“Ow!” she whines, but then she sticks her ass out, as if asking for another swat. “You don’t have to punish me.” She stands on tiptoe to bite my neck, and then reaches up to squeeze my horns. “Unless you really want to.”
Jax comes up and cups her ass in his hands as she grinds up against my hips. “Dr. Daneth did give her all-clear for full activities,” he says. “And he did mean… full.” He raises his eyebrows. “Apparently, spanking a human during a Zandian pregnancy causes no harm at all, and the increased blood flow from orgasms is good for fetal development. And King Zander did say you required punishment.”
“Yes, he did,” I murmur, flicking her left nipple. She squeaks and pushes back into Jax. “Then we should probably be sure to punish her and veck her well… if it’s good for the babies.”
“We definitely need to take care of the babies, starting now,” agrees Ronan, stripping his shirt, his bare chest shining in the light. “Riya, get naked for us, so we can give you a good spanking.”
“It’s time to punish her for leaving us,” I say, making sure that my tone of voice shows affection.
“I came back, though,” she reminds me, reaching down to stroke my cock.
“True,” I admit. “But only because we came after you. If we hadn’t…”
“I said I was sorry.” She moans as I bite her neck in the place she loves.
“And now you can show us just how much,” I say, matter of factly. “Don’t you think that’s a good plan?”
By the scent of her arousal, I can tell that she does like the plan very much, but she protests anyway. “Don’t use the whip.”
“Mmm…” I pretend to think it over. “Probably just the strap and paddle, and an ass plug or two. And we’ll see if you need more after that.”
Her scent gets stronger, as it always does at the threats I make. Our human vecking loves playing rough with us.
“I might need more,” she murmurs, reaching up to rub my horns again. “I really was very disobedient, after all.”
“You were, and right now you’re making it far worse. Ronan gave you a command,” I remind her, narrowing my eyes and acting stern, trying not to pant and just toss her on the hoverdisk. “Are you naked yet, beautiful?”
She steps back and looks at herself in surprise. “Oh! I guess I’m not, am I? Well, I suppose I’ll have to take care of that.” She looks at each of us in turn and shoots a mischievous grin at me. “Watch carefully to make sure I don’t miss anything, please.”
She turns her back to us and drops the straps of her gown, revealing her creamy shoulders, and I catch my breath, cock twitching. Jax groans, and Ronan growls, “Veck,” as the gown falls, her gorgeous ass on full display.
“You’re not wearing panties?” I demand, my eyebrows shooting up. “Veck, Riya.”
“They’re too hot,” she murmurs, turning around. “Besides, don’t you like having easier access?”
Her breasts have become even fuller these past weeks, and her nipples, ruddy and large, stand at attention. The soft swell of her belly inflames me further, knowing I did that.
Those breasts need to be bitten,” I growl, striding towards her. “They’re perfectly red and ripe for my mouth.” I don’t waste time with more words, but close my lips around the left one, sucking and teasing with my tongue, until she squeals and grabs my hair, hard, yanking it.
“Tarren,” she gasps. “So good.”
I pop my mouth from her nub. “Who will be first to enjoy her pussy? Spread your legs, Riya, and keep them wide for your mates.”
“I volunteer,” Ronan says, and is there in a flash kneeling between her thighs, which he spreads wider by tapping her foot and adjusting her stance.
She shifts, and I can tell the moment that Ronan puts his tongue to her flesh, because she moans into me and jerks a little, as I continue to lick her nipples. Her body is so responsive, in pregnancy even more than before, and we enjoy teasing her and getting her desperate and needy before we let her come.
It’s only seconds before Ronan exclaims, “Veck, Riya, you’re so wet and creamy. I could lick you for hours. If human food tasted of your pussy, I swear, by the one true star, I’d eat every planet rotation.”
Riya makes a strangled sound, a combination of a laugh and moan of pleasure, because Ronan’s head goes back between her thighs. Then she lets her head fall back, murmuring little sounds of enjoyment, and I see her pulse beat in her neck, fast and strong.
“Come, Riya,” urges Ronan. “The first of a dozen, and I claim this one for me. Come on my tongue and shatter for me. Show me who owns you.” His voice is hoarse with desire.
Riya’s response is immediate. She cries out and stiffens, her whole body quivering, as she squeezes her eyes shut. I support her in my arms, watching in amazement as a fine sweat grows on her brow, loving the expressions she makes in her pleasure. It is a treat to watch her let go like this. I watch her peak and then slowly come down, her eyelids fluttering, murmuring little sounds, a smile on her face.
“Ronan,” she breathes.
“I’m here.” He comes out from her thighs. “And now I’d like you to return the pleasure, Riya.”