And yet you’re taking every drop like you were born for it.Pride radiates through the bond.My perfect little human. So fragile, so breakable—and still holding everything I pump into you.
The possessive praise makes me clench around him, and he groans.
Thalûn, you’re milking me, he breathes.Begging for more, even while you say it’s too much.
I love it, I gasp out, needing him to know.I do, it’s just not like anything I’ve ever felt before.
I know, kala’rhû.His voice is reverent now.I know. But you’re taking it anyway. Taking everything your rhûen’ka gives you.
I start to relax when I feel something new. Something lighter, cooler, tickling me from the inside.
Rhûven... any chance your sperm can walk? Because I’m trying to stay calm... but something is moving inside of me.
He barks a laugh.
Hold still, my love,he breathes through the bond.That’s just my aekisha taking hold.(Frost-root.)
My entire body shudders. There’s a quick drop in my stomach, like I’m free-falling, and then something starts weaving itself deeper than anything I knew could reach.
I arch with a strangled moan. “Context... please?”
His antlers curl protectively around me. His tongue laps at the mark he left on my nape.
I thought it was just a myth, he admits.It’s never happened to my kind before.
Not helping, Rhûven,I hiss.Are you telling me there's some kind of experiment happening in my womb right now?
Oh, no.His nose brushes my jaw.Lumi... It’s said to be a sacred thread—one that only awakens when a true bond is claimed. When your body accepts all of me... the seed, the soul, and the beast.
I cry out as another pulse spirals through my core.
It feels like it’s climbing.
It’s searching,he says.For the cradle. For the place where life begins. You feel every inch because you were made to carry what I’ve given you.
My back arches as a strange heat blooms behind my hips, throbbing alongside the cold still locked inside me.
Once it latches, he growls softly through clenched teeth.It won’t let go. Not until the bond is planted. It’s how the gods ensure that no child is born without a sacred claim.
And now?I whisper, my voice barely audible.Is it... latching?
His muzzle dips down to lick a stripe down my cheek.
It’s taken, Lumi. You’ve accepted the aekisha,his voice roughens with awe.It lives inside you now. Even if I die, it will remain woven in your womb. Proof that you were mine.
Forever?
You’ll feel it every time you move, he purrs. A reminder of what I gave you.
Of what we made.
***
Andrik pov-
She shudders against me, her soft, exhausted whimpers echoing between the trees. My knot pulses with every flutter of her walls, still locked deep inside her.
She’s taken everything I’ve given her—and more. And now there’s a chance she carries my fawnling. A life created from a bond that shouldn't exist.
