Page 33 of Hooded

As if he somehow reads my thoughts, I get another deep growl which reverberates through my body, through all of me, hitting my clit in a way which has to be magic because my climax is overwhelming. I can’t keep hold. I can’t do anything other than let it take me, pulsing, convulsing pleasure which I never want to stop. Eyes screwed tight, stars dance in the dark as heplunders my body. He fills my pussy like he was meant to be there.

“Are you ready to take all my seed, little mate?” he rasps, his thrusts increasing, his arms hooked under my thighs, keeping me spread wide as he gazes at where we are joined, where his hips flick and circle. “Are you going to take my swollen second cock and make a youngling?”

My orgasm ripples through me yet again, which can’t be possible. I’m still panting from the one he just gave me, but it doesn’t mean a thing, my body proving wrong everything I thought I knew. It is more than willing to take Klynn over and over.

As it hits, he groans my name. His eyes flicker shut for a brief moment until they open again, and his lips hit mine and he goes even deeper, irregular, needy, desperate until his entire body goes rigid for a second, and he groans like he’s never groaned before, his cum painting my insides.

A brief, sweet pinch, and I know his second cock has swollen within me. Klynn can’t help himself, hips rocking as he shoves the expanded appendage deeper, deeper, until yet again, I’m coming. Soaking him, soaking his cocks as he groans, wings flaring with every pulse.

“So tight, so wet,” he murmurs. “Such a good little mate for taking all my seed and all my cocks.”

I can’t do anything but remember to breathe and listen to the sound of my heart drumming in my chest, wondering if it’s even possible to orgasm so many times.

“I can’t wait until you are ripe and rounded for me, my fury. I will mate you twice as hard,” Klynn murmurs in my ear, spreading fragrant feathers over us.

And I discover it’s absolutely possible to orgasm yet again.

KLYNN

Being buried in my mate is the only place I ever want to be. Not only did she like my nest, but she also nearly made me mess my pants when she stopped me from making any further changes.

My little fury can tell me anything and I will do it. She can ask me to cut off my head, and right now, with my swollen second cock buried deep within her, I’d do it, and smile, and thank her.

Fern is my life.

I have her in my nest, and I will keep her there until she is full of our youngling. Only, as much as this is a perfect nest, it is not in a perfect place. I will not allow my mate to be a prisoner of any other creature.

If I’m done with it, it will not be imposed on her.

I tuck my wings around us both, making sure she is comfortable while my body decides the best time to release her. Not that I want it to. The deliciousness of her hot cunt and my swollen cock are something I will revel in for a long, long time. As long as it takes for my seed to take root within her.

Something I hope will take a long, long time.

Fern gives me a sleepy smile, running her hand down my cheek, over the scar which sits there.

“How did you get this?” she asks.

“My first games.” I shake my head at the memory. “I thought I knew how to fight.” I laugh harshly. “I knew nothing about gladiator fights and my body bears witness to those early days when I was only a warrior.”

“Only?” She smiles at me.

“My fellow Gryn found me on an abandoned outpost of the Drahon, the species which had been plundering many planets, stealing males, doing we don’t know what with females. I was the only Gryn left alive and it was barely.”

Fern slips her hand into the soft downy feathers at the base of my wings. I don’t think anyone has touched me there before, and I almost lose the ability to speak.

“But they saved you?” Her fingers tease the softness, and my mind becomes crystal clear.

“Mylo, the commander, told me there was an entire planet of Gryn, who had recently overthrown an oppressive regime and were seeking out all their fellow Gryn who had been stolen and sold. He offered me a ship and a mission.”

Her blue eyes study my face. “I guess that makes me a little less embarrassed about my abduction. I assumed those from this galaxy only took those who were defenseless.”

The noise I make is somewhere between a growl and a laugh. I hate the thought of her being defenseless and at the hands of any other who would seek to harm her.

“On the contrary. There is a good trade in those who can defend themselves and therefore can be used for their power or their brawn.”

“Sounds like a good description of you.” Mirth twinkles in my little mate’s eyes.

“I like to think I am both. I found out otherwise when I ended up in the dome. I vrexed off the wrong parts of the Galactic Council, and they sent me somewhere they thought I’d never be found.”

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