Page 37 of The First Alpha on the Planet
If anything, it reminded me that Roan was with it.
“Give him two in response. No, wait. Teach that to Nexus.” Roan held up two middle fingers, and Doc rolled his eyes.
“C’mere, Nex! Uncle Doc has something cool to show you.” Doc cut the feed, and Roan grinned until whatever pressure and pain culminated in his belly enough that he couldn’t take it anymore, and he cried out and shuddered.
“Well, since your dick’s jerked back up in you, it shouldn’t be all that long?” I smiled at Roan hopefully and earned a huff of annoyance filtered through sharp breaths and a squirm of his anxious body.
“You’re a dick, jerk.” His petulant response made me laugh until he swatted at me with a fierce grunt of pressure. “I’ve spent days feeling like shit, and it didn’t hit me until too late.”
“That’s why it’s important to stay near your nest.” I nuzzled up to support him.
“Fuck you.” Roan exhaled slowly, but didn’t spurn my affections.
“I think that’s what started this. Wouldn’t change a thing. My only holdup about ever raising a babe was diapers, and Naleucians don’t need them!” He forced a smile and wheezed through pressure and pain that I would know nothing of.
“I’ll take care of as many nasty parts as needed to spare you, princess.” I nipped his pointed ear, relishing the dusty color of his flesh, the floral and sky hues of it never failing to leave a smile on my face.
“Dammit, if I don’t hate that.” Roan exhaled slowly.
“No queens in Paradise,” I said, flinching when he kicked the blankets away with a harsh groan to reveal a growing wet patch in our bed.
“Too right.” Roan heaved a harsh sigh, and from the hitch of his breath and sudden clench of his gut, told me he was straining. “Feels like things are ripping apart down there. Want to check for me?”
I absolutely didnotwant to check for him, but rather like being caught in orbit of a proto planet with a frozen and Narthak parasitized Galthinian beast full of enough holes to aggravate even the least of tryptophobes, I had to look. Legally obligated. As if it were the shittiest beer I’d ever tasted, announcing it made everyone else obligated to taste to confirm. So, I did as curiosity demanded.
I pulled away and leaned forward, gently nudging his thigh to the side to stare at his ventral slit. And with every heaving breath, it pulsed, opening wider and wider, the seam between his slit and anus splitting open to reveal meaty flesh, raw and streaked with far less blood than should have come from such a tear. Further proof that evolution knew what it was doing.
“Progenitors’ sake, this fucking sucks! You’d think I’d enjoy getting my ass stretched, butfuck.” Roan panted through a pulsing quiver and I pulled away, refusing to stare further at his glistening insides becoming outsides.
“I mean, historically, the Naleucians have the least instances of birth mortality rates in the known universe.” I shrugged, hoping that helped, but he only shot me a filthy look.
“If it wasn’t for the fact I needed another sperm donor to get this way, I’d be on the fence about ever fucking you again.” Roan heaved a sharp breath and pushed, abdominal muscles clenching tight.
“Even when I do that thing with my tongue?” I flicked the tip of my pointed tongue and curled it in a slow invitation that mimicked the curl of my tail.
“Okay, oral sex only. Forever. No reciprocation.”
“Eh. Getting my partner off is enough. I could cream my pants and knot air, hearing that squeak of a moan that clenches your throat when you come.”
“Oh…fuck. Fuck fuck fuuuuck!” Roan clenched and gave a shuddering breath that made his entire body spasm. “Donottry to get me hard while this is happening. That sensation is wholly unwelcome right now…”
“I shall abstain.” I laughed and returned to holding him, my tail doing a gentle stroking of his tail as he pushed and snarled, rolling over in a breath to spread his legs and force himself into a better position. I supported him as best I could.
“Hold off, they’ll be here any moment.” I spoke in my most soothing tone, and he shook his head. He heaved a harsh breath and pushed, a sob caught in his throat that ended with a wretch of strain. A sparkle of perspiration dotted his brow, and dark-indigo locks hung about his lowered head, gently flicking with his harsh breaths.
“I don’t think I can wait.” Roan’s whisper caught with a hitch and ended with a fierce howl of pain and stress, a sharp gasp, and the wet splatter and thud of something hitting our bed.
My heart skipped a beat as silence spread like a drop of ink in water, slowly and in amorphous patterns mapped to our own turbulence. Little sounds like a distant door unlocking at Merriel’s prompting and a scatter of feet broke it before Roan dropped his head to the bed and gave a rough breath. “Don’t touch it.”
Roan’s tail swept around, curling about the egg and dragging it along the side of his body and into our view. It was smaller than Nexus’s egg, far smaller than Noah’s. Iridescent violetswirled over the surface, shades of dark indigo entwined, the shine of it so much like my own scales interspersed by the slightest swirl of Robard’s silver.
“It’s beautiful.” I stared at it, unsure if I could touch it, but Roan made that decision for me, snatching my hand to place it on the shell. A clear war flashed in his face, a defensive anger at anyone or anything touching his young, but the way he forced himself overrode instinct, and that one contact sent a shock through my mind, sensations, warm love, and something beneath all the prickly ire that told me Roan was more than I could understand. Roan was mine.
The door to our bedroom pushed open, and Doc swept in with defeat written over his face. “Fuck.”
“Don’t bother with the epidural. Just fucking get this next one out of me and go away.” Roan’s growl of frustration rode the edge of pure instinct, and I did all I could, leaning in to wrap him in my scent, distract him from the milling guests.
“Well, his perineal seam has split, to the womb’s convergence so the eggs can pass. The loper’s glands are secreting a lubricating material that is perfused with our venom and acts as an antiseptic.” Doc smeared something on his hands and gloved up before going in, lifting Roan’s tail out of the way with a perfunctory touch that had him hissing.
