Chapter 62
Survii
Alanna placed the treaty cylinder inside the protected vault of the Jutiron Stor.
It floated in place upon a pedestal, surrounded by an airtight case that was strong enough to survive even an explosion.
A tracking beacon inside would lead Coalition forces to it, if worse came to worse, and it would remain there until it was transferred to a similar vault upon Survii’s own ship.
Survii and Alanna would then be responsible for taking it to Holotulle’s Ring, base of the Coalition, and delivering it to the archives where thousands of agreements were stored.
Alanna stepped out of the vault and Survii took her hand. Both of them watched as ship security sealed it behind them. Protecting their hard-won treaty.
The moment the door sealed in place, Alanna let out a long breath. As though she were releasing a lot of tension just knowing it was safe.
“You did it, vi Vitralai,” Survii said, smiling at her proudly.
She smiled back. “We did it. Thank you, Survii. For not giving up on us.”
“You should thank yourself for that.” He turned them from the vault and walked them away, through the busy ship. “The Earth owes this treaty only to you.”
“There were a lot more people than me involved,” she laughed.
“Yes, and at any time, it would have fallen completely apart if you weren’t there to fight for it every step of the way. Accept the credit. You’re extraordinary. Bask in it.”
She giggled, resting her head down against his arm.
The emotional burden off her shoulders was so large, it was almost physical.
Tuvo and Hattie were back, and they were both okay. They had been through an ordeal, and it had left Tuvo with a dark bitterness in him towards Earth. They still had to deal with the fallout of that and couldn’t leave until they had done so.
Survii had chosen a proper ambassador to represent Earth, and they were on their way now. They were going to work with the ratchi ambassador to begin all the steps that needed to take place now to begin the process of enacting the terms of the treaty.
But none of that fell upon Survii or Alanna’s shoulders.
In fact, he was considering summoning his ship to meet up with the Stor so he could put Alanna on it and take her on a proper honeymoon.
He knew planets that had tropical islands similar or better compared to the one they had been on before.
Or a snowy paradise, if she wanted the complete opposite of that so that there would be no reminders of their ordeal.
A place where they could snuggle up together in front of a fire and watch snow fall. Or lava flows. Or storms churn.
Or maybe all of them. He could take her on an extended honeymoon to make up for the one she had lost at every beautiful travel destination in the universe. Never ending. For the rest of their lives. Just one extended honeymoon.
“What thoughts are you having that are making you purr like that?” She asked, still leaning against him as they walked back to their room.
He sputtered. “Purr? I don’t purr. I’m not a pup. It’s a growl. A very masculine and deep growl.”
She laughed, just the way he wanted her to. He would spend the rest of their lives doing everything he could to make sure her smile never withered again.
But before he could whisk her away into the greater universe to begin their romantic adventures, he had to ask-
“Did you want to return to Earth for anything?”
“Huh?” She looked surprised at the offer. “You’d let me go back down to Earth? Without a fight?”
“Without a fight? Yes. Without security? Absolutely not. I just don’t know when we’re going to be back this way. I want to make sure that you have everything you need before takeoff.”
“Are we leaving?”
“Eventually. There’s no rush. But that’s why I’m asking now. I want to make sure you get to do everything you want on Earth before we move on to the next place. Think of your list now so we can do it all before we leave.”
“Where will we go?”
“Vitralai, where won’t we go? I have grand plans for you. I can’t wait to show you everything! Give me the word, and we’ll be gone before the mark ends.”
She laughed as they stepped into their room. The familiar scent was different now. It smelled of her – of that creamy lotion she had brought with her from Earth. Of the oils she used in her hair from Turv. Of her – pure and simple and perfect.
His room was a den now, and it would never be the same again.
Survii locked the door as she took off her shoes and set them into the storage on the wall. The drawer slid shut and she reached for the pins in her hair.
He took hold of her wrists and pulled them up, pressing them against the wall, spread far enough apart that he had access to her neck. He leaned in to lick and kiss and suck at the soft, supple skin there as she moaned softly under his touch.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, blowing against her ear.
She shivered, but her palms remained flat against the wall as he released her.
His hands traveled down over her body. Luxuriating in the curves hidden under the softness of her dress.
He kissed the back of her neck as he stroked her thighs.
He enjoyed the fullness of the soft flesh before going up again, this time slipping his hands under her skirt.
