Mated and Alone (True Match)

Chapter 8

Tsok

“Can I suck your cock, please?”

Groaning, Tsok stared down at his beautiful mate. When did she get in his bed? He didn’t know, he didn’t rightfully care, because she was hovering over him, her gorgeous body barely hidden by the loose, white robe hanging off of one shoulder. Teasing him with the threat of falling and giving him an unobstructed view of her heavy breasts.

She was glorious. Beautiful. Oh, she smelled so good. He wanted to grab her, put her on her knees, and rut her from behind until she was dripping his seed for days. He’d breed her deep, put his kit in her belly, and then keep fucking her until she begged for his mercy.

And then, maybe, he’d give it to her.

But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t even speak as she left tiny little kisses on his chest, down to his groin. Avoiding his aching, leaking cock as it bobbed painfully in the air, desperate for her hot mouth. He heard humans enjoyed sucking on their mate’s cock, something that would be difficult for his people because of their muzzle and saberteeth. But her little teeth were all in her mouth, and her plush lips looked like they’d be so perfect wrapped around his girth.

Oh, he’d love to see that. He wanted to beg her to do it. To give him that. He’d thank her profusely for such a gift.

But he couldn’t talk. He was frozen, unable to move. Why couldn’t he move?

“Tsok?” Misty gave him such a pitiful look, hovering over his dark orange cock, fully extruded from its sheath. Still not touching it. “Don’t you want me to suck you?”

He did. He’d give her anything for that. Everything. He’d lay all his power at her cute little feet for the touch of her hot mouth on him.

Why couldn’t he move?!

It was the frustration that woke him up, ending the sweetly tortuous dream.

Tsok blinked, the foggy quality of the world vanishing, leaving him in the same room, on the same bed, with the same painfully hard cock, but with no sweet, hot, eager female hovering over his leaking cock, waiting for his permission to touch him.

Groaning, Tsok dragged his hands down his face. His cock was burning. It was drying out after being exposed to the air for too long. But it wasn’t going to go back down easily.

Tsok never knew that his imagination was quite so vibrant. He could swear he still saw her there, crawling over him, the sweet parts of her body he didn’t know, had never seen, hidden behind silk, as she promised him wicked pleasures his dreams couldn’t replicate because he didn’t know them. If he took a deep breath, he could pretend he could smell her.

But no.

He dropped his arms down at his sides. He wasn’t wearing his nasal filter – he didn’t sleep with it on if he could avoid it. But that was only safe because his mate had never been in his room, and his room was sealed once he locked himself in it for the night. She could be right outside the door, talking to him, and he wouldn’t be able to scent her.

Because he couldn’t scent her. If he smelled her, their mating bond would trigger, and he would lose all that he had gained by bringing her here.

It was hard to remember why that was a good idea, however, when his cock was still throbbing, painful and eager for his female’s touch.

Groaning, he grabbed the stubborn shaft and began jerking it quickly. His fist wasn’t nearly as good as even the dream of his female, but it was all he had. The fleshy scales on his cock dragged against his palm as he rapidly pumped his hand. He imagined pumping inside his female instead, the soft points of the scales dragging along her soft, inner walls, making her squeal and thrash.

Yes. She’d be so beautiful beneath him. The gold of her jewels glittering, the dark of her skin shadowed, flushed with her pleasure, hair wild on his pillow. Legs spread, cunt dripping. Oh, fuck, he didn’t know what a human cunt looked like, but he didn’t rightfully care. He knew what they said about humans, and that was more than enough to fuel his imagination.

The grip of her cunt, tight and hot and wet, squeezing him, draining his balls dry. Taking his seed as was her right. Demanding that he breed her in the natural way – the barbarian way. It was filthy and dirty, something he should not crave as much as he did.

But he did. He wanted her with a harsh edge that choked him as his fist pumped, his hips jerked, desperately fucking his own palm, trying to imagine it was her sweetness instead. Her hot mouth with her agile little tongue. Her tight ass, gaping her open as he ravished it. Her sweet, luscious cunt, gripping him so tightly as he pounded her mercilessly from above. Her breasts, her thighs, her body bouncing, bouncing, bouncing-

He roared as his balls tightened, shooting his hot seed into the air. It came down, splattering against his belly, matting his fur as his entire body shook, his hand tightening, trying to chase a pleasure that wasn’t nearly as relieving as it should have been.

Because it was his rough palm, not her soft skin. Not her heat, not her scent . Filling his nose, binding him to her, changing him.

Growling, he dug the claws of his other hand into the bed, not cutting through because he kept them dulled and neatly trimmed, but stretching the fabric to the breaking point.

He couldn’t think about her scent. He couldn’t crave her like this. It was dangerous to everything he was trying to do.

In the post orgasm haze, as he came back down, regret and shame filled him.

