Chapter 41 #2
“I give you this ring in your customs, my Alanna.” He placed her hands on his chest, right over the crystal ring around his neck. “Have I proven myself worthy of being your domin? Will you wear this ring as my mate?”
Alanna’s fingers clutched on the ring. She wanted to pull it off his neck. Have it put it on her finger right now. But that wasn’t how this worked.
“Show me your den,” she begged, thumb stroking across the ring with undisguised longing.
Survii grinned before leaping up. He caught her and tossed her over his shoulder as she squealed and laughed. He stood, his arm over her legs, keeping her securely in place. He saluted Atem, her friends, and her family, before turning and walking her to the shuttle.
She laughed, kicking her feet a bit as he stepped inside. Everything was ready for them. He shut the door and gently set her in one of the seats before moving forward to act as the pilot.
Alanna grinned, jumping up and rushing to the window. She looked out with a smile, waving although she knew no one could see her, as Survii lifted off. Her last glimpse of Earth was of her family approaching the others to check on Atem as the camera crew got shots of them and the departing shuttle.
“We’ll be back soon, vi Vitralai,” Survii promised, taking them straight up. “The wedding will be fully prepared by the time we return.”
Alanna giggled, turning from the window. She leaned over the back of the pilot seat and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Not now, Vitralai,” he chastised with a laugh. “You’re supposed to be making me work for it, remember?”
“No. Remind me.” She kissed him on the cheek. On the neck. Her hands roamed over his chest. Enjoying him like he was a sinful piece of chocolate for her to savor.
Her fingers very quickly found the ring around his neck and played with it. Touching the slightly rough outside, the soft inside, rolling it over her finger. Teasing herself with it as she kept almost putting it on.
She kissed and played with his neck and his long, pointed ears the entire flight up to the Stor.
There was no one there when they attached the shuttle to the small landing bay – a place specifically for the landing shuttles and, beside that, a row of escape pods. It let out onto a small walkway that led directly into the ship itself.
A hall that Survii carried her through on his shoulder again, having hefted her up into the second he stood from the chair. He had one hand resting possessively on her ass as he stalked ahead like a beast dragging his prey home.
The halls had been cleared. No one was trying to get in the way of a domin bringing their adassi to their den – that was just begging for a beat down. And not a friendly one either.
Alanna giggled as she drew circles with her fingers on his lower back. Enjoying the way his ass tensed and moved with each step he took.
She didn’t even give herself permission. She didn’t think. She smacked it. Giggling at how hard that glorious ass felt under her palm.
Even as she lifted her hand to do it again, she felt a sharp swat on her own backside. She yipped – more in surprise than pain. Under her, Survii’s chest rumbled as he laughed.
Her own face heated. Not just in arousal, but in how she had given literally no thought to the idea of spanking him. She had just done it. The intrusive thoughts always won with her. But Survii never seemed to mind. He just returned the favor.
He was so perfect.
A door slid open, and he stepped inside a dim room.
She couldn’t see through his back, but she recognized his distinct scent.
It was strong here, and she realized that it wasn’t a cologne at all – it was an air freshener of some kind.
One that clung to his skin even after he left his room.
A scent she had associated with him so strongly that having this much of it, potent and pure, in her face almost made her dizzy.
Or maybe that was the world suddenly going upright as Survii swung her off his shoulder and set her back on her feet. She definitely would not have kept her balance if he hadn’t taken hold of her by the arms until she could stand on her own.
She gave him a grateful smile before eagerly turning.
She hadn’t seen Survii’s room on the ship yet. She was eager to.
And she was not disappointed.
The long, square window on the wall was definitely fake. But it looked so real. It was programed to look like it was facing the beautiful curve of a planet with lavender colored water and golden land, a bright sun shining in the far distance from behind.
The room itself was definitely not a normal room on the ship with their basic pod like beds and plain furniture – the ones that closed and sealed in event of an emergency.
