And then I dream of her.
She is naked. Since I have never seen her without clothes, her nakedness is rather blurry but the feeling is there. The excitement of having her against me, skin on skin, is palpable. Her face is flushed, and she lets out one of those ringing little laughs of hers. She says my name— “Kila,” she sighs. “Yes, oh yes, Kila…”
Then I am seeing the video we showed her, of the human couple fucking like wild animals. Except it is me there, stripped down to nothing and humping the female. And it is Ella that has her face pressed against the floor, while I slam my cock into her from behind. She cries out, saying my name over and over again.
When I wake up, my cock is hard and I am on my stomach, grinding my hips into the blanket beneath me. As soon as I am aware of what I am doing, I jolt upright and roll right off the bed frame. I reach down to touch between my legs, utterly alarmed. Sure enough, my cock is engorged and aching with a sweet pain I have never felt before. I stare at the clock. It is almost noon and the rest of the team has left me here as promised.
I rub against my pants, trying to relieve the pressure, but that pressure only seems to build. Do I ignore it? Or must I do something about it? My imagined version of Ella dances in the back of my mind, still fresh from my recent dreams.
I am already being treated like Deviant, am I not? I push down my pants and grip my cock as I think of her face. What would she look like if I had her undressed before me? I rest my head back on the ground and recall the shape of her in that black dress she wore. Then I mentally push the fabric up slowly. Perhaps she would laugh a little bit? That seems right… She likes to smile and laugh…
I begin working my hand over my cock, pressing harder until it feels right, bucking my hips into my own grip and imagining I am between her thighs. I groan as a rewarding feeling starts up. A feeling like I am get closer to something very good. My motions become more furious and my mind becomes even more depraved. What must it feel like to be inside her? This causes me to shudder and fist my cock even harder until my pleasure peaks for an indescribable, extended moment of sheer ecstasy. Seed shoots from the tip of my cock and coats both myself and the floor.
Panting, I just lay there for a little while. Great Ka, I feel I’ve crossed a strange barrier from which there is no return.
When I eventually come to some sense, I curse aloud and search for something to clean myself off. All the while, my sick mind is ticking away, plotting. I must see her. I must talk with her. I must make a plan to get to her.
When I pull myself together and dress, my own reflection is a startling sight. My skin has taken on a rosy undertone. I stumble to my small box of toiletries and retrieve a sewing needle. I stab my arm and sure enough, I bleed red rather than blue. I want to laugh or cry, or maybe just lay down and rub my cock again like a lunatic. It seems the Kali’Ka has chosen a mate for me like a Great House warrior from Archaic Kar’Kal. Ella Sacco will be mine, or I will surely lose what little sense I have left. I must see her, and all other factors are of little consequence to me.
Chapter 9
Ella
On Friday, the atmosphere in the lab is tense. Kila is gone, and the others wear grim expressions. Thankfully, they don’t seem to blame me at all, but rather speak of Kila as though he has lost his mind completely or even as if he’s dead. Their first order of the day is to test themselves in their weird giant microwave box.
“We would like to test you as well, if that’s alright,” Kiva says politely. “I am so very sorry that this has happened to you Ella-vi. I can’t imagine what you think of us.”
“Yes, that’s fine, I don’t mind,” I tell him. Mori is currently in the box, lying down while Pakka processes the computer’s readings. “And it’s not anything to apologize for. In fact, I don’t see what all the fuss is about. Kila was very kind to me when he expressed his attraction. I’ve had human men scream at me from the other side of the street, so I’m not sure why Kila has to be locked up.”
“Scream at you?” he repeats, bewildered. “In an attempt to mate with you? And you still feel safe walking down the street?”
“I can’t very well stay in my house forever,” I joke.
He shakes his head. “Do these males ever have success with this tactic? Screaming at unknown females in a public space?”
“Probably not.”
He’s perplexed to say the least and turns to scribble this as a note on his tap-pad. “Then why do they do it, I wonder…”
“Look, Kiva,” I say, lowering my voice. “You guys weren’t hard on him, were you?”
“I am not sure what this means. Hard on him?”
“You weren’t mean, right?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair. “Did you make him feel bad about it? It seems like he was really beating himself up over this, and I just think his feelings might be hurt if his friends didn’t give him support, you know?”
“There are no hurting of feelings on Kar’Kal, Ella-vi. Kila is not well, and we are going to fix him,” he states as though this were the simplest fact in the world.
“And Kila, he accepted the fact that he has to stay inside until he can get fixed?”
Kiva looks uncomfortable as he attempts to process what I’m getting at. “No,” he admits. “He was angry, but that is because he unwell. He is not in his right mind.”
I purse my lips and let it go before I make the guy sweat. I sit back and watch as the rest of the Kar’Kali take their turns in the box. By the end of the day, they’ve analyzed the read-outs twenty times over and have come to the conclusion that none of their suppressors are working. While Kila’s levels are the only wild ones in the bunch, none of their hormones are being suppressed at the low level that their home system expects. They all act as though they’ve received a death threat from the mafia.
“Ella, you must now be the only woman we encounter,” Pakka says once they’ve come to terms with the facts. “Considering the Kali’Ka has clearly marked you as Kila’s mate, I can assume the four of us are safe in your presence. Please notify Jen that we cannot communicate with her in person until further notice. I propose we wait until the building has emptied before we head to the comm line this evening.”
His teammates are nodding their heads. “Woah woah woah,” I say. “What do you mean? Marked? As mate?”
“I’m sorry, but the damage has been done. Kila is obviously experiencing the ancient mating call. And you are his mate. In fact, Mori, get your tap-pad now and message him an update assuring him that we will be running late and that Ella is safe. If he thinks for a moment that something is wrong, he will seek to ensure Ella is physically protected, like a barbarian.” Pakka paces the room, eyes roaming the walls as if searching all the possible outcomes.
I breathe in through my nose to make sure oxygen is still getting to my brain. “What? WHAT?!”
“In fact,” he adds, ignoring my sudden panic. “Call the security center and ask if they can have a guard posted at our building. He might even now be planning how to get to her.”
Mori chuckles. “One guard? Do you forget that Kila was once left behind by forces in an Azza mining city and managed to return to Kar’Kal by crossing their desert, stealing a shipping freighter on the opposite side of the planet, and then bombing their base to down their mission control?”