Epilogue

ALEX

T he dappled light casts dancing shadows over my bare legs as the dark plum leaves of the trees sway in the light, warm breeze. It carries the scent of the forest, hazy, woody, earthy, despite this planet not being Earth.

In the distance, water roars through the falls, but the tranquil pool in front of me, the one I'm dipping my toes in, is fed by a delightful drop of rocks through which the water practically tinkles. Everywhere there are bright flashes of color, the neon blues of tiny bird-like creatures, reds and yellows of various flowers.

And nothing dangerous in sight.

The surface boils and bubbles as a predator emerges, water spraying from his huge wings as he beats them hard.

"Hey!" I brush the drops which have hit me from my skin.

Sylas has a smile as wide as one of Trefa's moons. His feathers rouse, and he shakes them thoroughly as he wades out of the deeper pool and into the shallows, holding the huge appendages wide to catch the sun and dry himself off.

He is naked, of course. My mouth waters as liquid runs in rivulets over his defined muscles, down to the "v" at his waist and onwards.

Sylas is edible. Part of me still can't believe he is mine.

He flings himself down onto the soft moss at the side of the pool next to me with a satisfied sigh.

"Been chasing kaifish again?" I ask.

He makes a satisfied humming sound. Chasing kaifish is one of his favorite pastimes in the pool we discovered a few nova-weeks after we returned to Chohan. With no Zavaro to worry about, Sylas was far more willing to explore outside the confines of our home, and both he and I are very pleased he did.

This pool is more than anything he could have ever wanted, given he's never been hugely keen on the shower. Plus, with it full of fish, it satisfies his desire to hunt in a way I prefer. I never did get used to him bringing home carcasses.

"Did I get you wet?" he asks, eyes glittering wickedly.

"You know you did."

"Perhaps you should get out of your wet clothing?" He plucks at the short dress I'm wearing, made all the shorter since I started showing.

"Is that an order, commander?" I sass him.

A growl ripples his lips, and my dress is gone, literally gone, leaving me exposed to him, save for my knickers.

Which I already know will pose no obstacle.

I run my hand over my rounded stomach, and Sylas huffs out a breath, his eyes feral.

"Soon I won't be able to run anymore," I whisper. "Soon I'm going to be far, far too pregnant."

His cocks are ramrod straight, dripping with pre-cum as his breath comes in short, fast pants. His pupils are visible, given how wide they are in his dark eyes.

I go to scramble to my feet, but I'm caged by a huge, aroused gladiator whose intentions are very clear.

"You don't need to run, little prey," he rasps. "I have already caught you."

He runs his hand over my breast and down to my stomach where he growls as he spans my growing pregnancy.

"Full already?"

"Full of our youngling," I murmur, and if I thought he looked feral before, I was wrong.

This huge beast is going to do with me as he sees fit, and I am completely ready for him.

His hand drops lower until he encounters my knickers. With a sour expression, there is a ripping sound and I feel the breeze on my soaking pussy.

"I am going to eat you, little prey, eat you up." Sylas drops his head, pushing my knees up and my thighs apart so he can stare down at me. "Such a pretty little cunt. So wet, so tasty. Is it all for me?"

He runs a finger through my folds, and I see the heavens above us, my back arching at his touch.

"Yes, Sylas, all for you," I say, voice hoarse.

Swift and supple, his head is between my legs, his lips on my clit, licking and sucking the pearl of nerves, and I lose the ability to speak, my hands grabbing at anything and getting hold of his soaking wings.

Sylas groans, the vibrations hitting all the right places as he laps everywhere, a thick digit sliding inside me.

I can't hold back, I can never hold back when he has me, and my climax wracks my body, forcing my hips into his mouth and my fingers farther into his wings.

Without ceremony, I'm flipped over, propped on my hands and knees as Sylas rises behind me, one hand rubbing at my bump and the other on my hip.

"Let me fill you to the brim again, little feather, and I promise I will always put a youngling in your belly, whenever you want me too."

I pulse at nothing, whining a needy whine.

"You promise to keep me pregnant."

"I love you filled with our young, such a delicious sight," he croons. "I can't wait until you are even bigger and I can sit you on my cocks."

He notches his cocks at my entrance, then in a slow, easy flick of his hips, he drives himself inside me. I arch my back as he hums with pleasure.

"Wet and perfect," Sylas says, as he toys with my little pucker. We've already determined I can't take his main cock yet, but maybe one day.

He slips in his thumb, and I am sent spiraling, filled in both holes by him, plundered by him, desired by him. Sylas grips my sides as he withdraws and thrusts back, setting up a demanding, easy rhythm which I cannot resist. My new orgasm crashes around me like water from the falls, gripping him tight and causing him to roar out my name.

And with each further irregular thrust, he chants it, until with a deep, satisfied growl, my Sylas empties his hot cum inside me, his second cock swelling to give me complete satisfaction. I'm pulled back against him as his chest heaves and our breathing goes from fast to slow.

"What will you do now you've conquered your gladiator?" he murmurs in my ear.

"I will make sure he never has to fight another day in his entire life." I take his hand and place it over my abdomen. "Because he doesn't have to. All he needs is right here."

Book 2: Baited: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance is Blayn and Izzy's story.