30. Chapter 30

Taking Gwyn and the other gallies to Farruk had gone as well as I would have expected. Contrary to my fellow khadahrs, my people had embraced the possibility of gallies openly, no matter their ancestry. They were hungry for companionship, children, and all the comforts of a normal life.

The twenty gallies I had initially sought to bring had shrunk down to fourteen. This was not what I had in mind when I set out on this expedition, but it would do. A year's time would tell us if this would work or not. I intended on fully enjoying this year of mated bliss and sharing it with fourteen lucky males. After that, we would know whether we stood at war with the rest of the Vandruk people or set a prime example for them.

After introducing Gwyn to the head palace servants, I took her up to the chambers we would now share, yearning to make love to her in a real bed, unencumbered by the smallness of a tent and the nearness of others. Not that we had held back in that regard. I smiled at the memory of the many times I had roared her name or she had cried mine.

We entered the large living quarters, and I tried to see them through her eyes. I hadn't realized how dark they were until now. They definitely needed a gallis's touch to bring in some colors.

I envisioned coming home after a long day of training or hunting and finding her here, sitting by the fireplace that was triple her size, bent over a garment she was sewing, preferably swaddling clothes for our first young.

Sa, I enjoyed that prospect very much.

Next, I took her into the adjoining bedroom, which also offered a large fireplace. A sturdy bed made from dried narran trees stood against one wall, easily accessible from both sides, filled with furs to keep us warm when winter arrived.

Trunks stood against other walls, a few holding my clothes, the others empty, waiting for Gwyn to fill them. I would take her to the fabric store in town tomorrow so she could begin filling them.

Through a door in the wall to the right, I led Gwyn into the bathroom. A toilet stood in one corner, the waste going straight out through a pipe where it was collected to later be used as fertilizer mixed with animal refuse for our fields.

Gwyn squeaked at the sight of the bathtub taking over the left wall. I imagined, after the long trip, she would enjoy a warm bath to soothe her sore muscles. The thought of her and me sharing it hardened my cock .

So far, Gwyn had shown herself to be open and receptive to any of my advances. Not once had she rebuked me or refused her body. Neither had she used herself as a bargaining tool to earn any kind of favors, and I was liking my new mate more with every day that passed. She was strong and independent. She didn't cling to me or seek my company all hours of the day, but when we were together, the world seemed right.

The noisy velviph jumped off her shoulder and scurried through the room, exploring his new home.

"Fuzzles," Gwyn cried in a concerned voice.

"Don't worry. Wherever he goes, he will be met with respect and devotion. All of Farruk knows about your velviph, and he will find his way back."

"You think so?"

"I know so," I assured her and suggested, "How about a hot bath?"

"That would be wonderful."

I called for the servants and ordered them to have the tub filled. My dreams of sharing it with her were cut short, though, when my steward called me, needing my attention on urgent business that took place during my prolonged absence.

Regretfully, I kissed Gwyn before leaving to fulfill my duties. I urged the steward to make it brief, and thankfully, he had mercy on me and did.

When I returned to my chambers, I found Gwyn asleep on the bed. She looked small and fragile. Just as I had predicted, Fuzzles was snuggled tightly into the crook of her arm. It took some willpower, but I managed to leave her be and walked into the bathroom, where the water was just cooler than lukewarm. I took a well-overdue bath myself, lingering longer than I normally would, hoping Gwyn would wake up in the meantime.

As if she had heard my unspoken request, her voice sounded out behind me. I didn't know how she managed to sneak up on me, but I was glad she was here. "Everything taken care of?"

"It will take some time to get everything settled," I answered, craning my neck to see her still-sleepy face. She looked adorable and sexy. "The most important matters were settled, though."

Her arms reached around me from behind. She took the piece of cloth I had been using to wash, and began scrubbing my back. I leaned forward to give her better access, and a deep grunt left me as she massaged my shoulders. "You have the touch of a goddess," I complimented.

"You are all knotted," she replied, using her fingers now to knead my tired and tense muscles.

I closed my eyes and reveled in her touch, marveling at how her slim fingers could emit so much strength and bring up such feelings of comfort.

