The Gorison Traveler Incident (Veslor Mates #1) Read online

  “The human females stretch inside to accommodate a male. I was gentle, and I fit easily. She’s not harmed. I asked her. She initiated copulation the second and third time. Vivian wouldn’t have done so if my size was uncomfortable for her.” He turned to Ruggler. “Go on. Ask your questions. You always have the most.”

  Ruggler grinned. “Are they like our females?” He pointed at his lap.

  “Different. Pink. Delicate, with a fleshy bump near where we enter them. It’s extremely sensitive. She needs a light touch when I rub it, and it makes her well-oiled. And humans don’t snarl in pleasure. Instead, she makes soft keening noises of encouragement.” His chest puffed with pride. “Then she screams my name when I complete her.” He reached up and rubbed one ear. “Pull away a bit when that happens. My ear is still ringing a little.” He chuckled. “Though, I’m not complaining.”

  “What about how they feel?”

  He knew Ruggler would ask that next. “Also different, but immensely pleasurable.”

  “How so?” That was Nessel. It was rare for him to care enough to ask anything. But at the moment, the male was watching him intently.

  Brassi considered the question. “She’s soft inside. Extremely tight, but soft.” He touched his skin. “Not like our flesh; in a different way. I enjoyed being inside her so much, it was difficult for me to hold back from spilling until after she was completed. It’s that pleasurable.”

  “Are we like their males?” Yoniv asked, getting another plate of food.

  “Their males don’t have a yunce. Vivian was very curious about that. She felt mine.”

  Vassi drew his attention by gasping. “You allowed her to touch you near your seed sac?”

  “She has no claws. She wasn’t going to accidently tear my sac. Their males don’t have any protection there. And she enjoys them. The top one rubs against her fleshy sensitive part while I’m copulating with her. We tried one of her human positions, but she likes being taken from behind better. My yunce rubs up against her the most that way. Can I return to her now? I’ll answer more of your questions later. I want to mate her.”

  “Why the quill?” Vassi released his arm.

  He felt a little embarrassed by that. “This form is pleasing to her…but my battle form makes her nervous.”

  “It’s still you,” Nessel grumbled, looking offended.

  “It is, but she made a good point. We don’t copulate with our own females when they are in their battle form, and we’re not. It would be strange. It’s odd for her to think of me changing forms to copulate with her, when humans don’t shift.”

  “Makes sense.” Yoniv sat at the table again, digging into his food. “Did you tell her that part of your body will remain the same?”

  Brassi nodded.

  Vassi frowned. “We’re not aware if they are breeding compatible. Are you certain you’re willing to give up becoming a father if Vivian can’t have your cubs?”

  “She’s mine. Copulating locked me to her. It was already difficult not to change forms, and I had to battle to keep control. She wanted some quill first.”

  “Scussusk,” Nessel hissed.

  Brassi shoved the bottle of quill at his brother, stomped over to the male, grabbed him, and yanked him out of his seat. He pinned him to the nearest bulkhead to snarl in his face.

  Nessel opened his hands, not fighting back. “Not against your mate.”

  “Then why utter the curse?”

  “You said copulating with the female locked you to her. Will that happen to any of our males? We lose the choice to walk away after copulating with a human?” He looked terrified at the idea. “Maybe these aliens can force us to lock on to them with their bodies.”

  He released Nessel and backed off. “I felt the pull before we copulated. I held back the urge, but being intimate with her broke my resolve to resist. Stop being so paranoid, Nessel.”

  “I will volunteer to find out,” Kavs chuckled. “To see if copulating with one of these Earthling females causes us to mate them. Brassi looked well satisfied with the experience—until you infuriated him. I’ve never seen him happier than when he entered the room.”

  Nessel flashed his teeth, adjusted his clothing, and returned to his seat. “You would. Foolish.”

  Brassi took the bottle of quill from his brother and left the common room, hurrying back to his quarters. The door opened, and he spied Vivian already lying in their bed.

  He’d changed the settings on the interior doors, and she liked to keep them open. He didn’t, since she was currently nude, and anyone happening down the hallway might have glimpsed her as he entered. He rushed inside before anyone could come along. That sight was his alone.

  “Is that your alien booze?”

  He nodded, stopping at the side of the bed. “Are you certain you wish to try it? It’s strong.”

  She sat up and reached for the bottle. “I’ll take a drink and see how it goes.” She accepted it, studying the lid.

  “Twist.”

  She did, and opened it. “Do you have a glass?”

  “We just drink from it.”

  “Shared bottle, huh? When in Rome.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It’s a saying that means to do something that others are doing; that it’s fine even if it’s different from what you’re used to.” She smiled and put the lip of the bottle to her mouth, taking a sip. She lowered it fast and gasped, her eyes widening. She blew out a sharp breath. “Wow. That’s got a kick. It’s burning all the way down to my belly.”

  He snatched the bottle from her, concerned. “It’s hurting you? I’ll get Vassi!”

  She grabbed his wrist. “I’m fine. It’s just an expression. I’m not really burning.”

  He refused to give her the bottle again. “Our females don’t drink quill. Maybe you shouldn’t, either.”

  She hesitated but then handled over the lid. “Maybe not.” Her eyes looked watery.

  “Let me call Vassi.”

  “No. I’m good. That stuff is just strong. How much can you drink?” Her gaze darted up and down his body. “Probably all of it.”

  He put the lid on the quill and sat it on the table next to his bed. “No. Just a few swallows. Quill is potent. One bottle lasts our males quite a while.”

  “When do you drink?”

  “For celebrations, like when we make a very profitable trade. We all took drinks when we returned from your vessel after fighting the Ke’ters. None of us were injured. It was a good day. It’s tradition with our males. Everyone will drink once we mate.”

  She smiled. “That’s kinda sweet. Your crew will want to celebrate that?”

  “I’ll be the first one of us to mate. We all wish to find a female to claim. And I’ve found you.” He sat at the edge of the bed and took her hand.

  “Do they know that we’re going to become mates?”

  “Yes. I told them.”

  “How did they take it? Were they shocked or upset because I’m not a Veslor?”

  “No.” He decided to confess something to her. “Remember when sometimes we’d switch languages on your vessel? They were teasing me about my strong attraction to you, and giving me tips on how to gain your interest in return.”

  She didn’t look angry. Instead, she smiled. “Really?”

  He nodded. “They are happy for us. Curious, too.”

  “I bet they are. I totally understand. I mean, I selected my profession because of my curiosity about alien races and the differences between us. I’ve always been fascinated by the unknown.”

  “Are you ready to find out how mating is done?”

  “I’m still nervous…but I want to do this with you. That quill stuff is already working. I feel a little tipsy.”

  “What is that?”

  “A good thing. A little drunk. Not too much, but relaxed. It did what it was supposed to do.”

  He stood and shoved down his pants, the only clothing he wore. His gaze darted around the room, and he grabbed pillows h