her defiance,
their female strong and proud. “Our breeder.” He smoothed her hair back and
kissed her forehead, claiming the exposed skin with his lips.
* * * * *
“I don’t know much about Balazoids ,” Mirian
confessed, plant life her specialty.
“That’s not a secret.” Xan carefully unwound the leather
strap from her wrists, his dark head bowed, his red-eyed gaze fixed on his
task.
She rolled her eyes. “But I do know breeders are passed from
male to male and sometimes shared with entire crews,” she probed, worrying over
Furu’s warning.
Xan froze, his grip on the leather tightening. “That won’t happen with you.”
It is true. Fear rushed over her in a cold wave.
“But—”
“You belong to Furu and me.” Xan tossed the strap against a
far rock, the leather smacking against the stone. “I won’t allow any other male
to touch you.” He curled his hands into fists, his biceps bulging, his face
hard. “I’d kill them first.”
“Oh.” Mirian blinked. He feels this way for me. Me. “And you’re taking me with you when you leave?” He won’t leave me behind. He
won’t forget about me.
He scowled down at her. “I told you we would. Turn over.” He
rolled her onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the rock.
He cupped her ass with his palms, and she stiffened. “Not
yet,” she squeaked. “I’m not ready yet.”
“I’m not fucking you,” he growled, squeezing her flesh. “I’m
exploring.”
“You’re exploring my ass.” She clung to the rock as he
peeled her clenched ass cheeks apart. “You should wait for Furu. He likes you
touching his ass.”
Xan didn’t reply, stroking along her spine, his caresses
soothing.
“He might love it,” Mirian babbled, slowly relaxing. “Furu
loves you as much as you love him.” She rested her chin on the stone, staring
into the forest. “Do you tell him you love him? Because he acted surprised when
I mentioned it. You should say the words more often, eliminate all of his
doubts.”
“I show him how I feel,” Xan grumbled, pressing into her
asshole with a fingertip. She squeezed, blocking his invasion. “Open.” He
slapped her ass, heat radiating from his palms. Shocked, she released and he
entered her, sliding his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.
“Xan,” she whimpered, the intrusion foreign and strange.
“I’ll never give you more than you can handle, Mirian.” He
pumped into her, reaching deeper and deeper. “You can take my fingers up your
ass.” She pressed her lips together, smothering her protests, determined to
please him.
So he won’t leave me. Xan added a finger, stretching
her, and Mirian turned her face away from him, hiding her grimace. “What
happened to your last breeder?” Did she refuse to have anal sex?
Xan paused. “Nothing. We didn’t have one.” He plunged his
fingers into her ass harder and harder, spreading the sensual burn. “Drecks
aren’t allowed breeders. The council doesn’t want us to pass our inferior genes
onto offspring.”
Those condescending bastards. Mirian glared at a
distant tree, outraged for her warrior lover. “No wonder you’re sensitive about
being a Dreck.”
“I’m not sensitive .” Xan rammed into her with more
force, pain searing through her. “I’m a warrior.”
She winced, his anger transferred to her body. “You’re not
waging war on my ass.”
“You’re too damn delicate,” he mumbled, slowing his advance
and retreat.
“I’m taking you, aren’t I?” Her body pulsed, the jagged
agony smoothing to an arousing burn.
“Yes.” Xan chuckled. “You’re doing well, female.” He brushed
her hair over her shoulder and pressed his lips against her skin, his mouth
firm and hot. Xan maintained his steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, and Mirian’s
tension eased, her ass channel loosening, accepting his stroking.
Water flowed over the rocks, the sound soothing. Xan’s musky
male scent curled around her, warmth rolling off his big body.
their female strong and proud. “Our breeder.” He smoothed her hair back and
kissed her forehead, claiming the exposed skin with his lips.
* * * * *
“I don’t know much about Balazoids ,” Mirian
confessed, plant life her specialty.
“That’s not a secret.” Xan carefully unwound the leather
strap from her wrists, his dark head bowed, his red-eyed gaze fixed on his
task.
She rolled her eyes. “But I do know breeders are passed from
male to male and sometimes shared with entire crews,” she probed, worrying over
Furu’s warning.
Xan froze, his grip on the leather tightening. “That won’t happen with you.”
It is true. Fear rushed over her in a cold wave.
“But—”
“You belong to Furu and me.” Xan tossed the strap against a
far rock, the leather smacking against the stone. “I won’t allow any other male
to touch you.” He curled his hands into fists, his biceps bulging, his face
hard. “I’d kill them first.”
“Oh.” Mirian blinked. He feels this way for me. Me. “And you’re taking me with you when you leave?” He won’t leave me behind. He
won’t forget about me.
He scowled down at her. “I told you we would. Turn over.” He
rolled her onto her stomach, her breasts pressed against the rock.
He cupped her ass with his palms, and she stiffened. “Not
yet,” she squeaked. “I’m not ready yet.”
“I’m not fucking you,” he growled, squeezing her flesh. “I’m
exploring.”
“You’re exploring my ass.” She clung to the rock as he
peeled her clenched ass cheeks apart. “You should wait for Furu. He likes you
touching his ass.”
Xan didn’t reply, stroking along her spine, his caresses
soothing.
“He might love it,” Mirian babbled, slowly relaxing. “Furu
loves you as much as you love him.” She rested her chin on the stone, staring
into the forest. “Do you tell him you love him? Because he acted surprised when
I mentioned it. You should say the words more often, eliminate all of his
doubts.”
“I show him how I feel,” Xan grumbled, pressing into her
asshole with a fingertip. She squeezed, blocking his invasion. “Open.” He
slapped her ass, heat radiating from his palms. Shocked, she released and he
entered her, sliding his finger into her ass up to his knuckle.
“Xan,” she whimpered, the intrusion foreign and strange.
“I’ll never give you more than you can handle, Mirian.” He
pumped into her, reaching deeper and deeper. “You can take my fingers up your
ass.” She pressed her lips together, smothering her protests, determined to
please him.
So he won’t leave me. Xan added a finger, stretching
her, and Mirian turned her face away from him, hiding her grimace. “What
happened to your last breeder?” Did she refuse to have anal sex?
Xan paused. “Nothing. We didn’t have one.” He plunged his
fingers into her ass harder and harder, spreading the sensual burn. “Drecks
aren’t allowed breeders. The council doesn’t want us to pass our inferior genes
onto offspring.”
Those condescending bastards. Mirian glared at a
distant tree, outraged for her warrior lover. “No wonder you’re sensitive about
being a Dreck.”
“I’m not sensitive .” Xan rammed into her with more
force, pain searing through her. “I’m a warrior.”
She winced, his anger transferred to her body. “You’re not
waging war on my ass.”
“You’re too damn delicate,” he mumbled, slowing his advance
and retreat.
“I’m taking you, aren’t I?” Her body pulsed, the jagged
agony smoothing to an arousing burn.
“Yes.” Xan chuckled. “You’re doing well, female.” He brushed
her hair over her shoulder and pressed his lips against her skin, his mouth
firm and hot. Xan maintained his steady rhythm, in, out, in, out, and Mirian’s
tension eased, her ass channel loosening, accepting his stroking.
Water flowed over the rocks, the sound soothing. Xan’s musky
male scent curled around her, warmth rolling off his big body.
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