Page 27 of His Human to Adore

I chew on my bottom lip and wiggle my brows at him. “Want to try to get me pregnant now?”

Dath doesn’t need much more prompting than that before he’s trading our spots on the bed. He puts me on my hands and knees close to the edge and then pulls my shirt from my body. His pants are the next to be discarded, and then he’s leaning over me, his hard length pressing against my backside. One hand wraps around my throat, and the other grabs my thigh to keep me close to him.

“Be a good little mate and take what I give you.” He moves his hand from my thigh and positions his cock before thrusting inside of me completely.

His name is a plea on my lips as he pulls me upward so my back is arched, my head tilted back to look up at him. His hand is back on my thigh, making sure that I stay positioned so his cock can slide in and out of me easily. I don’t miss that it’s the same way he was taking me in the sketch I liked the most out of the ones I saw. His grin is just as devilish as it was in the sketch as he stares down at me while my face contorts with pleasure as he rams into me.

“You want to be filled with my young, little human?” He asks, pausing his words to thrust inside of me over and over.

“Please.” The word is broken as it leaves my lips.

“The goddess has chosen us, Deja.” His words are full of emotion as he thrusts into me one final time, enough to have me moaning and bucking my hips as my orgasm crashes into me. Dath’s hand on my throat tightens, but not to cut off my breathing. No, he wants my eyes on him when I find my pleasure and when he finds his own. His cock twitches inside of me, filling me with the warmth of his seed until I’m filled, and even then, he holds me still with his cock firmly planted inside me. “We are chosen. You will be with young soon.”

I stare up at him. His face softens, but the red in his eyes glows brighter. “I love looking at you, but can we do it in a more comfortable position?”

“Of course.” Dath is slow about releasing me, which is nice because my body is definitely not meant to bend in the ways he has me contorted. When he pulls out of me, he pushes my face into the mattress but makes sure I can turn it to the side before sinking himself back into me. “I need to make sure you are with young soon.”

I moan and grab his thigh, digging my fingernails into his scales. “Fuck me as many times as you need, Dath.” He tightens his hold on me as his name leaves my lips. “Fill me until I’m carrying your babe.”

He hisses loudly as he leans over me, his hips brutally thrusting into me like a man with a sole focus on rutting me as hard as possible. It doesn’t matter that I’ve turned my head to see him better because my head meets the middle of his chest when he lowers himself on top of me. One hand keeps him from crushing me with his weight, while the other pins my hips to his as he fucks me with reckless abandon. He pauses for a second as he comes inside of me, but then he’s moving his hips again, pumping into me until he can find release again. By the time he finishes, he’s filled me three more times, and I feel so full that I’m ready for him to pull out of me.

“My sweet mate,” He murmurs against my back as he pulls out of me and touches his forehead to my back. “Let me care for you now, yes?” He asks desperately. I’m not about to take care of myself, considering I’m a pile of mush with how hard he fucked me. “I need to clean you and feed you. My sweet mate has taken me so well. Thank you.”

I let Dath clean between my legs and then rub all the soreness from my body. His hands linger for a bit too long between my legs until I’m calling out his name and coming on his fingers. When he’s proud of making me come, he grabs some of the dried olack and a skin of water that he makes sure I eat before he lets me crawl in between his legs to cuddle him.

I reach for the leather journal I’ve been reading. It was his mother’s that she wrote in the last year of her life when she was carrying Dath. He holds it in his hands for a moment before passing it to me. It was his idea that I should read it, so maybe I could understand why he felt so certain about rejecting me as his mate at first. I’ve been reading bits and pieces here and there between being with Dath while we’ve been trapped together because of the storms again.

I’m about three-quarters through, and so far, I’ve learned that she was younger than me and scared of leaving her unborn child alone in the world. I flip to the next journal entry and settle against Dath’s chest. His fingers run up and down my body as I read out loud to both of us.

Dath

“The storms are coming soon.“ Deja’s voice grows sleepy as she starts to read the next journal entry in my mother’s diary. I know she should sleep, but right now, I am enjoying listening to her read.

The storms started up again this morning, but this one is not as strong as the previous ones. I am almost sure it will be over by the time the night is brightening with morning light. It will give us time to collect more supplies before we are trapped once again. Hopefully, the storms will end until the storm season is truly upon us. We have many more days before we truly need to worry about the storms, but it is clear they have been sent either from my mother being angry at me for mating a human or from the goddess trying to trap the chosen with their mates until we are all mated.

“The storms are coming soon, and I am so excited. It has been so many days since we have all eaten together as a family, and the storms give us a reason to be around one another instead of being completely alone like I have been for so many days now. Yes, the storms give us reasons to be near one another, to converse and grow close.“ Deja rubs her eyes but continues reading.

“I have other reasons for wanting to embrace the closeness the storms give us as well. Maybe it is wrong of me, and maybe I should not write the words for someone to find, but I need to get these words out of my mind. I know I should yearn only for the male who planted his young in my womb. He is not here, though. No, he has left me, damned me to be alone during this part of my life. In his absence, I have found comfort in another.”

I pluck the leather journal out of Deja’s hands. “You need to sleep, and you’re getting to the point of the story that I skip. No reason to hear about my mother sharing a bed with Toron’s and Yril’s father.”

“Wait!” Deja tries to grab the journal from me, but I keep it out of her reach. “You can’t tell me gossip that juicy and then take it away from me. I’m awake now!”

I wrinkle my nose at her sudden interest in the relationship between my blood and my mother. When Narrath gave me the journal many years ago, he told me how many pages I would need to skip if I wanted to skip that part of the story. He did not destroy them, and I never thought it to be right to tear them out, either. Now, my little human wants to read them for entertainment, and the idea of it is more humorous than disgusting, like I thought it might be.

“I have never read it, so I do not know if it is graphic,” I warn Deja as I lower the journal back down to her.

“You draw pictures of your cock spreading my pussy,” She grabs the journal and flips it back to the page she was at. “I’ll survive reading about your dad’s brother railing your mom.”

“Such a vulgar female,” I hiss at my mate, but I am not upset with her. “Will you scan it and see if it is explicit? If not, I would enjoy hearing the last of my mother’s story.”

Deja’s little eyes start scanning the page quickly before jumping to the next. She does the same for the next few pages until the relationship with Narrath has been discussed. She looks up at me and looks like she is debating about what to tell me.

“She talks about being with him, but there’s no mention of anything that’s too crazy.”

“No fingers, no tongues, no cocks.” I narrow my eyes on my human to make sure she does not lie to me.

“None of those,” she laughs. “Much less than that.”

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