by Sabrina Kade
There is no room for miscommunication with this statement. I remove my hand and situate the crown of my cock at her opening. Our eyes lock right before I thrust through her folds and we gasp as one.
We are one. Sloane and me.
We are no longer two beings.
We’ve connected at the most intimate of places, and though I have claimed her before, it feels different this time.
Is it because she is mine? Is it because I realize that I am hers?
Either way, when our eyes meet as I thrust into her more deeply, I lose my breath.
I hiss, and the carnal lust I feel for Sloane washes over the pure devotion I also feel for her.
“See-loan,” I growl. “I do not… I do not think I can control myself.”
The passion takes over. I love too hard. Too deeply. Too passionately. I do not wish to frighten her, but I do not think I will be able to control myself when something so heavy has just occurred.
“Exer,” she says. “It’s okay. Do what you need to do.”
“I don’t want to scare you off—”
“I’m not scared,” she admits, bucking her hips up into mine. “Humans aren’t as delicate as you think, Exer. I may want a prince, but trust me, I’m no princess. Do it, Exer. Take me.”
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Something shifts in my vision, and before I have a chance to overthink, I thrust into her sack deep, and she cries out in surprise. There’s a brief scent of pain in the air, but no fear. There is something more glorious. Arousal. She enjoys my passion. Another hiss escapes, and I push harder and faster into her folds than I’ve ever done with her or the one before her.
No one else matters now. It’s only us, and I’m turning into an animal before her eyes.
I only hope she’s right in that I can’t chase her away.
I am not sure how humans pleasure each other, but Sloane seems to enjoy the violent pacing of my thrusts. There’s a squelching sound between our bodies, and though Sloane’s cheeks are pink, I let her know that I appreciate the sound. It means she is wet and ready for me. I close my eyes, knowing I won’t be able to last much longer.
She’s too incredible. I’ve waited too long. I’ve loved her from afar for too long.
“I’m close,” Sloane moans, arching her back.
I don’t get a chance to respond because my body jerks involuntarily at her words. I come hard and fast, pushing my seed into her cunt like the universe depends on it. She cries out that my seed is cold, but it does not seem to cause her pain. So long as she is not hurt, and able to handle my passion, I will give her everything I have. I buck and shiver, emptying my seed into her, and she reaches up and grips my shoulders and wraps her thighs around my hips. I keep thrusting through my orgasm because I do not think she has finished. I have already taken her hard. I must at least make sure she enjoys—
“Oh, God!” she squeals, spasming hard into my chest.
I forgot to let her come first, but I do not think it matters.
I stop thrusting so violently into Sloane and look down, studying the look of pure ecstasy play out on her pale features. She moans and groans and her thighs tighten and loosen against me several times. Her release feels warmer than mine as it coats my cock, and it’s almost as though she has claimed me as well. I roll away once her breathing slows down and pull her against me. We are both sticky with seed, but I hardly mind.
That seed is mine. As is the female who’s beside me.
“You are mine,” I growl into her hair when passion overwhelms me.
“All yours.” She wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her head under my chin, and all is right with the world.
I realize it doesn’t matter that I had to kill fauders to save her. I would do it all over to be naked in my bed, sticky with her seed while mine works its way inside her. My seed. Inside her. My eyes widen, and I pull her away from me.
“And this is what you want?” I ask carefully.
Her red eyebrows furrow. “You’re asking me that now?”
“I just…” I lower my chin, making sure she understands the levity of what we’ve done. “My seed is inside you. You do realize there’s a chance that…” I trail off, hoping Sloane gets it. I don’t want her ever to feel like I’m keeping secrets. Never again. If she were to ask me about the south, I will gladly tell her. But for now, this is much more important.
Sloane only smiles at me.
“If you’re asking if I’m okay with you getting me pregnant, the answer is yes, Exer.”
I grow hard at her words, almost losing my breath. I can’t help myself, reaching down and cupping her flat stomach. Is it possible? Is she already pregnant? Will I have a sprog of my own someday to love and cherish? I keep brushing the area as though she’s already carrying my future sprog. If she is not pregnant yet, she will be soon if I have anything to do with it.
I pull Sloane close and kiss her softly on the tip of her nose.
“I’m ready to go again,” I hiss.
She chuckles. “To go? Is there someplace you want to be?”
If she is teasing me, I cannot be sure, but if she thinks I am leaving this bed, she is wrong.
The only place I long to be right now is inside of her.
Because she is mine. At long last.
***
It takes several days of drawn out, glorious lovemaking from suns rise until suns set before Sloane and I finally leave our lair. We’ve gone out now and then to fulfill our basic needs such as food, drink, and waste, but this is the first day where I’m going to be around my brothers and Sloane will speak with some of the other human females. She longs to talk to Dolan’s mate because she stopped by our lair several times to check if everything was all right. She knew better than to come in, though. Otherwise she would have seen my bare ass in the air as I pleasured my mate either with my cock or mouth.
