Primal Bond (Warlords of Vasz #4)

31. Chapter 31

The soft grass tickled Finn's back. He lay next to Zanik, staring up at the shimmering stars. The night sky above Vasz was a vast expanse of glistening points, a serene canopy that never failed to take his breath away. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves around them, carrying with it the scents of the forest and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures.

Finn felt an odd sense of peace, one he hadn’t thought possible months ago.

He thought back to when he first arrived in Rael’s village. The Borraq here were nothing like Urlek or Rivek. Finn had to unlearn so many of his preconceived notions. The Borraq he lived among now valued honor and family, their culture rich and complex, far beyond the cruelty he had experienced.

He was surprised by how they accepted him, a human, into their fold. It felt... right, in a way he never thought it could.

Finn turned his head, his gaze settling on Zanik. In the starlight, Zanik’s golden skin seemed to glow, his muscular frame relaxed on the grass beside him. Zanik had changed since they left the smuggling life behind. He was still arrogant, still wore that black leather that made Finn's heart race, but there was an ease about him now, a peace that had been absent before.

"You ever think we’d end up here?" Finn’s voice broke the comfortable silence, low and thoughtful.

Zanik chuckled, a deep sound that Finn felt more than heard. "Not in a million cycles. But I’m glad we did."

Finn shifted closer, feeling the warmth radiating from Zanik's body. "It's strange, you know? Living here... it's different."

Zanik’s hand found his, their fingers intertwining. "You’ve adapted well. Better than I expected."

Finn smiled, his eyes drifting back to the sky. "I guess I had to. Or maybe I just wanted to. It feels like home."

They lay in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the village at night. The distant calls of creatures, the rustle of leaves, the rhythmic breathing of their peaceful environment all blended into a soothing symphony. Finn felt Zanik's thumb brush over his knuckles, a simple, grounding touch that made his heart swell.

Finn broke the silence, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "So, do you miss all the excitement? Dodging bounty hunters and skirting the law?"

Zanik turned to him, a hint of amusement dancing in his icy stare. "Not even for a moment. I have all the excitement I need right here." He captured Finn's hand in his own, his grip warm and firm. "With you."

Finn's heart skipped a beat at Zanik's words. There was something so sincere in his tone, a depth that made the air around them feel charged. It was as if the stars themselves leaned in to listen.

"You know, for a fearsome Borraq smuggler, you sure are sappy," Finn shot back, laughter bubbling up.

Zanik's expression shifted, a playful sense of challenge washing over him. " Sappy? Would you prefer if I threw you down in the grass and ravish you like a beast?"

Well, that certainly was a suggestion…

Finn's eyes traced the sharp angles of Zanik’s jaw and the impressive curve of his horns that crowned his head. The way Zanik towered over him always made Finn feel small, yet it was a comforting presence, like being enveloped in warmth.

His pulse quickened. The look in Zanik’s eyes stirred something within him, igniting a spark of excitement. With a quick motion, he straddled Zanik. "Maybe I'll throw you down instead," Finn said, his voice light and teasing. He could feel Zanik’s laughter beneath him, the warmth radiating off the Borraq’s body palpable.

It was a stupid joke. Zanik could throw him off at any stage, far more muscular than Finn's still-thin body could dream of managing. Zanik's eyes gleamed with amusement. "You think you can hold me down like this? You’re going to regret it."

Finn chuckled, reveling in the moment. "Regret? Nah. I think the opposite."

Zanik's muscles tensed under him, a powerful figure pretending to be restrained by Finn’s playful hold. The contrast between their bodies was stark; Zanik’s greater size and strength a constant reminder of his nature as a Borraq. But Finn found comfort in the differences. They only made their connection more unique, more special.

Finn settled deeper on Zanik's lap, his heart thrumming as he looked down at him. The Borraq was in his element here on Vasz, among the clan and the wilds. Since they had arrived, Zanik had taken to claiming Finn in ways that made him feel like the most desirable creature in the galaxy. Each possessive glance and primal gesture sent heat racing through Finn’s body, igniting a fire within him that he hadn’t known existed.

