Chapter 7
7
Oh my freaking God! That bony ridge I saw earlier above his cock is pressing flat against my clit. I can’t hold back the orgasm sweeping over me. Despite my pussy tightening down on him, Drakkon is unperturbed in his mission. He pistons in and out of me, but never far enough to remove the pressure against my clit. Or that other rear bit that’s cupping the area below my pussy, rubbing nerve endings I didn’t even know were there. It’s like he’s coming at me from all directions. It’s delicious and overwhelming at the same time. My fingernails dig into Drakkon’s broad shoulders as I shatter into a million pieces.
Only when I’m sagging against his chest does Drakkon let loose. I can feel the heat of his cum filling me up, marking me as his mate. And that’s the exact moment when I glance at my arm and notice the first faint platinum swirls under my skin.
“Drakkon?” I raise my arm in front of his eyes even as he scoops me up, still deeply embedded, and moves us to the bed.
His expression is pleased. “You are a most worthy mate, C.J., Tales of your speedy transformation will reach the far outposts of the Empire within a week.”
I blush. “Seriously? People talk about this sort of thing?”
Drakkon shrugs as he lies down with me on top of him. I push up on his chest with my hands so I can meet his gaze directly.
“They did. The current Empress has been on the throne for over one hundred years, so it’s been a while since there was a royal bride.”
“One hundred years! Are those earth years?”
Drakkon’s eyes shift as if doing an internal calculation. “No, it would be more like one hundred and fifty in your units. You will live equally long, my C.J.,” he says softly.
I blink, trying to take it all in. “Over one hundred years of sex like that?” I ask faintly.
His grin is blinding. “We might take it a bit slower in the last half century,” he concedes with a twinkle deep in his strange gold eyes.
Moving to shift my weight off of him, Drakkon stops me with a hand to my hip. “No, stay, sweetness. The nanobots will still transfer with my cock buried deep inside you. And besides, I’ve a mind to fuck you again shortly. Do you have any complaints about my chalsk ?”
He asks it as if knowing I won’t. I frown down at him. “Ass.”
His smile is wickedly angelic. “I thought not.”
I think he’s trying to distract me from the steadily growing swirls under my skin. Or should it be in it? I’m not entirely sure. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s weird and I have a heightened sense of awareness suddenly. The number of people moving about the nearby corridors, that kind of thing.
You’ll learn to push it into the background soon, my mate. The thought appears in my mind just as Drakkon rolls us over.
“You can talk in my head?” I squeak out loud, not daring to believe it isn’t my overactive imagination.
Yes, comes the response as he pulls out of me in order to bend down and fasten his lips around my nipple. It means I can both feast on you and converse at the same time . Along with the words comes a wave of emotions — pride, sexual satisfaction, possessiveness, and love. I tug on his long braids.
“Drakkon?”
Yes, my sweet? He moves to nuzzle my other breast.
“Make love to me?”
He smiles as he repositions to do just that. “You have only to think the thought, my C.J.”
His cock slides home, and this time I experience it from both his perspective and mine. It’s at least five times more intense and the first time had me gasping for air. I can feel my eyes rolling back into my head as he slowly teases my pussy with his chalsk , making leisurely shallow strokes with his cock.
He must sense when I’m close because he surges forward, burying himself deep. I’m so full the keening sensation of joy and life he’s emanating has me clutching him tight even as I explode with something equally strong but more feminine.
When both our heart rates have slowed to something approaching normal, he asks me quietly, “What does C.J. stand for? Initials mean a longer name behind it, correct?”
“Yes, but you don’t need to know them. I only go by C.J.” I’m certainly never going to let on that it stands for Clorinda Jacynth.
“I yearn to learn every detail about you, Clorinda,” he practically purrs into my ear.
“What!” I screech, sitting up abruptly.
Drakkon falls back laughing, one muscular arm covering his eyes as if that’s going to keep him safe.
“There’s no keeping secrets from your mate, little kystra . Better get used to it now.” He pulls me down on top of him and claims a kiss. His ridged tongue teases mine expertly and sends any thoughts of revenge (temporarily) out of my head.
“As members of the Imperial staff, you have the privilege of being the first to be introduced to my mate, Princess C.J.” I announce with due solemnity to the video broadcast set up on the bridge.
C.J., looking lovely but nervous in an elegantly simple and very short garment designed speedily by the ship’s tailor to show off her many intricate tracings, steps forward and gives a hesitant wave accompanied by a slight smile. I assured her earlier she didn’t have to say anything as nobody would understand her that wasn’t physically near me anyway. This is simply an opportunity for everyone to verify the rumors and note the strength and density of her designs indicating a strong and fast union. Then we can go back to fucking in our quarters for several weeks until we reach the Imperial Palace. Protocol demands that my grandmother be the next to meet the future empress.
Since we are only a day out from the intended return to Earth, I agreed to have C.J.’s apartment boxed up, but only if the most human-appearing crew members were dispatched and she remained safely on the ship. “You don’t exactly look human anymore, my darling mate,” I point out when she pouts at me.
She wrinkles her nose but sighs in agreement. “I suppose you’re right.”
“I am always right. Not only am I your mate, but also your Crown Prince. That makes me twice as right.”
Her brown eyes light with the predictable fire before she realizes I’m teasing. Sort of. “The other thing I’m right about is that your pussy is feeling lonely and neglected,” I assure her, watching with delight as her beautiful eyes narrow.
“How could it be when you were stuffing me full not twenty minutes ago?”
I wave a dismissive hand. “That was twenty minutes too long. Your pussy is happiest when clutching my cock.”
Her smile threatens to break through. “There might be some truth to that assertion. But we’re miles away from our bed.”
Nodding, I gesture around the garden deck. “This is, however, quite private. The lift door is locked for this level.”
Her eyes widen with interest.
“Perhaps you would like to kneel on this bench and admire that sirti flower in the nearby bed?” I point to the raised planting area behind the bench. It is time to demonstrate a different perspective to my mate by taking her from behind.
There’s plenty of side eye from C.J. as she kneels on the bench and braces her hands on the stone wall of the planter. She must have some idea what I have in mind because her ass is pushed out and twitching.
After pushing her delicate robe aside, I make swift work of removing her human underwear. Sliding a finger down her slit, I hum with satisfaction to see how wet and ready she is. “You are an endless source of satisfaction, sweet C.J.” Slipping into her warm depths, I know the instant the rear extension of my chalsk makes contact with her clit because her mental squeal of delight has me grinning from ear to ear. From this angle and with the help of the artificial gravity of the ship, her clit will remain under constant stimulation even as I rock into her channel over and over.
When she has come three times and I’ve deemed her thoroughly satisfied based on her constant mental hum of pleasure, I gather her up and carry her into the lift. C.J. raises both arms to clasp them around my neck. “I suppose…” she mumbles into my chest. “That maybe they got that whole mate matching thing right after all.”
Such a concession deserves a reward. And as soon as we’re back in the privacy of our quarters, I proceed to deliver it by licking her pussy clean and leaving C.J. whimpering with satisfaction.