Assigned a Mate(19)

Evelyn Day did not have the eyes of a woman who enjoyed killing. She was soft and warm. Giving herself to me had made her pussy hot enough to scald my cock. Such sweet agony.

Murderer or not, there was no chance she could harm me. I almost laughed aloud at the idea. I was unfamiliar with the men from Earth, but she was too small to be a danger to me; her head only came up to my shoulder. She’d been feisty and disrespectful, but I could not blame her actions. She had just been banished from her planet and was now the mate of a stranger. That did not mean her behavior went unchecked. She’d needed a spanking to learn right away that her insolent behavior would not be tolerated. After I’d tossed her over my thighs and gave her the swats she deserved—albeit lighter than I would once she settled in—she knew who was in charge and who would submit.

Seeing the pale globes of her ass change from creamy white to fiery red had made my cock rock hard. Watching the soft flesh quiver with each strike, seeing my handprint form… fark. I was not the only one who’d enjoyed it. She would certainly argue, but she’d been aroused by it. The testing matched her submissiveness to my need for control. It would only be a matter of time before she recognized this and relented.

Until then… it would be enjoyable to watch her fight, then ultimately give over to me. With a satisfied grin, I checked my monitors and set the stimspheres I’d left inside her pussy to the lowest setting for two hours. I planned to be done with my meeting in half that time, and I wanted her pussy swollen and eager for more. I couldn’t wait to get her home, safe, where I could lay her down and taste her, take my time and explore every inch of her creamy skin. I hadn’t even been at Outpost Nine a week, but I was ready to get back to the palace. Now, more than ever.

I’d offered Evelyn Day no opportunity to transition, no chance to acclimate to either me or Outpost Nine, for there had not been time. It wasn’t just my cock dictating my actions, Trion custom did as well. I’d had to fuck her immediately. If I hadn’t, another could have claimed her. Her beauty would not go unnoticed here. Women were precious and rare, highly valued. Many would fight to claim her, and it was possible she could be hurt or claimed by a male completely unworthy. When it came to Evelyn Day, I was the only worthy man in the universe. I growled in possessiveness at the idea.

She wore my adornment, the chain adding beauty to her full breasts and signifying her as mine. With my seed marking her pussy and thighs, there would be no doubt. Her safety was my utmost priority. Her arrival had been a shock, the timing all wrong, but I wasn’t going to complain. The match occurring while I was at the high council meeting at Outpost Nine, not at the palace, might be inconvenient for both of us, but I would adapt. Keeping her safe could prove difficult here, but it would be done.

I couldn’t bring myself to regret that Evelyn Day had her first fucking over a ceremonial stand in a transient tent, not in my palace chambers, where she wouldn’t have had to leave my bed. Instead of learning all of her delights and beginning her training to my ways, I’d had to send her to the harem to ensure she was well protected. And that caution was well founded.

Once the other men saw her, they would want her as well. Her bright red hair was a most unusual color, rarely seen on Trion. Her body was lush and had the most delightful curves. Such passion in one so small, so soft, so delectably round and curvy. I pushed the button to the bathing unit with more force than necessary at the thought of her full breasts swaying with every movement of her body.

The unit’s door opened and I stepped in, allowing the water to spray and swirl around me. With my eyes closed, I thought about her curved belly, the softly rounded body that would soon grow with my child. Hips broad and lush for holding as I fucked her.

The water shut off and the drying cycle began.

I was pleased she had already been breached, for I did not have to worry about causing her pain. But I’d been delighted—and surprised—to discover that the walls of her pussy had never pulsed around another man’s thick cock, that no other had managed to bring her to that pleasure. Those she’d been with on Earth were not real men if they could not make a woman of Evelyn Day’s beauty come all over their cock. It would be my ultimate goal in life to bring her to pleasure as frequently as possible.

I didn’t know if I should thank the gods or science for the perfect matching. Either way, I had no doubt Evelyn Day was for me. She, however, had time to decide. Therefore, I had to heed a fine balance between pleasuring her into remaining and taming her reckless and possibly dangerous behavior. The thought of her choosing another, of letting another man touch her, fuck her, protect and cherish her, made my gut clench.