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I lift my head up at that comment and glower down at him. I can feel the pull of his cock against my rim and bite my bottom lip as our eyes meet. I don’t even bother signing. My arms are still too weak.

I do not wish to be free.

And yet you left. You ran. You must yearn for it.

I was pissed off at the time, but I don’t want to be free from you. Not now. Not ever.

Why were you upset?

You wanted to break our bond. I don’t. Not ever.

I see his nostrils flare and feel the possessive way he holds onto me. His knot flares in my hole and I feel the subtle pulse of his seed releasing once more into me, trying to plant his seed for an egg to grow.

I never want to break the bond. I only ever considered it as a last resort. To make sure I could survive the rut without you.

My head rears back, and I know he can see the hurt on my face. Why would he want to not be with me for that? Why would he want another?

He must feel this, must read my mind, because he pulls me in for a long, drawn-out kiss. I do not want another, but I did not want to force this upon you.

I would have given it to you freely if you’d just asked. I hate the secrecy.

He nods, and his nose nuzzles my neck, making me moan with pleasure, and then he pulls away, his rainbow irises meeting mine.

I never want to keep secrets from you. But I fear you will always put your needs last. I want you to always choose yourself.

My eyes roll, and I reach up to kiss him once more, pushing into his mind and making sure it’s clear what I feel, what I want. I will always choose you. If you let me.

He groans, and I feel his knot slacken, his cocks sliding free from my hole. It gapes, open and wide. There is no cum dripping from me, being absorbed into my channel.

The same channel that is ready to be filled again. I know because the absence makes me whine and ache.

Eissa rolls over, his arms bracketing me, his teeth grazing my neck. I want to bite you, to claim you.

Do it. I’m already yours.

He growls, the vibration making me shudder and shake, but he doesn’t pierce my skin, just sends me images through the bond. Of him breeding me, fucking me, taking me.

Yes. Yes, I call back. Take what you need.

I feel the rumble of his moan as he spreads my legs and pushes back inside. I’m still wet, and he slides in easily, the ridges of his cocks bumping along my sensitive rim, making shivers of ecstasy pulse through my body. He’s so big, splitting me wide open once again, but the herb helps, making me slick and gaping. He fits easily.

He fits perfectly.

It helps that the herb is making me wanton with need as well, that I don’t feel complete until the knot is expanding. But I know I’d feel this way regardless. I’ve wanted him inside of me since the moment I laid eyes on him in Vegas.

And now it’s possible.

Eissa’s teeth sink into my skin once more, not breaking it, but enough to make me cry out as he ruts into me, his hips pistoning back and forth as he takes me. My legs are wrapped around his lower back, his tail curling up and over his shoulder, brushing against my lips.

I pull the blunt end into my mouth, and Eissa’s nostrils flare, his hips pounding into me.

You are my soul, my perfect VySytheh.

I know I’m making the most obscene sounds, whimpers and cries, and mumbling incoherent words, my heart full to nearly bursting. Our skin is meeting with slaps, my cock bouncing against my abdomen as he fucks into me.

I come not once, but twice, Eissa’s nostrils flaring as he leans down and laps it up, his tongue lashing against my skin as his cocks impale me.

It’s too much, almost overbearing.