Page 96 of Chained

“Not around you, mate. You drive me wild,” he growls, fangs nipping at my neck as he slides his thumb deep into my bottom hole, making me gasp out loud. “How should this little scrap takemy cocks?” he wonders out loud. “On her hands and knees like a good Gryn female? Pinned against the wall while I plunder her, like abadfemale? Or will she ride me until I can’t see straight?”

All of those options sound very enticing, but all I want is Maxym buried in me. I want to see him come undone, to be the feral creature I know he is.

“Then you get to ride me,” he responds to my thought thread. “Because I want to see you as I fill you with my seed.”

I’m lifted as if I weigh nothing and my huge gladiator slides underneath me, easily positioning me on his vast muscular thighs. He strokes himself languidly, separating out his two cocks, his gaze fixed on where my small pregnancy sits over him.

“You are the most beautiful creature in the entire universe, my Cleo,” he murmurs. “You make my cocks stiff, my heart soft, and my blade bite all the harder because I have you.”

I think about protesting I can’t possibly be the most beautiful creature, but Maxym isn’t having any of it. Without any warning, I’m lifted again until his main cock is breaching my entrance and his second cock is pressing insistently at my other hole.

“Take all of me, mate. Let me claim you, fill you, pleasure you until we are unable to move or even think anymore,” he rasps.

With ease, he sinks inside me. The stretch from both cocks is incredible, verging on the painful for just a second or two before the bliss sinks in and I feel every node.

“I adore being in you, my Cleo. My cocks in your hot, wet heat.” He groans as he cups my stomach. “Soon you will be even bigger, even more ripe with young, and I will take you over and over in order to enjoy all your body has to offer.”

The flash through my head is him imagining me as a very pregnant lady. The intenseness of the image, of his pleasure, sends me over the edge, my orgasm crashing around us like the walls of the dome coming down. I pulse over him, and he groans my name.

“You will be the very death of me, Cleo, and it is the death of a warrior, in the arms of his mate,” he breathes, doing everything he can not to come. To hold onto the moment. To make this last.

Inch by inch, he withdraws, every node scraping over my sensitive channel, my little bottom hole pulsing at his invasion, gripping at his second cock even as he plunges back inside me, thrusting, taking and giving at the same time. His pace is demanding, his eyes burning into me as he holds me onto him, my hands on his broad chest and my thighs spread wide to accommodate my big gladiator. Every inch of my body burns in one way or another, and every inch is spread with pleasure like honey.

When he plucks another orgasm from me, this time I’m taken up to the stars with only Maxym to hold onto, to keep me with him, to keep me on the ground. I dimly hear him roar, and I feel his explosion within both of my channels, not just with the hot cum he fires into me, but his climax too, the way his mind clears and fills with the most exquisite of pleasures, that of a mated male claiming his female.

I can’t stop my body pulsing, consuming, desiring and rising over him. I want all of my huge gladiator, my Gryn warrior, my love.

“Glorious mate, you turn me inside out,” he murmurs through ragged breaths as he gently moves onto his side to allow me to recover mine.

“And you nested for me.” I study his face, stroking my finger over his scar. “You accepted me for who I am, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Because my heart beats for you. Fate or no, you belong to me Cleo, and I will never let you go.”

EPILOGUE

CLEO

The sun breaks over the curve of the planet below us as I take a bite of a freshly baked pastry. The buttery, sweet goodness melts on my tongue, and I do my best, and fail, not to groan out loud.

When I say I’m big, I really am big. Although timing hasn’t exactly been easy to work out, I have to be nine months gone by now. My back aches, my ankles are puffy, and Maxym loves me even more than he already did, even though I am basically a sentient moan at the current time.

“Good?” Maxym wraps an arm around me from behind, his hand caressing my stomach and avoiding the crumbs.

“Mm-hm,” I respond.

Turns out having a prince as a benefactor has some perks, not least the star flyer he gave Maxym and me when Maxym decided he wanted to leave Trefa.

I go wherever he goes, no question asked. And it wasn’t like I wanted to give birth in Tatatunga anyway. So instead, we’ve been making our way to the Sarkarnii planet, Orias, all whilst dropping in at various outposts where Maxym can ask about Gryn.

And, as is always the way, they seem to have just left, disappearing like smoke. I know it frustrates him, as does havingto ask the Sarkarnii for help. But with my birth impending, we’ve run out of time.

“I’ve commed them. Some vrexer called Drelix says we can land, and he’ll meet us there,” Maxym says.

“There will be other humans too,” I remind him, as it was another reason we also chose to come to Orias.

“Of course.” Maxym gathers me in his arms and sits in the pilot seat with me on his lap. He does a very good job of making a big pregnant lady feel small and petite.

Since leaving the dome, Maxym has filled out some. Presumably all the fighting kept him from reaching his full potential. He’s impressively broad in the chest, still as heavily muscled as before only…bigger. A Gryn tank of a warrior, something he’s intensely proud of.

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