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  His long, thick cock was fully erect and looked like it needed serious attention. Then I looked up into his beautiful face which I had memorized with my eyes and my touch. His dark teal eyes burned with passion.

  We smiled, just looking at each other. I don’t know which one of us moved first, but I was in his arms within seconds, kissing his throat between his collarbones. Rubbing his sides and back, I planted kisses all over his broad, muscular chest and paused to nibble and suck on his male nipples. Everything about his taut, muscular body attracted me, and I wanted to taste him everywhere.

  He sighed and growled as I worked my way down his body to his impressive phallus, kneeling on the floor front of him. I wanted to pleasure him with my mouth, but his size limited what I could do. I used the tip of my tongue to swipe a drop of pre-cum from the tip then laved the head while he caressed my hair. I delighted in the soft, silky feel of it on top of the hardness when I had kissed and tasted every inch of it, I went back to suck the head while stroking its length with my hand and massaging his testes.

  Very soon he stopped me, gripped my upper arms and lifted me up like I weighed almost nothing. The feral look in his eyes told me I was going to be fucked and fucked hard. My pussy contracted virtually dripping with anticipation.

  Faigon pressed me against the wall and leaned hard against me, so I didn’t slide down. I put my legs on his hips, holding his gaze and giving him a slight nod that I was ready for him. His cock filled me with one slick move, and he just pinned me there while he took my hands and held them against the door with his fingers laced with mine.

  He flexed his hips so that the flesh over his cock rubbed against my sensitive bud. The look he gave me was so alpha male and exciting that I started to breathe a little faster in anticipation. His mouth fastened to mine and his tongue slid inside to dominate and conquer. He punctuated the onslaught with hard thrusts of his cock. My senses were all attuned to every point of pressure applied by his body from which waves of pleasure emanated through me.

  Each thrust felt so exquisite I could only moan and sigh my approval of his sexual prowess. Mine! Mine! Mine! It was both a word and a feeling that echoed in my mind each time Faigon slammed his cock into me. Then I came hard, and I think my mind went blank as he slowed his thrusts just a little. He took me through multiple orgasms before he came and I shared yet another climax with him. We both cried out in ecstasy when that happened, and I hoped the cell was soundproofed.

  Of course, the whole team knew we were in there mating in our sexual bonding frenzy.

  Faigon released my hands and framed my face in his, kissing me tenderly first my lips and then my face and neck. He moved back from the door, supporting my back with his hands and dragged his lips across my chest to my right nipple and took it into his mouth sucking it enthusiastically. I arched my back to accommodate him as he set off another orgasm that made my inner walls contract rhythmically around his still hard cock causing it to tickle my g-spot.

  “Oh, Faigon! Faigon!” I cried, convulsing in ecstasy, gripping his upper arms while he moved to suck on my other nipple. At that point, it seemed like one long orgasm until all I could do is moan softly, wholly surrendered to his pleasuring me.

  I was vaguely aware that he moved us to the bed maneuvering, so he was on top of me, still hard inside me. As the vortex of passion receded, it yielded to gentle kisses and caresses. Those moments were so poignantly tender that it almost brought tears to my eyes.

  I’m sure that my emotions were magnified by the mating hormones and pheromones. But I wasn’t thinking in those terms. I was looking into the eyes of my mate who had just given me more pleasure than I have ever known, still in the grips of the euphoria of soul mating.

  “Faigon,” I whispered his name and smiled up at him. He smiled back and kissed me, caressing my face and running his fingers through my short hair. “Meomee.”

  “Solmatu,” he whispered back. Both words meant the same thing in our respective languages. Those words encompassed even more than love and a commitment deeper than marriage.

  If I didn’t love him, then I would love him in the coming days and for the rest of my life, which I hoped fervently would not end on this gods-forsaken planet.

  After a breather, we continued our copulation at a comfortable pace until we were both satisfied so that we could sleep.

  Meanwhile, Faigon’s team went out into the inmate population every day seeking their people to advise them that their warrior brigade had come to rescue them and to pass the word to those they felt worthy of asylum to be ready at the designated rendezvous points for pick up.

  I learned that Faigon and I would transport up to Dread Four on the mission shuttle they were using as their base of operations. On the Dreadnaught, each crew cabin had private shower and toilet amenities, but the mission shuttle had only individual sleep cells and a single toilet and shower to be shared among six to eight people. This mission had six people, and I made number seven.

  Most of the time Faigon and I had the place to ourselves because his team was searching the continent for their people. As I was bounced around from place to place, I had heard about the Farseek invasion. While the planet’s defenders were off fighting the war with the Sargus Empire for the Transtellar Consortium, the Sargans destroyed their planet and took all the survivors and sold them into slavery.

  I, on the other hand, was stolen from Earth by the Pican’s while I was off base disguised as a human. I took the assignment on Earth, hoping to find my soulmate on my own after both branches of the Narovian Matchmaking Service failed. The irony was that my job on Earth was to prevent human trafficking by Alien Slavers, and I ended up a slave. I made numerous attempts to escape and caused some injuries the last attempt. So, they sent me to prison.

