by Pearl Tate
“Okaaay. That sounds good. I think.” My hesitant voice gives away my serious fucking confusion. “But I still don’t really understand. Why will they give them to me and not Bren?”
Brock looks at Bren strangely and they all laugh.
“It sounds like Bren forgot to mention that our world is run by the females. As such, you are now a full citizen of Quasar and have the same rights as all the other Family Union Leads on our world.”
What the fuck?!
CHAPTER TWENTY
- Bren
I hadn’t intentionally kept this information from Hannah. Not purposefully. Not the way that Atticus and Brock are now insinuating. Granted, if she was a Quasar Family Unit Lead, lies of omission are still considered lies. Punishable as a lie by law. And I guess technically, we all now know—she is considered that. But it’s hard to view her that way. She’s just so different from them.
“I didn’t not tell her in an attempt to deceive or coerce something. I swear it.” Putting her next to me on the bed, I drop my knees to the floor and open my palms to her at chest height to show my sincerity. Not just to her either but to Atticus and Brock who are watching closely.
“Is this a joke?” Hannah’s eyes squint suspiciously as she questions me. Of course, she doesn’t understand the severity of what I could be accused of.
“No. And the fact that she thinks it is, means we have some work to do before we reach the planet.” Atticus is now looking nervous. “If we are going to pull this off and have her integrate into our society, you can’t carry her around and keep her in the dark. She has to sound like and act like one of our women.”
Fuck that. I don’t want Hannah to be anything like them. She speaks up before I can though.
“I heard that bitch on the call and I’ll never be like that! And I like when Bren carries me around. What’s the big deal?” My beautiful, feisty mate. She knows what she wants and says what she feels. She can do this easily.
“I agree that I never want Hannah to be like our women. She’s kind and thoughtful. I’ve never had her demand anything unreasonable.” I stand from my knees and move back to her side on the end of the bed.
Hannah cuts me off. “Hey! I think the only thing I’ve asked for is a comb. Maybe food too…”
“The point is, yes, I understand what you are getting at. But there is only going to be so much that we can do. There aren’t any women on the ship and we can’t contact anyone’s mother or sister because there is no way that call won’t get intercepted and then we won’t have the element of surprise.”
Everyone is silent for a few seconds before Hannah looks up. “I have an idea.”
“What are you thinking?” I stroke her hair and feel the silky strands flow under my fingers. Her brow puckers and she bites her lip.
“Simple stuff. I’ll sit with each of you in turn and run through what you think will happen when we reach the planet. I can ask questions and each time I go through it with one of you, you’ll give me new variations of how the circumstances will play out. That’ll give me new questions. You can each teach me how you think I should talk, and act and I’ll take notes When the time comes, I’ll have to figure it out how to deal with things depending on the circumstances.”
Her idea is not bad. I look at Atticus and Brock and they seem to be thinking the same.
She doesn’t wait for any of us to answer. “If you have some more people on the ship that I could run through it with, besides you all, it would help too. How much time do I have until we reach your planet?”
“Fourteen days or rotations.” I’m impressed with her mind. She seems strong and determined. This would never work if she wasn’t willing to try. She’s going to be the only thing between us and the council when we arrive.
“I’m sorry that you have to go through this.” She waves away my concerns as I continue. “I know you don’t know my brother Matthias, but I have to show Vina that none of this was intentional, so she doesn’t take it out on him.”
“That is wishful thinking.” Brock stands and faces the door before swinging around quickly. “Who else knows about your mating?”
“You mean that I’ve told?” I roll my eyes. “I’ve only told you all and Trevek. He stopped by and wanted to have a look at her and I showed him she was mine. I have no idea who he may have told.” I can feel Hannah’s annoyance with Travek through our bond and it makes me smile.
“Well, Trevek is gearing up to take off here at the third jump. He thinks that he and a few associates will be able to get to earth for their own profit, if you know what I mean.” Brock leans back against the wall and crosses his arms.
Hannah growls to hear this and looks at me like I can do something about it.
“Is it worth death? The Ashen will be well within their rights to stop and kill him. We may never see them again.” Atticus seems surprised to hear this but I’m not. Trevek plays by a different set of rules than the rest of us.
“Must be worth it to him. But since he knows, he would be a good one for Hannah to spend some time with quizzing. Maybe we can find out who else he may have told.” Brock’s casual attitude about it is annoying.
It does bothers me, especially considering the true nature of why he stopped by the first time. Thinking about Hannah being passed around and other males touching her…I almost lose my mind just thinking of it. I’m not even sure how Hannah will feel about talking to him either. I’ll try to control myself and leave it up to her. Pressing down my feelings, I grind out, “It’s up to Hannah.”
“We may find out if he told someone. Although I think that they may already know. Or have heard. The thing is, I don’t think they believe. They don’t want to believe so they think someone made it up as an excuse of some sort.” Atticus looks at me. “Don’t you think the entire thing is very odd? There must be a leak since we are heading back. I think if we asked around, more people on the the ship have heard the rumors than not. They probably just don’t believe it either.”
“It is hard to believe.” Brock interjects. “It would be considered a joke or lie.”
