Page 16 of Veiled Vixen

I hold my breath and force my fingers to finish, then back away as the bustier slips down her body and falls to the floor at her feet.

She bends, picking it up. Then places it over the coat.

At this point I wouldn’t be able to drag my eyes away from her if I was trying—and I’m no longer trying. She hooks her fingers into the waist of her panties, tugs and inches them over one hip at a time, until they fall down her legs and land at her feet.

I turn away before she bends over to pick them up. Staring straight at the door.

Nope. Nope. I will not let this shrew entice me with her womanly wiles.

“OK. I’m ready.”

I turn back and find her lying on the medical table, breasts round and firm, nipples peaked up towards the ceiling.

The Master jolts out of his self-imposed stillness, walks over to the controls on the wall, and starts the scan.

This is… not a scan I’ve seen before. A single ring emerges from the wall, beaming light down onto Veila as it traverses down the length of her body and stops at her feet.

I wait for it to travel back up, but it doesn’t.

“What’s happening?” I ask. “Is the scan done? Why isn’t it retracting?”

“This is a real-time scan,” the Master says, pointing at the wall screen. “There they are.”

I turn away from Veila and look at the screen.

And sure enough, there, in perfect 3-D color, are two babies.

Two. A boy and a girl. Because that’s how it’s done with our species.

But… “What are they? Akeelians? Or Cygnians?”

If they’re Akeelians then before that boy can be born it will drain all the nutrients from the girl and she will die. And Veila will probably steal her mind and turn her into…

“Can you give us a moment?” Veila asks.

“I’ll be right outside,” the Master says.

I barely notice him leave. I’m too busy looking at the tiny children on the monitor. Wondering how such a fucked-up reproductive process even evolved.

“Well?” Veila says. “Are you convinced now? The scan was performed in your presence and it’s a live feed.”

There are hands. And feet. And two human faces. Eyes tightly closed, little puckered mouths. They are too large on screen, so the scan must be magnifying it. “How far along?” I ask without turning around.

“Nine weeks.”

“Nine,” I mumble, running through a list of possibilities who these children belong to.

Not me. If I’ve been asleep for six weeks, then nope. They are not mine. But if not me, then who?

None of us were with her nine weeks ago. We were all here on Harem dealing with normal shit. I guess maybe it’s possible that she farmed genetics out of Jimmy when she had him on Lair Station. But then how did she get pregnant? If he’s not her One and I am?

I don’t want to face Veila. Her naked body is doing weird things to me. Shivers slide up my spine like bubbles and there is a deep desire in my gut to fuck her.

It’s just biology, I tell myself as I close my eyes tight. It’s engineered biology. Not feelings.

“Do you want to hear the heartbeats?”

“What?”