He had a pod bed, of course, they were Standard, especially on large ships, but his was huge and the plain gray blankets that came with it had been replaced with pillows and an amazingly thick and soft looking blanket in a variety of colors.
None of them looked like they had been made in the same place, so none of them matched, yet all of them looked like they belonged.
The same could be said with the variety of rugs on the ground.
The digital art on the walls. The cushions surrounding the low table that was laden with food she couldn’t see under metal protective domes.
All the textiles looked like they had been gathered from a variety of planets and places.
And, she realized, that’s probably exactly what happened.
And she found the source of the scent. It wasn’t an air freshener at all. It was incense – a gentle, lazily waving stream of smoke coming out of a beautiful ceramic jar near the bed.
It was a futuristic bohemian chic bower. Hippie sci-fi.
And whether it was the smell or the style or just knowing that it was hers now, it felt like home.
Survii stepped past her, tugging on her hand.
Pulling her towards the low table and all the food that was waiting for her.
Way more than she would ever actually be able to eat.
Which was the point. He had to gorge her until she was stuffed – proof that he could care for her after proving that he could protect her as a good domin should.
“Do you like it?” He asked as he helped her down before sitting beside her, reaching for the food before she even answered.
At this point, his instincts would be riding him hard.
He had to feed her. With the same intensity that he had to draw in air.
His brain was changing, adjusting to that of a mated male, locking onto her with an unbreakable bond.
Each action he took just pushed it further, and each second delayed would be like a pressure in his brain building up without release.
“I love it,” she said honestly, smiling at him, his room, the unknown planet through the false window, before finally looking at the feast he had prepared for her.
While raw meat, still bloody and fresh from the hunt, was traditional for the domini, the humans couldn’t accept that kind of feast for basic biology reasons.
Survii had adapted and instead she was facing five different plates, each full of something she didn’t recognize.
One looked like a large, wobbly gelatin with, she hoped, fruit in it.
There was also a bed of leaves with something bright blue piled on top that released a steady, blue colored steam.
A loaf of bread filled with what appeared to be a thick stew surprised her, because the domini didn’t eat grains.
Another plate held carefully cooked meat, but was a strange pink color, and the last was a burrito?
Maybe? It was a wrap of some kind, but it didn’t appear to be made of any type of carb.
“I don’t recognize any of these,” she said, eyes moving over everything. Eager, excited, to try each strange and unusual bite.
“These are some of my favorite dishes from around the universe,” Survii said, cutting into the steak with his claws and lifting a piece to her lips. “Adapted a bit to suit your diet, of course. But I think you’ll love them.”
Alanna beamed as she took the meat in her mouth. Then moaned as it literally melted, like cotton candy, flooding her tongue with a spicy sweet flavor.
She was already opening her mouth for another even as Survii was getting something else for her.
This time, it was the blue stuff, which pulled apart with a sound like ripping paper.
She eagerly sucked it off his fingers, laughing when she found it was cold.
With a fizzy kind of feeling, it sparked across her tongue, similar to popping candy, and tasted almost floral.
And that was how it went with everything Survii fed her.
It wasn’t just the taste of the food that was amazing, everything had an incredible texture.
The gelatin – which was not fruit filled – was chewy and savory and almost felt like eating oobleck.
The stew he served by ripping off a piece of bread, dipping it, and bringing it to her lips.
That one was super spicy, in the best way, and she felt its warmth plunging down into her belly as she swallowed it.
Even the drink, a wine from a planet she didn’t know, was two different colored fluids that refused to mix, but didn’t really separate, moving together like a lava lamp that tasted like peppermint peaches and felt like silk on her tongue.
She ate from his fingers until she was full, then ate just a bit more. Gorging herself until she felt her belly sticking out, firm and filled. His eyes lit with approval, then darkened with desire when she finally refused the last bite of pink steak.
He tossed the piece on the plate and cleaned his fingers. It had to be cooked for her, making it inedible for him, so he had to wipe the juices away before he took her hand and stood, guiding her to the bed with an eager grin on his face.
