I snarled. A massive pulse of ecstasy struck me like lightning. Jets of pollen exploded from me, pouring over Paz in a rhythmic cascade of honey-gold. He moaned, touching himself erratically. He clenched his teeth as he came, still basking under the torrents of my seed.
“Guh,” he said when we’d both finished and came back to our senses. “Why does it feel so good to be buried under your cum? It’s like a big, warm, sticky blanket.”
I snorted. “Because you’re a lecherous little human.”
“Whatever. You love seeing me like this.”
I shrugged in affirmation. It was true.
Not caring about the mess, I pulled Paz right to my chest. He made a muffled sound of surprise, then sighed in contentment, nuzzling his face against my broad pectoral scales.
“I love you, Kur’tok,” he murmured, his voice lilting with inner joy.
My heart squeezed. Whenever he said those words, I reacted as if it were the first time all over again.
“I love you, Paz,” I replied. “More than you could ever imagine.”
19 /Paz
Beingpregnant was the most beautiful feeling in the world—and at the same time, the most fucking annoying.
I couldn’t bend over. I could barely move or sit down. I relied on Kur’tok, my friends, and the villagers for absolutely everything. Not that they minded. All of them—especially Kur’tok—jumped at the opportunity to help my pregnant ass. It was nice being doted on, I had to admit. But I also missed being able to grab a fallen object from the floor all by myself.
Like right now.
The stupid potato threw itself from my basket. I swear it was on purpose. I glared at the damned thing rolling around on the floor. I wassupposedto meet Jaeyoung in his den to help cook tonight’s meal, but now I was trapped in a life-or-death struggle with a freaking potato.
Okay, maybe it wasn’tthatserious. But seeing as “bring potatoes to his place” was my only task, I was already failing miserably.
The worst part was that Kur’tok had left five minutes ago to fetch some onion-type things from the communal garden, so I was stuck struggling alone. It was embarrassing.
I sighed, staring at the stubborn tuber at my feet. It was barely visible over the huge swell of my belly, but I sure as hell wasn’t letting it escape.
“Listen,” I said in a low, scolding voice. “If you’d just stayed in the basket, we could’ve avoided this whole mess. But no, you had to go andflingyourself onto the floor. Happy now? Are you satisfied with your decisions, you dumbass potato?”
The potato remained silent. In shame.
“Now, I’m gonna bend overreallyslow,” I warned it. “You’re not gonna move. You’re gonna stay still so I can grab you and put you back in the fucking basket. Okay?”
Levi snorted loudly from the doorway. He stood there with a grin. “Wow. Is that how they taught you to talk in diplomacy school? So eloquent.”
I shifted my glare from the potato to my ex-captain. “Instead of standing there, why don’t you help a pregnant guy out? Huh?”
Levi crossed the room, bent down, and picked up the problematic potato with ease. He examined it as if it were alive and purposely bothering me. “Paz, I’m worried about you,” he said in mock concern. “You’re berating innocent potatoes.”
“Just put the stupid thing in the basket, okay?”
He grinned. “Now you sound like Kur’tok.”
Before I bit his head off like Kur’tok would have done, he plopped the offending potato into my basket. I sighed, feeling bad for snapping at him.
“Thanks,” I said. “Sorry. Being pregnant—”
“Sucks and is annoying, I know,” Levi supplied, unusually sympathetic. He glanced at my overly large belly. “You look ready to burst.”
“Like the hull of a crashed ship?” I teased.
Levi made a sour face. “Watch it, or I’ll throwallyour potatoes on the floor.”
