Frek stalked through Orgell station. He had only two things he needed to do while the Fallen Star stocked up. Get some color put in his hair and find a female to help him with his rut.
If he couldn’t find a female in the next few hours, he’d have to resort to paying the whores to help him, and he knew they’d have no problem bleeding him dry. When your body was desperately clamoring for sex, and you had no choice but to pay for it, the whores seemed to be able to smell it on you and had no problem charging more. Well, they probably could smell it on him. He was pumping out pheromones that even the non-scent sensitive could smell.
People stared at him as he stalked his way through the station towards the retail district. A few even followed him for a while, but they lost interest and drifted away when he didn’t stop. Frek didn’t care. Once they knew what he was, they wouldn’t want anything to do with him.
That was why he needed to get to the groomers and have something done with his hair. People would take one look at his pastel, rainbow hair, and know exactly what he was.
A half-blood.
He was half Allorian, with the telltale golden eyes, but it was his Hrenkie mother who had given him his hair and cyclical mating heat. He’d spent the last two ruts unconscious in medical. This time they’d been close enough to a station for him to find what he needed.
The groomer was situated between a tailor and a shoe seller. It was empty when he walked in except for a petite female with bright blue eyes and cerise hair sitting behind the front desk. Her head snapped up as he walked in, and surprise flitted across her face.
“Welcome to Teloria’s. Do you have an appointment today?”
Her soft musical voice wrapped around him and caressed him from head to toe. A shiver of need raced down his spine and sent a pulse of blood into his already swollen cock. Fuck he’d like to hear that voice moaning to him as he buried his cock in her hot silk.
“No, I don’t have an appointment. I was hoping there would be somebody available to help with my hair,” Frek replied and almost winced at the sound of his voice.
Usually, his voice was clear and resonant, but when he was in the grip of mating heat, his voice became husky to better attract a female. Every part of his biology was enhanced to attract a female.
He watched the small female avidly to see what sort of effect he would have on her and was gratified to see a slow blush stain her cheeks and her breath catch slightly. He didn’t like taking advantage of strangers, but if this small female was willing to help him, she would be amply compensated with hours of pleasure.
“Oh. Um, that’s all right. If you like, I can take care of whatever you need.”
Frek was wound so tight he almost leaped over the desk and pounced on her. It would be all too easy to take her words the wrong way, but he had no doubt with a little effort on his part, he would have her in bed.
“Excellent. Do you need my credit information now?”
A slow blink of those big blue eyes almost had him grinning at her, but he kept his amusement to himself and waited for her to collect herself. He swallowed a chuckle as she physically shook herself before replying.
“No. Payment at the end will be fine.” She stood up from the chair, and Frek was surprised to find she was only slightly shorter than he. She turned toward the back of the store. “Please follow me.”
Frek’s eyes were drawn to her softly rounded backside and slender legs encased in long tights as she walked ahead of him. He swallowed the groan that rose in his chest at the image in his head of taking her from behind and slamming against that firm arse. He followed her to the very last chair.
“Please take a seat,” the small female said as she indicated the chair.
Frek stepped into her as he passed and drew in a deep breath. He brushed his body gently against hers as he stepped past her and settled in the chair. It took all his control not to moan at her scent.
She smelled of flowers and warm female. Delicate and floral with just a hint of musk to tease his overstimulated senses. He wanted to rip her clothes off and bury his head between the lush mounds of her breasts. He wanted to press his nose to her mound and scent her passion.
He flicked his waist-length plait over his shoulder, and gentle hands started to unwind the length. Fuck, he wanted to feel those soft hands stroking him, touching him, and clawing at him as she came on his cock.
The gentle tugging on his hair stopped, and the female took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“What’s your name?” she asked quietly.
Frek was surprised. She seemed shy and a little unapproachable, and he’d thought he would have his work cut out for him to coax her into bed. Maybe he’d been wrong.
“My name is Frek. What may I call you?”
“Alita. Now, apart from coloring your hair, what else do you need from me, Frek?”
Her voice was still quiet, but her direct question had Frek’s heart thumping wildly in his chest. Did she know? Had she suspected all along? And how did she know that he wanted her to color his hair?
“How did you know that I wanted you to color my hair?” That seemed like the right place to start.
