And she couldn’t have that.
She gently bit her tongue and vowed not to slip up like that again.
CHAPTER9
Voso had felt uneasy about the Human woman since he had spanked her, and each passing hour only made him more so. But he was bound by his own sense of duty to Mozok, and he knew that the Draquun was a man with honorable intentions in the end. He wanted only to secure the title to the Old Celox shoreline in order to preserve the city and the planet. The Human was an incidental pawn, and Voso understood this.
What he could not understand was the way the Human made him think about her or the feelings he had for her. Strange things twisted inside of him, things that placed his feelings at odds with each other. When he’d seen the fragile Human, almost asleep, floating in her pool, he had experienced a surge of protectiveness. He felt it now as he watched Mozok toy with her, and he was relieved when Mozok fed her, as he could sense her hunger. He was relieved, though he knew it should not be so, that she managed to make light of her hunger. Her pluckiness surprised and fascinated him, and a physical attraction gnawed at him, one that he could not understand. She was, after all, of a weak alien race, and an invasive one at that.
But there was also the matter of Mozok, to whom Voso owed his loyalty. Mozok would not tolerate Voso’s attraction to Mina. They were trying to end Trothplight, not actually get her to stay. And Voso knew that whatever he felt or thought he felt, he must follow Mozok’s lead. It only made sense.
And yet he found it hard to do.
After Mina ate a piece of chicken, Voso sensed that she wanted more. Mozok must have as well, but he saw this as an opportunity to try and break her spirit, rather than simply provide for her.
In an ordinary Trothplight, both parties would be working to show their ability to conform to the traditional arrangements between males and females: Mozok and Voso would need to demonstrate to Mina that they could provide for her every desire and need, and she would demonstrate to them that she could obey them and be sexually submissive and endure their physical appetites.
Voso knew that Mozok had wagered on the proposal of Trothplight with a Human because he had assumed, from what he knew about Humans, that, unlike Draquun or Herstrakaa females, she might not be pleasured by the acts of submission and obedience that all Astrogodan females desired for their own sexual pleasure.
But Mina seemed different. Voso believed that he sensed in her a desire to be submissive, to be claimed by a male. She may not have consciously believed it, but her body did not tell lies. And if this was the case, then perhaps she would not quit as easily as they had hoped.
Perhaps this was not problematic for Mozok, but Voso was concerned about himself. He could not stop thinking about Mina, thinking about joining with her, being inside of her body while she squirmed beneath him or on top of him, giving her hours of sexual pleasure as he mated with her. He found himself tongue-tied when it was time to speak with her, and though he was by nature taciturn, and English was difficult for him and all Herstrakaa, this was a different problem.
Mozok, however, it seemed, did not.
After feeding her the piece of chicken, Mozok began to play his games again, and they were not against the rules of Trothplight—just against the spirit of the ritual. If Mina had been a real potential mate, one that Mozok wanted to prevent from breaking the bonds of Trothplight, he would have seen the pleasure she took in eating the chicken and fed it to her without condition.
Instead, he decided to challenge her resolve by telling her she was required to show endurance for her food.
But if Mozok had believed that Mina would simply wilt at such a request, he was wrong. She had cocked an eyebrow—not an expression that Voso recognized—and smiled at Mozok with defiance. “Show endurance how?” she had asked, but she seemed to already know what she was inviting.
Mozok had seemed surprised at her answer, looking over at Voso briefly with a strange expression. But Mozok was always quick to get himself under control again. He brought his fingers to his lips to think, a gesture that Voso knew could be very dangerous. Mozok was a man of bold moves and calculated but enormous risks: anything he gave thought to with his fingers at his lips would be dramatic.
Something in Mozok’s thoughts must have made him realize that Mina’s endurance was perhaps not the most direct pathway to forcing her to end Trothplight. “Unbind her,” he said to Voso. “We shall play a game.”
Voso released Mina’s wrists and Mozok deactivated her shoes. “If you would like to be fed,” he told Mina, “then you shall work for it.”
A brief expression threatened to pass across the Human’s stony face, but she controlled it and jutted her chin with her characteristic tilt of defiance. Then she did something that Voso knew drove Mozok mildly wild—she smiled. “I see,” she said.
And then the two of them stared each other down for a few moments, and Voso was certain that he could see real attraction in Mozok’s eyes. Mozok rose to free his cock from his clothing before sitting back down, all the while staring at Mina, who met his gaze with an expression of challenge.
A strange feeling—was it hope?—fluttered in Voso’s chest as he watched this exchange. He knew that Mozok appreciated a challenge, appreciated a mind like his own, and something about Mina was resonating with him, Voso could see that.
But what, he wondered. And why did he, Voso, care?
Mina smiled once more at Mozok and slid from the chair, dropping her eyes to his engorged cock. She crawled toward him without Mozok ordering her to do so, almost as if, like a Draquun female, she was simply inclined to do so, as if Mozok had ignited a mating force within her.
But that was impossible; Mozok knew it and Voso knew it. The Human was playing along, trying to beat them at their own game.
Voso watched as Mina seized Mozok’s cock in her hand, her small fingers barely able to grasp its girth in full. His own cock throbbed as he imagined Mina’s hand enclosed around him, followed by her lips, and then the soft, wet feel of her mouth. Humans had a slightly elevated body temperature compared to Herstrakaa, and Voso was almost dizzy remembering the heat and wetness of her small mouth, the darting movements of her tongue as she swept it around him… he had to stifle a groan.
He watched Mina’s tongue move expertly over Voso’s swelling crown, lapping at the engorged flesh like it was an iced delicacy, before placing her lips around the bulb and sucking until Mozok’s color changed and veins bulged at his temples. Voso shot him a look; he must control himself, and for one of the few times in their shared history together, Mozok did not look completely capable of doing so.
Mozok reached for Mina’s head and pushed her from his member. His voice was calm as he told her, “That is very good,” but Voso could see in his bulging veins and strained muscles that Mina had made him feel more than “very good.”
To Mozok’s surprise, Mina opened her mouth again and leaned toward him. Mozok reached for her chin and pushed her away, rubbing his thumb over her lips. He had dipped it in his glass of hakrakh, an aphrodisiac wine. He smeared the bright red liquid over Mina’s lips and smiled as he watched the effect on her. Her eyes dilated and Voso could smell that her pussy was overflowing with the sweet nectar of her arousal.
Mozok fed her a piece of chicken, and then directed her to Voso. Mina crawled to him, her eyes on his. Her lips had become slightly puffy—an effect of the drink, and of her attentions to Mozok. She herself reached for his clothing to release him from his robes, seizing his cock and looking at it with hungry eyes before lifting her gaze to meet his eyes.
