Chapter 6 Timber #2
"I don't under--" I stopped myself as I watched her grin with mischievousness. Was I just a dirty-minded slut, or was Delphey my new hero not only in plug followers, but schemes of a naughty variety? Did she like Kaustol? Or was she just a freak?
She pulled out her own vial from between her breasts.
"This is my blood. I asked the medic to make this for me.
He told me another technique to lure a mate is to pleasure myself before I attend the meet ups.
I'll smell like me, in abundance. It isn't for him, specifically, but I would be curious if he ignored all logic that I'm not compatible after he smells me. "
I stared at her with awe and admiration. "You are a fucking delightful aspiration."
She chuckled. "I don't have expectations, but I've seen your channel too, Timber. From one aspiration to another, I think it's about time that we plug what we want to instead of what we know pays the credits to keep us alive."
I nodded my understanding. "Will you keep streaming if you find a mate?"
She shook her head. "We do what we need to do, but it doesn't bring me joy like it does you. I can tell you truly enjoy it. It feels lonely and has for a long time. Now," she said reaching out for the vial, "Let's get this prank on the menu. There's no need to lie to anyone. They'll do it for me."
"How?" I knew she had influence, but enough to make everyone here in this pod and the next one after this sample alien musk?
She tapped on her plug and worked her magic. "Are you ready to shake up this mating game? I need everyone's help for twenty-four hours for this experiment. Can attraction really conquer all? This musk will repel the mate you're interested in, will they fight for you, or will they give up?"
That was her angle?
"Who's with me? If who you're interested in gives up, were they ever your mate?
You can watch and see what your mate's reaction will be to being challenged.
Don't have a mate prospect? This could lead you to compatible mate, or simply prove that if they still pursue you, it's for you and not because you smell prettily human. "
I think we just started a human revolution with the way everyone stepped forward and offered their wrist to Delphey as she dapped them, not once, but three times each. I watched as most of them yawned and made their way to their sleeping pods. I stared at my pod door, still closed.
Had Umal already come by and left? Was Remy already sleeping? When Delphey was done, I told her we should head to the next pod, and she agreed.
"How did it—" Axelun stopped when he saw Delphey.
"It's fine, she knows," I told him.
Axelun sniffed her. "You haven't used the musk on yourself."
"Well, I can't very well potentially fall asleep before helping distribute the musk, can I?" she dismissed. "You're live on plug stream, say, 'hi'."
"Uh, hi?" Axelun waved awkwardly.
"Will the owner of the musk get in trouble tomorrow for us using it like this?" Delphey asked. That would have been something to ask before we already dosed a full pod of humans.
"A bit late for that," I teased.
"I doubt it will be the kind of trouble most would think of. Politically with the Earth government, no. Even with the Galactic Council, no. Even with the commander of the ship, still no."
"Get to the point," I urged Axelun as we approached the next pod.
"He'll probably face a lot of challenges from the potential mates he's threatened with his interference.
It's likely he will be in quite a bit of duels tomorrow.
He may end up in the infirmary if he isn't careful.
If he's smart, he will stay out of sight when he evaluates the results of his musk experiment and then come out once it's faded and the threats have died down. "
"Tomorrow is going to fun," Delphey said with excitement and ran off to the pod without us.
"She either thinks Kaustol will be able to handle the fallout, or is excited by the prospect of him failing," Axelun mused.
He didn't know what I knew about Delphey, and I wasn't going to correct him.
I think how Kaustol handles this situation will prove to Delphey whether he can be trusted to be her mate.
Objectively, as an outsider looking in, it's easier to spot that she's already chosen him, just as I've already chosen Axelun. We just keep gravitating towards them.
"I think they're kind of perfect for each other," I gave him my own musing.
"How so?"
"Didn't you hear how he spoke about strange enjoyment of being disconnected from his hive? I think they are similar in some ways and can relate to being constantly connected and yet feeling alone and finally being given freedom to choose what they want to do for themselves."
"We'll see how it all plays out soon enough," he agreed. "While you were talking with the humans, I submitted my request to resign as an ambassador to Earth. Even if tomorrow doesn't go as planned for finding a mate for Remy, I'll find a way to get passage to Trillume."
"You'd give up everything you've known?" For me?
"It isn't giving up everything. It's gaining everything worth having. If I can earn half the affection you have for your friend, I would do more than give up a job."
He lifted his hand but forced himself to lower it back to his side with clenched fists. I reached out and grabbed his hand and he flinched back.
"You were perfectly fine touching me earlier," I snapped, hurt by his rejection after everything he just said.
"I want you to choose me, Timber. Choose me because of here," he said putting his hand over his stomach... his heart?
Before he could think twice about it, I grabbed the hand that pressed on his stomach and held it tightly. Warmth tingled up my fingers.
"What do you think I've been doing?"
"Umal?" He questioned. "He's a commissioner. You would want for nothing. Kaustol? He's a commander and you would be worshipped as well as safe."
