Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
D’Var
T he next days fly by. After breakfast we work on the ship’s improvements. After T’Rak and me have finished with the wall, he went back to his captain duties. I set up the greenhouse with L’Ren, and while she busies herself with her plants, I have been scouting the ship to find things we can use as furniture.
Today is the first day we will eat dinner in our new mess hall. L’Ren has been busy all day with the roots and spices she found in the back of the closet in which we store the noodles. She is confident she will make us a meal which we will love more than plain noodles. Her enthusiasm makes our growing bond glow, and I mentally tell T’Rak and O’Rec that they better praise her immensely for the tastes and the efforts. While I secretly know that they really do not care if they eat plain noodles.
I enter the mess hall with some crates we can use to sit on next to the makeshift table I fabricated yesterday. L’Ren is busy at the Kit-Sjen, softly singing to herself.
I pause and for a moment I look at her, she is beautiful. Her hair in two thick braids I did for her this morning with shiny chains braided through them, which she really loved.
“I have brought you chairs," I say and hold up the crates for her to see. She turns around beaming at me.
“Thank you, D’Var,” she says, pointing at where she wants them.
“Can you put them over there, please?”
I put the crates away before I walk up behind her and kiss her neck.
“What are you making?” I ask her, looking over her shoulder, while my hands caress her hips. Touching her feels like second nature now, she is more confident and there has been a lot of kissing. I gently nuzzle her neck and breathe in her scent. She puts the knife down and gently rests her head against my chest for a moment closing her eyes, enjoying our closeness as much as I do.
“I am trying to make noodles with spicy roots," she says. “Instead of keeping the noodles in a sort of soup, I have cooked them so that they are now soft, and I spiced up the roots before baking them a bit. I think they are really good," she takes a small piece of root and hands it to me. Before I can think better of it, I eat it out of her hand. Our eyes lock and I feel myself getting hard, a very familiar occurrence around her these days. I lick her thumb and she moans.
I put my arms around her, my tail sneaks up on her lower leg.
“Can I…” I start asking her for her consent, but she interrupts me.
“Yes, please,” she sighs, turning around, locking her arms around my neck. She goes up onto her toes and pulls my head down so our mouths can meet .
The moment our lips touch, my cock jumps into action, my tail’s hold on her leg tightens and I moan with the way she makes me feel. I push her lips open with mine and thrust my tongue into her mouth, like I would if I would lick her cunt. I break us apart and lift her onto her Kit-Sjen, she yelps but I put my mouth on her again.
The kiss goes on, her hand is fisting my braid, I pull her body close to me, not wanting any distance between us. We break apart panting, desire in her eyes. My hand is on her hips and as I stare into her eyes it creeps up, under her shirt, across her stomach. She gasps, then lets out the cutest moan, encouraging me to keep exploring her body. Her skin is soft, and she feels as fragile as she looks. My enormous hand spanning half her waist.
When I get to her breast I pause, I want to open my mouth to ask her if she is okay, but she kisses me fiercely, setting my mind at ease. My hand engulfs her breast and she moans. We kiss, while I caress her breast. It’s tiny in my hands, but it feels so good. Her nipple is hard and when I flip it with my thumb she arches into me.
Just when I am about to spill myself in my trousers like a youngster, I hear someone clear their throat.
“Are we interrupting something?”
Lauren
I tear myself away from D’Var, both embarrassed and grateful for being caught. My lips are swollen and sensitive, I liked what he did to me, way too much. This could have gotten way more out of hand. My cheeks darken with a terrible blush again, but D’Var just grins and gives my lips one last little kiss. Only then he releases me and steps back, his tail now relaxed at his side. He unapologetically adjusts himself and I blush even more.
T’Rak just raises a brow, when he shrugs O’Rec laughs. He walks up to us and clasps D’Var at his shoulders.
“Seems things are going great with your mate, congratulations friend.”
I laugh and shake my head at the absurdity of the situation. Then I remember I am sitting atop my workstation, which is not the most hygienic thing in the world. I quickly hop off. I consider myself lucky the knife didn’t cut my butt, and decide I’ll put the crushed roots in my own dish.
“You can go sit at the table,” I say, turning to finish the bowls with our dinner.
“Table?” I hear O’Rec ask D’Var. “She does know these are just big and small crates, right?”
