“Idiot,” I sign emphatically.
“I thought so too,” Corrina says with a half smile. “But it was also more than that. That scar, and all the other ones I’ve acquired through the years – they’re proof that I survived. And I feel like that means something.”
“It does,” I sign. I hesitate a moment, then capture her hand in mine and bring it to the wide, jagged scar at my throat. I feel her fingers just barely brush my skin.
“What happened?” she whispers.
“We were just kits,” Krish says, stepping into the room with Zann right behind him. He glances at me as if to ask permission to share my story, and I nod. “We were observing a hunt, and a few of the serrex got spooked and took off towards us. We all ran, but one of them changed course and Davix got caught right in the throat. A horn tore right through his neck.” Krish climbs into the nest and rests a hand on my arm. “They told us he’d never survive,” he continues softly. “That it would be kinder to just let him die.”
“But he is our brood brother. How could we not try to save him?” Zann adds. “The recovery took a long time, but we nursed him back to health eventually. His voice never came back, but we learned to communicate in our own way.”
“Wait, you created the language you use?” Corrina asks, staring at me curiously.
“Not all created. Changed. Added,” I sign.
“It’s based on hunting signals,” Zann offers. “We added to it.”
“That’s amazing,” she says, and I can’t help but smile and hold my shoulders a little straighter at her praise.
“You are amazing,” I sign back at her with a smile. I grin wider when she leans forward to kiss me. “Are you feeling rested?” I sign hopefully.
“I am,” Corrina grins. “Give me a minute,” she says, climbing out of the nest and heading towards the bathroom.
A moment later, we hear her exclaim “what the fuck?” and all three of us rush into the small chamber.
“What is it?” Zann growls, scanning the room for any sign of danger.
She just stares at us wordlessly, her hand extended. I glance at her fingers where some of the thick gel that forms the breeding plug is stuck to her fingers. “Do you know what this is?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.
“It is a breeding plug,” Zann replies. “It traps our seed inside you. Should I not have done that?” Corrina stares at us in silence for a long moment, and I can practically see her mind processing the information.
“That’s, that’s different. I guess that would explain why I didn’t wake up in a giant wet spot,” she mumbles to herself.
“I have made another mistake,” Zann says sadly. “I only want to try and make you happy, but maybe we are too different.”
“No. You haven’t done anything wrong,” Corrina insists, reaching out for him. She makes a face when she realizesthat she has grabbed Zann with the same hand covered with remnants of the plug. “There are just some differences that I, that we, weren’t entirely prepared for. We’ll just have to communicate about these things.” She glances down at herself. “Do we need to remove it?”
“If you want more sex, then yes,” Zann replies. “Though it might be messy to remove.” He glances at the bathing stall. “We should do it in here,” he gestures, stepping in.
“Humans do not create a plug after sex?” Krish asks curiously.
“They do not,” Corrina says with a chuckle.
“So, the male’s seed just spills out after he deposits it?” Krish continues.
“Um, yeah. Pretty much,” Corrina replies. Zann starts the water, waiting for the steam to rise before pulling Corrina under the spray. He drops to his knees and slides his hands between her legs to slowly massage the plug free. Our combined seed floods from Corrina when the plug is removed, and she lets out a gasp.
“Exposed genitalia, lost seed. It is a wonder humans are able to procreate at all,” Krish mutters.
Corrina looks at him and then lets out a long, loud laugh.
Chapter Fifty: Corrina
My laugh turns to a moan as Zann slides a long finger slowly inside me and he leans forward to press a kiss against my stomach. “Should we not plug you when we are fucking?” he asks. He glances up at me with earnest curiosity. “I should have asked before.”
“It’s fine,” I gasp, as he strokes me slowly. “And honestly, I don’t hate the idea of not being such a mess afterwards.” He curls his finger inside me and my breath stutters. For having no experience beyond functional and efficient breeding, all three of my haleen lovers are fast learners. I grin to myself at the thought of them as mine and wonder briefly what they would think of my possessiveness. I have a feeling they wouldn’t mind.
I feel Davix press against me from behind and reach an arm up to wrap around his neck. He presses kisses against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I groan at the feeling of lips wrapped around one nipple and glance down to see Krish’s mouth swallowing my breast as he bites and licks my sensitive flesh into a peak. Zann has added another finger to my pussy, stretching me gently as he explores my stomach with his tongue.
