"Let go! Let go!" I huffed and threw my head back.

Lor had my cock locked down her throat and I couldn't last much longer!

"Lor! Kahj'na xeet!" I cursed in Oto-Winde and grit my teeth.

She released me but kept me coiled in her tongue as I came.

The lights in our modest dreadnought cabin warped into psychedelic patterns as I layed strewn flat across the bed with my mate between my legs.

In the weeks since we left the red planet, Lor had become terrifyingly skilled at taking me down. It was no joke that Zhaguai were renowned for their adaptability and physical discipline.

My fog of rapture dissipated, and I awoke to Lor lapping up the leftovers, while gliding her pink claws lazily up and down the trail of iridescent scales running the length from my navel down to my groin.

"You vex me, female," I wove my fingers between her long blue and pink quills undulating over her eyes.

Lor climbed up my torso with her eyebrow crooked sharp.

"What will we do when we finally return to Nexus territory," I tucked my arm under her neck as she nestled in at my side. "After we've been cloistered in this bed for months?"

"Find a new bed," Lor kissed my cheek, then forehead, and other parts of my face. "Revel in carnal contentment and make the other cum until there's no other choice but to submit."

Even without the touch of her tongue, Lor's mouth made me hard again.

"And what about those times when we're apart?"

Lor's radiant pink eyes drifted down.

The crew of the Joyful Tyrant welcomed us aboard with reverence and sympathy. To the Zhaguai, battling and surviving a planet swarming with Graven was beyond astonishing. But Lor and I knew better. Being the last two alive wasn't a victory.

"I will have to step down from my role within the Entente," Lor sighed and curled her head into my shoulder. "It will be Oru's decision whether I still have a position on her council."

"Perhaps that's for the best," I blurted out my unfiltered thoughts.

Lor's eyes shot up, aghast that I had agreed so readily.

"But you should fight for your rank under Oru," I added. "Like it or not, you will always be a reminder of the massacre at Darbek Monastery. No one is in a better position to hold the leaders of the Nexus accountable and advocate for security improvements."

Lor had a strange glow in her gaze. I couldn't tell if she wanted to fight me or fuck me.

"Whoever the new Primary is, they will lack your first-hand knowledge," I chose my words carefully in case I had incited the latter. "Don't let the council, the ancients, or the matriarchs squander your experience. They failed to respond in time. Not you."

"Everyone under my command, excluding you, died," Lor laid out the undeniable facts. "Yrox may have been in charge of security, but I was the Primary. The council may demand my head after the Dredge Officers complete their investigation."

"And what will they find?" I held her close. "A Primary and her head of security sitting on their asses doing nothing? You and Yrox petitioned for more protection repeatedly. I know I did! No doubt you and Yrox were contemplating my demise, if only to have a single day without complaints filling up your inboxes."

Lor nodded with a snicker. "Yrox wanted to challenge you and toss you into an idling interceptor engine."

My mate wasn't wrong. Political and strategic factors were at play long before our mission. However, Groon asserted there was no way in hell Oru or the council would abandon her.

"If the Nexus truly is the eternal dynasty they claim to be, then its leaders must do better," I touched my mate's cheek. "Mourning Crow captured the Slayer who led the attack on Sahei and the raw data and relics on that planet will revolutionize the Nexus' footing. But if the network of gardens is to be dismantled, the Entente and the clans need to react faster. Don't let them waste time pointing fingers and lose sight of the real enemy. Drag our leaders kicking and screaming if you have to and demand they prove worthy of our fealty."

Lor grabbed my face and kissed me like she was trying to swallow me down all over again.

I curled my ears and pinched my lips. "I've been told I have a knack for souring the mood."

"You speak your mind without fear," Lor smiled and caressed my ears. "Even when it's not what others want to hear."

Her gauntlet buzzed from the indented shelf next to the bed.

"It's an update from my eldest sister, Dioca," Lor brought her gauntlet over and activated the viewscreen.

It was a video labeled TINLU UPDATE.

"May I watch with you?"

Lor snuggled her head next to mine on the pillow and then activated the holo-replay above our faces.

"The transmissions are still delayed, but this is the newest," she explained.

"It's on Menthla, Karwarak, I think," I recognized the stone architecture and uneven skyline.

"Hmm," Lor nodded. "Dioca is the alpha for Shale's personal security detail."

