Fated Consort, page 6
“Hm. That was a tension shift.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “What happened there?”
She started shaking and wanted to rub against him, but she just lay panting, slumped, and boneless. He continued to rinse her with the warm water, and then, he whispered, “Hold your breath.”
He leaned forward and carried her into the bathing pool, taking her under the water to the bottom. The heat closed around her, and she could see his wings stretch out as he took her to the tile, held her there for a moment, and lifted them both out of the water with a huge flap of his wings. They lifted out of the bathing pool and landed next to it.
He held her against him, and his wings moved in strong, controlled flaps. Air moved around the bathing chamber, and her skin went from soaked to dried in a minute.
Usatho smiled. “Now, we relax and discuss what needs to be done.”
“Done?”
“Yes. There are certain conditions that need to be met. I need you to surrender, but if you are not comfortable with that, we will have to find another way.”
She looked at his features and his serious expression. “Yes, my lord.”
He quirked a smile at her. “Is the formality a surrender?”
He walked out of the bathing chamber and into the main living area. He carried her to the bed and settled her before fiddling with something at the end of the bed and bringing straps and cuffs up to attach to her ankles.
“What’s going on?”
“I am arranging you so that I can explain what is needed. If you can surrender while bound, it will be an excellent first step.”
“Why is it needed?” She bit her lip.
He cocked his head. “Because I think the sight of you bound and waiting will be one that will burn itself into my memories to be treasured for centuries.”
She shivered at the heat in his tone and swallowed as his anticipation dripped from his lips. Her body responded with a small surge of moisture, and he smiled before kissing her softly. When he raised his head, her arms were above her and crossed at the wrist, tied to the headboard. Usatho caressed her belly lightly. “There, now I can begin.”
Mercy tugged at her restraints, and all that happened was she arched up into his grip. Uh oh.
Chapter Eight
Usatho moved over her and brought his body in full contact with hers. He covered her completely and slowly brought his weight down. Mercy watched him watching her, and she panted as his body pressed hers into the thick pad underneath her.
She stared up at him, and he smiled and flexed his wings to cover them. She was plunged into darkness, and the scent of him surrounded her. She breathed him in and twisted her wrists in their confinement.
“Why the restraints?”
He slowly started to rock against her, his body dragging against her skin. “They help me predict where you are going to be so that I don’t lose control.”
“What are you doing now?”
Usatho chuckled. “Gaining familiarity when the softness of your skin, the parts that tense and peak. The scents that come from you when you get hot, and the soft sounds that your body makes when it prepares a welcome for me.”
As he said that, she felt another surge in her channel.
He chuckled. “Like that?”
“You can hear that?”
“Oh, yes. More than hear it, smell it and feel it. It was the first thing that tuned to you. I know what you like to watch but don’t know what you like to feel, so that is what the restraints are for.”
She stared into his eyes, and he moved against her in a slow rocking motion. Fire bloomed on her skin where his body touched hers, and she pulled at her cuffs, wanting to wrap herself around him. She kicked and jerked as he moved on her, and his cock grazed her inner thigh. Her folds were slick, and she heard herself as she shifted. She froze.
He chuckled. “Just a little contact, and you are already slick. It’s delightful.”
She blushed, but his glowing eyes were the only thing she could make out. She stared into his eyes and watched the stars slowly move in his eyes. “Where did those stars come from?”
“From you. These are all the stars we can see in our future.” He continued moving on her, and she started arching up against him. Her legs flexed, and she tried to wrap around him.
“Ah, ah. No rushing. Now, I am going to taste you. Don’t worry. It shouldn’t hurt.”
She braced for a bite, but instead, the brush of lips followed by the flick of his tongue caressed her temple and moved across her forehead until he had covered her cheeks and finally her lips.
When his tongue slid between her lips, she breathed in deeply through her nose. He took up all the space in her mouth. “Now, we can begin.”
“Begin what?” she whispered as he slowly trailed his fingers over her skin.
He smiled. “Begin training your body to call to mine. It will make our time together easier if you call to me when you have a need. I will answer it, and we will both benefit.”
She thought about fighting her responses. Thought about it. His steely glare made her think twice about it. He stroked his fingers down her inner thigh, and her leg jerked until the restraint stopped it. He chuckled and trailed his fingers back up again, then down the inner thigh of the other leg.
“Your need rises so quickly.” His gaze met hers after noting that what she could feel was a surge of wet heat. His fingers stroked and slid against her.
She looked away. “Yeah, it does.”
He paused and touched her cheek. “It upsets you.”
“On my world... it was problematic. You are only supposed to feel arousal when someone else is with you, and even then, it is supposed to be your partner that sets you off after a suitable time of courtship.” She struggled to find the words that matched what the Usathi considered acceptable. “My responses have been an issue since I began to develop.”
Usatho slid two fingers into her, and he asked, “An issue?”