The memories of Urlek flashed through his mind, dark and heavy. Urlek had used Finn’s body as if he were nothing but an object, a toy for his twisted amusement. Finn had felt like the lowest of the low, a thing to be tossed aside when it suited Urlek’s whims. But now, under Zanik’s gaze, everything changed. The way Zanik looked at him was a stark contrast — a raw desire mixed with admiration, as if Finn were the most precious thing in the universe. It made Finn’s heart swell and his cheeks flush.

“You're thinking too much,” Zanik’s voice rumbled, breaking him from his thoughts.

It was true. Finn let those thoughts disappear like smoke. He smirked, leaning closer. “I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have a big strong hunk like you to boss around.”

Zanik chuckled. “ You boss me around?” Zanik’s voice held a playful challenge, but there was genuine excitement beneath it. “I don't think so. You’d make a terrible master.”

“Would I?” Finn leaned back, adopting a mock-serious tone. “I could make you do anything I wanted.”

Zanik’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. “You think you can train me? You might be in over your head.”

Finn’s heart raced. “You’re right, I’d have to be careful. I wouldn’t want to let you get away.”

Zanik rocked up underneath Finn, the warmth radiating from his body sinking into Finn's. “And what would you do if I tried to escape?”

“I’d catch you,” Finn whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I can be pretty fast when I want to.”

Zanik laughed. His expression shifted, his eyes darkening with a mixture of arousal and danger. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down Finn’s spine. Finn could feel the muscles beneath him tense, Zanik’s body responding to the charged atmosphere.

“You really think you could handle me?” Zanik’s voice was low, almost a growl.

Finn grinned, his heart racing. “I know I could. I’d make you fetch me things. Maybe I’d even have you cook for me. Bet you’d look good in an apron.”

Zanik chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “You’d have to capture me first.”

“Oh, I’d catch you,” Finn replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “And once I did, I’d have you on your knees.”

The air between them crackled with anticipation. Finn could feel Zanik growing hard beneath him, the unmistakable presence of both of Zanik’s cocks pressing against him.

With a teasing smile, Finn shifted his weight, feeling the heat radiating from Zanik’s body. He reached down, his fingers grazing the waistband of Zanik’s pants. Slowly, deliberately, he began to tug them down, exposing Zanik to the cool night air.

“You’re a brat, Finn,” Zanik murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"But I'm your brat.”

Zanik's gaze was smoldering. "You are."

Finn’s heart swelled at the possessive tone in Zanik’s voice. He loved pushing Zanik’s buttons, loved the way it made them both feel alive.

As he pulled Zanik’s pants further down, Finn’s fingers brushed against the hard, warm length of Zanik’s cocks. The sensation sent a thrill through him, a heady mix of control and arousal.

His mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. He loved the way Zanik looked at him, the way his body responded to Finn’s touch. It was empowering, intoxicating. Finn felt a rush of excitement at the control he held, the way he could make Zanik tremble with just a touch.

“See?” Finn said, his voice playful. “You’re already halfway there.”

With a final tug, he freed Zanik, revealing the Borraq’s twin alien cocks. They were impressive, thick and veined, a deep golden hue that matched his skin. The twin members throbbed with life, the tips glistening with precome. Each one pulsed with restrained desire, and Finn could feel the heat radiating off them.

Zanik’s muscles tensed, a growl rumbling in his chest as he fought to hold himself back from taking Finn then and there, and all the blood left Finn's head.

For a moment, Finn’s resolve wavered. The thought of Zanik pressing him down into the grass, claiming him under the starlit sky, sent a rush of desire through him. But he held himself back, summoning all his willpower.

The game they were playing was too fun to abandon now.

“Look at you,” Finn chided, his voice a mix of teasing and authority. “So eager and unrestrained, Zanik. You really are poorly trained.”

