And I feel it.
The heat of it. The stretch. The flood.
I feeleverything.
Garrik stays buried deep, trembling above me, braced on his elbows like he’s afraid he might crush me if he loses control now. His cock is still twitching inside me, still thick, stillso much, and I swear I can feel him everywhere—pressing against my ribs,stillnudging deeper every time I breathe.
And the heat?—
The heat between my thighs isunreal.
I feel every pulse, every throb, every impossible rush of warmth as he empties himself inside me—and it doesn’t stop. It just keeps coming. Thick and slow andhot, flooding my already stretched walls and leaking out around the seal of him.
“Garrik,” I gasp. “How…you’re still coming…?”
He lets out a low, guttural sound, antennae trembling. “I know,” he growls, voice almostpainedwith how good it is. “More than…more than humans?—”
His hips jerk once more, cock buried as deep as it can possibly go—and I swear I feel iteverywhere.Pressure high in my stomach, warmth flooding me so thoroughly it almost aches.
There’s so much.
Somuch.
This part, I wasn’t expecting.
It drips from where we’re joined, slow and slick and obscene, but still—he hasn’t moved. He’s justthere, fully seated inside me, panting into my neck, his body huge and flushed and shaking from the effort of holding back.
“You’re gonna break me,” I whisper, dazed and delighted. “I think I can feel you in mylungs.”
That gets a broken laugh out of him. “Don’t tempt me, honeybee.”
We stay like that for a long moment—connected, stuffed full, glowing in the warmth of it.
Then, carefully, he lifts his head.
“Ready?” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth.
I nod, even though I’m not sure what he’s asking if I’m ready for. But I figure it out quickly when Garrik pulls back, and I feel every single inch drag out of me, glistening and thick andstillhard enough to make me whimper.
And when he finally slips free, there’s a wet, obscene sound…and thenmoreof his cum spills out of me, sliding in slow, molten drips down my thighs.
“Oh my gods,” I breathe.
Garrik groans, clearly seeing the mess. “You took all of it,” he whispers, reverent. “All of me.”
And then his thumb drifts down to trace where I’m still leaking, and Imoan, hips twitching from the overstimulation.
“I think I need to carry you to the bath,” he says, still breathless.
“I think youoweme a bath,” I mumble. “And breakfast. And maybe a warning next time.”
Garrik chuckles low, the sound curling through me like a second heartbeat. He bends to kiss my temple, then the bridge of my nose, then finally my lips—soft, lingering, and almost too sweet to be real after what we just did.
“I’ll run the water,” he murmurs. “Don’t move.”
“Ican’tmove,” I groan.
“Exactly,” he says with a smirk that is far too pleased with itself, then presses one last kiss to the corner of my mouth before rising.
