Page 67 of Possessed By the Leonid King

“I can’t help it. Do you know what I read? At 22 days gestation, they can detect a heartbeat in most cases. And my MCH levels are way above a single pregnancy, Marcus said so. He showed me three graphs and they all say the same things. Going off the gestation date, my numbers mean healthy twins... or something is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong.” Rupex put an arm around her middle and spoke in a stern voice that belied his nerves. “Well, it has been... hmm. It’s only been two weeks since you had the second blood draw. It’s too early for that, isn’t it?”

“He’s making me wait two more days since he can’t be sure. But... But, I was looking up things—”

“Do you do anything else?” Ru teased her.

“Shush. I think we should be able to see the amniotic sacs on the scanner. I want to know. Can you please ask Marcus if we can do it once we’re at cruising altitude?”

“Why can’t we wait a few more days?” Rupex stroked her loose hair and tried to ignore the soft gyrations of her hips.

“Marcus said sex is safer after you detect the sacs and the heartbeat. Two weeks without you inside me is killing me.” Layla moved the crotch of her panties aside and showed Rupex her plump, swollen slit.

“I—”

“Backdoor today... pussy by next week. I hope.” Layla was practically whimpering.

Poor thing. Rupex knew Layla still had to take the boosters once a week to help the cubs develop normally and without any health issues. That combined with her hormones was turning her into a sex fiend. Worse—an unsatiated sex fiend.

“I’ll be on the deck for most of the day, Layla. Why don’t we compromise and see if you can have your scan first thing tomorrow once we’re locked on our first course? Have you been able to talk to Wendy again yet?”

Wendy was a surefire distraction. Layla had been able to talk to each of her friends briefly, but all of them had seemed ill and slow to respond.

“No. I hope they’re okay. I did see that their passage was processed yesterday and their tickets were picked up. We have their contracts pending.” Layla removed herself from his grasp and paced around his chair. “The second time I spoke to Wendy—after she and the others had accepted our offer—she said that the labs knew she wasn’t going to come back next year and were treating all three of them worse than usual.” Layla bit her lip. “Ru, what if the doctors or scientists gave them something horrific for their last test because they knew they wouldn’t get any more use out of them as test subjects?” Layla fretted.

“They still have to keep within the bounds of legality. Whatever it was—if it was anything at all—will be out of their system soon. Besides, they’re on a slower transport and we paid for the best berths. Perhaps they’ve all taken advantage of the suspended sleep option to make the time pass quicker, or because they’re not feeling well.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that might be it. Elio looked like he hadn’t slept in a year.”

“Why don’t you see if you can get a message to the registrar of their transport and see if they have any news? If they’re seriously sick, they might inform you since we’re traveling all that way to pick them up.”

“Hm. Let me try that.” Layla bent down and kissed his muzzle before heading out of the command deck. “Oh. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what I wanted to do. Mama needs attention... and those steel probe toys that Marcus gave me just aren’t doing it.” With a sultry wink, she was gone.

Rupex sat transfixed, paws on the controls.

Layla.

Layla moaning on her bed, their bed, plundering her virgin ass with cold steel implements.

His groin immediately lodged a complaint.

Great. I’m stuck here for hours with nothing but fantasies and a stiff cock that I can’t attend to.

Rupex felt a surge of sympathy for his horny bride-to-be.

The fantasy shifted, and he was suddenly envisioning her splayed on her back, bump tight and high between them while he fucked her slowly and gently, letting her pleasure build. He wouldn’t be slipping all the way into her until after the cubs were born, but still... plenty of inches to wrap in her juicy paradise.

Rupex groaned. No. Don’t give in. No masturbating while you’re on duty! I will not be the first Leonid King and captain to crash a vessel just because I can’t stop thinking about my mate!

“YOUR MATE IS VERY IMPATIENT. You might want to work on that, or your cubs will be spoiled.” Marcus’ dry voice was flat, but his eyes sparkled with humor as he eased Layla behind the scanner and lowered it to her middle. “I’m thinking this will work even better with your human anatomy. Less tissue to go through before we can see what’s —ooh. There they are!”

Rupex looked at the image projected beside the scanner on a large black screen. Two round black ovals in a larger black oval. The two smaller ovals shifted and pulsed, something gray flickering inside. “What is that?”

“Those are the babies. Two. Cub A and Cub B.”

“Why are they moving like that? Are they having seizures?” Layla’s awestruck voice held a note of panic.

“Seizures?”

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