Mated and Alone (True Match)

Chapter 26

Tsok

Tsok thought he understood the concept of romance just a little bit more.

The next couple days with his female were bliss. For no other reason than they were together. He woke with her snuggled into his chest, like a kit seeking the warmth of their mother. She buried her face into his chest, one of her hands clenching the fur. She was reluctant to wake up and he was reluctant to move her.

She would then give him good morning kisses – a plethora of them, scattered across his face with seemingly no logic or pattern except that she felt like she ‘missed a spot’. They would then separate so she could go to her salon, and he could get to work.

Tsok wasn’t sure how much actual work he got done though. It seemed like he was far too preoccupied with her to be of actual use to anyone. He had to give himself more than a few mental smacks to get back on task.

After the first night, rather than returning to the Glass Manor, he took the risk of going to meet her in her garden so they could return to Fellbud Manor instead. It felt like a gamble, to just presume that he would be welcome in her space like that, but as she came from the salon, her face lit up with a bright smile and she eagerly grabbed onto his arm and directed him inside.

He included every moment in his journal. Every feeling. Every hope that was suddenly burning for their future together.

Do It For Her. That was what he would call the book when he finished and readied it for publishing. A phrase meant to keep his people apart, now bringing them together. If he could but share this happiness he found in his female with his people, he knew that would be the greatest gift he could give.

The only dark spot on their fun time together would have to be her evil cat.

The General was not shy about his dislike of him. The very first time he walked into her room – more fascinated by the changes she brought to the decor than anything – the little beast immediately went to hissing and spitting, back up, fur puffed up, growling at him like Tsok was a deadly threat that must be conquered.

And though he had to weigh less than Tsok’s head, the creature determined that he must be the one to start that fight.

Misty chastised him, insisting that Tsok wasn’t going to hurt him. The cat would not hear of it and charged to attack.

Pure reflex had Tsok catching him by the scruff of the neck and holding him back. The General looked shocked, for just a moment, that his righteous paws of fury had been so easily stopped, then he began to twist and turn and scream, trying to scratch at him.

The urge to bite the cat, to push him down and assert his dominance, rose up. Tsok only stopped himself because he didn't think his female would appreciate him hurting her pet just to establish dominance – though it was clearly needed.

However, after blocking his attacks a couple times, The General decided that a tactical retreat was necessary, and he then ran to hide under one of the sofas. Tsok could still see his glowing, scheming little eyes watching him. Just waiting for a moment of weakness.

Well, if he couldn’t dominate him physically, he could show the tiny thing that he was mated to Misty – someone he clearly considered to be part of his pack judging by his tolerance of her. The demented thing was growling, but didn't even show his claws, as she pet him as best she could under the couch. Trying to prompt him out so he could ‘get used to’ Tsok.

Tsok knew better than to think that shoving himself into the tiny beast’s face would work. But there were other ways to establish dominance.

For instance, while Misty was bent over, trying to coax him out from under the couch, Tsok grabbed her pants and yanked them down over her hips. She jumped, crying out, but before she could stand up or turn back, he was shoving his fingers inside her. His blunted claws couldn’t scratch her from the inside, but he was still careful about moving them within her, not wanting to cause her any discomfort.

Oh, but she responded to him so well. Letting out a whimpering little cry, her chest going down, her ass coming up. Giving him better access to quickly get her slick and wet for him. He didn't need much, not when his own cock was already slick and half-extruded for her. A few pumps of his hand was all it took then he was there, thrusting inside her.

It was quick and hot and desperate. He fucked her until she squealed, her back arching further, ass going high. Like she was begging for him to plant his kits in her womb.

He grunted, pumping himself inside her. Imagining that she hadn’t halted her ovulation, that her little womb was helpless and open to him.

He came three times to her one, but her pleasure lasted so much longer. Squeezing and clutching around his cock like a hand, eager to milk him for more.

