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“I hope that means it was as good for you as it was for me.”
“I can answer that…” I pause as he seems to involuntarily jerk his hips against me one last time, as though making sure he is truly deep enough and emptied of seed.
“Go on,” he says.
“By saying I hope we do that many more times. That is how you know it was good for me.”
“We will do it many more times.” He kisses my ear then down my neck. “Many times, every day.”
“Well I’m not sure about that and—”
He laughs gently. “As often as you want, the breeding program doesn’t state how many times a day.”
I tighten my pussy and anus around his cocks. “Don’t tease me.”
He groans and his forehead presses to my shoulder. “I am so thankful I claimed you to be my queen. No other Earth woman would ever fit me in life or in the bedchamber.”
I smile and release the handle, flex and curl my stiff fingers. My nipples are still being sucked.
“We should.” I swallow, my mouth dry. “Turn off the bench I…”
“Yes. Of course.” He straightens, and the breast pockets still and the binds around my torso and legs magically vanish. I have no idea how he did that.
“Keep still,” he says, applying pressure to the small of my back. “I will withdraw with minimal seed leakage.”
I hold my breath as his cocks pull out in a slippery heated trail of solid flesh.
“That is good,” he says, rubbing over what is likely his handprint on my buttock. “Your vagina is full of seed, it is being absorbed fast.”
I close my eyes and think of the reality of carrying an alien child.
No going back now.
But I don’t want to.
Athos is more of a man than any I ever met on Earth and his words are kind and sincere and his actions loving and sensual.
I had regretted my decision to come to Planet Hade, thought it the biggest mistake of my life and tried to escape at the first chance I got.
Now…now I remember why I signed on the dotted line. Why I had to get away and from whom. Never in a million years had I thought I’d be queen alongside a handsome and commanding king.
But life has a strange way of twisting and turning…not that I could have ever predicted this when I was in a tutu all those years ago or spinning around a pole in Vegas more recently.
Rachel
“Tr-Argon, is that you?”
“Yes.”
I look up as he strolls into the kitchen area. He has been to work in the laboratory all day and I have been sketching the birds at the back of the house. They are so new to me, and all so quirky with their tufted feathers, long tails, and some almost neon in color.
“But who else would it be?” he walks up to me and slides his arms around my waist, pulls me close.
“I like to check when I hear someone step into our home.”
He smiles.
I know he likes it when I call it our home. He says it makes the dream of us filling it with children all the more real after it being empty and quiet for so long.
“Did you have a good day at the laboratory?”
“Yes.” He swipes his lips over mine. “If I don’t count the fact that I can’t bear to be apart from you, then yes, it was productive.”
“Oh?”