Page 53 of Primal Bond

Zanik felt heat rise in his chest. “And what about you, Finn?”

Finn shrugged, the lightness in his expression fading slightly. “Just a regular kid until… well, you know the rest. It's not even worth talking about. Too boring.”

“Doesn’t sound boring to me at all.” Zanik’s eyes locked onto Finn’s.

Finn smiled, a soft blush creeping across his cheeks. “You’re just saying that.”

“No,” Zanik replied, his voice low. “I mean it. I want to know more about human life.Yourlife.”

Finn shifted, clearly pleased but trying to play it cool. “Maybe later. So, what else is there about traditional Borraq life? Anything... romantic?”

Zanik’s pulse quickened. “Romance is different among Borraq. It’s about finding your mate.”

Finn asked, leaning forward, curiosity sparking in his eyes. “What’s that like?”

Zanik inhaled deeply. “You catch their scent, feel your instincts rise. Something inside you knows it's them before you even do. It’s primal, compelling. You want to claim them.”

Finn's breath hitched slightly. “Claim them?”

“Yes.” Zanik’s voice dropped lower. “It’s about connection, about wanting to protect them.”

“And… what if you’re both guys?” Finn asked, his tone deliberately casual.

“It doesn’t matter,” Zanik said, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “Mates can be any gender. With the war, there’s no lack of orphans. If you want a pup of your own, it can be arranged.”

Zanik’s fingers traced along Finn’s arm, feeling the human’s shiver under his touch. The docking bay was quiet, the hum of the ship a distant murmur. Zanik’s gaze was intense, fixed on Finn as he spoke, his voice low and gravelly.

“When you find a mate,” Zanik began, his fingers trailing up to Finn’s shoulder, “it’s like your senses become sharper. Their scent fills your head, driving you to distraction.”

Finn’s breath hitched, his eyes locked onto Zanik’s. “And then what?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and something deeper.

“You claim them,” Zanik continued, his hand sliding to the back of Finn’s neck, pulling him closer. “It’s about marking them as yours. Letting everyone know they belong to you.”

Finn’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body leaning into Zanik’s touch. “Show me. I'm a hands-on learner.”

Zanik’s restraint crumbled. He locked the docking bay door with a swift motion, the click echoing in the quiet space. His hands moved to Finn’s clothes, stripping them away slowly,revealing the human’s pale skin inch by inch. His hunger was palpable, his touch both reverent and possessive.

Zanik's breath came hot and fast as he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing onto Finn’s with a savage hunger. Finn responded instantly, his hands tangling in Zanik’s hair, pulling him closer. The taste of Finn, sweet and intoxicating, drove Zanik to the edge. He couldn’t get enough.

Without breaking the kiss, Zanik hoisted Finn up effortlessly, pinning him against the cold metal wall. Finn's legs wrapped around Zanik's waist eagerly, drawing a deep growl from Zanik's chest. He felt Finn’s heartbeat racing against his own, their shared breath mingling in the heated air.

“Zanik,” Finn gasped, his voice a breathy whisper, filled with need and anticipation.

Zanik’s hands roamed over Finn’s body, feeling the lithe muscles beneath his skin. His lust surged, nearly overwhelming him. He undid his fly with a rough yank, freeing his twin cocks. One cock, thick and pulsing, slid against Finn’s entrance while the other pressed against his own abdomen, leaking precome.

Finn’s eyes widened as he felt the size and heat of Zanik's twin members. “You’re... so big,” he groaned, a mix of awe and desire in his voice.

Zanik’s lips curled into a grin. “Can you handle it, Finn?”

Finn’s response was immediate, his legs tightening around Zanik’s waist. “I want you. All of you.”

Zanik’s cockhead pressed against Finn’s tight entrance, the sensation electrifying. The slick precome dribbled down, easing the way as Zanik’s breath hitched. Finn’s body tensed and shivered under his touch, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Zanik,” Finn whispered, his voice barely audible, filled with need and urgency.

Zanik’s grip on Finn’s waist tightened. The human’s skin was soft, yielding beneath his rough hands. He could feel the heatradiating from Finn, mingling with his own. The jungle of his home village flickered in his mind’s eye — vivid and alive. He imagined the dense foliage, the scent of earth and leaves, the sounds of wildlife surrounding them. It felt right, primal, like they were connected to something ancient and untamed.

The head of Zanik’s cock rubbed against Finn’s hole, the slickness making the glide easier. He could feel Finn’s muscles tense and relax, a dance of resistance and surrender. Finn’s eyes locked onto his, dark and dilated with desire. Zanik could see the challenge and the plea in them, urging him to take what was his.

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