Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Drohako and I have gotten into something close to a routine over the past few weeks.

When I wake, he stuffs me full of weird alien food. There must not be a polite way to decline a meal for the Volkroth because anytime I've wrinkled my nose or pushed a bite away, he refuses to accept no for an answer.

He wants me stuffed in more ways than one.

Once I finish eating, Drohako fucks and uses me for hours. I can't even keep track of how many times I've had to use my safe word for overstimulation alone.

The big purple alien barbarian, to his credit, listens even though he makes a sour face at my refusals.

Then, once I'm spent and slick with seed, he carries me into the healing spring, the planet's blood, as he calls it, and rubs the thick water over the bruised and raw parts of me.

There's this dichotomy inside of Drohako. The brute who wants nothing more than to rut me raw, and the mate who needs to make sure I'm alright.

It makes each side of our encounters all that more intense, to know that he's capable of both .

I chew the rough textured meat, turning my head only to catch him staring at me.

"Do I have something on my face?" I joke, wanting to break the tension.

"No," he mumbles.

There's a few tense moments where his eyes stay locked on me, something I can't read behind his eyes.

It's cut short when Grasyi whines at the cave's entrance, wanting to be let back in from his daily hunt.

Despite its terrifying appearance, the big yellow cat has grown on me. I often wake up to him dropping some giant half-dead bird at my feet. The act isn't one I particularly enjoy, but I understand the sentiment.

"Good boy." I wince as I kick the headless turkey-sized thing off my feet.

He sits back on its muscular haunches, and pants. The feline face contorts to something almost like a smile. If a smile could be so... toothy.

"A small one today, eh?" Drohako eyes the carcass that is anything but small to me.

Drohako loves the beast for as much as he complains about him. I witnessed some of his deep and guarded gentleness when I watched him tend to the creature's injured paw. With careful extraction, he removed the large thorn that caused him to limp, with little reaction.

When the creature nuzzled Drohako's face, I was in damn near shock to see him smile.

It's not a smirk or a cunning smile, but a smile filled with warmth. A smile of affection.

He walks over to the creature with a sigh and holds the flap to the homecave open. With one firm slap of his muscular rump, he sends him off into the brutal red world that is this planet .

I take another bite of whatever kill that the cat brought back last night.

"He cares for you, you know," he says before sitting next to me.

"I suppose." I'm preoccupied with chewing through the gristly meat. While I have no complaints about the alien dick here, the food leaves much to be desired.

"Think he'd ever let me ride him?" I ask, mouth full, recalling the few times I've seen Drohako ride him to fetch water or supplies.

"The bond between a mount and rider is a spiritual one. I don't think it's possible." He frowns at my request.

"Even though I'm your mate?" I wiggle my fingers in the air as if the word "mate" is magic.

The corner of his mouth ticks up in amusement.

"That, I'm unsure of. The last Volkroth mated pair was long before I was even born," he says, a bit more wistfully than I expect.

"What? What do you mean?" I'm a bit taken aback. I knew this must not happen for everyone in the breeding pits, but not since before Drohako was born?

"I mean, that this," he wags a finger between us, "hasn't happened in a long time. I've never heard of a Volkroth mating a species other than our own."

"Wait, there are female Volkorth? Where are they?" Surely, they aren't cool with the whole paid spawning season.

"The female Volkroth?" he muses. "They died out, we adapted. We're lucky our young gestate outside a womb, otherwise my species would be doomed."

"So you're telling me that every Volkroth female just…died?" I'm so confused about how that would even be possible.

"Yes, fewer and fewer females were born until there were none left. Then the males whose seed refused to take in other species' lines died too," he says quietly, trying to look unaffected. "The spawning pits are a necessity, to breed females and introduce genetic diversity. It's the only way we could continue the Volkroth way of life."

"And you mated me, some human from a space station that's a glorified hunk of space junk?"

I'm flabbergasted. What would make me so special?