She looked into his eyes in the mirror that he was sitting in front of. There was a soft, resigned sort of sadness in her gaze that twisted in Frek’s heart.
“You’re not the only half-blood, you know.”
That was not what he expected her to say. She looked human, apart from her hair, but she worked in a groomer’s, and he’d assumed it was a dye job like his was.
“How did you know I’m a half-blood?” he asked, curious. Most people had no idea. Or weren’t observant enough to pick it up. Which made his job of hiding in plain sight easier.
Alita tilted her head slightly to the side while keeping her gaze glued to his in the mirror.
“You have the eyes of an Allorian, but you don’t have the golden skin and golden hair. So, Frek, what do you need from me?”
He looked away from her probing gaze and felt for the first time in a long time, warmth spread across his cheeks. Embarrassment wasn’t something he usually felt when talking about his heat, but for some reason, with Alita, he felt like a horny teenager again, struggling with the overwhelming need of his first rut.
“I’m in rut, and I need a partner for the next twenty hours or so.”
A glance back at her eyes and he was trapped by the swirling heat he saw in her gaze. His cock thickened another few degrees, telling him he was running out of time. Soft, gentle hands landed on his shoulders, and Frek felt a jolt of electricity run through him at the simple touch.
“Maybe we can help each other then,” Alita said.
“What do you mean?” he asked warily.
Fingers dug into his shoulders for a brief moment before relaxing again.
“I can’t return to my home until I’m pregnant. You are fertile, and I need a baby. If we help each other, we both come out with what we need.”
Frek opened and closed his mouth in shock. Fuck! Heat cascaded through his body, and his dick went from its semi-rigid state to rock-solid in a nanosecond. It appeared his body was on board with the idea of impregnating the beautiful female.
“Why would you want to bear the child of an alien? Why are you not on your homeworld pregnant to one of your males?”
The hands she had on his shoulders stroked over until she could rub her thumbs up and down his neck. It was incredibly distracting and arousing, sending blood pumping into his already pulsing erection.
“I take after my human mother, and I do not produce the hormone needed to activate the young Borakoy males, hence no sex and no pregnancy. A mature male will not consider me for a wife until it is proven that I can successfully carry a child.”
“So you won’t be rejected by your people for carrying an alien baby? What will your husband think of a child who carries the genes of four species?”
The thumbs stroking against his neck stilled for a moment before restarting their torturous stroking.
“No, I would never be rejected by my people for carrying your child, but the second thing? I’m not sure. Out of the twenty-six males bidding for my hand, I know of at least three who would not accept an alien’s child into their homes. But I think they will have retracted their bids when they learned I was going off-world to try and get pregnant. Frek, any child we create, will be raised in love and be given the same opportunities in life that any other citizen of Borakoy would have.”
“How can you be so sure?” he pressed. He needed to make sure any child of his would be raised in an environment where it would flourish and be happy. It was part of his genetic make-up to care for his young, and it would be highly unlikely that he would ever see his child. He needed to know before he agreed.
Alita let out a deep sigh. “Because my father will make it so. He loves every single one of his children, including my human brother and all of his grandchildren. He will not allow a male to marry me who will not accept my child and raise it as his own as he did with my brother.” She paused and looked into his eyes in the mirror, searching for something, then shook her head with a small smile and added, “My father is the Emperor of Borakoy if I ask him to find me a husband who will love our child as his own he will do it, because he wants to see me happy, and nothing would make me happier than being at home with my family married to a male who accepts me and my baby.”
By the time she finished speaking, the shock of her revelation had worn off, and Frek was grinning into the mirror.
“Well, Princess, I agree. On one condition.”
She tilted her head to one side and said, “What condition?”
“If you have a boy, you would need to notify me as he will be the heir to the throne of Alloria. If I fail to find a mate and produce another heir, I will have to come and collect him to take his place.”
Frek almost laughed out loud at the shocked look on Alita’s face. She hadn’t disguised it nearly as well as he had. It only took a few moments before a smile split her lips and a husky chuckle rolled through her setting his cock to pulsing wildly.
“Father will be thrilled. He’s been trying to buy my brother a royal wife for years. If I come home pregnant with the heir of Alloria, he will think all his Christmas’s have come at once. All right, Frek, let’s get this hair done so we can get to the fun.”
