Page 49 of Chained

“You can see me as I enjoy sheathing myself in your hot little cunt,” he rasps as he dips his head to give me a kiss to end all kisses, leaving me panting with need. “But first, I need to eat.”

I’m spread wide to accommodate him, one hand proprietarily on my stomach, and the second his mouth hits my clit I’m convulsing. I don’t think I’ve ever hit an orgasm as fast in my life. And Maxym doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow his pace. He laps up my fluids and works on me until I come again, my mind a blank and my arms flailing to catch hold of his wings.

“Now it’s time, little scrap, for me to impale you.” His voice penetrates my fog of pleasure as I’m helped up, propped onto my hands and knees.

He is at my rear, stupendously handsome in the myriad of lights dancing in the nest. He gazes at my rump, dragging hiseyes up to the mirror where they blaze at the sight of my body, my tits hanging down, already swollen even though I’m sure I’m nowhere close to producing milk, and my stomach also clearly visible. He draws in a ragged breath.

Cocks notch at my entrance, and he pushes the tips inside, stretching me intensely.

“You look so good stretched around my cocks, little scrap,” he rasps, pushing deeper, inch by inch. “And what do we have here? A little bottom hole which also needs filling.”

With one hand on my buttock, he swirls his finger around my tight pucker, making me shiver with anticipation.

“I’m going to fill you in both holes,eregri,” he says. “Are you watching?”

I can’t actually speak as his cocks slide the rest of the way inside me. I’m already full to the brim just with him, if he also…

“Ah!” I exclaim as my bottom stretches around his digit with extreme deliciousness.

“I can feel my cocks inside you, mate,” Maxym grinds as he withdraws and then thrusts back in, pushing his digit deeper again.

I’m so full I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t do anything other than gaze at him, at what he’s doing to my body, and hold on as he increases his pace, cocks and finger, finger and cocks.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So ready to take my seed.”

His finger drills a little deeper, and I’m tipped over the edge as I can feel every inch of him, every node, every part, and I can see his eyes on fire in the mirror as he continues to plunder my body until my climax hits, and I’m pulsing, crying out, and spirited up to the stars as I dimly hear him roar out my name and his cocks paint my channel with his hot cum.

God help me, once I have this baby, he is one hundred percent going to put another in me.

MAXYM

My sweet mate slumbers in my nest, curled up next to me, as I cup her stomach protectively. I love the fact I can get the whole little bulge in my hand at the moment, although I’m sure once she progresses, I will need more than one hand.

I cannot wait until she is huge, due to birth, and needs my seed more than ever. Especially as she’s a greedy little mate already. One who took my cocks twice after I nested, and it’s only because she couldn’t stay awake she didn’t get them a third time.

As I gaze on her, watching her body move in time to her breathing, her pretty face wreathed in sleep, her soft skin warm and glowing, I know she is more than mine. She is my everything. When her youngling arrives, it is going to be the most glorious moment of my life.

“Do you really mean that?” Cleo says, her eyelids fluttering open. “About the baby.” She curls her hand around mine.

“Why wouldn’t I feel that way?” I ask, wondering if I said something out loud.

“Because my baby isn’t yours,” she says, water hovering in her eyes.

“But it is yours. It is part of you, and anything which belongs to you is mine,” I growl.

It’s simple. So simple, she shouldn’t even be considering the alternative.

My sweet mate buries her face in my chest. She says nothing but the relief which flows from her is palpable.

“Thank you,” she says eventually.

“Thanks are not required. This is non-negotiable. Even if you didn’t want me to claim the youngling as my own, I will.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but I put a finger over it before moving in for a kiss to remind her I am her mate. When I release her, there are no more protests and no further mentions of what her youngling is to me.

I made my nest next to a small roughhewn sanitary facility, and after we have bathed (as far as we can without proper baths, which I find I miss) and I have made sure she is fully cleansed (something we both enjoy), we dress and return to the small makeshift living area where the Cirmos is producing food including, somehow, fresh baked goods.

She places a tray of them in front of me.

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