Kept by Luna Voss
Chapter Eleven
Barion
Jenyta joins us at breakfast the next morning in the hotel’s restaurant.
“Decided not to sleep all day?” Melyta greets her brightly.
Jenyta scowls. “I thought I might just hang out in the hotel today, maybe hit the pool, then I remembered I don’t have any clothes. You guys want to go shopping?”
“I wondered why you were wearing Melyta’s pajamas,” I laugh. “We can go shopping. There’s a mall not too far from here.”
Jenyta goes upstairs briefly to borrow one of Melyta’s dresses, then we take a taxi to the mall. Both women stare out the window as we drive, clearly fascinated by being in a foreign city. Cute.
“Best behavior now, vulta,” I growl in Melyta’s ear, pulling her aside for a moment in the parking lot before we enter.
“Yes, Vostra,” she replies, blushing slightly. I know that like me, she’s thinking of the time I had to pull her into the bathroom at the Dalax City Mall for a spanking.
“Will you guys come on?” Jenyta groans, rolling her eyes as she stands on the other side of the double doors.
“Coming, Jen!” Melyta calls after her, running into the mall to join her friend.
I follow, content to let them walk ahead and enjoy their time together. There should be no danger for us here. And I love seeing Melyta so happy, so light, without the weight of everything we were going through on Tarsheb 8.
Finally, a moment for us to breathe.
There are greater range of species in the mall than I’m used to seeing on Tarsheb 8, from humans to Voorians to Epeshis to Dajorkans. I can tell that Melyta and her friend are trying not to stare, having never been exposed to such diversity before. Zog is a much more intergalactic city than Dalax is, and it really shows in a place like this.
And it’s not just the people: in front of me, the two women stop to look at a storefront clearly catering to Dajorkan fashions, something I’ve never seen in the mall back home.
“You think one of these jackets would fit me?” Melyta asks as I walk up behind her.
I chuckle. “Maybe if you had much shorter arms.”
Jenyta points at something up ahead. “Ooh, look at that!”
She runs off. My mate glances at me, then follows her friend as I give her an approving smile.
I finally catch up with them at a food stand selling Dajorkan funnel cake. Dajorkan funnel cake is one of those alien foods that you can find in pretty much every corner of the galaxy, but for some reason I’ve never had a good one on Tarsheb 8. Probably just not enough Dajorkans for it to be authentic.
What this stand is selling is authentic. I can tell just by the smell. So can just about everyone else here, judging by the length of the line.
“Can we get one?” Melyta asks excitedly, tugging on my sleeve. “I’ve always wanted to know what real funnel cake is like.”
I shake my head. “No. We’re getting three.”
“Holy shit, this is good,” says Jenyta, licking her lips. “Why don’t any of the funnel cake places in Dalax City taste like this?”
“You want Voorian food, you go to Dalax City,” I tell her in between bites. “You want Dajorkan funnel cakes, you go to… I don’t know. Any other planet with more Dajorkans, I guess.”
Melyta says nothing, I glance over at her, and it looks like she’s in a state of bliss. She shakes her head. “Nobody say anything to me. I’m savoring this.”
Once our plates are clean, we head up to the mall’s second level and find a clothing store.
“Grab whatever you want,” I tell Jenyta. “I know you have an entire wardrobe to replace. Don’t worry about the cost.” I catch Melyta’s wrist as she follows her: “And that goes for you too, young lady. I like seeing you in pretty things.”
She kisses me on the cheek, and I find a place to sit down and catch some headlines as they run off to shop.
“Well, I’m not going to need to buy any new clothes for a while,” Jenyta laughs as we walk out of the mall, each of us laden with huge shopping bags. “I still can’t believe you made me buy that top.”
“Trust me, it looked fucking great,” says Melyta. “You guys hungry for dinner?”
It’s night now, a deep purple sunset just entering its final stages on the horizon. I call us a cab, and we stop to drop our shopping off at the hotel before leaving again to find a restaurant downtown. We go for Voorian food this time. A little taste of home.
“Wow, this is crap,” Melyta groans, chewing her first bite slowly.
Her friend wrinkles her nose, looking similarly unimpressed. “Seriously, what the hell is this?”
I laugh. “Hey, we’re not in Dalax City anymore. Can’t expect the same quality of Voorian food everywhere. But I mean, it’s rugdash. How bad could it be?”
“Pretty bad,” Melyta scowls.
I bring a forkful of food to my mouth and immediately start laughing. “Okay, yeah, wow. Have these people ever even tasted rugdash?”
