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dead as his mother, sire, and eight of his nine brothers and sisters.
boy has ✨trauma ✨
“That is the reason for your late arrival,” said Rekosh. “You were searching the Tangle for that root just to spite her.”
He’s a petty bitch
Ketahn moved forward instinctively, unsure of what he intended to do but certain that he could not merely watch. He had to act. Fang or not, no vrix in Takarahl had cause to treat the others as enemies.
He’s a good boy
Ketahn’s stem stirred behind his slit.
His what
Ketahn’s claspers drew tighter against his pelvis, pinching his slit closed more firmly as the seam bulged with the insistent press of his stem.
WHAAAAAT
xiskals
like a pair of juicy larvae laid together,
EW??
“Perhaps you shall be called Eight,” he offered thoughtfully. Eight made no reply.
She lifted her hands and touched her chest, repeating her name. Then she gestured toward the creature, palms up, and lifted her eyebrows.
Omg cute Jane and Tarzan moment
desire to slide his tongue along hers, to discover what this part of her tasted like.
Huh
HE WANTS TO FUCK HIS PET! BEASTIALITY
Oh my god
naht uhbowt too mayk me kum.”
I’m dead WHAT
He wrapped his upper arms around her, cocooning her in his hold, and leaned back against the wall, guiding Ivy to rest her upper body against his chest.
See this is CUTE if it weren’t for the heavy alien porno stuff this would be a wholesome alien romance
But his touch wasn’t something Ivy could forget. No matter how hard she tried to push the memory away, she recalled perfectly the feel of his thumbs stroking her nipples, of his rough yet gentle fingers caressing her sex, circling her clit.
And I’m ripped out of my cute moment smh
“Ivy…”
Oh Lord here we go 🎢
Oh God, I’m sick, sick, sick.
“You will feast yourself to death on gossip one of these days, Rekosh,” said Telok.
Please don’t be foreshadowing I love Rekosh
“He probably speaks to the trees,”
He is the Lorax👨🏼
She wasn’t anywhere.
We are cooked chat
“Everything,” he said. “Everything but this.”
Omg so CUTE
“There is no vrix I long to take as my nyleea.”
Sneaky spider
our pussies.”
💀
He enjoyed his time with her. Enjoyed providing for her. And he enjoyed learning about her, even if so much of her life before waking from what she called a cryochamber had involved things of which he had no understanding. The life he’d shared with Ivy thus far had been fulfilling, enriching, and…happy.
“The right words do not matter if a male does not do the right things. He was not worthy of you.”
Teehee
And a wedding dress is made of finer material…like silk!
Omg he was a weaver 😭🥹 he’s gonna make her a silk wedding dress
“I would see you clad in silk.” He dropped the leaf and cupped the underside of her jaw, angling her face toward his as he took her hips between two of his hands. “I will see you clad in my silk.”
God they’re SO CUTE
This was a dress, and it was for Ivy alone.
Ivy was his. She would be his mate—his nyleea.
I LOVE HIM
She stroked her thumb over the soft material. It was sleeveless, with the straps running down to cross at the center, where they’d cover her breasts, and the skirt looked as though it would hang to midthigh.
HE MADE HER A DRESS 😭😭😭
She sighed, her lips parting and eyes fluttering shut.
Here we goooo
Chapter Twenty-Three
This is THE chapter
“Now you are mine, my nyleea. My mate.” He smoothed a hand over her hair. “My heartsthread.”
Giggling
“But you are a vrix, and I’m—” “You are my female. My mate, my nyleea, my heartsthread.”
Giggling more 🤭
ensnared
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