"You're the first human I've ever seen in the pits." His voice deepens as he puts his huge square hand on my thigh. My muscles instantly stiffen, the anticipation of what's coming quickly heating my core to liquid magma.

"I think I knew what you were when I saw you in the dirt, eyes wide and wet," he whispers, leaning closer.

"Knew what?" I ask, almost salivating with anticipation. He has my body trained to crave his touch.

"That you were different, you were a worthy opponent...you were mine," he growls, clasping the column of my throat.

My eyes roll back as he squeezes the sides of my neck. He pulls me forward against the fur hides I sit on. His body swivels over mine and suddenly I'm face down. His thick limbs are caging me in.

There's a flame-lit shadow spreading out on the floor in front of us. Drohako's silhouette is one of pure power. It gives the illusion of some ripped shadow demon dancing with the crackling fire.

"Mine to do with as I please, to fill every hole as I wish. "

I hear a squelching noise as he speaks, then something slick and warm being slathered in the cleft of my ass.

"Drohako," I warn, "I've never put something there before, let alone something as big as you." I'm nervous at the thought of him fucking my ass with his monster cocks.

"You have your safe word," he mutters as he works the tip of his finger past my tight ring.

"Oh, okay," I breathe, adjusting to the new nerve sensations that he's found.

"I don't want to put both my cocks inside your tight hole," he growls, "just one, so I save the other for your sweet cunt."

He acts like it's no big deal. But just one of his cocks is still the most massive thing I've ever had inside of me.

"Fuck, Drohako." I press my hips back, and he slides further inside, the muscles of my ass resisting as he breeches it deeper.

"I want to stuff you full."

He adds a second finger slowly inside my back door. His other hand finds my clit, stroking it with long, firm strokes. The pleasure he creates at the apex of my legs has things feeling more relaxed around back. I breathe deep, willing my body to accept the fingers he's feeding into me.

It feels... better than I thought it would . It's an entirely unfamiliar sensation than when he fucks my pussy, but not a bad one. The sensations grow more pleasurable with each passing second.

"I'll stretch this taut bud until it's good and ready for my cock. It'll fit," he says confidently. "You're made for me, you're my mate."

He pumps his hand more roughly. Spreading his fingers wide, he stretches me further before a third finger works past my subconscious resistance.

There's a burn, but I like it .

Drohako raises my ass up and notches one of his shafts at my pussy's entrance.

He is not gentle with this familiar hole, and I don't want him to be. He slams deep, grunting with the effort it takes to keep his other cock from entering the promised land as well.

I claw at the dirt. The combination of his fingers on my clit and inside my ass and his thick manhood buried deep in my pussy is fucking decadent.

He throbs inside me and my channel clenches.

"I will not go slowly. I need to fill you completely," he groans, about as much warning as I'm liable to get from him.

I am unprepared for the feeling of him stuffing my ass. He has me arching my back like a cat at the burning stretch of his cock. A reflexive hiss leaves my lips.

Drohako, savoring the tightness of me around him, stills his hips as he rakes his hands down the skin of my back.

"Made for me," he growls as he withdraws both cocks nearly completely before slamming himself home again, all while furiously working my clit.

As he fills me, the air leaves my chest in one big hiss.

"Drohako," I sob, unable to parse the current of sensation running through me.

Deeply, he dives back in. I can feel the dual friction of both sides of the thin strip of flesh that separates my channels. Having his cock pounding into my ass makes the shaft in my pussy grind against my G-spot. The impact has me curling my toes.

"So tight, so perfect. Choke my cocks," his voice huffs ruthlessly.

I'm being fucked into a gasping silence as my face is pushed against the ground. My nerves fire at all once, the intensity almost too much.

I'm clenching my ass tightly as the thrum of oblivion approaches. His heavy balls slap against my cheeks as he picks up his pace.

I draw up tightly, and with a final flick of my clit, I come apart into a seizing storm of pleasure.

