Secondhand Garagyre

Bonus Epilogue

PAISLEY

“ Okay , the twins are finally asleep. Every time I had Paidrag on the verge of sleep, Ilayahan would wake up and start fussing.” I mutter, dropping into my mate’s lap, the curve of my ass tucked neatly against Laithog’s pelvis, enjoying the way his tail immediately wraps around my slightly thicker waist.

He’s always so comfy, far superior to a chair.

Laithog puts down his book and begins massaging my neck before moving his calloused hands down to my shoulders, making me moan in pleasure as the tension slowly fades from my body because of his tender ministrations. Looking around for Merry and Pippin , I see them passed out in front of the fire crackling in the hearth. Merry is upside down with all four feet in air and Pippin , is hanging half off their sleeping cushion with his head on the floor.

Chuckling , I shake my head. Some things haven’t changed, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.

Acclimating to our new home has been a process and I’m still not quite up to speed on some things. Such as how much effort it takes for what was once a simple task…

Stupid butter churn.

Modern conveniences have made humans complacent.

Far more than I thought.

Dismissing my intrusive thoughts about my new household chores, I sink into the comforting warmth of my mate and focus on something that’s been bothering since me since my final post birth check up with the village healer.

It’s been two months since I gave birth to our miracle twins…and my mate hasn’t touched me since a month or two before I gave birth. I got so big there at the end it wasn’t comfortable to do anything, let alone have sex. Carrying human twins is taxing enough, but half-garagyre babies were much larger than a full human baby.

I can’t say that I’m not getting a bit worried about the fact that Laithog hasn’t even tried to initiate sex recently. The village healer told both of us at that I healed completely from the birth and could begin relations again.

Laithog was there. He heard the healer.

But . He . Still . Won’t . Touch . Me .

And that was almost three weeks ago.

I know Laithog loves me, but good old human insecurities are starting to raise their ugly head. My body isn’t the same, my belly isn’t as flat, my waist is thicker, boobs are larger with a bit of sag to them from breastfeeding, and my ass is almost freakish in the way it’s grown.

I was curvy before my pregnancy…now I’m what the human men would call “thiccc” with three “c’s.”

Sturdy is an understatement when describing my post pregnancy body.

Laithog’s deep voice pulls me from my inner reflections as he leans forward and adjusts me in his lap, turning me sideways so my legs drape over the side of the chair and tucks my shoulder into the warm comfort of his chest. “ Little flame, you smell worried and I can feel how unsettled you are. Tell me, what is wrong so I may fix it?”

Love wells deep within me, and his face softens as my emotions flow across our bond. That’s my Laithog , always thinking of me and how he can “make it better.” Taking a deep breath, I rip the band aid off.

“ Whydon’tyouwantohavesexwithmeanymore?”

I spit the words out so fast, it’s more reminiscent of word vomit than an actual question. Laithog’s head jerks back, as if I’ve slapped him before a thunderous frown takes the place of his perplexed expression as my question registers. “ You think I do not want to rut you?” His low rumbled words tell me he is not pleased with what I just said.

“ Well . I mean. What am I supposed to think? I know how high your sex drive is and you haven’t attempted to touch me in the last three weeks since Seydia said it was okay for us to resume having sex. On top of that, having the twins made my body different from what it was before and I’m afraid you’re not attracted to me anymore…” my words trail off as I feel his emotions swell.

Shock .

Disbelief .

Irritation .

Lust .

Hurt .

I yelp as he lurches to his feet with me in his arms and stalks to our bedroom without saying a word. Accustomed to the new status quo, Merry and Pippin don’t stir from their comfy spot in front of the fire as Laithog carries me out of the room. It’s with some trepidation that I notice his body is shifting to his battle form around me as his bulk and height grow and his natural armament becomes that much more.

Unwrapping his tail from my waist, he quietly closes our bedroom door, the inaudible action somehow far more nerve-wracking that if he had slammed it, before striding over to the bed and dumping me unceremoniously on its cushioned surface. Leaning over me, with one arm braced on either side of my body, he looms over me before carefully snaking his tail under my dress and ripping it off my body, all without saying a word.

Using one of his massive hands, he grabs me by the throat and holds me still for his descending head as he meshes his mouth to mine and darts his long, dexterous tongue inside to tangle with mine. A low growl is rumbling from deep within his chest. Taking a deep breath, I see him make a concerted effort before the growl changes into his mating purr. His purr is far more potent in this form for some reason because a few seconds later, I’ve lost any rational thought and become a wanton mess of hormones and emotions.

The first climax hits me and I see stars as the pleasure floats across my body and my cunt clamps down on nothing, making me keen at how empty I am. Not relinquishing his hold on my throat, Laithog uses his other hand to move me up the bed, so I’m laid out like a sacrifice with my legs from the knee down, hanging off the bed.

Manipulating my body like a maestro does an orchestra, he strums his mating purr harder and harder. He forces me to come for him repeatedly, until I’m a limp mess laying beneath him, begging him for cock. “ Laithog , my mate. Please fill me. I’m so empty without you deep inside me.”

His words, when they come, are so deep in this form that they practically vibrate the entire room. “ I think you are finally wet enough to take me.”

Flipping me over, he’s very careful not to nick my delicate skin with his freakishly long claws, or touch me with his now deadly tail before settling his pelvis at the curve of my ass while he pushes my face down to the bed. The position puts everything I’m self-conscious about on display. My ass is up in the air while my heavy breast and loose belly are hanging below me while my bent elbows hold my weight up.

“ How dare you insinuate that this delectable little body does not arouse me? These luscious breasts feed my younglings, this soft belly held them safe within you…and this scrumptious ass…”

The sound he makes as his words trail off is nothing short of lewd and causes a flush of pleasure to fill me.