We make it as far as we can into our plates, and then I surrender and order us burgers and fries. Nice, simple human food. The restaurant can screw that up as much as they want and a bunch of Voorians like us won’t even know the difference.
“I still can’t believe how bad that rugdash was,” Melyta laughs as we return to our hotel room at the end of the day. “As someone who used to work at an authentic Voorian restaurant, I’m legitimately offended.”
I hold the door for her and then close it behind us. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure we’ll be sticking to human and Dajorkan food the rest of the time we’re here.
She bites her lip as we come across all the shopping bags from earlier, strewn across our bed. “I want to show you something I bought today,” she tells me shyly.
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh?”
She points to the door of our bedroom. “Go wait in the living room. I’ll be out in the moment.”
Amused, I do as she asks, walking back out to the living room of our suite and closing the door behind me. I’m curious exactly what it is Melyta wants to show me. I don’t usually think of her as being especially fashion-conscious, even if she does always look nice.
Through the door, I hear Melyta swear.
“Everything okay, babe?”
“Yes!” she calls back hurriedly. “Just a minute!”
Several minutes later, I hear the door handle start to slowly turn. Finally, it opens.
Melyta is standing there in the doorway wearing one of the sexiest, most elaborate lingerie sets I’ve ever seen. The theme is black and red, with lacy black stockings, high heels, and some kind of fancy bra that makes her tits look impossibly perky. There’s something around her waist that I think is called a garter belt, and the centerpiece is a pair of high-cut, deep red panties that appear to be made of little more than string.
For a moment I just stare, transfixed. Who the fuck is this woman? Is she real? And then I catch her watching me nervously, waiting for my reaction, and my blood begins to roar.
“Turn around,” I growl, looking her in the eyes as I gesture with my finger.
She does so, confirming my suspicion that her panties are, in fact, a thong. Acting on instinct more than anything else, I stand behind her and tug on the back slightly, just enough to make her squirm.
“You look fucking sexy,” I whisper in her ear, slipping my other hand around her front and groping her breasts. She inhales as I slide a nipple between two of my fingers and apply a small amount of pressure.
“I look sexy for you, Vostra,” she whimpers, grinding her butt against my front.
“Let me look at you again,” I order, stepping back. “Let me take this in before I take it off.”
She looks adorably shy as I drink her in with my gaze, every sexy, delicious fucking inch of her. I can smell her arousal now, and see the way her cheeks are flushed. From someone who was inexperienced when I first met her, she’s certainly starting to find her sexual confidence. Try explaining to the shy, innocent waitress I met a year and a half ago that she would be modeling skimpy lingerie for a Vostra boss.
An underboss,I remind myself. Not a Vostra boss yet. But I will be. I’ll be everything she deserves.
“Go back two years,” I whisper, still devouring her with my eyes, “to before you met me. Did you ever think you would be doing this?”
She looks down, all endearing bashfulness and rosy cheeks. “Two years ago I thought all vostrata were a bunch of awful, murderous scumbags.”
I smile. “And what do you think now?”
“I think you’re my murderous scumbag,” she whispers, stepping forward and putting her hands on my chest. “Vostra.”
A satisfied growl rumbles up in my throat as she uses the word. “I like it when you call me that.”
She presses herself against me. “I know, Vostra.”
I can’t resist any longer. I have to have her. My hands slide down to her butt, and I grip it firmly as I lock my lips against hers and march her over to the bed.
“Stop, stop, the bed is covered in shopping bags!” Melyta protests, giggling as I try to push her down onto the mattress.
“Then I’ll have you on the fucking floor,” I snarl, lowering her down onto the plush carpet.
My mate whimpers as I kiss my way down her body and then pull her underwear down her legs. I need to taste her sweet pussy again. I need to feel her little clit twitching in my mouth.
“Someone’s eager,” Melyta gasps as I start to kiss at the crook of her thighs.
“Yes,” I confirm, surrendering to the urgency I feel and burying my face in her cunt without even bothering to tease her.
“Oh,”she moans, throwing her head back. “Barion, that feels so good.”
“It fucking tastes so good,” I growl before sucking her delicious clit back into my mouth again.
She whimpers and writhes around on the floor as I eat her pussy. I grip her thighs with my hands, keeping her legs spread apart and her cunt exactly where I want. The rest of her can squirm around, but her pussy is staying in place until she begs me to come.
“Barion, that’s… oh my god!” she gasps, arching her back. “Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me… you’re going to make me…”
Her eyes roll back and she shudders as she starts to orgasm. Immediately, I cease all stimulation.
