“Anything else we can assist you with, my queen?” Jes’inth asks.
“I’m fine, thank you, Jes’inth,” I say as I step into the large tr’ael tub full of warm soapy water. It sluices up my thighs and warms my tired joints deliciously.
We’ve made some fantastic progress at eradicating the Deenz. We've outed them to the Universal Governing Senate and stopped the trafficking of humans from Earth.
Every day, we’re picking up new clusters of human women—saving them from a life of slavery. I’ve even turned one of the palace's many wings into what the refugees call “Earth 2.”
It’s a bit like walking into a sorority house, and that hasn’t been without its issues. It turns out that when you pick up a bunch of random Earthwomen, they’re not guaranteed to get along.
Some of us have made Sonatfrul 6 our new home. A few of the women from the crash were mated to their rescuers. I still can’t say I understand the fi’len mate bond—but shit, those alien men sure do. They seem to know the second it kicks into motion.
Some women are a little dubious, but some of them were so starved for love and safety that they jumped right into the mate relationship.
It’s kind of wild that the fi’len seem to be so compatible with us. I look down at my swollen belly. At three months along, I look closer to eight months in human gestation terms.Maybe a little too compatible.
I might not have picked this exact moment in time to become a mom, but damn, I sure do want to have the big gray guy’s kids. Since we’ve found out that fi’len sperm seems to have no issue navigating the human reproductive system, we’ve had to teach the women how to use the weird alien prophylactics. I thought Medic Hi’rey was going to die of embarrassment when the auditorium full of human woman giggled as he brought out a to-scale model of a fi’len penis and showed how to apply the seed sheath. Serves him right for telling Ke’ain about my pregnancy before me. The fi’len obviously have nothing similar to HIPAA.
I’ve been under constant medical supervision, as we’re not exactly sure when I’ll pop. The fi’len gestation is much shorter, about three months, compared to our nine. At my checkup this morning, the medics confirmed the baby would be viable outside my body.
As I lean back into the tub, my aching back is forever grateful we’re almost done. The water makes me feel weightless, and I savor that feeling and close my eyes.
The door cracks open, and I know exactly who it is. My big gray husband drops his trousers to the ground.
“I heard something interesting today from your friend Jessy,” he says as he scoots me forward and slides into the tub behind me.
“It better be good if you’re disturbing my incredibly relaxing bath.” I yawn. “You know, I think this baby is taking after you. It feels huge!”
Ke’ain laughs. “I think you’ll enjoy this bit of information.”
He slides a hand around to play with my pussy.
“Oh?” I arch my hips into his palm.
“I mentioned that our baby is fully formed, and she told me about a human tradition.”
“What human tradition is that?” I palm my breast, which, thanks to this pregnancy, is more sensitive than ever.
“That when humans are due, they eat spicy food and mate to speed up the baby's arrival.” He kisses my neck and pushes two of his large fingers into me.
“So, no spicy food for me?” I gasp as he probes into me.
“I figured we’d try mating a few times first.” He pulls me higher onto his chest.
He removes his fingers from inside me and softly strokes my clit, his free hand moving to his already hard cock. He roughly milks it as he places it right at my entrance.
“Fuck, Ke’ain,” I moan as he pushes his throbbing length deeper.
“That’s what I’m trying to do, Opal,” he says as he grabs my ass.
Even without the water, I would have no doubt he could lift me quickly, but this alien has a way of making my huge pregnant ass feel petite even without the extra buoyancy.
As he spears into me again, I moan as his sucker finds its new favorite place. It grips and pops over my ass.
Although the sucker hasn’t been able to reach my clit recently, I can’t say I hate this new development. I would generally say I’m not an ass girl, but I don’t know if it’s the extra blood flow or that I’ve become a pregnancy nympho, but it feels like an itch I’ve never had the pleasure of scratching.
As Ke’ain thrusts into me, I recline fully on his chest.
Moving his hands to my breasts, he breathes into my ear. “I’ll miss these. I think their growth might be my favorite part of human reproduction.”
