. . .
Emily
I awoke feeling fucking amazing,and only maybe eighty percent of that was due to the head between my legs. I gasped and came only a moment after waking.
“Fuck. Good morning to you too,” I said when I had breath.
Kex hummed in satisfaction and crawled up the bed until he loomed over me. “Did you sleep well, my mate?” he asked, and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
“I slept amazing. Like, really, really well. I feel so good, it’s kinda odd.” I ran my nails over his back, scratching lightly, and pulled him harder against me.
“It was the work the medic did. He would have repaired anything out of alignment and generally boosted your system.” He ran a finger over my eyebrow, then touched another spot on my cheek, both where I’d had small scratches that were gone when I left the medic.
The experience had been odd. I’d stood naked in a small rectangle, and lights had swirled and darted all over my body while the doctor told me to lift or lower my hands. It felt almost like the light had weight to it, but I hadn’t really felt anything. It lasted for maybe ten minutes, and then it was done. The doctortold me he’d repaired the cuts and abrasions, removed the infection from the bites in my bloodstream, cleaned up a fungus I didn’t know I’d had on my foot, and made slight modifications to my hormones. Something about my thyroid not operating at an optimal level. When I’d glanced down, the small cuts on my hands were just gone.
Then the doctor had told me I was pregnant. I didn’t believe him at first. I’d only been with Kex for a few days, and it had to be way too early to tell, but his machine had detected it in my bloodstream. The ormonai gestation period was a little shorter than the human nine months, but the doctor assured me that while species compatibility was rare, there were a few that mixed with ormonai, and they had plenty of experience and research to support hybrid pregnancies.
He’d finished scanning my body and genome so he could study the baby further, and then Kex had returned.
I’d felt dazed after hearing the news, and I’d been a little nervous to tell Kex. He had mentioned registering me as his mate. He said now that I was his, I had a title. That sounded like marriage, but we needed to talk it out. I couldn’t imagine him putting me aside or treating me like a consort while he married someone else or something, but he also hadn’t assured me of any kind of commitment. He’d fucked me, but he hadn’t known our species could reproduce, and while I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more than a little teal baby, I’d still worried.
Pointlessly. I’d worried pointlessly.
It was beyond clear Kex couldn’t be happier with our news.
“When do we need to leave?” I asked, and lifted, grinding against Kex’s hard length.
“We have time,” he said, and kissed me gently, then ground down against me, not as gently. “Plenty of time for me to fuck my mate into the mattress. Is that what you want?”
I gasped as his thick length moved against my clit. “Yes, please.”
He growled, and ground into me a few more times, but he didn’t seem to be in a rush. “And how should I fuck my mate this morning? Slow, savoring the feel of your hot cunt stretched tight around me, or should I flip you over and slam into you? Maybe stick a finger in your ass?”
My brain buffered, but Kex didn’t seem to need a response. He kissed me again, then ran his fangs down my neck. He rubbed against me slowly, and I thought we were going with the first option, but then, in a rush of movement, he flipped me over and lifted me to my knees. Kex kissed down my spine, then moved behind me and pulled my hips back against him. I could feel his hard length as he ground against my ass. His hand caressed my cheek.
“Yes, look at how stunning you are from this angle.” He ran his cock between my thighs. “Is this what you want, my Emily? Do you want my cock?”
“Yes, please.”
He thrust inside me in one quick movement, and I gasped. There was the smallest spark of pain, but so much pleasure. Kex growled as he pressed into me. We’d only been together five days, maybe six, and it was hard to think while being impaled. While Kex was a lot to take, I felt so right stuffed full of him, like I was home, safe and warm, but also like I was flying through the sky.
“You’re so wet and tight.” Kex pulled out and slammed into me again. “You grip me so tight. I love the feel of your cunt.”
His dirty talk was driving me crazy. I had no idea what I was missing before we could speak. “Fuck me harder,” I told him, and he did.
Pressure built deep down in my core as he pounded into me, his relentless pace overwhelming until I came in a rush. Kexcontinued his pace as my orgasm crashed through me, then his hands were under me, pulling me back against his chest so I was sitting up on his dick. He wrapped his arms around my middle, holding up my boneless body as he thrust his hips against me.
A different pressure built as the head of his dick swelled. His thrusts grew shallow, and he bit my neck as he came. Warmth flooded my insides as he released, and the pulsing of his dick sent me into another orgasm. We both groaned as my body tightened around his, and we collapsed back onto the bed.
I giggled, so full of happiness at how my life was turning out. “You know, you’re really good at that.” I turned and pressed my face into his sweaty chest.
He growled lightly. “I know.”
I laughed and pinched his nipple. He flinched but just pulled me tighter against him.
“I’m so very good at fucking you, I’ve already successfully planted my seed within you.”
I snorted. “It sounds so gross when you say it like that.” I paused for a long moment. “Are you sure you’re really okay with this?”