He let his fingertips graze the lengths of Zanik’s cocks, the lightest of touches that made Zanik’s breath hitch. The reaction sent a thrill through Finn, making him feel powerful. He continued to barely tease Zanik, his fingers dancing along the heated skin, driving Zanik wild with need.

“Finn…” Zanik growled, his voice thick with restrained desire.

“Patience,” Finn whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re supposed to be my slave, remember? I give the orders here.”

Zanik’s eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and arousal, his body trembling beneath Finn’s teasing touch. The power dynamic between them shifted with every breath, every playful taunt. Finn felt a rush of excitement, knowing he had this effect on Zanik.

With deliberate slowness, Finn began to strip off his own clothes, tossing them into the Vaszian grass. The cool night air kissed his bare skin, heightening his senses. He could feel Zanik’s eyes on him, the Borraq’s gaze devouring every inch of his exposed body.

Finn settled back on top of Zanik, feeling the Borraq’s twin cocks press against his skin. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.

Zanik’s growl deepened, his hands gripping the grass as he fought to control himself. Finn marveled at the sight before him. Zanik's twin cocks were already leaking thick, slick precome, glistening in the starlight. The sheer volume of it made Finn's fingers glide effortlessly as he teased the heads. The sensation of Zanik's alien precome coating his skin sent a thrill through him. He loved everything about Zanik's Borraq anatomy. Not only did it mean twice the fun, but the practicality of having two cocks was something Finn found endlessly fascinating.

"You know," Finn began, his voice dripping with playful malice, "I know all the things you want to do to me right now. But I won’t let you. Not yet. Because I’m in charge."

The only answer he got was a growl, the sound vibrating through his entire body.

Slowly, deliberately, Finn moved one slick finger to his own entrance. He felt the cool night air kiss his skin as he began to stroke himself, teasing the rim before sliding the finger in. The sensation made him shiver, his body reacting to the intrusion with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He looked down at Zanik, whose normally-icy stare was now molten with desire. Zanik's eyes tracked every movement of Finn’s fingers, watching intently as they disappeared into Finn’s body. The Borraq’s twin cocks throbbed, the sight of Finn pleasuring himself having an effect.

"See something you like?" Finn teased, his voice breathless but firm.

Zanik's growl deepened, his body hot beneath Finn. "You’re going to regret teasing me like this."

"Maybe," Finn replied, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "But that's a problem for later."

With that, he added another finger, the slickness making the entry smooth. He moaned softly, feeling the stretch and the fullness. His eyes locked onto Zanik’s, savoring the hunger and desperation in the Borraq’s gaze.

Each thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through him, but the real thrill came from watching Zanik’s reaction. Finn could see the way Zanik’s cocks twitched, the Borraq’s body straining to hold back.

He loved this. He loved teasing Zanik, being a brat, being playful — and he loved the way that Zanik indulged him, letting Finn pretend to boss him around.

Finn bit his lip, riding his fingers as he arched his back, lost in the sensations coursing through him. Each movement sent shivers up his spine, a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation building within him. He felt the cool night air on his exposed skin, contrasting with the heat pooling deep inside him.

His breath came in shallow gasps as he quickened his pace, fingers moving rhythmically, seeking that sweet spot that made stars explode behind his eyelids. But it wasn’t enough. The teasing, the self-control — he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan of frustration and need, he broke, reaching for one of Zanik’s cocks.

“Finally giving in?” Zanik’s voice was rough with desire, but a smirk played on his lips.

Finn laughed breathlessly. “Giving in? Never. Just taking what's mine.”

Zanik’s growl was low, reverberating through the air as Finn straddled his lap, Zanik's cocks hard against the inside of Finn's spread thighs.

It had been an adventure, discovering all the ways to enjoy Zanik's anatomy. Sucking both at once, seeing how greedy he could get… frotting with his own cock sandwiched between them, the friction driving him wild…

There were so many ways to play, but sometimes, the basics were the best.

