The Degan Incident Ch. 09

"Devin!"

Bastian's growl signaled his release as his body went rigid.

My mouth filled with a burst of hot cream and I moaned and swallowed it down. Over and over his thick cock pulsed and I swallowed down as much as I could.

We were laying side by side, head to groin. I pulled off Bastian's swollen organ and lifted my head to look down at him as he rolled onto his back. He had his eyes closed and his mouth still hung open in ecstasy. I saw remnants of my own orgasm dripping down his chin whiskers.

His eyes opened slightly and he looked at me through slits and a big grin slid across his face. "No better way to start the day..."

He squeezed my semi hard-dick and then flicked his tongue across the pearly drop that oozed out. I shuddered and then fell back on the bed. "Yeah. I could get used to that."

Bastian turned around so that we were facing each other and he leaned down and kissed me.

"I can't wait to get you home," he said as he stroked the hair back from my forehead.

"I'm nervous, but excited. I can hardly wait."

Our kisses were interrupted by a voice over the ship's intercom. *"We are approaching Degan Space Station Gamma. Please prepare for docking."*

I looked up at Bastian and poked my bottom lip out in a pout. "I guess that means we have to get up."

After each of us took a turn in the sonic shower, we got dressed. I put back on the enormous jumpsuit and Bastian borrowed one of Martan's uniforms. I couldn't help but snicker. Being a little bigger than his younger brother, the uniform was snug on him and the sleeves were too short. He tugged on the tight fabric in a futile attempt to give himself a little more breathing room.

"Look at all those muscles," I said as I ran my hands over his arms. I looked down at his crotch and squeezed the tube hanging down his pant leg. "And what's this?"

"I'll show you what it is." Bastian growled and smacked his palm against my ass. I yelped and ran out of the room with him hot on my heels, laughing the whole way.

He caught up to me and grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss to my knuckles, and we walked together laughing as he led me to the observation lounge.

Bastian pulled me onto his lap as he sat down. His arms surrounded me, one hand resting on the swell of my belly. The stars streaking past the window put me in a hypnotic state and I just leaned against Bastian and stared. The ship lurched slightly and the stars stopped moving. A barren, crater-ravaged, grey wasteland suddenly came into view in the windows.

I frowned. This couldn't be Bastian's beautiful homeworld. It could only be one of the moons.

As the ship swung around the satellite and revealed a large planet, my eyes widened and I gasped out loud.

The water was an amazingly pure blue. The continents were lush and green with trees and plant life. White clouds drifted over the planet. Earth probably looked like this at one time, before every available bit of space was built upon.

"Wow," I whispered. "It's beautiful, Bastian."

Bastian's arms tightened around me. "It's our home."

I rested my head against him as we watched the view. As we approached the planet, I finally noticed a huge orbiting space station. This was apparently our destination. Our ship slowed down as a docking platform extended from the station.

Bastian tapped my hip. "Up, little one. We need to get ready."

We walked hand in hand to the airlock where Dashel was waiting.

"Good morning," I said to him with a smile.

"Good morning, little one." Dashel reached over and gave my ear a tug, then did the same to Bastian.

Once the ship docked and the airlock pressurized, one of the officers unlocked the door and held out his hand, motioning for us to exit. Bastian and I followed Dashel onto the spaceway. A small gathering of people were standing by, flanked by a military unit.

I instinctively curved my arm around the swell of my belly and moved closer to Bastian. He put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a quick squeeze as he looked down and whispered, "Don't worry. It's okay."

A Degan woman stepped forward from the crowd and held out her arms to Dashel. I just knew that the tall, elegant Degan female had to be Bastian's mother. Her facial features were much more delicate and feminine compared to the male Degans I had seen. Instead of pointy horns, she had rounded, manicured horns on top of her head that were tinted a very subtle shade of pink. She wore a cream-colored linen dress, with a very delicate metal weaved chain across her shoulder. The jeweled brooches hanging from it matched the emblems on Dashel's metal sash. She had a silky magenta scarf around her neck, giving her a bold splash of color.

"Nydia, my love," Dashel said as he took her in his arms. He nuzzled his nose on her neck, then rubbed his check along both sides of her neck and onto her face before giving her a passionate kiss. I drew in a surprised breath when her tail swung around and stroked against Dashel's leg at the knee.