“What the fuck?”she moans in frustration, her pussy twitching desperately. “Barion, noooo…”
“You call me Vostra,” I growl. “And what are you supposed to do when you need to come?”
She thrashes around angrily, kicking her legs. “God dammit!”
I can’t avoid a smirk. She’s cute.
“Melyta, do I need to put you over my knee and give you a little reminder about your place?”
She glares at me.
“Do I?”
For a moment I think she’s going to say something defiant, and I’m going to have to interrupt our play session to spank her and maybe put her in the corner. But then her body relaxes, and when she speaks, her tone is controlled, submissive.
“No, Vostra. I’ll be good.”
Triumph surges through me at this surrender. I raise myself over her and pin her wrists down to the floor, snarling and extending my fangs.
“Who decides when you’re allowed to come?” I growl.
“You do,” she whimpers, her beacon flashing gold.
I make my way lower, returning my face to its comfortable home between her legs.
“Who owns this perfect, wet little cunt?” I ask, hovering my lips only millimeters away.
“You do,” she whispers, looking me in the eye. “Please, Vostra, can you make me come?”
I smile at her. “Of course, vulta. But when you’re ready, you fucking ask.”
* * *
Melyta
I gasp as Barion works my clit with his lips and tongue, pumping two of his fingers inside me. I was so fucking frustrated when he interrupted my orgasm earlier. But now that I’m very, very close to coming again, I have to admit that being denied like that is making everything so much more intense. Almost like I have two climaxes building up instead of one. God, Barion knows exactly how to tease me.
He also really likes controlling my orgasms. And even though I might whine about it, there’s something about being dominated in that way that gives me this really deep, burning, submissive thrill. Talk about being owned. Talk about being at his mercy. It’s another way for me to surrender myself to him, one that feels intimate, even natural.
“Vostra, can I please be allowed to come?” I ask him, my words coming out as a sultry moan. “I’m so close.”
He looks up at me, and I bask in the approval in his eyes. “Yes, vulta, you may come,” he whispers. “You did a good job of asking this time.”
“Thank you, Vostra,” I whimper, and my toes start to curl as I let go.
Barion doesn’t stop licking my pussy until I come twice and my sweaty body is sticking to the carpet. My brain is in a haze at this point, pussy twitching with orgasmic aftershocks. All I know is that I want something inside me, something bigger inside me than his two fingers.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, looking up at him and spreading my legs.
He’s already unbuckling his pants, his shirt off. When the hell did he take his shirt off?
But it doesn’t matter as he lowers himself onto me and I feel the warm skin of our upper bodies pressing together. Nothing else matters. Only him. Only us.
“You’re perfect for me, vulta,” he whispers as he slips the head of his cock between my sensitive pussy lips. “You couldn’t possibly be a better wife.”
Then he groans out loud as he pushes himself inside me.
“I’m going to knot you tonight,” Barion rasps as he starts to make slow, deep thrusts.
“Yes,” I moan, nodding eagerly. “I want you to.”
Tingles explode through me as he begins to kiss my neck, his nibbles gentle, breath warm. I put my hands on his back, feeling the muscles taut under his skin. He feels so solid, so strong, so masculine.
Barion’s thrusting grows more urgent, a rumbling growl behind each of his breaths. He pins my wrists as he fucks me, his beacon glowing gold, and I see a look of gleeful concentration on his face.
“Oh my god,” he gasps, and his knot begins to expand at the same time as his cock twitches in climax.
A barely controlled roar rumbles up in his throat. I moan, too, overcome by the sensation of his knot stretching me open. He clutches me, burying his face in my neck, filling me with his seed.
“Fuck, that’s so intense when I come and knot you at the same time,” Barion breathes, his voice ragged, shaky. “I can barely… oh fuck…”
He trails off into moaning as his orgasm continues and his cock keeps spurting cum into my pussy. I feel it coating his knot inside me, making it slicker than usual, allowing it to move a little more freely as he rocks his hips.
I move my hands to the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss, wrapping my legs around him at the same time. I want to bring him deeper, closer, to be joined in every way that we can. I want all of him, and for him to have all of me.
“Vostra, I love you so much,” I whisper, breaking the kiss for just a moment. “I love having you inside me. I just never ever want to leave you.”
“And you never will,” he whispers back, stroking the hair out of my face with deep affection in his eyes. “I will always be there for you, vulta. Always. You’re the woman I love. My Fated Mate. You mean more to me than anything else in the world, and I am never, ever, fucking ever letting you go.”
