Page 11 of Baby for the Serp General

The cock inside her was still hard and throbbing. He thrust into her again. “Keep going. I’m not done.”

“Yes.” She met his thrusts, her body singing with pleasure. “Harder.”

He complied, driving into her with abandon. Her inner walls clenched around him, and she came with a cry, her body shuddering in ecstasy. He followed soon after, his release triggering another wave of pleasure for her.

Natalia collapsed, spent. “Holy...”

“I agree.” Zath rolled off her, panting. “That was intense.”

“Yeah.” She stared at the ceiling, her mind reeling. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Neither did I.” He turned to her, his expression serious. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine.” She smiled, reaching for his hand without thinking. “I just...that was extraordinary.”

“It was.” He squeezed her hand, his eyes glowing. “I hope we can do it again in a little bit.”

“Me too.” She blushed, realizing she meant it. “Do you have um, quick, recovery time?”

He chuckled. “I do tonight.” He put her hand over his pouch, where his hemipenes were retreating, and they started to get hard again.

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t shy away. “We can do that again then.”

“Soon.” He stood, offering her a hand. “You must be starving. I know I am. Let me synthicate us some food, and then we can talk...and later...”

Natalia nodded, her stomach growling in agreement even as her sated core pulsed with renewed interest. “Thank you.” While he left her bedroom to go to the kitchenette, she went to the bathroom to clean up, taking a moment to study her reflection in the mirror. She looked the same, but she felt different. She was no longer a rebel. Now, she was a proxy—and, if she was honest, she didn’t feel like a prisoner.

She felt cherished and protected. Safe.

Loved?

The thought was worrisome, and she didn’t dwell on it as she finished cleaning herself and dressing before going to join him.

Zath was waiting for her in the kitchenette, a plate of steaming food on the table. “Sit,vrash. Eat.”

She sat, inhaling the fragrant aroma of the food. “It smells delicious.”

“It is a traditional Serp dish.Kavla,spicy style.” He sat across from her, watching as she took a bite.

It was spicy but flavorful, and her eyes widened. “It’s good.”

“I’m glad you like it, since it is one of my favorites.” He smiled, his fangs flashing. “Perhaps you might not want to know the source.”

Her stomach clenched as she put down her fork. “What is it?”

“A desert rodent from my homeworld, but this is just a synthicated version of its molecular composition, of course. Like most life on my world,kavlahave gone extinct.”

Sadness filled her at the words. “Earth has lost many species since the Vorathan invasion, though I don’t think we were particularly careful with the life around us before invasion. My grandmother told me stories of before, but I can barely remember a time when we weren’t at war.” She blinked back sudden tears.

His expression softened. “You lived with your grandmother?”

She nodded. “My parents were involved in fighting the Vorathans. My father died months before the Faction came, and then my mother...”

He looked sympathetic. “She died?”

She shook her head and took a deep breath, bracing herself to make the admission. “She was and is a leader of the resistance against the Faction. When I was twelve, she sent me to live with my grandmother, who died when I was seventeen. Mom had me return then, and I naturally became part of the resistance.” How would he react to that?

“I see.” His expression was neutral. “And now you are here.”

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