Chapter 22
Survii
Survii had discovered jeans, and he loved them.
Traditional Chinese fashions – which were already added to his wardrobe – were beautiful, complex, and comfortable.
The silk against his skin was magical and the colors a joy to match.
But when they got to London, there was no traditional garb to offer and subsume into his collection.
Instead, he found casualwear, and he loved it.
Sweatpants, shorts for the sport called soccer, leggings, hoodies. They were amazing. Not incredibly stylish, but so comfortable, he didn't care.
But the jeans? Those somehow toed the line between being comfortable and stylish.
They fit well on his body and moved with him – so long as they weren’t the tight pair.
The female humans that saw him tittered about the sight of his backside, so he figured they were attractive as well.
He added a couple pairs of jeans to his collection.
He was wearing one of them now, a softer pair of human undergarments, and nothing else, as he walked up and down his hotel suite, reading the paper the humans had sent over with their newest terms. They used paper.
So old fashioned and fascinating. There was something soothing about being able to actually hold data in his hands.
His new jeans were hanging low on his hips, unbuttoned and unzipped – because his cock was a bit too big to fit comfortably inside, especially when he was hard. Which was near always lately.
Having seen his mate, his body had begun preparing for the act of claiming her, breeding her.
That was the point of the mate bond, after all.
Unlike humans, who were somehow equally fertile with everyone – something he still struggled to grasp – domini were most fertile with their mates.
They weren’t infertile before seeing them, not exactly, but the odds of impregnating a mate was about ten times higher than any other female.
His body had begun making those preparations the moment he saw her. His sac was heavier as it made seed for her, his knot ached with the urge to be swollen and grasped by her cunt, and his cock jumped to attention at any moment, regardless of how inconvenient that moment might be.
Having the jeans on but unzipped and unbuttoned meant he was enjoying his new favorite pants, but he was also giving his cock and sac plenty of room to move.
The undergarments, boxers, were pleasantly soft, but not nearly close to the sensation he wanted.
They were an interesting pattern though.
The humans called it a Union Jack, and it was apparently symbolic of the country.
The human females found his boxer choice hilarious – especially Alanna.
He adjusted his pants, semi-hard even now.
There was nothing sexually exciting about the trade terms he was reading, but that didn't matter. He had been around Alanna too long without satisfying himself. Yanking on his cock while enjoying a human shower wasn’t enough, and he couldn’t squeeze his own knot the way her cunt would, so the swelling never really eased.
Nothing would ease it until he claimed her. And even then, he doubted it would ever completely go away. He would always want his mate. Always.
He adjusted himself again as someone knocked on the door.
It was late, but the sun was only just setting – not so late that visitors were unexpected. He was used to it since Atem would frequently come around to talk to him about terms again. He didn't mind the work since it almost fully distracted him from his needy cock.
But it wasn’t Atem.
His semi-hardness began growing immediately just seeing Alanna standing on the other side when he opened the door. She looked so fucking pretty.
She had also found casualwear. During the day, while on their highly publicized tour, she always dressed impeccably. Sometimes in human fashion, sometimes in domini. He even saw her wear a dress that was fashionable on Holotulle’s Ring recently.
But when she was relaxing on their private floor of their hotel, she dressed for comfort.
Today, it was a pair of those stretchy black leggings that hugged her long, gorgeous legs like a second skin, and, over them, an oversized, maroon hoodie that completely hid her body, yet did nothing to diminish her sexuality.
Especially when he got a peek of her adorable little feet in those fuzzy slippers.
His scan of her body wasn’t slow, but he did linger just a bit longer than would be considered polite as he enjoyed her at her most comfy. He bet she would look nice and snug in a nest wearing that. By the time his eyes returned to hers, she had that look on her face. That dissociated look.
She was staring back at him. His bare chest. The low-slung jeans that were doing nothing to ease the hardening of his cock.
The bulge could be seen under the bright colors of the theme appropriate undergarment.
He smirked, resting his arms on the top of the door frame, elongating his torso, letting her get a really nice view.
She probably stood there, just staring, plump little lips parted, eyes gone foggy with lust, for a few minutes before she suddenly seemed to startle back to herself. And he let her. Just posing, grinning, enjoying the feeling of her eyes on him. Where they belonged.
“Evening, Alanna,” he greeted, growling for her just a bit, chuckling when her entire body trembled. Her fingers twitched as though resisting the urge to grab him.
She licked her lips and he longed to suck that pretty, pink tongue into his mouth.
“E-Evening,” she mumbled, clearing her throat and averting her eyes.
Only to immediately dart them back again and again.
Like she couldn’t help but look. He shifted his weight, feeling his cock rub against the boxer fabric, bringing her eyes down to his pulsing bulge barely constrained below the open zipper, just begging to be freed.
All yours, he wanted to say. Enjoy it as much as you like.
“What can I do for you?” He asked, not even trying to be subtle about the invitation.
She shifted her legs, rubbing her thighs together. He could just imagine the wet heat building between them. He longed to lick along her slit, drink from her, get her even wetter. Ready her tiny body for his big cock. It would be a genuine pleasure to taste her on his tongue.
