Page 54 of The Thren's Fated

Lena’s cry turned into a low moan, the cocks drilling farther and farther into her with each plunge. A mirrored grumbling came from Screl, his eyes lidded with their dual pleasure. Every pulse amplified through her entire body as she clutched at the lush moss, digging her fingers in until she could feel the moist soil underneath.

Her eyes rolled, the totality of the experience shooting through her body like a bolt of lightning passing between them, her pleasure igniting his and vice versa, over and over again. The sensation was more intense than anything she’d ever felt, but maybe it had something to do with the intimacy they had just shared, a Thren rite of companionship that spurred their joint arousal.

Their joining.

The juxtaposition of that sweet moment with the rough way he used her was thrilling. She grappled for the tentacles around her neck and chest, stroking them as she felt wave after wave of intense pleasure rip through her. The one around her throat contracted at her touch, and her vision grayed.

They were intimately connected, Screl’s eyes still glowing despite the increased pace and gurgled moans. He held her close now, clearly nearing his peak.

“Come for me, Lena. I need to feel you climax this time,” he said between heavy breaths.

His words pushed her right to the edge, and it wasn’t long before she tipped over it, screaming his name. Screl echoed her a moment later, the orgasm pulsating between them as their connected bodies vibrated as one.

She rode the waves for a long while, never breaking eye contact as they both moaned from the electric jolts that continued to pound through their bodies. They were one being, fused together in rapturous lust that invaded their very existence. His tendrils circled her thighs, holding her in place as warm spurts of seed filled her, exactly as she’d craved last night.

As she gasped for air, she noticed a strange blue glow in the middle of Screl’s chest, filling the space between them with luminescence. It started as a dot, but spread quickly, pulsing out as if echoing his heartbeat.

Stranger still was the matching glow on her own chest, filling her body with heat, though not burning her. As her breathing slowed, it started to fade, until finally subsiding, the natural light from the suns the only thing illuminating them.

Lena felt weak, her body and mind completely spent on what had just happened. A prickle of fear stole into her brain, unsure what Screl would do now that he got what he wanted from her. Maybe he would take her back to the station? The thought caused a mild panic that she tried to push away, wanting to revel in the bliss of the joining instead.

“Do not be frightened, little one.”

Was he reading her mind?

Screl pressed a kiss to the top of her head, cum leaking from between her aching thighs, though he didn’t remove himself. He squeezed her close to him, the warmth of his body filling her with bliss, tentacles brushing her hair in rhythmic strokes.

Despite the questions rushing through her mind, Lena felt herself drifting off, exhausted from the physical and emotional passion. Before she was finally gone, she heard a soft whisper in her ear.

“Rest, amoreth. I will be here when you wake.”

INTERLUDE

Though she doesn’t understand it yet, I know she can feel it. The way her body lit up when the joining was complete was the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. It took everything in my power not to lose it right then and there. The bond flows through us, intertwining our beings in a way that even the most renowned Thren scientists cannot explain. Yes, there is the physical aspect, but it is more than that. It is a bond of souls, one that can never be broken once it is forged.

CHAPTER 17

Amoreth.

Lena awoke with the word ringing through her mind, and though she didn’t know the exact meaning, it had to be something important, some affectionate way to refer to the one who you’d joined with.

The thought was pleasant, not at all as frightening as she might have expected. When she was with Screl, the little voice in her head seemed to dissipate, the one telling her she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough or smart enough.

Why else would he have shared something like his personal name with her? A name that only his family knew… until today.

The act of being claimed was so primal, so visceral, so unlike anything she’d ever experienced, and yet she relished the statement it made. He wanted her, and not just for a night.

Slowly, she realized he was still inside her, his cocks hard and the tendrils clinging to her ass. When she let out a low groan, he chuckled, pulling out as sticky seed spilled down her thighs and dripped onto the moss.

“How do you feel?” he asked, watching her closely as she sat up. “I was quite vigorous with you earlier.”

There was a deep, throbbing ache in her core, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, it was comforting to be able to feel his presence, to know he had filled her so thoroughly that she would remember him even when their bodies were no longer intertwined.

It was evidence that her claiming hadn’t all just been an erotic dream.

And there was something else, too. A heat settling in her chest, as if her heart had been replaced by a star burning brightly like the ones in the sky above. There’d been that strange glow earlier, like something out of a fantasy story, some magical alien bond that had formed between them.

“I feel fine,” she said with a shy smile, unable to find words for the emotions roiling within her. “How long was I asleep?”