Chapter 22

Rane

“Phew!” Rane slumped against the back of the self-driving hover they’d ordered to take them around the city. They flew much lower than the piloted ones and could only go certain places in a pre-programmed route so no one could steal the vehicles, but they were cheap and convenient and, most importantly, private.

“You did great,” Sandy praised, up on her knee beside him in the seat, stroking her finger along his ear. “You didn’t stutter or mess up at all.”

“Thanks,” he gave her a smile, putting an arm around her waist. “I was getting nervous there when we started talking about you, but I think I did alright.”

“You were wonderful.” She kissed his scalp.

He smiled, pulling against her so that she fell into his lap. “So, where are we going now?”

“Tattoo salon.” She turned so she could sit more comfortably across his thighs. “You ready?”

“Oh, yeah,” he grinned, all teeth, excited. “Are you?”

She laughed. “Of course. You’re going to look so good.”

Her smile was wide and bright, but it faded then. So suddenly, it surprised him.

“What is it?” He asked, cocking his head to look better into her eyes.

She quickly fixed a smile back in place, but it wasn’t quite as big. “I was talking to Drevor during your interview.”

“Oh, yeah? Where did he go anyway?”

“Your mother summoned him. But we were talking about how to get my full citizenship without needing the tribunal. One option was waiting a year so I could argue for an exception to the tribunal on the grounds that I’d already been living here, but that might be hard if I don’t have a job or live on my own, and it’s not really for those who come here as a mate.”

Rane frowned. “Yeah. It could be worth a try, but I don’t like the idea of giving my mother a year to plan some sort of counterattack.”

“Right. So, he asked me how I felt about getting pregnant.”

Rane stilled. An interesting combination of emotions rushed through him.

He definitely wanted to breed his female. And it wasn’t even a mating urge – that would only kick in after he had bitten and marked her. That was just the normal urge of a male wanting to fuck and claim his female until she was overflowing with him, and he’d left a permanent mark in her womb. He wanted that with a dark hunger.

But the idea also terrified him.

He was under adult guardianship, which meant that he couldn’t have any young. Well, he could sire them, of course. There was nothing stopping him, biologically. However, if he did have any young, his mother would be able to make a claim of guardianship.

Fathers had rights, sure, but mothers had more. So, whatever female he impregnated would normally be able to maintain custody rights on her own. However, the only female he would be impregnating was Sandy. A female who had no legal rights of adulthood. Their young, born a citizen of Levtiram, would need a legal guardian, and Elffa would be the only one available.

If that happened, he didn’t think he’d be able to ever see his own young. His mother had already forbidden his father from ever seeing him. If she had guardianship of his offspring, she’d be able to do the same thing and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

A cold chill went down his spine and he tightened his grip around Sandy. Shaking.

“No,” he said firmly, unable to look her in the eyes.

She hesitated, but her hand kept stroking gently down his tightly lowered crest to his neck. “Is this because you don’t want children?”

He couldn’t say anything. Because the answer was both yes and no. He would have adored them, and wanted dearly to father Sandy’s young, but he couldn’t. He would never get the chance, and he would never put Sandy through the pain of having her young ripped from her arms.

“Is it because of your mother?” She asked softly.

Rane winced. Because he couldn’t hide his fear of that woman. Of all the things she could take from him – and all the things he’d never even realized he had to fear before this moment.

“Rane, it’s okay.” The warmth of his mate’s lips were there on his head, kissing him gently. “You can say no if you don’t want it. It won’t happen until I restore my ovulation. We’re perfectly safe.”

He grunted but didn’t lift his head from her chest. Her warmth, her heartbeat, it was calming. He didn’t know how he’d ever lived without this before. But he knew he could never live without it again.

“Later,” he finally said. “If I ever get out of this… We can talk about it then.”

“Okay.” She was hugging him, stroking his head. “We can wait.”

He said nothing, but he was grateful. He still didn’t know if he would ever get out from his mother’s grip, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to father young until he was. He was relieved that Sandy agreed with him, but the fear kept him holding her there until the vehicle stopped in front of the salon that would be performing his next big appearance change.

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The tattoos were made of a special ink that showed up just as blue as his crest feathers. They swept along the sides of his head and back.

