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Both of his enormous dicks were now buried inside me.
Right where they belonged.
“You like that?” I asked, giving him a hazy-eyed look. I reached up to trace a hand across his jaw, and his tongue lashed out to wrap my wrist. “Feel that shit, Nia’n’an.You’re all the way up in me,” I said, and writhed against him. “No man’s ever done that before. Mmmm. Fuck.”
I wriggled against him as best I could, then I reached for his hands to squeeze them against me. “Okay, now, carefully move me off of you—and then pull me back on. A little bit at first—oh—fuck, yeah, just like that. More?”
And suddenly railing was back on the table.
Twenty-Seven
NIA’N’AN
Both of mypair were inside of her at last, exactly where they needed to be.
My beautiful mate had taken me—it was time for our mating bond.
I had no idea how to explain to her what I needed to happen next, but I knew she trusted me—I started pulling silk from my spinnerets to lash her to me in just this fashion, and then clipped certain of the lines, so that while she was entirely supported, we were both now dangling free.
For the people of my kind, this final act of mating was a feat of engineering and also absolute trust—if your mate couldn’t create a strong enough web to hold you as you bonded, then both of you might fall to your death below.
I was not so worried about that, riding my delicate Sloane, but I wanted to complete the ceremony to its letter.
Because now I had so many, many reasons to stayalive.
“Oh my God, Nia’n’an,” she said, watching us spin in the crystal cavern. “This is like getting fucked in Cirque du Soleil,” she said and giggled—and I both felt it, in the way her abdomen squeezed me, and also in my heart, where her simple joy made it warm.
“I want to please you, my love,” I told her, and suddenly I had her full attention. “I want to give all of myself to you.”
And while I knew she had no idea what I was telling her, her hands grabbed mine. “Whatever it is that you’re saying—I want that too,” she swore—and with that we began to swing.
I pulled her halfway off of me, and then back on again, and felt her moan. She was louder now, she’d been louder ever since I’d filled her, as if the girth of my pair had given her voice. I liked that. I wanted the caverns to be full of the sounds of our mating. I wanted there to be an echo here of when I pleased her again, ricocheting from wall to wall, down into eternity.
“This is what I need of you, my love,” I told her, pulling her to me in another solid thrust. “I’ve got to release myself inside you, and then we must be locked for a time, so that all will know you’re taken, should any other males come near.”
I knew that wouldn’t happen in our current situation—but it was what our mating bond required. Only then would I be sure to live on, to pleasure Sloane another day.
“Oh my Goooood, Nia’n’an,” she whispered, her hands wrapped around mine. “I hate to be a pillow princess, but please, fuck, do that again.”
I had no idea why being a princess would be derogatory, but she shouldn’t have worried. All of my body now knew what to do. I pushed her off of me, almost until my tips were free, and then I spiraled my last pair as they dove back into her.
“Oh—fuck—fuck—me,” she groaned, her voice rough as she threw her head back against my webbing—and every single thing she did urged me on. I did it again and again, my last pair finding the home they needed inside of her, while she made low moans and high-pitched screams. “Oh God, Nia’n’an—I’m gonna come so hard for you—just don’t stop—it’s okay—keep going.”
“My love, I have no choice,” I told her, thudding into her again, enveloping myself in her tight, hot spaces. I was riding her against me mechanistically now, no longer in charge of myself or our swaying, trusting the webs I’d created as I readied myself to spray into her.
“Nia’n’an—oh-my-God—Nia’n’an!” she shouted my name, and then howled incomprehensibly, as I felt her abdomen jerk and twitch, her twin pockets pulsing, begging for what I had to give.
“Yes—yes, my love, yes!” I shouted back at her, just as loud, pulling us tight, shooting deep inside of her. I bellowed with my final release, she gave another scream, and then I braced myself for my final pumping, which would keep us briefly sealed tight—only—it never happened.
I waited, catching my breath, feeling my last pair deflate inside her, the same as my spirit began to do.
I could have pumped them back full again, but...what would have been the point?
I hadn’t locked with Sloane.
Our mating had been incomplete.
Her hesitation had been right all along.
