Several weeks later…

Romulus

I’m wearing nothing but a robe as I cook my mate her favorite meal: fried eggs, sunny side up.

The smell is still not my favorite, but it’s a small price to pay for Alexa. She’s the future mother of my children; what she wants, she gets. I walk to the training ground with her plate, and set up a small table to the side.

When I’m done, I watch her work.

She’s wearing leggings and a tight shirt, her hair pulled back by a headband as she trains. Her wound has healed nicely, and she’s recovering well.

Shadowy figures surround her on all sides, and she dispatches of them with swift kicks and quick jabs of her dagger. While she doesn’t possess my Elban strength or impressive reach, she’s deceptively quick.

“Come on! Work for it!” I cheer her on.

Her arms are a blur as she whirls around, her hair whipping around, taking out the holographic figures one by one.

My cock hardens as I watch her move with grace and power. Every move makes her ass, thighs and breasts jiggle, and I can’t help but love the sight of it.

Alexa’s a quick learner. She wants me to teach her self-defense, so she can protect herself against Bellamy-wannabes. I promised I’d never let anyone hurt her regardless, but I’m more than happy to train her in martial arts.

I don’t think I’ve her trained anyone with her vigor, her talent, her enthusiasm.

It doesn’t hurt that every training sessions ends with me being balls-deep inside of her, too.

Her training complete, she sits down across from me, happy and sweaty as she attacks her meal with the same enthusiasm she shows in the arena.

My mate is so damn beautiful. I can’t wait for her belly to swell with our child. It’ll only make her figure more beautiful to me.

“You’re progressing quickly.”

“Yeah, it went well,” she smirks. “Think you’re ready to take me on?”

I laugh. “You’re not ready for that. You never will be.”

“Really now? I thought we agreed you wouldn’t be so stubborn.”

“That’s not me being stubborn. That’s me being realistic.”

“Really now? Sounds like it’s you being scared of being beaten by a girl. Lets go, then. You. Me. Right. Now.”

I never run away from a fight.

“Fine,” I say, standing up and dropping my robe to the floor.

Her eyes go wide as she takes in my perfect naked form.

“You’re naked!” she says. “That’s unfair.”

“A true warrior is ready for everything,” I say as I grab the table with two hands and fling it to the side. It lands across the room with a crash, plates smashing on the floor.

Before she manages to raise her fists in defense I’ve already grabbed her wrists. I easily twist them behind her back, holding them there with one hand, while the other one slips around her neck, choking her lightly.

“You’ve already lost,” I growl. “I could crush your windpipe if I wanted to. What can you do?”

“I could kneel you in your cock,” she says.

“Not if its inside you.”

With one tug I rip her leggings apart. I lift her up easily, one hand holding her ass up, while the other one slides her panties to the side.

“See?” I say as I run my fingers across her wet folds. “You are dripping with juices already.”

“You don’t fight fair,” she says, half-moaning as my fingers continue to tease her. I slide one finger into her with ease, and her eyes flutter.

That’s how all of our sparring sessions end — with me fucking her roughly and filling her with my cum. She hasn’t been able to fend me off once.

Not that I think she’s genuinely tried, either…

I place the head of my erect cock at her entrance, teasing her wetness. Every movement of my hips solicits a gasp from her.

“Do you submit?” I growl.

“Never,” she says with a smirk.

I bury myself inside of her, ramming my cock into her, all of my many inches at once. She’s dripping wet and takes my girth with ease — her body was built for my cock. Alexa screams my name, her nails sinking into my back, as I fuck her roughly, both of my hands resting on her ass, my fingers digging into her skin as I make her mine, body and soul.

My lips crush hers, my tongue in her mouth, demanding her full attention. I press her back against the cool glass wall, Earth visible in the distance as I pummel her body with mine. My hand slides around her throat, choking her, as my cock spreads her apart and fills her up, sweat coating both our bodies.

“Are you going to cum inside me?” she wheezes. “Are you going to fill me with your cum?”

I love it when she begs for my seed — but I’m not quit done with her yet.

With a quick movement I turn her around, so that her back is facing me and I’m holding her wrists with my hands. Her chest is pressed against the cool glass as I pound her from behind, watching her ass jiggle with every thrust of my hips, my balls rhythmically slapping against her dripping wet pussy.

I pound her as hard as I can, putting all of my energy, everything I have into ever thrust. Alexa’s breathing becomes more and more erratic, until her entire body quivers and she screams out my name.

The human female is coming on my cock.

“Yes,” I growl. “You love my cock, don’t you?”

“I love it,” she pants. “I love it!”

With a mighty, primal roar I unload myself inside of her. I come hard and deep, my body jerking, my balls working, filling her with my seed. Thoroughly satisfied I lower her to the floor, and Alexa immediately turns around and jumps back into my arms, showering me with kisses.

I carry her in my arms to the shower, our mouths not leaving one another until it’s time for both us to get dressed.

This is how every sparring session ends — I have yet to teach her some of my secret moves, for we keep getting distracted…