Mated on Hades

by Golden Angel

  "Agreed. And if I see you again, I will assume you've reneged on the bargain and I will kill you."

  "Agreed." The male flicked off the comm screen.

  He could feel Juliette staring at him from the other vid screen, but he didn't look at her again. Although he did keep the screen up so he could see what she was doing out of the corner of his eye. Curled up on the chair in the pod, she looked almost shell-shocked, frozen in disbelief.

  As soon as the Voran's released their ship's hold on the pod, Shonik started to reel it back in, while Mrik and Davik watched to make sure the other ship actually left. Although, Tarrik didn't think they'd need to worry. They'd all be on high alert for a while, regardless, but the Vorans' big ship wouldn't be able to hide from their scans and the Representative seemed to be sincere.

  The sense of impending doom that had been hanging over Tarrik was lifting, and he trusted his instincts.

  But now he had a mate to deal with.

  Chapter 9

  Jules knew the moment she was back on Tarrik's ship, and to her shock she felt almost as anxious as she had when she'd thought she was going to die... mostly because she had truly thought she was going to die.

  How was she supposed to face everyone again?

  How was she supposed to look them in the eye and talk to them like a normal person?

  What was she supposed to say to Tarrik, after he'd called her his mate... after he'd said he loved her?

  She loved him too. She'd be stupid not to realize that had been a big part of her motivation in trying to give herself up.

  But she had no idea what to say to him now. While she'd been getting better at interacting with everyone, this wasn't exactly in her line of experience. She could feel her heart start racing as she heard voices outside of the pod and her hands started to sweat.

  The pod door opened, but it wasn't Tarrik there - it was Sasslys.

  "Ooooooh, you crazy human, don't you dare do anything like that again!" Sasslys scolded as she reached in and practically grabbed Jules, pulling her out of the pod and into a hug.

  As soon as Sasslys let her go, Verrik was there, pulling her in for a tight hug, and then Mrik, and Korik, and Alrik - basically everyone who was either off-shift or could take a moment away from their duties. They all scolded her, squeezed her, and ruffled her hair, while more tears built up in Jules' eyes.

  "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she said, over and over again.

  Then she found herself standing in front of Tarrik, his red skin glimmering slightly with his emotion and his eyes black as space.

  "I... I'm sorry," she whispered. The joy of being alive, of her friends' welcome back, wilted under his hard gaze. How angry was he?

  "Oh you're definitely going to be," he said grimly, and Jules shrieked as he stepped forward, easily scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder, narrowly missing his wing. The membrane of his wing was arched over her, hiding her embarrassed face from everyone... but they could still see the upturned mounds of her ass.

  Laughter and cheers followed her and Tarrik down the hall.

  Jules wriggled as the noise from the others faded behind her. "I can walk you know."

  SMACK!

  "Ow!"

  "I know you can walk," he said grimly. Hanging upside down, under his wing, his voice sounded a little different but she could hear his words clearly enough. "Apparently you can walk all the way to an escape pod and take off in it without anyone seeing you along the way." He muttered something that she couldn't quite make out, other than Verrik's name. Obviously he'd figured out how she'd bypassed the hallways.

  The door to their cabin swooshed open. At least she was pretty sure it was their cabin. It wasn't like she was in the best position for seeing where they were going.

  A few seconds later she got her confirmation when he upended her onto the bed, immediately crawling on after her like a cat who wanted to play with its captured mouse. Jules tried to scramble away.

  "Wait!" she squeaked, sounding a little too much like a mouse for her own comfort. "Shouldn't we talk?"

  "Talk?" His skin started to glow again as he glowered down at her, wings arching open. Jules stared up at him. He really did look like the devil and the heat emanating off of him was becoming hotter. "You mean like when we talked before you decided to sacrifice yourself for everyone?"

  "Well..."

  She nearly kicked him when he suddenly lunged forward, his big body covering hers and pinning her down to the bed. Fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding them high up above her head, stretching her out beneath him. His tail wrapped around her ankle, gripping it tightly - much tighter than the almost casual hold she'd become accustomed to.