Frek didn’t know what a Christmas was, but he was glad they had it settled, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on Alita’s hot little body. And it wasn’t just because his rut was forcing him to.
By the time he had sat, and she had treated his hair, the groomers were filled with staff and clients, and Frek was vibrating with need. Every little touch and stroke Alita had delivered as she’d worked on his hair had driven the urgency of his rut towards a point where he wasn’t sure he could control himself.
Walking to the pay station proved uncomfortable in the extreme with his cock thick to bursting.
“How long until you are free to leave?” he asked Alita as she processed his payment.
“I can leave now. I was free to go once everyone returned from lunch.”
Frek barely stopped himself from grabbing her and dragging her out of the groomers. He walked his desire and need fiercely leashed behind Alita as she made her way to her quarters. Frek was relieved that she didn’t dawdle. It seemed either she was aware of how tightly wound he was or wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Her scent hit him as he followed her through the door to her quarters, lightly floral and a hint of musk. He groaned low in his throat, and it took all his control not to drop to his knees.
The door slid shut behind him, and Alita stopped in the center of her living area with her back to him. She toed off her slip-on shoes and lifted her tunic up and off. The pale creamy expanse of her back was only covered by the long cerise plait that hung down her back.
His own hair, now bright orange, had been returned to the plait he had it in when he had entered the groomers.
Frek couldn’t take his gaze off Alita as she reached for the waist of her tight leggings and pushed them and her underwear down her legs. He caught a tiny glimpse of her cunt as she bent at the waist to push her clothing down.
“Fuck!” he growled as his hands spasmed into fists.
Once she was free of her clothes, she straightened and turned to look at him.
Another deep groan slid up Frek’s throat as he caught sight of the delicate, swirling designs marked on her upper thigh, groin, and mound–cerise to matched her hair and the tiny tuft she had at the apex of her thighs.
“Where do you want me, Frek? You can have me any way you like.”
Frek let go of the tight control he’d been holding himself together with and stalked towards her slowly. He slipped his leather jacket from his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. His fitted top followed, his boots he’d worry about later. He needed to be inside her, and he hoped like fuck she was close to being ready.
His pheromones filled the air, a thick, heavy musk that most scent sensitive species would find irresistible. But he didn’t know how a human and a Borakoy would react to them.
He reached for her as he stepped into her space, slid his hands into the hair on either side of her face, and tilted her back for his kiss. There was no hesitancy, no tentative exploring. Frek devoured her. Her taste exploded across his tongue as he thrust into her mouth and tangled his tongue with hers.
Frek groaned, fuck. She tasted good. She almost tasted like his, like a mate, but there was something not quite right. It didn’t stop him from losing his head, though. Missing the last two ruts hadn’t given him the hormonal release he needed, and now his body was flooded.
He had her on the floor in seconds, spurred on by her moans and whimpers. His body settled over hers, his thigh between hers pressing against the heat of her. He stroked his hand down her body, only barely able to take note of the fact that she had the softest skin he’d ever touched. Her breast molded into his hand perfectly, the tight nipple pressing against his palm.
Alita gasped as he brushed his fingers across her nipple, and he swallowed the small sound. A slight tug and she arched into him, a whimper telling him she liked what he was doing. Fuck he hoped she was ready. There was only one way to find out.
A light skim of his fingers over her stomach caused a quiver of muscles, then he was delving between her legs. It was his turn to groan into her mouth as he discovered her slick, wet cunt. He slid his finger into her tight depths, and his cock jerked. Oh, fuck, he wanted in there. He wanted to feel her hot silk closing around him, fisting him as he fucked her.
He slid a second finger in, and Alita’s hips arched up under him as a soft cry filled his mouth. He pressed his thumb against her clit and circled softly, feeling her muscles clench around his fingers. Frek worked her, teasing her clit as he fucked her with his fingers feeling her slick, hot cunt tighten around him.
Alita ripped her mouth from his and cried out as her back arched, and her heat clenched around his fingers. Tight spasms that Frek knew were going to feel fucking awesome when she came on his cock.
With quick hurried movements, he pulled his hand from her wet heat and opened his pants. He groaned with relief as his cock sprang free, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of pressing against the slick opening of Alita’s cunt.
A surge of his hips and he was enveloped in her tight heat, realizing too late the thin barrier that had blocked his way. Alita’s sharp cry of pain told him everything. Remorse filled him thick and fast.
