Cleo
CLEO
I help Tibi clear the table while wondering what Maxym is up to. Once everything is tidy, Retah asks Tibi to go with him to check supplies, and I’m left on my own in the makeshift living area.
“Little scrap?” Maxym’s deep, delicious voice has me looking up.
He stands with his hands at his sides and his wings drooping, brow slightly furrowed. His level of concern fills me.
“What is it?” I stand and walk over to him, putting my arms around his waist and delving my fingers into his feathers.
“I have nested for you,” he slurs happily.
“Then I need to see.”
I remove my hands and stare up at him. He blinks a couple of times, manages to regain his senses, and smiles hesitantly.
This huge gladiator, this predator, this killer, needs my approval. He takes my hand, and I follow him through the crates until we reach an alcove at the very far end of the basement, or at least the farthest we can go before Retah needs to unlock the rest of the area. A curtain is crudely hung on nails recently slammed into the rock.
“This is for you, my eregri .” Maxym pulls the curtain aside, and I peer in.
I gasp. I genuinely do not know how he has done it, but what should just be a dark side alcove has been completely transformed. Lights glitter everywhere, blue, green, and yellow. There are sumptuous fabrics covering the floor, and in the center is a large cup made from upholstery and goodness knows what else. The ceiling has items hanging from it. They twist and glitter in the breeze from the basement. I have to take a second glance to realize some of them are daggers, and some of them are parts from pulsar pistols.
Maxym really has used everything he can find to his best advantage. I can feel his anticipation as a prickle down my neck.
But I decide to draw things out a little. I walk around the nest, inspecting what he has done, not saying a word and keeping my mind as blank as possible, before throwing myself into the comfortable cup-bed.
“Not bad,” I pronounce.
In the blink of an eye, I’m caged by the most enormous, most horny Gryn, my wrists pinned above my head and my legs spread apart.
“Not bad?” he queries.
“For a first attempt,” I sass, knowing full well it’s going to get me naked.
Maxym dips his head and scrapes his fangs up my neck, making me shiver.
“Then I will have to go on nesting until I impress you,” he growls.
“I love it.” I laugh as he nibbles at me. “I really do, Maxym.”
“Too late, little scrap. I have you in my nest, and you will be mated and claimed.”
“Is that right?”
“It is a promise,” he rasps. I can feel the calm emanating from him. This is his domain, and he has me captured within it. “As is my promise to pleasure you until this basement rings with my name.”
“Maxym!”
“That’s my name, but louder, my mate.”
In a snap, my clothing is missing, as is his. Huge cocks jut out, and he strokes them from root to tip thoughtfully while gazing down at me.
“I think you need to see the best part of this nest, little mate. The part I put in just for you.”
He reaches over my head and draws back a swathe of heavy brocade style fabric to reveal a mirror.
“I want to see you while I take you from behind. I want to gaze at your belly, your breasts and your face as I make you come,” he rumbles.
My core pulses. My experience in the bedroom wasn’t limited to the terrible fumble in a closet which resulted in the baby I’m now carrying, but this is something completely different…new and exciting.
“And I can see you too,” I whisper hoarsely.
“You can see me as I enjoy sheathing myself in your hot little cunt,” he rasps as he dips his head to give me a kiss to end all kisses, leaving me panting with need. “But first, I need to eat.”
I’m spread wide to accommodate him, one hand proprietarily on my stomach, and the second his mouth hits my clit I’m convulsing. I don’t think I’ve ever hit an orgasm as fast in my life. And Maxym doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow his pace. He laps up my fluids and works on me until I come again, my mind a blank and my arms flailing to catch hold of his wings.
“Now it’s time, little scrap, for me to impale you.” His voice penetrates my fog of pleasure as I’m helped up, propped onto my hands and knees.
He is at my rear, stupendously handsome in the myriad of lights dancing in the nest. He gazes at my rump, dragging his eyes up to the mirror where they blaze at the sight of my body, my tits hanging down, already swollen even though I’m sure I’m nowhere close to producing milk, and my stomach also clearly visible. He draws in a ragged breath.
Cocks notch at my entrance, and he pushes the tips inside, stretching me intensely.
“You look so good stretched around my cocks, little scrap,” he rasps, pushing deeper, inch by inch. “And what do we have here? A little bottom hole which also needs filling.”
With one hand on my buttock, he swirls his finger around my tight pucker, making me shiver with anticipation.
“I’m going to fill you in both holes, eregri ,” he says. “Are you watching?”
I can’t actually speak as his cocks slide the rest of the way inside me. I’m already full to the brim just with him, if he also…
“Ah!” I exclaim as my bottom stretches around his digit with extreme deliciousness.
“I can feel my cocks inside you, mate,” Maxym grinds as he withdraws and then thrusts back in, pushing his digit deeper again.
I’m so full I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t do anything other than gaze at him, at what he’s doing to my body, and hold on as he increases his pace, cocks and finger, finger and cocks.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So ready to take my seed.”
His finger drills a little deeper, and I’m tipped over the edge as I can feel every inch of him, every node, every part, and I can see his eyes on fire in the mirror as he continues to plunder my body until my climax hits, and I’m pulsing, crying out, and spirited up to the stars as I dimly hear him roar out my name and his cocks paint my channel with his hot cum.
God help me, once I have this baby, he is one hundred percent going to put another in me.