Page 22 of Bound

Instead, I nod, biting at my bottom lip. Rych growls deep in his chest, and I flood my knickers. If he doesn’t get my clothes off sharpish, they will be completely destroyed. He plucks at my jacket, and I shrug it off. Next is my top, and sharp claws gently lift the thing over my head.

Bras are an unknown commodity away from Earth. Instead I have a bandeau strap which keeps my boobs in check. Sort of. Rych’s eyes nearly pop out of his head and the growl becomes a groan.

“This has to go too,” he says, plucking at the tight garment. “All of it.”

I lift the bottom edge, and as I look down, I see the bulge in Rych’s pants.

Whatever he’s packing down there, it isenormous. My hands tremble as I release myself from the bandeau, and I’m assistedout of it by my huge male. How is it going to fit? What is it going to be like? How…

Rych cups my breasts, thumbs sweeping over my peaked nipples. His chest rumbles with delight, and in a quick movement, he dips his head and captures one with his mouth, his tongue rasping over the sensitive skin, and I claw at his head, fingers laced in his hair as he sucks, first at one, then at the other, making me moan his name.

“I’m going to mate you, little spark,” he says, lifting his head. “Because if you continue to make noises like that, I will simply explode on the spot.”

I’m shaking as he makes short work of my pants and knickers, then he gazes at me with pure pleasure.

“So completely, utterly beautiful,” he says, voice hoarse. “Like you were made for me.”

I can almost feel his eyes raking down my body. I squirm, putting my arm over my chest and my hand over my pussy. Rych growls, deep and low, causing another rush of moisture and a clenching in my core.

“Why do you cover yourself, mate?” he says in a voice which could make ice melt.

“The virus…I’m…not like I used to be.”

My arms are pulled aside, and that heated gaze is fully on my body.

“You are the most beautiful female in the galaxy, and you should never hide what you are,” Rych says, dropping to his knees. “I will worship you always. Hold on to my wing, little spark.”

He shoves out the shoulder of one wing, and I take hold as instructed. Almost immediately, he lifts my leg, hand curling around my bottom as he props it on his knee. He gazes at my pussy with undisguised awe.

“Now I get to taste what smells so vrexing good.” He traces a finger through my wisp of hair and dips between my legs.

I’m so wet already, and Rych smiles widely before withdrawing and lapping at his finger.

“So good,” he murmurs, and my hips are jerked towards him as he buries his head between my thighs, tongue exploring my clit and making my breath come in short, harsh pants.

It’s all I can do to hold on as he licks at me, slipping in first one thick digit, then two, and as the third one stretches me more than I’ve ever been stretched, my body lets go, and my orgasm comes crashing down around me. It carries me to the stars on a wave of pleasure, my pussy clamping down on his fingers as he groans into my skin, licking up my delight until I’m shuddering at his touch.

“Such a delicious little mate. Ready to take my cocks.”

Wait. Cocks?

CHRISSIE

Rych unwinds me from him, and I’m lifted onto the platform where he lays me out, eyes filled with hunger. He shucks off his pants and what juts out at me is like nothing I’ve ever seen or imagined.

“You have two!” I say, my voice strangled by the aftermath of my orgasm and the pure shock of seeing what he has in his hand.

Two cocks. The larger sits above the smaller, and as Rych strokes himself, his eyes not leaving me, I see it fits into a groove below, making two huge members into one. Both are studded with nodes, spiraling up to individual broad heads both of which weep pre-cum.

“Two cocks are the ultimate pleasure, little mate, and you will take them both with ease,” Rych rasps, grin widening.

The platform dips as he drops over me, lips on mine, letting me taste myself on his tongue, sweet, sour, decadent.

“Do you like how you taste, my mate? Because I enjoyed you very much,” he says, nudging himself between my legs.

Before I can answer, I’m caught in yet another long, sweeping kiss as he nudges at my entrance. I’m dripping wet for him, needy and desperate, but it seems like he’s going to be a stretch I’m not sure I can manage.

“Rych, what if I get pregnant?” I whisper. “What will happen then?”

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