Chapter 16

KAMEER

I hadn’t planned to tell Mandy about Xersonna so soon, but when she’d inquired about my living family members, of which there are none, I couldn’t in good conscience omit a mention of my late mate. We’d shared a heartbond, and though our mating union was short-lived, I had cared for the female. I had grieved her death.

As I finish undressing Mandy, I turn her in my arms and immediately become lost in her dark brown eyes. There’s an intimacy between us that I haven’t detected before, a mutual understanding. I believe our talk over dinner, when we spoke of departed family members, served to bring us closer.

We both know loss. We both know pain.

My gaze rakes over her petite but curvy form, and another growl leaves me when her nipples harden as she shifts in place and presses her thighs together. The scent of her arousal hovers thick in the air, and my mouth waters as I consider having a taste. But my dual shafts are also aching, and I’m eager to be buried deep in her tight little pussy, eager to pound her until I spurt my seed in her depths.

Not only is the heartbond more likely to form if I rut her frequently, but she’s also more likely to get with child. I run my hands down her stomach as I imagine this part of her growing to accommodate a baby. Our baby .

How many offspring will she manage to birth? Fluxx , I can’t help but wonder, and I find myself looking forward to becoming a father, far more than I had with Xersonna, though I experience a stab of guilt for this particular thought. Perhaps now that I’m older and have a better grasp on life and understand the pain of loss, starting a family holds more meaning for me than it did in my youth.

“You are beautiful, Mandy.” I’ve complimented her loveliness numerous times, and she usually doesn’t respond or react in any way, but she surprises me now with a tiny smile.

“Thank you, Kameer.” Her breath catches as she peers up at me, her face flushing anew. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her breaths increase, and I cast an appreciative glance at her peaked nipples.

My scrotum commences a steady vibration and my cocks pulse harder. I step back and remove my clothing while she watches, and I take special delight in the panic that flickers in her gaze when my erect shafts spring free of my pants.

Though she’s successfully taken both my appendages, I’m aware that my size still intimidates her. She often becomes nervous just before I thrust into her, but she gradually calms once I’m situated inside, plunging in and out as my vibrating balls smack her clit.

After I’m fully naked, I step close and cup her face, allowing my thumbs to trail over her cheeks. As my cocks press into her stomach, she emits a little gasp. I lean down to kiss her, capturing her lips in mine. When I delve my tongue in her mouth to tangle with hers, I savor the vibrations of her moans and whimpers.

Her responsiveness never fails to incite my desires. I’m so fluxxing hard that a moment of dizziness grips me, but I somehow manage to remain upright as I deepen the kiss.

When I finally pull away, we’re both gasping for breath, and my blood heats further as the aroma of her increasing excitement fills my nostrils. I meet her eyes before turning her to face the bed. With minimal encouragement, she bends over and assumes the proper position for a long, hard mating session, keeping her thighs spread wide and her bottom lifted high.

I step back and admire the sight of her slick, swollen pussy, her tight orifice that’s begging to be savaged. I stroke my lower appendage and push it to her center. With my free hand, I press the controls to raise the bed. She tenses and glances over her shoulder, her wide eyes betraying her nervousness. So sweet. So innocent.

“Just like all the other times before, I promise it will fit. Now be good and take it.” I resituate my lower cock at her center, grasp her hips, and thrust inside.

She cries out and tears at the covers.

I remain buried in her depths for a while, keeping my vibrating scrotum pressed firmly to her clit. She moans and slowly begins to undulate against me, her knuckles turning white as she tightens her grip on the covers.

“Climax for me, pretty human.” I smack her thigh. “I want to feel your insides clamping down on my cock before I start pounding you.”

It doesn’t take her long. She gives an urgent whimper and gasps as her pussy contracts around my submerged length. I watch as she writhes beneath me, lost in the throes of a climax. Her first, but not her last, of the evening.

“Good little female.” I briefly caress a hand down her back, then I hasten the rhythm of plunges. My own release seizes me, and growls emanate from my chest as my scrotum vibrates faster and I erupt in her snug channel. Fluxx . She feels so good around my lower appendage. Not for the first time, I muse that I cannot get enough of her.