"And you?" I pressed, not giving a shit about the other prospects.
"Am a soon to be unemployed outlaw if I take Remy from this ship without a mate bond."
"And the fact that you'll still do that even if I picked someone else if there was no other choice to save my friend, is why you're who I choose."
"I cannot give you an easy life..." he argued against himself.
"I didn't ask for one," I countered.
"I won't—"
I cut him off by grabbing his hair and tugging him down to my lips.
All he was doing was making me want him more.
Didn't he realize he was trying to look out for my best interests and was equally willing to go against his own best interests for me?
That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.
I didn't care what our future held as long as I knew that he was going to be right by my side fighting with me.
I'd never feel alone with a guy like him caring about me.
I pulled away from our kiss and stared at him. "Never stop thinking about me, and I'll never stop thinking about you. You and me, Axelun."
He cups my chin and his hair lifted from his face to stroke my neck.
His hair wasn't dreadlocks... they were like soft tentacles that sent shivers down my back.
The last time he was between my legs made a whole lot more sense now.
"Choosing an unGor is continuing to choose me not just this once, but many times until we are of one bond. "
I chuckled. Perhaps it wasn't the most appropriate time, but his concern was silly to me.
That was what it meant to bond with a human.
It wasn't an alien concept to continue to choose a mate, if anything all that did was make me more certain about him being my mate.
That it was a choice, and I would have the choice to continue to choose him, as he would continue to choose me.
"Then what is there to so concerned for?"
"Your body will crave me. I don't want you to choose me because of the addictive nature of my biology," he said with a seriousness as he nuzzled my nose with his. "Bonding with me will not be the same as a human mate."
"Okay," I accepted his conditions. "I'll choose you without bonding. We can bond anytime, right? No need to rush, but I want a promise from you."
"Anything."
"Don't become an outlaw for me."
"But—"
I worked my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. As our tongues played for who desired whom more, I slipped my hand down the front of his pants. He stopped me at the waist band.
He pulled back with ragged breath. "When you go into mating heat, I want it to be when I can have you all to myself until our bond is unbreakable."
"You're no fun," I teased, but all he was doing was making me want him more. I grabbed his hand instead. "If you won't let me touch you, then you will do it for me."
He grinned and sought between my legs before I stopped his hand. He lifted a brow in confusion when I guided his hand to his own waistband.
"If you think I'm choosing you simply because being around you drives my body crazy, then I must teach you a lesson. We won't touch each other, only ourselves, and you'll see that I will still choose you. Now, cum for me, mate," I demanded.
"You are fucking beautiful," he groaned out as his hand slipped between his legs.
Two tentacles wrapped around his wrist and up his forearm, making me catch my breath.
His other hand took me about my waist, and I giggled as we moved for his large body to cover mine from view of any passing crew.
Most people were asleep because of the musk, and those who weren't affected wanted to sleep at this time anyways.
I licked my lips and put my hand beneath my pant's waistband and between my legs. Our foreheads met as our breathing increased with each passing stroke of our fingers.
I panted. "I need a better angle," I said with a moan as my fingers slid in an out of my pussy.
His hand propped under my ass like a seat and he squatted with his knees against the wall.
My leg lifted over his thigh as I rocked my clit against my hand.
"Almost," I whined lustfully watching the way his own hand stroked his own alien cock that I still haven't fully seen as it hid with a large bulge beneath stretchy fabric.
"That's it, my needy mate. Another finger. Deeper for me. I want to see how you scream for me."
"Fuck," I gritted out as I bit my lip. Faster, I worked my fingers in and out as my hips rocked to rub my clit. "So good." I moaned.
It was like my whole body heated in response to him, and I wanted more, but I was also stubborn enough to prove to him that I may have wanted him physically, but I needed more from him than his body.
"So hard," he said with a grunt. "Come back to me, mate."
I squeezed around my fingers and pressed my forehead against his, as I clung to his neck with my other hand.
All of my muscles seized up as gushed down my legs with release.
I blushed with shame. It wasn't pee, but it might as well have been for the liquid dripping down my leg.
Luckily the pants were space issued, and kept my fluids trapped, and didn't even darken in color to betray anything to an onlooker during my walk of shame.
"Let me taste you," he begged as his wrist quickened in his pants.
I slowly pulled my fingers from my pussy and put them in his mouth.
He moaned as his tongue lapped up my cum.
He grunted as his back muscles tensed up, and I smiled as pressed my pussy against his cock through his pants.
I felt jolts of jetted liquid pulse against my sensitive flesh.
Fuck, I thought, how much did an unGor cum?
And I thought I had a problem with my aftercare mess.
It made me smile with pride and my insecurities faded away.
He was mine, and one day soon I was going to ride that alien cock.
He kissed my fingers and grinned at me in a feral way that made me squirm delightfully.
"You're mine, little mate."
"I was thinking the same thing," I admitted.
"Soon," he promised and I was excited for what the future held for the both of us.
Happy Ever After For Now...