Talson's Test

by Marie Harte

  A strange light lit Kels’s eyes. “Very well.” He winked at her. “I can’t wait for Father to meet your iriu, little sister.” He said something to her brothers she couldn’t quite make out, and they erupted into laughter.

  Z looked pleased enough, until he saw her displeasure. “Now veyu. Don’t be like that. Remember how much you love me.”

  Her brothers laughed louder.

  Adri awoke four days later, pleasantly sore between her legs with a knot in her neck. Her pillow, a muscular arm that smelled better than chocolate, shifted under her head and forced her to leave the warm haven his body projected sooner than she would have liked. With a sigh, she stared at the male perfection lying so close and tucked a stray strand of his silky black hair behind his ear.

  Such a strong, uncompromising face. She petted his smooth cheek. So powerful, so hard, she reflected, glancing at his cock and marveling at its length as he stirred. I had that up my ass? She blushed at the things she’d done since meeting her iriu. In her entire forty-six years, she’d never had sex with two men at once, never even fantasized about it. Yet in the span of one week, she’d not only fucked two men, she’d had her mate orally, vaginally, and anally at the snap of his fingers. And she’d never come so hard.

  Rising slowly from the bed, she pondered her new circumstances and entered the lav. Idly drifting from one glorious recollection of the previous nights’ escapades to another, she let the hot shower soothe her sore muscles. Zaret was a hell of a lover and a powerful iriu, but not a very comfortable pillow.

  The curtain to the shower suddenly opened, and she stifled a shriek. Zaret stood there looking extremely satisfied. “Thought I’d join you.”

  His erection grew as she stared, bobbing slightly when he took her silence as consent. Then he entered and began washing her, his large hands gliding sensuously over her body, and all thought vanished like steam rising in the air.

  “You’re curved in all the right places.”

  She sighed and let him tend to her, growing more and more aroused.

  “I need you, veyu. My cock is hungry for another taste of that fine ass.”

  She shivered, excited and nervous at the same time. He’d breached her with tenderness before, but he was so big. Uncomfortable, painful, and yet so sexy she’d cried out when she’d come. And he wanted to do it again. His needs stoked her own, and she agreed before she thought too much about it.

  Zaret knew, and he grinned.

  “Bastard. You like knowing it’s unnerving.”

  “Yeah. Adds to the spice.” He winked, and she smothered a smile.

  She knew he’d never hurt her, but sexual pain, for some bizarre reason, turned her on. She’d never known that about herself before, but Zaret showed her new facets of herself every day.

  He nodded to the bed and waited for her to precede him. When she came abreast of him, he pulled her to his front, letting her feel his hard length against the small of her back. “I’m hungry for you, baby. So hard. I want you to lube me up nice and wet.”

  She shivered and grabbed the jar by the bed. Dipping her fingers in it, she applied the gel to his cock. Playing with him made her more than wet, and by the time she’d covered him from his cockhead to his balls, she ached to feel him inside her.

  Reading her mind, he gave her a cruel smile and nodded to the bed. “On your hands on knees, and spread your legs wider. You need to make room for me.”

  She braced herself, waiting, but then he surprised her. She heard a drawer open, and then something soft and wet nudged into her sex.

  “Here you go. Let’s fill up that wet pussy.”

  She moaned, loving when he talked so frank. He didn’t go easy either. He shoved the dildo inside her, one that matched his dimensions.

  Needing him to take her, she shifted on her hands and knees, waiting. Then he smacked her hard on the ass.

  “Hey.”

  “Stop moving. Or maybe you’d like me to smack you again?” The playful man liked stimulating her past her comfort zones. But the thought of him inside her was enough to throw her into a fiery passion. “No? You’re too hungry to feel me up your ass, aren’t you?”

  “Zaret.”

  He leaned next to her and dipped his fingers into the jar, then settled behind her again. “Call me Master.”

  “Damn it. No.”

  He inched his finger along her hole, rimming her with slick digits.