Finn pressed the head of one cock against his hole, shivering at the contact. Slowly, he began to sink down, the thick pressure breaching him. He gasped, the sensation of being filled making his toes curl.

Zanik’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on Finn’s thighs. “More,” Zanik growled, his other cock hard and slick between Finn’s thighs, pressing against his own.

Finn gathered his breath, steadying himself. Inch by inch, he sank down, feeling every ridge, every vein. The stretch was exquisite, the sensation of being filled overwhelming. His heart raced, and he could feel the pulse of Zanik’s cock inside him, a living, throbbing presence.

He was filled, surrounded, connected in a way that made everything else fade away.

As he moved, his thoughts were a jumble of emotions and sensations. The way Zanik’s hands held him, the look in his eyes, the sheer physicality of their connection — it all melded into a perfect moment. Finn felt a deep sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be.

Finn began to move, slowly at first, feeling every inch of Zanik’s thick cock stretching him. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that made his toes curl. He could feel the heat of Zanik’s body beneath him, the Borraq’s strong hands steadying him as he rode.

With each thrust, Finn felt himself growing bolder, his movements becoming more confident. He rocked his hips, taking Zanik deeper, feeling the way Zanik’s cock filled him completely. It was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

“God, Zanik,” Finn moaned, his voice breathless and filled with need.

Zanik’s grip tightened on his hips, his icy blue eyes darkening with desire. “Keep going, Finn. I want to hear you.”

The words sent a shiver down Finn’s spine, spurring him on. He began to ride Zanik faster, the friction driving him wild. He could feel Zanik’s other cock rubbing against his own, adding to the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.

It was as if they were two halves of a whole, perfectly in sync. Finn’s breath came in shallow gasps, his moans growing louder with each thrust. He bit his lip, trying to stay quiet, but the pleasure was too much. Zanik noticed, his eyes sharp with need.

“Don’t,” Zanik growled, thrusting up harder into him. “I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I treat my mate.”

The words broke Finn’s control. He threw his head back, letting himself make noise. His moans echoed in the wilderness, a primal sound that seemed to drive Zanik wild. The Borraq’s hands gripped him tighter, holding him in place as Zanik bounced him on his cock with a relentless rhythm.

Finn felt giddy, the pleasure overwhelming him. He rode Zanik faster, his movements becoming more frantic. The sensation of Zanik’s cock inside him was intense, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through his body. He could feel the heat building between them, their connection growing stronger with each moment.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zanik reached his climax, coming inside Finn with a force that took his breath away.

Finn gasped, feeling the warmth spread within him. He could feel Zanik’s come filling him, the heat spreading through his body. The sensation was both overwhelming and deeply intimate, a physical manifestation of their bond.

Once upon a time, that had felt dirty.

Now, it felt like the most romantic thing in the world.

Finn's breath came in ragged gasps, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. He looked down at Zanik, feeling a rush of power and desire as he commanded, “More, Zanik. I need more.”

Zanik’s eyes blazed with a mixture of lust and love, his strong hands gripping Finn’s hips. “You’re insatiable,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

“Then keep up,” Finn shot back.

In one swift motion, Zanik flipped Finn onto the grass. Finn laughed, the sound mingling with the rustle of leaves beneath him. Zanik’s powerful body loomed over him, panting with lust. Finn’s heart raced as he looked up at Zanik, undone and wild. Even in the throes of passion, Zanik was a picture of strength and arrogance, his features sharp and handsome, his icy blue eyes burning with intensity.

Finn’s body felt electrified, every nerve ending alight with sensation. He was full of Zanik’s come, his body aching but still needing more.

Zanik’s size always amazed Finn. The Borraq’s broad shoulders and muscular frame dwarfed his own. As Zanik pressed him down into the grass, Finn felt the difference in their sizes acutely. Zanik’s powerful hands held him in place, the weight of his body a comforting pressure. Finn loved the way Zanik could make him feel small and cherished all at once.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Zanik positioned himself. Finn felt the thick head of Zanik’s second cock pressing against his entrance, and he bit his lip in anticipation. The sensation was intense, the stretch a delicious ache as Zanik began to slide into his already-used hole.

