Page 84 of Selkie AU: Beyond the Storm

“Look at these full tits.”

He mewled, eyes rolling back into his head as he rocked his hips against me. His nipples had been even more sensitive lately, and we expected him to start leaking any day now.

“Fuck, I should make sure you’re always pregnant.”

He tightened around me. “Yes,” he sobbed. “Always want to be full of your pups. Rowan!”

I gave him a little more, making sure I didn’t squish his belly as I pulled his legs up to angle my dick deeper inside him.

It didn’t take long before he was sobbing as he came, and I followed him only three thrusts later, filling him with cum as if I could get him pregnant again before he’d even had this baby.

Milo fell asleep as we caught our breath, tired from exerting himself but entirely satisfied if the soft smile on his lips was anything to go off.

I cleaned us both up, then placed a kiss to his belly before lying down beside him and pulling him into me. He was safe, warm, and loved. And so was I.

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Milo

Three weeks later

Warm fingers combed through my sweaty hair as Rowan looked down at me, us, with tears in his eyes. Our pup was beautiful. A perfect little boy. Born with his perfect fluffy little coat in the warmth of our nest. Rowan was behind me, a leg to either side of my body, cradling me as I cradled our son. Sweet baby Rory.

My grandmother and the colony’s healer had helped us with the birth. I had to fight all my instincts to let them into our nest,but with Rowan behind me, his body so strong and protective, I’d been able to do it. When everything was over, and our pup and I were both safe and healthy, they left our little family alone.

“He’s so beautiful.” Rowan sniffed, as he placed a kiss to my temple.

He really was. The most perfect little baby I’d ever seen. I got my wish. Our pup’s coat was an even mix between Rowan’s beautiful dark auburn coat and my own white and gray. He had a fluffy light orange coat that matched his hair, and bushy little eyebrows just like his daddy’s.

“Perfect little Rory,” I whispered, admiring his long eyelashes.

Rory really was the perfect name for him, because just as other selkies could feel that I was the next chosen by the goddess to lead us, I could feel the weight of her blessing over him as well. I would take over for my grandmother, and one day, Rory would take over from me. He would be king.

A half-selkie, half-human ruler. The goddess had already accepted him, already blessed him. I knew all the selkie would follow. I knew they would love him. How could they not?

Those tiny eyebrows furrowed, eyelids opening to reveal silver eyes as he looked up at me.

“Hi Rory,” I cooed.

He stared unhappily for a long moment, then his mouth opened wide and his chest filled with air and he screamed as he let it all out. Panic bubbled up inside me. Was I doing something wrong? Was he okay?

“It’s alright, love,” Rowan spoke low and calm in my ear. “He’s probably just hungry.”

I nodded, trying to stay calm as Rowan helped guide Rory to my chest.

He’d been right. Rory stopped crying so he could feed, and I tried very hard not to move too much or breathe too heavily and disturb him as he drank.

“Areyoudoing okay, love?” Rowan asked, placing a kiss to my temple.

I was tired, and I was hurting, but I nodded. Because everything was perfect. Because we had a healthy, beautiful baby. I’d never been happier.

Big silver eyes were almost buried beneath furrowed eyebrows as Rory took in my grandmother.

“He’s angry,” she said as she turned to me. The baby in her arms seemed to stare harder. “Why is he so angry?”

“He isn’t angry,” I rolled my eyes as I reached for him. “He just has his daddy’s face.”

She sighed before handing him over to me, wrapped securely in his coat and a blanket that prevented any accidents and unwanted mess. Rowan had tried to put something called a diaper on him, but like me, Rory hated clothes. “That’s unfortunate.”