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Tanin

G oldie summoning him and Garnet from his bed to remove the tracker from her arm was a good and necessary thing. He was glad that the device was gone, and now they could get back to their lives and their jobs. If Gissrn tried something again, he’d deal with it then. He was sure the peacekeepers would be handling him soon anyway – if they weren’t already. They must have been delayed going after him for a reason.

Regardless, he didn’t care. Delivering their idea of justice wasn’t his business. That problem wasn’t his to deal with anymore. So long as Gissrn wasn’t bothering them, he didn’t care what happened to him.

Which meant that he could get back to what was really important.

Pleasuring his female.

He ran his nose over her neck, taking a deep breath. She’d cleaned herself in the privy before they went to meet up with Goldie, meaning his scent was no longer clinging to her skin.

That was fine. He could just replace it.

He swept her hair back from her throat, revealing the multiple dark marks he’d left there. There were more. Dotted all over her body. His last glimpse of them was when she snatched the clothes he’d brought her while she was washing. They had been brighter then. Redder.

They were settling into a darker hue now. A bit purple towards the centers. Each of them about the same size, a couple of them oddly shaped from being overlapped.

As he removed her shirt again, he went down, kissing each mark, pleased by their appearance. How long would they last? It didn’t really matter. He planned on adding more to her body as frequently as he could, so they’d never fully heal.

Little marks on his female that she clearly adored him leaving, judging by the way she moved under him and arched her back. Her hands slid under his shirt, little claws scratching into his sides. She couldn’t hurt him with such delicate things, but the sweet slices were incredible teases.

Tanin had to get back inside her. It was a clawing need deep in his belly, aching down to his balls that throbbed for her. Pent up like he’d ignored them for too long, though he’d taken her not even a full mark ago.

He’d never desired a female like this. Never known it was possible to desire anyone like this without some kind of chemical enhancement. The entire time she’d been on the mediring table, he’d been imagining all the ways he could fuck her in the medbay. On the way back, he’d actively been contemplating if it was worth walking all the way back to his room, or if he should just take the chance and claim her in one of the other rooms of the ship.

She had him imagining crazy things. Wanting insane things.

Wanting more.

Like the single taste of her had done nothing more than whet an appetite too long suppressed, he was voraciously starving for her. More of her touches. Her kisses. The pressure of her legs clinging to his hips. The heat of her tongue, slick and smooth, moving against his. The way she squeaked in surprise then laughed when he suddenly ripped her pants down.

Not far. He didn’t need them all the way off. He just had to access her hole.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, he flipped her over. Using one hand, he canted her hips up, giving him just enough of an angle to thrust his cock between her closed thighs. They couldn’t spread far due to her pants being above her knees, but that didn’t matter, because she was still slick and open from the last time he had her.

Tanin sank inside with a groan. Her panting moan, the way her fingers shook as she tightened them against the bed, driving him wild. His thrusts were shallow and smooth as he held himself off her just enough that he could see the way she tried to push back against him.

She had him wanting foolish things. Doing foolish things. Imagining a future. Like it was a gift she offered to him just with her mere presence.

And wasn’t that the true value of a female? Sure, she could bear his young. As a human, that was her species’ greatest claim to fame. And the idea of fucking his youngling into her sent a shock straight through his gut, down through his sac. He loved that idea. He vekting wanted nothing more than to pump her full of his seed until her belly grew big.

But that wasn’t the true value of this treasure trapped between his arms.

It was the way she made him yearn for more. How she made him aspire for greater things. Things he would never have wanted for himself normally. It was how her very presence improved everything on his ship. How her smile lit up the normally dim halls. The fresh, clean scent that filled the air now thanks to her. How she made everything nicer. The way she gave him purpose that was beyond his expectations in this new need and joy he found in protecting and providing for her.

That was what was really missing in Rik-Vane. There were no joyful females there. No happy females flitting about, making things better. That had all been tarnished and ruined by wicked males like himself, like his crew.

But he wouldn’t let that darkness touch her. He would, instead, let her light lead him into a future better than any he could have dared ask for.

