Page 55 of Taken to Voraxia
Miari turns to me with her eyes rounded. She nods and bites her bottom lip and I can feel her body heat beneath her flawless berry-colored skin.
“Oh…yes. Alright.” She extends her hand and I feel her start beside me as Reoran rolls forward then extends, elongating from a blob that is only roughly hip-height to a height that nearly rivals Miari’s.
Reoran’s body folds over and around Miari’s hand, sucking her into the amorphous blue, trilling all the while. Patches of color flare in her skin and I try to ignore the sharp tang of jealousy that leaves a grainy residue on my tongue and a dark sensation in my mouth.
The Oosa are honorable beings, I know this, yet as Reoran pulls Miari into her own gelatinous blue up to the elbow and explodes in a light burst of color, I have to put this to a stop.
I can feel my Rakukanna’s surprise when her grip tightens around my hand, and gently reel her back into my body. I love the pressure of her round bottom against my xora, even though the xerbu.
Xok me… This is only the first of eight delegations we will receive…How will I suffer so long without having her?How will I watch others receive pleasure from her touch as Reoran has? It incenses me that another touches her. I want her all to myself.
I bid Reoran another thanks, and watch the contingent from Quadrant Eight as they roll into the density of the crowd and immediately come together, blue flesh rendering distinct bodies indistinct one from the other. Bright light flares over seamless skin as the Oosa, in plain view, mate with one another.
“Stars be…are they…is that…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, but stares after them slack-jawed.
“Hexa. The Oosa are very generous with one another. They mate when they greet one another, they mate when they depart, they mate in celebration, in joy, in sadness, in anger.”
“So she…wanted to mate with me?”
“Hexa.” I brush her hair back from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear in a way that makes my pulse quicken. “Who would not? Only the sightless cannot see how beautiful you are.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks away, then hazards a glance back up at the Oosa. “How…I don’t get it. How would they have mated with me?”
My xora bucks, both furious and fascinated at the thought of picturing her red flesh in the pile of Oosa as they worshipped her form, hers the only defined body among them. I clear my throat.
“They are more liquid than solid mass, and can redefine their forms to fit almost any container. It is one of the reasons that they fare so well in battle. They are almost impossible to capture and contain, and are surprisingly hard to kill though it would not look like it. Their skin regenerates, they can be stabbed many, many times without faltering. They cannot be crushed or hit. You have to carve them up and burn the pieces to truly know that you have killed one of them.”
“So are you saying that they’d…makea dick enter me?”
“A dick? You mean a xora?”
She nods.
I return the gesture. “Hexa. Their skin would enter you as much as could fit in as many holes as they could fit them. Your tight rear hole,” I whisper and I drop my hand to the smooth curve of her bottom.
It is covered in a thin, woven fabric the color and texture of cream. I can nearly see the darkened shadow of her sex through the fabric. I want to touch it. Cannot believe that in a matter of moments, I will once again reenter her tight heat.
She swallows and her lips part. I lean down closer to her, wishing to taste her mouth and trade the kiss with her. “They would enter your mouth.” I brush my fingers, all six of them, over her plump lower lip. She licks it and her tongue flicks against my claws. I shudder.
“Your breeding mound, most of all.” I cup her core through the thin shift and she gasps.
“The Oosa trade in sex across galaxies. Pleasure males and females are revered in their constellations and are sought after across as many Quadrants as the Oosa are able to strike trades with.
“Their planets are well endowed with mineral resources, and they pay exceptional prices for what they consider exotic. Judging by Reoran’s reaction towards you, I don’t doubt that she would give up half her riches just to lay with you once.”
Miari’s hands reach out and grab my arms above the elbow. Her head falls back on her neck and I continue to massage her core through her skirt. Against my palm, the skirt dampens, and then becomes fully wet. My Xanaxana purrs loudly.
Miari drops her forehead to my chest. “Good thing I lay only with you.”
I snarl and grab her by the back of the neck. With one hand controlling her upper body and the other hand controlling her below the waist, I feel powerful in ways that I never felt as commander of this quadrant of the cosmos.
I lean down to give her this kiss, but before I can, a voice slices between us, severing the intimacy we share. My ridges flash red, irritated, but when I turn to see who has interrupted us, the color darkens.
The male before me glances to my ridges and his mouth turns ups through there is no pleasure in it. “I do not mean to interrupt. I have come to present myself to the Raku of Voraxia, and to his Rakukanna.”
He bows his head and I do not like the way that his gaze slides to Miari and pierces her like the slim, sharp spikes that line the backs of his four arms.
I edge my body instinctively in front of Miari’s. I do not care that it is an insult. I will not have her near the most dangerous male in the eight quadrants without anything less than my body as the shield between his and hers.