“Societal rules did not have much place for people like me.” She rocked her hips against his hand. “And then the world ended, and there was no time to feel, only survive. That led me here, and here, there was no place for the needs and wants that I have.”
He let out a low hum and pressed his lips to her neck. “There is a place, and that place is with me. I want your lust, and I want your heat, and I want the energy you release when you reach your peak, the sounds as you go wild.”
As he spoke, he worked his way down her body. She started to twist under him when he scraped his teeth over her nipples and waited until there was a responding invitation inside her. He murmured, “Teasing you here causes you to soften and open. You are a puzzle box.”
She gasped when he licked his way down her belly, squeaked when he licked her navel to see what it did, and froze when he settled between her spread thighs and started to taste her. This wasn’t licking. He was definitely tasting. He paused, cocked his head to analyze, and went back in again. His tongue teased her opening, lapped up the fluid she was leaking, and then he slid his tongue all the way in.
“Sonofabitch!” She held the restraints in her fists, and her back arched violently. His nose pressed her clit, and when he chuckled, she thrashed.
He pulled back, and she whined as she panted, and the feeling of his tongue widening enormously and lashing around inside her slowly faded.
He grinned and moved up her body, pressing his cock into her and surging his hips until her body resisted. “Very nice, Mercy. You were very surprised just then.”
She gasped and held very still. She panted shallowly as she tried to keep her body from touching his except where he was impaling her.
“You are very deliberately not looking at me.”
Mercy nodded.
He trailed a wet finger down her neck. “Use your words. I know you can speak Hmrain.”
She shivered. “What do you want me to say?”
“Why were you so surprised when I put my mouth on you? Do your people not do that?” As he spoke in the liquid language, he eased into her a few more inches.
“Um, we do, but my tongue can’t do what yours did.”
He chuckled. “My wings are not the only part of me that I control.”
He withdrew slightly, and she exhaled in relief, only to yelp as he slid in, and her body was nearly doing the splits to accommodate him. She was stretched to the end of her tethers. She was panting rapidly and staring up at him while his cock started to move and twist without his hips moving.
She gritted her teeth and hissed. “Now you are just showing off.”
He held onto her hip with one hand and braced with his wings and free hand under her left arm. He leaned back and slid in, and she shuddered.
“Do you find this enjoyable?”
She met his gaze and nodded.
“No pain, no tension, no discomfort?”
His cock stroked over her g-spot with steady repetition.
She stuttered as she said, “N-n-no.”
The smile on his face was savage. “Good.” He touched her hands and wrapped them around the restraints, and when she was set, he drove into her with steady purpose. He somehow bent and kissed her, and she sighed against his mouth and then sobbed when the first orgasm flicked through her. He pulled his mouth away and smiled. “Let’s see if we can’t do better.”
She blinked. “You want me empty.”
He chuckled. “I want you satisfied. I think I know how to do it.”
His hips rolled against hers, and then, she felt something that hadn’t been there before.
“What’s that?”
“That? Oh, just another adaptation. You can examine it later.” He continued to move and groaned as he drove into her.
Something took her clitoris in a firm grip and pulsed around it. It was tugged and stroked and squeezed in rhythm to his thrusts into her. She felt the hot tension building in her body once again, and he nipped her neck, and she screamed and pulled on the restraints.
He roared and drove into her, pressing her to his sleep platform, and she felt a hot throbbing inside her. He shuddered over and over, and her body kept slowly clasping and fluttering around him.
Mercy felt a weird fullness that wasn’t right, and it kept building. He continued shivering into her, and the trickle escaping her had little to do with her and everything to do with his contribution to the event.
She started whining and trying to get comfortable as he filled a very limited space that already had him occupying it.
After long minutes of him trying to burrow through her body, he finally lifted his head and kissed her slowly, softly, soothing her as if he knew how tense things were. He lifted his head. “Now, let your body take it in.”
She looked at him in shock. “How am I supposed to do that? I don’t control any part of me.”
He laughed, and the grip on her clit started to pulse softly. She gasped as her body started to flutter around him with increasing tension until she arched against him and moaned.
“So, it seems I can control part of you.” Usatho kissed her again.
As her body continued the soft convulsions and fluttering, she felt less full. The near-pain of it was receding.
“What’s happening now?”
“You are absorbing what you can, and the nanites that I gave you earlier are using that material to adapt you to the environment. After a few couplings of this nature, you will be the physical best you can be, and then, we can go travelling to visit your brother and his breeding partner.”
Mercy gripped her restraints and felt her shoulders burning. “Oh, goody. I do not enjoy being tied. Everything is going to hurt tomorrow. Possibly today.”
He blinked and released the straps on her wrists, then reached back and got the ones on her ankles. “They were really for me. The way you move on me is hypnotic, so I didn’t want you to distract me from my purpose by setting me off too soon.”
