Maxym
MAXYM
My head feels clearer than it has been in a long while, even if waking without my eregri in my arms was a jarring experience.
Except I knew she was close by and not in danger, her thoughts indistinct but her mood clear. Irritation with the Cirmos. Looks like we have plenty in common.
But even without the thoughtbond, I can tell her mood as the Bogarok makes its threats. She is frightened for me.
Her arms wrap around her little body and a shiver runs through it as Pryax pronounces sentence.
“No one owns me,” I growl. “The dome was only holding me, and I have plenty I need to do before I die.” I put down the empty cup and draw Cleo to me. “I presume I don’t have to tie you up while I mate my female? You’re not going to do anything stupid, like give us up, are you?”
Pryax holds up his hands. “I might look like a typical citizen of Tatatunga, but I can assure you I am not. I have encountered the Bogarok before, and they do not treat anyone well, even those who comply.” He snarls. “I would no more give you up than cut off my tail.”
I shrug. “Good, because if you did, I would have to cut it off for you, followed by your head,” I say evenly.
“!” Cleo bats at my chest.
“And as for you, little mate, I need to be buried in you.”
I toss her into my arms. Waking without her was not good, but knowing I can sheathe my cocks in her wet heat is taking some of the sting out of my disappointment.
“What?”
“You hear my thoughts, little scrap?” I rasp. “You know what I want to do to you?”
Her breathing quickens. “You want to…mate with me.”
“I want to consume you, eregri.” I stalk through the cluttered open area to the fire where I place her down. “I want to taste you, enjoy you, and pleasure you. I want to give you my cocks and make you scream my name.”
She looks past me. “But…Pryax.”
“He’ll make himself scarce, if he knows what’s good for him.” I growl loudly. “All you need to do is concentrate on me, mate.”
I unwrap her from her clothing. The long dress the medi-chair wrapped her in slips easily from her form, exposing her gloriously soft skin to me.
“Legs apart,” I order, staring down at my beautiful female.
For a nova-second too long, she stares at me. I slide my hand between her knees and jerk them open. Cleo hisses, and the strong perfume of her arousal hits me, nearly sending me reeling. She runs her hand over her raised stomach.
“You like to test me, do you, little scrap?” I rasp.
“I don’t do what I’m told,” she retorts, causing my cocks to jump so hard in my pants, I think they might punch through the thick fabric.
“Don’t you?” I spread her thighs farther apart. “But this sweet cunt belongs to me, and I get to tell it what to do.”
Cleo moans as I swipe my finger through her soaking, swollen folds, my hand caressing her belly, marveling at her beauty before I drop between her legs and run my tongue over the glistening slit. Her flavor fills all my senses, and I can’t get enough of her, gobbling at her moisture as I grip her thighs to hold her to my hungry mouth.
“Perfection.”
I growl over the sweet bundle of nerves which guards her entrance and which causes her to buck further against my lips, her hands in my feathers and her mouth groaning out my name as she attempts to twist first one way, then the other. But she doesn’t want to be free. As I slide a digit into her slick channel, it’s clear what she wants as her walls clamp down over me and she cries out in delight.
“Tell me you need my cocks, little scrap. Beg for them,” I murmur lapping at her climax and causing her to curse me in her strange human words.
“Beg me,” I say again, holding her down. “Beg me or I’ll make you come again.”
“No!” Her eyes are bright as she glares at me. “I don’t beg.”
The thoughtbond tells me differently. I shrug off my pants and gently stroke my cocks from root to tip.
“Which hole are you taking these in today, eregri ? One, both? Because you will be taking them, and I will be making you scream my name until it echoes from the roof.”
Cleo shudders beneath me.
“If you don’t choose, I will choose for you,” I demand.
“Both,” she moans.
“Both.” I feel the smile spread over my face as I line up my cocks with her tight entrance.
If I thought breaching both of her holes was delicious before, the way she resists me this time is exquisite. Her soaking entrance wants me, but the ring of muscle takes some breaching, until it finally gives and I slide a little way inside before I stop.
“!” she growls at me.
“You didn’t beg,” I respond.
She stares up at me, fingers still buried deep in my feathers, her eyes glittering with malice because I know what she wants. Her pussy pulses around me, attempting to draw me in.
“Give me your cocks,” she growls.
I furrow my brow.
“Give them to me!”
“I don’t hear any begging,” I respond, slowly circling my hips.
Her breath stutters in her chest, her eyes closed, every inch of her on edge, on the very edge.
“Please.” She hesitates. “Please, . I need you inside me.”
“Say you want to be impaled by me.”
“I want to be impaled by you.”
“Say you…”
Her grip on my wing increases.
“Impale me,” she grinds out. “Do it now.”
My hips flick forward at her bidding, and I slide deep inside her, her tight channel nearly squeezing the life out of my cocks, and it makes me love her all the more for it.
“!” She calls out my name as I withdraw and thrust again.
“Call for me, little scrap. Make sure everyone knows who is impaling you.”
She grinds out my name once more before her pussy pulses so violently my cocks can’t hold. I can’t hold, my seed erupting from me like I’ve never mated in my life. My second cock swells hard against her, and pleasure floods every atom of my being. Beneath me, my sweet eregri gasps for a second before her entire body convulses yet again gripping both cocks and strangling them in the best possible way.
I feel my second cock explode once again. It needs to fill this creature with a youngling in a way I didn’t ever expect. Cleo is my everything. Her young is my young, and soon we will be a family.