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Our tattoo kissed, and I thought I saw white sparks hissing from them… but it might have just been my imagination.
As I drilled her, a slither of sweat formed on my body.
Nova wore a frown that creased her brow that rose and fell with intensity but never disappeared.
Every few thrusts, I slammed my cock harder inside her, and she threw back her head and cried out, half in joy, half in pain.
Then I worked her up, going deeper and faster and faster until, finally, she screamed.
And then I pummeled her even harder.
My orgasm nipped at my heels as I heard her, felt her tighten around me, and my balls clenched and I pumped her with my seed.
Panting with exertion, I lay down beside her.
My scales formed rounder, more bulbous mounds to help reduce my body heat.
Nova clung to me and began to drift off before I could even get my arm around her.
If this lovemaking session was anything to go by, I couldn’t wait to play with her every day of our bonding.
* * *
The early morning light streamed through the tiny slits in the wall, casting soft shadows across the cell.
The air was still, but there was a gentle hum that pervaded Ikmal prison every morning — the vibrations of a facility that never truly slept.
I watched Nova stir, her lashes fluttering open to greet the new day.
The way her hair sprawled over the pillow, capturing the glint of the rising sun, left me captivated.
She looked ethereal, almost as if she didn’t belong in this dank and dreary place.
But even as she rose, stretching her arms and yawning adorably, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of discontentment.
The night had been incredible, both passionate and tender.
However, somewhere deep within, I’d hoped for more.
I’d hoped for that indescribable connection between fated mates, something that transcended the physical.
The perfume of her, like fresh blossoms after a spring rain, teased my nostrils, pulling me back from my introspection.
The subtle sounds of her breathing, the light rustle of the sheets, and the soft patter of her feet against the cold floor filled the room, wrapping around me like a familiar tune.
But it was when she spoke, that the weight of reality truly hit.
“I’m glad you were my first in this place,” Nova whispered, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.
Her eyes, full of gratitude, locked onto mine.
I smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose. “Mine too,” I murmured, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me.
It was moments like these that left me wondering if perhaps I was seeking something that didn’t exist, a connection born out of myths.
“Really?” Nova chuckled her laughter a balm to my unspoken doubts. “I find it hard to believe you’ve never Claimed a Prize before. You’re such an incredible fighter, Ashale.”
I shrugged, the truth more complex than I cared to admit. “I train the fighters, I don’t become one of them.”
