On My Knees For Both Of Them

On my knees for both of them 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

Imagine # 921

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Year posted - 2022

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• It's so fucking chaotic it's both heaven and hell.

• They are constantly fighting over you, hurling insults at one another while you sit there quietly. Waiting patiently before you get the chance to cut in, and voice what you want to do, or who you want to go with.

• When you choose one of them, the other gets so so fucking jealous, but they know deep down you'll come back to them, you always do.

• God forbid you ever come back from one of the others complex with any kind of injury.

• One time you did come back from Heisenberg's factory with a small cut on your arm, and Alcina nearly tore him to shreds.

• Even though the injury was technically your fault. As you had tripped over your own feet, and when you're reflexes kicked in, you tried grabbing onto a nearby Soldat to steady yourself.

• And of course when you did that you managed to grab his drill arm, thus cutting your arm in the process.

• Oh boy but when Karl found puncture wounds on your shoulder a few weeks later, a result of some late night fun with Alcina, he was on the brink of marching his army to the Dimitrescu Castle.

• This is a constant thing! Hope you can handle that.

• Their so night and day it's almost comical!

• When you are with Alcina you are quite literally wrapped in luxury you could only dream of before meeting Lady D.

• And when you're with Karl you're surrounded by nothing but metal and blazing furnaces, which results in you wearing very little clothes half the time, trying desperately to keep cool.

• It's kinda really nice though tbh. You get a nice balance of luxury and organized chaos.

• When you're with Alcina you wear the best of the best, because her sweet little pet deserves nothing less, and you more or less don't have a real choice on the matter.

• While with Karl you can wear sweats and a hoodie, or shorts and a t-shirt, or whatever comfy clothes you wanna wear. Because Karl doesn't care what you're in, as long as your happy he's happy.

• And honestly you could wear a potato sack and Karl would still find you hot as fuck, no matter what you're in he's gonna flirt with you like a horny fuck, and if given the opportunity he'd dry hump you without hesitation... The man's horny okay...

• Where's with Alcina that just won't do. Don't get me wrong she really loves you, and she'll always find you incredibly sexy, but she still draws the line somewhere on what she'll allow you to wear.

• In her defense she's been surrounded with top quality luxury for so long, that nothing less than perfect is enough. She's accustomed to the best of the best, and she wants you to enjoy that with her.

• Alcina didn't think she could fall for you any further than she already had, not until she found you trying on one of her shorter nightgowns.

• You had forgotten that the maids were cleaning all of your sleepwear, and you'd decided impulsively to try on her smallest gown.

• The gown was essentially lingerie on Alcina, but on you it was a proper gown! And you looked so freaking adorable to her in that moment.

• When you noticed her presence you blushed like a dope, having been caught red handed. But the hungry look in Alcinas eyes nearly took your breath away.

• Neither of you got much sleep that night. (^_−)

• Karl caught you wearing his hat once, and he teased you for it of course, but deep down he found it incredibly sexy.

• You looked better with it on than he did! And he wasn't to salty about that, but he acted like it with his teasing.

• The thought of you giving him head while wearing his hat popped into his mind, and Karl wasn't ashamed to voice the new fantasy.

• Needless to say if you wear either of their clothes they both react the same way, they fall deeper in love with you, and become very horny.

• However if one sees you wearing something of the others, they will roll their eyes and act indifferent about it, trying desperately to ignore the article of clothing.

• God food at the Dimitrescu Castle is so so fucking good, well as long as Mila the middle aged maid that runs the kitchen cooks it.

• The Dimitrescu daughters have tried cooking for you a few times, which resulted in undercooked food, chard black food, bland food, and over seasoned foods being served to you.

• They always try fixing what they messed up the last time, which results in a new mess up. But they try so very hard, maybe one day they'll get it right.

• Now if Alcina tries cooking for you, it's not that bad. However it looks like death, the food she cooks weirdly always looks horrible.

• No one knows why it looks that way, and she tries her damnedest to make it look better, but in the end it looks terrible.

• But again the taste is pretty good, it's not exactly ground breaking, mind melting flavor, but it's pretty good considering she rarely cooks.

• Now food at Karl's factory is surprisingly mind melting, who knew that dirty foulmouthed man was a really really good cook.