It was a large assembly of razkurs and Zhaguai. I vaguely recalled murmurs that the Nexus Envoy was in the process of developing a joint razkur and Zhaguai division to breed a new strain of U'la'ke that all Nexus members could challenge. I was a tad curious to find out who he was going to name as Primary for Project Discord.

"Is she yours?" I pointed to the pink and green-scaled child looking out from behind a curtain on the side of the stage while Eh'kt, the Nexus Envoy, spoke to the crowd. The girl appeared around five years old.

Perhaps a result of pairing in the Zhaguai joust ritual?

"No, but I helped give her life. Dioca was severely injured while pregnant," Lor touched her belly. "I carried Tinlu to term and gave birth to her. We, my sisters, their lifemates, and I, raise Tinlu together."

I was familiar with the female Zhaguai tradition of rearing children within amorphous groups. Each female was responsible for the success of her offspring, which included cultivating a team of devoted and accomplished caretakers.

"There's still so much I don't know about you," I turned to her. "How many children do you have?"

"None," she rested her eyes on mine. "Like my sisters, I wanted to share the rite of passage with a lifemate."

Shortly after the doctors approved our departure from med bay, Lor insisted we receive the treatment to be able to procreate. The dreadnought had all the supplies necessary to make the adjustment, plus the process was simpler when the female was Zhaguai as conception only required one male.

Initially, I was a bit alarmed by Lor's hasty insistence. The prospect of taking on fresh bonding and a potential youngling was more than daunting. That is, until she reminded me that her time to secure a place in the Eternal Bloodline could be limited.

What was the point of living if you weren't willing to participate to the fullest?

"I'm happy, mate, but occasionally this feels like one of those bizarre arranged marriages the Iddril used to engage in. I never understood. What does procreating have to do with property?"

"I have no idea," Lor shook her head casually. "But you're free to leave anytime you want."

"You'd have to hack off my arms and pry me off," I countered and nipped at her soft lips. "I can be very obnoxious when I want to."

Lor thrummed with laughter.

Eh'kt's voice rumbled from the gauntlet's speakers.

"Can he do that?" I blinked after the jet-black Zhaguai announced he was stepping down as the Nexus' Special Envoy to take over as Primary for Project Discord himself, and then named, Dran, a jumbo brown and blue Zhaguai who appeared better suited as a berserk warrior than diplomat, as his official replacement.

"He just did," Lor bounced her brow.

"The council will need to keep an eye on that one," she angled one of her supple quills at Eh'kt. "He has the instincts of a potent political player."

Little Tinlu scampered a few feet over and aimed the camera drone on a smartly-armored female razkur standing next to Eh'kt with a long braided ponytail. I recognized her as Menthla's Emissary to Jahaa, Lost Coyote.

"She's mated to Dran and a member of Jahaa now!" The child squealed.

"Do you know the big brown one?" I inquired.

"Yes, he's Oru's youngest," Lor explained. "But he has no mind for politics."

"Then the razkurs will love him."

The recording continued, shifting to footage taken many hours after sunset. Tinlu was utterly smitten with Shale's twin sons. The boys were singing and playing guitars with a razkur band.

"Should I be worried about this infatuation?" Lor chittered at her niece, wagging her tail and dancing with the young white Zhaguai boys.

"YES," I nodded big. "I'm sure she'll select partners on merits and prowess when she's older, but this experience is going to imprint on her."

"Seriously?" Lor's eyes widened.

"I've never gotten over getting pulled on stage by the bass player for Bliss Revolution when I was eight," I replayed the encounter in my head. "She had blue hair and stood over six-and-a-half-foot tall."

"Are you saying I'm the fulfillment of boyhood fantasy?" Lor's eyebrow crimped to a point.

"I honestly don't know!" I hid my face behind my hands and ears and snickered between my teeth.

"Hmm..." Lor thrummed deviously and turned the recording off. "This has been informative in many facets."

She coiled toward me like a python, surveying the bed for the heat signature of her next meal.

"Are all women of your species this relentless when it comes to conceiving?" My loins expanded at the touch of her forked-tongue on my neck. "I can't get a clear answer on the general net searches."

Lor's hand explored my chest and abdominals. "I hope you didn't ask that during your debriefing."

