Page 45 of Warrioress

“And I will protect you,” she assured him. “We will protect our family together. You will never hurt again if I have anything to say about it.”

Laro winced and sighed, his eyes going back to the material hugging her legs as his cocks surged with their demand. “I hurt.”

Her eyes drifted down, and her expression softened. “Yeah, it looks like you do. And you are being impressively calm despite that. I’m going to take my pants off, but let’s keep my tunic in one piece and on my body, okay? I don’t want my breasts shredded on anything out here.”

He nodded. Yes. Her skin was soft. She did not have the tough hide or thick pelt of a Ragoru. At his nod she smiled and removed her belt that kept her upper covering cinched around her waist. It dropped away and thudded with the clatter of the belt against the weapon it held. Her belly was bared enticingly for a moment as she lifted her tunic to loosen the ties on her pants, pushing them down with a slight wiggle of her wide hips. Long brown legs were slowly revealed, and Laro restlessly shifted his weight in excitement. The moment she kicked off her foot coverings and tugged the material free from her feet he lunged for her, lifting her up off her feet to drape her over a fallen tree.

His mate gasped in surprise but there was no fear in her scent. Only her desire filled his nose, and he rumbled with pleasure as he pushed closer, spreading her legs wide for him. The dark hue of her sex was different from that of a Ragoru, though it was also surrounded by fur. He touched the dark curls with his fingers, brushing his claws through them before dipping his fingers inside, angling them so that his claws would not catch the soft skin there as he slid them over her wet sex opened for him.

She sighed softly, her hips arching into his touch and then jerked with a small cry when his tongue found her heat and lapped her essence from each delicate petal of her sex. Her taste burst over his tongue, so familiar and sweet. It tasted like the best thing in the world to him—like the taste of home—and he lapped it eagerly until she arched with a cry, her hips shooting up as her cunt fluttered around his tongue that he had thrust into her to gather more of the sweetness straight from the source. Her nectar instantly flooded his tongue with her release, and he growled and crowded closer.

She was ready for breeding now.

Pressing closer, he lined his primary cock with her entrance. The tip of the ruffled head grazed her clit and he angled it lower, and his mate shivered and whimpered as it pressed in ever so slightly. Grunting in satisfaction, he rocked his hips forward, sinking his cock into her heat with a single thrust. His mate’s hips arched to meet him, her cry of pleasure sweet in his ears as her cunt stretched around his length, gripping it and pulsating around his cock in a way that was hot and snug.

He shuddered with pleasure and pulled out just enough to shove back in with a growl as her hips jumped and her fragrant wet heat spilled around his cock. Her channel squeezed him, demanding more of him as she moaned beneath him. Digging his claws into the tree on either side of her to anchor himself, Laro rocked into her again, driving the full length of his primary cock in and out of her as her body drew on his in a primal demand for his seed. His growl grew louder with his excitement. He had never felt his cock so full before. Already he could feel his knot starting to bulge as he drove into her again. He shifted, eager to get into her before it grew too large for her small entrance to accommodate. It wouldn’t swell much more yet, not without both of his cocks buried within her, but he couldn’t ignore his primitive drive to have it rooted within her.

Shifting his angle again, he withdrew to the tip so that his secondary cock brushed her lower entrance. He rocked forward and growled loudly as both of his cocks sank into her. She gasped softly with excitement at his invasion, her fingers gripping his fur to pull him in closer even as she rocked up into his thrusts, meeting him. The cries mingled as he drew back his hips and thrust again, his lower hands gripping her sides to pull her to him as he worked her on his cock. His hips moved quicker as his urgency rose within him, clawing at his gut with the need for release. Each thrust came quicker and went deeper, and his second cock began to pulse and vibrate within her at every thrust, drawing sharp cries of need from his mate.

He bent over her, adjusting his grip on the tree so that he covered her completely, the short fur on his chest and abdomen gliding against her skin with every forward motion. The new angle allowed his hips more freedom of movement and he snapped them eagerly, his tail stretching out behind him as he rutted her, his growls and moans blending into a single long, harmonious sound as he felt his knot finally ballooning.

