Chapter 53
Hattie
Hattie was never again going to wear anything but gowns.
She was going full princess and she did not care if it was slightly impractical.
Domini fashion certainly supported it – their outfits tended to be on the extremes of either nothing or everything.
Holly wore long dresses all the time. Hattie was going to do the same, but to the Nth degree.
She felt like a princess. She felt incredible. This was her style! Beautiful, untouchable, powerful. She was sexy and pretty and confident, and she never wanted to let that feeling go.
She especially loved the fire in Tuvo’s eyes whenever he looked at her. Which was practically the entire day. At least one of his three eyes had been on her constantly since she stepped from behind the screen and into his view.
The reception continued long into the night. Hattie laughed until her belly hurt, danced until her feet were sore, and ate until she was stuffed. It was the best night of her life, and it ended with Tuvo lifting her in his arms, like a princess, and carrying her away.
They were the last to leave, having waved off everyone else first. Her parents left the earliest – but they were old and staying up late wasn’t really their thing.
Even considering the fact that Scarlet had healed their ailments, she couldn’t undo old age.
She could smooth wrinkles, but not prevent them from reforming.
She couldn’t undo graying or the ravages of time, only extending how much time they had.
She now had decades more with her parents, which was fantastic, but they were still old and staying up all night partying wasn’t a skill they had anymore.
Still humming, glowing with happiness, Hattie hung off Tuvo as he returned them to their room. The Stor was already beginning its journey back to Turv. They’d be there within days. Until then, she and Tuvo weren’t going to be leaving this room.
She could think of worse things.
“Did you enjoy today, kyrya?” Tuvo asked, putting her down so that she was standing on the edge of the bed – finally taller than him.
“I really did,” she sighed, unable to properly explain just how perfectly happy she was at that instant. It was like everything she had ever wanted had been given to her.
A strong, domini male to love and protect her always. His baby safely in her belly, growing exactly the way it was supposed to. An unmatched proposal that announced Tuvo’s love for everyone to see. A wedding made of starlight and dreams.
Life couldn’t get any better.
Then, Tuvo proved her wrong by pressing the seal on the back of her dress, causing it to loosen and fall. He worshiped her exposed skin, kissing down her shoulder to her breasts that he offered up to himself, teasing and sucking at her nipples.
A strong, domini male who truly, honestly, and deeply desired her.
Hattie stroked his head, holding him close to her breast. One of her hands sneaked down to the high neck of his formal military uniform and pressed the seal there at the front. The entire thing parted, falling open to reveal his massive, beautifully scarred chest.
She purred with pleasure, sweeping her hands down under it, along his shoulders. He released her long enough for it to fall it down his arms, but his mouth never left hers.
Hattie kicked out of her dress, leaving her in just her white wedding lingerie. The crystal style lace hugged her body in all the right ways and she shivered at the combination of the delicate fabric and his rough hands stroking up her back and down her hips.
He continued kissing down, one knee on the bed, until he got to her belly. He kissed her there, right above her pelvis, and lingered for a moment, eyes looking up at her. Hattie smiled, stroking his hair as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
“She’s going to be beautiful like you,” he said. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Yeah?” Hattie breathed, something tight within her chest loosening.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, kissing her belly again. “I love you, vi Hattie. I’m eager for our pup. I’ll never stop worrying for you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be excited for our daughter.”
“Tuvo!” She beamed, tears welling up again. Just when she thought that the day couldn’t get more perfect, he said something like that.
Pulling on him by the back of his neck, she lowered herself onto their bed.
He followed, helpless to her soft touch, as she drew him over her body and up to her lips so she could kiss him properly.
She tried to pour all her love and desire into the kiss, to show him just how much he meant to her without words.
“Make love to me, Tuvo,” she begged, all four of her limbs locking around him.
“Forever, vi adassi,” he promised, claws catching on the delicate lace of her lingerie.
It shredded with barely any effort on his part. Feeling it fall apart around her body made her sigh with relief as she reached for the seal on his pants.
They undressed each other slowly. Carefully. Tuvo kissed each new part of her body that was exposed as he cut and tossed away the lace. He followed the delicate fabric down, pulling away her panties, kissing along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Hattie moaned softly when his rough, thick tongue swept up her slit then began rotating around her clit. A second later, two of his fingers pressed at her entrance.
Taking him was easier now than it had been, but she always had to be stretched just a bit before he could comfortably fit. The squeeze was a tight one, but not impossible if she was properly aroused and prepared.
A task that Tuvo took to each time like a man being given his favorite meal. His fingers pumped inside her, making a wet mess, as his tongue drove her mad on her clit.
She focused only on her orgasm, on chasing it down as fast as possible. Tuvo wouldn’t enter her if she hadn’t come first, and what she really wanted was him inside her. To feel his massive cock splitting her apart as he claimed his own pleasure.
