It’s easier now.
Yahiro petted her belly over the gauzy shift she wore. Little tendril-like stretch marks marred her skin. She traced them when she was nervous, a habit Quist had picked up. Although it wasn’t really a habit since he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Galan touched her all the time too.
She found Sundamar’s presence to be her favorite at her worst of times. Sometimes she needed the hard instead of soft, and he always took charge without question. It gave her time to worry about other things.
They had found Preta and Charlie who, in all the strange circumstance that had happened to her since Sonhadra, had mated with valos of their own. Yahiro only saw them once, and once was good enough for her. What worried her now was that they never had found the survivors at the shipwreck. After Lusheenn had been killed and his light had seeped to the very marrow of her body, while her recovery was well on its way, Galan had returned to the site.
He came back empty-handed except for some left-behind supplies. Yahiro believed him when he said he had found no sign of their corpses but she needed to know for herself, and despite the begrudgement of her valos, they had gone back, once again leaving the city behind, unguarded, and unmoving.
The scene was gruesome. She lost count after the first dozen ak’rena corpses, and then the corpses of other forest predators throughout, all at varying stages of decomposition. Alien bugs flitted and crawled over torn skin and in and out of several day old bullet wounds. The rot and putrescence had filled her nose and stayed there.
She cursed Galan, cursed herself, and felt the stabbing pain of guilt seed her flesh and run through her bones.I left them.
Every day, Quist and Galan took shifts to scout and fly around the outskirts of the city, every day they came back with nothing about the humans she had crashed here with. They did come back with a vast amount of intel though, and the daily missions were now mandatory according to Sundamar, who in his own frustration, rarely went out himself.
She made it up to him with half-a-hundred naked liaisons on his throne. A smile twitched at her lips. Her fingers continued to rub her baby-bump.He’ll have the hardest job soon enough.
He’s going to have to play Dad.
He’ll have no idea.
There’s no escape.
That thought filled her with sinister delight and a little bit of glee.
A flash in the distance caught her eye and she peered out over the desert landscape until Quist’s body came into view. He was heading straight toward her and landed in a kneel at her feet to immediately nuzzle her belly.
Yahiro threaded her fingers through his long hair and tugged him harder against her.He doesn’t have to say anything.She already knew he came back with no news.
“How is mine female today?” His lips brushed against her. His English had come far.
“Waiting,” she whispered in reply.
“For me?”
“Yes.”
She clutched his head as he pushed aside her dress and held her upright. His mouth went straight to her clit where in his usual chaotic way, he feasted on her with no rhyme or reason. His tongue would dip into her sex and he’d suck on her quim, the beads on his face rolling anywhere and everywhere, then back to her clit again and again. He kept her on the edge of a climax continuously, as if he had innate skill somewhere in his frenzy.
Yahiro began to sink to the ground when his wings caught her and pulled her under his body and into his cocoon.I wouldn’t change a thing.His cock thrust between her legs in one go and filled her to the brink. And with his hands roaming her body and clenching her dress, he took over until his seed pumped between them.
Sometimes she found climax with Quist; most times she went crawling to Sundamar or Galan to finish her off. But those moments when his frenetic need for her body was tempered enough, she’d scream and thrash and cry, momentarily caught up in the frenzy.
When it was over, he helped her with a smile and righted her dress, the dew between her legs already vanishing into a golden dust.
“What else are you waiting for?” he asked abruptly. Now that Lusheenn was gone, she was the only oath he had left, and because of that, he noticed more than she liked.
Yahiro placed her hands back on her belly, his covered hers that next moment. “This.”
“What else?”
She frowned and pouted and then frowned again. “I wish I had the right words to say.”
Quist pulled her into his arms, and then into his wings until he trapped her away from the universe.
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