinates me. She’s so meticulous the way she cuts her food into tiny bites before chewing and swallowing. I find her mouth fascinating. She has no fangs and her teeth are blunt. I could watch her eat food all day.

  “You wanted to know more about mates, but I want to tell you how I feel first. I know you think I left you, but I didn’t. I went hunting in the woods so you could make more of that stew, it was delicious. But it was to also prove that I can provide for you and be a good mate.”

  I quickly get up and grab a refill for her drink, I want her to take it easy until she recuperates. I sit back down across from her.

  “I did come here for you. I started the Kea’Vah bonding ceremony back on my home planet. It begins with the gift, that I give to you. The kavesta, which is the flower you found in the fields. It’s a part of me from the sacrifice I made to it. On our world we go through a change that makes us take on the form of our mates. I look more like you now than I did before the change. When I completed the
change, I offered my kavesta, my blood, every day, until one day I knew it was complete. Like myself, the plant changes too to reflect our mates.”

  She seems to be taking the information well, I think. I’ve heard my mother explaining sugary treats are mandatory for human health, so I head back over to the replicator to get my mate chocolate.

  “Chocolate!” Is all she says before she shoves the small brown square into her mouth.

  “We are meant to be Jane. This is the truth. The gods know the truth. I know this is strange to you. My mother was human, and she explained how different our worlds are.”

  My mate finishes eating her treat and leans in closer to listen, so I continue.

  “When it was time, I contacted the Vo’Sharitah. They are a friendly alien species that often trade with my world. I traded them my goods for their services, which brought me here. They also helped me rescue you from your captors. You found my gift by your home where I knew you would be. I could feel you in my heart, in my soul. I can’t explain how exactly it works, but it just does. You found my gift because it called to you. You are attracted to it as I’m attracted to you. We are soul mates. Nothing can or will ever change that.”

  I grab one of her hands and bring it to my lips to kiss her. “I never meant to scare you. I never intend on making you feel abandoned. I don’t want to hurt you and I’ll never leave you. I’ve never been with anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. My whole body, my heart, my soul, all desire you. You are meant for me. I came here, from across the galaxy, just for you.

  “I’m upset with myself because you got hurt by the wood beast. I’m upset I wasn’t there when you got kidnapped. But I’m a good male and I can be a worthy mate for you. I’ll never stop proving this to you. You are all that captivates my heart.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jane

  I feel absolutely horrible after Aykeetan took care of me and then poured his heart out to me.

  This entire time I thought Aykeetan left me because I was sick, but I was horribly mistaken. What’s worse is I verbally accused him of such, and when he confessed his feelings to me, he sounded so beat, like he actually blames himself for everything. I can’t help that my heart aches for him.

  While no one has ever truly abandoned me in my life, I still lost both my parents and grandparents. Maybe I have trust issues? It’s quite clear that I jumped to conclusions, and I’m the one who owes an him an apology.

  I’ve only known Aykeetan for a few days now, but I’m starting to feel a connection with him. While I’m not ready to jump into a permanent life-long relationship with anyone, I’m not tossing the idea out the window either.

  Before I do anything, I really need to get a second opinion and make sure that Dr. Shaw really wasn’t messing with me. For all I know, he could have lied just to make the final blow all that worse by giving me something and taking it away, and I’d be the one stupid enough to have believed him. For now, I’ll hold on to a sliver of hope.

  Standing up, I cross the distance between us and pull him in for a hug.

  I can hear him gasp in surprise as I touch him. His skin is soft and velvety. His thick arms wrap around me and squeezes me gently. He looks down at me. Our eyes meet and I can feel my cheeks blush in embarrassment. I’ve never sought the comfort of a male before other than my own family, but this incredible male has all my attention and he deserves it.

  “I’m really glad that you shared that with me. I’m so sorry for assuming you just left me. It was wrong, and you deserved the benefit of the doubt.” I pause for several moments before continuing “Aykeetan, I’ve been through a lot, and while I’m not against being in a relationship with you, I need some time first. Can we just take things slow? Start with being friends first?”

  His voice chokes out possibly because I’m still hugging him. “I understand. I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for. Friends it is, but I don’t think I can help myself when it comes to your care. I’m taking you to the medical bay not that you’re finished eating. I want you to get checked out.”

  “Alrighty, let's go big guy.”

  I feel like we can have a fresh start now that everything is out in the open. I’m relieved. I know where we stand, and I don’t have to rush. If we get there, we get there. If we don’t, hopefully he’ll understand. I’m just going to take things day by day and find out who I am and who I want to be. That seems like the right thing to do. It would be silly to rush into the first relationship that jumps my way, despite the temptation.

