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Chapter 18

Maya

For the first time in a very long time, there was no reply from Walter that morning. I kept checking my account over and over again while getting ready for my daily medical exam with Professor Thormus, but no messages popped up.

It couldn’t be because of the video I’d sent. They said video files took a while to travel to Earth. Walter couldn’t have received it yet. Something else must’ve happened.

On the other hand, until the past three months or so, it hadn’t been unusual for me to go for weeks without hearing anything from Walter. There might be no need to worry yet.

I put on a hospital gown under my new fluffy robe, shoved my feet into my cozy slippers and waddled over to the elevators, then down a few floors to the lab with the exam room.

Daily examinations would be a huge overkill during a regular human pregnancy. But since this wasn’t a regular pregnancy or even really a human one, Professor Thormus insisted on keeping a very close eye on it.

Being in my last month added pressure, too. We were nearing the finish line. Any negative incident could be so much more heartbreaking now.

“Hi Maya,” Jazir, one of the technicians on Professor Thormus’s team, greeted me as I entered the room.

“Morning.”

Another technician waved in greeting as the third one adjusted the table height for me to climb on.

The professor’s entire team consisted of men only. That was largely due to the demographics and lifestyle in Voran—women were few, and many of them chose not to work. The professor’s personality might have something to do with it, as well. He seemed uncomfortable and awkward in female company unless they were his patients, which wouldn’t entice his female colleagues into working with him.

“How are you today?” Jazir asked, helping me to lie down.

“Oh, you know, the usual.” I shrugged. “I just keep roly-polying around as best as I can.”

Jazir laughed, then the stomping of the professor’s hooves announced his arrival.

“Morning,” he barked out, not really addressing anyone.

He seemed to try especially hard to avoid my eyes as he pushed some buttons on the machines around the examination table, swiped through some charts on the screens, then snapped some gloves on.

“How are you today, Professor?” I asked as he stepped to the foot of the table, taking his usual position in front of my bent legs.

He nodded, without even a glance at my face. I wished I could do the same, just ignore him and let him do his job. Instead, I was taking in his tall figure, admiring how tightly his lab coverall hugged his wide shoulders and how beautifully the harsh lighting in the room reflected in his eyes.

“Well...” He jerked his head, as if his neckline was too tight for his neck, then placed a hand on my knee.

Breath left me in a gush. Heat rushed down my body.

I had tried so hard not to think about him when touching myself last night. But every time I’d conjured Walter’s face in my mind, it would immediately grow horns, its human features quickly turning into the professor’s scowl. The moment that happened, my lust had shot into the highest gear, delivering the best orgasm I’d ever had.

It was all I could do not to say “Kear” again instead of “Walter” at the end of the video.

The purpose of me making that video in the first place had been to redirect my sexual fantasy to the man they should be about. But it backfired badly. Kear had been the one I dreamed about last night. And he was all I could think about right now.

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