It was quite an enjoyable moment. Made only better when Misty turned and shoved him onto his back so she could straddle him instead. She wasn’t done with him yet. Which was just fine by him. He always had more.

If he ever scented her, he’d go into a full rut. At that time, his sac would increase in size as he produced even more seed. He’d be able to – and basically need to – take her repeatedly without breaks. Of course, at that time, his entire body would change. He’d get bigger, his muscles would get more defined, he’d change in an evolutionary failsafe designed to keep his mate and kits safe. The same as Senior Boktare and Vigo. Their larger size was a direct result of being mated.

Tsok would not let that happen, of course. He was going to maintain his relationship with Misty exactly like this. That meant, however, he was exhausted and drained dry that much sooner. Not as quickly as his little female, who needed more time than him to recover. But she didn’t complain at all when he kept going on at her, using her body for his own relief until they were laid out together, his female once again splayed over his chest, as they caught their breath. The General still glaring at him, perhaps even a bit more hatefully.

Tsok could only smirk at the beast, taking a full hand of Misty’s plush ass and squeezing it possessively as he glared at him. Reminding the tiny creature of his place.

“I know you’re not trying to dominate my cat by fucking me in front of him,” Misty said, an ill-concealed laugh in her voice as she kept her eyes shut, head resting on his chest.

“He’ll get used to it,” Tsok assured her, enjoying the warmth of her cunt around him. His cock really liked being inside her. He could easily just lay there with it being warmed within her slick channel and never move again, and he was rather sure he’d be happy.

Of course, eventually, they did have to get up. But it wasn’t long before they were in bed and Misty was showing him all the delightful things a human female could do with her mouth. And it turned out, his cock liked the inside of her throat almost just as much.

He then took his turn licking all over her, enjoying, in particular, the piercings through her nipples. She obviously liked them being played with, so he did just that. Using both hands to pull and tease on the bars and her skin as his tongue worked between her legs. Feasting on their essences combined. She really seemed to like that, so he enjoyed it all the more.

When they weren’t fucking – seriously or playfully – they were chatting. Eating. Cuddling. She told him about her life on Earth. About the desperation that drove her to quickly accept the offer of being his mate and coming out here, leaving everything behind. He became enraged when she told him about the corrupt official that nearly put his hands on her. However, she denied his offer to try to deal with it.

His position meant that he was allowed to get involved on other planets. He could certainly work with the ambassadors to Earth to try to demand punishment for what his female went through.

But she told him no. That he wouldn’t be able to change anything, and that people on Earth would only get mad if he tried to interfere in that way. The official in question might be corrupt, but he was well loved in that town and aliens already weren’t super popular on her planet anyway.

She urged him to let it go. That she was beyond that male’s reach anyway, and she would rather focus on her life here.

Tsok knew she was right – especially about his ability to demand anything from authority figures on another planet – but it was a bitter pill to swallow.

Changing the subject, she asked about his life in the kit centers. It wasn’t a particularly interesting story, as he considered his life rather ordinary. Which was what he told her.

“I did well in all my academic lessons and my skills training. During my last year, there was a greater focus on me saving up to move out and start my life on my own power. I went into politics after that and worked my way up to char through my efforts. Not particularly interesting.”

“Did you ever meet your parents?”

“My dam and sire?” He blinked, confused, looking down at her.

They were lounging on one of her sofas – Misty mostly lounging across his body. As she liked to do. As he liked her to do. The warmth and weight of her there was a comfort, and he absolutely loved that she couldn’t seem to keep herself from petting him. It was a constant thing. If she had her hands on him, they were stroking. He could tell the exact moment she fell asleep because her pets would gradually slow then finally stop. And then she’d sometimes fist his fur like she needed to cling to it. And he liked that as well.

“Yeah,” she answered, her fingers still petting him now. “Your mom and dad. Did you ever get the chance to meet them.”

“I did, yes.”

“Well?”

“What answer do you want from me?”

