LOGINNYLA. He positions himself behind me and slides inside slowly. Even after eight weeks my body still needs a moment to adjust to his size. When he’s fully seated he holds completely still.“How does this feel?” he asks. “Any discomfort? Any pain?”“No pain. Just need you to move.”He starts thrusting slowly, carefully, like I’m something fragile that might break. It’s good but I want more.“Harder,” I tell him. “I’m not fragile. Fuck me properly.”“I am being cautious.”“Be less cautious. The baby is fine. I’m fine. I need you to stop treating me like I’m delicate and fuck me the way you’ve been fucking me for eight weeks.”He makes a frustrated sound but increases his pace. Those perfect ridges drag against my inner walls and I moan into the bedding.“Better?” he asks.“Much better. Don’t stop.”He fucks me with increasing intensity, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides around to play with my clit. I’m already climbing toward orgasm fast.“I am going to breed you again,”
NYLAWeek eight arrives with the pregnancy test scheduled for this morning and I’m more nervous than I expected to be.Thaellis hasn’t left my side since we woke up. His huge hand rests on my lower stomach like he’s already protecting something growing there.“Whatever the result, we continue,” he says for the third time this morning. “If you are not yet pregnant, we simply maintain the breeding protocol.”“You mean you get to keep fucking me six times a day.”“Seven times yesterday,” he corrects. “You were particularly insatiable after the evening meal.”He’s not wrong. Last night I’d climbed onto his cock while he was trying to review research data and rode him for over an hour until we were both sweating and incoherent.The medical technician arrives with the testing equipment. She’s human, middle-aged, and completely professional as she runs the scanner over my abdomen.“Congratulations,” she says after a moment. “Pregnancy confirmed. Approximately seven weeks gestation based on f
NYLAThree weeks into the breeding program and my body has adapted in ways I didn’t think possible.We’re not doing the minimum three sessions anymore. We’re averaging six times a day now and I’m the one initiating most of them.Thaellis is in the bathing chamber when I wake up, his bioluminescent patterns visible through the frosted glass as he cleans himself. I can see the outline of his massive body moving and my thighs clench automatically.Three weeks of being fucked by a nine-foot alien with a ridged cock and stamina that borders on supernatural has rewired something fundamental in my brain. I’m addicted to it now. To him. To the way he fills me so completely that I can’t think about anything except the sensation of those ridges dragging against every sensitive spot inside me.I slip out of bed and walk to the bathing chamber. He’s standing under the waterfall shower and when I open the door his head turns.“Nyla. You are awake earlier than usual.”“I need you.”His bioluminesce
NYLA.His cock is proportional to his massive body, which means it’s significantly larger than any human male I’ve ever encountered. But it’s also structurally different. The entire shaft is covered in raised ridges that run in spiral patterns from base to tip, and every ridge pulses with the same bioluminescent glow as the rest of his skin. He’s already partially aroused and I can see it growing harder as I watch.“Oh,” I say inadequately.“Does my appearance frighten you?”“It’s just considerably bigger than what I’m accustomed to.”“The medical compatibility team provided assurance that you can accommodate my full size with proper preparation. I will use my hands and mouth extensively first to ensure you are completely ready before attempting penetration.” He moves closer with careful steps. “May I touch you now?”“Yes.”His hands are enormous, easily spanning my entire waist with room to spare. He lifts me like I weigh absolutely nothing and carries me to the oversized bed desig
NYLA.The recruiter slides the contract across the polished desk and I stare at the number with more zeros than I’ve ever seen attached to my name.“Twelve million credits,” she says in the practiced tone of someone who’s delivered this speech hundreds of times. “Paid in full upon confirmed pregnancy. Complete medical care throughout gestation and postpartum. Childcare stipend continues until the child reaches legal maturity at eighteen standard years.”“And all I have to do is get pregnant by an alien.”“By a Dravon male, yes. To be specific.” She folds her hands on the desk. “The species is facing extinction. A genetic mutation three generations ago resulted in ninety percent male births. They need human females willing to participate in the interspecies breeding program to ensure survival of their civilization.”I look at the holographic display rotating slowly above the desk. A Dravon male stands there rendered in perfect detail. He’s absolutely massive, easily nine feet tall, w
SABLE. I don’t know if it’s my own desire or Kael’s influence or some combination of both, but something primal takes over. I grab Kiera’s hair and yank her head back, exposing her throat, and bite down hard enough to bruise. She groans and her hands turn rough on my skin, gripping and claiming and leaving marks of her own.We fall onto the bed and the collision is immediately aggressive. She flips me onto my stomach with practiced ease and her hand comes down hard on my ass. The sharp sting makes me gasp and the war mark burns hotter against my chest.MORE. HARDER. MAKE HER SUBMIT TO YOUR STRENGTH.I twist in her grip with strength that feels borrowed from somewhere divine and flip our positions. I pin Kiera’s wrists above her head with one hand, using my body weight to hold her down. Her eyes go wide and delighted.“There it is,” she says breathlessly. “There’s the War God coming through.”I don’t remember making the conscious decision to bite her breast but suddenly I am, hard en
MAYA.We do eventually make it back downstairs.Dinner's not actually burned—Dalen had turned it off before we went upstairs, which shows impressive forethought considering how desperate we both were. We eat coq au vin wearing minimal clothing (him in boxers, me in his flannel shirt) and it's delic
MAYA.We barely make it to his room.We're kissing the whole way up the stairs, stumbling, hands grabbing. He pushes me against the hallway wall halfway up and kisses me until I can't breathe, one thigh between my legs, and I grind against him like I'm in heat."Bedroom," I gasp."Right. Fuck. Yeah
TALI.I manage to avoid Cain for almost a week.Which is impressive, considering our parents are constantly trying to arrange family bonding activities. I make excuses. Work. Friends. A sudden stomach flu.My mother's getting suspicious, but I don't care.Because every time I close my eyes, I see h
TALI.I hate my mother.That's the thought running through my head as I down my third whiskey sour, sitting alone at the hotel bar like some kind of cliché. But it's true. I fucking hate her.Not in a normal "mom's annoying" way. In a deep, visceral way that makes me want to scream every time she c