When she let go of Dashel, she took Bastian in her arms. She gave him a tug on his ear and then smacked him hard upside his head.

"Mother!" Bastian whined as he rubbed his head.

"We will have a long talk later, but for now, please introduce me to your intended."

I had never seen Bastian look sheepish before. He dipped his head and took my hand and pulled me close. He was clearly unhappy about disappointing his mother. As he took my hand, he lifted his head and spoke proudly. "Mother, this is Devin. Devin, this is my mother, Nydia Drago."

"It's nice to meet you," I said, hoping that my voice portrayed the confidence I didn't quite feel. I awkwardly held out my hand, unsure of what to do.

Ignoring my hand, she smiled and leaned in and sniffed at me. She looked down at my bulging abdomen. "May I?" she asked, hovering her hand over me.

"Yes. Of course."

She placed her hands on my belly. It wasn't but a moment before I felt the baby move and kick. A toothy smile spread across Nydia's face. She leaned in and gave me a warm hug. Then holding me at arm's length, she looked down at my outfit and frowned. "What in the world are you wearing, my dear?"

"We didn't have anything in Devin's size," Bastian replied for me. "Or my size, for that matter."

"Well, lucky for you, I have thought of that. The shops here are quite good. I found some particularly nice imports."

An older Degan moved through the crowd and walked up to Dashel. He wore a floor-length robe, trimmed with gold accents. Like Bastian, he wore a metal sash across his shoulder. His greying hair and beard were coiffed in an over-perfected style.

He reached out and placed his hand on Dashel's shoulder, squeezing it in greeting. His voice was laced with amusement, though it seemed a touch condescending as well. "Well well, Governor. You surprise me. After hearing of you taking on an X-class battle cruiser, I figured you would be in much worse shape."

"Senator, it is good to see you as well. And you of all people know that you shouldn't believe every rumor you hear."

The senator raised an eyebrow and let out another snort. "Of course."

"And don't worry, your ship is still running, and the crew is fine."

"I should hope so. Not everyone on the Armed Forces Committee wanted to loan it to you. I look forward to hearing of your escapades."

Dashel nodded in acknowledgement. "You'll have my report in the morning."

As the senator turned to head down the corridor heading towards the airlock, his eyes glanced my way. In that split second I saw the joviality in his face disappear to be replaced by... something. Feeling suddenly uneasy, I wrapped my arms around my belly and moved closer to Bastian. He automatically tightened his arm around me.

One of the Degans in the crowd stepped forward and bowed slightly to Dashel and Nydia. "My Lord, my Lady. We have a suite prepared for you while you wait. The shuttle leaves for the planet surface in six hours."

Nydia smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

Bastian and I followed his parents and the concierge through the docking platform towards a bank of elevators. A young woman followed behind us with armfuls of shopping bags.

"Bastian?" I whispered. "Are your parents royalty or something?"

"No. It is just a traditional honorary title given to all governors."

"Oh, okay," I said with relief. I turned my head and looked back at the Degan woman following us.

"Mother's personal assistant," Bastian whispered. "Lista."

"Who was that senator?" I whispered.

"Senator Bestro. He is harmless old windbag."

The concierge escorted us to our assigned suite and told us that he'd be back when it was time to board the shuttle. Nydia's assistant set down the bags and after receiving a few instructions, departed.

Bastian and I sat down on one of the sofas while his parents took the other. After a few tense moments, his mother finally spoke. "So, what are you going to do now?" she asked Bastian, her demeanor suddenly no-nonsense and all-business. "I assume you don't plan on going into hiding or running around the galaxy with your husband-to-be and my grandchild."

"No. Of course not, Mother. I didn't want to put anyone in danger. Running was the best choice at the time." Dashel opened his mouth to speak, but Bastian interrupted. "At the time. I just didn't know who I could trust."

Nydia sighed. "If only you had trusted your sire and me. You know very well that my position lends me the prime minister's ear. You can trust him."

"All right then. I will trust you now. Though I can't say that I am unhappy with how things have turned out so far." Bastian looked over at me. He stared deeply into my eyes as he stroked his fingers under my chin. I smiled back at him and mouthed "me too."

Bastian' response seemed please Nydia. "Good. Then I will have Lista make an appointment as soon as possible."

Dashel added, "I also suggest we make Devin an appointment with our family physician as well."

