Page 43 of Expecting The Unexpected

Leaning down low enough, Throg brought his neck closer to his Viata’s sharpened teeth, whispering, “Make me yours Salvator.”

Without hesitation Spencer bit into his flesh. There was some pain, but Throg soon forgot that when he felt his balls draw up even tighter. He felt Spencer burrowing within his body, heart and soul, piece by piece, and the second he withdrew his teeth and licked at the wound, Throg was moving to the man’s throat, and biting into him.

Throg’s large brown-and-white eagle wings shot out wide and wrapped around his Viata, bringing Spencer as close as he could be to Throg. They were connected in every way they could be as Spencer cried out, and cum filled the little space between them. Within seconds, Throg’s cock exploded, and his seed quickly filled Spencer’s channel, until it was dribbling out the sides. Their hearts beat as one. Their breath came as one. Their souls came together, and every feeling, thought and desire his Viata had, consumed Throg, as he knew also happened to Spencer.

Spencer’s arms wrapped around Throg’s neck, and he felt tears wetting his shoulder. Throg didn’t have to fear he was hurting his Viata, because all he could feel was joy and love.

Throg slowly slid his sharp teeth from Spencer’s neck, and licked the mark to stop the bleeding. He wrapped his arms and wings around Spencer even tighter, and felt his rumbling before he could stop it. He was doing what his kind call the halcyon. It was normally for calming their Viata, but it seemed as though Throg was using it as almost a purring of sorts.

Spencer stopped crying, softly asking, “What is that?”

“It’s called the halcyon. Normally the Nakaka use it to help calm our Viata. It seems I’m using it to show my happiness and contentment at bonding with my Viata,” Throg answered.

Spencer pulled back and smiled wide. “I like it.”

“Good, I shall do it again soon. For now, I would like to cuddle with my Viata,” Throg said, slowly lowering Spencer to the bed, slowly unwrapping his wings and drawing them back in.

Throg slid from his mate’s seed-soaked channel and got out of the bed. He wet a small towel and cleaned himself, and then went back to his Viata and cleaned his hole and inside of his thighs, thinking it adorable when his Viata turned a pretty shade of pink.

Tossing the dirty towel towards the bathroom, Throg got back on the bed, snuggling up to Spencer, and drawing the man so he lay halfway over his chest. Gods, this was perfection.

They lay like that for a long time, neither speaking. They were enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, and Throg had never felt more content in his long life. A thought crossed his mind, and he asked, “Are you upset about the chickpea?”

Spencer stilled a moment, but answered, “No. I mean itwasunexpected, but this child is not unwanted. I don’t have any family and I always wanted kids, so even though I never thought I would be the one to have them, I’m quite happy about having a child of my own.”

“Our own,” Throg quickly corrected.

A slight laugh came from Spencer, as he said, “Yes, Throg, this baby is ours. What about you? Are... areyouupset about having a baby?”

“Never. Not just because it is a miracle we can share with the clutch house, but because... it is part of you... part of us together. I hope he has your eyes,” Throg said, rubbing his Viata’s back.

“You know it can be a girl, right?” Spencer said, with a snicker.

“Nakaka are male,” Throg stated.

Spencer lifted up and looked at Throg with a brow raised, “You do know this could be a cub? I mean, it might not be a Nakaka at all.”

“No matter who this chickpea takes after, he will be Nakaka. I am his father and therefore the child will have my blood flowing through his veins, just as much as he shall have yours,” Throg said, matter of factly.

Spencer rolled his eyes, “Duh. I’m just saying that he may be a she.”

“A girl?” Throg gasped in horror.Oh gods, what if itisa girl?He wouldn’t know what to do with a girl. He had never held, nor seen, a girl chickpea in his life. Weren’t they fragile? Could he break her?

“Hey, it’s going to be fine, Throg. We’re in this together... remember?” Spencer said, as he slowly rubbed Throg’s chest and shoulder.

Throg licked his suddenly dried lips, “But... What if I break her? I’ve never held a little baby girl before, Salvator. They are so fragile... weak...”

Spencer laughed, “My warrior, I suggest you never say those words out loud in the human realm. Those weak and fragile women will kick your ass. A baby is a baby, whether it is a boy or a girl, they are defenseless and need tender care. You helped raise Hron and his brothers, didn’t you?”

Nodding, Throg answered, “Yes. I changed many diapers, although it has been hundreds of years, I’m sure it hasn’t changed that much.”

“I’m sure it hasn’t, and changing a little girl isn’t all that different from changing a boy. They just have different parts, and a girl can’t shoot you with a piss stream quite like a boy can,” Spencer said with a smile, then lay back down on Throg’s chest.

Throg laughed, “Hron was the worst with that. That boy had great aim too.”

Spencer laughed along with Throg, saying, “I so can’t see Hron as a baby. He’s so intimidating as a Caliph.”

“He was born to lead. He’s good at it,” Throg said.