“My father is one of the most loving and kind men that the Bevusian Empire has to offer, yet, unlike his contemporaries, he was known to behave quite...similar to our women.” I nodded along slowly, in other words in her culture he was considered a ‘tomgirl’, funny. “Moving on, do you recall how I mentioned my apprehension against discovering how my mate, you, is of a lower class?” 

“No, please remind me.” I rolled my eyes, my sarcasm causing her to flinch and offer an apology.  

“W-Well, you know that doesn’t matter to me as much anymore. In fact, I find the gap between us makes the relationship more...wrong in a good way.” She cast a glance to gauge my reaction, giving me a sultry grin when she saw I was more than okay with that sentiment. 

“I think we can discuss that factoid later, but how does that tie into with your dad?” Freyja’s hands fidgeted with a rather large couch pillow, and she mumbled something I couldn’t quite catch. “Come on, don’t get all quiet on me now.” Clearing her throat, she sat up straight to make herself look more regal. 

“My father’s true lover was a common woman and my mother. I am an illegitimate child in my House and thus must keep a low profile to avoid this affair from coming to light. Thankfully, your people do not know Bevusian royalty so coming here was a simple endeavor,” she paused to think before continuing, “My father does love me, but...if my true origin were to be discovered, it would be disastrous for my house, breaking one of our most sacred taboos!”  

Her arms swelled with power as her horns crept out of the edges of her forehead. 

“Hey! Relax, no reason to lose your shit, I get it! I’ve got problems with my old man too, heh, at least yours cares about you.”  

“It’s not that!” She snapped, tears welling in her eyes, "If anyone finds out who I truly am, people will start to ask questions, rumors will spread, and other things I cannot even begin to imagine may happen. Furthermore, I ridiculed you for your low-born blood when I share that trait with you, to a lesser extent of course, but still.”At this point, I was used to the jabs about my 'unroyal' heritage so I ignored that part entirely. We sat in silence for a minute before I mustered up the courage to ask a question that was begging to be asked.

“Does that mean you want to end this?” Freyja shrunk down to her usual size and pulled me close to her and sat me in her lap facing away. She wrapped her arms around me and brought her head down low to whisper into my ear. 

“Never.” She grunted possessively, making me shiver and my hair stand on end. My spine arched upward, pushing my back and head into her chest. It was funny how someone who was essentially a one-woman army was so soft to the touch. “Do not misunderstand, Dean, I consider you mine. Yet, I am terrified at the consequences of this illicit relationship, even if it is a destined one.” Her hands began to slowly roam across my body, two on my chest and arms, the others on my thighs. 

“Is your mother doing alright?” I blurted out, trying to distract myself from my hardening member that was currently making a tent in my pants.

“She is well, my father ensures that she wants for nothing. It is a shame; however, they only have the luxury of meeting only once a month in order not to arouse suspicion about his actions.” Her fingers traveled lower, threatening to slide under my pants. 

“And your other mothers, ah, I assume you have other mothers?” She said that she did. “Do they know about this?” Freyja chuckled. 

“That should go without saying, even if they simply tolerate my and my mother’s existence, bringing us to light would harm their reputations as well. After all, how would it look if some peasant woman was the First to a Royal? Therefore, it is in their best interests to keep this secret.”  

“Do you miss her?” She sighed heavily in response. 

“More so each day. How I long to hunt with her, to hear of the stories of her youth and that of her sisters. But most importantly, watching her work as a techsmith. She could create nearly anything if she put her mind to it, she taught me several things as well and I tinker myself from time to time. When I’m not practicing my singing, of course.” I smiled to myself; it was pleasant hearing Freyja gush about her mother. And frankly, I’d be more interested in learning more about her, and her work as a techsmith. Except Freyja was fiddling with my pants in a way that told me this would have to be a discussion for later. 

“Getting handsy there, huh?” I said, making her hands freeze.  

