Page 31 of Her Alien Delegate (Necia Alien Warriors)

"We will now offer our ormete," Pheyal said, and they all kneeled on either side of me, lifting their braids. Strands of silver hair glowed and lifted like they were caught in a gentle breeze.

I reached out my hand, and each of their ormetes floated up to wrap around my hand and wrist. My skin warmed at the contact.

"I, Commissioner Pheyal, offer my scent."

"I, Tactician Vaquel, offer my scent."

"I, Broma, Commissioner of AsunGor, offer my scent."

Warmth tingled up my nose, and my thighs clenched together.

It became difficult to breathe, each inhale coming in shallow and rapid.

With a twitch of my fingers, I caressed their smooth tentacles.

They had their main ormete braided and decorated with bones and memories, but what wrapped around my wrist were unadorned tentacles.

I had to ask, my voice low and husky, "Where are your memories?"

"We're making them now, little delegate," Broma replied.

"There are ormete we save only for a mate," Pheyal explained.

"For her," Vaquel corrected Pheyal.

"For you," Broma confirmed, watching me squirm in my own skin.

"What is happening to me? I feel... I feel so..." I moaned and gripped their ormete tighter in my hand, my other hand reaching to run my fingers through Broma's strands.

"Do you wish for us to care for you?" His head leaned into my touch, and he closed his eyes with a moan that I echoed back as I rubbed my thighs together.

"She is reacting strongly to our scents," Pheyal said with a pleased grin.

Vaquel took a deep inhale and groaned. "She isn't the only one."

But I couldn't fall into his trap again without knowing what it meant to bond for an unGor.

"Bode," I tried to activate him with a rasp. "What happens to an unGor when they bond?"

Will he leave me again?"

"UnGor keep much of their planet's dynamics disconnected from technology, but according to much of my research, they have one primary delegate, considered similar to human marriage, but more than a contract.

They can only obtain one bond, but that bond can grow if another unGor bonds with the same delegate, expanding their delegation with the approval of the delegate.

Bonds are not immediate and must be maintained until fully matured or risk harming the unGor's health.

Based on tracking news of Commissioner Trema's delegation, her mates were numbered in hundreds if we conclude that every clan had at least one commissioner sent to mate with her, and no records of her rejecting any of those offers. "

"Hundreds?" I gasped.

"She seems to have connected with the Blue District database," Pheyal commented.

"She seems frightened," Vaquel added.

"We bond only once," Broma assured. "Only you are in charge of who we accept into your delegation. One cannot force a permanent bond, and you can reject a mate by denying them what they need to bond."

"What do you need?" I asked him.

"You."

My heart swelled with warmth and the air felt charged as my whole body begged to be touched.

"She's ready," Pheyal spoke deeply.

They all released their ormete from my hand, and I whimpered at the loss of contact with them as my body cooled with their absence. I shivered.

My vision went fuzzy and their voices seemed to echo in my head.

"I always imagined we'd do this on AsunGor," Vaquel said, breathing heavy.

"We won't be able to leave this ship without her marking at least one of us," Pheyal's voice floated around me, and I didn't know if he was to my right or left anymore.

"Do you think it will work on a human?" Vaquel asked.

"It has to," Broma said before groaning like he was feeling exactly what I was feeling.

"I can't see." I panted and rubbed my hands over my arms, feeling them tingle under the touch.

"Do not panic." Broma's voice felt far off, and yet so close, like I could reach out and grab him.

"That's exactly what someone would say when there is reason to panic," I grumbled, but it wasn't panic I felt. My body felt alive with nerves firing off with anticipation for something. My pussy clenched, and I knew what my body wanted.

"The gen of finding ends when you mark us."

"How do I do that?" I didn't have fangs to bite them. And my nails were much too soft to scratch them. Bode had told me as much with unGor mates that they claimed mates with biting and scratching, marking their flesh. My nails were more likely to break than to mark them.

"Your hand was given an enzyme that will react with an oil we placed on our neck. We've each chosen a design fitting what we wish to be for you."

"Support," Vaquel promised.

"Strength," Pheyal added next.

"Everything," Broma whispered hopefully.

I chuckled. "What does everything look like?"

