Cleo
CLEO
Maxym plays my body like it’s an instrument he’s used all his life. And I respond to him in kind, hips bucking, forcing me farther into his mouth, hands in his feathers, mouth calling his name.
He finds my pregnant body irresistible, the thoughtbond tells me as much, and it’s a body he knows he will only love more the bigger I get. Maxym makes me feel incredible with every touch, with every thought, with every…
“Little scrap,” he murmurs, sliding his finger out and moving it back to my second hole where he circles deliciously, “are you going to take both of my cocks in both of your holes today?”
“In your nest?” I breathe.
Air stutters in his chest as I mention the nest, eyes half closed with pleasure and every muscle in his body taut as he attempts not to explode before his time.
I hear him count up plasma weapons and it’s all I can do not to laugh. My feral but in control male can’t always control himself.
“Not around you, mate. You drive me wild,” he growls, fangs nipping at my neck as he slides his thumb deep into my bottom hole, making me gasp out loud. “How should this little scrap take my cocks?” he wonders out loud. “On her hands and knees like a good Gryn female? Pinned against the wall while I plunder her, like a bad female? Or will she ride me until I can’t see straight?”
All of those options sound very enticing, but all I want is Maxym buried in me. I want to see him come undone, to be the feral creature I know he is.
“Then you get to ride me,” he responds to my thought thread. “Because I want to see you as I fill you with my seed.”
I’m lifted as if I weigh nothing and my huge gladiator slides underneath me, easily positioning me on his vast muscular thighs. He strokes himself languidly, separating out his two cocks, his gaze fixed on where my small pregnancy sits over him.
“You are the most beautiful creature in the entire universe, my ,” he murmurs. “You make my cocks stiff, my heart soft, and my blade bite all the harder because I have you.”
I think about protesting I can’t possibly be the most beautiful creature, but Maxym isn’t having any of it. Without any warning, I’m lifted again until his main cock is breaching my entrance and his second cock is pressing insistently at my other hole.
“Take all of me, mate. Let me claim you, fill you, pleasure you until we are unable to move or even think anymore,” he rasps.
With ease, he sinks inside me. The stretch from both cocks is incredible, verging on the painful for just a second or two before the bliss sinks in and I feel every node.
“I adore being in you, my . My cocks in your hot, wet heat.” He groans as he cups my stomach. “Soon you will be even bigger, even more ripe with young, and I will take you over and over in order to enjoy all your body has to offer.”
The flash through my head is him imagining me as a very pregnant lady. The intenseness of the image, of his pleasure, sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing around us like the walls of the dome coming down. I pulse over him, and he groans my name.
“You will be the very death of me, , and it is the death of a warrior, in the arms of his mate,” he breathes, doing everything he can not to come. To hold onto the moment. To make this last.
Inch by inch, he withdraws, every node scraping over my sensitive channel, my little bottom hole pulsing at his invasion, gripping at his second cock even as he plunges back inside me, thrusting, taking and giving at the same time. His pace is demanding, his eyes burning into me as he holds me onto him, my hands on his broad chest and my thighs spread wide to accommodate my big gladiator. Every inch of my body burns in one way or another, and every inch is spread with pleasure like honey.
When he plucks another orgasm from me, this time I’m taken up to the stars with only Maxym to hold onto, to keep me with him, to keep me on the ground. I dimly hear him roar, and I feel his explosion within both of my channels, not just with the hot cum he fires into me, but his climax too, the way his mind clears and fills with the most exquisite of pleasures, that of a mated male claiming his female.
I can’t stop my body pulsing, consuming, desiring and rising over him. I want all of my huge gladiator, my Gryn warrior, my love.
“Glorious mate, you turn me inside out,” he murmurs through ragged breaths as he gently moves onto his side to allow me to recover mine.
“And you nested for me.” I study his face, stroking my finger over his scar. “You accepted me for who I am, nothing more, nothing less.”
“Because my heart beats for you. Fate or no, you belong to me , and I will never let you go.”