Page 24 of Bound

“For you, anything.”

Chrissie rolls onto her front, sadly denying me the view of her glorious breasts, the nipples standing proud under the covers.

“Any chance the rations in the survival canister are edible?” she asks.

Vrex! In my delight of her body, I’ve forgotten about food.

“Your word is a command, mate.” I grin, pulling on my pants.

I take one last look at her before I return to the large outer cave. Light from the dawning of Trefa’s two suns is creeping into the place from the large entrance. The scent of burning ship winds like tendrils into my nose.

It’s not enough to get the scent of her out of my head.

The canister is where we left it last night, undisturbed because this place has been empty for eons. The items I found to make my nest were stored in airtight containers. Containers I was able to find with ease, even if I didn’t know what I was doing.

I don’t know what I’m doing. Other than mating with myeregri, other than knowing that Gryn nest for their fated ones, I’m not sure about anything else, other than the fact I cannot be parted from Chrissie.

I gather up the contents of the canister and sling it over my shoulder. My feathers are itchy from the dust we flew through last night, and I could do with a bath. The thought of myeregrijoining me makes my cocks hard yet again.

They enjoyed plundering her sweet, tight cunt over and over. I press at the bulge in my pants, hoping to dissuade my cocks from punching a hole through the fabric, when my attention is caught by movement out on the plains far below us.

There are craft circling Fenek’s downed ship. I race to the entrance, opening my wings, ready to spring into the air, to capture the attention of our rescuers.

Then, with a snap, I shut them again. These are not rescuers. Pulsar beams strike the wreckage, not in the way of a rescue.

But in the way of ensuring there are no survivors. I pull back from the entrance.

Whatever it is my erstwhile boss has got himself into, it bodes no good for Chrissie or me. Not if the first creatures on the scene are the clean up team.

I make my way back to my nest. It occurs to me we could stay here, nesting, mating, creating younglings. I can hunt, bring us food, while my sweet mate fills these long forgotten halls with her music, making them ring again with life.

Maybe even persuade my fellow gladiators to come here too, with their mates, if I can find them. We could build a lair here.

Be free here.

A scout-bot zips past the entrance to the cave, and I freeze. They’re not content with torching the wreckage. They’re making a sweep of the area, and the last thing I want is for them to find us.

I can fight, but I know when the odds are against me. Once I’m sure the thing is out of range, I head back to my little mate. My dreams are just dreams, and it’s been that way my entire life, what little of it I can remember.

So, there’s nothing to be broken and protecting my mate is the most important thing I will ever do.

One day we’ll find somewhere to nest, but not here and not today.

CHRISSIE

I stare up at the ceiling of the “nest” Rych created for me. It’s the only part of this place which remains bare rock.

A pattern which looks like the rolling sea is carved there. It seems Rych has chosen this place carefully for his nest.

The nest he made for me.

For once, I allow a warmth to bloom in my chest. To have someone who wants me for me, not for what I can do for them, is a brand new experience here, on this planet.

I can’t complain about Fenek’s treatment of me. Detached it might have been, with little in the way of empathy, but he gave me a roof over my head, food, a wardrobe, and credits, all to use a gift I’ve had since I was a little girl.

But it was at a price.

I have to hope what is happening with Rych is different. I know my body feels different after last night. My thighs burn at me with the unaccustomed exercise. My joints are painful as always, but today the pain seems more bearable. Possibly because I’m filled with the endorphins from being made to come over and over.

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