She hummed in agreement. “I thought it might be happening someday. I just did not thinking it would be happening so soon.” She paused, then laughed. “Maybe that’s not the right wording. It’s still five years away.”
“Two.”
She turned her head, looking up at him. The look on her face was trying to be admonishing. Like she didn’t want him to re-frame and calm her concerns, but she couldn’t quite deny that it was actually working.
“A long time,” she said.
“A very long time,” he agreed, giving her that much. “But it’s vital for our young. My planet is too dangerous for them to emerge without full protection. Though, in exchange, our young are very well developed by the time they’re born. Mentally, I mean. It doesn’t take them long to learn to fight and move and talk”
She laughed, confusing him.
“Funny?”
“Fighting?” She gave him a happy smile. “That is being the most important? Even more than learning to talking?”
“Naturally,” he said, confused at what she found amusing. “My young shall be strong. Excellent fighters. And if it is yours, it will be tenacious and energetic as well.”
“Unstoppable,” she agreed.
“Yes,” he agreed with a low growl, a smug smile spreading over his face, hunching over her. “Our young shall be vicious and powerful and genius. Utterly untouchable.”
“Male or female?”
He scoffed. “Does it matter? The males would be lucky to be able to witness the glory of a daughter of ours. And the females would fall at the feet of any male we produce. Regardless, our wylp will be a conqueror for certain.”
Haven was laughing outright now.
“Better?” He asked again, enjoying the way she was back to life in his arms.
She nodded again, more definitively this time. “Five years… That’s a long timing. Plenty of timing for us to enjoying our being together.”
“Exactly,” he agreed. “Most females emerge gravid after falling into their trap for the first time. It’s expected.”
“So, you knew?”
“I wanted it,” he growled, lowering his hand. Cupping her cunt through her pants. “I rutted on you with the full intention of breeding you.”
She shivered, but her expression wasn’t one of disagreement. The way her eyes fogged over, how her butt poked back against him, like she was trying to arch into him.
Yes. That was better.
“In fact,” he said, taking her by the neck and pulling her up. “If you didn’t appreciate it the first time, I’m going to make sure you do this time. I’m fucking you to breed you, because you are my female and that womb is mine to claim.”
Chapter 32
Haven
She was being handled. Controlled. Just as assuredly when he chained her up the first time. It set her belly off into a twisting, tightening rush of excitement. A feeling that completely dropped away the last lingering remnants of her uncertainty and worry.
All of it driven away by the firm hand he kept on her neck. Left behind as he used that grip, and the second hand on her hip, to walk her forward towards his trap.
She expected him to lift her up to the hole, because that’s what he usually did. However, that’s not what happened. He kept pushing, forcing her forward. Making her step up onto those footholds that she hasn’t used since her first time.
But he wasn’t letting her climb in. He let go of her neck so she could put her head and torso in, but he kept the grip on her hip, keeping her from dropping down.
He held her there, kept her in place with her torso in the trap, her back half standing on the little steps that led inside. She couldn’t see what he did, but she felt the moment the panels of the trap began closing around her.
She gasped, looking back, but too late. The trap was closed around her waist, locking her in place as assuredly as chains would. But her torso was inside the nest, her hands on the wall, keeping herself up. Her back half outside the trap, feet up on her toes, taking some of the pressure off her abdomen. But she couldn’t argue that she was trapped.
