The Black

“….. James?”

Lyrian repeated, clearly getting worried as Mac stood frozen ‘it’s too soon, oh gods, it’s too soon… what if..’

Her panicked thoughts were interrupted, “….. whoa…” Mac let out, his features unfreezing and his face taking on an expression she had not seen before. He slowly approached her…. “you… your… whoa…” Mac breathed out slowing moving his eyes over every inch of her body… it made her shiver slightly.

“Is this what you want?” She heard Mac ask gently, and she focused on his eyes. Macs icy blue eyes were locked on her pale silver ones. “I don’t want you to feel rushed.”

She took a few strides toward him, uncurling her tail and pushing her arm down from covering her breasts. Mac inhaled sharply as she revealed the last of herself to him, slowly walked up until her chest was pressed up against his. Then she slowly activated the Nanite seal on his void suit and ‘unzipping’ it, as Mac had once called it…. pulling it down to his waist. Pressing herself against his warm chest, she pressed her forehead to his.

Her voice was barely above a whisper, “It is. This is the part I feared would scare you away. The Part I pray works.” She paused, and took a deep breath, “For a Delmar, being paired is a legal apparatus, but there is more. Delmar are a semi telepathic and an imprinting species.” She paused, reaching for his arms and wrapping them around herself as she wrapped her tail around his waist. Lyrian held his eyes locked in hers, “This imprinting… we call it ‘the claiming’…. its matriarchal James… marriages are arraigned, but the female decides who she imprints on… and when done.. it is done, mind, body, and soul. The only thing left is to finish it after the legal part is done… which is like this. She leaned in, and their lips met, but this time she opened her mouth. Their tongues intertwined for a micro eternity before she pulled away, biting his lower lip just enough to draw a drop of blood with what humans would call ‘fangs’ on a cat..

“You are mine.” she whispered breathlessly from the kiss. She felt a fizz in the back of her mind as it reached out to his, and she prayed she could find him. In their entire recorded history, very few Delmar had ever successfully claimed a non-Delmar… “I had chosen you… the night before you learned that your world was lost to you. I was going to tell you that the next day.. It’s why my mother interrupted us while we were listening to your uncles Jazz. She wanted to talk me out of it.”

Mac reached up, tracing a finger around an areola then down the side of her breast. Then the back of the same hand traced the outline of her slender body, down her side until it was pressed against the small of her back. Her body shuddered as a whispered moan escaped her lips. His breath was long but heavy. She felt it. The hunger. He wanted her. The realization swept over her as flickers of his emotions began to bleed through a hazy connection.

Mac opened his mouth to say something, but Lyrian locked her lips on his, pulling for a deeper kiss. A small eternity passes as she began to feed her primal need for contact with her mate, the link was slowly solidifying, and she began to feel something ancient awaken in Mac as his warm powerful hands explored her body.

The two of them finally came up for air. Lyrian’s voice was but a whisper, “… James… know this… Since that day… I could no more resist you than I could refuse to breathe…. I need this.. I need you, James… more than air itself.”

Mac gently separated himself from her, took a couple of steps toward the door, she began to worry as he keyed the lock on the door. His emotions were a roaring bonfire of passion, ripping into her mind as they broiled off of him, and Lyrian’s heart raced with equal part fear and desire.

Lyrian found herself frozen stock, helpless even to move as Mac turned and pierced her with his gaze. A flicker of fear flashed through her as she recognized the unbridled desire she had awakened. “Then you will have me.” He rumbled, eyes flashing the predator. Her breath caught in her throat as he dropped all pretenses. Before her, all the mannerisms, the masks he had developed over the weeks to fit in with the crew, fell away. He stalked over to her with silent footsteps, and she felt every bit the hunted prey that she had just become. To see and feel him like this was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her breath quickened, breasts heaving as he got closer. He shed the lower half of his suit as he strode, scooping her motionless form into a bridle Carry without breaking that slow methodical stride, his left hand just brushing her left breast as he carried her to the bed.

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She was so light. Mac slowly walked to the bed first deeply kissing Lyrian, then slowly kissing his way down the right side of her neck until he got to where her neck met her slender, soft skinned shoulder. On a hunch, he very gently gave her a nip which caused her whole body to shudder as she grabbed the back of his head and wrapped her tail around his waist as another barely audible moan escaped her.

