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Zyren senses the change in my mental state and kisses my forehead. “Good girl. I will remind you of this anytime you need. Do you understand?”

“Yes…”

He catches my chin and my gaze again. “Do you believe me?”

The sweetest warmth yet blossoms through my chest as I answer with the truth. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 11

NOVA

The next two days are both the most wonderful of my life and also the most difficult.

I must rely on Zyren for every little thing. To scratch my nose, to adjust my body, to feed me every bite and offer me every sip.

It’s terrifying. Won’t he become bored? Won’t he decide it’s all too much and come to resent me?

But Zyren’s steady hands never falter.

When an annoying fly—an actual small insectoid creature, not an Arthropoid—buzzes through the kitchen, I learn that I can feel more of Zyren’s emotional state than I thought.

There’s a flicker of annoyance, then bright satisfaction when he spears the fly to death on his nimble stinger.

I realize that if he held even the slightest bit of resentment toward me, I would know. There’s only calm, steady peace as he tends to me—then flares of sudden desire that overwhelm him, sending his cock down my throat, or through my cunt, or up my ass.

Everywhere, my body has become incredibly pliable, ready to stretch and yield for him. Every touch from him is bliss.

That’s not the only way he uses me.

He also idly fingers my cunt as he reads, heedless of my needy mews until he indulges them all at once, stuffing my mouth with his cock as his tongue joins his fingers, tasting my sweet arousal.

Whenever he works me over, I become a desperate, begging mess, aching to cum. I teeter at the edge, tormented, until Zyren’s climax offers me vicarious relief.

Every time, the baseline I return to is a little warmer than the last—a little more heady, a little more distracted by the ever-present pleasure at my core.

When Zyren bathes me and rubs me down with oil, it’s just as erotic as his cock buried in me. I sigh and mew and moan, soon earning another rough fucking and the ecstasy of his heat filling me again.

Zyren feeds me steadily throughout the day. Plenty of fruit to keep me hydrated, and seeds that I lick and suck from his fingers with increasing hunger and urgency.

True to his word, by the end of the next day, my breasts are full and aching for him.

“Look at you,” Zyren whispers in my ear, sitting behind me. His abdomen curls around, affectionately rubbing my thigh.

He hefts my breasts in each hand. “So full for me here…”

I whimper, head falling back against his shoulder.

His palms drift lower, rubbing my taut belly. “And so full here…”

My breath catches with pleasure. He keeps up that gentle, steady torment well past the point my breasts start leaking. It’s as if he wants to see how long he can last, how long he can resist.

My moans become increasingly urgent and desperate, pleading with him to give in, to give me what I crave. I want to see him fall apart again, lose control.

I get my reward.

Zyren’s torso wraps around, bringing his mouth to my breast as his abdomen and legs tighten around me. The strange spiral surrounds me in his cool, flexible chitin, and the feeling of his mouth on my breast is transcendent.

His abdomen spasms and the tip rubs against my leg. His cock and stinger peek out, dripping hot fluid on my skin.