Her cunt clenched repeatedly around him with fresh floods of heat, her cries louder as his knot continued to expand to bulge within the tight clench of her channel. He ground against her, stimulating the bulge with small yanks even as her cunt pulsed tightly around him in rhythmic squeezes. He knew she was coming close to her release, and he could feel his own rising up from his sac and into his lower belly and spine. Laro growled with pleasure and instinctively pressed his muzzle into the side of her neck, inhaling deep as their bodies slapped together.

Her rich scent drove his desire higher, but with it came a need that started deep in his gut, one that sent small warnings through the murk of his mind before quickly disappearing again. Their scents were mingling, but it was not right. She was his mate. She should smell more like him. His muzzle brushed her shoulder as he rutted into her desperately, gently mouthing the tender flesh. No mark. He had never marked his mate!

His female shifted beneath him with a small sound, but he growled, his mouth tightening on her. His! She was his mate! He had to claim her now. His cock jerked he slapped forward with the first spray of his seed, his teeth sinking deep even as his secondary cock pumped a thick spray of its pleasure fluids. Her cry of startled pain morphed into one of ecstasy, her body writhing against his with delirious pleasure. Laro snarled with his own release but dragged a hand away to bite into the flesh of his palm. Blood welled up in a pool, and he dripped it into her open mouth. It splattered in crimson rivers over her tongue and over her chin as his blood was fed into her and disappeared down her throat. She didn’t even fight it, her entire body lost in pleasure as his cocks continue to release within her in thick sprays.

His musk welled up around them and he dragged in a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his seed mixed with her essence.

Even after he stopped releasing, his cocks did not soften. Need spurred him harder as he continued to rut her pinned against the tree. The sun slowly shifted through the trees as it made its way across the sky as he rutted his mate with the desperation that came with the breeding season. Uma’s cries filled the air but if he worried that he might have been hurting her, every time he attempted to withdraw she dragged him back to her as if she too were affected by the heat driving him. It was as if they were caught within the same fire as they desperately came together again and again against that tree.

Was it the Withering Days, he fought against the haze in his mind trying to remember. No. The Withering Days had been spent confined with his triad. It was already long past.

His triad! Laro slumped against his female, his cock giving one last shuddering jerk with the last of his seed spent. He slowly lifted his head and looked around tiredly, exhaustion dragging through his body. Drawing back into a seated position, his gaze fell to his primary cock slicked with her heat and his seed still buried in her cunt.

His eyes widened in shock. He had bred her! His eyes flew to her shoulder and then down to his aching hand, a low groan rumbling in his throat. He bred and mated her in his frenzy. True, she had said she wanted to be with them, but they had not even discussed what was involved in mating or if she even truly wished to mate in the Ragoru way. He had not even given her the proper words oath as her mate.

Laro cleared his throat and pulled awkwardly away, his cocks sliding free from her body. “My apologies. I was not in my right mind.”

Uma stretched as she sat up and winced slightly, her hand going to her lower back, but the look she gave him was one surprisingly filled with amusement rather than chastisement. She leaned forward to lay across his thighs, a yawn escaping her.

“Heat definitely packs a powerful punch,” she agreed.

His blood chilled. He only had vague memories of pink powder rising around him, its sweetness filling his nose. No wonder he had not been able to think properly. Everything had been a fog in his mind—everything except her.

He let out a slow breath and shuddered. “I am glad that I did not harm you. But my males...”

She stroked the fur on his side. “Relax, they are fine. I warned them so they were able to put distance between us before you could do anything.”

The tension bled out of him, and he nodded gratefully. There was still the mating matter, however. He was not sure how to tell her, so he just came out with it.

“I mated you... and bred you,” he added with a wince. “I know we did not speak of such things yet, but you should know I have bonded you with a lead male incapable of siring rogs.” He swallowed hard, some small part of him withering at the thought of no longer being the protector and leader of his triad. But he would do it for his family—and for Uma. “If it would please you, I can ask Vrin to challenge for lead. He was unable to do so for Ekeren, but in time he may heal enough with you as a mate to be able to take leadership of the triad.”

Uma looked up at him and frowned. “I don’t want that. More importantly, I don’t think Vrin wants that either. He relies on you—we all do. You are lead for a reason, because that is who you are.”

Laro’s heart clenched, hope rising unbidden within him with a rush of warmth. But still it pained him to know that they would never have rogs.

“You do not mind not having offspring?” he rasped.

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