• Like Gordon Ramsay look out! Okay maybe not that good, but like seriously it's good enough to make you literally drool when you smell it.

• You have no idea how he's able to cook like that, but apparently he was born to cook, and also build crazy half robot human monsters.

• Not to mention Karl loves impressing you with his cooking skills, so he insists on buying only the best possible ingredients that the Duke has to offer.

• And when you're around Karl totally ignores working on his army, and instead enjoys cooking for you, or cuddling with you, or you know indulging in other activities.

• The only thing they have in common is how they fuck you, like seriously they are weirdly in sync with the mood their in.

• Like most of the time, their pretty fucking rough, seriously your legs are shaking so bad afterwards, and you've definitely got bruises on your thighs.

• But periodically their mood switches and their so so gentle with you, and they always end up switching like that around the same time.

• Perhaps it's because they can tell that you need it a bit softer, or their just weird like that and they just sync up for some mysterious and weird reason, that not even Miranda can explain.

• Their both absolute cuddle bugs, both of them are so so freaking comfy and warm, and they can both envelope you in their arms with ease.

• They've both got serious anger issues, but they never intentionally direct their anger at you, but sometimes it happens.

• But they would never, they will never ever hurt you, eachother yeah probably, but not you.

• Alcina loves reading to you, or better yet she adores drawing you, or painting either way she loves loves loves it.

• Especially if you let her draw/paint you in the nude, those pictures are locked away securely in her room, because those are for yours and her eyes only!

• Even though Heisenberg has seen you naked just as often as Alcina has, she will never allow that filthy man thing to see those pictures.

• Karl loves watching movies reels with you, or teaching you how to engineer little robot companions.

• You literally have a mini army of tiny robots that follow you around like excited puppies, their so freaking cute yet chaotic it's very amusing.

• Karl also enjoys drawing you, although the drawings aren't as good as Alcinas, his sketches are still very impressive.

• Karl also really enjoys drawing you in the nude of course, and he also refuses to allow anyone else to see the sketches, especially Alcina!

• So yeah being shared between the two Lords is both heaven and hell... But in the best possible way.

• They adore you and will do anything for you, including putting up with the other just for you.

• Because at the end of the day as long as they have you, and you're happy their happy.

A Demon’s Ache — Part 2

Eyeless Jack x Reader (NSFW)

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It comes as no surprise when he ends up in bed, hard dick in his hand, thinking of you for the god-knows-how-many-th time

Try as he might to fervently rut into his clenched fist, he knows no feeling would ever compare to you bouncing on his cock instead

The taste of you on his tongue had dissipated much too quickly, but that doesn’t stop him from desperately trying to reimagine your arousal on his lips

He grunts, his hips grinding up, cock tensing and twitching in his hold

It’s torturous

He needs you

Precum beads up at his tip, and all he can think about is the way you’d lap it up with your tongue

Friends

Every time he imagines all the ways he could fuck you senseless, the word friends interrupts his fantasy

Really, he knows what he’s doing is wrong

He shouldn’t be having such depraved thoughts about someone who doesn’t want anything to do with him beyond friendship

But he can’t help it

You drive him wild

The sounds of your pretty little moans and whimpers are stuck on repeat in his head

The way your body writhed in his touch, the way your perfectly wet cunt tightened around his tongue—everything about you gets him drunk with lust

His room feels unbearably hot

Try as he might to relieve the throbbing ache of his stiff cock, it’s no use

He can’t be satisfied without you

And he realizes, fuck, you’ve triggered a heat

The next few days are absolute hell

He’s on and off his heat

Every time it’s on the cusp of dissipating, his thoughts scramble back to you, and it starts all over again

He waits at least a week before leaving his room—just to be sure seeing you won’t jeopardize anything

And it’s only a day or two after he leaves his room that he runs into you again

It’s an early morning, with pale sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows

You’re at the table, sipping on a coffee, and a few other creeps are scattered about the dining room and kitchen

He doesn’t know whether he should be irritated or grateful that there are other people around

Probably the latter, considering he wouldn’t know how to act if it was just the two of you

But it’s hard to feel grateful when Jeff decides to take a seat right next to you

And god, does he ever hate the way that guy looks at you sometimes

He debates staying or going as he makes his coffee

Staying might aggravate him if he notices Jeff trying to pull any moves on you

But on the other hand, leaving might risk something developing between you and Jeff

The more he can interfere between you and other potential suitors, the better

He can’t let anyone else have you

So even though he’s, admittedly, being childish when he takes the other open spot next to you, he tries to play it off like it’s nothing

Like he hasn’t been jerking off to the thought of you for the past week

You don’t seem to notice, but Jack doesn’t miss the way Jeff glares at him when he sits

Try me, Jack wants to say

Jeff huffs out a breath when he realizes the hybrid won’t back off

And the sheer audacity of that guy—thinking he can just waltz up to you and have you all to himself—it unlocks something primal within Jack

“What’s wrong?”

