Chapter 4
Lucia, Soren and their group walked a red clay path through the melodious forest and Soren’s intense fascination with everything around them was contagious. Lucia found herself just as enraptured with the sounds alone. Colorful birds of gold, aqua and shimmery silver sang chipper songs that mimicked the loveliest soprano. Their long, wispy feathers danced as they perched on branches or took flight. Animals howled out to each other and fuzzy white long limbed mammals scurried through the trees or hung from branches, watching them pass.
Sanru’s beautiful.
The path opened up into a canopied clearing, filled with Sanruki people of all ages. Younglings zoomed through the shorter purple grass with ribbons trailing behind them as their high pitched squeals of delight pealed through the air. The large, blue barked trees soared to the sky above, shading everything below it from the green clouds and most of the dark orange sun, though a number of rays snuck through to speckle the clearing. The trunks were immense. Ten men of Soren’s arm length in circumference, at least. Every trunk was covered in reaching, winding electric blue vines that sighed each time its fruit was plucked. It was almost unnerving to hear it and Lucia wasn’t sure that’s what was really making the sound until Re’Len confirmed.
“The seetkut vines tremor, that is what you hear,” Re’Len nodded. She picked up a basket for herself and swept a hand toward the stacked pile for Lucia and Soren to do the same.
“How peculiar,” Lucia mused and accepted one of the woven baskets Soren had picked for them. Setting it down momentarily, she pulled the band from her wrist and bent forward, allowing her springy curls to tumble. She gathered them with both hands, smoothing them into a bundle as best she could and wrapped the band around a few times into a ponytail. Much better, she thought as a breeze tickled the back of her neck upon rising.
“Please, start anywhere,” Re’Len ushered with her hands as she began to walk toward a tree on the far side of the clearing.
Gathering the basket, Lu headed to the far right of the clearing and tentatively reached out for one of the green globes that were slightly glowing. When she plucked it, the sigh sung out and the glow in the fruit died. Soren mimicked her action, picking a fruit higher up on a thicker vine. Its sigh was a little deeper and the strangeness made Lu’s lips pull up in a half smile. She could hear it then, as her eyes circled around. There was a slight shift in the tone of the sighs, depending on the size of the vine.
Soren turned into a picking machine, eager to hear the musical sighs of the fruit as he plucked it and Lu couldn’t help but laugh. His speed and enchantment caught the eyes of a few younglings who’d stopped twirling in their long ribbons. They inched closer and closer, Soren completely unaware, to watch the big, blue, four armed alien. Lu slowly plucked more seetkut, splitting her attention between picking and watching Soren.
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Soren enjoyed the sounds of the seetkut. He couldn’t remember hearing such beautiful sounds before. There were never beautiful sounds with the Trepnils. Even their music was painful to his ears.
Soren liked Lucia’s laugh but couldn’t understand why she laughed at him. He was picking quickly so she wouldn’t have to do more work. He was being a good slave. He wanted to tell her to stop picking seetkut altogether, but it was not his place.
He picked faster.
****
Sometime later, Soren circled their tree, looking for any missed fruits within reaching range. He’d filled eight baskets to her two, with his speedy skills. His golden eyes fell upon the fruit just out of his reach, even with his ridiculous height.
“Lift me up onto your shoulders,” Lucia said, raising her arms. Soren wrapped a set of hands on her waist and lifted her smoothly, like nothing. She gripped his wrists as her legs draped over the front of his chest and curled to him. She quickly kicked off her boots so she wouldn’t get red dirt on his suit and her fingers slid over his bald head, the textured skin feeling oddly relaxing. It wasn’t smooth or shiny, but matte, warm and dry. Lu kept one hand on his head and the other started picking. Soren’s first set of arms held onto her thighs while the second set held onto the empty basket. Each fruit she picked, she passed down to him and he deposited.
Soon the younglings joined in, singing, giggling and bringing Soren more baskets as they filled them up and rotated around the tree. One was very fascinated in his tail, which spooked him at first, causing him to nearly topple over with her still on his shoulders. She’d yelped and clung for dear life whilst her fingers covered his eyes. He swayed this way and that in an attempt to regain his balance while temporarily blind, loaded down with fruit and a jittery human. It had been quite the show apparently, because once Soren regained his equilibrium, the younglings yowled with laughter, falling all over themselves and causing some of the adults to chuckle too.
