Page 35 of Avery

"Good morning," she replies, her words holding a hint of lust, and it has me wondering if I'm not about to get what I want.

If she's this aroused in the morning, maybe there's a good chance I get to wake her fully by burying my face between her legs every morning. That's a great way to wake up, the best way, I think.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask, rolling my groin against her without really thinking about it.

I can't help it, my body responds to her so easily, and I can't lie and say I'm not hoping for some more fun before we have to leave this wonderful room. I'll need to get her food and water at some point, but right now, I want to feed her something else.

"I slept okay." She wiggles around in my hold.

I reluctantly release her so she can stretch out her body. I do the same, rolling to the middle of the nest, stretching my body out as long as I can go, and wiggling around on my back to shake the last of my sleep from my body.

I'm about to ask her if she had her nightmares again, but when I open my eyes and look over at her, she's already staring openmouthed and hungry at where my skirt has gotten all out of place. Not that there's much fur there, anyway. I'm pretty sure Jia gave me one of the smallest skirts she owns.

"Avery?" I ask, my voice more humorous than anything else.

She's absolute perfection. Kneeling in the nest, ogling my cocks, looking like she needs me like she needs her last breath. Maybe she does. I know that's how I feel about her. Our codependence probably isn't healthy, but we can be unhealthy together. Mother knows I don't care.

"Avery," I call her name again and grin wider when her flush becomes a glowing red on her cheeks as she finally lifts her eyes up to mine. "You need something?"

I can see the cogs in her head turning, questioning, trying to rationalize her need for me. I was going to wait for Kithi to have this conversation with her, but I can't stand seeing her so unsureof herself, especially when it comes to taking what she wants from me.

"You need my come?" I ask. I stretch out and put my arms behind my head, lying on my hands as I watch Avery's mind work and her embarrassment grow. She nods slowly, her lower lip sucked into her mouth so she can chew on it. "That's okay. Plenty of Rytharians need their mate's come. It's perfectly normal."

I don't miss how she lights up at the word mate or how it makes my chest feel warm and full to see her reaction to it. A part of me wonders if her sense of smell had been altered like the rest of her was if she wouldn't like how I smell. Not that I need her to scent match me to know that she's mine. She's already let it slip that she's as needy for me as I am for her, and I'm never letting her go now that I know.

"It's a recessive gene as far as I'm aware," I tell her.

I learned a lot about Rytharian females when I learned Avery needed someone to help her physically. I didn't want to not know about something and not give her the experience she needed. I also may have learned about a wonderful little gene in some Rytharian females that makes them feral for their mate's ejaculate. Something I never would've wished for Avery, but she has it, and it's not going away now. I can hate Vyron for what he did to her while also offering her ways to sate that hunger that's now clawing at her.

"Crawl over here," I say, and when she does, coming to kneel right next to me, I continue. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. You need more from me, and you should know by now I love getting to give you anything you want."

"Phial." Avery's voice cracks as her eyes cut down to where my cocks are hard and lying against my abdomen. I'm just as eager to feed her as she is to suck down more of me. "Please, it's all I can think about."

"Mmm." I tilt my head, enjoying the hunger in her eyes. Really, what male wouldn't love to see his female staring at him with so much longing? "I'm hungry too, Avery."

Her breathing catches in her throat as her eyes snap up to mine. She fidgets on her knees, her thighs rubbing together, and I'm wondering if she isn't trying to hide that wet feast between her legs from me. That just won't do. Not if I'm about to eat my fill.

"It's an all-consuming hunger, isn't it, Avery?"

I move my hands from behind my head to her thighs, rubbing under her dress as I bring it higher and higher up her thighs, wanting to go slow so I don't scare her away. We're still only doing what she wants, so if she doesn't want this, I'll accept it. But mother, I would love to get my mouth on her.

"There's nothing I want more than to have you sit on my face."

Real smooth. Whatever. I'm a male with a sole focus right now. Avery's flush is pretty, but I want to see it while she's trying to suffocate me with her cunt.

"Phial." Avery's voice is quiet, a mixture of want and nerves. "I can't sit on your face."

I frown at her words, pausing my movements until she starts rubbing her thighs together again. I move my hands, getting her used to the feeling and loving that she likes the feeling as much as I enjoy giving it to her.

"Why not?"

"I'm too heavy," she says with a laugh, as though her reasoning is good at all.

"As someone who has carried you, I can promise you right now that you're not too heavy," I say.

My feathers are agitated, not liking that my strength is in question right now. Not to mention, I don't like how she's talking about herself, as though she doesn't have the most perfect body.

"That's different," Avery says, swatting at my chest.

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