Page 57 of Bound (Gladiators of the Gryn #3)
CHRISSIE
Rych removes my clothing in record time, shrugging out of his pants to reveal his magnificent cocks which look bigger than ever.
I’m already soaking, his whispered comment, his thoughtbond filled with desire—it caused me to absolutely destroy my knickers in a single second.
The nest he has made for us is astounding, even more beautiful than the one back at the canyon. Luxurious fabrics, so many pretty sparkling items hung around on the walls, from the ceiling, spread over every surface. I’m pretty certain some of them are items of cutlery, but it doesn’t matter. It’s what Rych believed was nice, what he wanted in our nest to please me. And all of it does, very much.
My pleasure is even better communicated through the thoughtbond, his own amplified back to me once again in a loop which is never-ending and so beautiful I want to cry.
Not that he’s going to let me do anything other than hang on. I’m picked up and gently deposited on the bed as the items he’s hung up (is that a ladle?) spin and catch the light. Rych’s great wings spread over us as he gazes down at my naked body.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “My eregri .” He parts my thighs, dropping between them to fondle my folds, sliding a digit inside me with a groan. “Tight and wet. Are you going to take both my cocks, little one? Because I’m going to put a youngling in your womb tonight,” he growls.
The pad of his thumb swirls over my clit, and my back arches involuntarily into his touch. A huge hand caresses one of my breasts, the tips of his claws tripping over my peaked nipple.
Rych’s tongue swipes over my pussy, sending me into orbit. He doesn’t let up with his finger, and it pumps inside me as he laps my clit, sucking gently until I can’t hold back anymore. I’m flailing, grasping at anything as my orgasm hits and I take handfuls of feathers as I shout his name, my hips bucking, shoving myself into his mouth, his perfect touch, my channel clamping down on his finger, pulling at it as if it can never let go.
“Oh, my sweet mate.” Rych wipes a finger on each side of his mouth and sucks it deeply. “You taste like you need to be bred by a Gryn.”
“I need you,” I respond. “I want you to fill me.” I gasp out the words, not quite comprehending what they mean for a second or two, until Rych’s desires slam me back onto the bed.
“I want you to breed me, Rych. I want to have your young,” I breathe.
His wings flare, his eyes darker than ever as he gazes down at me, palming his cocks which run with pre-cum, dripping between my legs.
“On your hands and knees, little mate,” he rasps. “I’m going to take you like my ancestors did.”
His eyes burn into me as I slowly turn over, a groan as my bottom is exposed to him. I push myself up into a crouch as I feel his hot body behind mine.
“This is how bad little females get all ripe and round with a youngling,” he murmurs in my ear as he swirls a sodden finger around my entrance before replacing it with his broad cockheads. “They mate with a male and he fills her up. Are you a bad little female who needs filling, ?”
“Yes!” I moan, shoving myself back at him, desperate to feel him inside me once again, but he pulls away with a deep, wicked chuckle.
“I’m not sure you are bad enough, female,” he rumbles. “Bad females don’t care if they get one cock or two from a male. They mate and don’t care they’ll end up with a big belly in a few nova-months. A big belly which will tell everyone how bad they’ve been.”
“I’m bad,” I groan. “I don’t care if I end up pregnant.”
With a swift flick, the cocks breach my channel, and grasping my hips, Rych drives himself deep inside me, the nodes on his cocks hitting my g-spot over and over, bringing me to the brink.
“So delicious, little mate. I’m going to take you like this when you’re filled with young, your breasts heavy with milk and your little body ready to birth.”
My pussy contracts, clamping down on him as he roars out my name, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting again into me, his huge hands holding me in place as he plunders my body, as yet another orgasm crashes through like a wave.
I’m riding him as much as he is riding me, his mind stuffed with the thoughts of how he will delight in my changing form, how he will love our young with the force of a thousand suns, how he will ensure I’m always pregnant, always happy, and always his.
So, when it hits again, my climax is not a surprise, it is an absolute delight, my vision dimming, my pleasure plucked from him, from what he wants because it’s what I want too. Rych explodes within me, his hot cum filling my channel, and with a pinch, his second cock swells, locking us tight together.
To ensure my seed takes root in your fertile womb.
I pulse over him, my body wracked with aftershocks as Rych pulls me to him and collapses on his side, clutching me tightly.
“I never want to let you go, little spark. Of all the things I thought I wanted in the galaxy, it turned out fate had different plans for me,” he murmurs in my ear.
“You’re not sorry you didn’t recover your memory?” I ask as I get my breath back.
“No, I want to make new ones, with you,” he responds. “Ones involving our nest and our young. Ones without violence and bloodshed.” He pauses, pushing his face into my hair. “Whatever I am, maybe I’ll find out in time. For now, I’m more than content with belonging to you.”