Her thighs began trembling and he redoubled his efforts. Pushing her just as quickly towards her climax. The moment she felt the stirrings of it in her belly, she bore down on his fingers, clenching all of her muscles, fingers digging into his scalp, desperately grabbing for that release.
It struck her like a hammer to the chest. She cried out, falling back on the bed again. His fingers moved faster, squelching now as her juices soaked him. He moaned, sucking on her clit until she began smacking at his head, too sensitive to handle it.
He finally lifted himself up, grinning at her as he licked his lips.
“Now. Please,” she begged, that orgasm doing nothing more than whetting her appetite. She needed that pressure immediately. That incredible feeling of being stuffed to her absolute limits. She needed him inside her.
He gave her one last, lingering kiss before moving up to notch his head at her entrance. She entertained herself by licking his nipple and running her nails down his back, making him growl in approval as his hips jerked, pushing her open.
She hadn’t stayed with him last night – following the human tradition of him not being allowed to see her a day before the wedding. Even just one day without him was enough to make her start shrinking again. She hissed as his cock pushed through.
Stretching her.
Filling her.
She canted her hips up, begging for more, as he growled his pleasure.
He wasn’t all the way in yet, but he began fucking her. Pumping his hips, pushing just a bit deeper each time. She cried out, eyes rolling back.
One good thing about her obligatory pre-sex orgasm was that it made the second one slower to build.
She could luxuriate in each sensation as he fucked her stupid.
Each stroke of his long, fat cock stealing a bit more of her sanity until she was nothing but a wailing, thrashing body underneath him, babbling for more. Harder. Deeper.
Because there was always more of him. That long, ridged shaft reshaping her body. That thick knot pressing at the sensitive skin at her entrance, beating against it until, with a snarl of relief, he finally shoved it inside.
Hattie squealed, coming again. This time, around the heated, hard flesh that filled her so perfectly. Her body was made for this. For taking him and feeling the ripples of his own pleasure in the way his muscles tensed and shook as he ground against her.
And then that moment when he came. Roaring, back bending, legs shaking, the rush of hot seed filling her up. And up. And up. Until the pressure was so great that it made her cry out with another climax as he began leaking out of her, around his knot.
Tuvo groaned, falling onto his back, bringing her with him, refusing to pull out. Though she was already bred, he still wanted to keep her full. And she absolutely loved the closeness and sense of comfort that came from these post sex cuddles.
“You are a wonder to me, vi kyrya,” he said, stroking her back. He didn’t sound tired at all. This was just round one, she knew. The moment she caught her breath, he would take her again. Making a huge, sloppy mess between her legs from their combined juices.
And she didn’t even care. She shivered, looking forward to it.
“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest. “So much, Tuvo.”
“I only regret that I waited this long to try to claim you.”
She shook her head, resting her chin down on his chest to smile up at him. “I don’t regret any of it. Not even a single second.”
“Including the moment you thought I said I didn’t want you because you were too big?” He snickered, like he couldn’t even stop himself from being amused at the very idea.
“Yes. Even then.” She folded her hands under her chin, circling her hips, making him groan.
“As terrible as it was to hear, it made me realize I had a lot to work through. If I hadn’t taken the time to be by myself and undo all that psychological damage Keith did, I don’t know that I would have been able to give my all to this relationship like I should. ”
Tuvo growled and swatted her butt, making her cry in shock. It hadn’t hurt, but it was a surprise.
“Don’t you ever speak his name when I’m inside you. Actually, don’t ever mention his name again. He doesn’t deserve your thoughts or attention, even in passing.”
Hattie laughed. “Who’s name?”
“Exactly.” He grabbed her hips and began bouncing her up and down. Jerking his cock with her body like she was a toy for his pleasure.
And it was amazing how she could feel like a toy and also a beloved partner at the same time.
“My Hattie,” he growled, eyes glued to the way her tits shook and jiggled with each bounce. She grabbed them, playing with her own nipples for his enjoyment. Sighing when the touch did something for her as well.
She wasn’t thinking about how she looked, only that Tuvo’s gaze darkened in appreciation for her.
She didn’t worry that he didn’t love her or that he would stop loving her if she wasn’t good enough.
She was beautiful and confident, and this was her mate below her, looking at her with such burning desire, she could never doubt the truth of that.
Two rounds, and some number of orgasms later, Tuvo was finally satisfied. She was nothing but a boneless heap on their nest, arms splayed out, as he laid between her legs, head resting against her belly, stroking her hip, as his seed leaked from her.
This was it. Her happily ever after. It had been a long time coming, and there had been some rough patches along the way, but she wouldn’t change a single step of the journey.
Content, well loved, and unspeakably happy, she fell asleep with her mate in her arms, excited to begin living the rest of her life.
End.