Lu’s heart settled once more and she rubbed Soren’s jaw, eliciting a purr before she went back to picking. The next time the youngling touched his tail; he remained calm and started teasing them instead. He’d raise his tail, whip it back and forth and tickle their faces. By the end of the day, the group of small ones gravitated toward Soren and the poor guy just didn’t know what to do.
****
She did it again. She let him touch her.
She feels nice. She smells good.
Soren liked touching her.
Why?
His inner battle was conflicting. One moment he reminded himself not to feel anything, the next moment he was taking deep breaths as her scent surrounded him while she was so close. Her pheromones were an assault on his senses. It was hard to concentrate on not feeling when that’s all he could seem to do.
Feel conflicted.
Feel good.
Feel agony.
Feel.
Think.
The small ones that surrounded them made him feel things too. He liked their cheerful wonder and wide, curious eyes. He had never seen a youngling; none that he could remember. They made him feel playful.
I am too big. I do not want to hurt them.
Soren stood as still as he could around them and moved slowly, deliberately when he needed to. They liked his tail. It had never been touched before. He found that he took pleasure in teasing them with his tail, even if their cries of laughter made his ears hurt.
****
As the sun sunk lower in the sky, the quiet hum of a happy people was shredded when a bloodcurdling scream rung out around the clearing, followed closely by screams of a different, beastly kind.
Lucia felt Soren turn to stone beneath her and his curled claws tightened on her thighs, and she could feel them lengthening, like he was growing them. “What the hell was that?” she breathed, eyes turning into saucers. Adults swooped down around them, picking up the younglings and taking off down the path as others followed suit in a burst of chaos. A menacing growl vibrated through Soren and it sent a cold chill of gooseflesh along Lucia’s skin.
Soren pulled Lucia down carefully, keeping her close and scenting the air as he put her behind him. His stance hunched slightly as he gripped her arm and ushered her toward the path along with the others. They were close to the tail end and another yowl pricked the air, making the small hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “What is that?” she said to no one in particular.
“Lome!” a breathless woman said and others echoed the name as they continued down the winding red dirt path. Another screech and another, as it got closer. Lucia made the mistake of looking over her shoulder. Soren was no longer right behind her, and as she turned her feet tangled in a root. The momentum of her slowing run propelled her backward and she landed in a thorny bush where the path curved. She screamed in terror at the sight of Soren taking on the huge beast, and at the pain of the long, thick thorns sinking into the left side of her bottom and thigh when she hit the ground.
At her scream, she watched Soren turn into a ferocious, clawing, biting, roaring monstrosity. The lome was twice his size, with thick black and purple fur. If it lay still, you wouldn’t even be able to see it in the grass of this planet. Its snout was lengthy with serrated teeth that were long and dripping with loops of saliva as it roared back at Soren in their battle. Lucia wanted to close her eyes at this different version of Soren, but she couldn’t look away. Panting with pain, exertion and worry, she was frozen and forced to watch everything play out. She vaguely noticed Re’Len crouched beside her, whispering her name and urging her to get up.
I can’t.
She thought she said this aloud, but it was all in her head.
Soren’s fists pummeled the beasts’ side, claws digging out large chunks of purple fur as they both continued to clamor, circle and swipe at each other. A loud crack assaulted her ears as Soren shouldered into the beasts’ side where he was just clawing.
Broken ribs. I’m going to be sick!
The lome fell over to its side, curling and roaring as it tried to get back up but Soren didn’t allow it. Pouncing atop the beast, he pulled back two hands, black claws the longest she’d ever seen them grew longer, and he let them fly. They slashed through the beasts’ throat and the gush of black blood flooded the flattened purple grass, filling the air with an iron stench and Lucia lost it. She turned her head and heaved and heaved again. Her empty stomach only gave up bile until she was dry retching and with every heave, the pain in her backside flared to life. The water in her eyes leaked until her vision swam with nothing but blurred colors.
“Oh god,” she gurgled, wiping at the thick saliva and bile on her lips and blinking her eyes to try and see clearly.
“Loo-Sha?” Soren’s husky, questioning tone accompanied his bloodied hands as they slid along her naked feet and ankles. She moaned when he carefully picked her up and gingerly held her to his chest. His hand brushed along her backside and the wounds sung pain through every nerve ending. The sensation caused her peripheral vision to cloud and the world turned black.