“Forgive me, they were roaming without intent, I assure you.” The way her voice shook as she spoke told me otherwise. 

“I can’t say I believe you, especially after sending me all of those pictures of yourself and texting me about how you’d love to, oh, what was it again? Make me a gibbering mess?” She chuckled weakly, embarrassed that I called her out for her increasingly raunchy behavior online. “Not so easy in person, is it?” I teased her. 

Her hands gripped the top of my pants but refused to go any further.  

“Y-You know what I need, Dean, I-I can’t hold it anymore. I’ve been a wet mess all day long, I need this, I need to touch you.” Her tone was desperate and pleading. She used her tongue to caress my neck as she nibbled on my earlobe. 

“Only touching? Sure you don’t want more than that?” I asked, drawing this out.  

“Crossing that particular line is only for when we are both ready for total dedication to this Bond, but by the Gods, Dean, let me have this!” Surprised at her aggression and the sudden volume of her words, she apologized profusely. I tortured her by letting her ramble her sorry’s until she got quiet. 

“Freya, look at my pants...I think my member needs some relief. I think you should take care of it, mind doing that for me?” With that typical Bevusian swiftness, I found my pants yanked low enough that my cock sprang free, standing proudly in the open air as it throbbed painfully. 

“F-Fuck...is this all because of me?” She stuttered, one of her large hands gripped my cock and started to stroke it, making me groan. “I can feel you pulsing in my palm...Gods, you haven’t let anyone else touch you, right? Not even that other woman?” I told her I hadn’t. “Good...good. I know I’ll have to share you eventually.” She started stroking me faster as she used another hand to cup my balls, gently squeezing them now and again. “But I’ll make sure that my touch...is the one you shall always crave the most.” Fuck, for someone so new at this, she knew exactly what to say to rile me up. 

My body pushed itself further back into her as it tried to escape from the pleasure she was inflicting on it. She paused only momentarily to spit into her hand before continuing to jerk my tender member.  

She used her fingers to tease my glans, rubbing them quickly before returning to my shaft to pump away, and right when I felt the dam about to burst, she would let go. Leaving my cock to throb in agony, begging to be touched again, to be allowed to finish. 

I could hear her stifle a giggle. 

She was enjoying this. 

As much as I wanted to put on the tough guy act and give her a taste of her own medicine, the urge to finish was becoming too strong now. 

“F-Freyja, make me cum, fuck, I gotta finish.” I moaned. To my disappointment, she let go of me yet again. 

“Very well, however,” she turned me around and made me stand over her as she leaned back into the couch, “Not a single drop will be wasted, understand?” She opened her mouth wide, retracted her teeth and used her prehensile tongue to wrap around my shaft, and pulled me into her mouth.  

My knees buckled as she forced me to the back of her throat, eliciting a sharp gasp as I teetered on the edge of my release. Abandoning reason, I grabbed her head and started thrusting, bucking my hips into her face as she reached around to grab my lower back. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer if we kept this up. 

I bottomed out in her throat a couple of times with slow thrusts, trying to delay the inevitable. Freyja, however, was not pleased with this and raised me into the air so that she could fuck her face with my cock, far quicker than I could’ve on my own. 

The sound of her spit sloshing around and how her moans came out as muffled vibrations in her throat as she devoured me had me seeing stars at this point as I held onto her head for dear life.  

“I’m gonna cum!” I shouted, prompting her to release my cock from her mouth, albeit with her tongue still wrapped around it. She let me down into my previous standing position and looked up at me as her tongue vigorously jerked me off, the tip of my cock poking into her mouth.  

Seconds later I shot my first load into that waiting hole and shuddered, I would’ve collapsed if she hadn’t supported me with her arms. She opened her mouth wide to catch every spurt as she continued to stroke me with her tongue. My hands gripped her horns as soon as they sprouted from her head as I gasped and heaved trying to catch my breath, my hips thrusting up against her face. 