“I agree. It happened to me, but I still can’t believe it.” I can’t keep the smile off my lips as I look at Hannah. Yes, there will be trouble, but the blessing outweighs any consequences.
“So you’re still happy to be stuck with me?” Hannah’s sing song voice makes me smile.
“You have no idea.” I answer sincerely. My heart swells with pride that she is mine. Strong, smart, and brave. How did I get so lucky? As she climbs into my lap, Brock waves to Atticus and they head out the door.
“Call us when you are ready to start.” I barely hear them as Hannah lowers herself onto my lap and her shirt rides up. Lifting up a bit, she pulls it even higher to settle her cunt directly on my cock, barely contained in my uniform.
“Well maybe—since they left, you should show me?” I don’t bother to mention they specifically left so that I could show her. I don’t think it dawns on her that we can all smell her beautiful fragrance when she becomes ready for me.
“I can show you when ever you need me to.” She pulls apart the front of my uniform, opening it to my cock and grasping it firmly in her hand. Stroking once, twice, I twitch as she tortures me. Thrusting into her hand, I can’t control myself any longer. She will tell me if she wants something different. My Hannah is not shy and so far, she has been pleased with all of our sexual encounters.
Lifting her up, I twist to the side as she releases my cock to throw her arms around my neck. Pinning her against the wall, our faces are close as my rigid cock rubs against her firmly. My hips rotate round and round, rubbing her juices and making her squirm in my arms.
As I slide my length down, I settle against her opening and feel the slight give into her welcoming depths. Warm, wet, and inviting. She feels like this everywhere for me. Pulling my face closer, she tilts her head slightly and presses her lips to mine. Now we are locked intimately in two places and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, fucking her
face with the abandon I feel in my heart.
As I revel in these erotic connections, I sink deeper, feeling her opening around the tip of my cock. Her tongue presses inside my mouth as I sink my cock into her. At her deep moan, I pause. Throbbing, I enjoy her tongue and suck on it as I imagine her cunt sucking on me as I rock into her.
It’s heaven. So wonderful and inviting. She’s starting to come apart in my arms as I suck and meet her tongue with my own. I can’t control myself as I sink balls deep and feel her moan deep in my throat, joining it with my own. Pinning her to the wall, she arches and grinds her clit on me as I rub against her in small circles, never retreating as I wait for her to adjust to me.
Breaking our mouths apart, she breaths, “Move Bren! Please! I need you hard and deep inside me.” Locking our lips together, I firmly grasp one of her butt cheeks in each hand. Gently tugging her open, I use my larger body to plow in and out of her.
I try not to over think and worry about the brutal pace I set. I’m far from gentle but it feels so incredible. Her groans and breath matches my own as I spread her thighs with my hips, pushing deeper into her. Dropping lower at a new angle, her body tightens in my arms so I speed up even more to intensify the sensation.
“Bren!” She screams my name as she violently comes minutes later. Tensing, I more snarl than speak as I explode, pumping into her in jerky short motions. I can feel my release pouring into her body in heated spurts.
“Hannah,” I groan. Tightening my arms, I pant heavily as she kisses my lips and cheeks. “You’re mine and I’ll never let you go. Never.”
“No never.” She breaths back in between kisses. “That’s perfect.” Shutting her eyes, her body relaxes even though her legs stay locked around me.
Moving us to the bed, I settle her on top of me, still buried inside her as we catch our breath. I need to get moving and line up all we need to carry out, but I can’t help pausing to stroke her back and enjoy her slight weight on me.
My heart is now on my chest for all to see. There can be no mistakes. Fourteen rotations will go quickly. I need to make sure that Hannah is confident and prepared to wield the power in our society she has inherited with our mating.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- Hannah
TWO WEEKS LATER
There wasn’t anything we discussed that prepared me for this!
“Where is Bren?” The large alien guarding the door looks at me impassively. He’s about six feet tall and doesn’t say a word, just drops his eyes back to my feet.
The door he’s guarding opens and closes swiftly as an older female alien enters. The biggest shock and why I’m taking a step back even now, is how big these women are. I thought Bren is big—Brock is big. But the females are bigger. Not a lot bigger than Brock, but remember he’s got to be seven feet tall. It was hard to see that scale on a video monitor display. So, it’s starting to make more sense why the women run the planet. It’s very similar to how men do on earth. Might makes right and all that happy horse shit. It’s not that men don’t have rights or aren’t considered equal. It’s just equal in their own way. Not that there aren’t exceptions to the rules but in general, that’s the way it is.
“Now my dear. He’s been instructed not to speak with you.” Despite their generous size, they still are beautiful. The size they are is proportional and except for their hair and somewhat different features, they aren’t that different looking from humans. Long flowing robes float around her as she moves around me and back to the seating area. “We will be convening here shortly to finalize and make public your good news, but until then—let’s talk.”
Letting out a pent up, frustrated breath as I sink into the chair across from her, I try to relax. Sure, I spent hour after hour with Travek, Bren, Atticus, and Brock, running over what they envisioned would happen when we arrived. I think about how it almost killed Bren to let me interact with Travek for the long hours it took to run through all my questions. Even with him there the whole time, there was a permanent snarl on his lips.