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Soren felt misery. It weighed every ounce of his body down as he carried Lucia to where the healer directed. His lungs, filled with the scent of her fear and blood, made him tremble. Her screams had been so painful to his ears; he was shocked they had not bled. The smell of her fear, the sound of her screams, they had made him crazed with need.
The need to protect.
The need to render flesh from bone.
The need to keep her safe.
Soren had failed though, that is why he felt misery. Lucia might be alive while the beast was dead, but she was hurt. He had failed.
****
Lucia’s eyes slid back and forth behind her eyelids before she cracked them open. Her cheek was squished against a hard surface as she lay on her stomach. Soren’s face was level with hers while he crouched next to the table she was atop and his pupils were taking up most of his orbs, only leaving slivers of warm gold near the corners of his eyes. This time, his trouble with the bubble didn’t bother her. She sighed, glad he was unharmed.
“What am I doing here?” she moaned, wincing at the pain in her flank as she tried to move. Soren laid his hands along the base of her spine, holding her in place.
“Keep still, Lucia,” Re’Len said softly and Lu could feel something cool being dabbed into her thigh. “You fell into the rashaq bush. Its thorns are toxic and can cause a bad fever. We bathed you to keep away infection. I am nearly finished applying the healing salve.”
I can’t catch a break.
This is why you should sell all five tomes. Retire.
Don’t start with me.
“Soren did a great deed,” Re’Len continued. The pride and gratitude in her voice could be plainly detected. “His defense of you and others is very admirable; a true warrior. The beast will feed many families and will be enjoyed at the celebration tonight.”
Lucia stared at Soren, who stared back at her. Hesitantly, he brushed a stray curl from Lu’s forehead and she noticed the darkening blue of his pronounced cheekbones. It was the only indication the praise from Re’Len made him feel sheepish.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you too, Re’Len, for your care. I am in your debt.”
“Think nothing of it. Your help in the harvest was payment enough.” Re’Len carried on dabbing the salve and the pain continued to slowly ebb away.
The music of drums, laughter and a buzz of multiple conversations drifted in through the open window. Lu could see the sky was a hunter green and lit with stars when the curtain floated in on a cool breeze. “How long was I out?”
“Nearly six hours. The festivities have begun, but do not worry,” she sing-songed. “You have not missed the best part. Come, we will dress you.” At that point, Lu noticed Soren was no longer in his spacesuit, but a sheer gold vest that showed the expanse of his nipple-less, belly button-less chest and stomach when it hung open. The pants he wore weren’t sheer, thankfully, but they did match the color of his vest. They were harem pants that cinched at his ankles, and billowed with any movement he made. Lucia was simply draped in a white sheet.
She slowly sat up, careful to only put weight on her right side. Soren fussed about her, not letting her make any moves on her own as she was helped to the stone floor.
****
Soren’s mind was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He’d tried not to touch her, but his hands would not listen. Her hair was so soft, her skin was so soft; everything about Lucia was soft. Why did he like that so much?
For six hours, he’d stared at her, willing her to wake up. The healer had assured him she would be fine, even with the fever, but it was hard to believe her. Lucia was too soft and her body was vulnerable. Soren hadn’t thought she’d be able to withstand a toxin.
The amount of relief he’d felt when Re’Len’s words rang true and Lucia opened her peculiar colored eyes, was the only time he’d truly let his body relax. This tiny human had shown him such kindness, knowing he was a slave; he felt he had to protect her to show his immense gratitude.
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“I have packaged some healing salve for when you leave us,” Re’Len nodded and patted a small pouch on a shelf. “Apply it daily and you will heal quickly. Now come,” she urged, smiling ear to ear. “We dress you!” She shooed Soren away as they entered another room and a handful of other females were waiting. Their dusky orange skin in various shades and fuzzy, draping manes of different colors was a site of beauty. They flitted about, predatory in their movements, aside from their warm smiles. The sheet was pulled from Lucia’s body and the females circled her, touching her and petting. She assumed it was because they didn’t see many humans around town.
“Your skin is very soft,” the one with black hair crooned.
“Such an alluring color.”
“Your hair is very wild,” another purred.
Sheer gold material matching Soren’s outfit was draped over her head. Her curls sprung and bounced back to normal once the neckline was pulled past her face. As the dress was properly slid onto her body and dangled at her ankles, Lucia felt a sense of unease. It was a sleeveless dress, pinched at the shoulders and the neckline rounded to expose only the tops of her collarbones, mimicking in the back. Two slits split the dress up the sides, reaching to just above her hip and exposing her legs and the sides of her ass. It was tight around the chest and hips, every dimple and bump outlined. Everything that wasn’t exposed was viewable by default due to the gauzy, sheer fabric.