Only once did she no longer feel my seed being emptied into her mouth did she take my member into her mouth, sucking whatever remained inside of me before audibly swallowing and releasing me with a sloppy wet popping sound. 

I laughed as I collapsed onto the cushion next to her, my crotch wet with her saliva. Like a huntress not yet done with her prey, she loomed over me and kissed me roughly before getting up to get a towel for me.  

After I had gotten cleaned up and somewhat composed, I felt awkward sitting next to her like she hadn’t nearly fried my brain by overloading it with pleasure. 

“How in the hell did you get better since last time?” I asked in disbelief. She grinned smugly. 

“You indicated how much you enjoyed it the last time, and so I conducted research to enhance your experience. And based on your reactions, I would say my studies paid off with dividends.”  

“Damn, now I feel bad. Are you sure I can’t do anything for you?” She shook her head, telling me that she was more than happy and satisfied with what we did. When I asked how and told her I felt guilty for being the only one to get off, she washed those concerns away. 

“Bevusian women have pleasure centers in their throats that are folded under the muscle, only coming out once we are sufficiently aroused. In human terms, it is akin to a clitoris...I came several times in that exchange, yet you seemed to be so enthralled that you failed to notice. It's not as pleasurable as more... intimate engagements, but enjoyable nonetheless.” Huh, I don’t even wanna know how that became an evolutionary trait for them, but I had some suspicions. 

“I, well, okay then.” I left it at that, and she once again straddled me, essentially tenting her body over mine.  

“I meant what I said you know,” she placed her face up against my head and took a slow, deep breath, “Whoever shall come after me, they shall always pale in comparison to me, is that understood?” While her words were stern, I could sense the fear in her voice.  

“You know...I could always reject Astrid and anyone else for that matter. I’ve been monogamous my entire life, it wouldn’t be a problem.” My voice was muffled thanks to her breasts pressing so close to my face. Even when she was sweaty, her musky scent was lovely. 

“The thought of having you all to myself is,” her body shivered, “Enticing for sure. Tell me, this Astrid, she shares a Bond with you as well, correct?” I confirmed that it was true for her and she clicked her tongue. “Hmph, well it appears I do not have a choice in the matter.” I struggled under her grasp to sit up more to meet her eyes. 

“How about this then, I swear to you that I will never allow anyone into our Bond if they do not have that, uh, blue-eye pheromone situation going on.” Freyja licked her lips and grinned. 

“Hmm, fewer women to compete with who are vying for your affections. You have a deal, my dear. Let it be so.” We moved in to kiss each other and riding the high from our brief tryst, I gave her breasts a good squeeze while I was at it. She moaned loudly from my sudden touch. “Oh, you’re a cheeky bastard! I must say, I do enjoy not having to worry about you rejecting my advances. Speaking of which, may I indulge in your body later tonight?” A part of me wanted to laugh at how much of a formal request she made it, but I fought that urge and told her that I was down.

“I’ll need some time to recover, so, how about we watch some TV and eat something.” As she climbed off of me, she said that idea was perfectly in line with my character. 

Whatever that meant. 

I grabbed the remote, turned on her giant TV, and began flipping through the channels while Freyja went to hunt for something in the kitchen for us to snack on. However, what caught my attention was the local news reporting on a massive fire in the downtown area of the city. I narrowed my eyes at the screen before a haunting realization of recognition hit me.

It was Astrid’s club. 

Clear as day, I could see her club up in flames, shit, there were even smaller fires in the parking lot that had mini effigies of Bevusians burning. The reason for the fire was obvious, but to do something so brazen was insane. 

I ran to get my phone to call her to make sure that she was okay, but before I could I received a call from an unknown number. My finger froze above the ‘accept call’ button for a moment before pressing down on it. With my heart sinking into my stomach, I put the phone to my ear. 

“Hello?” 

“Consider this a warning.” A distorted voice replied. “There won’t be another.” Click.