by Gabby Dark
“Let me please you, Zark. I want this more than you know,” I said. “I want to have sex.”
I was so wet and his cock was slick with both my juices and his seed. It would’ve taken a second to just lift myself and take him inside.
A visible lump rose in his throat as he swallowed. “Are you sure?” His ǔre was going haywire. As I sat straddling him, I felt every electrifying jolt pulsing through me as if we were one already.
“You say I am your mate. I want to truly be your mate. I claim you now. Let’s claim each other now. I’m sure. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He folded upward until our chests touched. “Me too, my sweet Freya. I’d give anything to be with you forever.”
Our lips came together just to connect, but we didn’t kiss. While still holding my gaze, he lifted my hips until my center was an inch or two directly above his cock. I initiated everything, easing the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and sliding down until my hymen hindered further entry.
I pressed my lips to his and he wrapped his arms around me. “Look at me. Feel my aura and the way it gravitates to you. When we are one, when we truly become one, we’ll share a bond that can never be broken.”
I gasped when I felt warm vibrations flooding up my core. I sighed and settled down, sliding my sex down his massive erection until my sheath fit tight like a glove over him.
Once he broke past my barrier, pain turned to pleasure. I watched as his face contorted with the same emotions. He thrust up into me the last couple of inches and a cry ripped from my throat. A climax rippled through me and the walls of my pussy clamped around him hard.
I moved over him, up and down, riding his cock for both of our pleasures. Everything came naturally to me and I worked my hips until the tempo was set.
He kissed my lips, my face, and even lifted my chin to nip my throat and glide his tongue across my neck. My breasts bounced in his face as I rode him. He captured my nipples between his lips a few times, making me wetter. I came so many times, I lost count.
When my rhythm slowed, he turned us over on the bed with my legs still wrapped around his back and plundered me. Each thrust brought me closer to orgasm and closer to him. He slide his hand under the small of my back and held my hips off the bed and dragged my pussy back and forth over his rod. The tip of his cock massaged my front walls, stimulating something deep inside. Not my clit. Something else. I came undone again, coating his entire shaft with my cream. This time, I saw the moon, the stars. The sun. And the lightning.
“Ahh,” he groaned. When his forehead began to crease, I knew he was near completion. I felt him inching out of me, still fucking me, but trying to retreat.
“Don’t stop fucking me,” I urged, sinking my sex down so that he was buried to the hilt.
“I’m going to spend if I don’t stop,” he groaned.
“Come inside me, Hvit’zark. I want to feel you, all of you, inside me. Filling me with your seed.”
“Argh,” he groaned.
The hot rush of cum splashed against my womb and then rushed inside me like a never-ending stream. I joined him in climax once again. Our union was magically. Just as he said, this was more than just physical. There’d been a bond developing between us from day one. This mating had just strengthened it.
Zark held me afterward without pulling out his cock. That was fine by me. There were so many nights before this that I tried imagining what he’d feel like inside of me. Now that I knew, I’d never stop wanting him.
“Zark,” I whispered, stroking his face. “I loved doing that with you. We should’ve done that before.”
He smiled and cuddled me closer. “There’s a first time for everything, love. And for my first time, that was mind-blowing.”
“Out of this world mind-blowing,” I added. “Can we do it again?”
He chuckled. “Sure. If you want the King’s prophecy to come true, but it might already have.”
I lifted my head from his chest to make eye contact with him. “His prophecy?”
“Yes. About you, me, and all of our children that we don’t have room for currently.”
I giggled and blushed. “We’ll work on that. After you told me about how your father was a builder, I read some books on podhouse construction.”
He laughed. “Seriously, love?”
“Seriously. I’d make a good carpenter too, don’t you think?”
I kissed his lips and I laid my head back on his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.
We never left each other’s arms that night, except to take a shower and then jump back in bed only to make love all over again. We talked about almost everything until we realized it was time for brunch again and that we had not slept at all.
I dreamt of children when I finally did drift off to sleep in Zark’s arms. How fitting.
Chapter Eighteen
Zark
* * *
A few days later…
I entered the podhouse, and instantly, my eyes fixed on Freya standing on her tiptoes next to a shelf putting away some books. The smell of something cooking on the stove raced to me too, but eating food wasn’t the only thing on my mind.
I dropped the bundle of firewood on the mat and pulled the door close.
“Zark.” She smiled, lighting up the whole entire room with her beauty and presence. “How was your meeting with the Prince?”
“It went very well,” I crossed the room to pull her in my arms and kiss her.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, my sweet.” She smelled of cherry blossoms. She must have taken a bath when I left her this morning. I had ravaged her sweet body, but still I yearned for more.
This would never get old. Every day after my duties, I raced home to her. There was no more lingering around the outer lands at night because I had nothing better to do. My life held so much promise with Freya in it.
She grabbed the band of my loin cloth and pulled me close. My cock was already hard, ready to fill her creamy pussy.