Your voice, as angelic as ever, suddenly breaks the mounting tension in the room

Jack feels like a filthy perv when the first thing that comes to mind is all those pretty sounds you made when you came against his mouth

He just wants to fuck more of those precious sounds out of you

Deep breaths, deep breaths

“What? What do you mean what’s wrong?” Jeff answers your question with his own, trying to act dumb

And thankfully, the grating sound of his voice is enough to snap Jack out of his fantasy

“Why do you look so aggravated all of a sudden?” you ask, your tone lighthearted and joking as you sip your coffee

“Yeah, Jeff, is something wrong?”

Jack tries to keep his voice as genuine as possible when he backs you up, but he knows Jeff is fully aware of the cocky grin he’s wearing beneath his mask

And he has to suppress a snicker when the guy glowers at him

“Just… life,” Jeff haphazardly grumbles, not wanting to admit Jack’s ruined the alone time he wanted with you

A cruel joke comes to the demon’s mind

It’s dumb and immature, and he knows he shouldn’t say it, but he wants to say it

So, he does

“Oh,” he hums, “is it that problem you’ve mentioned to me before?”

Jeff’s eyes meet his, brow arching

“What problem?” he asks, taking the bait

“You know,” Jack continues, trying to act as natural as possible, “that issue you’ve been having. I told you, you might need to change your diet. More fiber would help you become more regular…”

His chest practically swells with pride when you snort out a laugh

“Oh my god, is that what it is?”

You burst out laughing even harder at the expression on Jeff’s face

“The fuck!? That’s not even true! Why would you say that—what the fuck is your problem, man?!”

He can try to say whatever he wants, but it’s no use; he knows Jack’s gotten the best of him

With an angry snort, he stands

“Whatever, I’m over this,” he growls

And just like that, he walks away, leaving you and a very self-satisfied Jack alone at the table

He finally has you all to himself

Well, minus the creeps coming in and out for coffee and breakfast

But at least none of them seem particularly interested in you

Not in the way Jeff seemed to be, anyways

“Christ, he’s so dramatic,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a smile on your lips

There are suddenly butterflies in Jack’s stomach

God, you’re so fucking cute

“Was that even true?”

You look at him when you ask the question, and he almost forgets how to breathe for a minute

He shrugs, hoping you don’t notice the effect you have on him

“If he’s constipated? I mean, I don’t know if I should say anything about it. Seems like he’s embarrassed about it…”

You shake your head with a snicker

He wants to kiss you

Fuck, he really, really wants to kiss you right now

Crash his lips into yours until he’s all you can think about

He wants to wrap your legs around him, slam your back against the table and make out with you until you’re a pretty little dazed mess beneath him

Blood rushes to his junk

He shifts in place, trying to ignore it

Friends

As unwanted as ever, he’s reminded of that fucking word again

But even despite it, he isn’t entirely sure where the two of you stand

Hell—he’s more uncertain than ever

Did you really want to forget that whole thing happened in the first place?

Go about things like normal—as if he hadn’t buried his face between your thighs?

As if you hadn’t pulled his hair and whimpered his name when you came against his lips?