It was her turn now.
Alanna was excited for this part.
Domin, in ancient Domtri, meant, essentially, den protector. That was why he had to fight for her and prove he could feed and provide for her.
In contrast, adassi, partner to the domin, was the nest maker.
They were the ones in charge of protecting and caring for the pups directly.
While, usually, the adassi was female, that wasn’t strictly true and, except during pregnancy itself, the stronger person guarded the den, while the weaker or less skilled one tended the nest.
That made the bed hers. Making it was her task. For a domini female, it would be instinctual. It was so deeply ingrained in them that, when the humans were pregnant with domini babies, they became very particular over their beds.
Alanna wasn’t pregnant, so it wasn’t an obsessive thought to her. But it was something she approached eagerly.
For all that Survii had brought her here with a single-minded determination, he was standing back now. Watching. Waiting. His hands clenching like he wanted to grab her, but a slave to instincts that demanded he let her do this.
She started by stripping the bed of everything. Getting rid of all that he had done. Not because she didn’t like it, or because she was taking over, but because he wanted her to do it. Even though he hadn’t said as much, she knew.
He wanted her to own this space. Even if she put everything back exactly where she had found it, he wanted, he needed, it to be done by her hand.
She was extra careful as she made the bed. She took off her dress and cape and added them to the configuration as well. Not because she wanted them, but because that was tradition – not really instinct, but meaningful, nonetheless.
Once that was done, and she was fully nude, she turned to him.
Survii had been standing back. Watching her with hungry, gleaming eyes. As though her making the bed was the sexiest thing he could imagine.
She grinned seductively as she slid over to him. Her hands ran up his chest. Bare and encrusted with the blood he had shed for her sake. She leaned over and kissed his pecs as her fingers were busy between their bodies, pulling apart his belt.
She undressed him. He did not help. In a strange way, in this moment, he was something like an accessory for her nest. He couldn’t enter it without her permission.
His own body would reject the very idea from coming up, trying to force himself to do so would be sickening, if not outright impossible.
Like trying to deliberately bite down hard enough to break your own teeth.
He was physically capable of it, but his own mind was putting on the brakes to prevent it from happening.
He moved his limbs as needed to pull off his boots and pants.
And when she took his hand and pulled him forward, he obeyed.
But it was like he was her puppet. Completely beholden to her will as she pushed him back onto the bed with a shove that should have hit him like a soft breeze but commanded him like a remote control. She immediately straddled his thighs.
His cock, hard and dark and straining, twitched in the air as she raised up on her knees over him. Even like that, the head of that dick was still pressing against her mound, not at her hole.
She held out her hand, circling her hips to tease his shaft. “My ring. Make me yours.”
Survii groaned as she tormented him. She had him completely at her mercy. He couldn’t force himself inside her or roll them over to take control even if he tried.
Her nest. Her rules. Her mate.
His claws cut through the leather cord rather than take the time to pull it over his head. His fingers were shaking as he slid it over her finger. But he got it on the right digit, on the first try, without even needing to check to make sure it was right.
He knew, because he paid attention.
The weight of the crystal was heavy on her hand, but not bulky. She curled her fingers, trapping it on her hand as she brought it close, holding it like the precious treasure it was.
“You’re mine now,” she said, reaching between them.
Before he could speak, she leaned forward, notched his cock at her entrance, then sat back in one swift, sharp motion.
The girth of him filling her up made her gasp, eyes rolling back. She had to rock forward, then back again to sink all the way down. Her pussy engulfed his knot. Plugging her up. It was already starting to grow, a delicious pressure at her entrance that made her grind her hips into him.
Survii groaned, claws clenching into the bedding, but his body otherwise still. He wouldn’t move to fuck her back until he came. Until she accepted him, finally, as her mate. The orgasm was the final switch that needed to be flipped in his brain.
Then, he was hers. Forevermore. There would be no other woman than her. There couldn’t be, it was physically impossible.
Over the entire universe, he had picked her.