“Oh, sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?” Frek caressed Alita’s cheek, wiping the tears away that slid from her eyes.
She clung to him with fingers gripping him tightly and her body trembling.
“I didn’t think it mattered, and I didn’t expect it to hurt so much,” she replied, a quaver in her voice.
Frek rested his weight on one forearm, his body pressed against Alita’s softness. He trailed the tips of his fingers gently over her cheek and tipped her chin up to look him in the eye.
“You have honored me with your gift, Alita. I will cherish it always.” He took a deep breath and steeled himself against her answer. “Do you want me to stop?”
It was killing him to lie there with his aching cock buried in her tight heat, and it would be the hardest thing he would ever have to do, but he would stop if she wanted him to. He’d have to go to the whores, but Alita’s comfort was more important than a bit of money.
“No, I don’t want you to stop. I want a baby, Frek, and I want to go home. Please, use me for your rut. I’ll be fine.”
He looked down into her blue eyes, searching for the truth of her words. When he only found clear honesty, he sighed in relief. Thank fuck for that. He almost said it out loud but caught himself at the last moment.
With a groan, he swooped down and pulled her into a heated, wet kiss. He ground his hips against hers, not moving but pressing on her clit. With gentle fingers, he stroked her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak, before tugging on it gently, then more insistently.
She felt so good under him, her skin soft and smooth, her cunt tight, wet and hot. He was already thinking about how good she was going to taste when he went down on her. If her cunt tasted half as good as her mouth, he was in for a treat.
When Alita started to rock her hips against him in insistent little movements, and she was moaning low in her throat, he knew it was time to see if she could cope with a little more.
With a shift of his hips, he withdrew a little and pressed back in. He dragged his lips from hers and couldn’t stop the groan that welled in his chest.
“So fucking tight, Alita. Do you have any idea how good you feel?” he growled.
He thrust again, a little harder this time, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back in. Fuck she had the sweetest cunt he’d ever felt. Tight, hot, and silky with her honey. She gripped him and caressed his length, her sheath fluttering around him.
Frek set up a slow, steady rhythm that was far slower than he wanted. He watched her face for signs of pain, but all he could see was a dazed pleasure. A pink flush lit her cheeks with color as she gasped and moaned the sweetest little sounds with every thrust.
Increasing his pace a little, he grunted at the jolt of pleasure that shot through his cock into his balls. He wasn’t going to last much longer. The first time during his rut was always quick, but he couldn’t go without Alita.
He reached down and thumbed her clit, pressing and rolling, spreading her honey over the small bud and feeling the squeeze of her cunt as she headed towards release.
“Come, Lita, come on my cock, and I’ll fill your hot little cunt with my seed,” he growled.
The bite of her nails in his shoulders almost sent him over the edge, almost made him lose his tightly held control. The pressure built, the need to come almost overpowering, until he felt the first spasm of her cunt. Her low, throbbing moan and the arch of her back was enough for him to let go with a deep groan of pleasure.
He thrust a few short sharp jerks of his hips as he came inside the fluttering heat of Alita’s cunt. Dropping down onto her, he pressed kisses to the side of her neck.
Her arms encircled his shoulders, her hands smoothing over the bare skin of his back, sending pleasure arcing down his spine. A low hum brought him up to look down into Alita’s happy blue eyes.
“Can we do that again?” she asked.
It started as a low chuckle and ended as a full-on belly laugh. Freck grinned down at the princess before leaning down for a slower, sweeter kiss.
“Yes, Lita, you have me for the next twenty hours, at least. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t want to do it again,” he replied when he pulled back.
And he would have been. If she’d wanted him to go, he would have, but he was relieved to find her still determined to help him with his rut.
The following twenty-two hours was the most pleasurable rut Frek had ever had. He left an exhausted Alita in her bed, a smile on her face, and the stern instruction to contact him on the Fallen Star if she had a boy.
Frek whistled a low, happy tune as he made his way back to the ship. He had a strong feeling he’d be seeing Alita again. And the way she’d felt and tasted was so close to being his mate he had a feeling the next time he saw her, he might finally find the female who was destined to be his.
Maybe he’d even call his parents and encourage them to develop a friendly relationship with the Borakoy. His mother would be thrilled to know she would soon be a grandma.