He takes a sip of his coffee in a vain attempt to distract himself

But it’s hard to think straight when his dick keeps throbbing for attention

He quietly clears his throats, as if that could help anything, and he shifts in place again, subtly trying to readjust himself in his grey sweats

It’s only when his knuckles accidentally graze your bare thigh, only when he hears your quiet little gasp, that he freezes in place

The sound was barely audible, but he knows what he heard

He glances down, and he almost groans out loud when he notices what you’re wearing

It’s those same fucking shorts

He’s at a loss for what to do

The both of you are in the middle of the kitchen dining room—for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t be having half the thoughts he’s having right now

But even then, he can’t bring himself to pull his hand away from your thigh

The minimal amount of skin-on-skin contact is making his head spin

He needs more

He’s never felt so insatiable

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist stroking at your leg

The motion is slow, soft, calculated, so that he can enjoy every inch of your perfect skin

Neither of you move as he gently traces over your thigh with the back of his knuckles

His chest is pounding

He can hear your heart beating, your breath hitching in your throat whenever he gets closer to the edges of your shorts

He wants you

God, does he ever want you

That pesky word keeps coming to mind again, but he forces himself to forget about it

For now—at the very least

You don’t make a move to stop him

You almost seem to welcome his touch

But that uncertainty is still there

Which is why he takes things unbearably slowly when he moves his hand between your legs to grasp at the flesh of your inner thighs

You make what sounds like a quiet whimper

And the sound goes right to his cock

As if a whole week of jerking off to you wasn’t enough

Inch by inch, his touch dances further up along your thigh

And though it’s subtle, he can’t not notice the way you part your legs just the slightest bit more for him

You’re giving him permission to touch you—right here, right now—of all places?

He breathes in, and when he gets a whiff of your scent, he decides fuck it, there’s no way he can let this opportunity slip him by

So under the cover of the table, even despite the few creeps still lingering about, he pushes past the material of your shorts to access your sex

You’re wet

You’re already turned on for him—he can feel it through your underwear

Screw anyone around to see, he wants to bend you over this table right now and fuck his cum inside you

He wants to breed you and mark you and make sure everyone knows by the sounds of your screams that you’re all fucking his

He strokes your slit up and down through your panties, and he adores the way it has you squirming in place

Fuck, you’re so cute

He wants to ruin you

But he also wants to enjoy every second of this

So he takes his sweet, sweet time running his fingers along your covered sex until he can feel you getting wetter and wetter

It isn’t long for you to thoroughly soak through your panties

And all he wants is to taste you all over again

He swallows down a growl at the thought

His body’s burning for yours

You keep squirming and quietly gasping as he teases you

And he’s so entranced by you, he nearly forgets you’re in an open room

All he can focus on is the way your body’s reacting to him

Whatever delicate threads of control he’s still grasping onto feel like they’re slipping from his hold

When you whine his name out, so cute and desperate and needy for him, it’s all the approval he needs

He pushes your underwear to the side and runs his fingers up and down your slit

The way your arousal gathers on the pads of his fingers almost makes him lose it

He just wants to pull you into his lap and fuck up into you until you’re gushing around his cock

But somehow, he manages to hold himself back

He teases at your clit very, very briefly, before then slowly sinking two digits into your opening

His chest rumbles with an involuntary groan as he immediately feels you clench around him

You bite back a moan, but he can still hear the way you sigh at the feeling

You’re so wet, so perfectly tight around him

He imagines how good you’d feel wrapped around his dick

You shift in place, breathing his name out in a shaky moan, and it’s a miracle he still has the self-control to not screw your brains out yet

He’s about to suggest taking things to your room when Hoodie walks in and locks eyes with you

If Jack were any more coherent beyond his lust, he’d probably pull his hand out of your pants

But he’s beyond giving a shit at this point

The proxy pauses, almost curiously, and instead of going for the fridge or pantry, or wherever he was going to go, he makes his way towards you

Jack feels you stiffen

You clench around his fingers, your breathing uneven

He knows he should stop

But he’s not done enjoying the warmth of your tight cunt fluttering around him

And so what if Hoodie notices?

At least then, he’d know who you belong to

The demon is entirely aware he’s being selfish

But he can’t bring himself to care

He’s too far gone

So even as he watches Hoodie greet you, even as he watches you, dazed and horny and sex-drunk off his fingers, struggling to greet the proxy normally, he doesn’t pull away

Let him know

Let him know who you’re allowing to do such depraved things to you

“(Y/n), you missed our training session this morning,” Hoodie says, and a bout of anger flares up in Jack’s chest

Oh how he loathes the thought of another man getting physical with you

It makes him curl his fingers inside you to reach right up against a spot that has you cinching around him

You squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip briefly before you can recover

“Y-yeah, uhm, sorry about that”