Kind of endearing in a weird—you have it bad—way.
Travek was an invaluable source of information though. I learned a lot from him. One of the reasons he knows more than most and seems to get away with a lot, is he is part of the ruling family of the planet. Typical. It seems they really aren’t that much different than earth. His mom has a dozen kids, three quarters of them male, so even though they expect him to sow his wild oats, they don’t want him to end up dead. He’s one of the main smugglers of the non-mainstream and outlawed items that end up in their cities. A profession inherited from an uncle. And it’s all very well known.
Even though I don’t agree with his newest plan to start importing women from earth, he swears he will only grab the ones with mates. When I asked how he planned to make sure of that, he said he doesn’t have that figured out yet.
Right. But focusing on the here and now, there’s no way we could have seen this coming.We were still planning to have the element of surprise. Either they definitely knew a mating had occurred because they had a spy on board or they had plans either way, whether it had happened or not. I don’t know who I’m kidding anyways. These are fucking advanced alien civilizations. Their surveillance systems are probably so advanced, I wouldn’t even comprehend them.
It doesn’t matter at this point. And this isn’t necessarily bad. This is hopefully the result where we wanted to end up—in front of the council.
“I’m Marquel Sune of the Sune Lineage, one of three head council members that have multiple divisions under my ruling and I’ve been appointed to just ask a few questions before we head out in front of everyone.”
Yes! This was exactly what we wanted. I’m sitting with the head of the historian and religious sects. This is very, very good.
“Certainly. What are your questions?” I’m genuinely curious too. What’s the council going to ask me? I’m the first earth representative they have run across. This should be interesting.
“Do humans on earth, that is the correct terminology of your species and what you call yourselves?” I nod at her polite pause. “Do humans on earth have mates?” She doesn’t have gray in her hair. I think the only thing that made me feel she’s older are the faint lines around her eyes and on her forehead. They’re accentuated as she raises her eyebrows with her question.
“We do commit to life partners in most cultures on the planet, but it isn’t a biological match and commitment like what has occurred with Bren and me. We meet someone, spend time with them and then make a commitment. Sometimes in front of others. The ceremony is called marriage.”
“Interesting.” Her head cocks as she seems to scrutinize me.
What does that mean? Her clear, only lightly lined skin furrows again as she asks her next question. “How did you know that Bren was your mate?”
“When I noticed the tattoos…uh, markings. You know? I’m just starting to realize and separate out when I feel my emotions compared to his.” I bring my hand unconsciously to my chest, palm over my heart.
“So you didn’t know before you met? No dreams or premonitions before your initial meeting?” She seems honestly interested. I hope that I’m not making a mistake by answering these questions but they do seem harmless. None of these things can change. They happened.
“No. I’m not sure if it would be that way for everyone on earth but most humans don’t have much ESP. That’s what we call extra sensory perception.” I put both my hands over my heart. “I can feel Bren’s worry. Where is he?”
“Just in another room being questioned like you.” She waves her hand casually. “This is all very standard when a mating is discovered.”
Perfect opportunity. “Yes. Bren mentioned that I could request the full history and all laws surrounding and pertaining to mating. I’d like to get access to that and understand better this new culture I’ve been welcomed into.” I smile sweetly. A very rehearsed line and smile but it seems to have pleased her.
“Certainl
y. Certainly.” She nods. “After the confirmation ceremony, we can get that to you.” Standing, her flowing robes drop to the floor. “If you will follow me, we can go and head into the amplitheater.”
Finally! I know it’s only been a little while but Bren’s face when we were separated is still on my mind. He fought, and I yelled out all the rehearsed phrases that were supposed to keep him by my side. But I was quickly cut off by three council representatives who assured me this was very temporary and only until everyone was assembled to make our mating formal and complete.
They apologized, of course but also said it was totally normal and I remembered that this whole assembly was our end goal. So, here I am again. Following another robed figure through humongous halls, decorated with full height painting on the walls in fresco style artwork of the aliens. They look so similar to humans. The significant difference being the size and their hair.
Marquel Sune’s hair is artfully wound up on top of her head. The only comparison for the height and style that comes to mind is Barbie! No human woman would ever have that much hair, even if she grew it to her ankles. They also all appear to have darker skin and hair tones. If they have blond-haired people or red heads, I haven’t seen any yet.
Following her through doors, slowly opened by guards clad in gauzy material, it’s hard not to stare. I can easily see their junk and I feel the demeaning reverse gender roles in full force. None of them are wearing shirts, except a few seem to have a sash of some sort. Their pants, if they can be called that when you can see right through them, are high waisted with a thick band around their middle and the sheer material stops about six inches from the floor. Like floods. This makes me want to giggle but I’m sure it is highly inappropriate. It’s just the stress.
Of course, no one compares to Bren, which makes me start worrying about him all over again.
I’m led out onto a stage that opens up into an amphitheater, the size I’ve never seen before. It’s huge! I’ve been to concerts in stadiums and this is a lot bigger. What looks like tiny drones, the size of a hummingbird, buzz around coming within ten feet or so, silently zooming in and out.