The Gathering Room is busier than usual when we arrive, and though there is a slight stink of desperation, I do not mind it so much. Two of my brothers are hanging around a small, pale-haired female, and though she doesn’t seem to mind the attention, she doesn’t quite seem to be enjoying it either.
“Phoebe’s going to have to stop toying them sooner or later,” Sloane says, shaking her head as the scene continues to unfold. “One of these days she’s going to have to Choose one of them. Or neither of them. It’s not fair to string them along unless she’s planning to take one as a mate.”
My eyes widen. My Sloane. Only she would be so compassionate about my brothers. And she is not wrong. I am not sure if I approve of the pale-haired female’s behavior. Drazal and Iriel are obviously both interested in her, but she doesn’t seem to favor one over the other.
“Maybe I should talk to her.”
I shake my head. “It would not be appropriate for you to intervene. She is a female, and she does not appear to be a sprog. She makes her own choices. My brothers probably know what they are doing as well.”
She hums but turns away from the scene right before Iriel grabs the pale-haired female’s upper arm and tugs her away. She glances back at Drazal over her shoulder, but he does not follow, only lowering his head, scuffing his scaled foot against the ground and leaving the Gathering Room all together.
For once, I understand the scent of desperation.
I feel bad for my brother. I know what it feels like to long for a female you cannot have.
Glancing around the room, I remember that four human females have mates now. Prince Korben has a sprog of his own. His mate walks around on sturdier legs with the bay-bee perched in her arms and Hujun’s mate eyes it closely because she realizes her time to be a mother is not far. She and Azan’s mate will be both be mothers in the near future.
The human females are strange for sure, so alien in every way, but that is not necessarily a bad thing. I look at Prince Korben’s bay-bee, and I wonder what mine could look like.
Will it be a boy or a girl?
Will it have fangs or scales?
Will it have smooth skin? Obviously, the coloring will be light.
The options are endless, and though I don’t speak about them with Sloane, they are always on my mind.
Excitement blossoms in me.
My future sprog.
I never imagined being able to think about such things. I felt Lavig had ruined me. I never thought I could find a potential mate in a human female. I never imagined that human female could want me to be her mate as well. I never imagined pleasuring her so much and each time is like the first time. I glance down at Sloane and my reality is no longer a dream.
She is beside me. In a few weeks, she is going to speak to Chentan to see if she is already carrying our sprog.
For now, she wants to focus on fucking like rabbits. Whatever what means.
Just as Sloane notices Dolan and his mate in the corner of the Gathering Room, she pulls away from me. Instinctively, I tug her back against my chest. I never want to be away from her. I want her by my side at all times, but I must also understand her needs. Human females enjoy interacting with other human females, even when they have a mate. I must understand and respect that. And so, after smirking at the surprised look on her face, I lower my head and kiss her deeply. She presses a hand against my bare chest to deepen the connection, and I’m already hard.
“I’m only going to talk to Layla,” she promises, winking. “I won’t leave this room without you.”
I’m probably too possessive of her already, but those words set me at ease. My expression softens as Sloane skips across the room and sits down next to Dolan’s mate. Their mouths move quickly, and before too terribly long Dolan’s expression turns sour, and he stands. He drops a kiss to his mate’s head and ambles over in my direction.
“Layla wants to smell See-loan’s hair,” he mutters, leaning back against the nearest wall and crossing his arms. “My Chosen is acting so strangely since I filled her with my seed. I love watching her belly grow, but her behavior grows more and more peculiar. I assume this is a human thing.”
I almost smile, seeing that Dolan is, in fact, correct, and his mate is burying her face into Sloane’s bloody-red hair. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, and Dolan’s mate rubs her belly, which is surprisingly full already.
“Have you filled your mate?” Dolan asks.
“I have pleasured her many times.”
Dolan grunts, a pleased smile on his face. “These human females. When I first looked at them, I thought they would be too small to handle my cock, but the human cunt is quite a remarkable creation. The stretching. I wish the mouth would work as well as the cunt, but I will not complain. Layla can take… enough.” He gets a dreamy smile on his face, and his desperation to claim her wafts into my nose.
I can’t disagree with him about the beauty of the stretching of a human female’s cunt, though. Sloane takes me until I am sack deep with a smile on her face.
“Do you want sprogs, brother?”
Dolan’s question takes me by surprise. “Of course, I do. I would not Choose a mate if I did not want a family.”
He nods. “Yes, I suppose that’s true. I must be honest with you, Exer. I never imagined you taking See-loan as a mate. I am glad you did. My Lay-lah longed for you. If you had taken her, I do not know what I would have done.”
“She was never an option.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “I should be insulted that my mate was not good enough for you, but I am I still glad.”
“No insult.”
“Yes, I know. That is why I am so happy.”
As am I. Lay-lah seems like a nice female, and she is always kind to me. But she was never meant to be mine. It had nothing to do with her. It had nothing to do with Dolan. She simply was not mine. Sloane always was. And looking at her now, chatting happily with Dolan’s mate, I see how much this interaction means to her. She is not like a female Sidyth. She will continue to want conversations with the other females. And though it will be difficult for me, I will endure it because I love her.
