Mating In Captivity Indigo Novels & Stories

Kael asked, his voice gone tight with fresh fear. Ada's eyes moved between the two of us, and I watched her visibly steel herself before answering. "The texts describe it as a severing of something precious to maintain balance," she said. "Historically, that's meant the parents' own mate bond. Performing this ritual might mean sacrificing the very bond between the two of you, permanently, in order to secure Lena's freedom from the binding Ines placed on her." The room went utterly silent. I felt Kael go rigid beside me, his hand tightening around mine with a desperate, unconscious pressure.

dropping my gaze down to my steel-tipped boots which glimmered against the warm yellow bathroom light, I added, "There's something else." "What do you mean there's something else?" Fear drenched her tone. Was she scared of being mated to me? Drawing in a large breath which inflated my chest, I admitted, "You have to let Orion touch you." "What?" The squeak in her voice forced my gaze to collide with her wide-eyed appalled disposition. "On the cliff, you weren't feeling the things you were only for me. Don't bother lying about it. You have to let him touch you—" "I can't be mated to two men. That's impossible. A fated mate bond only bonds two souls together."

Sliding it free, she carried it back to my corner table. I flipped through the page, reading every text, every photo. And finally, something caught my eye. “Mating Behaviors In Canids.” My fingers traced the letters before I started reading: “Among canines, mating involves a copulatory tie, commonly known as ‘knotting.’ After penetration, the male’s penis (the bulbus glandis) swells, effectively locking him inside the female. This tie ensures sperm retention and may last anywhere from five to thirty minutes, during which the pair is physically unable to separate. Both wild and domestic canids exhibit this behavior.”

Once, a pregnant female was separated from her first chance mate after a decisive one-on-one battle. The rules for interracial mating were complicated because if a woman met two mates from different species, they were allowed to fight until death. The winner got to complete the bond with that woman as a reward, a sign that he was mightier than the dead one. The mere notion of Vincent’s drastic change made me shudder. I couldn’t endure the big bad Alpha’s monstrous mode of my affectionate mate Deep in my thoughts, I experienced a massive jump scare when Vincent tapped my shoulder and spoke softly,

Her gold beak pierces through the scales on his back as they both fly higher, the dance of mating. Blood coats Jaka when Bedelia releases him, moving to his chest. Her talons rake down his chest as his jaws snap at us. She shrieks as she throws her head forward and rakes her beak down his neck. When she opens her mouth and bites down, he groans. His torn wings wrap around her when I feel the pain in my neck. I scream my back arches off the floor. When I feel it happening, they are mating in the sky as they both free fall in each other’s embrace.

It was nearly six months after Pele was born that Emmi approached me one day, saying that she wanted to try the mating in the sky that Phoenix had talked about. “You want to mate in the sky?” I ask her. “I do. I want to experience everything with you, my mate.” So we had flown, our bodies connecting in flight, while we floated in the air, the feel of the elements around us. The freedom of mating in flight had been exhilarating, almost too much when we’d both come together, Emmi screeching her release as I roared mine. At first, it was Emmi in phoenix form underneath my dragon form, but then I’d flipped us, using my large dragon wings to keep up in the air as we’d mated over and over again. A

Elias's explanation caught me by surprise. "What the hell are you saying?" I sat upright, looking at the side of his face. "Elias is trying to say that newly mated couples end up having sex in the ballroom or the surroundings. Usually, pups are locked inside to avoid corrupting them and to give mates the space they need to cement their bonds," Maribel deadpanned, smoothing her hand over her skirt. "How hard is it to control that particular urge?" I asked, then chewed on the inside of my cheek, dreading the answer.

Xavier had the scent of a vanilla cupcake which made my mouth water and my knees to bend. Desmond on the other hand had this scent of pine and pumpkin which flattered my nostrils and made me crave for his touches. The bond between all of us intensified and Carlos eventually said, "We are moving to the next stage which is the mating process. We have to do this to strengthen our bond. To break it to you, I shall mate with you first," Carlos emphasized as he held my hands softly while I widened my eyes a little. Not that I didn't crave to be with him but I was scared of mating for the first time.

The walls vibrated with the sound. Another howl answered from deeper within the estate grounds. Then a third. The Wolves of Veyne Forest. Lena’s heart raced. “Are they… angry?” “No.” Damien’s eyes narrowed, sharp and glowing faintly with silver. “They’re bowing.” “Bowing?” He turned to her slowly. “They’re welcoming their new anchor.” She froze. “What?” Damien stepped closer, brushing his fingers gently across the completed mark on her chest. “You broke the curse. You restored the bond. The wolves feel it they're connected to the magic the same way I am.” His voice dropped. “To you.”

An ovulating mate suffers about the hardest mating of anyone. Because of her body's natural instinct to procreate and mine to plant my seed in her she can find herself under me for days, even weeks until I get the job done. That means, prolonged hours every day of nonstop fucking that she'd have to take. Her tiny ass might not be able to handle me. Expecting a normal mating between us two was already pushing it, but this new development is cause for even more concern. I've never been able to fuck any one woman no matter the species for more than a couple of hours without causing pain or some kind of damage.