Her little panties shredded neatly under his claws.
The fabric fluttered to the ground as she shuddered, her legs already starting to move further apart.
She was so well trained. Her body responded immediately to his touch.
Her hungry little cunt already dripping for him when he drew his knuckle along her slit.
“Don’t tease. Please,” she begged.
“Ah. You’ve missed me, haven’t you?”
They hadn’t had sex since their ruined honeymoon.
She had not been emotionally available in the aftermath, and then they had been focused on signing the treaty.
But now that was all done and his aching sac, heavy with seed for her, was a harsh reminder that he hadn’t emptied it inside his female in days.
Grabbing her dress, he slashed through it and her bra. They joined her shredded panties on the ground, leaving her naked and open to him. He dragged his claws gently down her back, savoring the way she shuddered in delight.
Her hips humped back against him. Grinding against the bulge in his suit pants.
He watched her with a smile as he pulled the belt from his hips with a single jerk.
He twined it around her waist, pulled the end through the buckle, and yanked it tight.
She grunted from the force as he twisted the trailing end around his fist, making sure he had a good grip.
“Comfy, love?” He asked, jerking on it gently to make sure it didn’t dig into her.
“No. I’m aching,” she whimpered, bouncing her sweet, round butt right against him.
Survii chuckled as he pulled back, just enough to pull the zipper of his pants down and free his cock from inside. Even that distance made Alanna protest. His grip on the belt kept her from her goal and she cried out in protest.
“So desperate for me. Beautiful.” He stroked along her ass. Down to her thighs, then up to her dripping little cunt. He fed himself into her with a groan of relief.
How had she tightened so much after only a few days? It was like he had to re-shape her to his cock just because time had passed.
A task he was only too happy to do as he slammed forward, jerking her back with the belt at the same time, forcing a grunt from her throat.
“Hands on the wall!” He ordered with a growl when they started to slip.
She panted, shaking, as she struggled to obey as Survii began pounding into her hard and fast. Yanking her back using the belt, jerking his hips forward. Intent on bruising her ass and bending her back as he sank again and again and again into her tight heat.
She screamed with her climax, knees buckling. Survii followed her down, lowering her gently so she didn’t hurt herself, but his hips didn’t stop moving. He kept yanking on that belt, forcing a sound from her throat with each jerk.
“Just like that,” he praised as her head dipped, her ass sticking up – open and ready for him. “You’re such a good mate, Alanna. Such a good mate for me.”
She whimpered from the overstimulation, but he wasn’t done.
He rode her hard, fucking her down until she came again.
The walls of her cunt crushing his cock, swallowing his knot with a desperate squeeze as he sank all the way inside her.
His balls tightened and rose, burning at the base of his spine, before he came with a shout, yanking her up and clutching her to him.
His hips continued to shake, to drill just a bit deeper as jet after jet of hot seed filled his female, creating that delicious pressure.
She let out a long, low moan, as she clung to the hand he planted on the ground by her head so he didn’t crush her with his weight.
Survii chuckled and grabbed her, sitting back with his cock still lodged in place.
He kept her on his lap as he leaned against the wall.
Stroking and caressing her body as they slowly came down from their peak.
His cock slid from her as it softened and her grip on his knot eased, the angle not really able to keep it inside without the clamping of her muscles.
She whimpered as his seed spilled out of her, staining his suit pants.
“You didn’t even get undressed,” she said, snuggling back against him.
“A complaint?”
She hummed, shaking her head. “A compliment. I loved that.”
“Being naked and at my disposal while I remained dressed and in power?” He tweaked her nipple with a grin. “Such a good toy for me.”
Alanna beamed at the praise sinking back against him. “Love you, Survii.”
“And I love you, vi Vitralai. My Alanna.”
She stiffened. “Survii…”
“Yes?” He grinned.
“You… You said that in English.”
“I did,” he confirmed, nuzzling the back of her neck. “And I’m going to learn to say it in every language, on every planet, that we visit. It will be the first thing I learn, so I can tell you every day, in every way, just how much you mean to me.”
Reaching back, she grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss.
And they both lost track of time for the next few marks as they surrendered themselves completely to the sensation of the other. Nothing else existed except the pleasure of their kiss, the warmth of their bodies, and the strength of the love they shared.