order.
Marie released his primary and sucked the secondary in. The Zhigaaal was like spice on her tongue, and she moaned, seeking more of him. Before she quite knew what was happening, his secondary was sliding in and out of her throat without a hint of a gag reflex.
Raashh’s roar spurred her on. She was going to make him come. She was going to drink down every drop, and after that, she would be his forever.
His second roar was accompanied by a hand holding the back of her head, his secondary deep in her throat. He erupted, shooting a load of Zhigaaal in; she swallowed it greedily. Her head spun, and her arms folded. Raashh supported her weight, laying her on the boulder as his secondary slipped from between her lax lips.
There was no mistaking his next move. Raashh positioned himself so she could see him stroking up more Zhigaaal . His expression said she was his, and he would kill anyone who stood in the way of him finalizing that connection between them.
Thank the stars! He’s what I’ve always wanted.
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Raashh had never seen anything more beautiful. Marie was splayed out on the stone, drunk on his Zhigaaal , already well on her way to being his forever.
Quickly. Females fight when the stunning wears off.
Just as Marie started to move, he positioned his secondary at her delicate pink seam and thrust into her, spreading his pheromone the full length of her lovely channel.
The channel I’ll be pounding for the next three days. And then the rest of our lives, as it pleases us to do so. He hoped Marie would continue to be as receptive as she’d been thus far, as the years passed.
It didn’t take much to make him climax again, especially since his first thrust pushed her to the delicious contractions and sounds that announced her climax.
All that time, I thought Emma was in pain. Daahn has been blessed to have so responsive a mate.
But not as responsive as mine, it seems.
Marie went still beneath him again, the momentary pause in the binding that the Seir-God had graciously built in to allow the biding to progress unimpeded. Raashh didn’t waste it. He massaged the base of his secondary, pouring as much of his Zhigaaal against her barrier as he could. The iris of muscle spread wide to the relaxing effects of the pheromone, and Raashh worked his secondary through it carefully, mindful that human women might tear at too rough handling.
Marie moaned, and her hands came up. Raashh winced in the expectation of her human talons biting skin, but that didn’t happen. She stroked her hands up his chest, closing her legs around him, wrapping herself around his bulk as best she could.
The first whisper of movement up and down his secondary nearly stole Raashh’s thinking mind. He grasped her hips and aided her, his careful thrusting becoming more manic as she vented cries that he now recognized meant she was in desperate need of his sex. Since the bio-tracker would let Rayn know if she was in any physical danger, and the medic would intervene, Raashh let his drives loose, staking his claim as he would on a Xxanian female as a test.
Marie’s sounds became more frantic and encouraging, and there was no sign of the human males. It was more than Raashh had ever dared hope for. He planted the next course of Zhigaaal deep in her womb with a prayer that she would ripen and give him young.
With Marie relaxed in his arms, loosely wrapped around him, he considered giving her one more infusion into her womb. Memories of her sounds and movements as he tongued her ass made his cocks throb for other delights and a quicker end to the torture of his secondary jetting useless cum into the center nest when it could be finding a home in his mate.
Later. I will fill her womb with Zhigaaal and cum for three days. Moving on now will not prevent her from being my mate.
She moaned out a protest when he left her body.
“Only a moment, my little mate. You wish to be mine.” Of course she does.
“Yes. Yes. Please,
Grace Slick, Andrea Cagan