Page 44 of Bred By Fafnir

His soft smile finds me next. It’s such a rare sight, I take it in for as long as I can. “I am in awe of you,” he offers softly.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

twenty-eight

Lenora

When I wake, the small sun is just beginning to crest. I’d stressed myself into a coma like slumber and feel oddly rested. Oh, and there’s a girthy steel rod pressed so hard into my ass if he moves even an inch, I’ll be impaled. One of my favorite things about Fafnir’s therapy working is that he sleeps with me now. Where he used to stay up brooding and wandering around the house, now more times than not, I wake to him snoring softly beside me, lost to the world. That’s how he is now. I untangle myself from his heavy arm banded around my belly, turning so that I can face him. My lips part as he shifts forward, seeking me out with his engorged cock again as a soft groan leaves his lips.

A tinge of arousal builds in me. As rare as that is lately, I don’t hesitate. My movements are slow and measured as I slip down his expansive form, the heavy furs traded for lighter ones now that winterhas passed. Most nights, they end up on the floor anyway, perks of bedding down with a literal space heater. He shifts slightly, making me pause my descent. I hold my breath as his twin cocks jerk, brushing across my breasts. He shifts closer, his thick, large mating cock shoving between the tender mounds, my teeth digging into my bottom lip to keep from whimpering. A few more moments of him thrusting his cock and I’m seconds from reaching between my legs and forgoing the plan. It’s a special kind of torment having such a fine specimen dote and wait on you hand and foot, to want him so badly you dream about it and your body not getting the message.

I wiggle down further until I’m eye level with his mating cock; I don’t touch it, no teasing or working him up. The sleeping giant jerks as I pop the head in my mouth and suck like it’s going to produce the very substance I need to survive. He releases a savage sounding growl, my eyes rolling up to meet his golden burning ones. “Fuck, Lenora.”

Now that he’s awake, my hands join my mouth. Knowing it doesn’t go in very far, I place one on his pleasure cock and the other on the mating one and work them in tandem. The beast of a male tenses, trying not to thrust harder into me. It works, for the most part. His hips jerk, making me gag loudly, tears filling my eyes. My own cunt is a throbbing, soaked mess between my legs. When he watches me rub them together, he moves to reach down and pleasure me, but I don’t want his fingers.

I want his mouth.

But first, I want to be drenched in his seed. Covered in his scent, so when we journey to the Halthara today, there’s no doubt where I stand, where my loyalties lie.

His fist grips my hair, not pulling, just holding me still against him as he slowly starts to move in my mouth, gently, but I am not in the mood for along gamekind of fucking. We have a lot to do today, and Ineed to get off. I take back over, his eyes rolling back in his skull when I suck harder, swirling my tongue around the head of his mating cock.

“Little female, I am going to drown you.”

I whimper.

His roar follows, and he does drown me. His cock jerks and swells almost painfully in my mouth. Panic hits me for a moment before I remember to breathe deeper through my nose. The salty, earthen taste of him making my senses go haywire as I swallow and swallow and swallow.

When I can’t possibly take another drop, I pop off moaning as a shot hits my face before he pulls me up higher on the bed, aiming his jerking cock for my breast. I’m needy, panting and squirming when he smirks, peppering a kiss on my cum covered lips before he licks a clean trail down my body only stopping to blow gently on my wet cunt.

“Please, please, just get me off,” I whimper.

He hikes a thick brow. “I cannot deny you much, my mate, but certainly not that.”

I all but scream as he latches onto my clit. Only his horns can be seen over my big belly, but I’m not really looking. My eyes are unseeing, my mind short circuiting as he sucks and laps, working me like he was born to do only this. My hands grip the sheets as if I’m going to float away, the orgasm that follows hitting me like a blindside, and I gush, fluid rushing as I’m groaning my release, bucking into his mouth like a crazed animal in heat. I’m panting when reality comes back, when my very satisfied mate rises over the mountain of stomach and smirks.

Horror hits me all at once as I struggle to get seated. “Oh my god, did I fucking pee?”

His laugh is deep, rumbling, and nearly distracts me from the horror of the situation.

Nearly.

“No, Sha'vria. I believe it is something humans callsquirting.”

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Wait, isn’t that pee though?

At least kinda pee?

My face must be a telling shade of red because his laugh finds me again, this time I do join him, perhaps not as hardily. Still slightly disturbed. “Come, we must clean and head out soon,” he offers, helping me from the bed.

That sobers us both.

We’re stepping into the shower when my hands brace on my belly, refusing to let go long enough to wash. So, he does it for me. His touch is soft, reverent as always, and when he kneels, kissing and nuzzling my aching stomach, all I can offer him is a watery smile.

Wishing like hell I could talk to my mom. Like she’d know the magical recipe to fix all of this. That longing hits me hard. I want to tell her I’m pregnant, that I’m staying, happier than ever. I want to know how she’d feel about an alien grandbaby. She’d be over the moon. Mom always loved kids. The lump is still in my throat as he helps me from the shower, sending me off to dry and dress while he washes. I wish I could unsee the agonized look in his eyes as I walk away.

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