The very thought made his rod jump and, in response, she swallowed.
She was staring again, and he wanted to groan, his hips slowly grinding at the air.
Eager for her. Hungry for her. And all he had was her hypnotized attention.
What would it be like to actually feel those soft hands stroking along his body, his cock, his knot?
She startled back into focus again, but this time her eyes were darting between his face and his groin, her little chest heaving.
“What?” She asked, struck too dumb to remember his question.
He chuckled. “What do you want, Alanna?” Again, he didn't leave any room for subtlety about the true meaning of his question.
“Er… talk,” she mumbled, rubbing at her mouth with her sleeve. Like she was trying to clear away a line of drool. “I wanted to talk.”
“By all means,” he stepped to the side, gesturing her forward. “Come.”
She shook her head quickly. “N-No. I need to… er, just talk. I just wanted to talk.”
He crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. Shamelessly posing for her again. The new angle made his jeans drop a little further. His cock was dangerously close to bursting out. The base of his knot was being hit by the cold air as his boxers were tugged down.
“What did you want to talk about then, vi Vitralai?”
She licked her lips and shifted her weight again. Not from desire this time. From nerves.
“What was true, Survii? Am I your mate, or aren’t I?”
“You most definitely are,” he said, completely certain. “I am an idiot. I’m sure Navine told you. She never hesitates to let people know. I’d be less mad if she wasn’t right.”
“Erm, she did mention that.” Alanna seemed to hunch in on herself. Why that reaction? “But… it’s true then? You really mean it?”
“I really do.” He wasn’t annoyed she required so much assurance. He’s the one who made her doubt in the first place. He would say it as many times as she needed to hear and every day for the rest of their lives after that.
“Why did you say… what you did?” Her voice got quiet, like she didn’t even like to say it.
And that shame was his. Striking against his chest like a blow. But he couldn’t dismiss the question. Or her right to know the truth.
“Because I didn't think I wanted a mate. I wasn’t ready to meet you. I never even seriously considered what would happen if I did. Mating between other species is rare. Very rare. Mate bonds are meant to encourage reproduction, so it’s hardly surprising.
Since I spent all my time around other species, I never thought it would happen. And then I saw you.”
“What changed? I mean, why are you acting like this now when you were so reticent before?”
“The surprise wore off. And I started to get to know you.” He longed to reach out and stroke her face, but her hands were up in front of her chest, making a barrier between them.
Still too nervous after his mess up to accept his touch.
“You’re everything I ever wanted, Alanna. Strong and clever and honest and good.”
“Strong? Me?” She looked surprised at the description.
“Aren’t you? You stood up to me so firmly.
So determinedly. I made a mistake, and you not only accepted my decision, foolish as it was, but you made efforts to protect yourself from me afterwards.
You’ve survived abduction and integration into an entirely new culture.
You made our planet your home. And you fought for your people, as you continue to fight for them now.
You’re so strong, Alanna. So incredible. You’re absolutely perfect.”
She didn't say anything for a long moment. He didn't mind waiting for her scattered thoughts to gather, even if she wasn’t looking at him while it happened this time. Her eyes were down, and her little fingers were twisting together over the hem of her long sleeves.
“Are you going to change your mind again?” She finally asked, her voice soft. Tiny. As though afraid to actually raise it.
He waited until she lifted her gaze, until she looked at him, before answering this time.
“Never. I want you, Alanna. I want you. With all of my being. And it is shocking to me, because I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.
It’s not even a proper comparison. I’m sorry.
So sorry, Alanna. I’m sorry for what I did.
I’m sorry for hurting you. I would change it if I could, but I can’t.
The only thing I can do is try to fix it moving forward. ”
She was biting on her bottom lip. Searching his face. Looking for the sincerity of his words. He already knew what she would see, but the moments that stretched between them, harsh and painful, threatened to tear him apart as she made her decision.
She released her lip and nodded once. “Okay.”
Some of his tension eased and he began to relax. “Let me earn your forgiveness, vi Vitralai. Let me earn your affections. Let me woo you properly.”
She shifted again. “Can we… take it slow? I know the urge to mate has to be beating at you, but I don’t know if I can…”
Survii didn't resist the urge to reach out for her this time. He cupped her cheek in hand, growling with pleasure when she leaned into the touch.
“We will go exactly as slow or fast as you like. You’re worth the effort. The patience.”
She averted her gaze shyly, for only a second, before she focused back on him. Smiling just a bit.
“Okay,” she said, the last of her tension easing, her arms dropping. “Thanks.”
“No, thank you. I’ll make sure you don’t regret this, vi Vitralai.”
She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, seemed to think better of it, then stepped back, gave him a smile, then turned to walk off.
Survii watched her go. Partially entranced by the motion of her body, but mostly just unwilling to look away from his female until she returned to her room. He couldn’t stop his smile when she looked back one last time before escaping.
“Run while you can, vi Vitralai,” he grinned, stepping back. Eager for the hunt.