There was a furry pouch between its legs but asIwatched,Isaw something long and thick and red emerging.Itthrobbed in the moonlight, slick and ready for breeding.Andjust below it was the most enormous knotIhad ever seen.
AsIwatched the shaft growing,Iknew the beast was going to breed me.Forsome reason this made my breasts throb and ache.Infact, they hurt so badlyIput my hands up to cup them—to rub and try to ease the painIwas feeling.
But whenItouched my breasts, my hands felt sticky.Ilooked down and saw thatIwas naked—not only that, but my breasts were leaking.Aclear, sticky liquid was beading on my nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Above me, the beast roared but he was fading now and so was the moon.Thewhole dream was dissolving around me untilIopened my eyes and saw thatIwas in bed in my own room.
What a terrible dream!
I put a hand to my pounding heart…only to feel wetness on my chest.Ilooked down but it was a cloudy night, andIcouldn’t see much of anything.
With a trembling hand,Ireached for the bedside lamp.Whenthe soft golden glow lit the room,Ilooked down and saw that sure enough, the front of my white nightgown was wet.Itwas sticking to my breasts and the area over my nipples was nearly transparent.
“What the hell?”Imuttered to myself.Withshaking hands,Iunbuttoned the top of my nightgown and pulled it apart.
To my horror,Isaw that my dream had been more than a dream.Ireally was leaking.Beadsof clear, amber liquid were forming on the tips of my tight nipples and running down the undersides of my breasts.
Nectar—that’s what it was!Itwas something a femaleWereusually only produced during herHeatCycle, but this had never happened to me before.I’dhad plenty ofHeatCyclesin the twenty yearsIwas married toCarter—one a month, which is usual.Butthey had all been so mildI’dbarely felt them.Onlyonce or twice did my breasts get sore and my nipples get tender, but they had never swelled with nectar before.
And that was the thing—my breasts really were swollen.Theyfelt heavy and full in a wayI'dnever experienced before.WhenIcupped them experimentally,Icould immediately tell they were larger than they had been whenIwent to bed.Atleast two cup sizes larger, ifIhad to guess.Therealization made my stomach twist.Whatin theGoddess'sname was happening to me and what wasIgoing to do about it?
Well, whatIwasn’tgoing to do was askKorfor help,Itold myself sternly.Icouldn’t involve him in my body’s weird display ofHeat.Itwould only lead to trouble.No,Ihad to deal with this myself.
I picked up my phone and went to the online shopping ap.Ichose a breast pump and paid for overnight shipping.Iwasn’t eager to go back into town—not after the scene atTownHallwith theCouncilofElders—butIwas desperate.Mybreasts already felt full to bursting, andIcouldn’t wait too long to get this taken care of.
After ordering the pump and also some nursing pads to line my bras with, so the nectar wouldn’t soak through,Iwent to the bathroom.Istood under a warm shower, pressing and squeezing my breasts—doing my best to get the nectar that had accumulated out of me.
But it was too thick—it had more the consistency of honey than milk.Evenas it trickled in sluggish rivulets down my body,Icould feel my breasts making more and more and more of it.
What wasIgoing to do?
I didn’t know, butIfelt incredibly alone and worried.Mybody was changing in ways it shouldn’t, andIdidn’t feel likeIcould tell anyone—not evenKor.EspeciallynotKor.Becauseusually, aWerefemale will turn to her bonded mate to help with the nectar.Theproblem was, that was also part of breeding, which was something we absolutely couldnotdo.
But what if things got worse?Havingmy breasts fill with nectar was only part of a normalHeatCycle.Therewere other symptoms that might come up as well—much more serious and debilitating ones.Whatif my body began going further intoHeat?WhatcouldIdo?IfIwent intoHeatFever, needing to be bred and there was no one who could breed me without breaking theUnbreakableLaws.Icould die!
I closed my eyes as the water ran over my face, hiding the tears that were leaking from my eyes and the nectar that was leaking from my breasts.
I had no idea where to turn…Iwas trapped, andIdidn’t see any way to get out of this situation.
THIRTY-FIVE
KOR
Something was wrong withVivienne—Icould tell.
She tried to hide it, butIknew her well enough by now to see the signs.Shewas quieter than usual whenIcame downstairs that morning and there were dark circles beneath her eyes as though she hadn't slept well.Thebiggest clue, though, was what she was wearing.Theweather had turned warm again and the house was comfortable, but she had wrapped herself in a loose, baggy robe that hid almost every inch of her figure.
Not thatIwas staring.Well…maybe a little.Shewas so beautiful it was hardnotto stare.
The problem was thatIcouldn't seem to stop looking at her.Eversince she'd come into my life, my attention followed her the way a sunflower follows the sun.EvenwhenIwas trying to give her space and respect the distance she'd asked for,Ifound myself watching her out of the corner of my eye.
And there was something else—her scent had changed.
I couldn't quite explain it, but the soft feminine fragrance that always seemed to cling to her was stronger than usual—sweeter too.Everytime she walked past me,Icaught another hint of it and found myself turning instinctively in her direction.
The reaction bothered me—not because there was anything wrong with being attracted toVivienne.GoddessknewI'dgiven up pretendingIwasn't.Theproblem was that she had made it very clear she wanted distance between us after what happened at theCouncilmeeting.
The last thingIwanted was to make her uncomfortable, soIkept my distance and tried to ignore the strange pullIfelt whenever she was nearby.
