"Breed me." Her voice was stronger now. Certain. "Fill me. Make me yours. I want all of it. The knot, the seed, the offspring. I want to stay here and build with you and never go back to a life where no one ever chose me."
Everything in me went still.
Twenty cycles. Twenty cycles of building and waiting and hoping. Forty-three females who'd left the moment they could. Twelve cycles of an empty nursery, of platforms that had never held offspring, of hope that cracked and reformed with every failure.
And now she was here. Asking. Choosing.
I lifted her off her feet. Carried her to the sleeping platform. Laid her down on the furs, my hands gentler than I expected them to be.
Then I stopped holding back.
Twenty cyclesof restraint broke apart.
My hands found her body, touching everywhere at once. Her breasts, soft and full, nipples hard against my palms. Her belly, where my offspring would grow. Her thighs, spreading for me without resistance, revealing the swollen, glistening flesh that had been waiting for me for ten days.
My mouth followed my hands. Her neck, where I bit without breaking skin, tasting the salt of her fever. Her breasts, sucking each nipple until she cried out. Her belly, kissing the place where she would carry my children.
I could smell her arousal, thick and sweet and overwhelming. Could see how ready she was. Pussy lips parted, clit protruding, wetness running down to pool beneath her. Her body was presenting itself to me, had been presenting itself for days, and I was finally going to answer.
"Please." Her voice was broken, desperate. "Please, I need..."
"I know what you need."
I positioned myself between her thighs. Let her feel the head of my cock against her entrance. "I'm going to give you everything."
She was already coming before I entered her. The anticipation, the relief, the knowledge that finally, finally the torture was ending. It triggered something in her body, and I watched her convulse beneath me, her walls clenching around nothing, desperate for something to grip.
I gave her something to grip.
I pushed forward.
The head of my cock stretched her entrance, and she screamed. Not in pain. In relief. In desperate, overwhelming pleasure. Her hands grabbed my arms, her nails digging in where the armor gaps left me vulnerable.
"More," she gasped. "All of it. Give me all of it."
I gave her an inch. Let her feel the ridges, the texture, the heat of me inside her. She was so wet I slid through withoutresistance, her body opening for me like it had been designed for exactly this purpose.
Another inch. Another. I watched her face as I filled her, watched her eyes roll back, watched her mouth fall open in wordless pleasure. She was taking me. Taking all of me. Her body stretching around my girth, her walls gripping me with desperate strength.
I bottomed out inside her and went still.
Full. She was full of me, finally, completely. I could feel her heartbeat through her walls, could feel every flutter and clench as her body adjusted to my size. The sensation was overwhelming. Hot, tight, wet, gripping. I had to fight to maintain control.
"Bruk." My name on her lips, barely a whisper. "Please. Move."
I moved.
Slow at first. Long strokes that let her feel every ridge as I withdrew, every inch as I pushed back in. She came again on the third stroke, her walls clenching so hard I nearly lost control. I didn't stop. Kept moving. Kept fucking her through the orgasm and into the next one.
"Going to breed you," I growled. "Going to fill you so full you can't walk. Going to knot you and lock us together and pump you full of my seed."
"Yes." She was crying and coming and laughing all at once. "Yes, please, yes..."
I let myself go.
KERRIS
Day ten. I finally said the words.