"Fuck!" Drohako growls, releasing my clit only to grab me by the hips. He lifts me off the ground as he bounces me on his cocks, one hand pressing hard on the small of my belly while he uses the other to grab me by the throat.

"Do it," I choke out, "empty yourself into me."

I sob, his pounding pushing my orgasm further. The edges of my senses fuzz and blur.

The cock in my ass fires first, pumping thick loads into the uncharted territory. The throbbing shaft in my pussy is quick to follow, and the staggered sensation of both dicks exploding inside me is enough to push me over the edge again.

I shake as he places me face down on the ground again. His cocks futilely search for each other. They seek to knot like they do in my pussy, but their division just lets them probe deeper, leaving me a mewling, overstimulated mess.

There's a pop from the suction as his shafts leave me. My ass gapes, and I can feel the slide of of his seed from both of my holes.

"Good girl." He stuffs a thick knuckle at the entrance of my pussy.

I'm a panting mess. Words lost to some snapping pleasure.

"So good for me, so tight and greedy for my cocks," he coos, laying it on thicker than normal.

He's softer when he needs to be. Gentle, even, for a barbarian .

I don ' t hate it.

He gathers me up, slipping both our bodies into the warm planet's blood. I'm not even sure I need it, despite the new experience today.

Drohako made sure my ass could take him. He took his time. But as the warm waters wash over, I don't mind the comfort they provide.

He cradles my body as I let my eyes close, trying to ride the wave of endorphins as long as possible.

BEEP.

I snap my eyes open. The digital noise is distinctly out of place in this primitive setting.

"What was that?" I ask my mate in a haze.

Drohako's lip twitches, almost as confused as I am, until some sick realization crosses his face. Slamming his fist into the water, he sends thick droplets of the planet's blood spraying in every direction.

"No, it is too soon." His chest heaves with his quick breaths, the purple of his cheeks intensifies as panic about something washes over him.

"I knew this would come, but I thought I'd have more time, time to figure out a plan. I've been too drunk off the bond, I've failed us." He's angry, and I still have no idea what the fuck is going on.

"What is going on?" I say as calmly as I can muster.

He goes still, unable to say anything. I step toward him, putting a hand on his chest, and look up at Drohako's forlorn face. His hand cups my cheek, a finger straying to trace my ear.

"You're pregnant. You'll be retrieved to go to the nesting grounds soon." His eyes shimmer with some unspoken pain.

I raise my hand up, feeling the metal ear cuff lodged in the cartilage of my ear. A safety measure, they said .

I forgot about the tracking device.

BEEP .

It sounds again, shrill and sharp. An orange light flashes from it, casting a sickly glow on the purple face above me. This thing linked to my vitals knows I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

The thought hits me harder than you would think. Why is it shocking that I signed up for a breeding program, fucked an alien for weeks, and got knocked up? My hand drifts to my stomach. An idea is so much less scary than what's actually happening. Something lives inside me now, a part of Drohako.

"Do we go now?" I ask, still dazed.

"They will come for you," he says, his voice cracking.

"I...we knew this time would come," I say, trying to convince myself that this is fine, part of the plan.

But fuck, this plan went out the window the second I became his mate, didn't it?

"They will not take you from me," he growls, gripping me even tighter.

"Drohako." I pry at his hand as his nails bite into my skin. "Calm down. I'll be back." I cup a hand to his cheek.

"You will not. They will ship you to a different spawning pit in the name of genetic diversity." The barbarian's breathing is becoming frantic. "I will kill anyone who dares to take you from me." He drags us from the pool quickly, grabbing one of the many blades stashed through the cave.

"Drohako, it's okay, we'll talk to them." I rush out as he drags me through the cave, collecting as many weapons as he can strap to his body. "We'll just tell them that we're mates, they' ll understand."

Finally, once he's covered head to toe with daggers and swords, he sets me down behind him and sits directly in front of me, blocking my view of the entrance.

"Drohako?" My voice is soft and scared.

"They will not take you from me," he says, holding a blade at the ready, concentration fixed on the cave's opening.