Between their bodies, both of them filling her, she was, for the first time in her life, absorbed completely by a feeling of fulfillment. It came from every direction, even in her chest, where her heart ached with the cool-hot feeling she had never wanted to feel again. It felt like… love?
She couldn’t fight it off. But that feeling was competing with the mind-blowing pleasure that was building again between her legs. The hard knot of Mozok’s cock was throbbing inside of her, pulsing against the root of her clit, better than any synthetic device she had ever used. “Oh, oh, oh,” she screamed helplessly, as another orgasm gripped her.
This one was even more intense than the last. Her ass squeezed tightly around Voso, and tears erupted from her eyes. Her whole body seized up and shook as she screamed into Mozok’s chest. It went on and on, and their hands moved over her body and lips, touching her neck. She began to climax for what seemed like fifteen minutes, until she was sobbing from too much pleasure.
Finally, it subsided, and Mozok ran his fingers through her hair as they turned again to their sides. They were both still inside of her. She squirmed, not because it was unpleasant, but because it was too pleasurable again. Mozok bent to bring his lips to her ear. “Sssshhh, my trothka,” he breathed. His own voice seemed unsteady, out-of-control, and his cock pulsed inside of her, making her mewl again. “Now… I cannot…” He struggled to say even that, and his sentences turned to Draquun that she could not understand.
It didn’t matter. His cock was inside of her, and it could not be removed until he mated with her; she understood this. And she didn’t want him to leave her, ever. He flexed inside of her, and her body began to rise up to another crest of pleasure, this one, unbelievably, even greater than the one before.
Voso moved slowly inside of her, and the movement of his thick member against the knot in her pussy drove her wilder. Again she climaxed, losing her vision for a moment to a sea of twinkling, multicolored stars.
They were entangled for hours, Voso would tell her later. Pleasure built inside of her in places that she had never thought could feel erotic—the small of her back, from the inside, where the curved end of Voso’s cock pressed outward against her, erupted in a pool of pleasure that made her scream. Mozok’s pulsing, hard knot vibrated and pulsed against her clit from the inside, and his pelvis ground against it from the outside, making her come again and again. The heat of Voso’s body made the length of her spine feel like it was immersed in a liquid fire that burned her in arousal. The raw skin of her buttocks flared occasionally, reminding her of their discipline, sending even more pleasure rippling through her body.
She came so many times that she lost count of her orgasms. They splashed into each other like waves colliding in a pool. At one point Voso ran his hands along the outside of her thigh, playing with the sole of her foot until she thought she would scream. They rolled over again, still entangled, still conjoined, and they continued on her other side.
She was so exhausted and barely conscious when she felt Voso’s cock stretching her wider, and he began to fuck her in earnest. She absorbed the thrusts with pleasured screams until he groaned and she felt his hot seed pouring into her, filling her up. In her pussy, the knot pulsed, growing bigger, making her fear for a moment that she would be torn apart, before she felt the explosion of Mozok’s cum inside of her. It was hot enough that she felt it, and he tipped her head back to Voso’s chest to look into her eyes as he came. The golden specks glowed like embers and he said something solemnly in Draquun under his breath.
A final climax made her scream and close her eyes, and she felt herself losing consciousness. But it claimed her like the greatest sleep, the hot, damp flesh of her lovers surrounding her, her body filled by them, her entire body completely weak from exertion and pleasure.
She must have fallen asleep, if only for a few minutes. It was impossible to know. The last thing she remembered—or thought she did—was Mozok pressing his lips to her forehead, and Voso burying his head at the nape of her neck, whispering in Herstrakaa as his cock pulsed away, filling her with what seemed like the never-ending fountain of his seed.
CHAPTER15
When Mozok was at last able to separate himself from Mina, he did not want to. The realization that he had let himself fall for her, to mate with her, poured over him slowly. There was, however, nothing left of his rational mind to fight against his feelings. He had never expected to find a mate in his lifetime, and he had long abandoned any thought of it. The Human had seemed so weak, so greedy, so without redeeming qualities other than her physical beauty, that he had not considered her a suitable candidate.
His plan, therefore, had seemed foolproof.
He rolled onto his back, pulling the exhausted Mina with him to lie on his shoulder. She murmured something into his neck, her lips grazing him sweetly. Her words were lost in her sleepiness. Mozok stroked her hair and kissed her forehead tenderly. “Did I hurt you, my sweet trothka?” he asked.
The question made his chest fill with fear, for if she answered “yes,” he would be devastated. It was well-known to all Draquun that the act of mating changed a man in every way, and it was true. Every fiber of his being now seemed to exist for the sole purpose of caring for Mina, even if some rational part of his mind still worked on the problem he had created: Mina wanted something he desperately desired to keep from her, and he sensed that he lacked the fortitude to do so.
But Mina only smiled, faintly. “Not really,” she murmured. “At least, not in a bad way.”
She was so sleepy that her words piled haplessly upon each other and Mozok could barely understand her, but she draped an arm over his chest and stroked him lazily, so he understood that she was not harmed.
Voso lay on her other side, and Mozok dared to look at him after a few moments. The two were so close that it required no words to communicate that they felt the same way. No need to make it clear that they had crossed the line. They were both bound to Mina now.
The sensation of happiness swarmed inside of him. This was what it was like, by all accounts, to have found one’s mate for life. But in dark, hidden parts of his soul and his mind, there were eddies of deep conflict and worry.
For one, Mina was not Draquun or Herstrakaa, but Human, and while Humans certainly had a strong force between them that they called love, it was not the same.
And Mozok had committed a cardinal sin against his own codes of ethics, his own sense of duty to Old Celox, and indeed to the civilization he wanted to protect from the invasive ideas of the Humans: he had chained his soul, biologically and psychologically and spiritually, to no less than the very enemy he sought to keep away.
“What have we done?” Mozok said aloud, his face turned up to the dissipating clouds above them. The storm was fading. It would still be many days now before it was gone completely, but it mattered little. At the end of the storm would come the end of Trothplight, and he was torn apart by any outcome that might now happen.
Voso did not answer, but his hands continued to move over Mina’s body, his eyes on her face, the worship of her obvious in his expression and the movement of his body. Voso, being a Herstrakaa of the protective warrior class, was fortunate, Mozok thought. Any conflict inside of him had clearly been consumed by his love for Mina, and if he truly mated with her, his devotion to her would be absolute. Strong enough, even, to break his bonds with Mozok.
“It cannot be undone,” he said, so long after Mozok’s question that Mozok was startled.
Voso met his eyes, and then leaned over to kiss Mina’s shoulder.
And if Mina mated with Voso? And became their legal wife? Would she leave? Would she demand that they give the contract to her and her Earth corporation?
Mozok feared, for the first time in his life, an enemy he had not yet ever faced.
Himself.
Torn between Mina’s desires and his sense of duty to Astrogoda-9 and Old Celox, what would he choose? Naturally, as a male, he had often considered the possibility of such an internal conflict, because the consummation of a mating ritual instilled boundless devotion in a Draquun. But the idea had always been abstract; he had avoided it throughout his life by simply avoiding the ritual of Trothplight. A Human had seemed so likely to give up; when he had proposed Trothplight to Mina, it had seemed a very sure bet.