Her hips ached as she flexed her legs. She brought her arms down, wincing, and wrapped them around his shoulders as she scratched him lightly.
She lifted her hips and rolled against him, causing him to jerk forward and grunt as more heat spilled into her.
He muttered, “That is what I was referring to.”
She chuckled. “Sorry. Just trying to work the ki—the aches and pains out.”
He sighed. “And now we need to be here longer.”
“It can just run out.”
“And waste precious Hmrain DNA? Sacrilege. Literally. On some worlds, Hmrain have set themselves up as gods.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have a swelled head like that.”
He laughed. “One is very swollen right now.”
She closed her eyes. “I know. I can feel it.”
Usatho stroked her cheek. “Now stop squirming and wait.”
Mercy sighed and asked, “What do you like to eat? Your favourite things?”
“It varies, but right now, it is you.” His husky voice was a threat and a promise, and Mercy just had to wait and see which one she wanted it to be.
Chapter Nine
He carried her back to the tub to help relax her tense muscles. “You did very well, Mercy.”
He rubbed her shoulders, elbows, and wrists.
She was sitting on him with his chest at her back. Both of his hands moved over her with care and precision. He took care of his toys. He massaged her hips, and he tutted. “So tense, Mercy.”
“It was not my favourite thing. To be tied up.” She grunted softly. “It hurts the rest of me.”
He made a commiserating sound. “Well, now you know that my being inside you fully will not cause an injury, so it should not be necessary again.”
“I thought it was so that I wouldn’t distract you from your mission.” She grunted again as he massaged her thighs.
“Ah, right. Now, I cannot think of a better thing than having your arms around me, your blunt little claws scrambling for purchase.”
She looked at her nails and grimaced. “Tame kitten in a wild world.”
“You are far from tame, Mercy.”
“I feel tamed.”
“Ah, but are you satisfied?”
“I feel tired.”
He laughed. “Then, let me lead you to satisfaction, and then you can rest.”
He finished massaging her thighs and worked his hands up her body. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples, and she put her hands on his and just enjoyed it. It was possibly the first time in her life that she just let herself feel good.
She moaned and shivered. Tovisk came in with another meal, and he paused as she reached behind her to hold Usatho’s neck. As his hands brought her to a bright climax, she thrashed as her legs kicked, and he held her with an arm around her breasts, and his mouth gently bit the marks.
He kept her flailing until she sobbed, and then, he brought her carefully down until she was slumped back against him. “That was impressive, Mercy.”
She mumbled something that even she didn’t understand, and she breathed quickly until she finally calmed and started to sink under the water.
Usatho lifted her and dried her off before taking her back to the platform that Tovisk had refreshed. He set her on the covered pad and curled up next to her, pulling a light sheet over them both.
“Hmrain, don’t sleep.”
He chuckled. “We do. We just don’t need much. Curling up with you to increase your ease with my body is an excellent use of my time.”
She curled against his chest, and he stretched a wing out, lifting her and easing the wing under her.
“There. Make yourself comfortable and get some rest. No one will disturb you.”
She cuddled up to him, draped a leg over one of his thighs, and rested her head on his chest. The last thing she heard before she nodded off was, “Your hair does look lovely across me.”
She snorted and let her aches, twinges, and warm satisfaction take her away. She really was quite tired.
Two days later, Mercy looked longingly at the com unit. “Master Usatho, I know you said we had to be here a week, but do you think that I have achieved the goal you have set for me?”
He flexed inside her and chuckled. “You want to call your sibling.”
“More than anything.”
“A moment ago, you were clawing at the bed and whispering my name.”
She twisted to look at him. “And I meant every second of it, but after three days, I recovered quickly, and I want to talk to him. I miss him.”
He sighed and kissed her. “Fine, but you will only be able to wear a sheet, and I will be in the room with you.”
She grinned and kissed him back with a lot of enthusiasm. Her heart was beating faster, and joy was spilling through her thoughts.
He laughed. “Not until you have finished taking me all in. I am your primary concern now. How do you feel?”
She rolled her hips. “Full, still probably twenty minutes away from where you would like me to be.”
He let her face forward. “Then, where should your focus be?”
She clenched around him, and he sighed.
“That was it. Again.”
The next twenty minutes were spent with her clenching and then coming around him when he brought his fingers into play, and when he withdrew, she had taken all of him, and his nanites were getting fed the genetics they responded to. It was the companion protocol.
She sat up carefully, and Usatho lifted her up, wrapped the sheet around her breasts and the rest of her, and sat down with her in his lap in front of the com.
He reached out and opened the unit with an access code and palm scan. He typed in the call ident for Kedantic’s keep, and they waited. The com officer looked at her and said, “Mercy!” and then looked at the male with his arms around her. “Master Usatho! What... how can I direct your contact?”