After the final gush of my seed fills her, I withdraw my spent member only to immediately shove inside her with my hard upper shaft. Her sudden whimpering cry echoes in the room, and I tighten my hold on her hips and commence a rapid pace of claiming.

“ Fluxx , I can’t wait to feel you coming again, pretty human.” Once more, I keep my shaft buried in her pussy with my balls pressed directly to her pulsating clit.

She rewards me with a keening cry. A shiver rushes through her body, and moments later, her inner walls contract around my upper shaft.

Fluxx yes.

I dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place as she shatters. She tries to gyrate her bottom back against me, but she cannot easily move when the bed is raised so high that her feet can’t touch the floor.

I like having her in this position, bent over and spread wide.

At my complete mercy.

Once she ceases trying to move and her grip on the covers loosens, I withdraw from her center and plunge straight back inside. Pleasure flows through me in heated waves and my vision goes momentarily blurry.

My ancestral markings won’t stop tingling, and I cast a hopeful glance at her upper arms, only to find her flesh remains unblemished. Surely the bond will start forming soon. Surely, I’ll be struck with the mating fever in a matter of days if not hours.

Mine. My female. My mate.

I delve a hand in her hair and give a harsh tug, forcing her back to arch further, allowing me to thrust deeper in her core. Another orgasm thunders through her, and I revel in the sensation of her insides gripping my upper shaft as I continue the rapid thrusts.

“Please,” she whimpers with a brief glance over her shoulder. “I-I’m getting sore.”

I meet her eyes. “Are you now?” I proceed to fuck her faster. Harder. “Beg me for mercy, pretty human. Beg me to stop.”

A cry catches in her throat, and she claws at the covers as though trying to pull herself away from me. Poor little female. If she wants me to stop, she’ll have to beg prettily enough to inspire my leniency.

“Please, Kameer.” She whimpers even as her moisture coats my cock with each fast drive. She’s soaking wet for me. “Please stop. I’m getting sore and… please, I’m begging you to stop.”

I thrill at her words, and her sweet, pitiful pleas finally do me in. A pulsating climax descends, and I erupt with a savage roar, sending torrents of my seed into her tight depths. I hold her in place until the final spurt leaves my plunging shaft.

As reason returns in fragments, I become aware of her breathlessness and occasional moans and whimpers. Mindful of her soreness, I withdraw from her well-used pussy with great care.

Then I grasp a cheek in each hand and spread her center wide, revealing her swollen, semen-drenched nether folds. With an appreciative growl, I watch as my seed leaks from her pink core and runs down her inner thighs.

My dual shafts harden anew, though I won’t claim her again tonight. The need to tend to her prevails, the need to offer her comfort in the aftermath of our rough mating session.

I release her bottom and help her stand. Turning her in my arms, I peer down at her as my chest tightens with… tenderness. It’s a soft but powerful emotion to which I’m unaccustomed.

Why do I feel so protective of a female with whom I don’t yet share a heartbond? Though I know I shouldn’t compare Mandy to Xersonna, I cannot help but wonder how and why my possessiveness for Mandy runs so very deep. Deeper than anything I once felt for Xersonna.

Mandy is human. Until recently, my people didn’t believe it was possible for Darrvasons and humans to share heartbonds. But not long after the first wave of human females were claimed as mates, the first group of thirty that were handed over after the Darrvason-human alliance was forged, heartbonds began forming between the newly mated pairs. In fact, Admiral Tornn and his mate, Ellie, were the first mating pair to develop a heartbond. I’d been filled with hope when I first heard rumors that the admiral was experiencing the mating fever that usually precedes a traditional Darrvason heartbond.

I lean down to press a kiss to Mandy’s forehead, praying the bond forms between us soon. The threat against my life is a dark specter hovering in the background, and there are times I feel guilty for claiming a female before the issue could be resolved.

A growl builds in my throat. If my impatience to possess her causes any harm to visit her, I will never forgive myself.

I resolve that I must keep her well-protected, and I make a note to verify the locking mechanism I installed on the door is secure. I don’t want anyone getting in, just as I don’t want anyone getting out.

“Come, pretty human. I will help you shower.” I reach between her thighs and stroke her lightly, and she clutches my arms and gasps, suddenly unsteady on her feet. I hold her gaze as I drag a finger over her distended clit. “After the shower, I will apply a soothing salve to your sore, aching parts.”