“ This ass is mine, and I will not tolerate you saying anything negative about it. Now , spread your legs like a good mate, and let me fuck you, like I’ve been dying to do since you birthed our younglings. Foolish female, you went through an ordeal. I was waiting for your body to heal and for you to be ready to resume mating with me!”

Doing as he commands, I spread my legs to accommodate his added bulk. The second I get them far enough apart; he extrudes and slams his immense cock deep inside me. A scream escapes me at the sudden invasion, the pleasure bordering on pain at the added girth he just shoved inside me. The excess slick my body produced because of his exceptionally potent mating purr is the sole reason his additional circumference slid inside without causing me any damage.

Laithog doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He starts shuttling his hips into my ass, setting a punishing rhythm right off, fucking me in earnest and without mercy. “ You . Are . Beautiful . And . The . Light . Of . My . Life .”

A brutal snap of his hips follows each word as he plows into my pliant body. I can feel a brutal climax building low in my pelvis. The angle Laithog is fucking me at has his dick ridges rubbing against my g-spot mercilessly. Writhing under him, I attempt to meet his thrust by shoving my ass back into his marauding body, only to be met with a sinister snarl. The heavy hand at the nape of my neck tightens, his talons pricking my skin as he leans a modicum amount of his substantial weight into his hand, and snarls at me, his chest vibrating with the basal tone.

My mate’s deadly tail wraps around my waist, the lethal tip resting against my fragile skin as he forces my body into stillness. The sensation of being forced to submit to his dominance is the final push my body needs and I fall off the precipice as stars burst across my vision. Pleasure radiates from my cunt across my entire body as I scream out my completion.

Without warning, Laithog starts his mating purr, dragging me into a second vicious climax. My body clamping down on him, triggers his release and I can’t do anything but submit to the truly gigantic knot my mate is forcing me to accept. I can feel my body desperately trying to accommodate the added bulk within my human body. A feeling of devastating fullness as his knot lodges in my pussy immediately follows a soft squelching sound.

Jet after jet of hot seed splashes against the entrance of my womb as Laithog roars out his rapture, his final gratification complete as he loses himself to the hedonism of knotting me in his battle form. His knot is so big it lodges against my g-spot; the feeling is enough to rip one final peak from me, the pleasure so overwhelming I do something I’ve only ever read about.

I pass out from pleasure.

“ Little flame, please wake up. I need to know you are well.” The concern and mild panic in his words are enough to pull me from the dark void of unconsciousness. Opening my eyes, I see the worried face of my mate as he looms over me on our bed. Absently , I note that he’s reverted to his normal form, cleaned me up, and has me cuddled up with him under the covers, my satiated body limp against his chiseled form.

His exhale is rife with relief. “ Thank the night gods. I was worried that in my vigor, I had damaged you even though I waited to take you in my battle form until after you had our younglings. Several of the other males said it would be easier for you to take my additional size after your channel…ehm…uh… stretched after birth.”

Chuckling , I reach up and pat his cheek patronizingly, hard enough that he winces slightly. “ Laithog , sugar. I don’t know which males told you that…but they fucking lied to you. That is not how that works. The vagina heals in four to six weeks after birth and it doesn’t get looser or more stretched out permanently .”

I can’t hold back my hysterical laughter as his face falls and his eyes dart to my crotch, an appalled look on his face as my words sink in and realization hits. Falling into his chest, I’m laughing so hard I’m wheezing and crying, tears leaking from my eyes as Laithog begins growling. At my continued hilarity, his face gets scrunchier and more thunderous in his embarrassment.

After several minutes, I finally get myself under control while he sits there sullenly. “ Laithog , sugar. Bless your heart.”

At his scowl, I hurry to finish speaking. He figured out what that Texas idiom meant years ago. “ Misunderstanding , aside. I owe you a thank you. No , don’t interrupt me.”

Taking a deep breath, I dive into the situation I created by not being forthright and communicative with my soulmate. “ I should’ve discussed this with you, instead of internalizing my insecurities. Humans …have become exceptionally wrapped up in maintaining an ideal body image, and my body before pregnancy wasn’t what society called beautiful, so I got exceptionally insecure after I had the twins and realized my body wasn’t going to go back to…well…my normal. Then we got wrapped up in having newborns and our new schedule.”

Looking up at him, I know my heart is in my eyes as I wipe at my eyes, dashing the tears welling there away. “ I’m sorry, sugar.”

Laithog sits up abruptly, dragging me up his chest as he moves us into a sitting position, his back cushioned against the headboard by our pillows. “ Little flame, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for. I am not as unobservant as you seem to think. You’ve been unsettled for a spell and as forthright as you are… I thought I would wait for you to tell me what bothered you. It would seem that in this instance, I erred in my line of thinking. From now on, both of us will do better in communicating ourselves to one another. Yes ?”

What did I do to deserve this male?

Lunging forward, I wrap my arms around my beloved’s thick neck, hugging him to me. “ YES ! I promise not to let it get to this point, where I’m doubting you, myself, or our relationship.”

“ Good , I’m glad we have that settled. I love you to the moon and back, my little flame. Never doubt that.” As he speaks, Laithog swings his legs over the side of the bed and stands, then he smacks me on the ass, the sound loud in the quiet of our room. “ Your breast are leaking. ‘ Tis time to feed the younglings!”

Looking down, I see that my nipples do, in fact, have small beads of milk leaking from them, and my boobs are heavy and slightly painful. A sure sign I need to feed the babies. Laughing , I follow my mate out the bedroom door, smiling up at him as he grabs my hand in his, and together we walk down the hall to the nursery.

The End.