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I need to come. I have to come, but I want to enjoy this moment, these perfect nova-minutes while the galaxy stops and there is nothing but me and her. It doesn’t matter what else is out there, as long as she is under me and I am inside her.

I withdraw, watching how my cocks spread her tight little hole wider than wide. It grips at me like it never wants to let me go, and as my hips flick forwards, I know I never want to be anywhere else. My balls cramp, my second cock seems to be swelling, and it feels incredible, like I never have to leave her. I circle my hips, making sure I’m deep inside before withdrawing and then slamming back. Fern murmurs my name, and I do not know if I can hold.

Then her body ripples under me, her pussy clamping down over my cocks like it did with my finger, sucking, eating, devouring them.

Had I been in any right mind, I would not want those above us to gain any satisfaction, but I am not in a right mind. I am claiming my female. I am filling her, making her belly swell withmy youngling. I roar as my orgasm swamps me. It feels like I’m being turned inside out. Pleasure, pain, pleasure and pain. Pleasure.

Pleasure.

This is what I have been waiting for, my entire life, to make Fern mine. To be joined with a female like her, to pant out what seems like my last breath as every muscle in my body ticks and jumps with movements I cannot control and which give me a fresh wave of desire and delight.

“Klynn,” she whispers up, her eyes bright, her face flushed with pink, and her lips a red color I want to dominate over and over. “We’re…stuck.”

She moves underneath me, and there is a pull on my second cock. I groan as yet more seed spills from it.

“Why are we stuck?” she says, voice hoarse.

“My second cock has swelled, to keep my seed where it should be, to ensure your womb is filled.”

“How long will we be like this?” Fern squirms again but stops as soon as she discovers she is not moving.

“Until my body decides to release you,” I growl, yet more cum firing from both cocks, filling her even more. “And if you continue to tease me, it will be far longer than you wish.”

She sucks in a breath. I suspect that might have been too much for the situation.

I brush her hair back from her face and kiss her lips.

“It won’t be too long,” I murmur. “I don’t think.”

Beneath me, she shivers. “You don’t know.”

“I never expected to take a mate. I have never asked what happens,” I respond, feeling an old familiar ache in my head.

My cocks slip free of her, and far from the scramble I expected, Fern stays where she is.

“I’m sorry this was your first time,” she says.

“I am not. If there is any time which matters, it is here and now.” I try to keep the snarl from my voice. “And I will mate you again, over and over until you are filled and there are younglings in your belly.”

“That’s what they want.” Fern’s voice trembles.

“It’s what I want,” I rasp. “And there is no way they are taking my younglings, or you, away from me.”

Before she can reply, the light changes in the cell, not to the bright one which freezes us, but a deep pink.

“Has the Gryn done the deed?” a disembodied voice growls.

“He has spilt seed,” a second voice, one which has to belong to a Mochi-rah, interjects.

“Have them mate again.”

I’m on my feet and snarling, slamming myself against the forcefield with no mind to my hide.

No one tells myeregriwhat she should do. No one tells me and no one controls us.

The forcefield falters, then fails. I hear Fern shouting somewhere, but the rage, the violent, red mist, has me in its grip.

And I let it take me. Because I will protect my sweet mate until I die.

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