by Luna Voss
“He is,” I say firmly, and I glance at Ragga in time to see his smile grow even wider.
“Then it is time for your mate to carry you through the fire,” announces the priest. “Lily, you may disrobe.”
At his words, every single person in the crowd turns around, looking away from me.
The priest also turns his back. Ragga looks at me expectantly. Taking a deep breath, I unclasp the front of my cloak and let it fall, standing naked in front of Ragga and the fire.
My mate steps forward and lifts me up from the ground, cradling me in his arms. Now, I had assumed that the priest wasn’t being literal when he said Ragga would carry me “through the fire”, but my whole body tenses as he takes a step in the direction of the flames, and I squeeze his arm tightly.
Ragga squeezes me back, as if to reassure me. And then, thankfully, he takes a turn, and I see our true destination: a bed of hot, glowing coals covering the ground right next to us.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ragga strides across the bed of coals with me in his arms. I can feel the heat below me, warming my skin. And then we’re past it, and Ragga has put me down to stand on my own two feet. He picks my cloak off the ground, brushes it off, and drapes it once again over my shoulders, looking into my eyes with deep affection as he clasps it in the front. He then slips himself into a loincloth and stands in front of his new tribe, his head held high.
“Clan Drokal, you may now gaze upon my mate,” he announces to the crowd. Everyone begins to clap and cheer, and they all turn back around to face us.
Chief Drokal and Cleo step out of the crowd and come up to where Ragga and I are standing. Drokal’s face is serious, but Cleo is beaming at us. She and I make eye contact, and neither of us can contain our smiles.
Drokal addresses us in a loud voice: “Ragga, Lily, with this ritual, you are now considered a part of Clan Drokal, just as much as if you had been born here. May you protect your clan with honor, and may your children be many.”
“May their children be many,” echoes the crowd.
Cleo hugs me gleefully and kisses me on both cheeks. Then she throws her arms around Ragga, who accepts her embrace with a measure of surprise and confusion.
“I’m so glad you decided to join the clan,” she tells him. “Take good care of Lily, okay?”
Ragga pats her on the back. “Thank you very much, Cleo.”
Drokal and I hug, and then he and Ragga clap each other somewhat awkwardly on the back. They’re still getting used to each other, but they’ve been developing a friendship since the battle, having formed some kind of unspoken bond in the wake of fighting together. I guess if old rivalries die hard, it’s working together against a common foe that can bring on the healing.
Ragga and I make our way through the crowd, accepting the well wishes of our new clan-mates. Everyone starts to file out of the woods and back to the township. Ragga puts his arm around me as we walk, his pace quickening, his touch possessive, insistent.
Unlike in human culture, there is no feast after a Kyrzon wedding. The Kyrzons reserve the night after the mating ceremony for more... primal pursuits. Before we’ve made it anywhere close to our house, Ragga’s hands are already exploring under my cloak. He gropes me hungrily, feeling my breasts, his fingers teasing my rapidly-hardening nipples.
“Ragga, what are you doing?” I moan playfully, allowing him to touch me.
“You know damn well what I’m doing, little human,” he growls, the insistence in his touch increasing.
I let out a soft moan as I feel his fingers trace down my navel to the place between my legs. My body is responding to his touch, and I can feel that I’m starting to get wet underneath my cloak.
By the time we get to our house, Ragga is walking behind me, his erection pressing pleasantly against my ass as he gropes my breasts with both hands. He pushes me against the door and holds me there, breathing into my ear.
“If I had paid a million power cells to claim you, I would not be any prouder to call you my own,” he growls, his fingers moving down to touch my aching clit. “There is no one but you, Lily. And now your soft, fertile body is mine to seed with children.”
“You’ve been seeding me for months now,” I giggle. “I might already be pregnant, for all you know.”
“Well, tonight, I’m going to make sure. And every night until you’re swollen with my baby.”
“Ragga,” I moan, bucking against his fingers. “I want you to breed me.”
