Chapter 34
Tuvo
Human weapons were very old fashioned. They still used projectiles to deal damage, propelled by tiny explosions in the barrel of the gun. It was like holding ancient technology as Tuvo worked with the other males to pick through the compound.
They were gathering everything they could.
Guns taken from the bloated corpses of dead bodies, ammo from various places throughout the rooms, medical and food supplies that were still good.
It appeared that no one had tried to return here yet and there were only some signs of predation as the wildlife very slowly, cautiously, ventured closer.
It was only as they were going through the building that Inacio was able to explain to him what they did here. It took some time using his limited vocabulary and hand signs, but he eventually understood.
They stole and sold females through this building.
The Three Rings were a group of criminals, and they made their funds through running drugs and stealing and selling females.
They sold them for despicable males to fuck at their leisure, with no concern for the females themselves.
They often weren’t even sold to a single person, but instead to many people for one fuck at a time.
Tuvo nearly lost the contents of his stomach.
Not just for the horror of what was happening here – though that was certainly part of it. He had seen many things during his years as a soldier and bad people existed in every species. He wasn’t na?ve to the terrors of monsters.
No, it was the idea that Hattie had been here that made him ill.
They found a room near where she had been imprisoned in which there was a single, dirty mattress, chains, and a camera pointing towards it.
He pictured what they would have done to her on that bed, the ‘example’ they would have made of her for turning against her own kind, and he began gathering everything flammable he could find.
After he and the other males took away everything useful, he burned the rest to the ground.
Taking pleasure in the purifying flames as they tore through the rooms, knowing that, thanks to the constant rains and the large clearing between the building and the wall, and the wall and the forest, the flames wouldn’t spread.
This disgusting planet with its disgusting males. Criminals that sold females like chattel. Security teams that betrayed their duty and honor. Pathetic little males like Keith that had no power but still managed to hurt those near them.
This planet didn’t deserve to be part of the Coalition. It didn’t deserve to be protected.
Tuvo rather thought it deserved to be occupied.
They couldn’t take care of themselves. They couldn’t protect their own females. They should have the chance to do more damage taken from them.
Those dark thoughts haunted him the rest of the trip back to the village.
He moved quickly, pushing the others hard, in his haste to return.
No longer wasting time chatting or getting to know them.
He was tempted to destroy these guns before he put them in their hands.
Clearly, none of the humans could be trusted with even ancient weapons like these.
The only thing that kept him from reacting rashly, stupidly, was the mental image he had of how sad Hattie would look if he did something like that.
He had to get to her. He had to talk to her. She would calm him down.
Hopefully.
Or he would pick her up, forget Keith and Brilhar and the Three Rings, and just take her to town himself. Let them all suffer and die so long as she was all right.
Then, he stepped into the village.
And there was Hattie, sitting on a rug next to Belmira. She was teaching Hattie a game that appeared to be played with cards. Hattie had a frown on her face as Belmira slowly talked her through what she should do. Concentrated. Focused.
Then, as understanding dawned, a smile broke. She beamed, so bright and beautiful, it cracked that darkness that had settled in his heart.
Belmira noticed them first. When she looked their way, Hattie turned as well, and when she did, her smile got brighter. His little sunlight. The spark in his heart that made it beat.
“You’re back!” She said, getting to her feet.
Tuvo dropped the bag he carried onto the ground. He didn’t care if he damaged anything inside. The only thing that mattered right then was Hattie.
He grabbed her and tossed her over his shoulder without even breaking his stride. The village, already used to him, laughed good-naturedly as they passed. None of them judged. A few of them waved and called out what sounded like encouragement.
Good people.
Right. There were good people too.
Hattie, hung over his shoulder, scratched his back. “Miss me?”
In response, he slid his hand up the back of her thigh, making her shiver.
It had only been a few days that he had been gone, but Hattie had made herself at home in their little, borrowed house. She had added a new pillow to the bed, a rug for the ground, her clothes were tossed over the chair, and she had a basin of water.
Nesting. She was nesting.
As an adassi should.
Tuvo couldn’t stop the growl in his chest as he flipped her over, off his back and into his arms so he could gently lay her on the bed.
Laughing, she put her arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss.
He sank into the warmth, the taste, of it. His female. Sweet and kind. Everything wonderful about this planet. Something easy to forget when he had been surrounded on all sides by the very worst. Just the memory made him shudder as he sank into her.
“Hattie, I need you,” he very nearly begged.
“I’m yours,” she promised, running her fingers through his hair.
And he felt the certainty of that vow deep in his bones. In his heart.
She was his.
He had to remind himself that it had been days since they’d been together. He had to make sure she was ready for him, fighting against his impatience as he yanked her jeans down her hips. Just far enough that he could thrust his hand between her legs.
The warm softness of her thighs closed around his fingers. Then, the slickness of her weeping cunt. He speared her with two fingers, thrusting deep, making her gasp as she canted her hips up. She had indeed started to tighten up again.
Well, he would fix that for her soon.
He worked his fingers in and out of her channel until she slickened and loosened enough to fit a third finger into her. It was a task considering her legs couldn’t separate.
But as she tried to shimmy out of her pants, he yanked his hand free. He grabbed her, tossed her onto her belly, clutched her hips, and yanked her up.