  "I was just doing what I thought was right," she protested, breathless underneath him. The heat of his body practically seared her; he was so hot it was almost painful and her pussy quivered in reaction to the thought of having him inside of her while he was like this.

  The tips of their noses touched. His black eyes stared down into hers and Jules found herself holding her breath.

  "You. Were. Wrong." He bit off the end of each word.

  "Well I know that now... hey, what are you doing?!"

  The bastard had manacled her hands together! Not only that, but the restraints molded to her wrists, not providing even a millimeter of space, and they were also wrapped around the headboard.

  Smugly, Tarrik pulled away from her, looking down at her, his tail sliding off of her ankle. "They're called Bindu Chains and they're impossible to escape from. You're not going anywhere until I say you can."

  "Let me- Tarrik!" She yelled his name as he flipped her over onto her knees. With her hands restrained to the bed, this new position meant that she had her ass high in the air while her upper body was bowed down. It was an incredibly submissive position and, okay she'd let him be pretty bossy in bed and loved every second of it, but... dammit, there was no but. Her body's response was the same as always - arousal.

  ******

  "Hold still, Juliette."

  Ignoring her protest, Tarrik pulled his knife from his belt and started to slit open her bodysuit, from the neck on down.

  "You'd better not be doing what I think you're doing! Tarrik!" Her voice turned to a plaintive whine. "I liked this bodysuit..."

  "I'll get you another one," he said ruthlessly. If he'd really been thinking straight he would have stripped her down before using the Bindu Chains, but he was having some trouble focusing.

  His utter relief to have her safely back on the ship warred with his frustrated fury that she'd ever been unsafe to begin with. That she'd chosen to be unsafe.

  Without talking to him.

  As soon as the rounded curves of her buttocks were revealed, Tarrik took aim.

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  Juliette's little yelps of surprise made him grin. Yeah, he'd spanked her more than once while they were in bed, but not as a punishment. Those swats were a lot harder than what he normally delivered.

  Pulling the rest of the suit off of her, he ignored the dirty look she sent him over her shoulder. He tossed the suit to the floor as his tail began to wind itself around her thigh, slowly moving up her limb towards the glistening folds of her pussy.

  "Okay, Juliette, go ahead and talk." Kneeling between her legs, Tarrik slid his hands over her ass. She tried to turn and he gave the upturned mounds another smack. "No, stay right there and tell me."

  She muttered something under her breath that was no doubt insulting, but Tarrik didn't mind. That was just how his Juliette was.

  "I wasn't about to let you all get killed for me!"

  SMACK! SMACK!

  The flesh of her ass rippled and she yelped at the sting of the two hard swats he laid down.

  "Pretty sure that was our decision to make. You didn't even ask."

  "I thought you'd be grateful I made the hard decision for you."

  SMACK! SMACK!

  "No, you thought we wouldn't care," he corrected.
Her body stiffened and his voice gentled. "I see you, Juliette. You expected us to hand you over. And when we didn't, when it was clear we weren't going to, you ran. Because it was easier than facing that we care about you. That I love you."

  "No... I...."

  This time he didn't spank her, just continued to caress her ass, which had already turned a pretty pink, letting his words sink in.

  "I..." she repeated.

  The tip of his tail began to stroke over the lips of her pussy and she shivered in reaction. His hands squeezed and kneaded her soft flesh.

  "You still haven't told me you love me too."

  ******

  Had she ever been more confused in her life?

  Tarrik should be furious - he definitely was angry - but he was being so gentle with her... distracting her with his teasing tail and his firm caresses, his words...

  He really did see her.

  Jules shuddered.

  Yes, he saw her. Saw right through to the part of her that thought she was unworthy of being cared about, unworthy of love... it had been easier to turn herself over than to think about fighting for attachments that had always let her down in the past. Easier to be the one to leave. Especially since she'd been able to excuse herself with knowing she'd be saving everyone else.

  She hadn't considered herself worth even trying to save.