D’Var laughs. “Of course, my friend, but you would hardly know which crate to use if we call all the crates, crates, am I not right?” I smile as their banter continues while they take a seat. T’Rak is silent, like always, but I can imagine he is just not the most talkative person.
I serve the bowls of noodles, three big ones and one smaller one. While T’Rak eyes them suspiciously, O’Rec gently prods at the roots with a utensil and D’Var dives in with gusto. He takes a really big bite, and when he swallows it, he sighs with pleasure.
“It is really good, L’Ren!” he says and he continues shoving down his food, like he always does. T’Rak and O’Rec start eating now as well and I am pleased they like it. I start eating myself and yes, it is not perfect, but it does taste good. We eat in silence.
O’Rec and D’var finish their bowls in no time and immediately ask for seconds. I quickly fill their bowls up again, beaming with pride .
T’Rak eats a whole lot slower and just grunts a “Thank you for dinner” when he is done. He gets some water, then walks back to his working station. D’Var gives my leg a quick squeeze.
“T’Rak is always like that. He was never a talker before the destruction, but after, even less. You did very well, my mate, I am very proud of you.” I beam at him. He knows exactly what to say to me. It feels strange that after a week, I feel like I have always known him and I am starting to really see a future with him on this ship.
We talk with O’Rec some more; he shares lots of funny stories about them in their early days as young Warriors. I learn that T’Rak, O’Rec and D’Var have been a crew ever since they completed the trials. O’Rec and D’Var met when they started the trials, they met T’Rak after. He is a bit older, and he was with another crew before they got together. He showed such great potential to be a captain that their Chief gave him his own crew.
I soak up all the stories. I love learning more about D’Var and his friends, about how their bond formed. They tell me a bit about their telepathy.
“When a crew forms, they are chosen by their captain," D’Var begins as O’Rec nods. “We think T’Rak choose us, because we were already starting to form a bond. O’Rec saved my skin many a time during trials.”
“And D”Var mine,” O’Rec interjects and they laugh.
“When a crew starts flying together, they get reconnaissance missions first to see if a bond will form. If a bond does not form within a year, Command will see if there is an opportunity to change the crew, if they wish so. Some crew fly together for years upon years without ever forming a bond.”
“Is it like a mating bond?” I ask, curious about it.
“In a way, yes," D’Var says. “A fully formed bond gives us a mental connection, where we can project our thoughts onto one another. It’s a great asset in battle, because we can communicate with each other without being noticed and without being in the immediate vicinity of each other. So, in that way it functions the same as a mating bond, though a mating bond goes even beyond a mere mental connection and gives the mate insight into the feelings of the other. It also comes into place differently than a mating bond.”
O’Rec snickers. “Yes, there is no claiming or seed involved.”
I snort and spit out the water I was drinking. O’Rec just grins at me, with D’Var laughing.
“Well, I am glad you kept that part especially for me then,” I joke at D’Var but my joke obviously makes D’Var think about claiming me and he gives me a longing look.
O’Rec smiles and stands up. “I guess this is my sign to leave. Thanks for the meal L’Ren.”
After O’Rec leaves, D’Var gives me a heated look and we quicky clean up. I feel great about dinner, it went really well. I did not make something inedible, and I learned so many new things about D’Var. I also feel really good about us kissing and him feeling me up. It left me wanting more. Something I never would have thought I would feel again.
I feel really comfortable with him now, I guess the mate bond helped a lot in getting over my fear for him. Our kisses got more natural, his first attempts were anything but stumbling, but still it was fun to teach him. My cheeks heaten when I think about those kisses and D’Var comes up behind me, putting his arms around me.
“What are you thinking about, my mate.” he asks.
“Kissing and touching,” I say hoarsely .
He spins me around and cups my cheek.
“I want you more than anything in the world L’Ren. Does this mean you are ready?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t know if I am ready for the entire claiming, but I definitely want your touches.”
I pause. “We can try and see where it leads?”
He nods gravely. “I will never do anything you do not want me to do, my mate.”
“Then what are you waiting for,” I say cheekily and wink at him.
He grins then lifts me in his arms, stalking towards our room. I hide my face in his chest, feeling embarrassed being caried off in front of O’Rec and T’Rak. but I feel giddy and D’Var’s desire is arousing.
He sets me down once we get to our room, he takes my head in both his hands and gives me the most tender kiss I have ever had.
“Want to join me in the shower?” he asks.