She was trying to properly get up on all fours in the time it took to free his aching cock. He didn’t let her adjust herself. He put a hand to her back and pushed her down again, arching her ass up, offering her hole up to him.
She whimpered, dripping.
A pretty little cunt. His to own. His to fuck. His to breed.
And no one would ever take her from him again.
He notched his head at her entrance and thrust forward. Slamming halfway into her, making her cry out as her fingers clutched at the bed.
He pulled back, then thrust again. Just as hard. Just as merciless. Gaining more ground. It took three more such attempts before he was finally buried to his knot. Hattie bit the mattress and was whimpering, shaking, as he claimed her.
Lowering himself, pressing her down into the bed, he let his weight cover her before pulling his hips back. He started pounding. Hard and uncompromising. With each slap of their skin, he heard-
Mine. Mine. Mine! MINE!
-roaring in his head.
His mate had been so close to danger. So close to death. It didn’t matter that it was over a tenday ago now. It didn’t matter that she was here, safe, with him now. Because they had taken her from him once, and they might be coming back for her again.
She came with a cry. So suddenly. He wasn’t ready for the way her muscles all clenched around his cock – desperately milking him for his seed.
It ripped his own climax from him. Unwillingly.
His sac drew up as white-hot pleasure raced up his spine even as his knot ached from being neglected.
He wasn’t buried in her. His shaft didn’t even start to go soft.
His hips never stopped moving. He kept pounding, stirring up their combined juices, as she cried and moaned under him.
What little seed he had leaked with that unknotted orgasm was dripping out of her. It was smeared against their thighs.
A waste. He needed to replace it. He had to breed his female. Put his pup in her belly so she would stay safe in her nest.
That very thought, his beautiful female round and glowing, drove him into a frenzy.
He grabbed her hips and yanked them up. He drove his knot into her, making her scream. Then yanked it out. Again. And again. Fucking her with it. Owning her body. Breaking it. Reforming it into the shape of his cock.
Claiming her.
When she came again, now buried deep, her muscles all clenched so tight that he couldn’t pull himself free. Like a true knot, he was locked inside her. The rippling of her muscles coaxed his own orgasm forth as he roared from deep in his chest.
And filled her little womb.
Breeding his mate.
He collapsed back over her, fingers digging into her hips, keeping her close. Not that there was any chance of his knot breaking free so long as she clutched him so tightly.
His knot, by Standard definition, was technically a pseudoknot. He shouldn’t lock inside her. That was not something his anatomy was supposed to do.
But Hattie clung to him so tightly, refusing to let him go.
Once again, as the frenzy faded, he found himself grateful that human females had the foresight of turning off their ovulation. Just by watching the other females with their mates, he knew how easy it was to plant a pup in their womb.
Sighing with relief, he nuzzled the top of her head.
“You all right, vi kyryra?” He asked, his grip loosening, but his knot remaining stuck. She hadn’t released him yet. He didn’t think he’d mind if she kept him there for the rest of their lives. It might be a bit impractical, but he thought he could make it work.
Hattie moaned, head turning, unburied from the mattress. “Wow… That was…” Her voice broke off and turned into a deep, rolling giggle that rocked her body against his.
Tuvo groaned as his knot throbbed. “Don’t move, kyrya. You’re going to make me hard, and I don’t want to take you again so soon. Are you sore?”
“I’m full,” she grinned, eyes shut. Blissed out. Absolutely beautiful.
“Full?”
“Of you,” she wiggled her hips back making him groan again. “You filled me up so full, honey.”
“Honey?”
“You don’t like that one? How about sweetie?”
He grimaced and she laughed, making their bodies move again.
“You get to give me a pet name, but I can’t give you one?”
“You can. But nothing so… cute.”
She snickered. “What pet names am I allowed then?”
“Hm… How about virkan?”
“Does that mean pumpkin? Honeybun? Sweetie-pie?”
“Vigor,” he ground his pelvis against hers, making her moan. “Or nivii. Sturdy.”
“How about Tuvy-Bear?”
“Bear? What does bear mean?”
“It’s a big, fierce, mighty predator on Earth,” she smiled back at him. “The kind that makes full grown men run in fear.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. She looked entirely too satisfied with that suggestion. “Are you lying to me?”
“Not at all. You can ask any human. Bears are big and sturdy. Vigorous. I can show you pictures when we get internet service back.”
There seemed to be something suspicious about this, but she also didn’t seem to be lying. And it could be easily disproved.
“Very well. I don’t mind being called bear. But Tuvy?”
“It’s called compromise. Cutesy and tough. We both win.”
Once again, he rather thought she was not telling him something, but if bears really were such fearsome predators, he couldn’t imagine what it was. He would make sure she showed him this beast later so he could be sure it really was all she claimed, but he couldn’t deny her now.
“Very well,” he agreed, reaching between them.
He took hold of her hips and, slowly, being careful not to hurt her, pulled his knot free. She gasped and closed her legs as his seed began to leak. A waste.
Sighing, he collapsed down beside her. She grinned, grabbing his arm and bringing it down so she could use his bicep as a pillow. He had said it before, but it beared repeating-
“I am so lucky you turned off your ovulation,” he said, rolling onto his side without disturbing her so he could rub her back.