Page 29 of Indentured Companion
“Come closer lass.” Olphan calls out, and he’s grinning, amused by how she nearly cursed. He has all four hands on his desk and leaning forward with anticipation.
“Okay. But for the record?” She has a finger raised as she marches over to stand beside me. “I’m Merchant caste, so don’t expect Gentry caste level suave.”
“Good. You’ll say what you mean, then?” Phoram sniggers and looks Valerie up and down. I resist the urge to do anything defensive like growl at him or pull her onto my lap to make my ownership clear.
“I always do.” She shrugged and eyes up the screens curiously. “I can’t believe I’m looking at the Theskian Council.” She cheekily grins at me, and I start to lose myself in her eyes. “Are you going to be much longer? Not to rush you, but we have plans?” Her long hair slips over her shoulder as she leans over to brace a hand on the arm of my chair.
“Oh, have I lost track of time?” I fluster and reach for a button on my desk that displays the time. “Oh dear, you’re quite right.”
“Oh, is itdinnertime?” Getrata speaks up with a disgusting smirk on his left face, and a scowl on the right one.
“Not that it’s any of yourbusiness, but I have a dress fitting for a fancy party we’ve been invited too, and we have an appointment to make.” Valerie shot back at the Prelka before I could even blink. I tensed, worried that perhaps trying to capitalise on the positive view towards Indentured Servants by bringing Valerie over my have backfired. She is fiery, my Valerie. “We need to leave in 20 minutes.” She blanks the Councillors and leans in to kiss me through my veil. It was quick, and felt natural for her. My eyes widen and I am flustered by the intimate gesture. “I’ll go and change, since I doubt they will let me in wearing my comfy lounge wear.” She chuckles and tugs at her wolly jumper. “Don’t be late.” She winks at me, then turns to wave at the screens. “Nice to kind of meet you. Later.” She doesn’t wait for their reply and walks out as if she hadn’t just met the Theskian Councillors. I forget myself for a moment, and cup my cheeks with both hands through my veil. I’ve come over bashful at the kiss, and the sound of someone clearing their throat gets my attention. I brush my hands down my robe and chuckle awkwardly at that intimate moment having such an audience.
“Yes, Miss Stone is very forward spoken. I like that about her.”
“I think you like more than how forwardspokenshe is?” Olphan chuckles suggestively.
“And it seems to be mutual.” Justina cooed. “My husband sometimes comes into my office to remind me of other engagements too. Just like that.”
“Stars wept.” Getrata rolled all his eyes and appeared to want to gag to one side.
“When you say you care a great deal about your feeding partner, you mean…in the traditional sense, don’t you?” Ninthor had a knowing look on his face, even with his sunglasses hiding his eyes.
“Yes, and it’s all legally registered.” I answer him, as his species was once the regular feeding companion of choice for the Korvis. Our planets were the closest together, after all. The others may not know about Bonding Succour and the mating aspect of Korvian relationships with their feeding partners, but the Qeknians did. As well as being abused by the rogue tribe, heshouldrecall the many meaningful bonded pairs between our people throughout time. I hope the last century has not erased that from their historical records. “We are very happy.”
“So it would seem.” Ninthor’s antennae tips rub together behind his head and he holds me on the edge for a while, before huffing with a nod. “I look forward to meeting Miss Stone in person.” I smile behind my veil and it reaches my lilac eyes. That has to be a good sign? “You may need to teach her ‘Gentry level manners’, however, as she can’t snap at Councillors as she just did.”
“Agreed.” Getrata sneered from both mouths in unison.
“Oh I don’t know?” Olphan sniggered and rubs his chin with one of his hands. “It will be nice to have another person in the room who get’s straight to the point without mincing.”
“I also have no interest in changing a single thing about Miss Stone. I think she is wonderful exactly the way she is.”
“Awwww.” Justina pressed her hands to her chest. I have her number. She’s a romantic, and a strong yes vote. “Let’s get our PA’s to agree on a date for the bill discussion, and make it sooner rather than later.” Everyone agrees eagerly, aside from Getrata who grunts with agreement after everyone else. He is also the first to log off. I bow to them all in turn, and once I am alone in the office, I take a moment to bask in my success. That went better than I could have hoped. Soon I will stand with the Theskian Councillors and make my case for admission. Once I’m a Councillor, I can petition for visas to be made accessible to more Korvis. Yes, they will need to have feeding companions before they can enter Theskian territories, but that’s just the first step.