He was better than this. He was staying away from her for a reason. He was a strong, determined, modern kreecharma male, and he could resist this.

Their mating was working out perfectly fine. She was content and not pining for him. He could certainly do the same for a while.

Standing from the bed, he went to the privy to wash his cum from his fur. He hated seeing it washed away. It was such waste a when his female’s cunt was so close. Just a short walk…

Shaking his head, trying to banish the thoughts, he scrubbed vigorously, washing away his desire and coating himself back in the determination to keep his distance from her. He was definitely not including this incident in the journal.

His fur now thoroughly washed and his failure swirling down the drain, he turned off the water and activated the drying settings. Bathing water was mixed with a compound that made it quickly evaporate under light heat. He stood under the dryer, wringing out his fur, until he was fluffy and dry. Once all the traces of the water was gone, he stepped out and reached for his fur brush.

His privy and bathroom were all sealed, allowing him to finish his grooming routine without needing his nasal filter on yet.

He was going to be spending today at home, doing a bunch of datawork that had been piling up. As such, he wasn’t worried about dressing up. There was no one to impress.

In that case, he pulled on a pair of white trousers, long and loose until they tightened around his ankle, his tail coming out from under the attached sash that he tied in the front. Over that, he pulled on a black robe, trimmed in small, delicate purple flowers. He told himself that he was doing it because the robe was comfortable, not because the purple on black reminded him of Misty’s hair.

He left his robe open as he picked his most comfortable nasal filter – a silver model without gemstones. Just a simple silver body that fit over his nose without a lot of extra muzzle decoration.

Barefoot, with only a few rings in his ears, he left his room, stepping into the decon room just outside of it. There he would take off any clothes he wore during the day and put them in the laundry before spraying his fur with a scent diffuser. It was a precaution to prevent anyone’s scent from coming into his sealed room. Carelessness in decontaminating before removing one’s nasal filter was the leading cause of an unexpected mating.

Of course, he knew who his mate was now. He just had to avoid contact with Misty and he didn't need to worry about going through the entire decontamination procedure.

If he scented her, though, he wouldn’t have to worry about ever wearing his nasal filter or going through a decontamination ever again.

The thought was as intrusive as it was titillating and unwelcome. He shoved it to the back of his brain where it belonged as he focused instead on the work he had to get done.

Back in his office, Tsok reclined in his chair as his combot docked. The little device was powerful, following him around and acting as a computer and communication device. However, when it was docked, it connected to a more powerful, more secure, computer, allowing him to do twice as much at once and have fully encrypted, private conversations.

Intercepting subspace messages wasn’t impossible, though it was difficult. It was much easier to just disrupt a sent message, to make sure it’s intended recipient never got it. However, actually interfering to read the message was very difficult.

Tsok, however, dealt in the kind of sensitive information that the extra layer of security to prevent even that was necessary.

Today was the final tenday checkup on Misty. Every tendays, for at least six tendays – subject to more if the domini or ratchi embassy was concerned – they sent both of them a message to confirm that she was still happy and healthy. It was a safety precaution.

Tsok didn't know the full story, but apparently, a human had been taken against her will or held against her will or something. He wasn’t told the details, but she had apparently been in some danger, and it required an entirely new system to be set up to protect them further.

Of course, this wasn’t perfect either. He would just have to pretend to be nice for six tendays to satisfy the check in requirements, then turn wicked if he wanted after he knew that no one was going to be looking after her anymore.

It was imperfect. He knew, eventually, inevitably, the system would fail somehow, and a human female would find herself captured, hurt, or even killed.

This was exactly why he’d once voted against them joining the Coalition. He knew that no system, no matter how close to perfect, could protect them all.

Of course, they weren’t any better off having no protection. That was why he changed his vote. Human females were too delicate, their labor and birth too dangerous, for them to be unprotected. He dutifully answered the message inquiring about her without complaint. Misty would have one as well. As far as he knew, she had answered all of hers thus far. If she hadn’t, someone would have shown up by now to check on her in person.

Tsok took that to mean he was doing well. That his mate was happy.

After that business, he started on his official work.

As the char, he was the voice of his people on the intergalactic stage. He worked with many of the kreecharma ambassadors throughout Coalition space, with many other chars on other planets. Of course, the position they filled weren’t always called char. They all had different names, different titles, roles, and scope of responsibilities. It didn't really matter what they were called though. The point was that they were the representative to the Coalition.

He’d just come back from the yearly meeting, so it would be some time before he had to go back again. It was his most important duty. Second to that was seeing that all the decisions made at that meeting were implemented appropriately.

That was what he was doing now.

