Page 10 of Tornn's Mate
TORNN
Ellie doesn’t protestas I reach to remove her shimmering gown. She cooperates fully, lifting her arms up as I pull the garment over her head. I toss the gown aside and step back to admire the loveliness of her curvy form.
She’s wearing undergarments, of course. Panties and a bra—items I’ve heard most human females tend to wear. My cocks shift as I imagine stripping off the unnecessary coverings and revealing her naked body to my gaze.
The scent of her arousal remains strong in the air, and I can’t help but breathe deeply of her perfumed excitement. My mouth waters at the prospect of licking her pussy.
One. She only has one pussy, I remind myself. Darrvason females have two, just as they possess two wombs. But according to our top physicians, the difference will not be a hindrance when it comes to procreating with the human females.
My blood heats as I envision myself pounding her with one cock until I erupt deep inside her, then immediately shoving my unspent shaft into her and claiming her all over again. She will be sore and dripping with my essence by the time I’m finished with her.
But I won’t selfishly take my pleasure of her without giving anything in return. I plan to stroke her to completion, to caress the tiny button her people call aclituntil she shatters to pieces. I’ve committed every detail of the physicians’ report on human female physiology to memory, and I will use that knowledge to my advantage.
“You are beautiful, Ellie,” I say, meaning it. My gaze falls to a strange dark splotch on the side of her stomach, and I move closer and trail my fingers over it. It’s the size of a fist. A fading bruise? Rage boils inside me. “Who did this to you?”
“It’s just a birthmark,” she says in a worried tone, and my anger instantly cools. “I was born with it, and I have a few more on my back. I’m sorry if they bother you. We have the technology to remove birthmarks, but my-my father used to say they made me special. Perhaps it’s silly, but as a child I believed him, and I always refused to have them removed whenever a doctor would offer.”
With my fingers still trailing over her flesh, I move around her to inspect her back, eager to glimpse the unique markings. I count five more birthmarks in varying shapes and sizes, and I take my time tracing them. Finally, I turn her to face me and give her a gentle smile.
“Your markings don’t bother me, Ellie. I’m sure no one else in the universe has markings exactly like these.” I tip her face up, forcing her to hold my gaze. “They add to your beauty.” I nearly reel at the sweet reassurances that spill from my lips. Why am I so eager to calm her fears?Convenience and necessity, I tell myself,and nothing more. As the admiral of the Darrvason fleet, I work long hours and have great responsibility. I cannot afford distractions or entanglements. But I must perform my duty to the Darrvason Empire and procreate.
She inhales a shaky breath, and a look of relief crosses her visage. “Thank you for saying so, Tornn.” Her eyes widen. “I mean,AdmiralTornn. Forgive me for the blunder.”
“You’re my wife,” I say, pleased to hear my name on her lips yet again. Especially without my title preceding it. “You’re my mate. When we are alone together, you may call meTornn.”
“And when we’re not alone?” A hint of fear enters her blue gaze.
“When we’re in the company of others, you must address me by my title. It’s custom. Commanders, other leaders, and officers are always addressed by their titles. Using a first name without a title in public is considered disrespectful.”
She frowns, then swallows hard. “If I accidentally call youTornnin public, without using your title, what-what will you do?”
“Little wife, you seem to have a preoccupation with punishment,” I say. “Perhaps a demonstration is in order? Perhaps I ought to give you a taste of what to expect if you disobey me… perhaps I ought to take you over my knee and smack your bottom a few times.”
She gasps and her eyes go wider. “But I haven’t done anything wrong. And you haven’t frisked me yet.”
I caress a hand through her silken locks. “I can frisk you and spank you at the same time. In fact, it will make things easier when I must check your orifices for any contraband. If you’re draped over my knee, sweet human, I can readily spread your legs and your bottom cheeks for inspection.”
She whimpers and starts to shake her head, but quickly stops. She takes a deep breath, and I can tell she’s struggling to submit. No doubt she thinks I’m barbaric for what I’m about to do to her, but I won’t back down no matter how sweetly she begs.
I sit on the bed and draw her close, positioning her to stand between my spread thighs. She bows her head in a show of capitulation so lovely, another surge of warmth for her fills me to bursting. I try to push the unwanted tenderness aside but fail miserably. Perhaps once I rut her for the first time, the affectionate feelings will dissipate. I can only hope.
I reach for the front clasp of her bra. “This needs to come off. I must make sure you’re not hiding any contraband under here. Also, when you’ve committed an offense and I must punish you, you’ll be entirely naked when I do so. Do you understand?”
Once I remove her bra, I can’t hold back a feral growl from leaving my chest. Star Gods, she’s breathtakingly gorgeous. I squeeze her bra gently as I search for any hyposprays or weapons before tossing it toward her discarded gown.
“I’m not hiding anything,” she says in a soft but beseeching tone. “I swear it. Also, I don’t have a preoccupation with punishment. You-you don’t have to spank me. We can, um, move on to…other things.” She whispers the last two words as though they are scandalous, and my cocks thicken massively in my pants, to the point that I almost reach down to readjust myself.
“Other things?” I press, reveling in the flush that tints her cheeks a dark pink hue. “Defineother things.” I’m toying with her, andfluxxI’m enjoying every moment of it.
Her eyes flicker with annoyance, but only very briefly. “Mating,” she says in an even fainter whisper. “I meanmating. Copulation. Whatever you want to call it.”
There’s an instant where I consider accepting her offer. I’m more than eager to be vibrating balls-deep inside her. But I quickly dash the idea aside. I must frisk her, and I believe it’s also important that I spank her. Her numerous questions regarding punishment make me worry she has a mischievous side, and she needs to understand that I’m her master and she must always,alwaysobey me.
As the admiral of the Darrvason fleet, I cannot have an errant female running about the ship. If I’m unable to control my own female, the emperor as well as my comrades would undoubtedly start to question my governance.
“There will be plenty of time for copulation,” I reply as I tug at the waistband of her panties, “afterI frisk you and redden your little ass. Now, these need to come down.” I swiftly yank her panties to her knees. My gaze goes straight to her center, to the smooth folds that glisten with her arousal. My balls quiver, nearly in a full vibration, and my shafts throb so hard that not for the first time in Ellie’s presence, I become pleasantly lightheaded.
I run my fingers over the thin fabric of her undergarment, making sure nothing dangerous is hidden within any secret seams. Then I push her panties to her ankles and help her step out of them. Beautiful. She’s sofluxxingbeautiful, a few moments pass where I find it difficult to form a coherent thought. All I can do is stare and drink in her loveliness.