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My eyes land on the door to my office, and I scramble out from behind my desk. I march at pace towards her bedroom, my green chiffon robe billowing behind me, and I knock eagerly on her door. None of my success, or happiness, would have been possible without her.
“Valerie?” I cup my hands together and wait for her to open the door. When she does, she seems at ease, until she realises I’m purring at her and leaning into her personal space.
“Erm, so, did you have a good meeting?”
“Oh my, yes.” I lift and remove my crown to place on a side table. “Valerie?”
“Yes.” She answers my question, hearing it in my hungry tone and seeing it in my predatory gait. She chews her bottom lip and reads my mood perfectly. She kicks off her slippers and socks, as I unfasten the side of my veil. Once my headdress is removed, she whips her jumper over her head and tousles her long brown hair. I tug at the fastenings of my robe so it slides like silk over my shoulders to pool around my feet. She unfastens the back of her bra and throws it to the ground. “I wondered how long you would make me wait.” She breathlessly moaned and took hold of my boxers at my hips. “We were due to feed an hour ago.” She tugs my boxers down my long white legs and lowers to one knee.
“The meeting went on longer than pla-” The moment my cock is free, she licks at my black fleshy mandibles. They unspiral and capture the tip of her tongue. I brace my hands on either side of the doorway and watch her greedily. She strokes my cock with both hands to stimulate the sensitive flesh beneath, and the black ridges on top. Her tongue teases at the inner tendrils, and pleasure sparks up from the intimate caress. Her lips seal around my mandibles, and she moans as she kisses my cock. I arch my head and growl up at the ceiling. She could bring me to sweet completion just like this, but I want far more. I need it. My fangs start to bead with venom, and my hunger grows. “I need you.” I reach down and card my fingers through her hair to gently coax her to look up at me. “Give me your neck.” She teases me by sliding her tongue free slowly. “Valerie.” I whimper with need, and lift her by her biceps to bring her back up to her feet.
“Woah!” She laughs with a smile once she’s balanced on her feet. “I forget you’re super strong.” Her arms wrap around my waist, and I nestle my cock between her thighs. I almost get my mandibles to work her slick labia apart to delve inside her, but she backs up and stops me. I grin, my Bonding Succour coating my black lips, as I watch her jump playfully onto the bed. She lands on her back, bends her knees, and parts them with a smirk to offer herself to me. “Come and get me, Vrajan.” I snarl with need and pounce on her. She laughs, bouncing on the bed again from the impact.
“I already have you, Valerie.” I cradle the back of her head and tip her to the right to offer the left side of her neck to my fangs. “You aremine.”I growl, bare my fangs, and bite her. She cries out and embraces me with her whole body. Her hands grip my shoulders to anchor herself, and her legs cage themselves around my waist.
“Fuck me.” Valerie begs, and I will not deny her. Her blood is nirvana on my tongue, and I pump her full of my venom. My Bonding Succour floods her senses, and mine, and our bodies become consumed with the need to bond. To mate. To chase after each other’s pleasure. My cock mandibles tease apart her labia, and this time she can’t escape me. I slide my ridged length inside her tight wet heat, and buck my hips to thrust all the way in. She claws at my back and moans, and I feel it in my mouth as I drink from her. I drag my tongue over her throat, working her blood quickly into my mouth, as my venom is already starting to heal her. I remove my fangs from her neck, and lave the bite mark to sample every last drop of her rich taste. Now I’m no longer fang deep inside her, the real mating can begin. She knows it too, as I feel her brace herself for it. Her pupils are as dilated as mine, when I begin the frenzy. Like wild beasts in heat, I ram her with my cock. I kiss her and worship her, moaning as we rut together wantonly. “Oh fuck! Those ridges! Mother fucker.” I smirk into the kiss, knowing she’s talking about the segmented ridges on my cock. I’m bombarding her g-spot with pleasure with each thrust, and she’s stretched wonderfully around my girth.
We fit perfectly together. As companions who enjoy each other’s company. As partners working towards the freedom of the Korvis. As passionate lovers. All of it. I adore this woman, and I can’t even fathom a day in my life without Valerie in it. I am addicted to her no nonsense personality, her loyalty, her quick wit, and her beauty. These last three months have been a dream, and I never want it to end. When I kiss her, feed from her, make love to her, and tell her she is mine? I mean it.
Contract be damned. In 9 months time when it ends, I will not let her walk out of my life. I will not be without Valerie. “Ooooooh Vrajan!” She shudders with pleasure in my arms and all around my cock. I lick at her lips and look right into her eyes, pumping my cock deep inside her with each thrust, and pour my feelings through my lilac eyes.