  In the time that I had been a slave, I had picked up enough languages so that I understood much of Faigon’s language. After the mission, he would see that I got a proper language chip. The one, the Picans, inserted had to be removed because I had an adverse reaction to it.

  I thought I would have to fuck some gang lord to stay alive, which made me wonder if it were worth staying alive. Sex is an empty endeavor without the meomee connection for most felines, especially females. I tried sex with a human a couple times, and it was very unpleasant even though the male was caring and considerate. I liked him very much, but he was not meomee.

  It took five days for us to get past the raging hormone/pheromone blasts the drove us to mate for hours. Then we were getting by with mating a few times a day so Faigon could perform some of his duties. I certainly understand his sense of responsibility, I was as dedicated to my job with the Alliance.

  Faigon told me of another feline who joined a team on Dreadnaught One, Sahvin Kazza. I knew of him but was not personally acquainted because he disappeared from Earth before I arrived there. I was glad to learn he faired well. The point he was making was that I had sufficient training to join his Farseek Mercenaries if I wished.

  Then he broke the news to me that they had no information to pinpoint the location of Narova or Earth.

  “I don’t see that as a problem, Fai,” I told him. “I look forward to making our home on Farseek when your missions are finished. Meantime, I will help you any way I can.” We were at the food processor alcove getting a quick meal.

  “We will look into possibilities after we get back to our Dreadnaught,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder. “If that’s what you wish. I will help you with whatever you think you wish to pursue as long as we are together, solmatu.”

  Then, he got that look in his eyes, that told me he wanted to mate again. Even though my body responded receptively, I said, “I need sustenance first, then I am all yours. Mating takes a lot of energy.”

  Especially when we did it for hours at a time.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he grinned at me and kissed my forehead. That made it worse because the grin on that sexy mouth of his was making me forget how hungry for food I was.

 
But at least he stayed on track and handed me a warm protein cake, and he took one too. We ate them a little too fast, and Faigon carried me back to his sleep cell, and we mated until his team returned for debriefing.

  Chapter Four

  Faigon

  With only three days left before evacuation, the recon team arranged for one hundred people to fill our cargo hold before we lifted off from Julconi. We had so many people recruited for evacuation that we were not wasting one trip off world. It would be crowded and a bit uncomfortable because we had no seating in the hold and they would have to sit on the deck for the thirty or so minutes it would take to deliver them to the Kurellis.

  Farseek Mercenaries stole the colonial transport ship from Tegliar Station where it was custom built to transport colonists to a planet newly opened for settlement. We were using it to collect our stolen people along with numerous refugees from slavery in the Sargus Empire.

  I am lucky to have a team that works so well independently because once a was exposed to Tyema’s pheromones, I fell into a complete mating frenzy. I could no longer function in the capacity as team leader, but First Lieutenant Adontu has assumed my duties with the utmost professionalism. I could not ask for a better team.

  Because of them, I was able to bond with my soulmate according to her customs and physiological needs. I am still on an endorphin high due to the mating pheromones and the intense pleasure of our mating.

  The attack on Farseek took my family from the face of our homeworld. I have yet to learn whether they were killed or stolen. For that reason, I am glad that I didn’t find Tyema until after the ruin of Farseek.

  Like most of my brethren in the Farseek Brigade, I feel the chances of finding them are small. The rage and despair I felt when I saw holograms of what the Sargans did to our world overwhelmed me for some days. We were all stunned that the Consortium let this happen while we were fighting to protect them!

  Finding solmatu in Tyema was a balm to my soul. It has reduced the profound loss I felt to a bearable level, and I feel hopeful about the future again.

  When we found our world in ruin, we had two choices of what action to take in response. We could have sought revenge against the Consortium and the Sargans, or we could seek to rescue the people who were taken alive. We decided that the best use of our resources would be to rescue all we could from the bondage of slavery whether they were from our world or not.

  In light of finding Tyema and all the others who were solmatu to my brothers and sisters in arms, this was the right course of action. One day when we have rescued all we can, we will go back to Farseek and rebuild our population as our infrastructure has been rebuilt.

  When the Farseek Mercenaries have expended our resources in this rescue mission, we will return to Farseek as well and become the defense force for our world. Tyema and I can then finally start a family of our own.

  But I am getting ahead of the story. Before that can happen, we must finish the mission and escape Julconi. I wish we could leave this place now as I am concerned for Tyema’s safety. Logically, I know she is a trained field operative who has served in her world’s military, but my judgment is clouded by my growing love for her.

  Tyema wanted to help, but I couldn’t let her leave the mission transport without an armored combat suit. We had rumors of inmates in possession of projectile weapons that they had manufactured themselves. That wouldn’t be a problem for our combat armor, but projectile weapons were lethal to unprotected humanoids.

  “But, Faigon,” Tyema protested, “your team is going outside every day without it. I’m not a rookie.”

  “I know, this but the most dangerous time will be when the refugees are arriving to board the transport,” I explained. “We could have a rush of inmates trying to force their way onto the transport.”

