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Oh Gods, she could come again, right now, right after the first orgasm. Mewling his name as a bright blossom of pleasure-pain unfolds just inside of her, overstretched, too much, she clenches down on him defiantly, making him jerk.
“Don’t let any leak out. I want all of it.Allof it.”
“Yesss,” is all Thon says, drawing the word out into a groan. He’s not so eloquent when he’s balls-deep inside of her, but that’s okay. She’s talkative enough for both of them.
“Teach me combat,” Krista hisses, nipping at his earlobe and planting her heel against the moss so she can rut up against him. “I want to see you like that again. Gods, you’re so fucking gorgeous in a fight.”
Thon cries out hoarsely as he begins to ejaculate.
She can tell this is different because there’s more of it. Thon’s semen feels thicker, hotter, and he shudders wretchedly with each lunging spurt. “I should have known,” Krista babbles, half delirious with her pleasure, which borders just shy of pain as the pressure in her abdomen builds. “You like putting your dick where it barely fits, huh? Breeding me when you’re still hot from a fight?”
Thon’s hips begin to move. He’s so locked into Krista that his cock doesn’t move, but he isn’t doing it for himself. When he gets the angle right, he takes over her rutting, dragging her clit between their sweat-damp bodies.
“Oh shit!” Krista scrabbles at his back, blunt nails biting into his flesh as everything goes bright and spotty behind her closed eyelids. Distantly, she realizes that Noss is still close and can probably hear them, but absurdly, this only slings her higher. “Thon,” she wails, her thighs clenching around him like a vice as a second orgasm tears mercilessly through her. He doesn’t try to keep her quiet. He just catches her head as she throws it back to moan obscenely, letting his brothers hear them.
But he doesn’t stop there. Thon slows as her body begins to slacken, easing off of that intense friction, but only so far as to keep Krista from hurting. He does not let her come all the way down. Krista cracks her eyes open to find him gazing at her, his pupils blown wide as he watches her reactions. He’s studying, she realizes, recognizing the intensity of his focus. Oh Gods, he’s keeping her right along the edge of orgasm, letting it boil beneath the surface of her skin as she jerks beneath him with each small thrust he gives her. She had no idea that her body could do something like this.
“Keep talking,” Thon rasps, his voice not his own. “How do you like our joining? Do you approve?”
“I a-approve,” spills out of Krista’s mouth. “L-love your c-cock.” She’s meeting him again with her hips, stunned by the things her body is capable of, so tortuous and perfect. “Want everything. Give m-me–ah!”
“Impossible,” Krista thinks she hears him say. She might have imagined it, though, because she loses track of things for a while. A third orgasm becomes a long chain of pleasure—something she cannot count out because it doesn’t quite end. Thon won’tletit end, holding her on the crest of that wave until she is certain this will kill her. But Thon seems to sense that, too. He’s watching her face so closely, tracking her pleasure until it finally uncoils into weak, thready tendrils of agony. Only then does he stop and lower his head to her neck, calmly sucking perspiration from her skin as she lies there and pieces her world back together.
How can he be so calm when he was utterly wrecked several minutes ago? He’s still coming, for the Gods’ sakes. It isn’t all at once—there are large gaps between spurts where his cock sits there inside of her, engorged and heavy, just a living plug to hold the tsunami of semen inside of her. But then he will pulse again, releasing more.
Gradually, Krista becomes aware of a slight cloud on her afterglow.
“Ow. Ribs,” she moans, though there is much less pleasure in this particular sound.
“What ribs?” Thon mocks gently, but he gathers her up and lifts them both with painstaking care, shifting around until he’s propped against a mossy boulder with Krista’s legs splayed over his lap. She flops limply onto his chest, completely wrung out like a used dishcloth. The ribs are better this way, no pressure there, leaving her thoughts to reform into some semblance of order.
“Perhaps we should have waited,” Thon notes, but Krista hears less regret than the statement implies. She snorts feebly, nestling her head into the crook of his neck—the unbloodied side, though the coppery scent hasn’t left her nostrils since the fighting ended.
“Had you tried, I might have climbed you like one of those assassin nej,” she slurs at last when she is able.
“You did do that,” Thon chortles, but Krista’s attention has settled on his mangled shoulder, which looks incredibly painful from this distance. The bleeding has mostly stopped, but it’s raw and angry and most certainly needs some of that salve he keeps mentioning.
“We should have at least cleaned you up,” Krista murmurs, running a thumb through the drying trail of blood that still paints his chest. Thon covers her hand with his own, lifting it to his cheek. The gesture feels … too intimate to exist comfortably within their bargain, but Krista thinks that might be okay. She likes the way her hand fits around his face, her thumb smearing blood over a proud cheekbone. She even likes the dangerous way he looks at her now, like he’s completely smitten, his expression open and shattered. She’s too exhausted to do much more than tip her chin up and press her lips to his jaw, not quite a kiss, but his eyes flutter closed as though she has blessed him with an incredible gift.
“Is this a good position for breeding?” Krista murmurs, but then again, the pressure inside of her is so intense that she doesn’t see how they could possibly be unsuccessful. There’s no place for his semen togo, even if it did try to leak down. He’s all but forcing it into her womb.
“It’s a good position for your ribs,” Thon counters, and something warms in Krista’s chest at the concern, though it shouldn’t surprise her. Thon has been nothing but concerned for her this whole time. She reaches down, feeling for the place where their bodies join, and though she’s a little damp where she stretches around him, it’s nothing like it could have been. His balls pulse powerfully as he empties them into her, but the seal is good. Not a drop slides out.
Outrageously, Krista still simmers with low-grade arousal. “Oh well. Not like it matters if it doesn’t take.” She feels Thon’s arms tighten on her, then loosen again quickly as he remembers that she’s still sore. “What I mean is, I want to renegotiate,” she says sleepily. “Please let’s renegotiate. Can loosen up the ‘breeding only’ requirement. Just a little. Not like it’s stopping the inevitable.”
“The inevitable?”
“Surely you noticed.” Krista settles once more against his shoulder, closing her eyes with a slow sigh. “We’re both becoming … attached. Regardless of the rules. So what are the rules good for? Cockblocking us, that’s what. They don’t do anything else.”
Thon shifts uncomfortably beneath her, but it’s not like either of them can deny it after the day they’ve just had. And after their extremely visceral reaction to the aftermath. “It will be okay,” Thon says, reaching up to tentatively stroke Krista’s hair. “You will go to space. That is what you resolved to do, so that is what you will do.”
“See, that’s what I like about you, Thon. You understand that a person can have cake and also eat cake.” They’ll figure something out. If their bond survives the breeding and the pregnancy and the birth, then perhaps it can also survive a long-distance relationship. If it comes to that, if they’re truly compatible, it’s a viable option.
“That makes no sense,” Thon admonishes, flexing his restless hips and lifting Krista with them. His cock fits so firmly inside of her that it doesn’t budge when he moves. Rather, it moves Krista instead. She scrabbles at his good shoulder, moaning softly as the intense pressure shifts against all the sensitive places inside of her.
“Ng, Thon. That’s so good. I love that it doesn’t even move.”
Thon’s disbelieving snort flutters her hair. “I find it difficult to believe that you enjoy this part.”