He laid her down on the bed, then crawled over her as she spread her thighs to him. Delmar females were indeed completely hairless outside of their mane. Mac slowly lowered himself down barely hovering over her, mindful of his status of being from significantly higher gravity... he would not hurt her… . He began kissing down the left side of her neck, finishing with the same gentle nip. This time he had combined it with running the soft part of the finger tips of his left hand down the outside of her breast, down to her waist and back up again. A louder moan escaped her lips and her body arched to meet his, her tail tightened around his waist as her hips pushed up to meet him. Her sex touched his shaft and both of them shuddered as if electrocuted. She rubbed herself on him for a moment before opening her eyes looking deeply into his.

“….. please… “ she gasped.

His response was to wrap an arm around her waist, lifting her ever so gently up to where her she was aligned gently upon the tip of his shaft. She gasped at the pressure.. and he paused. Lyrian opened her eyes. And locked them on his. And slowly began grinding her hips, working him around her entrance. She was soaked. Soon so was he. He let out a shudder, and she knew. She pulled his head towards hers until their noses touched. Lips barely brushing each other.

Then she nodded…

Her body exploded with electricity as he pressed passed her entrance. Her prehensile tail involuntarily clenched down on his waist. Her back arched driving him a bit further into her, as she started panting. “….more” she begged.

With Mac’s arm around her waist, he pressed down in one smooth motion, slowly driving himself into the hilt. Lyrian let out a long moan as he bottomed out, their hips pressed together, her legs wrapped around him like a vice..

“Oh my gods! “ she breathed. Then Mac did something new. He leaned down, still completely still, as he let her body get used to his manhood. He gently ran his lips over one nipple. Then the next. Her body spasmed, Her sex gripping at his manhood, her back arching. And she let out a low scream.

Mac grunted as her intrusion into his mind flickered with the first hints of her emotions... He froze as her passion whispered into his mind. ‘What the fuck’.

“What… what was that…” he panted as she calmed down slightly, her body still wrapped around him.

“It’s…… ooooooo…. It’s.. the bonding.. semi telepathic …. We can feel each ……other… in here..” she touched over his heart “and here” she touched their foreheads together “not just here“ she worked her hips a little, rocking his manhood around inside her “no.. scare… don’t be… scared…” she panted.

It was strengthening now. He could feel her emotions more strongly now that he knew what to look for. “Am I…. Your first?” He panted, slowly beginning to move a little, Sliding in and out ever so slightly. She gave another shudder and began working her hips in time. “Yes… “she said between gasps, “we wait…. The claiming too strong to risk… Oooo….” She never finished speaking as Mac started sucking on her breasts as he began to make his thrusts longer, and stronger. Keeping the same slow cadence, but working up to where he was pulling almost completely out of her, before driving back into her. He kept slow, aware of how easily he could break her. She was his. His to protect. His to care for.. His to love. That emotion almost sent him to climax as Lyrian felt it too and bucked in a screaming earth-shattering orgasm.

“…. Wha!… OOOOooo gods!!” Was all she got out, Mac’s slow pace taking over once more. He alternated between her breasts and her neck and her lips, saving his little nips for when he felt her close to climax through the link. Mac slowly lost track of time, every moment their own eternity of passion, and discovery, and ecstasy…….

He felt her building again. This one was different. Her pleasure started building with his own. He had been close for a while easing down to keep going as Lyrians climaxes would subside. But he wasn’t going to be able to do that this time. She started flexing herself on him. Her body begged at him as he moved inside her. Her legs and hips began shaking uncontrollably as her moans and his began to get louder.

He crossed the point of no return just as Lyrians body arched, she pressed his head to her breasts and began to come. Harder this time. Her sex pulsing and flexing on him as he kept his thrusting going just a few moments longer before her shuddering bucking hips received their reward. Mac pressed himself into her until their hips pressed together and exploded.

Lyrian had felt him building, she felt him go over the edge as he drove deeper into her than she thought possible and emptied himself into her. The heat from his seed and his emotions as he climaxed overwhelmed her…. It drove her over the edge a final time, as she arched up into him. She began shaking uncontrollably as their combined waves of pleasure crashed against each other.