We hadn't known each other for long, but I was certain that no other gallis would have awakened the feelings in me Gwyn did—no matter our shortage of them. Had there been thousands of them, I would have picked her, even over any Vandruk gallies.

I would have crossed hundreds of red fogs to find her, and that realization hit me like a rock to the head. She wasn't what or who I had expected to mate; nek, she was a million times better .

In one fluid motion, I stepped out of the tub and pulled her into my arms. She squealed, "You're all wet." It was a playful protest, underlined by laughter in her voice.

"These clothes," I complained, taking off the shirt and pants she always wore. "I will have dresses made for you. They give so much easier access."

Her giggles halted when she looked up into my face. Her hand reached for my cheek and cupped it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. Everything is right. Everything is perfect," I rasped, staring down at her beautiful face, her still-lightly wet hair cascading all around her. Her perfectly shaped body was molded just for me. "You are perfect."

She tilted her head. "When did you start sweet-talking like this?"

"When I realized that I've fallen in love with you," I admitted, unable to keep my eyes off her face.

"Tzar-Than," she breathed, her eyes growing wider.

"You don't have to respond. I'm happy with just loving you. We've just met; it takes time—"

She placed her finger on my lips. Her touch was electrifying, the dark pools of her pupils were shining brightly. "I've fallen in love with you too."

I bent my head down and sealed our confession with a hot, passionate kiss before I reached around her and picked her up to gently deposit her on the bed.

"Don't move," I instructed hoarsely, staring at her goddess-like body.

Her nipples pebbled under my gaze, beckoning .

I licked my lips before I began kissing first one breast, then the other, kneading the one unattended. A low hum escaped her lips as I trailed my mouth between her breasts, down to her navel. Her legs spread in invitation. I had dreamed of the moment when I could fully explore her to my heart's content, and finally, the time for it was here.

I remembered the spot by her entrance and how I had mused if it would be as sensitive to my kiss as her nipples. I was about to find out, as I gently parted her folds and placed my first lick on the pearl-shaped nub.

Her reaction was instant and explosive. A deep moan was just as telling that I had indeed found another spot of pleasure for her, as the jerk of her hips.

"You like this?"

"Yesss," she hissed as I closed my lips around the nub just like I had done to her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with my tongue, and her body jolted.

I placed both of my hands on her hips to keep her still while I placed myself between her spread legs, enjoying the feeling of them pushing against my shoulders.

Liquid welled from her pussy, and I lapped at it, unprepared for the nectar of the gods I was about to taste. Gods, she tasted good. Her juices went straight to my head, like a good brew of heady liquor.

I was determined to lick every drop she provided, but the more I did, the more drenched she became. And at some point, my cock's demands overrode my other desires. It was harder than it had ever been. My balls swelled up so tight that they began to pulse, and yet I couldn't stop. Her taste was something I just couldn't get enough of, and the little keening sounds that were escaping her only spurred me on.

Suddenly, her entire body tensed, and more juices flowed as she cried out my name, and frantically, I sucked and licked, applying pressure to her loins to keep her hips down as she bucked.

"Oh God, Tzar-Than, I need your cock, please."

Her words penetrated my haze, the only thing in this universe I would heed at this moment. I licked my lips before I readjusted myself to give her what my shaft wanted most.

She was tight but so slick. Her pussy nearly sucked me in. Her walls convulsed around my cock, making me dizzier as she came a second time in quick succession.

I placed my palms next to each side of her head for leverage as I rolled my hips to give her maximum pleasure. Her fingers dug into the hard muscles of my biceps, clung to me as I fucked her in rhythm with her mewling moans.

Her loins rose to meet mine, pressing against me as if wanting to fuse us together, and a deep shudder moved through her body.

"Oh God, Tzar-Than!" she cried out, her eyes opened wide, her expression astounded, and her lips parting in invitation. I crushed mine to hers, pumping my tongue in and out, just like my cock did to her pussy.

Her hands let go of my arms and dug into my hair, pulling me closer just as her legs scissored around my loins, squeezing me as mercilessly as the walls of her pussy were milking my cock .

The world exploded around me. "Gwyn!" I roared.

"Tzar-Than!" she cried.

My balls contracted, shooting my seed into her welcoming womb as she clung, quivering to me.