  Even though she'd thought she'd hit her quota of tears for the day, more pricked at the back of her eyes at her revelation.

  "I'm sorry," she whispered, all of her emotions crowding into her voice, her head hanging down between her arms.

  "Good." Tarrik said ruthlessly. "Don't ever do it again."

  Then he shoved his cock into her with one hard thrust, not giving her time to feel sorry for herself or to wallow deeper in her self-imposed misery. The bastard really did know her. Despite all her efforts to keep him at arms length, he got her.

  Jules moaned backing her hips up against him as the almost fiery shaft of his cock impaled her. Her body quivered around him, shuddering in reaction to both the invasion and the increased heat of his cock. She'd become fairly used to his body temperature, but she swore it was even higher than usual. Perhaps because it seemed to be tied to his emotions.

  The hard pounding of his cock definitely made her feel as though this was angry sex... really sexy, enjoyable angry sex. With every thrust, her breasts swayed, her nipples rubbing against the sheets beneath her, she could feel his tail winding around both of her thighs now, holding them open and in place. Between the Bindu Chains and his tail, she was totally helpless beneath him and loving every moment of it.

  If he wanted to fuck the misery right out of her, she definitely had no objection.

  Which was why she cried out with disappointment when his cock suddenly pulled out of her completely, leaving her pussy quivering and grasping emptily, her pleasure interrupted.

  Then she sucked in a breath of surprise and apprehension as the hot tip of his cock, made slick with her cream, began to press against her anus. She couldn't count the number of times his tail had stretched open that tight hole in the past weeks, but this was the first time for his cock. It was wider at the tip than his tail, forcing the narrow ring of muscle to open much more abruptly than she was used to.

  Jules whined high in the back of her throat as the stinging burn of the stretch - made more intense by the heat of his cock - mingled with the needy ache in her pussy.

  "Tell me to stop if you need me to, and I will." His hands smoothed over the curves of her ass, holding the globes apart, caressing and soothing her as he began to press deeper.

  "Don't stop..." Jules panted the words. She wanted him inside of her. Wanted to feel his cock pushing deep into her most intimate area... it was everything she wanted right now. Slightly painful. Utterly perverse. Erotically thrilling. "Just... don't stop."

  Her fingers dug into the sheets as she pushed her hips back, feeling him slide deeper, and she cried out at the painfully pleasurable invasion. Then his tail began to push into her pussy and her cry turned into a long moan.

  ******

  The tight grip of Jules' ass around his cock was mind-blowing. Tarrik had used his tail and fingers to stretch her over the past few weeks, knowing eventually he would want take her there, but the reality of it was even more intimate and pleasurable than he could have anticipated. Pulling back slightly as his tail began to push into her pussy, he rocked forward again, both of them moaning as he began to fill her completely.

  Even bound and bowed before him, Jules was as passionate and demanding as ever, her hips lifting and pushing back against him, taking him deeper and faster than he would have done. Tarrik dug his fingers into her hips, his head falling back slightly as his wings spread fully; sinking into her deeply as his tail rippled against the slick walls of her pussy.

  Jules' sobbing moans encouraged him, her holes both clamping down around him as she shuddered with pleasure.

  Buried completely in her, the cool cheeks of her bottom pressed against his hot skin, Tarrik leaned forward, his wings coming together to enclose them in the sexual cocoon he knew she loved. Carefully but firmly, he began to move, pulling out of her tightness and thrusting back in, hard and fast. He could feel the movements of his tail through the thin lining between her channels.

  "You're mine, Juliette... my mate," he said, his voice a growling hiss as he moved, slamming the full length of his cock into her with every thrust.

  "Yes... oh fuck, yes, Tarrik!"

  It was exactly the right response - the only response he wanted from her after such a declaration - and Tarrik began to move harder, faster. He could feel her shuddering pleasure as her cries became more pleasure-filled, less ambiguous.

  "Don't leave me again." It was half-command, half-plea.

  "I won't.... I promise... I'm sorry, Tarrik, I love you."