  The sensation blew her mind. “Oh yeah. Stars. Please.” She clenched around the dildo needing more pressure. Needing him to move.

  “Please, what?” His deep voice thrilled her. Her iriu wanted her, badly. She could hear it in the thrumming pleasure of his breathy commands.

  “Oh hell. Master. Okay?” She caught her breath when he shoved his finger deeper, then added another. The thick sensation, especially when he rubbed against the skin separating her rectum from her pussy, had her moving against her will. She pushed back, fucking herself on his fingers.

  “That’s a good girl. Veyu, you set me on fire. My fingers are so hot right now, deep inside your tight ass.” The gravel in his low timbre signaled his end, so she wasn’t surprised when he removed his fingers and pushed against her anus.

  “Push out. Fuck, yeah, that’s it. Let me in.” He continued to prod her, sticking himself inside her bit by bit, not rushing, but not letting her stop him either.

  Zaret dominated, and they both loved it. When he finally seated himself the entire way inside her, he paused, his grip on her hips bruising, but so good.

  “Z, you’re too big.”

  “And you’re perfect. So tight around me. I love my balls against your wet slit. Stars, veyu. You were made for this. You were made for me.” He pulled out and slowly pushed back in. He pulled back and reached between them, found the dildo, and then flicked a switch on it.

  The damn thing started vibrating, and she nearly lost her mind. “Zaret. Master. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  He swore as he took her ass with deep, penetrating strokes. And as their desire grew, he thrust harder inside her. To her shock, the heat of contact made everything more pleasurable. Especially when she felt his psychei burst into fragments of unimaginable pleasure. Energy filled the room, bathing them both in the glow of desire.

  He came inside her just as he twisted his hips and gave her the pressure she needed to orgasm. She clenched hard around him and the dildo, and the tension made her head spin.

  Together, they fell into a well of tortured bliss, the ecstasy overpowering.

  Moments later, Z withdrew and pulled the dildo from her body. After he cleaned them both up, he had the nerve to enter her again, this time to bathe her sex with more of his seed. His stamina was unparalleled, especially because he somehow had her just as crazed for him, just as needy.

  An hour and several positions later, Adri and Zaret left the shower for a second time. Dressing in the last set of clothes Val had brought her, she knew she needed to return home to pack up the rest of her things. Since she’d never known how long she might stay in any one place, she didn’t have all that much to transport. Some clothes, a few memories captured on holovid, a trinket or two, but nothing more.

  To Zaret, she said, “I suppose I need to pack. Or are you planning on us living here? Your family does hold the Outer Port.”

  Zaret finished dressing and kissed her soundly on the lips. “I don’t know, Adri. This is all as new to me as it is to you. Talson Shipping has business all over Earth, as well as in several ports on Werfal 6 and 7. I told you I run our interests on Port Nule, but there are many places we could live. What would you have us do?”

  She loved the fact he honestly cared about her feelings. Zaret treated her like an equal, and every day she grew to love him more. “I love the freedom of not living under my father’s thumb here in New Hattan, but I miss the Otra. I miss our culture and the clans. And now that you’ve pretty much declared me untouchable, it seems like we can go anywhere.”

  Zaret nodded. “Personally, I�
��d like us to live on Werfal 7. I love my family. You’ll find the Talsons aren’t like other Otra. We’re somewhat human in the way we interact with one another, mostly because Shea wouldn’t let my father be any other way. Women’s equality, sharing emotions and feelings.” He made a face. “That’s what we’re all about.”

  “Sounds perfect to me.” She beamed at him. “I know my family didn’t make the best impression, but they do love me. Unfortunately, they are as they were raised. The few female friends I had at home married and left Werfal 5 twenty years ago. The ‘San Fal are a mostly male-dominated clan.”

  He blinked. “Twenty years ago? How old are you?”

  “Forty-six. Why?”

  He gaped. “You’re a cradle robber! I’m nearly half your age, veyu.” His grin turned into a laugh.

  “Yeah, ha ha. Wait until my family learns you’re just a baby.”

