Kerris
His knot pulsed inside me every few minutes, releasing more seed, keeping my belly warm and swollen.
We talked.
Not about anything important at first. He told me about the Ossuary, about the creatures whose bones made up this territory, about the millennia of history that had shaped this landscape.
I told him about engineering school, about the structures I'd designed, about the bridges and buildings that still stood somewhere on colony worlds I'd never see again.
His cock stayed hard inside me the entire time.
Every time I shifted, I felt the ridges drag against my walls.
Every time I clenched, he pulsed more seed into me.
The intimacy was overwhelming. Not just physical, but emotional.
We were connected in the most fundamental way two beings could be connected.
"The nursery," I said eventually. "You built it twelve cycles ago?"
"Eleven cycles after I finished the main chamber." His hand stroked my hair, gentle despite its size. "I was certain, then, that someone would come. Someone who would see what I'd built and want to stay."
"Forty-three females," I said. "And none of them..."
"None of them were you."
I'd spent my whole life being overlooked, being second choice, being the one people used but never kept. And here was someone who'd been waiting two decades for me specifically.
"How did you know?" I asked. "That I was different?"
"You climbed." His voice rumbled through my body. "First thing you did after arriving, you climbed to high ground. You tested the load capacity before committing your weight. You thought like a builder."
"That's what made you decide to..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"That's what made me decide to wait. To be patient. To give you time to understand what I was offering." His hand moved to my belly, pressing gently against the swell where his seed filled me. "The others ran or hid or screamed. You analyzed."
I laughed. The sound was broken, emotional, nothing like my usual controlled humor. "I analyzed my way into being bred by an alien monster."
"You analyzed your way into a home." His voice was serious. "You analyzed your way into a partnership with someone who understands structure. You analyzed your way into a future worth building."
The knot pulsed. More warmth flooded into me. I gasped at the sensation, my walls clenching involuntarily.
"I can feel that," I said. "Every time you..."
"I know. The knot keeps stimulating both of us. It's designed to maximize the chance of conception."
Conception. A child. His child, growing inside me.
The thought should have terrified me. Instead, it made me clench around him again, which triggered another pulse, which made me moan.
"You're doing that on purpose," he said. His voice was strained.
"Maybe." I clenched again. Felt him pulse in response. "Is it working?"
"By the time the knot releases, you're going to be so full of me that conception is almost guaranteed."
"Good." The word came out before I could stop it. "I want that. I want to fill that nursery."
His cock throbbed hard inside me. Not a pulse of seed this time. A throb of arousal. Of renewed hunger.
"The knot is releasing," he said.
I felt it. The swelling at the base of his cock slowly reducing, the locked grip loosening. After forty-three minutes of being connected, the thought of separation made me whimper.
"Don't..."
"I'm not leaving." His voice was dark. Hungry. "I'm just changing positions."
The knot slipped free. His seed gushed out of me, thick and warm, pooling beneath me on the furs. But his cock stayed hard. Still inside me. Still ready.
He pulled out slowly. Let me feel every ridge dragging against my sensitive walls. Then he flipped me onto my stomach.
"Hands and knees," he commanded.
I obeyed. My arms shook from exhaustion, but I got myself up, presenting myself to him the way the tonic had been trying to make me present for ten days.
"Good." His hands gripped my hips. "Now I'm going to breed you properly."
He slammed into me from behind.
I screamed. The angle was different this way. Deeper, harder, his cock hitting spots that made my vision white out. He didn't start slow this time. Didn't give me time to adjust. He fucked me hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass, his claws leaving marks on my hips where he gripped me.
"Going to fill you again," he growled. "Going to breed you until you can't walk. Going to keep you full of me forever."
I came. Hard. My arms gave out and I collapsed face-first into the furs, my ass still raised, his cock still pounding into me. The pleasure was overwhelming, too much, my oversensitized body couldn't handle it.
He didn't stop.
"Every morning," he said between thrusts. "Every night. I'm going to breed you until you're so pregnant you can barely move. Until you're swollen with my offspring. Until everyone knows you're mine."
The possessiveness should have scared me. Instead, it made me come again, my walls clenching around him.
"Yes," I sobbed into the furs. "Yes, please, all of it..."
His knot was swelling again. I felt it pressing against my entrance, that impossible stretching, that pleasuring burn.
"Push out," he commanded. "Take it."
I pushed. The knot slid inside me, locking us together for the second time. Then he came.
More than before. So much more. I felt my belly swelling with the pressure, could feel myself being filled past capacity. His seed had nowhere to go, sealed in by his knot, and I felt every pulse, every spurt, every hot wave of him claiming me from the inside.
I came again. And again. My body couldn't stop, couldn't process the stimulation, couldn't handle the overwhelming sensation of being bred and knotted and filled completely.
My vision started to gray at the edges.
"Bruk..." His name was the last thing I managed to say before the darkness took me.
I woke up still connected to him.
His knot had released at some point while I was unconscious, but he was still inside me. Still hard. Still leaking occasional pulses of seed into my already-flooded womb.
"You passed out," he said. His voice was tender, concerned. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you."
"You bred me unconscious." I laughed weakly. "That's... that's a lot."
"Too much?"
I thought about it. About the fullness still inside me. About the warmth of his seed, the weight of it in my belly. About the soreness that would be there tomorrow and the next day and maybe forever.
"No," I said. "Not too much. Just... enough."
He pulled out slowly. I felt the gush of his seed leaving my body, so much of it, more than seemed possible. My thighs were coated. The furs beneath me were soaked. I was a mess.
I didn't care.
He lay down beside me and pulled me against his chest. His cock finally softened, retreating back into its sheath. For the first time in ten days, I felt peaceful. The tonic was satisfied. My body had gotten what it needed.
And more than that, I'd gotten what I needed. Not just relief. Not just an end to the suffering. A home. A future. Someone who'd waited twenty cycles for me and would wait twenty more.
"Sleep," he said. "Tomorrow we start building."
"Building what?"
"Everything." His hand rested on my belly, where his offspring might already be growing. "The nursery needs to be finished. The ventilation needs those modifications you suggested. And if the ferals attack..."
"Ferals?"
"Later." He kissed the top of my head. "Sleep now. We have twenty days until the portal. And a lifetime after that."
I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
I wasn't running from anything. I was exactly where I wanted to be.