  “And they have guns,” she countered, “I am fully trained in martial arts, and weapons use. I am not helpless.”

  “Tye, I know. But with no armor, those guns as you called them could easily kill you. You will be armed, and you can secure the boarding ramp,” I told her and cupped my hand against her cheek. “Even that could be dangerous, but that’s the extent of the risk I am willing to take.”

  She sighed, “You’re probably right. Even if you had extra armor, I haven’t been trained on the equipment.” She covered my hand with hers and turned her face and kissed my palm. “You have enough worry. I don’t want you worrying about me while you’re out there risking your life.”

  We were alone, so I felt free to take her into my arms. “I am well trained, too. Our lives have changed so fast. I have come to care for you so much in a short time, the thought of losing you is terrifying.”

  “It is for me, too, Fai,” she murmured and kissed my throat. That was enough to get her pheromones flowing, and she knew immediately what she had done.

  Tyema looked up at me and smiled seductively, but I couldn’t blame it all on her. I was the one who pulled her into my arms.

  “We have twenty minutes,” I told her.

  “Then we better go to your sleep cell now,” she said.

  We hurried back to my berth and slipped inside peeling off our clothes. Tyema climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees with her lovely buttocks facing me. She was just at the right height for me to take her from behind. Her legs were spread, and the beautiful flower of her sex was almost dripping.

  “I’m ready my love,” she said and wiggled her gorgeous derriere invitingly.

  I slid into her easily, and she cooed her approval as I filled her. I started pumping into her at a relaxed pace and steadily picked up the pace, taking her faster and harder. I held her hips so I wouldn’t cause her to face plant on the bed. We came spontaneously together, but it failed to alleviate my erection because her pheromones were so potent.

  “More,” she said. “You need more.”

  The second round did it, and we were cleaned up and dressed waiting for the team in the common room when they arrived. I would take more time with her later before our sleep period. She is so generous sexually and every other way. It made me want to please her as much as she pleased me.

  I was becoming impatient to complete this mission so that I could court Tyema properly and get to know her outside of sexual bonding. Were we on Farseek, I would have taken her to see some of the beautiful places in the wilderness. Before the destruction of Farseek, I shared a recreation cottage on a lake in the mountain wilderness. Since it was so far from the cities and town, I dared to hope it might still be intact.

  When we get back to Farseek, I want to take Tyema there and find out. If not, I hope we can rebuild it. It’s a beautiful place for solitude or to be alone with a lover and soulmate. We were still months to a year away from that, but it was something to look forward to.

  In the few days until launch, we got twenty-six more people in addition to those already were recruited for evacuation. They were all friends and acquaintances of the those we had recruited. The team determined they met the criteria for evacuation, and Command told us that we could take them to the Kurellis if their combined mass were within the maximum load specifications for the transport. Scans verified that we could safely take them all.

  It was our policy to attempt to take everyone who asked to be transported. Those who would use violence to force us to evacuate them were the reason combat specialist teams were stationed at every transfer point. We were, after all, breaking people out of prison. It stands to reason that at least some of the inmates actually belong there.

  On the other hand, Tyema was thrown into this prison for trying to escape slavery after being abducted illegally and sold into slavery. So, with that circumstance in mind, we gave most people the benefit of the doubt as long as they didn’t do their talking with weapons fire. Those were answered with force.

  Chapter Five

  Tyema

  I didn’t like staying behind on the ship while Faigon and the others secured the path for the refugees to board. But I’m a professional, and
my mate is the superior officer. He was also right. It was best for me to secure the entrance to the ship where I had cover if I needed it.

  Faigon gave me a quick course in the use of their version of a pulse blast pistol and stun beam wand. We didn’t want to kill anyone if we could avoid it.

  We were loading under cover of darkness with the only light coming from the cargo entrance and the combat team guiding them down the path to the ship.

  When we had the hold nearly full, another eighteen people arrived asking for asylum. Most of them were females of a few different humanoid species, so Faigon approved their passage. As the last were straggling in, a male humanoid grabbed one of the last young females and held a pistol to her head demanding passage for himself and a small group of males and females.

  About the same time, Faigon’s team came under attack, by inmates with projectile weapons. I commed Faigon to advise him of my situation, and he said that there was a growing mob moving in behind the hostiles. The team was holding them back while retreating toward the ship while I was left to negotiate with the armed and desperate male holding the hostage.

  I hesitated to fire on him with either weapon because he might pull the trigger before he went down. But I held the wand pointed, at him, so he knew I was armed as well.

  The people with him seemed terribly young to be sent to a hardcore prison planet like Julconi. They were scared and forlorn, like people we were taking. The man holding the female hostage seemed to struggle with his tough act.

  “If I let your people board, will you release the female?” I demanded.

  “I will!” he agreed, “but I come too.”

  “All right, but you will have to surrender your weapon and let the female go.”

  “After I am aboard,” he said.

  I wasn’t sure how I was going to get that from him once he was aboard. I chose to stall him.