Cleo
CLEO
The door to the basement is wide open but Maxym isn’t stopping. He uses his foot to kick my legs apart as he places my hands on the wooden paneled wall in front of me.
“I can’t be gentle, little mate,” he murmurs in my ear, “and I want you to be safe, but until I’ve sheathed myself in you, I am a feral beast.” He growls.
My already soaking pussy gets even wetter, and he inhales like he’s a gladiator starved of air. My wrists are held in one of his huge hands as his cocks notch at my entrance.
“Relax, my scrap of deliciousness. I’m going to take you completely.”
His cocks slide into me easily, stretching me wide until he bottoms out, and I gasp his name too loudly.
“That’s it, my mate. You take my cocks beautifully,” he rasps as he withdraws and then slams back inside, causing my body to clamp around him.
“,” he gasps. I guess I can still surprise my huge, feral gladiator. “,” he murmurs as I continue to pulse over him as a precursor to my second climax.
I’m pinned by him, unable to move as he plunders my body. Thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, he doesn’t let me think, breathe, or do anything other than concentrate on his huge members which are taking me completely. I feel every single node, every part of him, until my orgasm strikes, and I’m sent spiraling into pleasure which sheets my vision and sets every part of me tingling.
Maxym has taken me completely. I’m sure I hear my name being called as he erupts inside me, hot cum spilling as there is a pinch and a huge stretch as his second cock swells and locks us together.
And I know, if I wasn’t already pregnant, Maxym would have made good on his promise. I would most definitely be expecting.
“I want you, I want all of you. Say you’ll be mine,” he rasps in my ear as he cradles my throbbing body against him.
“I am yours, Maxym. All of me, including my baby. We belong to you,” I hear myself whispering and I know I mean it.
His breath comes in a long hot shuddering swish over my neck, followed by a sensuous kiss.
“We’re locked,” I say.
“I know,” he replies.
“You didn’t quite think this through, did you?”
“Why break a habit of a lifetime?” Maxym says, adding more kisses to my skin and making me pulse over him, causing a groan.
“You know I don’t believe that of you,” I say as he finally slips free, followed by a deluge of our combined fluids. “You know you were more than a gladiator.”
“I know nothing,” Maxym says, “other than my desire for you.”
He leaves me trembling for the shortest time before he returns with a warm damp cloth which he uses to cleanse me before helping me back into my clothing.
“You know I’m coming with you to the dome,” I say.
“I would expect nothing less from you, my eregri . I want you by my side.” Maxym gives me a short bow. “Without you, I have nothing to fight for.”
“Then we’d better get ready.”
The air of Tatatunga is surprisingly clear as we exit the basement via a passage which brings us out some distance from Retah’s dwelling. Maxym is once again in his full armor including the helmet, and he looks absolutely magnificent.
I’m bristling with weapons, daggers and pulsar pistols. Although I’m hoping not to get so up close and personal with a Bogarok, I have to try to use them.
Retah wears a long, almost ceremonial robe, his chest bare and criss-crossed with bandoliers containing a myriad of weapons. He’s leaving nothing to chance.
So, this is it. The three of us, well, four if you count the baby inside me, against an entire army of Bogarok and whatever it is controlling them. At least until Retah’s mystery force arrives. Something it appears he’s banking on but not prepared to divulge just yet.
A warm breeze blows as we make our way as swiftly as possible through the empty streets, past shredded awnings and overturned market carts, keeping to the shadows and once or twice, diving into deserted shops to hide from the sound of Bogarok craft overhead.
Retah holds a device which is constantly sweeping for their particular life force, and he studies it, followed by a lengthy look at Maxym whenever they are close.
“Any reaction, warrior?’’ he queries.
Maxym taps the side of his helmet. “Working,” he responds.
Retah nods briskly before we move on.
“What do you think it is, the thing affecting Maxym?” I ask him quietly as my big Gryn goes ahead of us.
“I’m not sure,” Retah says, “whatever it is, it’s coming from the Bogarok and it’s designed to affect males of most species.”
“Why not you?” I ask.
Retah taps his horns. “Thick skull.” He gives me a grin. “And Maxym’s head injury probably changed something in his head which made it difficult for the frequency they’re using to get through. It is possible his healing then allowed it through, or maybe they cranked up the power, either way we’ll need to stop it once we get to the dome.”
“All I want is for Maxym to be happy.” I sigh.
“I think we can probably say he is, after what I heard earlier,” Retah says with a smile he is trying to hide.
I feel myself color instantly.
“I don’t know what you mean.” I cough.
“I do,” Maxym says as we reach him. “I mated my eregri well, no?” he says directly to Retah.
“You did.”
“Seriously, no!” I exclaim. “I do not want to hear this conversation.”
“She is well mated by you,” Retah continues. “As a warrior should.”
“ is a delicious mate,” Maxym says with the wickedest of grins at me. “She takes my cocks so well.”
I clamp my hands over my ears and close my eyes as my cheeks flame. “Stop. Just stop.”
I risk a peep. The pair of them are grinning at me like Cheshire cats.
“I should just shoot you and be done,” I growl at them.
Maxym’s wings flare. I think he might actually like it if I did.
Retah’s device chimes.
“We have to go,” he says urgently. “The start to the underground passages is up ahead.”