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Her pelvis lifted as she ground her hips needily. She was so close. Her pussy was weeping copiously around the length pounding into her, and she could feel that deep flutter rising to the surface. She trembled and gasped as her belly began to convulse, her eyes fixed on Brydis’s hand that was moving quicker along his cock in reaction to Agor’s quickening pace. He strained and groaned, his seed shooting out in the air, and that was all that it took. Jill cried out as her orgasm blasted through her and Agor cried out in her ear as he rapidly fell in behind her, his cock pulsing with each jettison of his release inside her. Her nails dug into his skin as another, smaller orgasm swept through her in reaction to his release, riding the spasms of the first orgasm into the next.
They both moaned softly when he finally slid free of her body and immediately his hand went to straighten the material around them. He did not release her legs from the straps of his belt, but she didn’t mind. It was a bit more comfortable to fly that way rather than just dangling from his embrace. Curling into his chest, Jill sighed with satisfaction and felt a tired smile tug at her lips.
For something that was considered somewhat taboo among his people, she sure hoped he planned to find an opportunity to do it again and again. Otherwise, she might need to devise one herself.
Chapter22
Brydis eyed the Geminidae lifting off from their posts from below. He was confident that Jill didn’t see them as she was currently slipping in and out of sleep from where she was snuggled against Agor’s chest, but he knew that his twin caught sight of the males ascending to meet them. This was not a complication they had considered.
He caught his twin’s eye and raised his brow inquiringly. Agor scowled down at the males rapidly rising into the air for a moment before shaking his head. They wouldn’t be stopping. Their wings snapped with their comfortable glide and beat the air at a fierce pace, carrying them further and faster in the direction of their rookery. He didn’t know what the reception committee was all about, but if anyone wished to talk with them, they would do it in their own territory.
Turning his head, Brydis smirked as he watched the group turn away and return to the central high rookery. No doubt the males were returning to report back on their behavior. Well, let them. That would give them a little more time to prepare themselves, and Jill, for any potential confrontation. He didn’t expect it to be dangerous in any way, but he did not wish anyone to intimidate her. The more delays and obstacles to prolong that initial contact, the better. At the very least, he knew that this granted them a small reprieve. The warriors would meet with their superiors and make their reports, and then a decision would have to be made on how to deal with the matter before anyone was sent out to their mountainside. By then, there would be a plan of action on how to deal with anyone coming from the high rookery. Jill would know what to expect too and would not be made uncomfortable or nervous under the intimidating scrutiny of males unknown to her.
His aquila fluffed, expending a little of the tension that had accumulated. With a soft hiss, he snapped his wings, refusing to slow even the slightest despite the small unit turning back. If anything, he flew faster, wanting the safety of their rookery now more than anything. He felt exposed now when he had never felt vulnerable over the mountains of their territory since their arrival and settlement on Ganymede. He didn’t like it.
Agor didn’t complain at the increased pace. He likely felt a similar need and in possession of more of the typical warrior class characteristics, he was built for endurance in ways that Brydis had to acknowledge that he was not. Winging their way over the stretches of farm and herding lands, they climbed higher into the mountains, skimming along the dark stony landscape where only the most hard brush survived—fare perfectly suitable for the valkeli flocks dotting the slopes and rises. Geminidae rookeries were designed to sit back into small pockets and blend in with their surroundings to such a high degree that the flocks were the only visible indicator of a rookery nearby. Flying deeper into the mountains, they dropped, gliding at an angle as they circled down onto a rocky outcropping of black stone flooded with sunlight. On a ledge nearby, a grifalc lifted its heavily feathered head and regarded them through slitted golden eyes as valkeli bleated at their presence.
Adjusting his grip on Jill upon touching down, Agor smiled at the grifalc and dug into the pouch at his belt to toss a bit of dried meat to the beast.
“Waylo! Good boy. Keep up the good work.” He shouted the greeting as he tossed the meat and grinned as the grifalc snapped it from the air with his razor-sharp beak.
Jill stirred against Agor’s chest, and her head raised as she peered sleepily at the animal. “Wha…?” She blinked, and then her head shot up, her eyes widening. “What the fuck? Is that a gryphon?”
