Tyomar sucked Oshali’s nipple, cradling her body in his arms as she rode him hard.
He loved the way she kissed his shaved head when she was in this position, brushing her fingers over his ears and moaning out of control.
Since she conceived, Oshali needed sex constantly. It was as though he spent most of his time with her kon either on his cock or in his mouth, but he wasn’t complaining. She leaned back, bracing herself in the bed as she worked her hips, increasing to a frenzied motion. He watched her breasts jiggle and shake, mesmerized as they danced to the rhythm of her squishy grinds.
Her fingers curled into fists on the bedsheets and she cried out as she reached her peak, dropping onto one elbow as she went limp, her slick gushing out onto him. Tyomar covered her in his arms and rolled her over so he was on top of her. He kissed her slowly and sucked on her lips, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. She whimpered and pulled him closer, her arms around his neck as he lay on top of her, giving her his weight.
Oshali let out a guttural sigh. “I love when you lie on me like this.”
Tyomar simply released a gritty hum. Soon, he began working his hips, rolling them around to press on her drenched channel, the squelch filling the room. Oshali sighed again and hummed her approval.
He pressed in, working her kon until he was rapidly slamming in, tilting her on the bed.
He had been concerned at first that he might hurt the baby from fucking her so hard, but Oshali explained he didn’t have to worry. She squealed as her climax rose again, breathing heavily and thrashing.
Tyomar roared as he slammed in to her erratically, and then with one final push lodged his knot deep into her.
They both collapsed onto the bed, Tyomar on top of Oshali, enjoying the tight strangle of her on his knot as their breathing calmed. Tyomar rolled her on top of him and cuddled her close, pressing his hand and her bottom to secure her on his knot.
He stroked her, knowing she loved being petted after sex, and he appreciated that everything was peaceful and blissful right now.
“We need to plan your ordination,” he said, glancing down at her.
Oshali lifted her head. “My ordination?” her eyes wide.
“Yes. We have to formally bring you into the clan.”
Oshali swallowed. “But that’s equivalent to a wedding, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Tyomar said chuckling. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Oshali bit her lip. “No really. I don’t mind all the brothers, obviously, but everyone from every lair?” She bit her lip. “I don’t know about that.”
“It doesn’t have to be that big,” Tyomar reassured her. “Obviously, they are all very happy that you have joined the clan and they would all love to meet you. You are my mate and you are important to everyone. They should all know who you are and what you look like. But you don’t have to have them all at ordination. We can visit the lairs in our own time separately to meet them, if that’s what you would prefer.”
Oshali rested her chin on his chest, sinking into thought.
“What would you prefer?” she asked after a moment.
“I want to show you off,” Tyomar said firmly. “I want people to be excited about you and fuss over you—you deserve it. But mostly, I want you to be comfortable. Khyros may not have said it, but you are the most valuable person to have joined our clan, and I want to make sure everyone knows who you are so they can protect you all times.”
“Do you think I will need protecting?” Oshali asked.
Tyomar sat upright, cradling her carefully so he didn’t jostle her too much on his knot. “In general, yes,” he said. “We are in a precarious position—you and I’mya are the key females who will save our kind. And more specifically, I won’t put anything past the king or the queen. Both of them are antagonistic and they have both targeted us in different ways. Once we were trying to not make it too obvious that we were working to limit their destruction over the realm, but now they are both aware of us and are aware we know what they’re doing. I don’t see how being subtle is useful anymore. Once we become more aggressive, they may also be more aggressive, so I cannot say what will happen. But I can tell you that you are not alone. You have a family of brothers who will do anything for you, and I’mya is in the same position as you. Anything we do out in the realm, we will ensure that the two of you are not impacted.”
Oshali nodded. “The queen is extremely devious.”
“So is the king,” Tyomar said darkly. “Both of them suit each other, they are both devious and despicable alike.” He paused. “Do you want to look for your father?”
Oshali was quiet for a moment. “I do, but not if it will put him in danger.”
“We can find the right time to go to him.”
Oshali nodded and then sighed. “Why do there have to be so many violent people in the Twin Realms?”
“Many things are born through violence,” Tyomar said. “We had a period of peacefulness when the Seven were here, and everyone was celebrating all the new creations. It was never going to stay the same.”
Oshali nodded. “I would love to know why they left,” she said quietly. “After everything they did here, it seems a shame for them to abandon us.”
“If you truly believe you have been touched by the Goddesses to be able to be my mate,” Tyomar said, “then maybe they have not abandoned us. They may simply be not involving themselves with us directly.”
Oshali frowned at him. “So you think they are still around watching?”
“I don’t think they have removed their influence completely,” Tyomar said. “Otherwise you would have needed a dragon to be discovered as my mate, as would have I’mya.”
“I hope that’s true,” Oshali said. “I would have loved to have been here when the Goddesses roamed the land.”
“I can tell you what it was like,” Tyomar offered.
Oshali’s face brightened. “I would love that.”
Tyomar lay down on their bed and fixed her on his chest, ensuring that she was comfortable, and began to tell her. And as he watched her face brighten with the stories of times past, he realized that his little cloak had the heart of a being as ancient as he was. She could have only belonged to him, and he would always make her feel like she did.
The End
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