  “I’ll show them a baby.” The glance he gave her belly should have alarmed her, but to her astonishment, it made her want to go back to bed and try again.

  She let out a loud breath. “Perhaps we shouldn’t talk about age, hmm?”

  “Whatever you say, Adri. So about your father… I don’t want you to worry about him anymore. You’re mine now. Part of my family, and we ‘Or Fal protect our own.” He looked deeply into her eyes, and she could see the strength and power that made him and his family legends not only in the shipping world, but in history of their culture. The Talsons had always been legendary. And now she’d mated one.

  Z continued. “I’ve dealt with my share of pirates, thieves, and offworld aliens intent on an Otra dinner.” A glint of steel and humor lit his eyes. “I think I can handle one outlaw father, even one as tough as Tearn Rem.”

  “Good.” Feeling as though a great weight had lifted off her, because she truly believed him, Adri walked out with him into the main suite and manufactured them breakfast, including a meal for Val, since he’d stayed in the adjoining room of the suite on his last night in New Hattan.

  As if on cue, he left his bedroom and joined them, yawning and scratching his bared belly. The man looked good in pants and nothing else, but he wasn’t as handsome as her iriu. She liked Val, a sentiment that paled considering what they’d been through with The Testing. Yet with it complete, it was as if her time with him had never happened. Her body felt no heat in his presence. Odd.

  “Not ‘odd’, good.” Z grunted. “And I won’t apologize for trespassing on your thoughts, not when they concern my pretty little brother.”

  Adri rolled her eyes and smiled, content in a way she had never been before. Though she had a father and brothers, not to mention dozens of uncles and cousins, she had never had a close relationship with any male she could truly call a friend. The few Otra males her age that she’d encountered were too wary of her father to linger for more than a night or two of sex. And at work on Earth, she’d kept her distance from most men, not comfortable with the way they looked at her. Val made up for all that gladly, like the charming brother she’d always wanted. And in Zaret, she’d found the love of her life.

  Z read her well. The glowing look in his eyes spoke volumes. “I love you, veyu.” He cleared his throat and said aloud, “Speaking of your father, I think it’s time he found out you’ve found your iriu. I don’t trust your brothers to tell him how truly happy you are. Let’s call him first and schedule a visit. I hate to think of the poor man worrying.” Zaret gave her a wolfish grin and picked up the vidphone.

  11

  Before stopping on Werfal 5, Z decided to visit his parents at home. They travelled to Werfal 7 aboard one of Talson Shipping’s luxury liners. After a full day showing off the ship to his new mate, Zaret had left her in Val’s capable hands while he sought relief from a pressing headache that wouldn’t leave him alone.

  He dozed fitfully and finally fell asleep, only to have a return of his fiery nightmare. He thrashed and resisted the burn until a woman’s soft voice and persistent hands stroked him into wakefulness.

  “Zaret. Z, wake up, veyu.”

  He wanted to, but something kept impeding his return to her. And then she wrapped her hands around his cock.

  He blinked his eyes wide open. As if The Testing had never ended, Z felt a driving need to possess his wife, his love. Thrusting up into her touch, he opened his eyes to see her naked and looming over him. She released his cock only to straddle him, replacing her soft hands with even softer flesh.

  Wet and aroused, she slid over him, not letting him penetrate while she teased him and herself, rubbing her clit with his cockhead. He reached up and cradled her breasts in his palms. He kneaded her golden skin until it became rosy with his touch and pinched her nipples until she cried out and soaked him with her need.

  “Baby, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode,” he gasped, groaning when she grabbed his hands and slapped them flat to the bed, then slid over his cock, capturing him within her heat until she flattened against his balls.

  He lay under her, watching as she rode him, something familiar and yet foreign about this act.

  She leaned down and kissed him, rubbing her tits against him while playing with his tongue, mimicking the suction around his hard cock. Stroking and sucking, she allowed his tongue deep in her mouth, taking his control with it. Like a wild man, he jerked and thrust up into her, forcing her to bounce up and slam back down.