“Grifalc,” Agor corrected cheerfully. “Do you not recall our discussion about them?”
She nodded, but her mouth gaped in an expression of open amazement that Brydis found adorable. He supposed that to another species unfamiliar with them, the grifalc would appear quite spectacular. Even among their own species, the best stocks were prized and sold for considerable sums. They were fortunate that Agor’s brother had not only transported several prized litters but had supplied them with pups as well three grown grifalcs to manage their valkeli flocks. Otherwise, they would have been in the same position as many of the other rookeries in having to make do with whatever Geminos sent over and partitioned out among them instead of ordering a couple of females and another male to restart their family kennels while they waited for the pups to mature and their necessary training period to pass.
“They are amazing. They look exactly like gryphons from stories on Earth except that all four of their limbs resemble a lion, and they have considerably more feathers along their backs and flanks. But otherwise, I could have sworn I was looking at something straight out of a storybook.” She shook her head in wonder, her gaze drifting away from the animal greedily shredding up its treat to peer at their surroundings. “Are we here?”
The hesitant note in her voice was natural. The outcropping was not very large, and the path leading back to their rookery was nearly invisible from their current position for anyone who didn’t know where to look.
At the tip of his head, Agor nodded and gently set Jill on her feet so that Brydis could take her hand in his much larger one.
“There is a hidden path just over here,” he murmured, leading her to overlapping edges of dark rock that led them onto the path to the rookery. “Although we have landing places directly on the rookery, neither of them would be particularly safe while transporting you here, so we have opted to come directly to the main entrance.”
It was only when they were at the rock face, and he’d drawn her at an angle so that she could see the passage, that her face lit up with interest.
“Amazing,” she whispered. “I can’t even see the break in the rocks between its darkness and the way you’ve constructed it.” Her head turned in the direction of the grifalc and she hesitated. “He won’t just remain out here alone, will he?”
Agor chuckled as he joined them on her other side. “The grifalc have quite a mind of their own. They prefer spending long days outside with the flocks, but they do come and go within the rookery as they please once they have passed their training phase. When we arrive, you will meet the pups. They are an energetic bunch who spend much of their time in the kennels, but I believe you will enjoy their company.”
Tipping her head back, Jill smiled up at him. “I would love that.”
Agor grinned and dropped a kiss on the top of her head before slipping behind them as Brydis led their mate onto the path. The path was a long one, and they had cut it in such a way that it was more cylindrical than it appeared, the walls drawing together in a gradually curving slope until they were nearly met with only a very narrow space at the top to let in just enough sunlight to recharge the lanterns that lined the path, providing a low level illumination to make their route clearly visible without being bright enough to see from the air. Despite that, Jill leaned into him, and Brydis savored the experience of having her small body pressed against him despite the fact that he disliked the thought that she might be even the slightest bit afraid.
“Don’t be afraid. This passage is perfectly safe. Geminidae have perfected this technique for centuries to the point that our machines can expertly analyze the stone and cut it in such a way that it will withstand most anything short of bombing.”
Jill blinked up at him and chuckled. “I wasn’t afraid, more in awe because this all really impressive looking if a bit dark, but I’ll mentally file away that little detail.”
“She just enjoys being pressed up against you. We can trade spots, however, if you find it concerning,” Agor teased from behind them.
Brydis shot an annoyed look over his shoulder at his twin, but the infuriating male’s grin simply widened further.
“I do enjoy it,” Jill murmured, her soft voice caressing over his senses, sending a shiver through him. “Not only are you incredibly warm and I’m standing here in nothing but my night clothes, slippers, and a thick blanket—thank you by the way,” she added with another quiet chuckle, “but I just enjoy the close contact with you. I think it may be the taliazon thing, right?”
He swallowed and nodded his head. “Yes. The taliazon can heighten arousal, but it also brings a sense of comfort in more casual circumstances of contact. It can almost be euphoric,” he added, recognizing that same pleasing sensation that rolled lightly over him.
Though it lacked the incredible pull of its reaction to arousal, distance of separation, and its demand to mate that had gripped them so tightly for so long, now that she pointed it out, he was able to identify it quickly. Their merged taliazon had an entirely different effect now in that it lapped over him in such a way that he felt both pleasure and great happiness in the contact.