Your voice is shaky, your face visibly flushed

But you haven’t even tried to stop Jack yet

You want this as much as he does

“I, ah, I meant to let you know, but I—I forgot… to mention it”

In and out, the hybrid painstakingly slowly pumps his fingers inside your velvety walls as you try to talk normally

He flattens his palm against your clit, and your hips buck against his touch, which you quickly try to pass off as shifting in your seat

“Hm, that’s alright,” the proxy hums, then tilts his head curiously. “Is it because you weren’t feeling well? You look kind of… off”

Jack stiffens as the man reaches out to press his hand against your cheek

It’s just to check if you’re feverish, the logical part of him knows that, but the irrational part of him despises that he’s just laid a finger on you

A warning growl emanates out of his chest—low enough that it seems to slip Hoodie’s attention, but loud enough that you seem to notice it

You’re his—what’s not to fucking understand?

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just… ah, j-just didn’t sleep too well—“

Something like a choked moan evades you again, and you have to pretend to cough to avoid suspicion

Jack grinds his hand against your clit, and your whole body reacts to his touch

“S’alright,” the demon hums, and he briefly wonders if Hoodie notices the unusually husky timber of his voice when he does, “she might have the flu, but I’m checking up on it. She should be fine, nothing serious”

You squirm, and he teases at your sweet spot again, the calloused pads of his fingers rubbing right where you need it most

You can’t look Hoodie in the eyes as your thighs start trembling

Your hand looks unsteady as you bring the coffee to your lips, but you manage to drink it down without spilling anything

The proxy glances between you and Jack, and Jack wonders if he’s caught on yet

Either way, if he has, he doesn’t show it

“Well, alright, I hope you feel better soon. Let me know when you want to train next time”

You nod, humming to hide another whimper as Jack’s fingers don’t relent

And then finally, finally, Hoodie leaves

As soon as he’s out of earshot, Jack crams his fingers into your inviting heat in a slew of rough thrusts

You gasp, almost moaning out very loudly before you manage to cover your mouth to muffle it

It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his digits

And god, you’re breath-taking as you do so

Your back arches, body tensing as your teeth bite down hard into your lips to prevent a scream from escaping

How he wishes those were his teeth biting into you instead

And just like that first time he made you cum, he can’t seem to bring himself to stop

It’s only when you’re shaking from the overstimulation, only when you reach out to pull his hand away, that he finally relents

His fingers are dripping with your arousal

He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t resist bringing them up to his mouth to taste you off his digits

And fuck, you taste just as good as you did the first time

You’re panting, chest heaving, a perfectly unfocused look in your eyes

He wants to pick you up, take you to the nearest bedroom and fuck you stupid

Friends, fuck-buddies, potential partners—he doesn’t know where the two of you stand

But at this point, labels don’t matter, he thinks, not really, anyways

He’s not letting anything come between the two of you

You're his

A Different Life

Ya'jaur x Reader

Words: 2200

Warnings: Smut, predator x human relationship, alien pregnancy. If you don’t like these, please don’t proceed, also minors DO NOT interact!

Summary: Every clan leader Yautja was an extremely powerful one. They had to lead the clan, show the way to grow and rule. Some used that power and respect to do horrible things, others never broke the code.

A/N: The above picture is NOT mine! Full credit goes to the owner, it just inspired me to write and create Ya'jaur as a character!

Ya'jaur was a great leader, he brought in new traditions during his long life. Even long before you knew about them, he had already been a leader.

And just as other yautja, he kept trophies. Skulls of their enemies. But Ya'jaur was different, he kept a trophy no other yautja ever, he kept you.

He kept you alive, at the time you thought it was to punish you, took you years to realize why he kept you.

Ya'jaur was big, scary, spikey and rough. Every time he was in the same room as you, you could swear he could kill you in a simple motion if he wanted to.

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Thoughts

Yautja x Fem. Reader

Lol, I always cringe at my writing even when y'all say it's good, writer thingz. But alas, you wanted part two, I delivered it in one sitting monster lovers.

Part 1: Here.

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Breeding Time (Predator)

Warning(s): Smut, noncon details, breeding, size difference, dacryphilia, triggering (do not read if this applies to you), unprotected, rough, mating press, he finally speaks! (surprise), lol short since it's a continuation, surprise number 2 at the end

You survive with a Predator who killed all of your friends...but it seems the Yautja have taken an interest in you and don't plan to let you leave...