“Hmmm,” she teased, “Somehow I knew you’d be like this.” She undid the knots of my belt and pushed the garment down my hips.
She licked her lips and I knew what she had in mind. She had a wicked tongue that she used to pleased me thoroughly, and many times after she brought me to climax with it, I could barely move.
Before she could fall to her knees to drive me absolutely insane, I spun her around and pressed her front against the wall.
“I want you like this,” I rasped against the back of her neck, nipping at her delicate flesh.
She reached back and caught some of my hair in a fist. “I’m ready for every raw inch. Fuck me now. I’ve waited hours for this.”
I loved how my mate had a dirty vocal mouth just for me. My cock stiffened in reply.
She might as well have been naked already. Her tunic was see-thru, barely there, and it easily slid off her. I ripped the dress down her legs and proceeded to knead her soft backside with my palms. I reached in front to test her readiness. My cock jumped when I learned that she was dripping. I placed my hands on her hip and propped her back just a bit and thrust myself deep and completely into her pussy. It was like sinking into a sea of ecstasy.
“Fuck me hard, Hvit’zark,” she begged.
I pulled out all the way to the tip and slammed back in. She put both hands on the wall to brace herself. With deep, powerful thrusts, I plundered her until she was trembling and her juices were dripping down her thighs.
There was no end to my hunger for Freya.
When it came to her, my needs became carnal.
I wanted to give her pleasure beyond anything she’d ever felt before. Whenever she screamed my name, the sound of her voice encouraged me.
“Oh! Harder please. Yes…I’m going to come.”
I closed the gap between us and pressed my mouth to the back of her neck. The tip of my cock rocked into her G-spot and my kuvak rose from the base, massaging
her tight walls even more.
When she began to tremble, I joined her. My seed came hot and heavy just like my thrusts in and out of her pussy.
I groaned loudly in climax, but that was only the the first round.
I spun her around, picked her up, and pressed her back into the wall.
I entered her again, impaling her and plundering her.
She screamed over and over again as my bulbous head met her womb. She wound her legs tightly around me, begging for my fertile seed.
“Zark,” she moaned.
Our lips touched lightly. Our tongues connected. We kissed.
“I love you, Freya,” I declared.
She caught my gaze, smiling with her eyes glazed over with passion. “And I love you too.”
I paused my thrusting for just a bit. Just long enough for me to walk her over to the bed. I sat down so that she was straddling me. She was a wanton woman when it came to taking what she wanted and she knew exactly what to do and how to do it to reach the end she wanted, taking me inside her over and over again.
She rode me like I was her wild beast. In spirit, yes I was.
But Freya changed me. She came into my life when I was just a hopeless soul. And now, my rogue heart belonged to her.
Chapter Nineteen
Freya
* * *
A week later…
I had just gotten back from the market after picking up some much needed supplies. Zark had gone out with some of the scouts to train them. There was no sign that he had returned while I was shopping, but I knew he’d be back soon.
I got started on making sandwiches for brunch, which he usually came home and ate before going out to work or train for a second shift. Thirty minutes into preparing the food, Zark came up the path with two other scouts. They all sat down on a bench under a tree and continued their conversation.
I made a few extra sandwiches, wrapped them, and took them out on a little tray to Zark and the scout trainees.
“Hello,” I said. “I made some extra sandwiches for everyone.”
Zark smiled and reached out to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulled me against him. “You’ve all met my mate, Freya.”
They all nodded. I placed the sandwiches on the table. After thanking me, both trainees grabbed one from the tray.
“Thank you,” Zark mouthed.
I ran my fingers down his long sleek hair and said, “I had fun shopping, but I’m glad I got back in time to have a lunch date with you before you start your rounds again.”
Zark brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them. He stood up. “If you will excuse me, scouts. I’ll be back in a few.”
He never gave the scouts time to answer. He swooped me up off the ground and led me back into the podhouse. The frames vibrated when he hastily slammed the door shut.
I giggled when he dropped me down on the bed. “Don’t you want to eat lunch?” I asked.
“Yes, and I want to eat it right now,” he replied, jerking the belt from his loin cloth.
“Okay, but—” I bit out a strangled cry the moment he dived between my leg and ran his tongue through my slit.
He parted my folds with his fingers and immediately went for my swollen clit. He lapped hungrily, dragging his tongue from my forbidden hole to my clit, which he worked up into a frenzy until my honey spilled for him. I reached peak in no time, hiding my muffled screams behind my hand.
When he came up after having his fill, he lifted and propped the back of my left leg against his chest and plunged his cock into my pussy. His face contorted in passion as he seated himself fully inside of me.
“You’re so tight, sweet Freya. Gods,” he growled, pumping into me.
“I love the way you feel inside me. You’re so big. I can’t get enough,” I panted.
