Chapter 44
Peony
This entire process was way more sexual and exciting than she anticipated when she had been told all the steps that Atem wanted her to take.
When she had initially placed her cape and dress on the bed, she had been more interested in getting on top of them and having fun than caring about their position on the bed.
But then she had looked at them and they just looked wrong. Like a painting that was askew or a knick-knack that was out of place on a shelf. She had to fix it. She was beginning to worry she was having some kind of adult-onset OCD or something.
Before she could really follow that thought, however, Atem was caressing her body and making her forget about the whole nest thing.
Lowering his head, he whispered into her ear again, “Now, you must undress me. Then, bring me into your prepared nest as I have brought you into my prepared den. For this mating, vi Seerin, you must be in control.”
“I must?” She asked, reaching back to put a hand on his neck, enjoying the sensation.
“You are the nest maker. The adassi. The nest is yours and, within it, I am at your disposal.”
She giggled evilly. “Does that mean I always get to have my wicked way with you?”
He growled playfully, biting at the upper curve of her ear, making her giggle. “It means you have your wicked way with me for this mating. But make no mistake, adassi, I will dominate you again the moment you draw my seed from me.”
“Hmm... Sounds like a challenge.”
She was grinning as she turned, reaching for the sealing buttons that couldn't even be seen with the naked eye that kept his clothes in place.
Since the camocloth wasn't going on her perfectly prepared nest – bed, she corrected herself – she didn't really care about where they landed as she tossed each garment aside with increasing carelessness.
Once she had him down to his birthday suit, she kissed one of those gorgeous, rippling pectorals before grabbing his hand and drawing him to the bed.
She sat him on the edge and pushed him back against the pillows.
That weird OCD started acting up again and she found herself rearranging him.
Lifting his legs, placing them where she wanted them – straight down and slightly apart – then the same with his arms, putting them up over his head almost like she had them bound.
He just smiled at her as she worked, helpfully moving his limbs where she silently indicated. As though this was completely normal and expected.
Only when he was positioned within her nest – bed, dang it – exactly as she wanted did she finally crawl over his body and straddle his hips.
“There,” she said, wiggling her bottom against his rigid cock causing him to groan as his grip tightened on the pillows.
“You tease me, vi Seerin adassi,” he growled.
“Ma-a-aybe,” she giggled wickedly, slowing the rocking of her hips, his length sliding up and down against the crack of her ass with the movement.
“You must claim me, Peony,” he said, the cords of his neck tightening as his head fell back. “This is the moment the adassi either accepts my claim or rejects it. If you do not accept it now...”
He really looked like he was suffering. Peony almost felt bad – really it was only the sensual joy of bringing such a strong male to the brink that prevented the guilt.
But since it seemed important to him, she obligingly reached back and took the warm, throbbing flesh in her hand. Lifted her hips. Directed him to her dripping heat-
They both groaned in pleasure as she sank down. He muttered something in ancient domini that she didn't ask him to translate. The rapturous look in his three, gleaming red eyes as he watched her take him into her body told her everything she needed to know.
Placing her hands on his chest, using him to stabilize herself, she began to ride.
Aside from their very first joining, she didn't get to often be on top.
She started there at times, but Atem would only let it go on for a short while before he flipped them over and took her with a speed and roughness that she couldn't match.
She was pretty sure it was only the lack of a bed or other soft surface in the cockpit of the ship that kept him from dominating that first joining too.
But, for now, she had him at her complete mercy.
And she was not feeling at all merciful.
She rolled her hips, grinding down against him to pleasure her own clit while teasing him, then bounced up and down until she felt his knot expanding, only to stop and go back to grinding her own clit and denying him his orgasm.
He snarled, fangs flashing in the light as he strained against the urge to buck up against her. But, to her surprise, he didn't ask her to go faster or end the torture. He took it like she had him physically pinned in place and he could do nothing else.
This first time really was hers. This entire process really meant something to him.
Something that she hadn't appreciated before and she only now began to somewhat grasp as she stared down at him, aching for pleasure, but not fighting against her.
He had no instinctive urge to dominate her now, because his instinctive urge was to submit to her in her nest instead.
In that moment, sitting astride an alien, his half formed knot barely exerting extra pressure on her pussy, his three eyes shining up at her as his tail wrapped around her ankle, his skin and hair now a deep, dark brown, almost black as it camouflaged against the fur beneath it, a moment when she had all the power, it finally hit her.
She was being claimed by an alien. A creature that didn't think like her. That didn't act like her. That didn't love like her. And right now, when he was completely submissive in total opposition to his normal personality, really sealed that knowledge in her head.
And it was incredible.
A smile pulled at her lips as she looked down at him, stilling her movements. He groaned but didn't protest.
“I love you, Atem,” she whispered, the truth of it hitting her like a ton of bricks, even though she would have said she loved him just five minutes ago and believed she meant it. It was completely different with this new understanding.
His own tortured expression softened, and he smiled at her as well. “I love you, Peony.”
She giggled, the happiness bubbling up in her chest escaping as a noise.
She lifted her hands to him and, after a quiet look to ask if it was okay to move, he took them in his own.
Their fingers laced together – he stroked the ring he placed on her hand – and she used his grip to anchor herself this time as she rode him without any further teasing.
Her own pleasure rising with his. With each throbbing expansion of his knot, the pressure became more delicious.
It was slow and beautiful and ended perfectly as their climaxes broke at the same moment, her muscles all clamping down on his cock as the heat of his seed filled her, adding that extra warmth and pressure that made her quake with pleasure.
A king. A warrior. An alien.
Her mate.
Their love making wasn't nearly so rough and hurried as usual, but they were still somehow both breathing hard as they enjoyed the fading waves of their ecstasy.
“Vi adassi,” he whispered reverently.
Peony beamed at the title. “Vi domin.”
He laughed, sitting up and taking her face in hand so he could kiss her with eager joy.
They were both smiling into it as she wrapped her legs around him in this new, seated position.
His knot stayed in place as they embraced each other.
For a long minute, it was enough to just kiss and love and embrace.
Soaking in the tenderness of the moment.
Enjoying the sweetness of their successful union.
When Atem finally turned, pushing Peony down onto the bed, she was already eager for him again. He kissed her deeply, making love to her with the same exaggerated slowness that was so atypical for them but so perfect for this moment.
***
For three days, Peony and Atem were left alone to enjoy their new mate bond.
It was a wonderful time wherein they fed each other from their hands, made love like teenagers who just figured out what it was, and laughed together like kids.
They didn't wear a single stitch of clothing, but they did do their best to find out just how many surfaces they could safely have sex on.
A lot, as it turned out. Atem being so strong opened up a list of possibilities that a human man wouldn't be able to replicate without becoming fatigued and tapping out after a minute or less.
That night he held her suspended over the edge of the balcony and thrust up into her, holding her entire body weight on his arms, until he finally came was one of her favorites.
Turns out, not only did she not have a fear of heights, she found them kinky somehow.
Though, she knew, if it had been anyone but Atem trying that, she wouldn't have been able to trust them enough to even calm down and enjoy it once, much less the three times she had.
So, really, her kink was probably just Atem being strong and sexy.
One of his favorites, by contrast, happened when they had been enjoying a bath. His copious amounts of cum and their seemingly endless appetites for each other made a mess out of both of them and they frequently needed to return to the cleansing room to wash off.
During one of those bath times, Peony discovered that Atem absolutely loved being pampered.
She had sat back in the tub, him resting against her chest, as she washed his hair and messaged his scalp until he was practically purring.
Then, she had him lay out and massaged his entire body until she finished with a traditional happy ending with a blowjob bonus feature.