His cock pokes hard into my ass through the thick fur. He thrusts against me, letting out a grunt, and I reach behind me to rub his shaft.
Ragga opens the door to our house and we tumble inside, pawing at each other like animals. A moment later, I’m naked and my cloak is on the floor. I pull at Ragga’s loincloth, and he slips out of it. His enormous cock springs free, so engorged with arousal that it’s almost purple. I can see a dribble of precum glistening on the head.
I drop down to my knees on top of the soft fur cloak. Ragga looks down at me, confused. I reach for his cock and bring it closer to my face, watching his expression as he finally understands what I’m about to do.
I’ve never put Ragga’s cock in my mouth before. I guess I grew up a little bit sheltered about different sex acts, but Cleo has been giving me some tips. I stare at the enormous shaft, wondering if I’m even going to be able to fit my mouth around it.
Ragga watches with rapt attention as I slowly lick the droplet of precum from the head of his cock. A ripple passes through his body as my tongue touches his skin, and he lets out a groan. I glance up at him, pleased at his reaction, and see a look of pure bliss on his face.
Opening my mouth as wide as I can, I take the head of Ragga’s cock into my mouth. It’s soft and warm, with a musky flavor to it that I find deeply arousing. I can’t believe how soft his skin feels against my tongue.
Ragga groans. I push my mouth as far down as I can without stimulating my gag reflex, and then pull back, looking up at him with the very tip still in my mouth.
“And I thought you could not amaze me more than you already had,” he gasps.
I answer him by pushing my mouth down on his shaft again, sucking him gently. Ragga sighs in pleasure as I start to bob my head on his cock. I’m so turned on by sucking him that I can feel my pussy throbbing with need, and so I put my fingers between my legs and begin to rub myself.
I keep sucking Ragga as I touch my pussy, and soon, I come with his cock in my mouth. He lets out a groan as he watches me, and a moment later, he pulls me up from my knees as though he’s unable to control himself any longer.
“I need to feel the warmth of your little human cunt,” he growls, carrying me over to the bed like I weigh nothing.
He throws me down on the bed and climbs on top of me. My body shivers as he mounts me and presses his cock against my opening, the tip dipping in and out of me, the head of his cock shining with my wetness.
“Fuck me,” I moan, looking him in the eyes. “I want you to put a little Kyrzon baby in me, Ragga.”
His eyes flash, and without another word he pushes his cock inside. I cry out as he stretches me open, and I feel his shaft sink all the way in.
Ragga groans loudly as he begins to thrust. He clutches my hips, his eyes focused on where his cock is sliding in and out of me.
“Oh, Ragga,” I gasp, feeling the pleasure start to become overwhelming. “Oh, Ragga, I want you to fuck me so hard!”
He does so gleefully, his hips moving faster, slamming himself into me. The sensation becomes a blur, and I come hard on his cock, my pussy twitching and convulsing against him.
With a groan, Ragga leans forward, pressing his body against mine, breathing heavily. I feel his cock twitching, and the warmth of his cum begins to spread inside me. The Kyrzon warrior gasps in my ear, still orgasming. His thrusts grow weaker and weaker, pumping out the last of his seed, and eventually, he goes still.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, stroking the hair from my fa
ce, panting for breath. “I never knew that a human could suit me so perfectly. Lily, I love you with everything I am.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back, feeling like the luckiest human on Planet Kyrzon.
“Just one thing,” he growls, suddenly sounding serious.
“What is it?”
Ragga laughs. “No running away,” he tells me, booping my nose.
I boop him back, giggling. “Sorry, no promises.”
Author’s Note
Dear reader,
You just finished the second book in the Kyrzon Breeding Auction series! Don’t worry, you can return to Planet Kyrzon with Property of the Babymaker, the third installment. The third book follows Julia, Cleo and Lily’s younger friend. She and her husband-to-be have some crazy hot chemistry, so buckle up!
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Until our next adventure,
Luna Voss
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Auctioned to the Babymaker (Christy and Rukkar)
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