Page 37 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“Like that, sire. I’d like your opinion as High Commander. Do you think that is a good sound?”

“You know, I may need to hear it again. Can you repeat whatever you did to cause her to make such a noise.”

Armel rubbed his fingers along her clit again, making slow, focused rotations over and again. She mewled, sighed, moaned. Her cries of pleasure filled the room. He kept pushing her higher, stopping just as she sounded as if she were close to climaxing.

“Seven Lords, my mating rod is thick with seed. I worry she will think me a wee sprout once I put her on the mounting slab.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to get heirs from her from just one mount? I’m not wizened to the ways of humans. How many eggs does her womb hold?”

“Most only incubate a single heir. Though there is another further up the way in an adjoining pod who incubated three heirs at the same time. I don’t understand the lottery. I have yet to figure out who the ruler is that determines who gets a single heir and who gets three.”

“Three heirs would be nice.” Armel agreed. “Then each of us could have a go at her.”

“Perhaps,” I told him. “Though you’ve already filled one breeding receptacle so maybe there is already a chance we’ll have two incubations. I best hurry along and fill the other.”

“Permission to put my mouth on her on/off switch, sire.”

Miele had been holding still for us, staying stoic, providing commentary when needed. But Armel’s stupid name for her clit had us all breaking form. Barely able to contain our giggles.

“I think it must be broken.” She chuckled. “I’ve never been turnedofffrom having someone’s mouth on it.”

“Silence human!” He slapped at her ass, eliciting a long, pleasure tinged moan as her hips gyrated wildly. “No one gave you permission to use your vocal box.”

“Maybe yourmating rodwill shut me up.”

It definitely would.

Even laced with lighthearted jokes and some giggles, Miele dove headlong into my most secret fantasy. Armel and Ryker were the only ones to ever know what I jerked off to as a kid. While the rest of the kids our age had swimsuit editions, or the occasional stolen dirty magazine, I had the shelves of the library and titles likeTheir Shared Captive, orBreeding Planet Xto thicken my cock and make me blow.

“Please, High Commander, I—I can’t carry an alien baby. I’m not built from your kind.” She thickened her voice with manufactured fear.

“Do you really think you’re the first human we’ve taken for this purpose,” Armel sneered at her as I began pumping into her. “We would never make theHigh Commanderbe our firsttest case. You’re one of many brood mares on this ship. And we’re only one ship of about ten scouring your planet for fertile women with large feeding pouches to carry our bairns to repopulate our new planet.”

“It shouldn’t feel this good.” Miele’s back arched up, cradling my cock inside of her, changing the angle so I rubbed against the front of wall of her.

“None of the other brood mares could be as mouthy as you. You should thank your alpha for his kindness,” Armel told her, holding her hair in his hand, and turning her head just enough that she could see me over her shoulder.

“Say it,” He pressed, shaking her. “Thank you Alpha for allowing me such latitude.”

“Thank you Alpha.” She drew out the a as she bounced against my cock, enthusiastically fucking herself on my rod.

“Do you like it?” I asked her. “My rating rod. Does it satisfying you.”

I rolled my hips, coming down onto all fours, resting my forehead on her shoulder blade as I pumped into her.

“Oh God yes.” She hummed, splaying her legs open wider to take me in as deep as she could.

“How do I compare with human mating rods?” I asked, nipping her neck.

“You are longer than the average rod, my sire. But I’ve had some that are thicker.”

The little brat.

“And is that what you prefer? A thicker mating rod? Do you love your human with a thick mating rod?”

I shouldn’t have done it. Pushed her toward what Ryker had been hoping for. But I couldn’t resist. I needed to know as much as he did if she truly had no feelings for us.

“Oh sure, I love thick ones and I love long ones, and I love the perfect in between.”

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