“My probe. It’s coming out. That’s what you’re feeling.”
“Your…” She frowned. “What is that?”
He cocked his head in that adorable, bird-like way of his. “My probe. That thing you felt pulling out of you. It pierces a female’s cervix when my people mate.”
“Huh?” Grace blinked, surprised. “You have something like that? I didn’t see anything.”
“You wouldn’t. It comes out of the head of my cock only when I orgasm.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “The females of my species have a closed cervix until the first time they have sex. And it must be re-pierced each time. Yours is just kind of open though.”
She shivered. “Yeah, I… Wait, so you came inside me? I mean, like,insideme.”
“Yes,” he groaned, the word coming out like a moan after tasting something particularly delicious. “I have claimed your womb, my pretty female.”
“Oh,” she laughed nervously. “I guess it’s good I had my ovulation turned off, huh?”
“Why would that be good?” He frowned, a tiny flash of hurt crossing his face that was quickly concealed behind his usual, partially smiling mask. “Ah, I see. You do not wish for younglings. I hear some human females are like that. I understand. I have my own reservations-”
“No,” Grace cut him off, laughing. A sound that turned into a low moan when the rocking of her body just moved his softening cock inside her. He might be getting smaller, but that didn’t make himsmall, and her freshly and thoroughly fucked body was still sensitive. “That’s not what I meant. I’d be happy to have younglings with you, silly. I just meant that maybe not rightnow. I haven’t even officially moved in yet.”
He was still for another second before his face relaxed. He nuzzled the side of her head. “You don’t have to lie. If you don’t want young with me, I would understand.”
“Yeah, that didn’t look like an ‘understanding’ face.”
“I said I would understand, not that I’d be thrilled,” he admitted cautiously. “It is strange. I did not think I wanted younglings. But… the more I think of it, the more I like the idea. I would like to breed you, my female. To have a hatchling of our own. But I wouldn’t blame you if you wouldn’t want to grant young to someone like me.”
Grace paused before pushing against the table. Trying to sit up. The silent move prompted Sway to stand straight as well. He stepped back, pulling free of her with a groan. One that she mimicked as her legs shook, unable to stand straight. She had to use the table to hold her weight as she turned around, looking back at him in time to see his cock sliding back into his body.
There was nothing she could see emerging from the head, but she wasn’t surprised. His probe, whatever it was, had already done its job. She still felt the heat of his seed inside her, but the only thing dripping down her legs was her own orgasm. The clear slick was sticky and getting cold between her thighs.
But she pushed that thought aside as she focused back on his face.
“What do you mean?” She asked, trying to find the strength to stand. And failing.
Sway immediately took her by the hips and lifted her up, setting her on the table again. She made a sound low in her throat. The pressure of the table on her sensitive bits wasn’t precisely comfortable, not after the pounding she just took, but she ignored it, holding Sway’s shoulders to make sure that he couldn’t run away.
“What did you mean by that?” She asked again, looking him right in the eyes.
He shifted uncomfortably, but his hands didn’t leave her hips, and he didn’t try to step away. “You know what I mean.”
“I really don’t.” She frowned, upset at the way his crest was lowering, pressing back against his skull like it usually did. “What’s so bad about you?”
He gave her a dull look.
She scoffed. “I meant besides all the murder.”
“You need something else?” He grinned, and it was only then that the ridiculousness of what she just said really hit her.
Had there really been a time when she ran away from him when he told her what he was? And now she was brushing it off like it was nothing. Had she become more enlightened, or was she falling in moral character? It was hard to tell, and she didn’t really want to know. Not when she was still enjoying the pleasured soreness of her body and the warmth of his.
“You’re not a bad person,” she finally mumbled.
Sway, so sweet and tender, pushed some of the hair from her face and gave her a sad smile. “That’s the thing, Grace. I really am. You can try to defend me, you can even forgive me, and I appreciate both. But the fact remains that I am a monster.”
“You’re not a monster! You’re a survivor!” She grabbed him, holding tight to the feathers of his chest as she gave him a hard look.
He just smiled at her indulgently. “A distinction I don’t think my people would share.”
“Sway…”