Also, she will probably need support from the other females if she is already carrying my sprog. I smile at this, gazing at Hujun’s tiny mate with her tight, round stomach. She moves around quickly enough. And Dolan’s mate, though she is impressively round at an early stage, she is not helpless. I long to see this side of Sloane. Watching her grow full with my bay-bee.
“We are going to see Chentan,” I tell Dolan, surprised to hear myself starting up a conversation. “To see if she is pregnant.”
“She probably is.” This thought pleases him for some reason. “Layla will be excited to have someone to go through this with. The other females are about to burst. She wants someone closer to her stage in the pregnancy. You should see Chentan as soon as possible so my mate will be pleased.”
“She wants to focus on… fucking like rabbits,” I explain, hoping Dolan understands my words.
He must because he bursts into laughter. “Your Chosen sounds like mine.” He shakes his head. “It will be interesting watching Layla grow larger and larger. I worry she will eventually slow down and not want pleasure. But not yet. Layla enjoys pleasure more than ever. She says it is the hormones. Prepare yourself, Exer. If my soft, ample mate is always longing for pleasure, I am sure your bloody-haired one will as well.”
Something stirs inside my stomach, and I move away from Dolan without saying anything until he reaches out and clasps my arm.
“What are you doing?” he asks. “The females are talking. You are not missing anything.”
“I do not care. I want to be with my Chosen. Come.”
“They are most likely talking about bay-beeze and other female things.”
“So? Then we shall be by their side and talk about, um… I’m sorry, Dolan. What would you like to talk about?”
His eyes are so full they almost pop out from his head. He uncrosses his arms and follows me. “You want to talk to me?”
“We’ve been talking already.”
“Yes, but…” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. It’s odd to see him look so unsure of himself. “You’ve never struck me as someone who wanted to talk with your brothers before.”
“I’ll be sticking around more now.”
“Because of See-loan?”
I nod. It’s odd because while it’s not the best answer, it’s also the only one I have. This does not mean I won’t visit my animals. I long to see Hinda and try my hand at interacting more with the rodurs. Plus, I am curious about how the fauders are going to act now that Sidyths have shown aggression toward them. I long to see how it all plays out, almost more than anything in the universe.
There is one thing, though, I long to see more than my animals.
She sits on a rock before me with Dolan’s mate. I pick up my pace, as need rocks through me but not before I turn back to Dolan.
“We shall talk soon, brother. For now? I must claim my mate.”
“Excuse me?” Sloane rises from the rock, but she’s not going to fight. Her friend – Layla – only shakes her head and rises too, bracing a hand across her back. “Are you saying you want to—”
“Fuck like bunnies?” I finish.
“Good gravy!” Pink flashes across her pale cheeks. “Exer, don’t say that in front of everyone.”
“Why not?” Layla says, eyeing Dolan. “Claiming doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”
Dolan’s expression shifts when he catches up to me, beaming wildly. “You are giving my mate a lot of wonderful ideas, Exer. I greatly appreciate it.” Without another word, he lifts his Chosen into his arms and strides to the door, with her laughing and squealing the entire way.
Speaking of good ideas—
I do the same thing, lifting Sloane into my arms. She is so light, it is like she was made for me and me for her. Nothing makes me happier. And though I am dying to find out if she already carries my bay-bee, there will be time to find out later. Then I can watch her grow. I can watch her become not only my mate but my sprog’s mother.
/> Groaning at the idea, I push my lips against Sloane’s, and she wraps her arms around my neck. I’m almost back to our private lair when she pulls away.
“Wait. I’ve got a better idea,” she whispers, snickering.
“Oh? And what is that?”
She twirls a piece of my hair around a slender finger. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you. Maybe you won’t be into it.”
I snort. “I’ll deny you nothing.”
She breaks out into that familiar, toothy grin and a bead of come appears at the tip of my erect cock. “All right then. Let’s go to the woods.”
“You wish for us to pleasure each other there?” I like the idea, but it seems a little out of place. Our lair is right here, and I’m already so aroused.
“Yes, but I also want to check on Hinda. We haven’t seen her in a few days. And I’ll admit… I kind of miss the slobbery beast.”
My eyes widen. This female is perfect. “You wish to see her instead of…”
“Oh, we’re going to have sex,” she teases. “Don’t you worry about that. I thought we could check on her and then make a little pit stop at the hot springs afterward.”
My cock grows harder, jutting against her butt. She giggles and squirms against me, making it almost impossible to ease past Glykoran and the female who always stands around him. My mate wants to receive pleasure, but she wants more than that as well. She knows what is important to me just like I am learning and respecting what is important to her. Hinda has been on my mind, and now Sloane wishes to see her. She also wants to return to the hot spring so I can pleasure her until she calls out to the deities.
My female is perfect.
Dolan was wrong. I do not have good ideas. Sloane does.
She is sensational in every way.
I always knew she was, but now she is no longer merely the perfect friend, female or human.
She is the perfect Chosen. The ideal mate.
And she is all mine.
The End
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