  We head out of the mess hall, and I’m now able to see the impossibly thin lines that serve as door seams. It’s mind boggling. If I manage to get lost, I may stand a chance at finding my way back. I laugh and Aykeetan gazes at me as if I’ve lost my mind, which makes me laugh even harder.

  Oh well. So I continue to laugh my happy bottom all the way down to the medical bay because he wants me to get myself checked out.

  When we enter medical bay, there’s a completely different alien staring back at me. “Welcome Jane, this is my medical bay and I’m Dr. Dushaad. I’ve been made aware of the recent events and I’m glad you decided to come down here to get checked out. Let’s take some tests and see what we find, yes?”

  I trust Aykeetan, so I’m extending this trust to this Dr. Dushaad. He is a little frightening to look at. He’s humanoid but looks completely different. For starters, his entire body is covered in a short fur, exactly like a horses’ coat. He looks like he has a slightly protruded snout, it's hard to miss if you weren’t looking, with large oval nostrils and dark eyes with vertical slits. His ears stand erect on the top of his head, and appears to move on their own, like a cat. And strangely enough, a long hair tail. He looks like a horse. An alien, human horse. OK. Not going to judge. He probably thinks I’m strange too, and he is offering me help.

  “I realize I must look very strange to you. I’m a Vo-Sharita, and yes, we look vaguely familiar to your horses, but I can say with one hundred percent certainty we are not the same. It’s offensive, so please don’t say this out loud. Imagine being compared to an animal on my planet. You understand, yes?”

  Oh damn. I’ve been incredibly rude. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare, honestly. It was only the other day that I found out aliens exist and Aykeetan looks very similar to a human, minus his skin color. You're the second alien I’ve met. I hope the word alien isn't offense. Oh my god, I’m rambling.”

  “It’s OK, Jane. We are here to get you checked out. I’m sure Dr. Dushaad understands. Right Dr. Dushaad?” Aykeetan glares at the doctor while placing his hand on my shoulder and gives me a light squeeze.

  I appreciate that Aykeetan is trying to comfort me while respecting the boundaries that I set. “No, no, please, it’s my mistake. I need to get used to the fact that humans are not the only species in the universe.” I look between Aykeetan and Dr. Dushaad, who are both continuing to stare at each other.

  I don’t even think they heard me. Ugh... males.

  Dr. Dushaad motions me to sit down in a chair before he takes some blood samples. “Of course. Yes. If I’m the second alien you have seen, of course it would take you a moment to come to terms.” He takes some electronic device that looks similar to a tablet and holds it in front of me.

  A bright light flashes.

  “Ah, the scan is complete, and everything looks perfectly normal given the circumstances.” He reviews the results from the blood work. “Blood work too.”

  Well, that was quick. I was expecting to be in here for quite some time. I guess alien medical technology is much more advanced than ours. Probably should have expected this considering I’m in a damn spaceship, but I can’t complain. If it only takes a few minutes to get a complete work up, then I’m as happy as a horse.

  Whoops. Glad I didn’t say that out loud. I really need to watch what I say, I don’t want to offend anyone. I really need to get used to the physical appearance of others. I’ll ask Aykeetan if he can teach me about spac
e and other species later. If I get a head start maybe I won’t be so darn surprised and act so rude. It’s hard not to stare when you see something new, but these are people, and there’s a difference between staring at something and staring at someone.

  “What about the medication they made her take all those years ago? She has been having symptoms as of late. Can anything be done?”

  “Our technician was able to hack their systems and I went through the medical files. Turns out the medication they gave her was to alter her DNA. It failed and the symptoms are a result. According to the files, the symptoms would continue to get worse, but are not fatal by any means. I’ve been working hard the past several hours working on a solution.” he says, responding to Aykeetan’s query.

  He turns to me and injects a serum into my arm. “This will reverse the damage caused by the imbeciles that tried to modify your body. It will take some time to work against the negative symptoms that have been causing you pain. I’m going to give you a nerve-block while the serum works itself into your system.”

  He heads back over to a cabinet, pulls out a tablet, and hands to me. I plop it into my mouth, and it dissolves before I had a chance to even swallow it.

  We could use more medications like this on Earth.

  “I’m highly confident this will do the trick. Their work was shoddy at best, and it appears, our tech is much more advance than theirs. Everything else looks good, you’re going to live a long health life. And if you’re worried about conception, because of Aykeetan’s kavesta, you're both compatible, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

  Well no, I wasn’t really sure about that. Aykeetan did tell me his body changed so he could be with me, but I wasn’t thinking about having babies with him at the time. It’s good to know that if our relationship does develop down that path, a family is an option for both of us.