  Her breath caught and her breasts heaved, her nipples so hard he wanted to bite them. His heart rate increased, his cock filled with suppressed need. Unable to wait any longer, Z yanked a hand free and pinched her clit, stimulating her into an orgasm that gripped him like a vise.

  The hold on his flesh jerked him into an eruption of lust so profound that for a moment he saw blackness as he poured into her. Her walls continued to milk him as she cried out his name, and he clenched her hips to move her over him, making her take his last drop.

  “Do you think it will always be like this?” she asked, panting over his chest.

  Before he could answer, the ship rocked, throwing them close to the edge of the bed.

  “What the hell?”

  He grabbed her tightly as they were pitched off the bed, landing on his back to protect her. Cursing, he disengaged from her to rise quickly to his feet and dressed, memories of his nightmare coming to haunt him.

  “We’re under attack,” he said with a certainty he wished he didn’t feel.

  Adri simply nodded, accepting his words as fact. “What can I do?”

  His first thought was to tell her to stay in the cabin and lock the door, but staring at her, knowing what she was capable of, he did the opposite of what an Otra male normally did in times of crisis. He asked for her help.

  “Come with me.”

  She hurriedly finished dressing and raced with him out the door, past frightened passengers up several decks to the bridge, where Val and the captain argued.

  “Those two fighters are missing, and I want to know where the hell they are.” Val’s eyes glowed with anger that grew as the captain hemmed and hawed. Rage filled the small cabin, like a force that whipped between the two men. Something felt decidedly off here, and Z knew the time had come to confront the frightening future he continued to see in his dreams. He’d be damned if he’d let Adri get hurt.

  “Val? What’s going on?”

  “Captain Dickhead here has no idea where the port-flanking defense fighters are.” Val advanced on the captain, all but in his face. “Nor can he explain why those same shields are down. We’ve been attacked by two Cam class vessels, no doubt pirate but small enough to have gone undetected as a threat by our scanners. Problem is, with those shields down and the fighters missing, they can stall us if they hit our lower port engines, and with the way we’ve been rocking and rolling, I’d say that’s their plan.”

  Z shot the sweating captain a knowing glance. “Interesting they knew just where to find our hidden engine mounts when the exhausts are at least a five-length below us. And to disengage the shield
s, one has to know the proper codes, codes very few on this ship possess.”

  The captain swallowed audibly and took a step back from Val and Z. Before he could run, Val used his telekinesis to haul the man onto a nearby stool and held him tight with a band of psychei. The weaker Otra could only sit in Val’s angry psychic embrace.

  “I know how to handle this.” Z glanced to the ship’s offensive weapon controls. He’d trained for just such an occurrence, but had never thought they’d have to put those practices into effect.

  Val shot the captain a dark look. “Did I mention our offensives are coincidentally malfunctioning?”

  “All of them?” Z jerked his gaze back to the captain in surprise. Their saboteur had done a damn fine job of sinking the ship, so to speak. As it stood, they were nearly dead in space, a vessel begging to be boarded and overhauled.

  Adri’s warm hand gripped his own.

  “I can help,” she said quietly. “My fire is strong, Zaret. Let me show you.”

  Remembrances of her lying so still on the ground shook him.

  “It’s not just me,” she reminded him. “We need to save everyone on the ship, iriu. Trust me. I can do this.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Between living and dying? Yes.”

  He knew she was right. The pirates would take the ship to their nearest station, salvaging all the precious metals and items they could, raping and/or selling what women and men they figured would make them currency. The rest of the passengers would be killed, and only the lucky ones would die quickly.

  “Okay, then let’s do this. Both of us. Use my psychei to aim your fire. The minute you feel any pain, break away. I mean it.”

  “Yes. Fine.”

  “I swear I’ll spank that ass for weeks if you don’t. I won’t lose you now. Not when I’ve finally found you.”

  She smiled, her love so sweet and giving he knew he couldn’t live without her.