Finn’s body responded eagerly, his back arching as he moaned. The feeling of being filled again was overwhelming, every inch of Zanik’s cock sending waves of pleasure through him. His inner thoughts were a jumble of desire and love, the connection between them deepening with every thrust.

“Fuck, Zanik,” Finn gasped, his voice breathless.

Zanik’s growl was low and primal, his movements powerful and controlled. “You feel so good, Finn.”

Finn’s hands gripped the grass, his body trembling with each thrust. The sensation of Zanik inside him was everything he needed, a perfect blend of pleasure and connection. He could feel the heat building between them, their bond growing stronger with every moment.

As Zanik moved, Finn’s thoughts were filled with a mix of awe and adoration. He loved everything about Zanik — the strength, the intensity, the way he made Finn feel whole. In that moment, under the stars on Vasz, nothing else mattered but their connection, their love, and the endless possibilities that lay ahead.

Finn felt every inch of Zanik’s thick cock stretching him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, and filled with an intensity that left Finn breathless. Zanik’s rhythm was unrelenting, each movement pushing Finn closer to the edge but never beyond it.

Every thrust drove deeper, the sensation a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure. Finn’s breath came in shallow gasps, his mind a haze of ecstasy. He could feel the heat pooling in his core, the tension building with every moment.

“Zanik,” Finn moaned, his voice barely a whisper.

“Come for me, Finn,” Zanik commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Finn’s body obeyed, the intensity of his climax overtaking him. His back arched, his muscles tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He felt his come splashing over his own chest, the warmth spreading across his skin. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy.

As he came, Finn’s body throbbed around Zanik’s cock, milking it, wanting it all. He could feel every pulse, every inch of Zanik inside him, their connection deepening with each moment.

Zanik’s growl grew louder, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Finn,” he moaned, his voice filled with raw need.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zanik reached his own climax. Finn felt the hot rush of Zanik’s come filling him for a second time, the sensation a primal, erotic pleasure that left him breathless.

Finn sprawled on the soft grass, Zanik guiding him down. He pillowed his head on Zanik’s broad chest. The night sky above them was a sea of stars, twinkling like scattered diamonds. The cool night air was a welcome relief against their heated skin, their lovemaking still tingling in Finn’s veins.

“You know,” Finn murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on Zanik’s chest, “I never thought I’d end up here. Under the stars, with a big, grumpy Borraq warrior.”

Zanik’s rumbling chuckle vibrated through Finn’s body. “Grumpy, huh? I think you’re confusing me with someone else.”

Finn grinned, tilting his head to look up at Zanik. “Oh, no. You’re definitely the grumpy one. Always growling and glaring. It’s a wonder you didn’t scare me off.”

Zanik’s fingers brushed through Finn’s hair, a tender gesture that made Finn’s heart ache with love. “You? Scared off? I’ve seen you face down slavers without flinching. You’re not afraid of anything.”

Finn’s smile softened, his thoughts drifting to the journey that had brought them here. The pain, the fear, the fight for survival — it all seemed distant now, like a bad dream fading in the morning light. “Maybe not,” he admitted, his voice quieter. “But I was afraid of losing myself. Of not having anything to hold on to.”

Zanik’s arms tightened around him, pulling him closer. “You’ve got me now,” he said simply, his voice a comforting rumble. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Finn closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of Zanik’s embrace. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m not letting you go either.”

They lay in silence for a while, the only sounds the soft rustling of leaves and their shared breaths. Finn’s thoughts wandered, a sense of peace settling over him. He had found more than just a protector in Zanik. He had found a partner, a lover, someone who saw him for who he was, what he'd gone through — and loved him anyway.

Under the stars, Finn felt truly at home. His journey had been long and hard, but in Zanik’s arms, he had found a love that made it all worthwhile.

And for the first time in a long time, he felt perfectly content.

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