“That is an excellent idea,” I respond. “Can you give me a minute?” He nods and I walk towards the shower. When I am at the door, I look back at him over my shoulder. He is frozen in place, looking at me. I wink at him, before turning and taking off my shirt. I let it fall and enter the bathroom, hearing him groan.
I quickly do my business on the toilet, then start the shower. D’Var joins me after a minute, he stares at me, standing under the water.
“L’Ren,” he breathes, sounding gruff.
I smile at him, holding out my arms. He strides towards me, looking at me with awe in his eyes.
“You are so beautiful. I have never laid eyes on a more beautiful creature than you. I am so damn lucky the stars choose you for me.”
I smile as he tentatively puts his hands on my shoulders .
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes,” I smile. “That is what we are here for, aren’t we?”
He smirks. “I would hope so indeed.” And he pulls me towards him.
He kisses me and his hands roam my back, before caressing my butt. He moans as he grabs one of my but cheeks and pulls my body close to his. I feel his huge erection at my stomach, for a moment I panic, but then I feel his tail touching my inner thigh and I relax.
He breaks the kiss then turns me around. He undoes my braids and when he is done, he gently massages my scalp and cleans my hair. I moan, it feels amazing. When I lean back, I feel something else that feels amazing and I wiggly a little bit, making him moan as well.
“Do you like that, little one?” he whispers in my ear. “Do you like my hands on you, taking care of you?”
“Yes,” I says softly, and his hands continue roaming.
He put some more soap foam on his hands and gets to work cleaning my body. It all starts out fairly innocent with my arms, but as soon as he gets to my breasts all bets are off.
He squeezes my breasts, while his thumb flicks my nipple and it feels so good. I feel myself aching. I need him, I realize, I need… more.
“More, please, D’Var,” I beg of him.
He turns my head and kisses me, when he releases me his hand roams down, touching my folds and I begin to tremble. The more he is touching me, the more this need is building.
“What do you need, little one?” he asks me.
“More”, I say huskily.
He turns me around, dropping to his knees before me. I gasp and he looks at me.
“Can I touch you, my sweet Zarra?”
“Yes, D’Var, yes you can,” I whisper. I moan in pleasure as his hands come up my inner thigh and he caresses my folds .
“L’Ren,” he says hoarsely. “Your scent. You smell so good, so incredible.” He licks his lips, looking up at me.
“Can I taste you?” he asks and when I nod, he grabs my hips and pulls me towards his face.
I gasp as D’Var dives in, there is just no other way to describe what he is doing to me. He holds onto me tightly, with his hands on my hips and his mouth and tongue is all over my pussy. I almost cum on the spot. I have to hold on tight to his horns to keep my legs from going out. I moan and my body acts like it has a will of its own, twisting my pelvis so his tongue reaches my clit.
“What do we have here….” he murmurs against my pussy. He uses his thumbs to open my folds and reveal my clit.
“What is this shiny little nub, you have hidden here, my Zarra.” And he gives it a tentative lick.
“That's ... My… Clit,” I pant, feeling his grin against my flesh.
“Your clit? You call it? Such a tiny name, for something that seems to bring you so much pleasure…” He continues his exploration of it, grazing my clit with one of his sharp teeth.
“D’Var,” I cry out. “Please ...”
“What is it my mate, am I not caressing your clit in the right way?” He continues his torture, his licks becoming more determined now. I grit my teeth and answer him, panting.
“You know you are. Less… talking… more ...” And as I say the words, he gently sucks my clit into his mouth. I lose all coherent thoughts. I am so close to my orgasm, something I did not think I would ever be able to achieve again, but here it comes …
Then it’s there. Thundering over me like a freight train, it is the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I see stars, screaming out D’Vars name at least a couple of times. He keeps licking and sucking, while I hold onto his horns for dear life.
When I am nothing but a trembling mess, begging him to release me, he lets me go lifting me with him as he gets back up to his feet.
D’Var shuts off the water and carries me out of the shower. He wraps me into the enormous towel, handling me with the softest touch, while murmuring sweet words in my ear. I zone out not hearing everything he is saying, but I feel cherished … special, and his. His touches are tender, reverent, making sure I am dry and warm before he carries me to the bed and tucks me in. He slides into the sheets behind me, enveloping me in his warmth.
I sigh contently at the feeling of his big body around me, giving in to my exhaustion as I drift off into a deep, boneless sleep.