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With that, he scoots down until his face is level with my pussy. Using his forearms, he spreads my legs until he’s settled comfortably between them. My face is fire-engine red. I know it is.

No one’s looked at me there since… well…since.

Bikar doesn’t give me any time to overthink. He drops his head and sucks my clit into his mouth, wrenching another orgasm from me instantly. Lifting his head, he grins. “Two.”

Diving back into my pussy, he starts an all-out lurid assault on my clit and brings me to my peak again.

Eventually, he slips one thick finger inside me, and I grind against it, trying to get the friction in the spot I need. Tsking at me, he removes it and adds a second finger. I feel a slight pinch, but it’s gone just as fast as it appeared, and another wave of need hits me. Trying to shove his fingers deeper doesn’t work—he’s controlling how deep they go. Pulling both digits out, he lifts his head and spits on the entrance of my pussy before sticking three fingers in his mouth, liberally coating them with saliva.

Grinning evilly, he pushes all three thick digits inside me while simultaneously flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue. I cum all over his hand, rocking my hips, trying to get his fingers even deeper. I’m an addled mess and borderline frantic for something to fill me the way my body is demanding.

“Bikar, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to… do something to you… something you won’t like!”

Chuckling, he gives my clit one last lick, making my hips jerk with how sensitive I am.

“You have damaged me enough by accident during our courting process. I shudder to think what you could do if you put conscious thought to it.”

Being lifted from the bed with his wings is a peculiar sensation, but it makes me feel dainty, dominated, and most of all, safe. Grabbing my hips in his hands, he pulls me towards him until the outside of his thighs are rubbing the inside of mine, and lines his dick up with my entrance. Glancing up at me, he leers. “By my count, that is four.”

Just as I open my mouth to retort, he shoves his thick, ribbed for her pleasure dick deep inside with one thrust, and I scream at the sensation of being filled. Not giving me any time to adjust, he grips my hips tighter and starts shuttling in and out of my body. The slap of flesh in the quiet of the room is shocking, but I don’t have enough mental faculties to be embarrassed about it right now. I need something… more.

Wrapping my legs around his hips the best I can, I pull him to me and throw my head back. “Harder, sugar. I need it harder.”

“As my mate wishes.”

CHAPTER 50

BIKAR

The feel of my mate’s cunny fluttering around my hard flesh is going to be my undoing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined her passion would run this deep. Yes, she is under the effects of the mating venom, but it only exacerbates what is already there. If she did not desire me, then she would not be so wild for the feel of my body within hers.

I am a lucky male, indeed.

Frackin her hard, per her wishes, I root my pivvy as deep as I can. Her screams of delight are music to my ears as her little claws scratch down my chest. Tingling in my stones signals the beginning of my release. She must come once more before I do. Moving my hand around, I place my thumb on herclitand start rubbing it in time with the rhythm of my hips. Little huffs escape her kiss-swollen lips, and I know she is close.

Using my wings, I bow her back so I can reach her peaked nipple with my other hand. Timing it just so, I pinch the delicate flesh in rhythm with my thumb and plunge of my shaft. Bambi screams as she comes all over my pivvy, and I roar as my release spurts into her. What I do not expect, however, is for thecorrugated sides of my shaft to swell, locking me deep inside as her mating collar blooms across her pale skin.

It is breathtaking, but the sensation ofsomethingslipping from the tip of my length completely distracts me from admiring the visual proof of her commitment to me. I am unsure what is happening. Each movement of my newly discovered sex organ makes my hips jerk and drags deep growls of arousal from me. Through… this tendril, I feel it slip into her cervix before locking into place at the opening of her womb.

Instinct tells me to bite my mate again to get her through what comes next. Kneeling, I lift her closer with my wings. Hunching my shoulders, my teeth sink into the supple spot below her left ear, and I inject the remainder of my mating venom into her pleasure-drunk body.

Locking her to me, I roar in gratification as two small, spherical objects leave the aching tip of my member amid a final jet of spend. I know the tic my mate’s body detects the…implantationas she screams, peaking over and over again. Her cunny is clenching down on my shaft mercilessly, forcing every bit of breeding material from me she can. My…tendrilreleases her and slips back inside my pivvy once my body catalogues that the breeding process is complete. Collapsing atop my mate, I catch the majority of my weight on my elbows, lest I crush her beneath me.

It takes several moments for me to catch my breath while I wait for her to realize our bodies are locked together. Knowing my mate, she will most assuredly have something to say about it. Raising my head when she remains silent, something she is almost allergic to, I realize she has fainted.

If I am overwhelmed by what just happened, I cannot fathom how her nervous system is processing it. It is not surprising that her body is taking a wee break. Concern for her is present, yet Icannot help but feel a small amount of pride that I fracked my mate so good shepassed out.

This will be a topic I bring up repetitiously for the rest of our lives together.

Eventually, my pivvy releases its hold on her cunny, and I slide from the warm embrace of her channel. Slipping from the bed, I wet a soft cloth with warm water in the cleansing room before returning and gently cleaning her. Tossing the damp rag towards thelaundry hamper, it lands with a light plop. Crawling into bed, my mate’s subconscious perceives my presence, and she practically climbs on top of me, sighing when my wings pull her into a loving embrace.

How the frack do I tell her that she is gravid with our children, and how do I make her understand I did not know this would happen?

Research.

The answer is research.

There is no way that the Aynar or my brother, Einar, do not know what the frack just happened. Cuddling my mate closer to my body, I settle in for the night and delve into the depths of my data banks.