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She was tiny and tight. I’d felt it with how hard she’d squeezed my tail, but she was soaking wet, and I knew if I went slow she could take me. Fate would never be so cruel as to give us mates we could not enter.
I covered her with my body, keeping as much contact as I could. I would produce the right pheromones to help her relax and take me. When I pushed in a little more, her pussy relaxed to take a few more inches of me.
“Good girl.”
Once more, I pulled out slightly before pushing again. Again, she took more of me.
Our ridges were built to give females pleasure, and as they rubbed against her insides, she moaned. She let go of the sheets and reached for me, clawing her dull nails into my back. I grunted and thrust into her again, this time a little harder. She cried out, a mixed look of pleasure and pain on her face. Her fingers tightened on me, making me want to drive into her hard, but I resisted, giving her time to get used to me.
“I’m good. I promise,” she whispered.
“I do not want to hurt you.” Some pain with pleasure was good, but not if I injured her.
“You won’t. You feel so good. Please.”
I growled at her words and started to move, thrusting into her slowly at first, then, as her body accepted me, faster. She was so hot and tight; it was everything I could do to keep moving. She was perfect. Every squeeze of her silken channel threatened to be my undoing.
She moved her hands, sliding them up to my horns to squeeze and stroke them. She knew how good that felt for me and used it to her advantage.
It was too much. Everything was too much: the sound of her cries, the feel of her nails scratching lightly at my horns, the squeeze of her cunt. I let the beast take over.
I rutted into her, thrusting and pushing deep with every movement. She cried out again and again, but I didn’t let up. I continued pounding into her, claiming her, until she was sobbing under me.
I gritted my teeth when her channel milked me, the muscles clenching repeatedly. The sensation pulled me over the edge and I came, pouring my seed into her. The world around me ceased to exist, and for a moment there was only her, my beautiful mate.
The sounds of our cries and roars echoed in the nest and faded into nothing as I held myself over her, careful not to crush her under my weight. She was still shaking when I rolled to my side and arranged her in my arms.
We stayed there together as spring mountain air cooled our bodies.
Clarity finally returned to my brain, but I knew these moments would be rare and fleeting, so if I wanted to sleep, now was the time. I had a short window, a few hours at most, before the heat returned, demanding me to rut again. By tomorrow, I’d become the way I was earlier: angry, horny,and looking for a fight.
While our own release helped with the rut a bit, it had to be in conjunction with the female’s orgasm. Without that, the heat returned almost immediately. The rut was, after all, entirely about the continuation of our species, and Kadrixan females could not conceive without peaking.
I pulled Clara into my body. She was already half-asleep, and her eyelids fluttered open slowly.
“Hi,” she said, smiling lazily back at me.
“Hello, little treasure.” I stroked her hair as she closed her eyes again. “Rest. You will need it.”
She yawned. “Does that mean you promise to do that again when we wake up?”
“I promise to do that whenever you want. I enjoy you writhing under me and shouting my name.” The sexy sounds she made would be forever inked into my brain. I wanted to hear them every day of my life.
She chuckled and cuddled back into my body, her form fitting perfectly into mine. Soon, with my arms around her, her breathing slowed and she slept.
Clara had yet to comment on the nest, probably because she hadn’t had the chance to look it over. That was a common occurrence. The rut demanded to be calmed before it gave either participant a chance to breathe and enjoy the scenery.
It gave those with less-impressive nests a chance to show their worth as bed partners, though many females back home only cared about how well we’d stocked our bowers. According to the lucky warriors who had already found mates, these human females cared less about how we decorated our nests and more about how we treated them.
I hope my violent outburst earlier hadn’t discouraged Clara. I had very little control over it. The only way to prevent fighting between males during the rut was to make sure we were separated. That was how we’d tried to survive the first year away from home: by locking ourselves in our chambers on our ships.
We’d programmed the ships to keep all doors closed for ten days once the first of our members entered the rut. It had worked until near the end. The things we’d brought to keep us entertained had been useless, and we’d spent days breaking down our doors instead.
We’d made sure to remove all weapons from our rooms, then stored them locked in the armory. Without weapons, breaking down the doors had been difficult but not impossible, especially with the single-minded determination of a male in rut.
The Stars must have taken pity on us, because by the time most of us had broken from our confines, the rut was nearly over. We’d lost a few warriors to fighting and there were many injuries, but most of us had survived. With the rut waning, the crews were able to stop all but the deadliest of the fights.
My claws had been worn down to the quick from mindlessly scratching the walls and doors, and some of my males had cracked their horns. It was worth it, especially since the Stars had guided us to the human settlement. With human females just a hop of a shuttle-ride away, the choice had been clear.
