Baited (Gladiators of the Gryn #2)

Epilogue

IZZY

A pair of soft wings encloses me as a set of clawed hands wraps around my belly. Blayn nuzzles his way into the crook of my neck, his cocks pressing against the small of my back.

“Good morning,” I murmur as he slowly massages his way down my stomach and between my legs.

“My cocks want you, ,” he says, his voice a sleepy rasp. “I was dreaming about being inside you, and I woke up,” he adds, unnecessarily.

In our nest, sparkling objects he’s found twist and tinkle melodiously. The dwelling we have on Aztralis is perfect. Blayn works with his brother, Rangr, and fathers, Leon and Rury, providing security services on the planet and consultancy to those beyond. His two dads—because Mochi females always have more than one male—are the kindest, gentlest massive lion-like creatures, both with a similar sense of humor.

They did so much to break down the walls Blayn had put up, play fighting with him, making sure he knew how far to take things. Being there to talk him down when he went into gladiator mode.

And when he’d had enough, he always returned to my arms, to my touch, to me, letting me soothe him through the thoughtbond and through fingers in his feathers.

It’s entirely possible, sometimes he might have pretended to be riled up in order to get his special treatment…

As for his mother, Cherata, she is the bravest, most wonderful female I’ve ever had the opportunity of meeting. I absolutely could not want for a better mother-in-law. In fact she was the one who insisted on taking our little Jyri these last two nova-days so we could have some time to ourselves.

Time we’ve spent mostly in bed, and it’s been glorious.

This morning, Blayn is as open as a book, his thoughtbond telling me exactly what he wants.

Another youngling.

“You smell delicious. I want to fill your belly, make you all ripe and round again,” he murmurs in my ears, his hands roving over my skin.

“You really want another?” I query.

“I want many, many younglings. I adore you when you are filled with young.” Blayn nibbles at my neck, sending shivers through me. “I want my second cock to swell in you. To feel you pulsing over me as you take every bit of my seed into your womb. I want to breed you over and over.”

He rocks his hips behind me, the tip of his main cock breaching my entrance briefly. I’m already wet for him and his exhortation of pregnancy has only made things wetter. He adores my body and all the more since I’m still breastfeeding and still carrying some of the pregnancy weight.

“You’re my fertile little mate, and I need to fill you,” Blayn murmurs in my ear.

“What if our Jyri is a one off?” I whisper back. “What if I can’t get pregnant again?”

Our son is a month old and sleeps like the dead, although when he’s awake, rather like his father, he’s either watching everything or eating. The day he starts flying is going to be the one which stops my heart.

Although seeing Blayn cradle the tiny baby in his arms for the first time very nearly did the same.

“It won’t be, I know it. You’re going to have so many younglings we’ll be able to repopulate the Gryn on our own.” Blayn chuckles, rolling me onto my back so he can lap at my nipples.

I’m ready to feed Jyri so he doesn’t have to do much before, after a tingle, my milk lets down and he’s licking away the beads of white, enjoying himself immensely as my thighs are nudged apart and I have a huge gladiator between my legs.

Blayn sits back as he notches himself at my entrance, sliding in all of what has to be an inch or two and leaving me panting for more.

“I will never get tired of seeing your cunt wrapped around my cocks,” he breathes and drives into me, leaving me gasping as I stretch and feel every single node on his incredible members.

“And I love you before me like this.” He grins his wicked grin, grasping a hip with one hand and using his finger to toy with my clit as he thrusts slowly and deliberately inside me, ensuring he goes deeper with every movement. “I love seeing you take all of me.” He bottoms out and it is absolute bliss.

As he continues to plunder me, his fingers plucking a rhythm from my clit, I can’t possibly hold on to my climax. Blayn opens his wings, the fragrant feathers sweeping our bed, making everything in our nest tremble as he pulls me to him, hips crashing into me, taking me higher and higher until we’re in the stars above and I freeze.

Then my orgasm crashes over me like an ocean wave, tumbling through me, causing my body to clamp tight onto Blayn, a flood of moisture which, as always, eases the way but takes him by surprise.

“My eregri, you are my little death,” he groans. “And I salute you.”

With a rush, several irregular thrusts, and a groan, I feel the now familiar pinch as his second cock swells inside me, locking us tight as he paints my channel with his hot cum.

Blayn clutches me to him, as if he will never let me go. His hips circle in a slow, deliberate movement designed to grind against my clit and tip me over the edge again, my pussy pulsing, drawing him into me as I try to catch my breath and fail.

Then there is our breathing, ragged and satisfied.

“I am stuck,” Blayn says, his handsome face lit up with mischief and lust.

“You are very stuck.” I wriggle over him, but there’s no movement at all.

“Good,” he says, snuggling his head against mine. “Then soon you will be full again.” He runs his hand over my stomach. “But just in case, I think I should continue to put my cocks in you.”

“Good,” I reply. “Because I think you should too.”