“I mean, what’s your relationship like,” she laughed. “Personally, I never got along well with either of my parents. My dad left when I was like thirteen, which was fine because he was a bit of an abusive ass. And my mom and I fought every day until I turned eighteen and could leave the house. Although, between you and me, I actually left at like seventeen and a half, but she didn't like me either, so we just pretended I was eighteen and were happy to see each other go.”

“I am… sorry?” He started cautiously. “I thought humans were supposed to be close to their family.”

“Most people are. I lost the parent lottery, I guess. But what about you? Do you like your parents?”

“My dam is a pleasant enough female, I suppose. I met her a few years after I left the kit center. She seemed pleased with my progress in life. We exchange messages every so often, but I wouldn’t really call us close.”

“Okay. What about your dad?”

“As far as I know, Davard is happy with his position in life.”

“What?” Her head jerked up.

“Yes. I’ve insisted that he doesn’t need to play dual roles as my assistant and steward of my lands, but he assures me that he’s happy and wants to do both. So, I would assume that he’s content, and I feel safe that it’s a fair assumption.”

“That is not what I- ugh . Davard is your dad ?!”

“He is my sire, yes.”

“And you never thought to tell me that!”

“I fail to see how it’s relevant.”

“Because he’s your dad!” She repeated, like that should explain it all. It did not. “That practically makes him my father-in-law!”

“I don’t really understand,” he frowned. “He had nothing to do with siring you.”

Misty smacked her hand over her face. “Cultural differences… cultural differences… Your dad , the guy who helped make you, works as your assistant?”

“Yes?” He blinked at her, confused. “If you are worried I’ve given him favorable treatment as a result of our blood relation, I can assure you that he really is the best qualified for his jobs.”

“Definitely wasn’t a thought of mine,” she mumbled, dropping her hand. “I knew you two looked alike. Why did you say you didn't when we first met?”

“We’re only vaguely similar. I don’t think anyone is likely to conflate the two of us. Ow.” He frowned at her as she moved back her hand after tweaking his ear.

“You two look so alike,” she countered. “If it weren’t for the eye color, you could be brothers. Or, I guess, father and son. That’s important information to have, by the way.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

She gave him a look. “Question: What were you planning to do if we ever had kids?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, clearly you don’t have a father-son type relationship with your own father. So, let’s say you get me pregnant – what’s your plan from there? And get that look off your face. This is serious hypothetical time, not sexy breeding talk time. We can get to that later.”

She teased him with the thought of getting her pregnant, then tells him not to focus on that. She was testing his willpower while greatly overestimating how strong it was.

“I really don’t understand the question,” he finally said, trying to force himself back onto the conversation at hand. “If you were pregnant… I guess we’d have to adjust your diet? The youngling would need closer monitoring than typical kits. I suppose we could contact Vigo and his mate. I’m sure their younglings would be happy to have playmates like themselves.”

Misty was chuckling. “No. I mean, yes, that all sounds right. But I mean with us . While I am pregnant. What are you going to do while I’m pregnant?”

Tsok frowned. Trying to understand the question, and not sure he actually did. “I don’t know what you’re asking me.”

She sighed, her expression falling. “Okay.”

“But-” He sat up quickly, holding her close on his lap. “I do want to learn. I don’t want to disappoint you. I’m sorry. I’ve given you the wrong answer again. I truly don’t know what you mean. But know that no matter what happens, I shall be here for you. No matter what you need. No matter what you want. I’ll give you everything I have to make you happy. I might need your guidance in these matters but know that I will do my best for you, always.”

She smiled, pushing back his fur from his face. “That will do for now.”

He got the feeling that he still didn’t give her the answer she wanted, but she put her arms around him and sank into his embrace again. He had to give up on it as he laid back down, holding onto her. Almost afraid she might slip away again.

He’d research gestating human females later. To see what they needed. To try to understand what she had been hinting at.

He could only hope that, like everything else, she would at least appreciate the effort he put in and, maybe, correct him afterwards if it wasn’t exactly what she expected.