"I did," I grinned proudly. "And those shrewds had the nerve to withhold their insights."

Logically, it was ludicrous to propagate in the middle of a war, but what was a better fuck you to the Graven than creating a new life in open defiance?

"And rightly so," Lor's hand squeezed the base of my cock and compressed me all the way up. "Would you care for me to regale my clan mates of how you sing while cumming inside me?"

My ears froze.

"I... what...?"

Lor clicked with a giggle. "It's a bit more than a hum, but I can't quite make out the words."

My breath halted in horror.

"You don't hear yourself?" She glanced at me while persisting in stoking my hardon.

"No!" I huffed.

"Is that not common for razkur males?

"No!" I scoured my memory for anyone ever mentioning the phenomenon or that I was the weirdo! "I.. I don't think so... At least not that I've witnessed... And no one ever had the decency to tell me!"

"I could record it," Lor pumped her hand, making this revelation all the more distressing.

"Don't you dare!"

"And if I do?" Lor circled her finger pad on the sensitive crease beneath my hood.

"I would fuck you in that place you really like but aren't yet comfortable admitting," I taunted. "While singing a song, I composed about how hard you cum."

Lor's hand slowed as she contemplated the warning.

"I do not fear a song or the many ways that you fulfill me," Lor compressed me tighter and sped up her rhythm.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of me.

"I want your pussy to taste like me," I sang out a hint of the first verse.

Lor wriggled her body along mine. "Is that all?"

I reached my hands over her smooth rump and teased her taut little rear hole with my fingertips.

"It escalates quickly from there," I dropped the melody and clamped down on her ass, preventing her from jolting away and denying me access.

"A lot of switching back and forth," I cascaded my fingers to provoke her into cinching shut. "And freestyle riffing, just the way that makes you blush.

Lor flicked her quills amorously on my shoulders and intentionally allowed her pert nipples to rub against my chest.

Abura Below...

Her scales felt like rippling stained glass basted in the afternoon sunlight. Every inch of her begged to be indulged and conquered.

I pulled her up to fill my mouth with her breasts. The weight of them made my loins swell and twinge.

Lor churned her torso against mine while gliding her saturated lower lips along the full length of my shaft.

"Let me see you," I took a breath between her cleavage. "Spread what belongs to me."

Lor reared up with her legs and pussy open over my lap, sitting up with her perfectly sculpted body on display.

I raked my white claws over her midnight blue skin and absorbed every glistening muscle with the palms of my hands.

"Touch yourself," I commanded.

Lor traced her claws over her nipples and teased them while her other hand stoked the flesh just above her clitoris. She towered over me, rocking her pelvis and pushing her pink lips open to glaze my rigid ribbed underside in her translucent essence.

I pressed my thumbs along her flat belly and fantasized about that warm little place where she would carry my offspring.

Any other partner, I would have outright rejected, but Lor didn't view me as an incubator. She could have reproduced at any time cycles ago without injections. Yet, she abstained because she desired more than stud livestock. Lor wanted me for me and nothing else.

I couldn't imagine a world without my mate, but until and after her name was cleared, I intended to give her everything she desired.

"Tell me what you want," I poked the tips of my claws into her scales.

"To feel you inside me, mate," Lor dipped a single finger within her delicate folds. "Whether we conceive or not, I must know that I am yours."

"Then say it!" I grabbed her thighs and tugged her forward just enough to prod her threshold.

Lor arched her back and parted and flexed her entire mane of quills when I entered.

"YOURS!" She cried out and swayed on my thickness.

I filled Lor to the brim and mewled in satisfaction when her sleek internal ripples puckered to tug on my sensitive crest. Then I groaned again when she seized me on the withdrawal, just enough to keep my tip nestled inside.

I purred and kneaded my claws into her haunches as I sublimed into her warm folds.

Where razkur cunts would give and conform until the moment of climax, the Zhaguai were pure astriction.

Lor moaned and swirled her sweet undulating channel to draw me in further.

"Prove it!" I goaded my mate with a sly grin. "Make yourself cum and ready to receive me."

Lor roared and then, all at once, her slick canal tripled its grip on me in the most unexpected places.

I wouldn't be surprised if it was revealed that their women engaged in a special training regimen to better constrict their males in yet another sadistic trial. As if to say, 'if you can penetrate this, then I will yield and bear your younglings.'