"The life flower of AsunGor's mountain peaks. Strong enough to withstand the greatest winds, valued more than my own life, and the rarest of blooms capable of miracles."

"On AsunGor," Pheyal added, "the life flower represents the goddess, and an agreement to dedicate everything a warrior is in service to the goddess's happiness. In service to your happiness."

"My support is for her happiness too," Vaquel defended his own mark.

I smiled, and reached out, my hand gripping through warm ormete strands until my wrist came into contact with something that tingled like my arm waking up from poor blood circulation.

The ormete wrapped around me to keep my wrist in place, and I heard Broma moan.

Then he lifted my hand. His tongue licked my warm wrist, and the contact made me shiver all the way down to my toes.

"What was that?"

"Our bond," he said, and my vision cleared to see the strange, and beautiful flower etched into his neck. The same tattoo was on my wrist. "That one is so everyone can see it. The next one will be just for us."

"The next one?"

Broma smiled at me and kissed his way from my wrist up to my elbow and inhaled my scent.

"You promised that spot was mine," Pheyal growled territorially.

"You can discuss that with our mate later," he licked my inner elbow, and I groaned.

I felt hands lifting my shirt over my head, but they weren't Broma's as he was kissing my stomach, inching my pants down.

His ormete were caressing my skin as his mouth suckled at the sensitive skin at my hip, leading between my legs.

"I've got her," Pheyal assured, his firm chest was now behind me as he nuzzled into my neck.

My weight was lifted as his arms went under mine, allowing Broma to remove my pants. He tossed them at Vaquel, who lifted them to his face and inhaled the scent of my arousal.

I never thought I would be doing any of this with multiple men, but I wasn't scared, and it didn't feel as exposing as having strangers watching me. Pheyal and Vaquel were strangers, I thought oddly, but I felt safe.

"Why do I feel so safe with you?" I turned my head up to stare at Pheyal as he wrapped his arms around me. I reached up to touch his ormete, and they wrapped around my arm with a light squeeze. I watched as the ormete under his braid rubbed at my elbow.

"Because you are safe," Pheyal smiled. He shivered with a groan as my fingers gently glided across his scar under his blind eye.

His ormete glowed, making his dark grey skin sparkle like stars.

Then Broma's tongue flicked between my legs, and I moaned.

My arms flung up behind me to wrap around Pheyal's neck for support.

A tingling sensation rippled through my body, and my elbow warmed.

Broma propped my thighs on his shoulders while I felt his ormete put pressure at my entrance, teasing in little pulses as his tongue played around my clit. With a gasp, I clenched my thighs around him, and I felt warmth tingle through me again.

"What are you, a wall?" Vaquel teased Pheyal as he leaned over to gently take my chin in his hand and guide my mouth to his, whispering, "Do you want to know where I want to share our mark?"

My lip trembled as Broma worked his ormete against my sensitive flesh.

I moaned with a nod, as Vaquel captured it with a kiss that was slow and deepened as I moaned again.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and he nipped at my bottom lip, tugging it gently back as his ormete rubbed against my teeth and along the inside of my lip.

He pulled back and his ormete laced through my black hair, guiding me to his neck. "Mark me, little mate."

I panted as Broma increased the rhythm of his mouth. An ormete tentacle penetrated deeper into my pussy, and I clenched around him as I dove forward to bite down on Vaquel's neck to muffle my building scream. My orgasm rippled through my body and warmth tingled at my lip.

"If you marked her tongue, I will duel you, even if you are my sworn brother," Pheyal growled.

"I want to feel it every time her tongue flicks against her lip and every time her pretty mouth sucks our fingers, or our—"

He was cut off as my head swung back, resting on Pheyal's shoulder as I rocked against Broma's face.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck," I screamed with a squirm.

"That's it; feed the bond with your pleasure," Vaquel said with soothing encouragement.

Broma's tongue lapped up my cum as he groaned. He pulled back to lick his chin. Broma took his fingers and swiped up my lips to scoop up my juices. Bringing his fingers to my lips, I smelled myself on him. Was this what it felt like to feel no shame? To be truly accepted?

I liked it, and I wanted more.