“I don’t know if I can wear this,” she croaked, realizing the rest of them wore similarly racey dresses and fabrics. Lucia wasn’t from a culture that shied away from showing skin, but they certainly didn’t walk around naked and all of the women surrounding her were extremely lean, with very little curvature.
Curvature? They have mosquito bites with nipples.
Oh god, I must look like a blob.
“Of course you can.”
“You look delicious.” Purrrrr.
Re’Len fluffed up Lucia’s hair, bouncing the loose, springy locks that shot out every which way, its length tickling her shoulders. “Come, we have waited long enough.” Hands turned her and slowly, encouragingly guided her back through the door. Soren’s head snapped up as his black eyes traveled her body. She inwardly cringed, because Re’Len and the others didn’t realize what kind of trap they were setting.
“Down, boy,” Lucia chastised and tossed a finger at Soren. To her surprise, he looked away and controlled himself. The females crowding her back softly giggled and moved her along with them. Soren had to duck through the doorway, and immediately whoops of joy and guttural cries filled the air. They were cheering the Lome Warrior.
Groan. This is going to go to Soren’s head, I just know it.
Individuals crowded Soren, patting him on the back, speaking enthusiastically about his prowess. Females touched him, flirted and squeezed parts of his body, making him jump in surprise. That part made Lucia crow with laughter. On the inside, of course.
Lu made her way around the gathering, tasting the succulent dishes, savoring the delicious tangy drink and talking with those that stopped her to ask how she was feeling and congratulate her on such a courageous mate. After the fifth time she said he wasn’t her mate, she gave up and let them think what they wanted. She was much too interested in eating, drinking and being merry and when a dance started, she was eager to learn the steps. Males and females alike danced with her, eliciting laughter and shrieks of joy. It was enrapturing.
The large fire in the middle of the gathering roared into the night. The giant logs set in a steeple would burn well into the next day. It was warm and Lu gravitated toward it after she bowed out of the dancing, like a moth to a flame.
I’m practically naked! It’s amazing my nipples haven’t snapped off by now.
Even with the movement of the dancing, she couldn’t seem to keep as warm as everyone else.
In the midst of warming her body and getting lost in the flicker of the flame, she didn’t notice the excess amount of moaning right away. Her ears twitched, lips pursed and she began to survey her surroundings.
What. The fuck.
A cry of pleasure ripped the air and startled her further. Bodies rocked around her, some fully naked, some half clothed. Her wide, amber eyes settled on a female that suckled and licked at a males hips and the pale pink bobbing of his cock. It was thick at the base and tapered toward the end where it curled and writhed like it was alive!
Holy shit, holy shit!
What the hell kind of planet have you landed us on?
Swiveling her head this way and that, she settled on another couple. The male was slamming into her cunt before he suddenly withdrew and spurted pearly arcs of liquid across her back. The male was looking at her. A hungry grin split his lips and Lucia’s knees knocked together out of fear and sick arousal. Lucia quickly looked away and stared blindly into the fire, trying not to panic. She had to think of how to slip from the crowd.
A wall of warmth slid up behind her. Soren.
“Loo-Sha?”
“I have never been so happy to see you in the past twenty-four hours I’ve known you, than I am right now.” She turned around crowded into his personal space while her head fell back on her neck to look at him in the eyes. “There’s some sort of orgy going on,” she whispered harshly, as if anyone could hear her above the waves of sex and bleating. “Get me out of here!” Her arms lifted and Soren picked her up. She clung to his neck and peered over his shoulder. A loud, guttural moan from one of the males as he came rung in her ears and she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs.
Oh god, oh god.
Soren hissed.
Lucia’s thighs squeezed as best they could while being draped in his arms.
Shit, shit, shit!
“Soren, go!” she moaned.
Soren made his way through the writhing bodies strewn across the ground and every surface while Lucia tried to not spontaneously combust in his grip. It must’ve been the drink. It had to be. It was like her body was on fire and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. Half of her was embarrassed, the other half wanted to throw down on the floor and rub against anything warm and willing.
“Something is wrong,” she throatily mewled at Soren’s neck as he continued to pick his way through the sea of flesh. “Did you drink anything?”
“No,” he grunted.
Fuck. It was the drink!