"Of course," his wife agreed. "Already done."

Dashel looked at Bastian. "The two of you will stay at our home in the city until we have all of this sorted out."

"Agreed," Nydia said. I felt Bastian slump a bit next to me. I knew he didn't like that idea, but I also knew that there was no way he would be able to change his parents' minds. "Though, I will be overjoyed when you take your Mishu away," she added with an exhausted sigh.

"What's a mishu?" I asked.

Bastian answered, "Mishu is my pet banti... Like a puppy."

"A filthy little thing," Nydia said. "I have grown tired of picking up his poo-doo."

Bastian laughed out loud until he was silenced by his mother's unpleasant glare. I covered my mouth and tried not to giggle, hiding it with a cough.

With that taken care of, a little smile played across Nydia's face. "Now. About your bonding ceremony."

Bastian looked down at me tenderly. He ran his hand down the back of my head and rested it on my back. "I'd like to have it as soon as possible, if that is fine with Devin."

I nodded. "Yes. I'd like that."

"Devin will be taking my name," Bastian said proudly.

"Of course he will," said Dashel matter-of-factly. "He is family now. It is tradition."

Bastian's mother spent the next hour going over every detail of the bonding ceremony. My head was reeling from all of the specifics. I was actually glad that she was going to take care of it. All I had to do was show up with Bastian.

* * *

Bastian and I took our shopping bags into the bathroom off the suite's bedroom to get ready.

Bastian pulled a box out of the bag and opened it and let out a groan. Inside was a soft leather vest and pleated skirt. A metal sash appeared on top. "I hate getting dressed up," he moaned as he dropped the sash onto the counter with a loud thunk.

I opened my box and found the same thing, though in a smaller size, naturally. I noticed that my sash had no jeweled pins.

"What do these mean?" I asked Bastian as I touched the second brooch-like object on his sash. It was a brilliant emerald embedded in a 'plus-sign' shaped sculpted piece of platinum.

"The first position is our pride's seal. Like an extended family." He ran his finger over the first piece, which was a round disc with a ruby-red gem in the middle, surrounded by a burst of tiny jewels. It resembled a sunburst to me. "And this is my family seal in the second position," Bastian said, touching the emerald cross. "It's my sire's emblem, showing that I belong to his house."

"Okay. I recognize them from his sash."

"During the ceremony, you will receive each of these to signify that you are now a member of the family. Then we will both receive one more that is unique to us and signifies our bonded status. Because we are true bondmates and not just a married couple, it will be extra special. That will be in addition to the rings that signify we are married."

We both stripped ourselves of our ill-fitting clothes. I absentmindedly scratched at my stomach, trying not to feel like a fat lump while simultaneously concentrating on what I was supposed to be doing — and not on the fact that Bastian was standing next to me looking sexy in all his naked glory.

"What about underwear?" I asked, digging through the bag and turning up empty-handed.

"Degan males don't wear underwear. Only females wear undergarments."

"Oh." Thinking back, I guess Bastian never wore any kind of underwear under his pants. He was always ready to go when he unbuttoned his pants. I picked up the kilt and looked up at Bastian. "Wait. Even under this?!"

"Yes, even under that."

"Oh, geez," I muttered. I pulled on the skirt and struggled to fasten the two buttons on the side. With my protruding belly, it seemed to sit low on my waist. The skirt hung to just above my knees. I pulled on the vest and buttoned it up. I tugged at the bottom hem, trying to get it to cover more of my belly. "I feel weird going commando under this skirt," I said. "And I feel like my belly is hanging out of the bottom of the vest."

"It's a kilt, not a skirt," Bastian said as he buttoned up his kilt. "And you look perfect."

"Well, whatever it is, everyone will see my business."

Bastian moved behind me and pulled me back against his body. "I will tell them to mind their own business," he said huskily into my ear. The tip of his tongue flicked out and ran along my outer ear, sending a shiver down my spine. Bastian leaned down and slid a hand under my kilt. He cupped my balls and then wrapped his fingers around my rapidly rising cock. "Because this here is *my* business."

"Bastian..." It came out more like a moan than an admonishment. I let my head fall back against him as he started to stroke me. I felt the heat rise in my face and my breath grew short. "Your parents... They're in the... sitting room..."

Bastian's hand moved with a light touch, quickly stroking my foreskin back and forth over the head.

