than being a gladiator. I enjoy waking up, watering my plants, and gazing out at fields that are mine, at endless rolling green hills without a cage in sight.
Kim yawns again, and when I set the bags down, I notice she drifts toward the bedroom. “Just gonna take a quick nap, I think.”
I make a mental note to check in on Bethiah—I asked her to find me the best fertility doctor with experience in human pregnancies. She complained. Of course she did. Said she was not my assistant. Then she saw the payment amount, jokingly called me “boss,” and promised to deliver.
I want a family with Kim. The sooner the better.
So I set down the bags and prowl after my mate. Watering the plants can wait. Checking on the bots can wait. I sneak up behind Kim and scoop her up in my arms, loving the little squeal she makes as I pick her up. I carry her to the bedroom, and before I can even set her down on the round mattress, her hands are all over me, tugging at my clothing.
“A quick fuck and then a nap,” she tells me, breathless. “Great idea.”
“I am full of such ideas.” I kiss her hard, sliding my hands under the hem of the dress she has chosen to wear this day.
“Full of something,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing against my cock. “God, I want you.”
“Are you wet enough for me?” I ask between kisses, and steal a touch between her thighs. She is soaked, her body hot and ready for mine. A groan slips out of me. “Ah, so very ready for your mate.”
Kim whimpers. “Need you. I’m so empty. Come fill me up.”
I growl deep in my throat, loving her demands. With one last kiss, I turn my mate over and adjust her hips. She gets on her hands and knees even as I push her skirts up, revealing her rounded pink bottom and the cleft of her ass. I rub a finger up and down her wet, needy folds as I free my cock from my trou, and then I am ready for her. I drag my length against her cunt to slick it, and then I push into her. Slowly. Always slowly, because Kim is small and I am large.
Her fingers curl on the mattress and she makes choked sounds, rocking her hips back. I tap her ass in a light slap. “Greedy girl.”
“More,” she demands. “More, Nassakth.”
I give her more. I feed my cock into her tight sheath with excruciating slowness, until her body claims my entire length and I seat myself to the hilt. She moans and wriggles under me, and I grip my mate’s hips and begin to pound into her.
Nothing feels better than being deep inside Kim, listening to her cries as I claim her.
I would give up a thousand houses for this, I realize. A thousand Praxii Minors, a thousand gladiator titles, ten thousand of the wealthiest, most revered positions amongst my people. I would give up being the head of every house, because the way Kim says my name as she comes, her cunt clenching so tight around my cock that it forces me to come, too…
That is everything.
Epilogue
KIM
“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” Nassakth hovers over the couch, watching me with a concerned expression. “Do you want more bread? Crackers?”
I press the wet cloth to my brow, laying down across the cushions, waiting for my stomach to settle. “I’m fine. Just tell me when the doctor gets here, okay?” I close my eyes, trying to relax. If I relax, the nausea is less overwhelming. It comes and goes throughout the day and I haven’t yet figured out what will settle my stomach. It’s been a process. I should have known it wouldn’t be the world’s smoothest pregnancy, given that it’s taken six months and a boatload of fertility “encouragement” from the doctor. I’ve had so many injections and supplements and even a DNA tweak, all to encourage my body to accept a praxiian pregnancy.
It’s paid off, finally, and both Nassakth and I couldn’t be happier.
Well, I couldn’t be happier. Poor Nassakth is a wreck. The big guy spends less time working out and more time hovering over me, giving me foot massages or handing me drinks. He makes the meals, holds my hair back when I puke, and absolutely refuses to let me train on self-defense any longer. His mate is fragile, he says stubbornly, and needs to