The trill cleared their throat to answer, "We do not go into forced hibernation unless severely injured, or we've released our seed into a mate for the first time. It's a custom for the female to kill an unwanted mate or wake them after to confirm they've accepted being marked. But," he scrambled after, "we do not release seed to pleasure our glands. That is not possible. He must be injured..."
"He isn't," Genbi replied with ease.
I flushed at the implications and the memory of how full Yueril filled me with his cum. Even now, I felt the moisture drip from my mating loh, still my seam was warm and unsealed after mating. My eyes widened at my stupidity. I had no idea that my mating loh wouldn't close, and I fell asleep with his cock nestled inside of me with no thought about if he would get stuck after we finished.
"How do we wake him?" I asked shyly, hiding behind Yueril's wide shoulders.
"Through a mate mark," the trill sighed out with exasperation, like that would be impossible. I nuzzled into Yueril's neck and felt my fangs extend as I approached where I bit him. With gentle care, I sunk my fangs in, and Yueril twitched. I smiled into his scales and suckled. A low moan escaped my throat as his hips jolted and his cock hardened inside of me.
I looked up from where I bit my mate and watched with a strange satisfaction as the trill stared. He watched in horror, and undeniable lust. A jealousy clouded his features that I recognized from when I held that same gaze looking on at my clan mating at the hot spring without me. My moan grew louder as his claws dug into my ass, and he woke to pumping his thick cock within my eager mating loh.
That's right, my love, fill me again, I thought with glee and uncaring about our audience.
"My cock is yours, Treasure, and I'll fill that needy loh until it can't hold more of me, and I must push it back up to remind you where I belong," he groaned into my ear.
He had no idea we had an audience, and I wasn't going to spoil the mood by reminding him until he did exactly what he promised. The trill seemed to be a bit skittish about public displays, but he used his tail to help flip me to my back as he leaned over me.
His dark eyes watched me with ferocity, then his eyes lifted to stare down the trill with a grin on his face as he pumped inside of me and hissed, "Mine."
I guided his attention back to me and pulled his head down to kiss me. "Yours," I whispered back, as tears prickled my eyes with joy that he was awake and unharmed.
His hands trailed over my loh and the sound of his hips slapping into me was music to my ears as I embraced the sensations of how deeply he filled me, beyond the sensitive spot at the back of my mating loh, but ingrained in my very flesh and blood.
My skin was on fire, and I glowed so brightly as my muscles coiled and anticipated release.
"Louder," he demanded.
"Yours!" I screamed as his cock thrust inside of me again, faster, deeper. I could feel the way my limbs were losing control, and I dug my hands into my hair and arched into the pleasure. My hands flew out of my strands to grab for something more substantial. One hand gripped my breast and pinched my nipple, squeezing and rubbing to ease the ache inside of me that I knew would only come from feeling him finish, and the sensation of overflowing with his seed. My remaining hand gripped his hip to feel each slap of our bodies melding together.
"I need..." I panted, trying to tell him that I needed him to cum inside me. "Please," I begged. The sensations were overwhelming and my release was so close.
He leaned over me, and his hand slipped over my curves to around my ass. I blushed, remembering how his tail heightened every touch when it pushed inside. His fingers were thicker than my species, and I wanted to know how it would feel to have him enter me there with his finger instead of his tail, but his finger passed over my hole and slipped to my loh, between my thighs and swirled in the cum that thickened there from the last time we mated. He moved the viscous liquid up and dragged his finger along the seam of my ass, to push within. I wiggled and willed myself to open as his cock slammed down and pushed his finger deeper.
He whispered with a possessiveness, "You will open for me, mate, and I will fill every part of you with my seed, with my venom, and my soul."
Then I felt the pressure of his cock pulsing his seed within me, his scales expanded, and I never felt so full and satisfied. I screamed, as my limbs stopped working and waves of heady ecstasy took over. I couldn't move as I arched into the way his cum jetted and his scales touched every bundle of sensitive nerves, leaving me trembling as he held me against him.
This time we did not sleep, but he kissed the top of my head, and I could feel the way he smiled into my hair. It was a different kind of fullness that had my heart aching.
The trill cleared his throat. He apparently was stunned in place, unable to stop himself from watching my mate claim my body. And it was his, I thought with a wry smile.
Yueril’s tail wrapped around me to help hold us together as he stood and faced our company, with me still attached.
The trill bowed their head to their commander, averting their eyes.
"My mate has accepted my mark," he said joyfully to his crewmate, unashamed.
"As the stars shine from the future, and we bask in their past, may your mating be fruitful," the trill did a strange gesture with their pinky finger, which was their smallest finger, though still not much smaller than their main finger, or their thumb, at their forehead and then added, "In many we rise."
"In many we rise, Hedenpawl," Yueril said happily. The other trill gaped at him. I assumed it was because Yueril had used his name, which was a rarity for a trill to do. "Perhaps the impossible is not so impossible after all. Let's do the same and go fetch my second for the wonderful news. Belder has a promise to keep. She swore that if I were to mate, that she would be so shocked that she would personally bless my union and even teach me how she gets the synthesizer to make the meat taste less like reconstituted gum and more like chummed pie."
"I doubt she'll keep that promise. That is a prized secret of hers," the trill, Hedenpawl, joked. At least, I thought it was humor, since it was difficult to tell with the trill it seemed.
I smiled up at the unabashed, dangerous gleam of my mate. He was not worried about scaring anyone with showing off his sharp teeth anymore. He held me against him with such devotion and pride that I warmed at the sight.
Chapter seventeen
Hazel