"Please don't stop."

I let out a moan and Bastian slipped two fingers of his other hand into my mouth to quiet me down. I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked on his fingers while he jacked me off, struggling to remain quiet as he pleasured me with that amazing hand of his.

He licked up and down the side of my neck. "I want to make you come. Come for me, my Devin." His mouth clamped onto my neck and he sucked hard. His fingers moved faster along my shaft, squeezing and stroking in a perfect rhythm. My balls pulled up and my groin muscles tightened. I lifted the front of my kilt and held it against my belly as my knees buckled. I leaned back against Bastian to keep from falling to the floor and I erupted, spurting warm semen all over the bathroom vanity.

I had barely recovered when the urge to return the favor overtook me. "Your turn," I said as I turned around and dropped to my knees.

Bastian's kilt was already tented by his prodigious erection. I lifted the front and allowed my head to dip underneath. I grabbed the base of his cock and took him as far into my mouth as I could.

I worked his big cock with my mouth and both of my hands. Bastian lifted the kilt away and I looked up and made eye contact with him as I sucked and stroked his cock.

From Bastian's breathing and the throbbing of the ribs and veins against my tongue, I knew that he wouldn't last very long. Bastian broke eye contact when his eyes rolled back into his head. With a stifled grunt, he unloaded, sending jets of hot cream into my mouth.

Bastian doubled over, gripping my head with one hand, while steadying himself on the counter with the other.

I moaned as I gulped down as much of his cum as I could, letting the rest dribble down my chin.

"Gods above, I think you are trying to kill me, little one!"

* * *

Having some time until the shuttle departed for the surface, Bastian and I took a walk down to the station's thoroughfare. The thoroughfare was located in the center hub of the station. It was a circular ring lined with shops, restaurants, and other services.

People packed the corridor, walking up and down, window shopping and taking advantage of all the station had to offer.

As Bastian and I strolled along, I took the opportunity to people watch. The station's patrons were mostly Degan, but there were several other species, including a couple I had never seen before.

We first stopped at a salon and we each got a haircut. The barber also shaped up Bastian's beard. When Bastian was finished, my heart skipped a beat. He was so handsome, so perfect.

Bastian looked at me with lust-filled eyes. The tip of his tongue slid across his bottom lip, from one protruding canine tooth to the other. He grabbed my head in his hands and tilted it slightly so that he could move in. He sealed his mouth over mine with a blistering kiss.

"You look beautiful, my true one," he spoke quietly.

"Thank you. And you look perfect," I said as I reached up and stroked his billy-goat chin hairs. "So handsome."

After that, I was hungry, so we stopped for a snack at a café that specialized in Degan cuisine native to Bastian's home province. By the time we finished eating what ended up being a full meal for me, it was time to head back to get ready to go down planet-side.

* * *

As we waited at the airlock for the shuttle, I fumbled with the metal sash, adjusting it once more on my shoulder. With a quiet sigh, I tugged down the front of the vest. I swear every time I moved, it rode up and exposed a little strip of my furry baby bump.

*Ugh.*

It was official. I hated getting dressed up.

"Stop fidgeting," Bastian whispered. I could hear a hint of amusement in his voice that I did not find at all funny.

"This is worse than a necktie," I whispered back as I rolled my shoulder, which was suffering under the weight of the metal sash. "It's heavy. And I feel a breeze under my kilt. And my belly is hanging out."

Bastian snickered. His mother turned and arched a brow at him. That shut him up really quick.

"Just in time." I looked up as Martan jogged up next to me. He was wearing his military uniform and had a duffel bag slung over his shoulders.

He dropped the bag on the floor and gave his mother a hug. "Mother. I am off duty for 72 hours."

"Wonderful, Martan," she said warmly as she kissed his cheek.

I stared out the window for the entire duration of the shuttle ride to the planet surface. Bastian kept his hand on the back of my neck and he looked out the window with me, pointing out major landmarks.

"There's so many lakes and trees," I said with wonder.

I gasped and pointed at an expansive grassy plain and a large herd of big buffalo-like animals. I looked back at Bastian and grinned. He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. "Those are saki. Their skin is the source of the soft brown leather our kilts are made of and their heavy wool is used to make fabrics, such as my long, hooded coat. Their meat is similar to Earth beef or bison."