Page 63 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

Sway

The next two days were filled with bliss.

And discomfort.

Being with Grace was a peace Sway had never known in his life.

Probably not since his days as a hatchling when there were no problems in the world, and everything could be made better by the warmth of his mother’s embrace.

Sometimes, he would cuddle up to Grace just like that, no sexual intent at all.

His only intention to hold on and hear her heartbeat and feel her body.

But then, other times, the darkness that lived inside him demanded satisfaction.

Usually, it was right in the middle of them making love.

While he could kiss and tongue her cunt with a sweet slowness, the moment it came to his own pleasure, he needed heat and fire and, sometimes, a little pain.

Grace pulling on his feathers or pinching his skin or scratching him. Something.

And he realized very quickly why that was.

Sway had never had a sexual encounter that was willing and enthusiastic.

It was always something he was forced to do, and, if he was the one doing the fucking, he would come when they did.

Just because that was how his people were made.

Sexual pleasure, to him, was reluctant, painful, and purely sensational.

To his horror, that extended to his time with Grace. He felt pleasure taking her slowly, but invariably, there would come a point where he had to turn her around, flip her over, cover her eyes – something, anything – to keep her from seeing the change he felt come over him.

Pleasure was different with her than anyone else. He wanted it. He craved it. The height of his ecstasy was better in her arms. But it was still contaminated by his past.

It was beginning to feel like everything in his life was.

And if everything was tainted by Rik-Vane, was there a point to trying to change?

Grace had to notice. The difference in the way he treated her from one moment to the next was obvious.

But she didn’t say anything to him about it, and when they were done, she was the one comforting him .

Running her hand over his crest, whispering how much she enjoyed that, how good he was to her, how amazing he was as her male.

She was a far better female than he deserved, but he was never going to let her go.

Honestly, he was perfectly content to spend the rest of their time in the Song holed up in their room at the inn, enjoying and learning each other. Making love and fucking in equal measure.

But, halfway through the third day, he got a message from Vweet, asking if he and Grace would meet them at the courtyard that night. There was something important, culturally, that Veesway wanted him to experience.

It was an invitation he was, surprisingly, excited to receive.

“You look happy,” Grace said as she snuggled against his chest, reading the message along with him off his combot.

“I think I am,” Sway said, running the hand he had wrapped around her over her hip. “He is my father… after all.”

The words were hesitant only because they were unfamiliar. For all that he knew, intellectually, Veesway was his father, it hadn’t felt like that since he landed. Surely, there should be some kind of instant recognition? Some sense of rightness?

But no. He had been a stranger. In some ways, he was still a stranger.

Learning to like this male again, learning to feel close to him, made more sense. And it felt more real than some kind of mystical connection.

He already had one of those anyway. He smiled at the female in his arms, resting so sweetly against him. As if he hadn’t just had her against the wall, pounding her so hard, he had to hold her head to make sure it didn’t get knocked around.

Tilting up her gaze, Grace smiled at him.

Something wicked gleaming in her eyes. That was his only warning before she pushed herself up and swung a leg over, straddling him.

The move was quick and smooth but ended with a wince as her thighs were stretched wide.

After the last couple of days, such a position wasn’t an easy one for her to throw herself into.

But that didn’t stop her from rubbing her still wet slit against his. Trying to coax his cock back out – not that it would take much.

But he put his hands on her hips, stilling her.

“You’re too sore,” he chastised gently. “I’ve already had you three times today.”

“Four is a lucky number.”

“Says who?”

“Someone, I’m sure,” she laughed tucking her hair back as she ground herself down against him. He groaned as the head of his cock began to press through.

Laughing wickedly, she moved herself so that her hole was right there, just waiting. Like she wanted him to extrude straight into her body. That didn’t stop her hips from twisting and grinding, rubbing herself on his head as he pushed through her entrance.

“What are we trying to get lucky about?” He asked, his voice rough with desire.

She hummed thoughtfully, hips still moving. “A good time on our next adventure?”

Sway smirked. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down at the same time he thrust up, allowing his cock to extrude the rest of the way, filling her in one sharp motion. Grace screamed and he groaned, crest immediately rising. He loved the way she sang for him.

“We don’t need luck for that,” he promised, bouncing her on his cock, entranced by the sight and sound of her moving over him.

She was definitely too sore and collapsed over him after a short moment. But that didn’t stop him at all. He grabbed her by the hips and jerked her up and down on his cock, fucking her from below as she cried out right in his ear, one of her hands pulling on his crest.

The ache of it drove him wild as the rhythm of the wet smacks between their bodies and the melody of her screams pushed him right to the edge.

He couldn’t go over without her, but hanging there, right on that painful cliff, made his movements more wild, more desperate, driving up the sound of her screams until she broke.

Her voice cut off on a choked gasp as her entire body tensed and shook, the squeezing of her cunt milking him dry.

Sway held her tightly, nuzzling his face into her neck.

One day, he promised, he would treat her with the tenderness she deserved and not just mate her like a wild animal.

***

It was late by the time they emerged from the inn, freshly showered and dressed in their farasie style garb. They were practically a pair of locals as they hit the dim streets, all aglow by the fires of the lamplight lining the wide paths.

Grace was beaming, looking at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky for her. Though she was still walking funny, and they’d had to be creative with how they wrapped her dress to hide the bruising on her hips and thighs, her eyes were sparkling with joy.

Five, as it turned out, was apparently a luckier number than four.

Sway simply hadn’t been able to restrain himself when they were washing up in the shower.

But he was also pretty sure she had deliberately antagonized him because she had been bending over, washing her feet, pointing that pretty, well fucked ass right at him.

What male could resist that? Especially when he saw a trickle of his seed finally starting to leak out of her. Pumping it directly in her womb meant he needed to work a little harder, give her a little more, to make that happen.

And was he not supposed to replace what was lost? That would just be wasteful.

The fact that he was sure she was still leaking him even now, unable to clean his seed from her because of how it was placed, just made him eager to return and find out if six was an even luckier number than five.

But despite that, he was actually interested in seeing what his father wanted to show him.

He hadn’t heard anything about a celebration or something happening tonight.

Of course, he had been completely isolated the last few days, so who knows what changed or what he might have missed?

Maybe they’d even rescued another farasie and he wanted him to experience the same party that welcomed him again, but from the other side this time.

Of course, that was just speculation. It didn’t have to be anything as big as a celebration.

Culture happened, more often, in the smaller moments of everyday life.

Maybe Sway could ask him what sort of nest he was meant to be building for Grace.

Their activities might not have left a hatchling in her belly, but he was already planning for the eventuality.

A female needed a nest to feel safe in order to safely lay her egg.

He barely knew anything about his culture, but he knew that.

“There you two are!”

They both turned as Vweet jogged towards them, smiling. “I’m glad I caught you.”

“Hey, Vweet,” Grace waved at him happily.

He inclined his head at her before looking at Sway and speaking, in Standard, “Do you mind if I take Grace? Veesway wants to speak with you alone first.”

Sway looked at her with a frown. Unwilling to be parted. Ever again, really, but especially right now. Though he’d had her in his arms all day – and night –it was still too soon. But she returned his look with a smile of her own.

“Go,” she encouraged, nudging his side. “Vweet and I will take a walk around.”

Sway still wasn’t convinced but Vweet chuckled, patting his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of your female. Like she were one of my own nestmates.”

Sway blinked, startled. He hadn’t expected such a declaration. “Why?”

“Hm?” Vweet cocked his head.

“Why would you treat her like family?” Sway pressed, his arm going around Grace’s waist, pulling her into his side as she giggled.