Page 69 of Love on the Korlyan Moon

I grab the shell full of balm—the container has stayed near the bed as we near the end of her pregnancy—and rub a dollop between my hands. I sit, my legs spread wide around hers, and pull her hips back toward my stomach. As I work my thumbs deeply into the socket of her joints, Lena lets out delicious little moans that have my cock hardening quickly.

Another thing I’ve learned about my mate, besides that fact that sometimes she tells tales for the sake of humor, is that I shouldn’t act on my cock’s urges until after she is stated with my rubbing of her sore muscles. What I had once assumed was a clever way of enticing me to mate turns out is actually just my mate wanting a different kind relief. It doesn’t always mean she won’t allow me to take her from behind after her aches are soothed.

So I do my duty, running my oiled hands over the globes of her ass and down her thighs, skirting dangerously close to her cunt as I do. The brothers reach back, wrapping themselves around her puffy feet to constrict some of the swelling away.

“This feels so good,” she moans, pushing her hips back further toward me.

I work my thumbs in on either side of her spine and press up to her shoulder blades. She widens her legs as I do, allowing her belly to drop even further down than before, stretching her tight ligaments.

“It’s the least I can do for the mother of my children,” I say as I rake my fingers gently down her sides.

“Child,” she reminds me. Humans don’t have litters like the Andjin.

But that’s not what I meant.

“When I said children, that’s what I meant—I’m going to keep you dripping and full of my seed long after this babe is born,” I whisper, feeling her shiver as I stop my hands right near her cunt’s pink lips. “Unless that’s not what you want?”

With the lightest touch I can muster, I run the tip of my finger along her petals, stopping near her pearl. From this angle, I can see the muscles of her pussy clenching in vain, without a cock to fill it.

“Kitaico…” she pants, lifting her ass back up to me.

“Are you pleased with your massage, then? Shall I work on some deeper muscles, my darling mate?” Cocking my brow, I cup her cunt in my palm.

The brothers fly to their favorite of her assets, kneading her engorged breasts.

“Yes,” she responds as her wetness slicks my palm. “I’m yours for the taking, mate.”