“That’s generally how it works.” She smiles, running her hand through my hair and twisting it gently at the side of my head.
I like it very much.
Rosalie moves a little under me.
“Dante?”
I hum a response to my name.
“Are you…stuck inside me?”
“I have hooked you, little flame. To ensure my seed takes root.”
Her little body shakes under me, and unable to control my cock any more than usual, more seed spills from it. Her little belly rises.
It would appear…I am doing this.
“Hooked?” Rosalie says. “For how long?”
“Until…” I realize I am not sure. “Until my body is ready to release you,” I rasp.
And more seed spills.
It may be a while. But I rather like it, and I want my sweet, delicious mate to like it too.
I want her to mate me again, but this time, I want her on top of me so I can enjoy her globes and the sight of her beautiful face, as well as see my cock as it goes in and out of her.
I pick up Rosalie and slide us both into the aquium. She makes her soft squeaking noise which causes my cock to release more seed as I take us into one of the deeper parts of the aquium, holding her close to me and shifting out my tail as well as my wings to keep us afloat.
She puts her head against my chest, and the mating mix pumps into my veins harder than ever. It’s heady, and it gives me a full clarity I haven’t had for a very long time.
“Little flame?”
Rosalie lifts her head.
“I will dance for you,” I say. “I know I shouldn’t have bitten you first. I know I got my rut completely wrong, and I should have been prepared to be envenomated before I claimed you, but I want you to know I don’t regret any of it.”
“I’m sure you don’t.” Rosalie trails her hand in the water. “And you know, Dante, I don’t regret it either. Any of this.” She screws her face up a little. “Although maybe ending up on that horrible ship before Darax found Kerra and me wasn’t so muchfun.” She sighs. “But being abducted, being brought into space, ending up here, with you…I don’t regret any of it. My time on Earth was…not good.”
“Then I am pleased you are with me now. I wish to make your time on Vorostor…good.” I trace a hand over her hair, the soft ends now floating in the water around us. “I wish to make you my mate and for things never to be not good for you again.”
Rosalie looks up at me. There is water in her eyes, and I don’t know how it has got there, because she hasn’t been under the surface. Also I’m not sure I like the water in her eyes as it makes my stomach squirm, and I fear I might be envenomated.
As she opens her mouth, the entire aquium is filled with a cacophony of noise—high-pitched voices of far too many sarkarnlings as they enter as one and start jumping into the water.
Rosalie throws her head back and laughs at this interruption. Then her eyes snap back to mine.
“Dante…I’m naked!” she whispers in a hoarse voice. “My swimsuit is on the side.” Her eyes are wide.
“The sarkarnlings will not care for your skin. I found it difficult to get them into clothing when they first came out of stasis in any event.”
“I care though!” Rosalie says as they all swim towards us, shouting out our names in excitement, asking a myriad of questions. “And I’m not explaining to them why we are here and what’s been going on.”
I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m showing far too much fang.
Because I have mated my sweet flame thoroughly, my hook releasing her only at this moment. No mind there is an aquium filled with sarkarnlings, I will be mating her again and soon, and most probably, everywhere.
ROSALIE