A bolt of something shot through every nerve ending in her body and she cried out, her jaw going slack as the muscles of her legs squeezed together and her hips jerked lewdly. “I just-” she squeak-moaned. “I just came!” Her nails dug into Soren’s shoulders as her pinched nipples jutted into his chest. Her pussy drooled down the crack of her ass, leaking through the napkin of a dress and onto Soren. Another lightning sensation rippled through her spine and straight to her core as she keened with another orgasm. Soren held her tighter as she thrashed about against his body and struggled to breathe. She threw back her head and cried in ecstasy and her call was answered by more howls from the grunting bodies around them.
“Oh fuck,” she panted, feeling pressure build back up. “Soren, I don’t think I can make it!” Lucia was nearly climbing him in her attempt to escape to the ground and be sexed by anything with a pulse. His grip threatened to break her bones and she still clashed against him.
“Loo-Sha,” he grunted as if he was in pain. “Be still.”
“I can’t,” she moan-yelled, her throat dry from the orgasms. She wriggled with all her might in his grip as they finally broke through the sea of bodies. The crashing ocean of pleasured sounds getting quieter and quieter, but all Lucia could hear was the rush of blood in her ears and her own moans. Her pussy flexed at empty space and her hands grabbed at anything they could land on. Soren ran through the night covered field to where their craft sat alone. The ramp extended and the door opened when they were within the ships range; the light a beacon in the blackness around them. At the jolt of the metal ramp beneath Soren, Lucia sobbed a whimper of need when the tiny vibrations hit her core.
Once they were inside, the door closed and a heavy breathing Soren headed for the cabin. Lucia barely registered anything around her as he set her on the floor. She rubbed against the carpet like a Ro’Catta in heat.
“This isn’t happening,” she puffed, sliding across the floor and moaning up at Soren. He stood at the far wall, eyes completely black and expression hungry, but suspicious. “Make it stop!” Flipping over to her back, her fingers found her slit and began rubbing through the fabric. Two swipes and she came again, her musk permeating the room. At the loud sound of Soren scenting the air, Lu whimpered and moved to her knees, jutting her ass into the air.
“Soren!” she half yelled, half whined.
I’m whining! I’ve lost control of myself!
What was in that fucking drink?!
“Take off your clothes,” she panted. A mewl of urgency gurgled in her throat as she snuggled her cheek against the carpet and spread her knees.
“Loo-Sha…” Soren ground out painfully, but obeyed. Within a few blinks, he was naked and Lucia’s eyes bugged at his jutting cock. The tip was tapered to a rounded point and it was a pale blue, like the bulging veins winding up the shaft, but there was no head like one may see on a human male. A long, two inch slit started at the tip, finishing on the underside. His sac was tight and didn’t dangle. To Lu’s horror, his cock jerked under her gaze and a drizzle of green ejaculate oozed from the slit.
It’s too big!
Breathe, Lucia!
“Do it, Soren,” she begged and gasped as another peel of sensation ruptured through her cunt. Her body was hyper sensitized and aware of Soren’s heat before his touch. When he peeled up the back of her dress, the slight pull of the sticky fabric had her gulping for air. This is insane!
“Loo-Sha…” Soren growled as his hand slid up her thigh and over her right ass cheek.
“Yes,” she pushed back into his hand. “Now, Soren!”
He settled a knee between her thighs and kicked them further apart until every muscled pulled. Her nipples scraped the carpet and she felt it so much it hurt.
The tip of his cock bobbed against her cunt and Lucia thought she was going to fly apart with anticipation. She went to push her hips back, but Soren hissed and gripped her waist so she couldn’t. Before she could say anything, the tip of his cock sunk into her and her mouth O’d with surprise.
Soren withdrew just a hair and sunk further and further until somewhere in Lucia’s crazed mind, panic set in. Her cunt tightened as he plowed the rest of the way in, slamming against her cervix. The sharp pain of her womb being battered had her sucking breath between clenched teeth at the same time Soren growled with excitement. Immediately, he pulled back and slammed in again, knocking the breath from Lucia. Each time he withdrew, her pussy sucked him hungrily back in with lewd, wet, slurping sounds.