“You’re mine,” he growled into her ear, making her shiver, as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts. Driving into her so hard, she began grunting as all the air was forced out of her. And that was sexy too. Everything she did, every move she made, even with that little drool trickling from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back, too lost in her pleasure to care what she looked like, made him want her even more.

He grabbed her hair with one hand, pulling her head up, laying more of his weight on her. Trapping her under him as he continued to pound her into the bed. Pumping his hips against hers.

“You understand? You’re mine ,” he repeated, harsher this time. His words coming in time with the sharp snap of his hips. “Mine to claim. Mine to fuck. Mine to pleasure.”

“Yes-!” She yelled, shivering and shaking, eyes watering, as her cunt began to ripple and tense around him, warning of her incoming orgasm.

“Good,” he praised, kissing her temple. Because his female needed to be reminded just how precious and wonderful she was, he told her, “You’re such a good girl for me. So eager to take my cock. Listen to how pretty you sound as I fuck you. Look at what a beautiful mess you are. That I’ve made you become. You take your pleasure so good. So fucking good. You come for me. You come as hard and as often as you can. Don’t you ever stop. Because you are so beautiful when you come apart for me like this, my good little vekting -”

She broke with a scream. Her cunt clenching around him with so much force, it was like she was trying to rip it off. He groaned, slamming deep, as he felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm sparking through him.

It was already too late to pull out. His barbs were lifting. He could feel the shaft of his cock expanding as his balls tensed with his impending orgasm. He grabbed her hips, keeping her still, as the massaging grip of her cunt did the rest.

He came with a roar, jets of hot cum shooting into her. Filling her. Claiming her. He dropped his weight, crushing her into the bed, but the noise she let out was a low, pleasured moan. He held himself off just enough that he didn’t hurt her, but he tightened his whole body around her. Enjoying the way she fit against him – just right. Pleasure still wracked his body as he continued to sluggishly pump her with more of his seed.

The first shot was the biggest, but it was followed by a series of smaller pumps as his barbs held her in place. Giving him plenty of time to seed her little womb.

They stayed like that for some time until he finally gathered the strength to wrap his arms around her and turn them to their sides. He kept one arm banded around her hips so that his cock didn’t tug at her from the inside. He pulled up his legs, curling around her, keeping himself buried deep as he once again grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them.

Garnet’s eyes were closed, and she was still panting, but she wasn’t asleep. He could feel her muscles jumping. Especially when he kissed the back of her neck.

“How are you still coming…” She grunted, no doubt feeling the heat of his release still spreading inside her with each lazy pulse of his sac.

“The barbs lock me inside you for a reason,” he said, hand spreading over her belly. “Have to make sure I seed you properly.”

The moan deep in her throat made his cock pulse again.

“Oh, you better hope my birth control holds, or you’re going to be in big trouble.”

“And why would that be trouble for me? If my mate has my young, that just means I have to figure out a way to include a nursery somewhere on the ship. Plenty of people live in starships. It’s not that uncommon or even that hard.”

She still before twisting her head back, trying to get a look at him without moving her lower body. He cocked his head up to make it easier for her.

“Your mate? Like, your mate mate?”

“Does saying it twice change the meaning somehow?”

“You know what I mean!” She jabbed her elbow back, digging it playfully into his ribs.

He reacted by biting her neck, stilling her. He held on for just a moment, tightening his bite to add pressure but not cut her skin, then backed off. He licked where he left teeth marks indented into her tender flesh before lifting his head again.

Her face had gone all soft and sweet again. Her eyes foggy and adorable.

“Yes. My mate mate. My mate mate mate . And however many other mates you want to add to it. A bit premature to call you that, I’ll admit. I haven’t danced for you yet. But it’s just a matter of time and then you will be my mate mate mate mate.”

She blinked quickly, focusing back on him. “Wait so… when you said mating dance… You meant like a literal mating dance?”

“Is there some other kind of mating dance you know of?” He asked, tightening his arms around her, fighting back a yawn. His balls weren’t done emptying. They’d be here for a little while yet, and, unlike her, he hadn’t actually slept through the night.

His first time sleeping next to a female.

It was even better than he ever could have hoped.