“Can I hook you?”
“Yes.”
Deus roars as he thrusts up inside me once, twice, then at the third time. There is a pinch and a feeling of complete and utter bliss as hot cum pours into me. His hips twitch over and over as with each micro thrust there is more cum and more of a stretch.
“Look at your sweet belly,” he groans, his hand spanning my stomach, distended to a little pot by both his cock and his cum. “I can’t wait until you are great with sarkarnling and I can pleasure you every day this way. You riding my cock and taking all my seed.”
I hadn’t thought it possible to come as much as I have, but his words send yet another orgasm flowing through me, and it’s only when I have finally ridden the high as far as I can, I finally discover where I am.
I am exactly where I want to be. Laid on the chest of my gorgeous Sarkarnii mate.
“I love you, Deus,” I whisper.
“You are my star, little ember,” he rumbles. “The universe may turn, but the mere fact you have consented to be my mate means I am entirely fulfilled. My love for you is endless, Lydia. I belong to you, now and forever.”
LYDIA
“Do you think I look okay?” I ask Scarlett for the hundredth time, turning this way and that.
It doesn’t take long to arrange a dance, but both Deus and I insisted we were sure the rest of the Sarkarnii settlement on Vorostor was back to normal, or at least as normal as Sarkarnii can ever be, before our celebration took place.
“Yes, you look more than okay.” Scarlett clucks like a great hen, not helped by the fact she’s pregnant with her second baby and is really starting to show.
Dexx looks at her like he’s about to burst with pride most days. The same goes for all the Sarkarnii who have taken my friends as their mates. The way they follow their every movement, take multiple opportunities to touch them gently on the arm or face. The way they help with their babies, making them giggle, dealing with tantrums, or feeding or anything. It is both tender and normal at the same time. Sarkarnii males want to be involved with the lives of their mates and children in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before.
“Doesn’t she look okay?” Scarlett asks my assembled friends.
“You look beautiful,” Kerra replies.
“Stunning,” Maggie says. “Far better than Deus deserves.”
Rosalie takes my hands and twirls me around. “You are as pretty as a picture, love,” she says. “Deus is not going to know what has hit him.”
I look down at the gown, a riot of orange, reds, and golds, like flames, and I’m still not sure.
“It’s not too much, is it?”
“Oh my god!” Maggie groans. “You can never be too much, Lydia. Now you’ve finally come out of your shell, I need to see you be too much every day for the rest of your life!”
I gaze at my assembled friends who all nod with encouragement.
“It’s true,” Gillian says. “I know I haven’t known you as long as everyone else, but you can never not be too much and don’t let anyone tell you any different.”
“Deus certainly won’t.” Maggie snorts. “He’s already too much.”
“He is.” I laugh out loud. “Very, very too much.”
“I can’t believe all the females have gone back to be his crew,” Rosalie says.
“Dyris told me they couldn’t imagine having another commander,” Gillian says, smiling over at me. “And knowing Deus has found his mate is even more important to him.” She puts her arm around me. “They respect him and they respect you more.”
“For putting up with Deus? You have my respect too,” Kerra says with a bark of laughter.
“He’s really not so bad, you know.”
“We know,” my friends chorus.
“You don’t need to convince us,” Rosalie adds. “We can all see how happy he makes you.”