Within moments, Lucia gasped a lungful of air as her body threw itself in a violent torrent of sensation over the cliff she’d been teetering for what felt like years. Her scream erupted in a keening cry of ecstasy that hurt her own ears and broke off into a gurgled moan after her lungs expelled all oxygen. Soren continued to piston into her aching cunt, wringing out her orgasm until he abruptly stopped, sunk to the hilt. Panting, Lucia collapsed to the floor underneath her, only supported by Soren’s lower limbs as his grip on her hips painfully tightened. She began to struggle for some leverage, moving her heavy arms to try and lift herself up.
“Stay.” The growling click of his command sent her heart slamming against her chest so hard she felt it would bash itself against her bones and give out. Panic rose through her lust filled haze to every nerve ending as she felt Soren’s cock swell inside her pussy, stretching her to the brink of what she thought was humanly possible.
“Soren, off!” she choked out and attempted to rise again. Two hands gripped her shoulders and slammed her back down into the floor. That menacing growl deepening and crawling over her skin like tiny needles, kicking in her fight or flight instincts. Her knees bruised against the floor as the weight of him curled over her back, his face at the nape of her neck. The growl vibrated through him and she could feel it knocking against every bone in her body. He completely incapacitated her, his enormous frame caging her in. In her desperation, Lucia was keenly aware of everything around her, in her, on top of her. Soren’s warm breath fanned the back of her neck as he scented her, blowing the small curls every which way. Something probed the opening of her cervix and she froze.
A squeak bubbled in her throat at the uncertainty of what was happening. Soren groaned, resting his forehead against her unruly hair. “I am… implanting…,” he growled and jerked his hips snuggly against her, going still other than his heaving chest at her back. The sting of her wounds didn’t even register.
“What?” she squawked, all too aware of the temperature change in her womb as something slipped, and seeped inside. Her body betrayed her alert mind as it began to overheat, and spark alive again. Soren moaned as his cock twitched and pulsed inside of her. He ground against her ass, the movement causing his sac to brush against her clit. Soren did it again, and again until Lucia came for the nth time. Her fingers curled and gripped the carpet in a painful clench as her pussy clamped down on the impossibly massive swell of his cock, threatening to split her in two with how her muscles pulled taught. Peripheral vision sparked and clouded as she forgot to, no couldn’t, breathe. Every tendon stretched and contracted in a soul shaking seizure of pleasure. She tried grasping for control of her body to tell it to function, but couldn’t take hold. The punishing onslaught of tremors milked the orgasm, sending every sensory on the fritz.
Soren roared.
Lucia’s mind cracked and she gasped, the sharp intake of air in her starved lungs sending a high pitched whine into the room. Her chest shook and convulsed with each hurried, deep pull of sweet oxygen. Limbs coming alive, she flailed, scratched and screeched in mindless, blissful aftermath. “W-what-,” gasp-moan-whimper “What did you do!” Her eyelids drooped heavily and she tried pulling herself away as Soren gripped her to his chest and collapsed to his side, trapping her in the cage of all six of his limbs.
As her orgasm ebbed and with it whatever was in the drink, she slowly went limp, completely wrung dry. Her head lolled against his arm and the sounds of heavy panting was the only noise made. She couldn’t even properly feel alarm that his cock was still swollen, firmly stuffed inside her pussy and pulsing. Her brain was short circuiting as she tried to string together coherent thoughts and effectively relay them. Anger, numbing bliss and apprehension coursed through her bloodstream like the best drug she’d never had.
“Not hurt you,” Soren chopped out between heaves. “Go limp soon.” Soren’s inability to form full sentences let her know she wasn’t the only one struggling.
I’m going to murder Re’Len.
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Soren agonized over his actions as Lucia’s breathing became heavy in her slumber. His root was still pumping into her womb and it was blissful and he hated himself for loving it so much. Her pheromones had turned him inside out and he’d lost control of himself.
Soren couldn’t remember ever mating before. Had he mated in his life before enslavement?
If it felt like this every time...
His mind reeled and he couldn’t imagine how any being could go without this. He wanted to do it again already and he wasn’t even finished yet. When his hips involuntarily jerked once more, he felt dirty for taking pleasure while the human in his arms was asleep. He couldn’t withdraw yet without harming her or himself. It was torture, feeling her squeezed so tightly around him and the pulsing of his annex and sac as they continued to betray his will and drain his fluids into her womb.
A tiny part of his mind tried to convince him it was just nature taking its course; he wasn’t taking pleasure while she slept, it was just his body naturally responding.
Soren groaned as another tremor wracked his frame and the embarrassment of his behavior had him burying his face in her soft, wild curls.