Page 32 of Bound

Chrissie grabs my other wing.

Now she has me.

And I can’t stop myself. No matter she is the forbidden fruit. This female belongs to me.

CHRISSIE

Rych licks at me like I’m his last meal on Trefa, the tip of his tongue teasing my aching clit until I’m seeing all the bodies in the galaxy, bringing me oh-so-close to the edge, that wonderful edge where I will tip over and my orgasm will take me far away, yet leave me grounded here with him.

Then he stops, abruptly, with no warning.

“Little spark, you do not know what you do to me.” His voice is a bed of gravel. “When you touch my wings.”

I have my fingers curled deep into his damp feathers. The heat of the skin underneath is incredible and glorious.

“What does it do?” I rasp back.

“It makes me want to mate you, wicked little creature,” he responds, eyes filled with feral lust. “It makes me want tobreedyou.”

I go into convulsions. Rych has made me come from his words alone. I can’t speak, can’t see, can’t do anything as the wave of pure pleasure flows through me.

Can I breed with him? Do I want to?

It seems my body has made the decision for me, given my hips swing at Rych without any encouragement.

“Oh, my little sparkwantsto be bred?” he rumbles, his tones reverberating through me, around the cave, sending further shockwaves to all the right places. “She wants to take both my cocks?”

“Yes!” The word is the barest moan ripped from my lips, but taking all of him is what I want.

What I really want, more than anything. Rych makes me feel alive in a way I haven’t since I was taken from Earth. I know what he wants too.

And I want to give it to him.

With a bellow which fills the cave, I’m scooped into his arms and pressed up against a wall, my legs parted to let him in, his thick cocks breaching my entrance, stretching me impossibly wide.

“Hold on to me, my mate. I have to take you like this, I have to…” He rasps, his forehead on mine, looking down to where we are joined, any semblance of control leaving him as he drives himself into me, the initial stretch as he fills me just to the point of pain is bliss.

“I will breed you, mate.” He withdraws and thrusts back into me, the nodes on his cock hitting my g-spot as they slide in and out again.

Rych sets up a demanding pace which means all I can do, all I have to do, is hold on for the ride. His eyes don’t leave mine as he pounds, hands gripping my buttocks, keeping me in place as he has his way, as his cocks do exactly what they were designed to do, pleasure me to oblivion.

When it hits, my climax overtakes me and my pussy pulsates, gripping at his cocks, making his thrusts irregular, needy, desperate. I’m yelling. What I’m saying, I know not, but I hear Rych chanting my name over and over until finally, he roars it out loud as hot cum fills me and a final huge stretch pinchesinside me before he buries his head in the crook of my neck and all that fills the cavern is the sound of our ragged breathing.

If he can breed me, if humans and Gryn can have babies, if after my illness I can still have babies…then there’s no going back.

Rych lifts his head, his stunning eyes boring into mine.

“Sweet mate, I don’t deserve you,” he breathes, and my heart does a somersault in my chest.

He doesn’t thinkhedeservesme?

I shift in his hands and there’s a strange pulling sensation between us.

“Rych? Are you…stuck…inside me?” I ask, a growing sense of concern blooming within me.

I didn’t expect two cocks, but I could see their uses. But this…is something different.

“My second cock has swelled,” Rych says, as if he’s dreaming. “The better to keep my seed in you, to make sure it fills your womb.”

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