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His eyes burn into me as I slowly turn over, a groan as my bottom is exposed to him. I push myself up into a crouch as I feel his hot body behind mine.

“This is how bad little females get all ripe and round with a youngling,” he murmurs in my ear as he swirls a soddenfinger around my entrance before replacing it with his broad cockheads. “They mate with a male and he fills her up. Are you a bad little female who needs filling, Chrissie?”

“Yes!” I moan, shoving myself back at him, desperate to feel him inside me once again, but he pulls away with a deep, wicked chuckle.

“I’m not sure you are bad enough, female,” he rumbles. “Bad females don’t care if they get one cock or two from a male. They mate and don’t care they’ll end up with a big belly in a few nova-months. A big belly which will tell everyone how bad they’ve been.”

“I’m bad,” I groan. “I don’t care if I end up pregnant.”

With a swift flick, the cocks breach my channel, and grasping my hips, Rych drives himself deep inside me, the nodes on his cocks hitting my g-spot over and over, bringing me to the brink.

“So delicious, little mate. I’m going to take you like this when you’re filled with young, your breasts heavy with milk and your little body ready to birth.”

My pussy contracts, clamping down on him as he roars out my name, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting again into me, his huge hands holding me in place as he plunders my body, as yet another orgasm crashes through like a wave.

I’m riding him as much as he is riding me, his mind stuffed with the thoughts of how he will delight in my changing form, how he will love our young with the force of a thousand suns, how he will ensure I’m always pregnant, always happy, and always his.

So, when it hits again, my climax is not a surprise, it is an absolute delight, my vision dimming, my pleasure plucked from him, from what he wants because it’s what I want too. Rych explodes within me, his hot cum filling my channel, and with a pinch, his second cock swells, locking us tight together.

To ensure my seed takes root in your fertile womb.

I pulse over him, my body wracked with aftershocks as Rych pulls me to him and collapses on his side, clutching me tightly.

“I never want to let you go, little spark. Of all the things I thought I wanted in the galaxy, it turned out fate had different plans for me,” he murmurs in my ear.

“You’re not sorry you didn’t recover your memory?” I ask as I get my breath back.

“No, I want to make new ones, with you,” he responds. “Ones involving our nest and our young. Ones without violence and bloodshed.” He pauses, pushing his face into my hair. “Whatever I am, maybe I’ll find out in time. For now, I’m more than content with belonging to you.”

CHRISSIE

I’ve gained a huge Gryn mate and the ability to control tech, which is not exactly what I thought would happen to me as I lay sweating in a dirty bed on the ship which took me from Earth.

Rych has given me back my life, completely and utterly. And in a twist, I’m now in control of the one thing I thought I’d never quite understand here in another galaxy. Their technology. It sings to me, and music is the one thing I do understand.

As for the thoughtbond, that is going to take some getting used to. Who knew what went on in a big gladiator’s head? Not me, until now!

Rych is currently thinking about food…and mating…in that order and occasionally more about mating than food. He also thinks he’s too comfortable to get up.

Eventually food wins out because he thinks I might be hungry, and he leans into me with a kiss on my cheek.

“Are you listening to my thoughts, little mate?” he rasps in his only just woken up voice.

“How can I not? You think loudly.” I laugh, snuggling back into him.

“And you do too,” he says as my stomach releases a growl of hunger.

He vaults out of bed, walking out of our nest and giving me the best view of his naked bottom. He’s gone for less than half a minute before he rushes back into the room, swearing.

“What is it?” I sit up, everything on edge.

“We’ve got Gryn,” he spits. “Currently eating their way through the banquet I ordered.” He runs his hand through his hair and pulls on his pants.

“Is it Maxym?”

“No, it’s Klynn and another of my former colleagues, Blayn. He’s brought his mate.”

“Another human?” I scramble out of the bed and grab my clothes.

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