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At this point even if you did escape, you wouldn't find a human man that could make your body feel this way. Even if your mind was still hesitant.

As the Yautja thrusts, your body kept his rhythm, it had slowed a bit and changed into sharp bursts of force each time. Almost like he wanted it to last longer.

You clasped your hands together, grip tight as you tried to endure the overstimulation.

How long was this gonna last?

Your breathing was heavy from the intensity, you were almost envious of how his breathing lacked needing effort.

Your body was tired.

Hot.

Sweaty.

And he absolutely abused your sensitive bundle of nerves inside.

You let out a broken whine as the grip on your hair got almost painful.

When it was apparent you weren't gonna be able to move on your own, he adjusted, laying on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist, and jerking back into you.

You threw your head back, your head landing on his chest, as you released yet again, your hips juddered against his.

He only slowed his movements while you clenched against him, not able to move much. His nails dug into your side, no doubt leaving nail-shaped dents.

Now, even a puny human like you could smell it, the sweat, the juices, and you swear you could smell the sex.

Whimpering at the climax that was stronger than the first time, tears collected on your waterline before they finally did fall past the blindfold that had by now, loosened some, a sob making your chest jump.

"Please, I can't--I can't take any more. It's too much," you cried, tears sliding down, down, and falling from your face, for sure hitting his skin.

Suddenly, what was once relaxed became more hectic.

Your sobs only got louder, which made the creature let out a growl for the first time, gripping your chin tight. Enough for him to see your covered eyes cry, to see your quivering lips.

"Pl-ease," your voice slurred.

He pulled out, easily flipping you onto your back again.

Your legs were pressed against his, your feet straight in the air as he used a hand to hold the chain to keep them there.

Then he buried himself into you with a groan, sitting for a second before returning to his hectic pace.

This felt way too good for your liking.

You desperately pushed at his chest to no avail.

"Not this, please. Not--"

With his other hand, he groped you randomly, you yelp at the warmth. The table doesn't even feel cold anymore.

You let out a mewl as he, after all this time managed to fit all of his inches into you, clenching tight around him.

A long groan spilled from him, the light grip he had on a breast tightening just like you had around him. "C'jit...kwei ooman."

The first time he spoke, you didn't recognize the language. But the last word spoken by his deep, gravelly voice sounded similar to human...was it saying something about you?

You didn't have time to ask, because his hips picked up their frenzied pace again as he pounded into you, his breathing starting to sound labored.

Finally, you didn't know how time passed, but you're sure it's been hours.

The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin, the thumping of his length, the squelching of your insides, and the sounds of your heavy breathing, leaning in, his breath mixed with yours.

Was he observing you? Why couldn't they just leave you alone and let you go?

You bit your lip as he groped your hide, the flesh soft in his hand.

You were getting close again, and you could feel it'd be the second most intense orgasm of your life, the first being the one before.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

You repeated it like a mantra.

You felt him twitch inside you, his breath hitching.

"Ah-"

And for the third time, you released, your body couldn't take anymore.

It seemed neither could he, his hips jerked into you and you could feel his seed spurt into you once again, filling you up more than the first time, if you paid enough attention, you could feel how full you were.

You could feel his body almost drop, like his climax was intense for him, too, but kept his body held up. He stayed inside for a minute like he did before as he caught his breath, almost like he was ensuring that nothing seeped out of you, ensuring that you would be with child.

Ta'yto POV

This human is meant to create a new breed with me.

This is supposed to be for our advancement.

But this human...feels good. She's small, tight beyond belief, and weak.

This is something I am not used to, having this... power over someone I mate with.

Perhaps if that unreliable human was right about her and she can bear my child...

She may have to become my primary mate, her pleading only makes me want to do more, despite her hoping it has the opposite effect. Humans can be quite strange.

She might be my favorite if every time is like this and she looks like she would look beautiful in royal garbs.

I take off that dreaded blindfold, I'd wanted to rip it off the whole time.

But even a prince must follow rules.

Even her eyes look weak.

Tired, too, like I am sure she is...but when I look a little closer I see the fire of the warrior I saw a few days ago.

I can't help but chuckle, ignoring her startled expression.

This human...is doing things to me.

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