Chapter 46
Romival
The gorging of his mate was quick, but vital. It fulfilled something in Romival to provide for his female like this, easing a tension he didn’t even realize was there but slid away from his shoulders like a weight that left him dizzy with how light he now felt.
Then came the part he was most looking forward to.
Holly was finally going to make her nest on his bed. He had all the supplies she might need stacked and ready. She wasn’t just tidying it to how he had it before, she was going to be making it to her specifications and he couldn’t wait to see what she did.
She gave him a smile over her shoulder, playful, almost teasing, before turning her focus to creating her nest. It wasn’t a quick process, and he could not help.
The adassi was the nest maker. To enforce his will on that space would be insulting at best, outright abusive at worst. He could do nothing but stand back and patiently wait as she made it exactly as she liked.
Just as he knew she would, she picked all the fluffiest, thickest pillows and cushions to create the base of the nest. But she also chose the softest of the linens to cover them.
She was imprecise and a bit messy with the placement, but the purpose of her nest wasn’t to look good.
Holly would want comfort above everything, even if that meant it looked askew.
He adored that about her, watching her with his heart aching nearly as much as his neglected cock as he anticipated what would happen next.
The final part of the claiming.
Was Holly nervous about her part in it? Was that why she was taking her time smoothing out the surface before, with shaking hands, she unpinned her cape and dress and spread them out as well, leaving her beautiful pale and pink body fully visible to him?
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her rounded rear as she bent over, straightening the final additions to the nest.
Her chest expanded as she took a breath, gathering her courage, before turning. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks and neck and chest all red with her embarrassment, he could see her pulse thudding in the arteries so close to the skin of her neck.
So delicate and beautiful and all his.
He raised his arms, giving her access to his body. She had to undress him then bring him into her nest as he had brought her into his den. It was a space that he could not violate without her permission even despite it having been his bed initially.
“You’re doing wonderfully, vi Vakara,” he praised after she removed his top. She kneeled before him, her hands shaking as she pressed the seal on his boots so she could remove them.
She gave him a grateful smile. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”
“Because you are worried about making it good for me when you’ve never taken the lead before.”
She laughed, removing his second boot and standing. “Was it that obvious?”
He stroked her cheek, loving the feel of her skin, the warmth of the blood that stained it that pink he loved so much.
“I simply know my adassi that well. You need only take control this once. The moment I spill inside you, you will be mine and I will reclaim that power from you. And then I will claim you again.”
She was smiling now, biting her lip in eager anticipation as she worked his pants down over his hips to drop to the ground. He helpfully stepped out of them as she stood up straight, leaving them both fully nude.
She blew out a breath as she took his hand and gently tugged him forward. “And after that? Do it in the scanner?”
He chuckled. “That’s why I set it up in here.”
She laughed, turning him around and pushing him back on the bed.
He felt like his body wasn’t even his own anymore as he collapsed onto it at her direction.
His instincts that normally wanted nothing more than to dominate his female, to feast between her thighs until she screamed, then ride her until she collapsed from exhaustion, turned him to little more than her doll as he waited for her to claim him in the nest as he had done on the battlefield.
Domin ka adassi.
Holly crawled over him, her entire body shaking, but a smile on her face. She stared at his cock until it twitched under her scrutiny.
She took it in her tiny hand, and he growled, his hips bucking up into that soft touch. Too much of a tease. He couldn’t handle teasing now. She had to claim him, or it might break the forming bond before it could seal in place.
Before he could say so, she was already pressing the head of his cock at her entrance.
The kiss of wet warmth made him growl as his claws dug into the blankets of her meticulously made nest. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away as she slowly, thighs shaking, lowered herself down the shaft until the bulge of his aching, throbbing knot, pressed against her entrance.
There, she stopped, and circled her hips. He growled, jaw clenched, as her tight little sheath rippled and clenched along his length.
“Romi,” she breathed, balancing her hands on his chest. “I, er, have something to tell you.”
“Tell me,” he hissed through his teeth, his own legs shaking as the instincts that kept him still battled against the need to grab her hips and thrust up into her and just take his pleasure until she was screaming and limp and laid across his body like a broken toy.
“You know, I went to see Donivi yesterday, right?”
She wanted to talk about that now?
“Yes-s-s,” he hissed, in agony. “Please, vi Vakara, you must move. I can’t…”
“I told you that it was research for the birth control thing. And that’s true.” She very slowly, too slowly, lifted herself up, then sat back down again. “He and Scarlet think they have it figured out. They just needed more test subjects than only Scarlet, you know.”
