“This is my mate, my Izzy, Mother.” He looks at the males. “Fathers.” He releases the rest of his breath. “I have brought her to you.”
“Blayn, you’ve grown so much…” his mother finally says, the fur on her face damp with tears. “We thought we’d never see you again. We looked for you so hard, so far, but in the end…” Her words trail away, the strain on her face evident. “We had to come here, back to the quadrant of space we know best.” Her words can’t hide the pain.
“I forgot you,” Blayn says bluntly. “But my mate brought you back.”
His mother hands the cub in her arms to the young Mochi male and faces me. She appraises me carefully, even after all this time, measuring me up to see if I’m good for him.
“And she is with young?” she asks, not averting her gaze from me.
“Yes,” Blayn says proudly. “Our young.”
“You brought my son back?”
“He wasn’t as lost as he thought he was,” I reply, taking Blayn’s huge hand in mine and running the other down his wing. “I love him with all my heart.”
Her face splits into a smile, and she opens her arms, moving in to hug us both. Blayn tenses, but as I slide my hand into his feathers, his muscles relax, and he moulds into his mother.
We’re joined by the other members of his family, who quietly start to purr around us.
Across all of this vast space, galaxies, stars, planets, and moons, Blayn and I have found a family, and as the thoughtbond between us sparks into life, I know neither of us will ever be alone again.
We are whole.
EPILOGUE
IZZY
Apair of soft wings encloses me as a set of clawed hands wraps around my belly. Blayn nuzzles his way into the crook of my neck, his cocks pressing against the small of my back.
“Good morning,” I murmur as he slowly massages his way down my stomach and between my legs.
“My cocks want you, Izzy,” he says, his voice a sleepy rasp. “I was dreaming about being inside you, and I woke up,” he adds, unnecessarily.
In our nest, sparkling objects he’s found twist and tinkle melodiously. The dwelling we have on Aztralis is perfect. Blayn works with his brother, Rangr, and fathers, Leon and Rury, providing security services on the planet and consultancy to those beyond. His two dads—because Mochi females always have more than one male—are the kindest, gentlest massive lion-like creatures, both with a similar sense of humor.
They did so much to break down the walls Blayn had put up, play fighting with him, making sure he knew how far to take things. Being there to talk him down when he went into gladiator mode.
And when he’d had enough, he always returned to my arms, to my touch, to me, letting me soothe him through the thoughtbond and through fingers in his feathers.
It’s entirely possible, sometimes he might have pretended to be riled up in order to get his special treatment…
As for his mother, Cherata, she is the bravest, most wonderful female I’ve ever had the opportunity of meeting. I absolutely could not want for a better mother-in-law. In fact she was the one who insisted on taking our little Jyri these last two nova-days so we could have some time to ourselves.
Time we’ve spent mostly in bed, and it’s been glorious.
This morning, Blayn is as open as a book, his thoughtbond telling me exactly what he wants.
Another youngling.
“You smell delicious. I want to fill your belly, make you all ripe and round again,” he murmurs in my ears, his hands roving over my skin.
“You really want another?” I query.
“I want many, many younglings. I adore you when you are filled with young.” Blayn nibbles at my neck, sending shivers through me. “I want my second cock to swell in you. To feel you pulsing over me as you take every bit of my seed into your womb. I want to breed you over and over.”
He rocks his hips behind me, the tip of his main cock breaching my entrance briefly. I’m already wet for him and his exhortation of pregnancy has only made things wetter. He adores my body and all the more since I’m still breastfeeding and still carrying some of the pregnancy weight.
“You’re my fertile little mate, and I need to fill you,” Blayn murmurs in my ear.