Chapter 25
Vytln
Haven was squealing and shaking and laughing.
Gasping with pleasure, giggling with delight, giving him looks that were both excited and eager.
Like each strike he landed against her backside brought her untold joy and pleasure.
He was barely using any force, mostly he was just enjoying the way her flesh jiggled and shook.
He didn’t want to hurt her. And he didn’t think he actually was.
Though her skin was darkening and getting hotter, though she jumped with each spank, she was still smiling so brightly, begging him for more.
All the while, dripping his seed onto their nest.
What a waste. He’d replace it soon enough.
For now, he snaked his arm around her waist and jerked her close.
He brought her breasts to his mouth and immediately bit the hardened, darkened nipple.
He pulled, letting her own weight put more force behind it.
He loved the way she squealed, and her muscles jumped against his hand.
He switched to the other breast and did the same thing. Then moved between them both, biting and sucking, leaving marks all over her that satisfied something wonderful within him, even as it built something else further and further.
A connection. A knowing. An understanding.
He was binding his mate to him with each kiss. Each bite. Each spank. Each time he came deep inside and seeded her vulnerable little womb.
The bond was settling.
Satisfied – for now, at least – that he’d punished his little pest for her distractions, he grabbed her by the hips and lined them up again.
This time, he put the head of his upper, second cock at her entrance.
It was already throbbing, angry that he hadn’t immediately fucked her a second time, keeping his cum inside as he was meant to.
There was no attempt at going slow, at letting her adjust to him. This time, he slammed her down, hard and deep, immediately. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath before he was fucking her – hard and fast and ruthless.
Laying his claim on her with his cock, his teeth, his hands. Marking her as his. Making sure that she would never forget it. Tying them together. Bonding them forever.
Vytln groaned, the very idea bringing him to the edge of orgasm. It didn’t take but a few more thrusts to throw him over and he was filling her up a second time. Grunting as her felt her cunt spasming around him as he pumped her fill.
This time, he didn’t give her a break as he yanked his second cock free and replaced it with the first and shoved deep.
He kept going, recovering and fucking her at the same time.
The way his cock thickened and throbbed in the middle not only enhanced her pleasure, but it kept his seed from leaking out even as he thrust inside her wild and strong.
Her voice broke by the third time he came.
Her body broke by the fifth time he came.
She was trembling, mumbling, limp and shaking, as he continued to fuck her. She was a wet, sloppy mess between her legs. She couldn’t hold up her head; her hands and feet were limp. She was a complete mess. But she was still. For the first time, she wasn’t restless.
Vytln finally slowed by the sixth time he came. He didn’t stop. But he moved her with deliberate, sharp, slow jerks. Chuckling as he picked her up and dropped her, forcing her body to fall down his cock. Fucking her with gravity.
“How are you doing, my little pest?” He asked, his tone soft. Tender. Unfamiliar to himself, but it felt as right as the changes that had come over her.
She was not calm. He was not tender. But they were both changed, made different, through this bond he could feel forged between them. Stronger than steel. Hotter than fire. Brighter than a star. Vaster than the black that was their home.
Weak, distant, she let out a soft, uneven chuckle.
Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Her skin was covered in a layer of sweat.
Her belly and chest heaved with each breath.
He could see the dark marks of his teeth, his fingers, his hands all over her.
When he looked between her legs, where they were connected, he could see the cooling orange of his cum dying where it had left a mess on the stretched lips of her cunt.
The delicate, soft, inner skin was violently red, dark and hot.
Abused and sensitive. He brushed his thumb over her overly sensitive clit and she whimpered. Pained and pleasured in equal measure.
“Is it too much, my little mate?” He asked, circling the nub instead.
“Yes-s-s,” she hissed, eyes rolling back.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head quickly. Desperately. “No. Not being done… Please…”
He’d overwhelmed her. But she didn’t want to be done. Yes. She was a perfect mate for him. Because he wasn’t nearly done with her either.
“We won’t be done. Not for a long time,” he promised, reaching up to grab the chain spools. It was time to give those limbs of hers a chance to rest and move her to a new position.