“Do you want to milk my cock, mate?” I ask as I dip the tip just low enough to rest at her soaked entrance. It slips in more than I intend and a "sleeping’"Lena moans at the same moment I do.
I am strong, though, and enjoy the teasing of my mate too much to give into my own pleasure just yet. I pull back my thick shaft before quickly slapping its length down her slit.
To my delight, her eyes shoot open, but only for a second.
“Maybe, if she woke up, she could tell me what she needs,” I breathe as I shift my weight. I guide my length back down across her sex, pushing down with my hand, and slide my painfully hard shaft through her slick core.
Each thrust pushes her nub forward, and the pressure of my palm has an ache unfurling at my core. With each stroke, I can feel her tighten beneath me. I’m so enamored with the sight of the head of my cock pushing past her swollen lips that I don’t realize the brothers are plucking and massaging her breasts.
I pause my ministrations, thanking the goddess for someone so beautiful, completely overcome at the sight before me.
My neglect must strike a chord, because she finally "wakes up" and our eyes lock.
“Mine to hold, mine to rut, mine to breed, mine to love.”
Mine.
I have no control when I push my cock into her tight cunt, thanking the goddess once again that she’s been made ready for me already today, not wanting to cause her any pain.
We stare deeply into each other’s souls as my hips begin to pump. My mating crest gesticulates against her wet sex, hitting her pearl from every conceivable angle.
“Fuck, I love you,” she groans, balling her fists into the bedsheet.
There’s an echo of skin on skin as I drive into her. My cock into her cunt, my tentacles over her sensitive nub, the brothers against her nipples.
“I’m so close, I’m so—” She pants as she shatters into stardust under me.
As if on cue, my cock spasms so hard my vision goes black. I’m left in a darkness as I spill into her womb, riding the waves of my orgasm as I slam myself all the deeper into her warmths.
She’s shaking when my vision returns, eyes rolled back in her head and mouth agape. I arch over her, kissing her brow and smooth her hair off her damp forehead.
“I would do anything for you—you are mine forever. I love you.”
Mine.
☆ epilogue
Days turn into weeks while we help the human women settle into life on the Korlyan Moon. No one seems to have any idea why the despicable Deenz dropped them here, but few of us wish to question it.
For the first time in my entire life, I think females outnumber males. Flocks of human women move through the capital, and the Andjin males can’t help but bow as they do.
These females are a blessing from the Great Mother, bringing about the end of the Great Proving.
The emperor, after meeting with the leaders of Sontafrul 6, has officially decreed the Korlyan Moon a safe haven planet for humans. The women are free to leave our moon, even though universal governing senate sanctions won’t allow them to go back to Earth.
It seems that many of the males’ new Great Proving is convincing these women that they’re worth staying for.
The jewels were given the option to remain in their positions or to join the human women. I was surprised at first when not a single jewel stayed in their guarded tower.
It made more sense when Lena explained to me how the freedom to choose your mate, or to not mate at all, would be worth their loss in status.
Two of the jewels even announced a formal life bond. I’ve heard of males in the temple guard or exiles forming a life bond, but I always assumed it was out of necessity with the lack of females.
“It’s shocking that every jewel isn’t a lesbian, locked away together for years—not to mention they’re hot with their pierced nipples. You’re really lucky I didn’t run off with Yiskku myself.” She closes one eyelid and lets a grin bloom across her face.
I narrow my eyes at her. I’ve found it hard to adjust to her human sense of humor now that we can understand each other…but the “winks” help. The Andjin are much more literal, and her “sarcasm,” as she calls it, has been hard for me to pick up on. But we’re working on it, and that’s what’s important, because inside her womb she carries our young.
As always, the Great Mother has provided.
“I could pierce your nipples if you want,” I whisper in her ear as I lean over her, draping her rounded stomach with golden chains, dangling the one with the rough cut emerald over her stomach. The new peaks and curves of her growing body are on full display as we stay naked while in the nest.
“You know, I might take you up on that when they’re not so sensitive, after the baby is weaned.” She cups her swollen breasts.
“This is one part of human reproduction I have enjoyed thoroughly. One lick of your nipples and you puddle beneath me.” I lean over, running my tongue quickly over her breast before she can bat me away.
“You’re incorrigible,” she chuckles before turning onto her back, stuffing pillows under her strained hips to prop them up, splaying the garlands of gold I’ve draped all over the bed of our nest.
“Kitaico, we can cool it on the pretty, pretty princess accessorizing, you know. It’s not important to me.” She pushes one of the chains off her shoulder.
“But it’s important to me, to treasure you, to gild you as you deserve…to show you I would do anything to keep you happy,” I tell her with a frown.
I’ll admit, it’s a compulsion to ornament her during our confinement, something left over from the instincts of my ancestors. But it makes me so happy to see her thick with my child, and it feels appropriate to shower these gifts on her.
“What your mate wants is a back rub. Your son is really giving my hips hell today.” She sits up halfway, reaching out a hand to me. One of the brothers grabs it before I have the chance and hoists my newly plump mate to sitting.
“I can do a massage,” I sigh, bundling up the treasures I’ve acquired for her off her supple skin. The emerald stone weighs heavily in my hand.