“Such a good female. So helpful. Help me now, vi Holly, I beg you.”
She laughed. She kriking laughed at him. His female was such a tease. His knot, his sac, were both throbbing with pain and longing. Her movements weren’t speeding up. If anything, she was going slower, and it was killing him.
“I didn’t understand all the science mumbo jumbo they were going on about.
The gist I got was that the birth control works by just stopping ovulation.
Turning it off entirely. No period. No eggs.
No pregnancy. It took them a couple tries to get it right without causing any side effects, which were apparently a deal breaker for Donivi. ”
“Brilliant healers. Brilliant. Holly, I won’t last, please…”
“I’m not done.” She sank down deeper, teasing his knot with the entrance of her tight cunt.
“While we were there, we also tested some other things. Just to see if it would work. Donivi found out that human females don’t make eggs through our lifetime, that we’re born with a set amount and lose them at a set time, so he wanted to see if he could stimulate my ovaries to start actually producing new eggs instead of just pulling from the deposit I already have. ”
Romival forced himself to focus on her face.
He hadn’t known that she had a set limit of eggs she could release in her lifetime.
It wasn’t an unheard-of situation with some female species, though it wasn’t particularly common.
Undoing that limit meant that females would produce healthy, viable eggs long after their natural stopping point, allowing them to remain fertile for longer periods.
A handy trick as modern medical science kept them alive for far longer than was natural.
Had his Holly…
“I had them turn mine on,” she confirmed, grinning. “I can turn them off whenever I want, so letting the eggs drop seemed like a good choice since I want a huge family.”
Eggs drop?
“Wait, you said… birth control…”
“Yeah, that’s why I went there. To test it.
” A truly wicked smile crossed her face.
“Then, after that, we did the egg test. Then, we did the ovulation test. Since Donivi can just skip our periods and take us to the next phase in the cycle, we wanted to see if he could also bump up the timetable on ovulation. I asked him to set me to one day before that.”
One day. Yesterday.
“Then, today…” He looked between their bodies. At the way she was teasing his knot.
“That’s what you want, right?” She asked, her voice breathless and needy.
She had been teasing herself just as much as him.
She sounded so nervous, her voice shaking, but indescribably alluring as she whispered naughty things to him.
“You want to stuff your knot in my pussy and breed me, don’t you?
Fill me up with all your cum until it’s dripping out around this hard bulge, then fuck it right back into me. ”
A ripple went down his body, starting from his head, ending at the tip of his dick. The wave sent a single spurt of seed up from his sac, into her cunt. She moaned softly, and he knew she felt the small expulsion of fluid.
A small amount of seed that was entering her ready and fertile womb, just waiting for his pup.
“You want that. Don’t you?” She asked again, breathless. Needing his consent.
“Yes,” he groaned, his hands shaking, hovering, nearly grabbing her hips and forcing her down. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. He physically couldn’t.
He didn’t have to.
His merciful, beautiful, perfect female sat up, pulling off him until just the head of his cock remained wedged in her tight heat-
-then slammed back down, stuffing his knot inside her channel.
The harsh, sharp movement broke them both at the same time.
She screamed, her entire body tightening over him, around him.
His sac drew up and his knot expanded just slightly, fighting back against the clutch of her cunt and creating an incredible pressure that destroyed him as the rush of ecstasy flooded his body and then hers in turn.
It was done. She was his.
She trembled and shook over him, whimpering helplessly. Missing something. He grabbed her about the waist and yanked her down against his chest then rolled them over, covering her with his weight and giving her what she needed. That sense of comfort and safety.
He would never let his female be without it again.
His lips trailed down her neck and his arms held her tight as she shook through the lingering aftershocks of her orgasm. Each fluttering of her internal muscles massaged his knot and shaft, sending more of his seed into her body, extending his own release.
“Mine,” he whispered reverently, the truth of it settling deep into his bones, his very core, locking into his being with the same certainty that he felt in his individual limbs. An instinctive knowledge that needed no teacher.
This was what it felt like to be a mated male. It was at once everything he had been taught growing up and somehow still more.
Holly had not yet recovered when he began moving in her again. The bulge of his knot sliding in her channel making her moan, her eyes rolling back, her little nails digging into his skin. Over stimulated but still craving more.
He was only too happy to give.