A Prince's Duty

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by Lily Anton


  "You can also expect heightened sensitivity, emotions, and dehydration. While they don't absorb nutrients as human offspring do, they do absorb a large amount of hydrogen- which comes from the water in your body. You will need to drink more water in the coming weeks. Conversely, submerging yourself in water will also suffice."

  Satina chuckled.

  "So basically we just need to have sex regularly, in water?"

  O’dair decided not to dignify his question with a response although his skin flushed a lovely shade of pink.

  "Physically, you may put on extra weight, but nothing excessive. And finally, closer to term… You will begin self-lubricating, to prepare your body and ease the process of passing eggs."

  "That sounds unpleasant."

  O’dair shrugged to display his indifference. “It shouldn’t be. Most female of my species find it enjoyable, or so I’ve been told.”

  "I will take care of you," he added, almost as an afterthought. "Should you need, or desire anything, that is within my capabilities or grasp, I will provide it."

  "So, if I wanted you to go down on me right now, you'd do it?" Satina challenged, tone teasing.

  "If that is what you wish," O’dair answered simply, completely nonchalant.

  Satina paused in consideration.

  CHAPTER 7

  Again, Satina's discomfort seemed to pass, enabling everyone get back to daily routines.

  As far as most everyone knew, she'd come down with a stomach bug and that's what had caused her collapse a few weeks ago.

  They'd thought better of informing the rest of the crew of Satina's pregnancy.

  She knew that it would only serve to be a distraction, and she did not want to all of a sudden be treated with kid gloves.

  Ultimately, she wasn't any more breakable than she had been before, and with O’dair's assurance that the eggs would not take damage or be put in jeopardy by Satina partaking in missions or doing anything remotely strenuous, it was something pushed to the recesses of her mind.

  It only returned to the forefront when the unusual aches O’dair had mentioned began to hit her every now and again; often severe enough to force her to remain on the deck with Kandann rather than in the field like she was used to.

  It was almost nice…a reprieve of, sorts…getting a chance to lounge around their ship instead of working.

  Getting to talk to her best friend was an added bonus, too, especially since Kandann was the only one that knew of her current predicament.

  Through the weeks, O’dair remained a constant, reassuring presence by her side, giving her space when she needed it, but truthfully, more often than not, Satina wanted him to stay right beside her.

  A pillar of strength, of fearlessness, and undeniably comfort.

  There were still no ‘I love you's’ exchanged, but they had formed a bond that didn't need words, and was instead, being expressed through simple actions, touches, and increasingly more and more passionate sex.

  Satina being O’dair's pregnant mate didn't even serve as a minor deterrent, with O’dair taking her equally, if not harder and faster than he usually did.

  On occasion, in her exhaustion, Satina would just lay on her side with O’dair right behind her, one tentacle holding her leg up with ease as another one (or two), fucked into her from behind.

  Her sex-drive hadn't changed, but as O’dair had told her it would, her sensitivity had increased so substantially that she could easily come in just a matter of minutes.

  She had absolutely no complaints about it.

  ∆∆∆

  In just under two months, with Satina's supposed due-date practically on the horizon, she was equally as bored as she was physically exhausted.

  True to O’dair's word, the Nagarren had taken care of her well, and displayed the patience of a saint.

  But she hadn't left her new residence in an entire week.

  He'd been forced to buy a larger place after the realization struck that the eggs and coinciding babies couldn't all fit into Satina’s small apartment nor be kept aboard the ship. It was too dangerous, and far from ideal.

  That, and the hatchlings would need to spend the majority of their time submerged in water as they grew.

  An installed in-ground pool- a gift from Satina's teammates (who now knew what was going on and remained surprisingly chill with it), was sufficient…and also a major benefit for O’dair.

  They'd made a firm agreement that after laying the eggs, Satina was at least somewhat off the hook…that she still had obligations of her own and would resume her life as usual.

  Her life couldn't simply stop because of O’dair breeding with her, and as such, O’dair was, and had been, fully prepared to take on the dominant role as parent.

  Temporarily, however, Satina was out of commission.

  She wasn't showing substantially, nothing beyond a small melon-sized swell of her stomach, which O’dair had displayed an almost odd fixation for.

  Understandably, O’dair was a lot more excited than she was.

  Satina just wanted them out.

  They were surprisingly heavy, the pregnancy causing aches and pains in places she hadn't even known could hurt, but O’dair was there to rub her back, her feet, to hold her, and -Satina's personal favorite- to go down on her whenever she asked.

  Supposedly, the actual process of laying the eggs wasn't supposed to take a toll on her body, with the help of the natural lubrication O’dair had informed her about, but Satina thought it felt rather disturbing.

