Page 59 of Hooded (Gladiators of the Gryn #5)
FERN
Our quarters are in almost complete darkness as I let myself into the nest. Klynn had a meeting with the Gryn council, and I took the opportunity to visit the new bathing pool I discovered a few days ago with him. The one which is clearly unused by everyone else, the water hot, clear, and inviting. One of my new lovely human friends, Cleo, was only too happy to have Hope while I got some rest.
But I’m not sure why the nest is this dark. I’m certain I left at least one night light on.
From the gloom, there is a deep growl.
“ Eregri.”
“Klynn?”
A shape moves in the shadows. A big, feral shape with fangs and claws. There is a deep huff of breath.
“You are fertile.” His voice rasps through the dark. “And I made a promise.”
“I can’t be…” I still can’t see him properly, only hear the rasp of his ragged breath. “I’m still breastfeeding.”
There is a rush of wind, and I’m enclosed from behind by a pair of muscular arms which squeeze my body.
“You are fertile, little fury, and I want to breed you,” he murmurs in my ear, hands plucking at the towel covering me, sliding up my thighs to dip in between my legs.
I’m already wet for him, and he groans my name as he slips a digit into my heat.
“Vrex, little mate, I swear you are always ready to take my cocks.”
“That’s because you’re always ready to put them in me.” I laugh.
Klynn growls in my ear, a low, discordant rumble which causes me to flood his hand with moisture.
“I am going to fill your sweet cunt with my cocks and seed, eregri ,” he rasps, “and I’m going to fill your womb to the brim with another youngling.”
His desire heats me from within as my towel is whipped away and Klynn bends me over the end of our nest. He gently explores both of my holes, dipping a finger into my anus and making me shiver with pleasure.
“I’m going to give you both cocks and more, mate. I’m going to have you shouting my name so all of Ustokos can hear you.”
He nudges my legs apart, notching his cocks at my entrance. They glide in without any resistance. Instantly I’m full to the brim with him, but Klynn is all about the overload.
After two long, slow thrusts, his finger circles my little pucker, dipping deeper and deeper inside me as I writhe, impaled by him, unable to do anything other than let him pluck my body and make it sing.
Klynn circles his hips and drives inside me, pumping his cocks and making sure I feel every node, every inch of him, of all of him, as his soft feathers brush my skin and he murmurs words which make no sense in my ear.
I am so in love with my huge Gryn warrior. It takes him no time at all to extract an orgasm from me, making me grip at the bedclothes with all my strength as he refuses to let up, refuses to give me any quarter because he made a promise.
A promise to get me pregnant all over again, so he can enjoy my changing body and make it his own.
With a roar, he thrusts deep inside me, a slight pinch as his second cock swells and hot cum paints my insides with the seed I already know will take root within me.
“.” He groans my name in my ear. Warm arms encircle me, pulling me on top of him as we pant out our waning climax. “I worship you, my little fury. You are the stars which give life and the nebula which nurtures. For as long as I have wings, I will be yours, fill your belly, and protect our family.”
I snuggle back into him, his cocks tightly fastened inside me, holding his seed within to be sure I am filled.
“I can’t imagine a better place to be or a better mate to have than you, my Klynn,” I murmur as he strokes over my still slightly swollen stomach. “I am yours and I too will protect our family for the rest of my days.”
He shoves his head into my hair and inhales. Down the thoughtbond comes the thing I want most from him.
Contentment.
My feral gladiator is content, and it means my work is already done.