  A wave of heat, unlike any he'd ever felt, washed over him, and suddenly they were both moving, harder and faster. He was inside of her, around her, dominating her and yet somehow entirely under her control. She spasmed around him, crying out his name over and over again as her body convulsed with ecstasy.

  Her cries mingled with his as the force of his own orgasm slammed into him, his cock pulsing inside of her tight grip body as his jimen began to fill her. Tarrik's body bowed slightly, the primal howl ripping through him again as he claimed his mate.

  ******

  Showers were nice.

  Showers with Tarrik were even better.

  Jules felt muzzy. Sore. Completely satisfied.

  Yet her body still tingled to life as they soaped each other up and scrubbed each other down.

  The alien male had made a sex addict out of her.

  He'd even managed to fulfill the dirty hentai fantasies she'd had. Celestial Mates really knew their stuff, she mused.

  “So you’re a thief?” he asked as she soaped his tail, cleaning it off thoroughly.

  “Rob from the rich, give to the poor,” Juliette said, giving him a kind of rueful smile. The end of his tail coiled around her wrist reassuringly. It didn’t seem to matter to him. “There’s a lot of corruption on earth and people who steal from the poor and the powerless. I just try to balance the scales a little.”

  Tarrik chuckled. “You’re like a one-person Riknari team.”

  She had to laugh at that. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.”

  But she loved that he would think so. She beamed up at him, a sense of wonder filling her.

  “What?” he asked.

  "That Celestial Mates was right to bring me here," she said, feeling that rightness with her whole being. "Even though I didn't think there was anyone in the universe for me, somehow, they knew."

  Tarrik snorted. "I'm pretty sure that's their slogan." He grinned down at her. "You know... I've had a few fantasies about you and me in this shower..."

  She raised her eyebrows at him. "Oh yeah... I may have too... what are yours?"

  A few minutes later she was pressed up
against the wall of the shower, her hands wrapped around his horns, his tail wrapped around her waist and holding her up, hands cupping her ass, while he pounded between her thighs as the water streamed over them.

  Who knew the Masters Group had been doing her such a big favor when they'd chased her off of Earth?

  ******

  Almost one year later

  Grinning ear to ear, Tarrik walked into the ship. His crew was all standing in the main hold to greet him.

  "Welcome back, Captain!" Mrik said, grinning just as broadly. "We've missed you!"

  "Thanks, I've missed this too," he said, happily looking around at everyone.

  "I was talking to her," Mrik teased, as Jules came up beside Tarrik, his tail immediately reaching for her when they'd stopped moving. It didn't seem to matter how long they'd been mated, his tail always wanted to be wrapped around her, even when they were arguing - which had made for some interesting fights. Fortunately they hadn't had too many of those.

  Seeing everyone waiting there for them, her eyes were shining with happiness and excitement as well.

  "Ugh, don't try to make me the Captain," she said, making a face. "Too much responsibility. This is my vacation, dammit! No making Tarrik do any work either."

  "But what if I want to do the work?"

  She punched his shoulder.

  It had turned out that Tarrik and Juliette - he still refused to call her Jules, since he was the only one who could get away with calling her by her full name it seemed more special - made a damned good team. Almost brutally efficient in fact.

  They'd also both felt the call of space and travel, and Juliette had ended up laying out a plan that would allow them to run the office most of the time but also be on board ship for part of the cycle. Although Juliette insisted they go as 'passengers' rather than a working part of the crew. He knew her too well though; they'd probably spend the first day fucking and then she was going to want to play with the ship's computers.

  He was looking forward to spending some time on the bridge with his old crew. Maybe taking command of the ship for a bit if Mrik truly didn't mind.

  They were going to Chrysili for the Celestial Bursts festival again too, where they'd meet up with his parents and then hitch a ride with them back home. While Tarrik would like to have gone for a full tour with his old ship and crew, that wasn't possible yet. Maybe eventually, especially if these initial test run trips went well and the office continued to work smoothly at home in their absence.