He kissed the bottom of my feet since my left leg was stretched flat on his chest. My toes curls and my climax came almost without warning.
“Your pussy is milking me,” he groaned, looking down at my pussy while he pounded into me. “You’re perfect.”
Zark clenched his teeth and tensed. He spilled his seed, and stream after stream of hot cum flooded me.
“That was good,” he panted as we lie next to each other. “And now I am tired.”
“You? Tired? No way?” I teased.
“What can I say? I live to please you, love.”
Chapter Twenty
Freya
* * *
One month later…
I walked out into the cold night knowing that Zark was somewhere nearby. In fact, I knew exactly where he was. I remembered that one time when he first brought me to his home and I walked out to this very tree. He’d caught my ankle and then caught my fall. It was on that morning that we’d had the conversation about the possibility of me leaving and sending me back to the dorms. Even if I had gone back, it wouldn’t have mattered. At one point or another, my intuition would have led me right back here.
He was on the ground, beneath the tree with his eyes closed. Sleeping. Or maybe just pretending to be asleep.
I knelt down on the ground and was able to stretch out right beside him. I laid out the blanket I’d brought with me so that it covered both of us.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping out here, love,” he said quietly, which confirmed that he wasn’t sleeping at all.
“I was cold without you.”
“I was coming back.” He lifted me off the ground and placed me on top of him. He felt so warm. He was solid, yet secure and soft.
I laid my head against his chest. “What were you doing out here?” I asked.
“I was only meditating,” he said. “And looking at the stars.”
“So, that’s what you do out here when you’re alone.”
“Yes, sometimes it can be more fulfilling than sitting in the cave of reflection,” he said.
“What were you thinking about?” I asked.
“Us.”
I smiled. “And what else?”
“Something has changed…”
I lifted my head from his chest and looked at his face. It was dark, but I could still make out his ǔre gleaming in his eyes. “Something?”
“There’s something different about you.”
I sighed and smiled and knew in that moment I couldn’t keep my news from him. Because if he knew that something had changed in me, he probably already suspected what I came out here to tell him.
“I’m pregnant.”
He exhaled a long sigh on contentment. “I knew it.”
I swallowed. “Is that okay?”
“Of course, it’s okay. I am so happy I could leap for joy.”
I giggled. “I would like to see that.”
He stroked my chin with his fingers. “You’ve known for two weeks haven’t you?”
I nodded. “I just wasn’t sure. Meriuam left me the tests because she suspected it too, but I didn’t need to take them. My cycles are regular. I’ve missed too many days. I know I’m pregnant. But how did you know?”
“You were sick a few days ago right after we ate breakfast. And then the week before that, I scented that something was off about your body. When our mates become pregnant with our young, they give off a very distinct scent. I’ve smelled it before but I didn’t know what it was. I had to think on it for a bit.”
“It makes me so happy to know that you’re happy about this too,” I said.
“I’m going to be a father,” he said.
“What do you think the sex will be?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll aim to be the best father I can.”
“I know you will.”
“But if she’s a girl. I’m sure she’ll be as beautiful as you are,” he said.
“And if he’s a boy, I want him to be just like his father. We’ll name him after you. A junior, yes?”
“If we have a boy, I’d want him to be better than me. He’ll be independent. He’ll have the best tutors and best training. I know it. In our culture, we
generally do not name our sons after us. It is only after the death of the father, that his son will bear his first name. But I will leave my son more than my name when I die. I will leave him a legacy.”
“A legacy. That’s how you became Hvit’zark Ruavu Braddlk. You’re the son of Braddlk.”
“Yes, love. My father was a builder and I am his son.”
I kissed him on the lips. “Ruavu means brave. I saw it in a book. Our children will be brave just like you.”
“They’ll also be smart like their mother,” he replied.
I cuddled against him and closed my eyes.
Zark kissed the top of my head and whispered,
“Our love is without end.
Our fates, forever intertwined.
Our bond, too solid to be broken.
I’m looking forward to our future, sweet Freya.”
Epilogue
Zark
* * *
Eleven months later…
Freya was in bed nursing our son. Vul'rik Keddet was just three months old and he was already eating so much. He was greedy boy, just like his father, but he was healthy. And his mother was too.
I turned off the lights in the house, switched on the lamps, and came to join her on the bed. I kissed our son on top of his head of thick black hair and then kissed my mate on the lips.
“You look so sleepy, my love. I wish I can do that for you,” I said.
She smiled. “You’ve done enough. Dinner was delicious.”
“I can be the chef of the house tomorrow too, just tell me what’s on the menu.” I leaned back and folded my hands behind my head.
“Waffles and syrup for sure for brunch,” she said. “As for the rest, surprise me.”
“Got it.”
“I was meaning to tell you this morning. Your uncle came buy and brought a second bassinet for Vul'rik. Isn’t that nice? Now we’ll have two. We won’t have to move them about.”