"Slower," I growled. Nothing compared to the sight of Lor's wetness painting my mast.

"Harder!"

Lor smacked her ass down with such force, the impact compelled me to snarl.

"Yes!" I gave into her furious rhythm.

She leaned back, pinching my thighs and bouncing her supple breasts toward the ceiling.

"This pussy is mine!" I timed my thrusts as she plunged down, ramming her full throttle to stake my claim.

"Always yours!" Lor rode me and attended to her clit.

Fluttering tremors percolated throughout her silky corridor, alerting the ultra-tender ribbing on my underside that my mate was on the verge of triumph.

"RAAAAARRRRHHHHHH!!!" Lor lodged her claws into my leg and flooded the room in a guttural roar.

I gave her a moment to breathe, then pulled myself free. "Let me taste you."

Lor crawled forward with a salacious chitter and parted her legs above my head.

I feasted, and sucked, and licked.

My mate's body was a marvel, and not just because she could climax repeatedly in quick succession.

"Are all razkurs this shameless?" Lor gasped from above.

"Mmmm–hhrrmmphh!" I kept my tongue lodged to the root.

Lor snickered, and that was when I seized my chance!

In a sharp sudden tuck, I slid down between her legs, rolled, and hopped to my knees. Then yanked Lor's ass toward me and planted her on all fours.

"MINE!" I bumped my swollen tip against her opening.

Lor bent her knees further and leaned into me until I squeezed her rear and parted her cheeks.

She wriggled in trepidation.

"Shhh..." I firmly gripped her rear and nudged her clenched hole with my stiff undercarriage.

She'd let me in once before, after significant coaxing, and the results were breathtaking, but my mate was far from letting me in voluntarily.

"At ease," I leaned over and cooed in her ear. "We'll explore that more after your womb is occupied."

I bobbed in and out of her entrance, getting my hood wet and making her whimper for more.

Lor bucked into me each time I pulled away, begging me to stay inside. She was sloppy wet and leaking down her thighs, just the way I loved it!

Between the ship's cold filtered air prickling my bare chest and Lor's cock-drunk pussy desperately trying to guzzle me down, I was on edge and aching to satiate all our desires.

Once again, I sank in with ease, then withdrew immediately, giving her barely enough to feel a hint of my girth.

Lor growled and whipped her long quills.

"Patience," I licked my lips.

During our many hours of being sequestered in the med bay, I read that this was the best position for Zhaguai insemination. It also fed into Lor's innate biological craving for a mate to conquer their territory.

I repeated my teasing, this time adding the gentle caress of my thumb on that petite inlet she resisted.

Lor clicked sternly and shook her head.

Razkur unions were all about the multitudes of bestowing pleasure. There was no singular position or anatomical location that was considered proper. Sure, we favored laying our hearts alongside one another, but there were many combinations to achieve that outcome. I thoroughly looked forward to railing my mate into a new spectrum of comfort.

I shoved in to the hilt until I struck a plush inner wall and couldn't stop myself from howling involuntarily.

Lor let out her own instinctual yelp and thrummed in satisfied agony.

Truth was, I'd been biding my time. Lor's tuberose scent alone had my tension on a hair trigger. I was downright soaked in precum and my mate's heavenly nectar. There was no slowing the upsurge. I was careening perilously toward the summit!

"Sing with me, mate," I clung to her, surrendering to any and all bestial reflexes.

I knew she couldn't, but Lor cried out anyway.

My ears stung from the relentless smack of our flesh and perspiration.

Fuck, my mate had power in her backside!

Lor hammered down on me, squeezing me to the brink.

"Open for me!" I guided her head down and pushed her legs further apart.

My whole body shivered and my ears cramped from clenching up.

"AAAAAHHHRRRRR!!!" Every cell in my body shattered like crashing under an avalanche on a double-black diamond slope.

Lor's channel quivered, and I nearly toppled over her.

"Don't spill me," I stammered before drifting off.

The Graven may have wreaked havoc on our original operation and we were still millions of light years from Menthla, but I was content to leave it all behind.

I didn't care if I was humming my content unconsciously.

Lor was my home, now and forever.

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THE END

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TRANSLATIONS:

Kahj'na xeet = fucking shit (Oto-Winde)

Sawa'Kahjee = fuck off (Oto-Winde)

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