Since True Match came from Kree and was based there, owned and operated by a kreecharma male and his human mate, he worked closely with him regarding all the off planet branches that had been opened on other Coalition planets. At current count, of the two-hundred fourteen member species, fifty-seven of them had True Match locations. Tsok currently had appeals from eighty-nine other species asking for a location to be opened on their homeworlds as well.

Tsok wasn’t unwilling to grant permissions for that, and Vigo certainly wouldn’t mind expanding his operations further. But Tsok wasn’t a charity. He saw a chance to get something out of these other species in trade and he was going to take full advantage of it.

A lot of his morning was spent responding to their messages. Some were in the middle of negotiations, others were trying to start negotiations, while some were trying to revive negotiations that he let die because they hadn’t satisfied him.

It was a great deal of tedium, but it was fun in its own way. Tsok found fulfillment in these endless talks and trades.

Around midday he took a break for second meal and some light exercise. Nothing too strenuous. He liked to keep in shape. It wouldn’t do to show a slovenly appearance to other species, especially not the leaders of those species. Some Coalition members didn't have a specific job like a char. Sometimes, it was planetary ruler themselves that fulfilled the role of representative. He couldn’t show himself as anything less than his best, lest he embarrass his people.

So, he stayed healthy. Every three days or so, he would do a proper exercise regimen to stay strong, but he liked to do something small daily to maintain his health.

Today, he put on a pair of sandals and went for a walk in the garden. His own garden, filled with low, flowering bushes instead of tall trees. He walked around, letting the sunlight caress his fur. Afterwards, he went back inside and laid down for a short nap.

His people were diurnal, sleeping naturally during the height of day and deepest part of night, moving around in the hours around sunrise and sunset.

He missed Misty the most then. Putting his head down, closing his eyes, it was too easy to picture her there, laying atop him. Both of them sleeping together.

That’s what people used to do. In the olden times. Back before mating had been made taboo. Mates would lay together to sleep. It sounded nice.

But no. He couldn’t allow himself to want that either.

It was a fitful sleep. He only ever slept fitfully anymore. Much shorter than his usual two marks. He was groggy and tired when he returned to his office to get back to work.

Though the sleep he did get was restless, he could swear he had still been dreaming about Misty. She was all around him. Surrounding him. Tempting him.

He’d met her once!

Sighing, he rubbed his temples. He wasn’t even reading the messages before him now. How could a single day be filled so much with a female he hadn’t laid eyes on in tendays!

His door chimed, announcing Davard’s arrival before his aid came inside. He didn’t appear surprised to see Tsok leaning over his desk, rubbing his face. He did it frequently when he was stressed or burdened by something.

“Did you eat?” Davard asked instead of inquiring over him.

“A little,” he admitted, sitting back. “You have a report for me?”

“A list.” Davard opened his combot and brought one up. With a flick of his wrist, he sent it into Tsok’s computer. “The charina’s next clients have all been vetted and approved by the security team. This is their names and statuses.

“Good work,” Tsok praised. “I’ll look at them later. Anything else important?”

“Yes. You received a formal invitation.” Davard held up a datastick.

“Oh. From who?” Tsok took it from him, looking the little device over before running it over his combot, allowing it to be scanned. Even as the invitation was popping up, Davard was answering-

“Senior Boktare, as a matter of fact.”

Tsok blinked, surprised. It was, indeed, an invitation from Boktare. He was having a charity event, and he wanted Tsok to attend.

“Why is he sending me an invitation?”

“He is in as delicate a position as you are,” Davard said. “As much as you want to sway public opinion to your side, he does as well. But neither of you want to shake the people’s faith in the system, in the process.”

“You believe he is doing this to show the people that we’re still united in doing what is best for Kree?”

“It would make sense. And perhaps he thinks that there’s still time to win you over to his side. To change your mind.”

Tsok frowned. That might very well be true. Wasn’t that exactly what he was trying to do? He just didn't think that Senior Boktare would be willing to invite him around to do so. Of course, a charity event could be considered neutral territory. Davard was probably right in assuming that he was doing it as a means of showing the people that, even in disagreement, they were still united.

But that wasn’t his only intention.

There, on the invitation, it was made clear. ‘The honored char and charina are both cordially invited…’

He was trying to see Misty.

She hadn’t made a formal appearance at anything yet. She had been focused on her manor and setting up her business. Tsok had left her to it. If she wanted to get out and explore, she’d tell Davard, he was sure. He thought it best to let her get comfortable in her new home before he started parading her around as his partner.

But the invitation was explicit in its intention.

Boktare was demanding to see Misty. Demanding Tsok prove that she was safe, that she wasn’t being held against her will. Though the invitation itself was polite and above reproach, Tsok knew too much about Senior Boktare to not see the hidden threat.

Show her, or be condemned for locking her away.

“Davard,” Tsok looked at his assistant. “Tell Misty it is time she prepare for her first party.”