Page 21 of Primal Bond

Frustrated, Finn rolled his face against the sheets, feeling the fabric warm beneath his skin.

His breath hitched. Zanik’s scent was still lingering there, a mix of musk and something uniquely Borraq.

He breathed it in deeply, his body still teetering on the edge of frustrated release. Finn knew what he was about to do was dangerous. It was too close to reality — and reality could break you.

But he shut his eyes again, letting Zanik’s scent fill his senses, and shifted his fantasies.

Instead of the faceless military men he used to imagine, he pictured Zanik.

In his mind, Zanik opened the door and stepped inside, his presence filling the room. Finn’s body responded immediately, a shiver running down his spine. He imagined Zanik’s sharp horns, the way they framed his intense, icy stare. The fantasy was vivid, Zanik’s muscular form towering over him.

Finn’s hand moved to his cock again, stroking slowly as he let the fantasy unfold. In his mind, Zanik approached the bed, his steps deliberate and commanding. Finn imagined the Borraq’s strong hands gripping his hips, the touch firm but not painful. His breath came in ragged gasps, the tension in him building again.

Behind his closed eyes, he watched as Zanik climbed onto the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip. Finn could almost feel the heat of Zanik’s body, the way his larger frame would envelop him. He pictured Zanik’s broad chest, the defined muscles rippling beneath golden skin.

Finn’s strokes quickened, his mind painting a vivid picture of Zanik leaning down, his breath hot against Finn’s ear.Good boy,the imagined Zanik murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down Finn’s spine.Finn.

That pushed him over the edge. With a choked gasp, Finn came, his body trembling with the force of his release. Finn lay there, the remnants of his release making his skin feel slick and warm. He panted, the scent of Zanik still filling his senses.

He knew the shame would come soon, that familiar wave of self-loathing that always followed these moments.

But right then, it hadn’t hit. Instead, he felt... cleansed. Purified. Like he'd scrubbed away some deep, ingrained filth.

His breath came in quick, shallow bursts, as if he'd been hyperventilating. His whole body was hot, every nerve ending throbbing with a strange, electric vitality. He felt giddy, almost lightheaded, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he had taken something back. His body, his pleasure — it was his again.

Bizarrely, it felt like a victory. A strike against Rivek, against any Borraq who had ever used him. They hadn’t broken him, not completely. He still had this, this ability to be himself, even in small ways.

His body was still his own, and that realization was both liberating and exhilarating.

Finn reached out to the plate on the bedside table, his fingers brushing against the cool ceramic. He scooped up a few lingering crumbs from the treat Zanik had brought him earlier.

Popping them into his mouth, he savored the sweetness, letting the flavors melt on his tongue. It was a small indulgence, but in this moment, it felt monumental.

His eyes fluttered shut, a contented sigh escaping his lips. For a brief, fleeting instant, he allowed himself to feel something other than fear or anger. He felt... human. Whole.

And that, in itself, was a kind of triumph.

Chapter ten

Zanik stood in the cold, dimly lit hangar of the military outpost, his eyes sharp as he surveyed the exchange. The harsh fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over the crate of smuggled weapons arrayed before him. Kelara stood at his side, her sharp horns catching the light, her expression unreadable but alert.

Across from them, General Terek, a grizzled veteran with a face etched by countless battles, examined the weapons. His golden skin had dulled with age, and his horns were scarred from years of combat, but Terek's gaze was still as sharp as a blade as he scrutinized every detail of the weaponry laid out before him.

"These are the best you've brought, Zanik," Terek said, his voice a low rumble that matched his imposing stature. He lifted a sleek plasma rifle, testing its weight and balance.

"I don’t deal in inferior goods, General," Zanik replied, his tone confident and unwavering. "Only the finest for those who know their worth."

Terek's eyes flicked to Zanik, a hint of grudging respect in his gaze. "You've always had an eye for quality. These will serve us well."

Kelara shifted slightly, her presence a silent reminder of the loyalty Zanik commanded. The angle of her horns carried a touch of pride at the praise.

Zanik had to fight a smirk. Kelara liked to act like she was only ever interested in the bottom line, but he could read the pride that she took in her work. When it came to underhanded dealings, she was a craftswoman.

Terek finished checking the delivery and nodded, his approval tacit but clear. "Thank you for your service to your planet. The frontlines need every advantage we can get. We're defending our homeworld out here."

There was a baited hook in those words. Terek had made his wishes clear in pervious encounters: he wanted more firepower, more armor, more tech, moreeverything.

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