“Actually, a wise human said that a human body is indistinguishable from magic.”
“That’s not what he said. He said any sufficiently advanced technology…”
They’re not really listening. They’re talking amongst themselves.
CHAPTER 12
Once again, my mates are discussing me while they think I am sleeping. I love overhearing these conversations. They are the only times I get to hear what my mates really think rather than what they want me to hear them say. They censor themselves around me quite often.
“I think we should breed her as soon as possible. The reason they tried to stop her from being bred was because they knew her loyalties would transfer to the baby. We breed her, we keep her,” Kronos says.
“I’m fairly certain we keep her either way,” Sharp says. “She is in love with us.”
“She doesn’t say it,” Boss grunts.
I feel a little pang of guilt. I wonder why Sharp is so certain, and why Boss is so unsure.
“The vet’s report showed high levels of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin. Lab reports don’t lie. She physically loves us,” Sharp says with complete confidence. “That’s what matters. What we need to decide is who breeds her first. I suggest myself.”
“Of course you do,” Kronos says. “Why?”
“Because my species is born relatively small, and slippery. We want her first birth to be easy.”
“I think we should take the fourth option,” Kronos says.
“There are three of us. How could there be a fourth option? I have no intention of letting any human get his sweaty little pud near her,” Sharp says, his disdain for human males incredibly, hilariously evident.
“We take our DNA and we mix it in a lab. We create an infant that is biologically half all of us, and half her.”
“That’s insane,” Boss grunts. “I want to look at my son and see my horns, and my eyes, and my snout. I suppose he could have two dicks, if he wants.”
“Why are you assuming it would be a boy?”
“I want a son,” Boss says.
“In my species, having a female first child is considered auspicious,” Sharp says. “I would prefer the first baby be a girl, and I would prefer it be mine.”
“We could fight for it,” Kronos suggests. “Sharp vs. Boss. Winner gets to knock her up first, theoretically.”
“What do you mean, theoretically?” Boss asks.
“I mean, it’s going to come down to whose swimmers are the most compatible with her, and which one hits the egg first. We can argue all we want, in the end, it’s who is buried in her pussy when she’s most fertile who will win,” he says. “We all fuck her.”
“Then whoever wins gets sole breeding rights. A full month of solo access to her pussy.”
“What if she wants to fuck another one of us?” Boss comes in with another good question.
“What she wants doesn’t…”
Alright. That’s e-fucking-nough.
“I’m a woman, not a fucking breeding machine,” I say, stomping into the room. “What if I don’t want to breed at all, huh? What about that? What if you all take your cum and finish inside each other instead? What if I never fuck any of you Neanderthal monsters again?”
“Calm down,” Boss says.
I slap him. Hard. Across the snout.
The sound echoes through the sudden silence of the room. He looks at me.
