Mavyx is healing phenomenally though, and that's my first concern. It seems Dove and Ezryk reset his broken wing and added a splint. The healers were actually pretty impressed with their work and - even though he protested - I used one of the vails of healing meds Tessa had gifted to me from the Temple and it seems to have worked wonders. Mavyx is under strict instruction to leave it to heal properly, though; so no flying for the immediate future, and then he'll need to do some exercises to strengthen both wings again. Mavyx being Mavyx, promises he'll be flying me around in only a few days.
Rynn kept Mavyx's promise about not going after Dove and Ezryk. Zarriko still won't say what it is the Shadow-Wing had done to deserve banishment, but he helped me get my man back, so to me, he’s a hero.
Mavyx is still meant to be resting, but flying or no flying, no one can keep that man still for more than a few moments. He insists that he can train from the sidelines so here we are; him bellowing instructions to the Trixikka who are readying to replace those on their way back to us, and me, keeping my eye on my mate, making sure he doesn't overextend himself.
When it looks like he's about to intercept one of the sparring matches and get too involved, I have to step in.
"Mav, " I call, making a show of trying to get up from the little seating area he's erected for me, complete with furs, hides, shade and refreshment. The area wasmeantto be for both of us, but like I say - that man can't sit still for one damn minute. As predicted, he sees me struggling and hurries to my side straight away - forgetting everyone and everything else.
"What is it, my mate?" he asks, reaching out, helping me to my feet. He likes calling me that. Likes to use the term as often as he can. He also likes it when I do the same - especially when we're getting each other off.
Which is precisely what I'm interrupting this training session for.
"I need your help," I tell him.
"Anything, my star."
Just what I thought. I smile at him and bat my lashes. "I'll explain back home."
He walks me back to our hut. We officially share it now since Mavyx is there all the time anyway. And I want him there, too.
Once there, I turn to face my man and reach for him, grinning as I walk backward in the direction of our nest, bringing him with me.
"What do you need help with, my mate?" he asks, one brow raised.
He comes willingly, though. Of course, he does. The only thing he likes almost as much as making me cum, is a 'blowing job' as he still calls them and I bet that's what's on his mind right about now.
"You know how Tessa thinks the baby will be due soon?" I ask, turning us, so that his back is to the bed. Mavyx's eyes fall to my huge-ass pregnant belly.
"Yes. Is something wrong with our youngling?" he asks, expression full of concern.
"Lay down," I instruct him. Ordinarily, I might shove him down, but I'm still very wary of that healing wing.
He does as I ask but asks again, his throat bobbing as he swallows, looking up at me, "is something wrong?"
"No, my mate," I answer, unwrapping the jungle version of a maternity sarong I've taken to wearing, my top quickly following.
Mavyx's eyes flash with understanding as he stares at my naked body. "You would like to ride my mouth again so soon, my mate?" he asks, laying back now, apparently more than content to let me board a one-way flight to orgasm-ville. "I can help you with that."
"No."
He sits up again, wearing a puzzled brow. "No?"
"No. I don't want that right now. I want you to help me with bringing on labor."
The crease between Mavyx's brow only deepens. "How?" He asks the question with his head cocked like he genuinely can't tell what my answer will be, his temples alight with skin-stars.
I smile down at him and gently start to trail a finger around my darker-than-normal nipple. "Sex helps, baby.Sex."
Mavyx's eyes follow the path of my finger as it softly works my nipple into a stiff peak. Shaking his head, he focuses back on my face. "Sex?"
"Yes," I say, my knee sinking into the soft hide and feathers of our nest. I swing the other over him and settle myself on his thighs, loving the way his tail comes around the back of me instantly. "Sex, mating,fucking," I explain, one of my hands smoothing up his toned thigh, ripples of pretty skin-stars following the movement. I brush lightly over the front of his loincloth, feeling the huge erection beneath. Mavyx sucks in a breath. "Tessa says it can really help move things along. So I wondered if I could…” my finger trails teasingly over the sizable bulge in Mavyx’s loincloth.”...borrow thisfor a while?"
"Yes," he answers in a strangled voice, his throat bobbing as he swallows and nods frantically. "Yes, my mate."
I can't help the soft chuckle I let slip. "You sure?" I ask, teasing. "Maybe you should think about this a while-"
Swiftly, Mavyx sits up and takes my lips with his own. He's so big that in this position he has to hunch down a little into our kiss. "I have no use forthinking, my star," he whispers between kisses, "not when my female is in need." I grin and tilt my head, offering my neck. Mavyx bends even further, not missing any opportunity I give him. "And especially when that need is my cock," he rumbles, nipping at the angle of my jaw, sending little sparks of pleasure down my spine.
