“Why would I speak with her about an assignment? Females are not warriors.”
I often ponder such sentiments, especially now that I know Tansey and our graka. These human females are physically weak, but they are strong-willed and have conviction. They are warriors in their own right.
“A female will become your second one day, as you will become hers. While a warrior will give his life for you, a female will give her heart. If you are deserving.”
That is my issue. I have done nothing to deserve Tansey. I must prove myself.
Kodex nods as if he understands, but he does not. He can’t, not until he grows so close to a female that all he feels is her pain, her needs, her desires. Only then will he understand.
“I will not speak of this assignment to anyone, Neld. Especially my female.”
My thoughts exactly. I can speak of this to no one, especially Tansey.
His words confirm that I’ve chosen the proper second for this mission. I trust Kodex with my life, and he will follow my orders.
“We leave tonight, after the last campfire fades.”
He slams the flat of his blade against his chest before returning to training, while I head off to see my female one last time, in case I never return.
“Going where?”Tansey asks as I thrust into her tight cunt, pushing her deep into the furs of my bed.
“A mission. Do not ask for details.”
She lifts her hips to slam into mine, taking me deep. “I’m asking.”
Of course, she is. “You do not know when to cease, female.”
“I can stop now,” she says, dropping her body down, lying there flat and lifeless.
Vekk, she knows how to play me. I’d much rather have her fire and fight beneath me than a female with no life to her. But I’m not one to give in to blackmail.
I roll onto my back, taking her with me, my cock still inside her.
“You think giving me the top will satisfy me?”
“I will satisfy you. Always.” I buck, throwing her off balance. She grabs hold of my arms to keep from falling, and then I begin in earnest. Lifting her by her hips and thrusting from below, slamming her down on me while watching her breasts bounce. It’s a lovely sight and feels so vekking perfect.
“Oh, god, that’s good,” she says, her words breathless.
Her soft nails dig into my biceps, spurring me to move faster, harder, if only to see the ecstasy cross her face. There’s no fear there, only trust and pleasure.
I love when she depends on me. Being needed again, not by the masses of our people, but by a single female who trusts meand enables me to feel again, is a gift I never expected the gods to bestow on me. I need a female who will share her hopes and dreams with me.
Then it strikes me. Tansey already has. She dreams of having her son again.
She lifts her hips, taking me deeper each time she sinks down on my cock. “Where…are…you…going?” she asks as she rides me.
Vekk, she’s persistent.
“Far from here.” I stop moving, letting her take over, fascinated by the slight circle her lips form as they open and her eyes close as she takes her pleasure.
When her walls squeeze my cock, milking me of my seed, my knot forms.
I fall completely still, unsure if I’m dreaming or awake. A male only knots one female in his life, the one he’s meant to be with. And I knotted Haaka. We had a youngling.
The gods have forgiven me. Tansey and I are meant to be. I’m able to knot her. And have younglings!
The thought of another youngling fills me with joy and terror.
