Page 30 of Indentured Companion
I love you Valerie. We were made for one another, and I will make you see that before the end of your contract.
“Val.” I whimper, so close to cuming, I can feel my egg sack bulging at the base of my cock. We writhe together, and every inch of ecstasy I find with her, she finds with me. I can’t hold back much longer. I awkwardly shove my knees up the mattress so I can kneel up, and I drag her hips towards me to keep her seated firmly on my cock. I lick my thumb, and when she sees what I’m planning, she nods up at me with encouragement. I buck my hips into hers and thumb at her clit, desperate to finish her off before I implant within her. I purr and drink in the sight of her as she starts to devolve into whimpers and trembles with anticipation.
“I’m close.” She is restless, meeting my thrusts and playing with her breasts. I watch her greedily as she tweaks at her nipples and moans my name on her lips. “Vrajan. I…” She tenses and begs me not to stop. My gorgeous future Queen looks magnificent as she cums. Her long brown hair splayed on the mattress around her. Her lips parted in ecstasy and her eyes shut. Her pussy grips my cock and destroys the last of my resistance. I hiss with delight and press myself flush to her. My mandibles tease at her cervix, and if she was ovulating, they would deliver the egg to her womb. My inner tendrils guide the egg along my bulging shaft, and would have also passed the egg through her cervix, if it wasn’t sealed shut. Instead, it presses to her and goes no further. That’s the pressure she feels, and knowing my egg is inside her pleases me. Even though I know it isn’t fertilised, I love the idea of having implanted inside her. I think about her carrying my child one day, and hope she will give her consent one day to host my son. There is plenty of time for that. She’s only been my feeding companion 3 months. I am sure how I feel abouther,but I think she will need more time before she feels the same way aboutme.I am hopeful, and determined, that she will give herself to me as my bonded even after the contract has finished.
Only once the last tremors of pleasure have passed, do I smile happily at her and slide free of her.
“You are so beautiful.” I purr and kiss her lips, as I move to spoon her to my chest. As always, I turn her so her back presses to my chest, and I can lick at her puncture wounds with ease. I take blissful pleasure in tending to her wound with my tongue.
“And you are sotardy.”She chuckles and snuggles down happily in my arms. “We were meant to feed an hour ago. That way, we could have made the dress fitting appointment. I wondered if we would be able to get it out of the way and then feed when we got back, but you came to my room all frisky and hungry.”
“I apologise only for the tardiness.” I chuckle and speak to her neck as I continue to lick at her wound between my words. “I will reschedule the appointment in a moment. We can always go tomorrow if they can’t see us later.”
“Humph.” She huffed. “I suppose, but it’s rude to miss appointments.”
“You are quite right.” I sing softly. “But I fear, when it comes to my hunger for you, I am incapable of putting anything else first.”
“My blood is that good huh?” She teases me, and I reach down to turn her chin so she looks me in the eye.
“It is not only your blood that I crave, Valerie.” For a moment I think she understands the full weight of my feelings for her, but she laughs it off with a roll of her eyes.
“Yes yes, we have hot sex too, and the Bonding Succour makes it even better. Trust me, I’m addicted too. Literally.” She chuckles, but my expression remains serious. I need her to understand how I feel about her, even if I’m not brave enough to spell it out for her yet.
“Your body is lovely, of course. But it is actually the way you conduct yourself, that fans the flames of my passion.” She gulps and there is something nervous in her brown eyes. I tenderly kiss her shoulder and rest my cheek there as I smile at her. “I am sorry for beingtardy. Did you start to suffer any side effects?”
“No.” She shrugged and smiled, glad to be on safer ground again, no doubt. For whatever reason, Valerie is up front with her opinions, but not with her feelings. She begins to withdraw whenever I try to coax them out of her for too long. I am, however, making more ground each time I do. “It must take longer than being an hour late to start making me feel any side effects. What would they be, by the way?” She rolls her eyes when I duck my head back down to her neck to resume licking at her bite mark.
“After several hours without a feed, you would experience increased arousal, agitation and aggression towards anyone who isn’t your Korvis partner, and the single occupation of finding said partner. The same goes me too, just so you are aware.” I give her lovely throat some tender licks to work more of my bonding succour topically into her swollen skin. “If we are unable to engage in the feeding frenzy within 24 hours, we start to feel anxiety and pain. Your organs will start going into true withdrawal, and I will starve. Your organs could go into shock, and you could perish. As would I.” When I lift my face from her neck I see she’s looking at me warily. “We would die without each other, unless we are weaned off each other gradually.”
“So at the end of the contract, how would we ‘wean’ off each other?” I trap my tongue between my teeth. I am quite determined that shall not come to pass, however, I answer her anyway.
“We would start by extending the time between two of the feeds, and I would supplement with Synth-Red. We would then reduce the number of times you feed me to twice a day, instead of three times a day. Once stable in that regard, we would repeat the first stage. Extend the time between those two feeds. I would consume more Synth-Red, and then we would drop off one of the feeds. Eventually you would no longer feed me directly, and I would have to give you a diluted sample of my Bonding Succour to finish weaning your body from it.” My stomach turns. I never want that to happen. “It has been done many times, and safely, don’t worry.”
“Right.” She nods, reassured, but also not naive enough to overlook the intensity to my lilac stare. “Well, that’s 9 months away.” She offers her neck to me as an obvious way to distract me. I am pleased for the diversion, and resume tending to her with my tongue. “Don’t forget to rearrange the appointment with the dress fitters.”
“I will do so, and apologise, once I have finished.” I tug her blanket up to cover us to keep her warm as I lick and kiss at her neck. I push all thoughts of the end of her indentured servitude from my mind and simply enjoy the moment. Right now, Valerie is mine. She’s in my arms, her blood is in my veins, and my semen is on her thighs. Perfection.
Chapter 23
Yes my Queen
Valerie.
I huff and hold my arms out for Cassie’s verdict. She leans closer to the laptop she’s using in her metallic office, and looks me up and down. This is so weird. I’mnotthe girlie one. Growing up when we went to the Merchant conventions and partied, I would wear a power suit, since I was destined to be the boss bitch of our company once Dad retired. Cassie would wear something feminine and cute. Havingherlook overmydress and tell me to twirl for her, felt like we’d reversed roles.
“Well? Is the verdict in or what?”
“I…oh Val.” She swallows a lump in her throat and her eyes start to water. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so beautiful.” My grumpy pout softens and I avert my eyes bashfully.
“Well, it’s a nice dress.” I shrug and gather enough of the skirt in either hand to swish it. Just a little bit. The material is mustard yellow with a golden shimmer where the light hits it. The fabric was like taffeta, and flared out from a golden chain of ivy leaves below my bust. The fabric gathered across my breasts and over my right shoulder, before ruffling in a baggy sort of way, like a waterfall of sunshine, to the elasticated cuff at my wrist. The left of my neck and shoulder is bare, and the arm sleeve is elasticated from my upper bicep, to billow down in the same fashion as my right sleeve. I’ve pinned the back of my hair with slides, so it falls in wavy brown curls over the left side of my neck, with a few waves framing my face. I don’t do makeup, so this will have to do. “Do I really look beautiful?” I try to ask like I’m questioning her judgement, but honestly, I’m not used to that sort of flattery.
“I think you are beautiful, courageous and lots of fun.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“Your body is lovely, of course. But it is actually the way you conduct yourself, that fans the flames of my passion.”
Oh, erm, other than the last few months with Vrajan, of course. I swear Space Dracula is trying to make me turn pink with all the flattery he showers me with. More so since we’re horizontal tango champions three times a day. Oh là là.
