Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
"Better, my wife?"
Oh god, is it ever. I manage a nod, and then Zhur is fucking me hard and fast as I cling to the table for leverage. The table legs make a scraping sound on the floor as he pounds into me, I make that bird-fuck noise as he pounds into me, and Zhur has this deep, sexy growling thing going on as he fucks me ragged. It's amazing.
I finish with a cry, seeing stars again, and Zhur's not far behind. He pulls out of me after he catches his breath, and warm seed trickles down the insides of my thighs. It's a strange sensation, and I realize why a moment later—we forgot birth control.
At least with Zhur, it's just a mess and not a baby-making scenario. We're two different species. It doesn't work.
I...don't think it works? I’m pretty sure we talked about it, but we probably need to talk about it again.
"Hey, how bad is it that we forgot plas?" I joke as he wets a towel to clean me up.
Zhur freezes in place.
CHAPTER
EIGHTY-SIX
ZHUR
Plas-film.
It's the first time we've had sex without it that I can recall. We've been careful before, even stopping during very intense moments to ensure that everything is covered. I'd felt a surge of satisfaction at seeing my release dripping out of Maeve's body, and now I feel shame because she is clearly bothered by it. "This is a problem for you?"
She sits up and wriggles again—Maeve has difficulty staying still—and slides her dress down her legs before I can hand her the wet towel. "I mean, it's probably time we had that conversation again, right? Just to confirm we're still on the same page, you can't make me pregnant, correct?"
"As far as I know, I cannot."
Maeve gives me a long stare. "I'm not feeling the whole 'as far as I know' part of that statement. Want to elaborate?"
When she doesn't wash up, I take the cloth back from her, turn her around so her hands are on the countertop, and hike her dress up again so I can tend to her. As I wash her tender parts, I explain what I meant. "I have heard of humans being modified to increase their fertility. And of course, if Nassakth has children with his human wife, it means impregnation is possible. But I have always been told that it involves medical procedures. Have you had such a procedure?"
"Not to my knowledge, no." Maeve looks at me from over her shoulder. "But when I was taken from Earth, I woke up with the language implant in my head and all of my piercings missing. So theoretically something could have happened while I was under. Should we panic?"
I consider this. I imagine a fertilization procedure for a human would be just as expensive as any for a praxiian female. While they're not rare, it's also not something someone would spend on a pet unless they were looking to breed them. "Were your owners going to breed you?"
She snorts. "Not hardly. They forgot I was there half the time."
"Then I think we are safe." I pause, considering. "But perhaps we should make an appointment with a physician just to ensure we are aware of any changes to your physiology."
"Shit." Maeve drops her dress when I'm done cleaning her up. "So much for our fake marriage, huh? What if we made a baby just now?" She pushes past me. "I'm going to go and jump up and down in the bathroom for a bit. Me and gravity are gonna go to battle against your swimmers. Back soon."
She leaves me in the kitchen, with my spent cock hanging out of my clothes and my thoughts whirling. Sex with humans is supposed to be safe. Harmless fun. They cannot be impregnated without assistance, and yet they can be impregnated. What if Maeve and I have created a child? Immediately, the thought fills me with horror. Not because of the life that has been created, but because I am bringing them into danger simply by existing. My brother's claim will not be solidified fully while I am missing—insurgents will use my name as an excuse to make their voices heard. My child will be a target for my brother, moreso than Maeve, because a child would be my heir.
I cannot even entertain the thought of being a father. I do not have that luxury.
From now on, we cannot have sex without plas-film. Better yet, we should not have sex with my cock inside of Maeve, just to be abundantly, completely safe. I know lots of ways to pleasure my wife without releasing inside her, even though that is by far my favorite. I shall have to be strong and wise and consider my actions before I touch her each time.
If we have made a child this day, well, I suppose we will have to deal with the consequences and ensure it does not happen again. I lean against the counter, trying to picture a praxiian with Maeve's long, dark hair, or a human with my shock-white mane and her inquisitive eyes. Our child would be hideous, I have no doubt. It would have pasty skin or a mane the wrong color, and it would be half human...