Page 31 of Bound

“I don’t care what Fenek says or does. You are mine, Chrissie. If you are sick, I will look after you. I will make sure you get all the care you need, all the medics you require, and they will do your bidding.”

She doesn’t look up at me. I put my finger under her chin and raise it until I can see her face. Water runs from her eyes. I kiss it away. It’s salty and sweet. It tastes of her.

“Now I am going to bathe you, then I’m going to mate you, and I can’t be gentle. I have a need to be deep inside you, plunder you, feel you come apart around me.”

Chrissie’s little body trembles in my arms. “Yes,” she whispers.

How can I be deserving of such a stunning little creature? I take her hand and walk her to the edge of the water. My hard cocks bob, pre cum dripping from them. Which is good—theywill be fully lubricated so I can take her fully when the time comes. We walk down the slope into the water. The heat seeps into my bones. I dip one wing underneath and the other one shudders as it waits for its turn.

I sluice out the dust from our journey. Chrissie drops below the surface until only her head is visible, watching me as I clean out my feathers.

“You like bathing then.” She smiles.

“A little.” I shrug. “The baths at the dome are not as fancy.”

She laughs. It’s an incredible sound which winds around the cave and fills my ears.

“This place has amazing acoustics,” Chrissie says.

Then she opens her mouth and sings. It’s a song about love, and the way it echoes enhances even more the beautiful sound I heard back at Fenek’s dwelling. All too soon, she stops, and it ebbs away like a lost soul.

“Don’t stop.” My voice sounds rough in comparison, unrefined.

“I thought you didn’t like it,” she responds. “You stopped what you were doing and your face…looked pained.”

“Because I never wanted it to end.” I draw her to me. “I never want this to end, little spark.” I sweep my thumb over the tight peak of her nipple.

She makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a whimper.

“Are you hurt?” I query.

“No,” she breathes.

“Then it is your turn to be bathed,” I respond.

I take up one of the washing cloths placed on the side for our use and, having wet it, I slide it over her body. I make her stand as I reach her abdomen, and she is out of the water, which laps around her calves.

“Legs apart. I have work to do, little mate,” I say, tapping the inside of her thigh.

She moves them a little.

“Farther,” I order, tapping harder.

The scent of her is as intoxicating as a night in Tatatunga with Blayn and a vat of Sarkarnii ale wine. I want to enjoy her, but she needs to obey my command.

“Farther.” I lift her ankle and pull her legs apart.

She grabs the shoulder of my wing to steady herself and sends a feral desire flowing through me. The desire to fill her, to consume her…

“I am going to breed you tonight, mate. And the more you disobey me, the more I will breed you,” I growl.

Her hand clutches me tighter, and the wave of scent I get is an answer. This female is going to test me every minute of my life.

And I’m going to enjoy it.

“Hold on, little spark.”

I shove my face into her sweet cunt, inhaling the scent as I taste her. She is wet from the bath, and the water mingles with her personal essence. Her thighs tremble as I swipe my tongue through her folds. I lift one and prop it over my shoulder.

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