Driok
My little mate slumbers next to me, the occasional sweet little hiccup coming from her as I curl my tail around her ankle, a place it prefers to be.
Her little stomach is only slightly swollen for the time being, but from what the healer said, and presuming he is correct, her pregnancy is progressing swiftly.
She should be twice this size in no time at all, until she is so big, and so delicious, I won’t be able to keep my cock out of her.
I’m paraphrasing his words, but he did warn me how much I will rut for her and how, in his limited readings, it was the way most female Sarkarnii ended up with a second sarkarnling, and more, once they had birthed the last.
Something I want more than ever for my mate and me. I need her to fill my ship with sarkarnlings, like Dante has with his. The whole of Vorostor needs to ring with the sound of sarkarnling laughter and the skies fill with the fluttering of their early shifts.
But in order to do any of this, we have to get my crew and ship back. I’ve wound up the net too tight and it has been used against me.
Never again.
“Driok.” Maggie’s eyes are half open as she contemplates me. “You’re thinking too loud.”
“I’m thinking I need to mate you some more if you are already awake,” I say, my voice a bed of gravel after having roared her name so loud as my cock exploded within her.
A cock which is already awake for her, pressing at my pouch, eager for more.
Maggie rolls onto her side and then pushes herself up on her arms and knees, presenting her gorgeous behind to me, her cunt pink from my earlier attentions, her sweet little pucker still glistening with my spend.
“You tease your Sarkarnii warlord too much.”
“I’ll tease him more if he doesn’t stick his cock in me,” she says, her voice muffled. “And you need to get used to this position because the bigger I am, the more you’re going to use it.”
“Nev!” My cock unpouches violently, pre-seed spurting from it.
And my shift, the one thing I thought I had under control, is upon me, all scales, all tail, all wings.
“Spitfire,” I growl. “What you do to me is not possible.”
Maggie peeps under her arm, her face flushed. Her hand appears between her thighs, toying with herself.
“And yet, I still don’t have a Sarkarnii cock inside me,” she replies. “So, whatever I am…”
Her breath is pulled from her body as I slide inside her with one easy movement. Her sweet, tiny form accommodates me perfectly as she moans my name.
“You do now, mate. Now you know you belong to me.” I withdraw slowly, enjoying the feel of her tight channel sucking hard on my cock, the seed she has already taken from me making my passage so much easier.
I slide one hand under her little body, enjoying the ripeness of her, enjoying her scent and the way she melts into me as I continue to plunder her, watching as my cock slides in and out, her sweet little cunt sucking at me, her gorgeous little bottom hole pursing tighter and releasing as she mewls her delight.
I have an overwhelming desire to see something inside her, right there, staring up at me.
Maggie releases a cry, and her hot little pussy clamps down hard on my cock.
I’m not ready, and the deliciousness of her touch surprises me, my cock releasing hot seed and my orgasm turning my vision to red.
There may have been a brief flame, cut off before I accidentally set off the fire suppressants within this building, but only just. I could have flamed forever, if we were anywhere else but Xracak City.
Beneath me, Maggie moans my name, and I gently lower her to the cushions as I become more myself again.
My cock is still buried with in her, and her body is still wracked with her own climax.
Once we have recovered, I go to the washing area and get cloths to clean her up before I carry her up to the mezzanine area and put her into the bed.
Together, we sleep the sleep of mates. I know I will never be parted from her, not while there is any blood left in my body.