Page 82 of Sway’s Peace (Delivery Service #2)

Grace

Grace’s throat burned. Her lips ached from being stretched. Her jaw throbbed from being forced apart so wide. She was dizzy from the lack of air, and her scalp hurt from the way Sway had held first her hair, then her head itself.

And she’d never been so needy or turned on in her life.

It only got worse, the fire burning hotter in her veins, when she looked up and saw Sway staring down at her with that dark, icy look in his eyes.

The one that was him with no filters, raw and uncovered completely.

The male that she imagined had once lived and thrived on the worst hole in the entire cosmos.

He tucked his cock back into his jumpsuit and sealed it back in place. Before she could do more than make a single sound of protest, he grabbed her off the chair and picked her straight up. He held her to his chest as he walked her across the bridge to the lift.

Grace let out a sound, quickly covering her face with her hands. She didn’t expect him to suddenly take her into the public halls. Not when she was so obviously a mess. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to see her and guess what he had just been doing to her.

But she didn’t protest. She didn’t tell him to stop. Her belly was fluttering, her pussy dripping. She was enjoying this. The way he just controlled and commanded her. How he just picked her up and moved her how he wanted, regardless of what she desired.

Sex ed had definitely been one of her mom’s lessons.

But those had been focused on what she, as a trophy wife – though her mother never used that term directly – was meant to do to keep her husband happy.

And, if she couldn’t, how to turn those needs of his to his mistress.

Because, in her parents’ life, a man having a mistress was just accepted.

But Sway was hers. He wanted to make her his mate, which meant he didn’t want anyone else.

And he didn’t ask her to do anything. He just took what he desired.

He wasn’t careless with her, but his demands were easy to fulfill because she wasn’t serving his pleasure, he was claiming it from her.

And leaving her a mess when he did so. One she had to hide as he carried her through the halls.

He brought her all the way down to his room.

Their room. They didn’t encounter anyone along the way either.

Or, if they did, the other person didn’t make a sound.

Grace kept concealing her clearly fucked face behind her hands and so didn’t see anything, even where they were going.

She only knew because she heard a door slide open, then slide shut again, and she was suddenly being dropped.

A short, reflexive cry rushed up her throat even as she was bouncing on the soft mattress. It turned into a delighted laugh as Sway grabbed her ankles and shoved them apart, forcing the skirt of her dress up to her waist.

Showing off the fact that she had gone to see him without any panties.

The look that crossed his face was harshly edged. Cutting in a way that made her lower belly clench with anticipation. If she didn’t know better, she’d assume he didn’t approve. But he only did that when she was driving him wild, pushing him beyond reason.

The darker her sweet farasie became, the closer to the edge she was pushing him.

And that’s exactly where she wanted him to be.

“Did you come to comfort me with this needy cunt?” He asked, quickly sliding his fingers up her slit, just barely teasing her as each one grazed her clit.

“Thought it might make things all better,” she giggled. As he watched, she reached between her legs and spread her lips, giving him an unobstructed view to the hole she could feel twitching, desperate to be fucked. “Did it?”

“Not at all,” he snarled, shoving her legs back, putting her knees around her ears, forcibly canting her hips up and giving himself full access to her. “Did you really plan to comfort me, or were you just a horny, needy little thing, desperate for me to fuck you?”

That voice. She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head. It was doing incredible things to her. That rich, deep, husky quality was back. It was like he was crooning to her, fucking her brain with his words.

And he was aware of what he was doing. There was a hint of a smirk on his face as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it up and over his head.

He was moving. Almost imperceptible. A very slow winding of his body.

It continued as he unsealed his jumpsuit pants, sliding them down and revealing the cock that had never retracted inside.

So, when it slapped down against her slit, the slow, gliding movement of his hips had it grinding against her.

Like he was dancing. Humming. Soft and smooth. His crest at full mast. The colorful spread of feathers an elegant, impressive crown upon his head. Matched by the spread of his tail feathers she could just barely see swaying behind him, moving opposite of his body.

No. He was dancing. When they told her that he would have a mating dance for her, she expected something grand and elaborate. She wasn’t sure how it would look, or even how he would move, but she thought it would be some bright display like a bird prancing around.

But no. It was much slower. Much more sensual.

Subtle, but powerful. The careful, slow, grinding twists of his body were more like a belly dancer, showing strength through each distinct and purposeful movement of every muscle.

The lay of his feathers across his skin didn’t disturb the lines of his muscles at all.

It only highlighted every subtle movement of his body.

Dancing just for her. A dance of power and sexuality as he slowly dragged his cock up and down her entrance.

As she watched, she shivered. She was entranced. Hypnotized by each long, exaggerated movement as he pushed her thighs open, spreading her for him. She didn’t move.

No. She couldn’t move. Something was building.

Something big and powerful, expanding in her chest as she watched him dance for her.

Her belly full of his seed, fed roughly from his cock.

Taken back to his room – a rough, vague idea of a nest, but it didn’t need to be fancy to count.

It just had to be a safe home for her to rest, filled with his scent.

And him there. Displaying his colors, dancing for her.

It was enough for his instincts to build the bond that she knew had already formed from her end.

The mating bond was such a strange, but powerful thing.

Beyond comprehension or description for those that never experienced it.

