“Now,” I growl, releasing my control at last. “Come for me. Come with me.”
As her climax begins, I feel it through both the silk and around my cock, a rhythmic pulsing that triggers my own release. I bury myself deep within her as my seed spills into her womb, my body shuddering with the intensity of an orgasm eight decades in the making. The silk bonds flare brilliant burgundy, carryingthe echoes of our shared climax between us in waves of pure sensation.
Through our connection, I feel her pleasure cresting again and again, each pulse of her pussy drawing more seed from me. My mandibles click involuntarily as I ride out the longest, most intense orgasm of my life, my body trembling with the effort of remaining gentle when every instinct screams at me to claim her with primitive force.
But something else happens simultaneously, something I knew was coming but couldn’t have fully prepared her for.
The base of my cock begins to swell, expanding inside her until we are locked together, physically inseparable. It’s the final stage of the claiming: the biological response that ensures my seed stays deep within my mate, a natural imperative from my species’ ancient past.
June gasps sharply, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she feels the change. “You’re—I can feel you—”
“We’re locked,” I explain, my voice strained as pleasure crashes through me in waves, my cum still flowing from my body into hers. “It’s called a breeding lock—my body won’t release you until I’m certain you’ve taken every drop of my seed.”
Instead of fear, I see fascination in her eyes, and then a deeper pleasure as the swelling puts additional pressure against her most sensitive internal spots. Her second climax hits immediately, more powerful than the first, her entire body convulsing beneath me.
The vibrations of her pleasure travel through our connection with such intensity that my own orgasm redoubles. I roar, the sound echoing through the cavern as I empty a second load inside her in hot, powerful pulses. For Vyders, this release is not brief. It continues for minutes, ensuring our mates are thoroughly claimed.
Throughout it all, I keep my eyes on her face, watching the play of pleasure and wonder as she experiences something no human has ever felt before. The silk bonds connecting us glow brighter with each pulse, transmitting every sensation back and forth between our bodies in an endless feedback loop of shared ecstasy.
When the most intense waves finally begin to subside, I carefully adjust our position without disconnecting our bodies. I shift to my side, cradling her against me while we remain joined, her legs still spread by the ankle bonds but now more comfortable.
“What just happened?” she asks, her voice dreamy and distant.
“I claimed you,” I answer simply, reaching up to stroke her hair away from her damp forehead. “In the tradition of my species.”
“The… staying inside part. That’s normal?”
I rumble a laugh against her neck. “Perfectly normal for Vyders. We remain joined for some time after mating. It ensures…” I hesitate, uncertain how she’ll react to the evolutionary purpose.
“Ensures what?” she prompts, tilting her head to look up at me.
“Fertilization,” I admit. “Though between different species, that’s perhaps not a concern.”
Her eyes widen slightly. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“You needn’t worry so much. Cross-species pairs require extensive mating sessions before the male adapts wholly to the female. For now, this sort of joining serves other purposes. In particular, bonding.” I run one hand down her side. “The extended connection allows our bodies to exchange hormones and pheromones that strengthen the mating bond. And…” I hesitate again.
“And?”
“It’s intensely pleasurable for both partners,” I finish, demonstrating by deliberately flexing the still-swollen appendage inside her.
She gasps, her pussy clenching in response. “Mm. I can confirm that part of your explanation.”
I smile against her hair, pleased by her reaction. We lie together in comfortable silence for several minutes, my body continuing to pulse inside hers at decreasing intervals. Through the silk bonds, I feel her heartbeat gradually slowing, her body relaxing into the afterglow.
It’s perfect. Everything I’ve waited eight decades to experience. The culmination of a lifetime of solitude and preparation.
And yet.
As the haze of claiming fades and rational thought returns, a cold certainty settles in my chest. This ritual has bound her to me according to the laws and traditions of my species. But June is human. She has choices I never anticipated having to face.
When the roads clear and the path back to her world opens again, will she choose to ever come back? Or will these days be merely an interlude, a strange moment in the time when she was stranded with the spider monster in the mountain?
I pull her closer, inhaling her scent, memorizing the feel of her body against mine. For now, she is here. In my nest, in my arms, joined to me in the most intimate way possible. I will savor every moment, store away every sensation, in case it’s all I ever have.
“You’re thinking very loudly,” she murmurs, reaching up to touch my face.
“Occupational hazard of being a solitary creature,” I deflect, not wanting to burden her with my fears.