And he liked them.

He didn’t just like them because Sandy had looked so excited as they were being applied and couldn’t look away from him as they rode back to the manor. Though her obvious appreciation certainly didn’t hurt his own preferences.

But when he had stood from the chair to look in the mirror, his first and immediate and genuine reaction was that he thought it looked really good. It might not be considered fashionable, but he honestly didn’t care. He loved how it looked, the edge it brought to his appearance.

The moment they were back in their wing of the manor, Sandy threw herself at him.

Grunting in surprise, Rane caught her as she jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist, kissing him eagerly as she ran her fingers over the new tattoos. She had when they left if they needed special care or attention, but they had been healed within the salon. Which meant she was free to touch them – which she did eagerly.

He turned, putting her back against the wall so he could hike her legs up higher, allowing him to grind into the heat of her cunt.

“Room,” she panted into the kiss, hands running all over his body, wherever she could reach. Like she couldn’t keep her hands off him.

He loved that. His cock throbbed as precum created a wet spot at the front of his pants.

Pushing himself off the wall, he stumbled, bumping into things and nearly falling a couple times as he made his way through the manor. He grunted in pain; Sandy giggled without breaking the kiss. She didn’t even try to get down. She trusted him to carry her.

That just made the moment he finally succeeded in getting into their room that much better.

He tripped there, however, falling to his knees. Sandy giggled again, her legs finally unlocking. Only so that she could put her feet on the ground and push him. He fell back, chuckling into their kiss as his back hit the door.

She remained on his lap, blindly yanking at her clothes. He helped her where he could, only breaking their lips apart long enough to let her toss something away. Her shorts, however, were victims to the claw he quickly broke free from its cap.

The moment it was gone, however, she was bearing down, grinding her juicy, dripping little cunt along his abs. Getting her pleasure from the ridges of his muscles as he watched, his neglected cock throbbing in protest even as he marveled at the sight of her using him.

Lifting her with one hand, he gave her a better angle to ride his abs as he used the other to undo his pants and free his member. He stroked it desperately as he watched her soak his abdomen, panting and moaning, breasts bouncing, staring at him. Never looking away.

“Come on me,” he ordered, voice strained as his balls ached. She was dripping all the way down his abs to the base of his shaft, which he used as lube to slick himself. “I want you to come screaming my name. And then stick your ass right on my cock when you do so I go deep as you’re squeezing, enjoying that pleasure.”

“Rane,” she panted, her hips jerking erratically, pressing harder against him.

“You’re so pretty,” he admired. “So desperate and hungry for me. Do you like my body that much? Do you need me that badly? Then come on me. Drench me in your wetness. Let me feel it.”

The hand holding her against his chest moved, fingers slipping into the crack of her ass. She gasped, eyes widening, but she didn’t attempt to stop him as he put his longest finger against her tight little pucker.

Even as he pressed against it, making her gasp, he knew he’d never be able to fuck it. Her cunt was already too small to take him. There’s no way her ass, which wasn’t even designed for that, would be able to handle his size.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease and finger the sensitive entrance, making her movements stutter as she thrashed against him.

Still, she didn’t try to stop him. Her movements just redoubled, pressing hard against his abdomen, as he added some pressure. Pushing against the tight ring until he felt it give way. His fingertip popped in to the first knuckle. Barely stretching her.

She cried out, her entire body going taut, her head falling back, as more heated wetness spread along his abdomen. He continued to tease her ass while she rode her orgasm to its finish. He should punish her for looking away from him.

However, he couldn’t tear his own eyes away from the column of her neck. So long and elegant. So free and clear. Not even a thin layer of feathers there. It would be too easy for his teeth to cut through that fragile skin. To taste her. To find out if it was true that humans had aphrodisiac blood as the bond between them locked in place.

Sandy collapsed forward, head on his shoulder.

Her neck, right there.

He couldn’t resist. He opened his mouth and pressed his teeth against the bounding pulse he felt right under his tongue.

But he didn’t bite down.

He just held her. Tempted, so tempted, by the prospect. To claim his female as she was sinking down onto his cock, his finger still in her ass, her panting whimpers in his ear. Too sensitive to bear it as he lowered her, forcing her to spread for his cock.