  It was an odd feeling, wanting sex, while simultaneously not wanting O’dair, or anyone else, to touch her.

  At the very least, she'd maintained her personal hygiene, and -thanks to O’dair- ate well and drank water consistently.

  Having become accustomed to constantly attempting to will the eggs to come out, and hardly being able to think of anything else, it was to her surprise that the process began while she was fast asleep.

  She awoke to bad cramps, grunting softly and clutching her stomach.

  “Shit…” she murmured with a wince, slowly sitting up in bed.

  In no time at all, O’dair was awake and at her side, cupping her face, and settling a hand on her swollen stomach, which surprisingly, dampened down the cramping.

  It was happening.

  The process was surprisingly quick- but O’dair had been prepared for the duration of the entire month- having everything from an actual incubator, to dozens of towels on hand.

  O’dair helped her out of her loose pajama pants before guiding her onto her hands and knees.

  It bore little in the ways of similarities to a live, human birth as she quickly discovered that she didn't even need to push, letting out a surprised cry as the first egg slipped past the rings of muscle, her pussy dripping with an overly excessive amount of slick onto the towels O’dair had laid underneath her.

  She moaned in relief when the first, and most stubborn egg, finally slid free, directly into O’dair's waiting hands.

  The relief grew with each egg passed, each one coming in quick succession shortly thereafter, but with enough time in between for O’dair to carefully dry each egg.

  Amidst her whimpers, and the slick, obscene sounds of the eggs coming out, the scent of Satina's arousal tinged the air.

  Her thighs shook from the strain, entire body trembling from exertion.

  After what seemed to be the final one, Satina sobbed out O’dair's name- the Nagarren laying a towel overtop the makeshift nest of eggs before returning to her side.

  "I-I need…" she inhaled shakily, legs giving out from beneath her just as O’dair guided her over onto her back once more.

  She had a forearm thrown over her eyes, breath coming in quick, ragged pants.

  He considered questioning her, and didn't quite understand how Satina could be so painfully aroused in the grueling and tiresome process of laying his eggs, but thought better of it, instead, in a few short seconds, pressing a tentacle inside of her swollen, abused entra
nce.

  Pliant, and throbbing from the strain, the tentacle slid inside easily, another joining the first to properly fill her, because Satina wouldn't have it any other way.

  She sobbed in relief and pleasure, the sensation so exquisite alongside her body’s elevated sensitivity, that she reached orgasm with just a few thrusts inside.

  As she came, she clamped down around his tentacles, back arching off the bed before she choked on a moan when, to her apparent disbelief, she was met with the feeling of yet another egg coming out, forcing O’dair's tentacles out of her as the fifth, and presumably final egg slipped out.

  Her chest was heaving, and her eyes were firmly shut as O’dair registered dimly that Satina had passed out in the process of delivering the final egg. His own cum was cooling on her belly, along with the slick she'd produced in the process of birthing the eggs coating the insides of her thighs. O’dair's release continued to drip out of her splayed legs.

  Satina’s lips were parted, strands of hair sticking to the sides of her face, damp from sweat.

  She felt like a complete mess, but to O’dair, she was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.

  Several hours later found Satina and O’dair staring into the makeshift nest of eggs and blinking somewhat owlishly, Satina's mouth opening and closing a few times before clamping shut when she realized that she didn't have anything to say.

  "Those….came out of me," Satina finally mumbled.

  "Indeed."

  Each egg had a hard, glossy shell, all varying colors, from jet black, to stark white, and speckled green.

  Yet the sheer size of the eggs was perhaps the most concerning, with each roughly being the size of a closed human fist.

  "You were an excellent mate, Satina," O’dair murmured quietly, his gaze oddly soft, and fixated on where Satina was staring down at the eggs.

  "Is that your way of saying I'm good at making babies?" Satina snorted, teasing.

  "I could think of no better mate with which to guarantee the continued survival of my kind."

  "That's… Kinda sad, actually," Satina murmured quietly, a frown forming on her small mouth. "But does that mean you intend on…more eggs…?" she paled at the thought.

  O’dair cracked a wry smile; an entirely human expression, and something he'd naturally adopted from remaining in the company of several.

  "No, Satina. I expect nothing more from you. You already did me a great service in producing these," he said, motioning towards the nest of eggs.

  Satina went quiet for a few moments, but reached for O’dair’s hand, smiling softly as he didn’t hesitate in taking it, bringing it up to his lips and placing a tender kiss on her palm.

  She had never believed that she'd ever find happiness in her mess of a life and shady history…had never believed that she deserved happiness.

  But O’dair had single handedly proven to her that she did deserve to be happy, and that she could be happy, because with O’dair, she undeniably was.

 

 

 


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