Mac barely made it to her side, so as to not crush her, before passing out next to her unconscious body.

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two hours later, Mac woke up, to an angel of Silver laced with Orange stirring and mumbling from her position next to him. Her right arm and leg draped themselves across him, perfect breasts pressed against him. Tail curled around his right leg.

Mac looked down on his wife, no, his Life mate.. his soul.. he could feel it through her… he hadn’t felt that since…. Since his first mission during the GSW. she was too perfect, too fragile compared to him. He ran his fingers down her slander flank. Her skin was soft as velvet, completely hairless. He could feel slight...... something’s that seemed to follow the patterns of her coloration across her body.

“Hmm that’s heavenly…” came a musical coo from perfection resting her head on his chest.

“What are these…“ Mac asked. Running his fingers along the slight textures on the side of her breast and flank.

“They are me.” she coo’d back.

He rumbled a chuckle, “well, As much as I would love to lay here forever… I need to use the little boy’s room.”

She giggled a little as he got up and walked to the shower, pressing the button that triggered the privacy field and slid out the toilet. Traveler was big, but space was still to be conserved.

He finished and washed, dropping the field and turning to see Lyrian, wrapped in the bed sheet, slowly picking over the now cold food on the pallet. She put each top back on each entree in turn then pressed a button. The floating platform hummed for a moment. Steam , and delicious aroma, rose from the dishes once more.

“Oh that’s a neat trick” mac walked over pushing the platform over to the bed as Lyrian climbed back in to it. Spreading the sheets back out but still covering up

“Oh we can’t have that “ Mac smiling and evil grin, bearing All his teeth. Then snatching the sheets away from her. she chased after the stolen coverings only to be scooped up in a powerful warm fondling embrace as their lips met. She melted in his arms, and Mac released her after a moment. He slid in behind her to sit, wrapping his arms around her from Behind as she gruffed about the lost sheets. The pout did not last but a moment as Lyrian realized she had a warm muscular replacement already wrapped around her. She leaned into him, soaking up his body’s warmth.

“You’re are mine,” he whispered into her ear as the pecked at the food, “and I like to see, and touch” he ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh “what is mine”

She gave a squeak as his fingers brushed her sex, he noticed and returned them as he made small swirling motions making Lyrian lose control for a moment, arching into him as he worked.

“But.. I’m… oh gods…. Hungry… “ she panted as he withdrew.

“I could use some too.” He admitted.

They both picked at the food, neither eating a large portion as they noticed that Martin had been his usual crafty self and selected a menu that were easy bite sized dishes.

They were both finished, drinking some water when Lyrian wiggled down into Macs lap, and found him ready again.. pressed up against her ass and lower back. She leaned back into him and coo’d, “let me,” raised herself up, smoothly sliding down to bury him deep inside her from where they sat.

Mac grunted, “oh fuck” and Lyrian looked over her shoulder, “it’s my turn, now lean back and don’t you dare move” she growled at him playfully.

“Yes… ma’am…OH, shit” was his response as he leaned back on his elbows.

Lyrian did not start bouncing. She slowly flexed herself on him and released with her hips moving in time. She slowly stirred him around inside her, slowly working him in deep circles with her hips, squeezing and releasing as she went. She felt him building through their link.. and she slowed down even more. Gently keeping time with her hips, she worked him over slowly. Building him until he was riding the edge of a bridge too far.. she slowed down further… Holding him there… working her hips just enough to keep him from finishing until she felt herself building. She started building quickly. She could feel it. He was not Delmar, and that meant he was considerably bigger. Reaching deep into her when fully in. She could feel her sex open up as she kept slowing working the tip of Mac’s manhood in slow deep squeezing circles inside.

She was there now. On the edge with him. She could hear him breathing raggedly, pressure building. She quickened her pace. Just that little bit and he crested. A deep groan came from behind her as Mac sat up and wrapped his arms around her as her body arched once more. he pulled her down to himself as his lips found her neck. she came with him, somehow managing to keep her rythm from failing her. Her body pulled at him, drinking in everything he could give her. He obliged until they both collapsed, unable to move.

They did not wake up until morning.