It was easier now than it had been before. She was stretching for him so nicely. The rippling of her muscles almost seemed to be welcoming. Urging him to go deeper as she shivered, her nails digging into his chest, as he used her own body weight to pierce deep.

All the while, his finger continued fucking her ass, getting deeper as that little hole gradually stretched for him too. Through the thin layer of skin, he could feel himself entering her. Feel the stretch of her body around him.

It made him press deeper, in both holes, as she squirmed and whimpered atop him.

The way she grabbed his shoulders was the only warning he got before she lifted herself up.

Then slammed right back down. Getting so deep he once again felt the head of his cock hitting the back of her channel. He grunted, squeezing her ass so his hand wasn’t upset as she began bouncing up and down. Riding him with a desperate fervor as he kept his finger moving, using her own tempo to finger her dark hole.

All the while, his teeth didn’t leave her neck.

He wanted to bite.

By all things good and sacred and pure, he wanted nothing more than to bite down and leave his mark on her skin. A scar that would show forever more since she wouldn’t grow feathers that would conceal it soon after.

Everyone would know she was his. Everyone would know he had claimed her.

He grabbed her ass with both hands, helping to work her up and down. Fucking her on his cock like her cunt was a toy made for his pleasure. She screamed-

-and bit his neck.

Rane roared, slamming her down as hard as he could as his seed boiled up through his shaft, filling her. The slight pain of her teeth in his neck, the way her muscles clenched and strangled his cock as she crashed over her own peak, drove him out of his mind. He kept pushing down. Squeezing her. Almost like he was trying to consume her so that this pleasure would never end.

She released her bite to whimper, kissing and licking gently at the mark she’d made. A silent plea for him to ease up on his grip.

He released her ass, pulling his finger free, and held her instead. Holding her tight so that she had nowhere to go. She could only sit there, taking all of him, as he filled her.

“Rane…” She panted.

His arms tightened.

“Rane… you’re crushing…”

He snarled through clenched teeth, but he relaxed his grip. He wanted to hold her tight, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Crushing…” she repeated.

He frowned, looking down at her. He had let go. His grip was very soft now.

Sandy’s head tilted back. Her eyes were watering, but she was smiling. “You’re crushing… my cervix,” she panted.

“Huh…?”

It took his pleasure drunk brain a moment to realize what she was saying. But then he understood all at once and his heart skipped a beat as his balls clenched, pumping another rope of seed into her.

Directly into her. Because he was fully inside now. Completely buried, balls deep, into his small little human female.

“That’s…” He chuckled and she groaned.

“Don’t move,” she protested, nails digging into his chest. “Fuck, I’m so full. Feel like I’m going to explode.”

He ran his fingers down her back but didn’t try to lift her up. Nor did she try to stand. He sat there, luxuriating in her warmth. The pressure of her cunt. The way she trembled from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Rane,” she whispered a while later, after her breathing had calmed.

“Yes?” he hummed, so unspeakably content as he ran his fingers up and down her spine. He couldn’t think of a single reason he’d need to move ever again. In fact, he wanted to fall asleep with his cock warm inside her and not move again until morning. Would she be too sore for that? Maybe he could make a special harness to keep her strapped to his chest, so he could be inside her all day as he walked about.

It was unrealistic, of course, but the idea was oh so tempting.

“Rane,” she repeated again, struggling to sit up. “Please… my thighs… I’m so sore…”

He blinked, focusing back in on reality. On the fact that she had never taken him this deep before and her legs were spread wide to straddle his lap.

He chuckled, putting an arm around her. He pulled her up. Gently disengaging her from his cock, even as her little cunt tried to hold onto it. She popped free with a whimper, shaking again, as his cum seeped out of her.

But she let out a sigh of relief when he pulled her leg over, allowing her to close them, before sitting her back on his lap.

“You know what’s next?” He asked, resting his head on hers.

“Hopefully some kind of cream to ease the pain,” she chuckled.

He kissed her forehead. “Maybe. But I mean after that. Now that I can get all the way inside you, it’s time to train your body to take me multiple times over.”

She shivered, and he embraced her. Keeping her close as they recovered. And the only thing he regretted was not biting her when he had the chance.

Even as he knew it would be a terrible idea.