I scrambled out of Tovis’ arms and carefully picked the egg up, a third of the shell was gone, and a big crack laced down the length of it.
“It’s alive,” I laughed, wanting to peel the rest of the shell away but afraid I’d hurt the tiny, leathery baby inside.
I looked up at him and he shot me a bemused, slightly wry smile and I blushed.
“Sorry,” I said, realizing I'd interrupted a pretty heartfelt, intimate moment.He shook his head and boldly reached down to squeeze his still hard cock through his loin cloth.
“The moment has passed,” he chuckled, wincing as his knuckles tightened.I watched him squeeze his erection to death and felt my blush burn all the way down my body.
“I’m not opposed to more moments like it,” I murmured.“But not with a baby in the room.”
The laugh that burst out of Tovis was so loud the baby percer honked and froze in its shell.
“Shh,” I murmured to it.“It’s okay, he’s not mean, he’s just horny.”
Uneven footsteps thudded towards us and a rumpled looking Jiith sagged against the doorframe.
“What happened?”he said, looking like he’d been hit by a bus while hungover.
I held up the egg and grinned.
“It hatched.”
22 Tovis
The tiny percer sleptin Jessa’s lap while I gathered all the supplies we’d found into a sturdy bag.I was no expert in percer young, but this one appeared to be male, much to all of our relief.It lacked the grasping limbs the females sprouted from their backs and had the same squat, low-set build as its sire.
It was just small enough to rest in one of my hands, and honked piteously for food until Jessa had offered it some of her canned corn.It had fallen asleep with a round, overstuffed belly and was now snoring noisily as Jessa petted its back.
“I think I’m naming it Sal,” she declared, staring at the baby with all the affection I craved from her.A sudden frown creased her brow.
“I hope it can be house trained.”
Jiith was sitting next to her, rubbing the ointment she’d found on his singed and peeling face.
“I still say we should kill it.”