Ephemeral and untouchable, but unbreakable, undeniable.

“You are mine,” Sway declared, grasping his shaft and aiming. It wasn’t a question. It didn’t demand an answer, but she nodded, agreeing with the inevitable.

Just like his dance, his entrance was slow. Deliberate. It stole her breath, stopped her heart, as he pushed through. The angle of the ridges meant she was never given a break from them stretching her pussy as the pressure of his size invaded her body.

But more than that, beyond it, over top of it, winding through it, was the pressure in her chest expanding and taking over her entire body. A new connection. A new bond. It stole her breath as surely as the way he filled her. Owned her. Claimed her.

Bonded her.

He fucked her slowly. Continuing those deep, powerful, deliberate movements. He fell forward, holding himself off of her without a single hitch in his dance. The grinding of his hips came with a slight twist which, in turn, made that knob at the top of his cock swirl around her clit.

Her hands fisted the blanket as her mouth gaped open, the sounds of her pleasure trapped in her throat as it all overwhelmed her.

Sway lowered himself to whisper in her ear-

“Don’t you dare stifle your cries. You will sing for me.”

A choked whimper was all that could escape. This slowness, deliberate and strong, wasn’t the heated race towards the finish she was accustomed to feeling from him. And maybe that’s why it was so powerful, stealing even the breath in her lungs.

“That’s it,” he crooned, moving faster, but not changing the pressure at all. The grinding was everything to her, driving her closer and closer to the edge as his voice fucked her brain. “Sing for me. You who are my peace. You who are my grace. Sing for me. Let me hear your cries.”

The orgasm that broke over her was shocking in its strength, in its power.

That block in her throat that was suppressing her cries shattered as she screamed.

Her entire body locking up and spasming around him as he stilled, cock jerking within her as the clenching of her muscles brought about his release in turn.

A pinch. A tiny jolt of surprising pain. Quickly washed away by the waves of continuous pleasure as he kept up those grinding movements. Using his knob to circle her clit and extending the orgasm as each circle brought about a new, jolting wave.

All the while, she screamed and moaned and cried. Singing for him a harsh melody that had him groaning like it was the sweetest symphony.

“Yes,” he sang back to her in that deliciously rich voice of his. The one he only used for her. “Sing for me. Don’t stop. Let them all hear it. Let them all know that you are mine.”

His endless stimulation of her clit set off a second climax before she could even finish riding out the prolonged waves of the first. She cried, the sound almost pained, as she released the bed to grab his sides instead, her fingers grabbing at his feathers.

He hissed at the sudden pinch, but it made his hips jerk, finally disrupting that tortuous, endless pleasure of his knob against her clit. She could feel another rush of warmth deep inside. He really liked it when she hurt him just a little bit.

“No… more…” she pleaded, her eyes rolling back as she shook under him. She was dizzy, unable to catch her breath, and her poor clit was so sensitive after the back to back orgasms that even the twitching of his knob against it was too much.

Sway groaned, falling to his side. Wrapping his arms around her so that he pulled her with him and she ended up splayed across his chest, her leg thrown over his, his cock still buried inside her.

He grabbed a firm handful of her ass and squeezed, grinding her down. But his softening cock was starting to retreat back into his body, and the knob was the first thing to go. So, at least, she had a break from that.

But he was still moving within her, and it made her shiver as she pulled at the feathers on his chest this time. He groaned, another rush of warmth pulsing inside her. But lower now. As his cock retreated, he left a mess inside that she could feel trickling out and soaking his feathers.

“When can I breed you?” He asked, voice rough.

Grace let out a wild laugh that made her shake over him. She wasn’t ready for him to ask that – especially not so immediately and bluntly.

And sweetly. His icy cold tone was gone. He almost sounded like he was pouting. It was such a difference that it startled a laugh out of her. And her laughter made him chuckle in turn as he pressed a kiss to her head, his crest lowering back to a half up, resting position.

“Don’t you want to keep me to yourself for a while?” She asked, running her leg up his thigh.

He made a face.

“You don’t?”

“I do,” he admitted. “I want to do both. Can I do both?”

She laughed again, kissing his chest before resting her head down. “It would be a bit difficult. Younglings require a lot of attention, you know.”

He made a sound. “But if it was like you, it would be cute. And I want to breed you.”

She snickered. “That’s the bond.”

“I know that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I really want to,” he groaned, grinding up into her again, pushing down on her ass, making her groan. “Just once. Let me just breed you once. I want to see your little belly all round with my egg.”

Grace groaned, biting her lip. One of the biggest side effects – if it could be called that – of a mate bond was a breeding urge. It was practically a guarantee a couple would get it. Even if they didn’t actually want younglings, the kink would rear its head for them just as strong.

But even knowing that, it didn’t actually lessen the yearning to have him fill her, to know it wasn’t safe for him to do so, to know he was seeding her. Hearing him say it, hearing his voice lower as he continued to grind, made her satisfied desire start to burn again.

“Maybe just… one…” she panted, weak but needing it. Nothing would happen until she had her ovulation restored, so maybe if she just satisfied the kink…

She moaned as his cock began re-hardening inside her, and her hips began to move on their own.

Yeah. Maybe if she just satisfied the kink in fantasy, it would be enough…