Roark’s response was to push the medical probe inside me, slowly, one huge inch at a time. It was a little bigger than my B-O-B back home, but so good. I closed my eyes and moaned when the probe bottomed out inside me, the odd attachment on the top of the thing hovered over my clit.
“Does that feel all right, Natalie?”
I wasn’t sure if he was serious, medically speaking, or talking dirty, so I told him the truth. This was the strangest medical device ever, but I wasn’t complaining. If this were what going to the doctor was like on Earth, more people would go. “Yes.”
He chuckled as an odd whirring sensation started inside my body. He lowered his head to my nipple again, his hand still on my thigh like liquid heat pouring through me. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do, what to think.
My mate. Roark was my mate. Perfect for me. Apparently, my body knew it.
From inside my pussy, the odd probe heated, the warmth spread like tingles through my entire abdomen, and even to the inside of my ass. I was suddenly burning up, so hot I needed to move. I needed his mouth on my clit, or his hand, or his cock stroking me off. I needed.
“Holy shit, Roark!” My back arched as a strong pulse went through my body from my pussy to my clit. It was like lightning, from the inside.
“What the hell is this thing?” I gasped.
“Come for me, mate. Give me everything. I want to watch you lose control.”
“Oh!” I twisted my hips from side to side until Roark’s heavy hand landed on my mound, not to stroke my clit, but to hold me down. I whimpered, desperate for something more.
The probe thing beeped and my gaze flew to Roark’s. His eyes were dark with anticipation as the whirring inside me grew stronger. Another pulse zapped my clit, more intense this time, but when I bucked up off the table, Roark’s strong hand held me trapped in place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. I couldn’t escape his strength, his gaze, or the searing pleasure making me lose control of my own body from the inside.
Another beep, faster and higher than the last and I gasped as a strong electrical surge pulsed through the walls of my pussy to my ass. The walls of my core pulsed and clenched down on the thing, which seemed to make it pulse stronger. The wave of sensation continued, as if traveling along my nerve endings like cars on a highway, directly to my clit.
Pulse after pulse rocked me. With Roark looming over me, with no control, I shattered into a million pieces with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
My body shivered uncontrollably as Roark bent over, covering my face with gentle kisses. Somehow, I’d pleased him, and that knowledge made me feel oddly happy.
Ten minutes on an alien planet and I’d lost my mind. Lost control of my body, my orgasms. Or, perhaps, ten minutes with my new mate. I closed my eyes and allowed him to comfort me as the strange device in my pussy quieted until I could feel nothing but a small, almost imperceptible hum.
“You are so beautiful when you come.” Roark whispered the words against my lips, but I was not ready to kiss him. Not yet. Not lying here like a freakish sexual science experiment. He nudged at my lips with his own, but I turned my head slightly so his kiss landed on the corner of my mouth, not the center. While it had been the hottest thing I’d ever done, it was still with a device, not Roark.
He kissed me anyway and gently removed the device from my body, looked down at it. “The readings say that you are fertile for breeding and that you will be receptive to my seed.”
Receptive? If that was what it would always be like, or better since I’d get Roark’s cock instead of a medical device, then I’d definitely be receptive.
“What now?” I stared at the side of the strange wall as I tried to catch my breath. We were in some kind of tent. Odd that I hadn’t noticed it before now. The scent of almonds, or almond oil filled the air, and it was warm. Not uncomfortably so, but a far cry from Boston in January.
“Now, mate, I will take you to our private retreat where I will fuck your sweet pussy until you scream my name, until there is no doubt in your heart or mind exactly whom you belong to.”
Chapter Five
Roark
Outpost Two was created at first because of the oasis, t
ravelers using it as a destination for its beauty in the middle of the barren desert. Also for its lifesaving properties of water and shade from the two suns and endless desert. That the outpost grew in place around it was to my advantage that Natalie had transported here, for the oasis was the perfect place to take her to be alone. My tent, while private, had the same thin walls as all the others and no sounds could be muffled. Natalie had screamed when she came all over the probe and I knew everyone could hear. That couldn’t be helped since the medical testing had to be done. It was the only time I would allow others to hear her pleasure.
I had discovered, since her arrival, a darkly possessive streak that I’d never before wrestled to control. I wanted all of her, her secrets, her body, her pleasure, to be mine and mine alone.
The others at the outpost would believe the doctor had completed the testing, and once completed, that Natalie’s uninhibited scream so soon after was from my claiming, her first hard fucking. The sounds of her pleasure would satisfy anyone who doubted our match. None would dare argue that I’d not completed the protocols or requirements for claiming a new mate. Even my parents would not dare protest.
I wanted to claim my mate in secret. I didn’t want the entire outpost listening, nor my mother, father, or any number of ambassadors or tribal leaders watching. No one would see her beautiful body, her pink pussy, her flushed skin when I made her come all over my cock. This would be special. I wanted her cries of pleasure when she came by my cock or my fingers or mouth just for me. Always just for me.
While I’d led Natalie across the outpost with guards following, they remained outside the oasis, maintaining our safety and their distance. I was thankful my parents had left me alone with her, returning to Xalia as I instructed. But I knew that upon our arrival in the city, they would wish to meet her, teach her everything it meant to be a councilor’s mate. Before then, I wanted to learn the real Natalie, the one without any knowledge of Trion, no artifice, no guile. Just her.
“What is this place?” Natalie asked, looking all around, wide eyed, as I held her hand and led her down a narrow path.
I tried to see the thick foliage as she did. Lush leaves surrounded us in a splash of color, deep reds, purples and brown of the native plants hung overhead in a giant canopy that blocked the intense rays of Trion’s twin suns. There was a deep pool of water in the center that fed all the growth and it was actually humid, a rarity on Trion. Beneath our feet, sand was replaced by dark brown moss and loam, rich and moist. Sounds of moving water and animals were almost noisy after only the blowing wind through the tents.