"I want to do so much more," Galen said, "but I can already feel the egg growing too large for this form."
Their voice settled into a low rumble after an orgasm, and I wished we had more time to explore how deep it could go. "How long before you lay your egg?"
"I hope it's six weeks." They kissed the back of my neck. "Kobolds and dragons once had the same gestation time, according to the information Priestess Alma sent me."
Punky and Tuft both had their eggs sooner than expected.
"What if mine is early?" I asked.
"Then yours is early." Their chuckle warmed my insides and made my cock perk up again. "We will get you to the gestation cave before then."
"I don't think my pregnancy is like other kobolds," I said. "I don't think it's an egg." It wasn't in my balls, either. It felt more like I was carrying our baby around inside my chest.
"You think you're having a baby, like a human?"
That thought was even more terrifying. Where would a human baby be safe inside me, and where would it come out? "Gods, I hope not."
"We need someone who isn't my family, but who might have answers," Galen said. "Tomorrow, we will fly to see Bale and Olaf at The Grid. Even if Olaf has never had a child, he might have received some information about the curse."
Gods, I hoped so. Olaf was the oldest beta kobold I had ever met. He was also one of the kindest.
ChapterEighteen
Galen
We spentthe night enjoying each other's bodies. I couldn't get enough of Mac, and I knew we were running out of time. I kept him up most of the night, waking him up to fill him with my knot or take him inside me.
Too soon, my body forced me to return to my dragon form. Our egg's shell had begun to harden inside my testicle, making it incredibly uncomfortable. In my dragon form, there was far more room for the egg to float, suspended in nourishing fluid much like an omega's slick. After a few weeks, it would become too uncomfortable to fly, and I wanted answers for Mac and myself before then.
The next morning, we paid a quick visit to the dragonet barn to make sure Rapture was well fed after our journey. While there, Priestess Alma accosted us to ask about the dragons spotted overhead.
"Will they return?"
"They aren't a threat to the village," I promised. "I will speak to them before we leave for The Grid."
"Thank you, Galen." She bowed to me. "I'm sorry for my outburst yesterday."
"Change is never easy." It would have been easier for me to reassure her in my kobold alpha form. I bumped her with my snout, instead.
She laughed. "I suppose that's true."
"Do you need a ride back to the fortress?" Mac asked. "We need to gather supplies."
In all my years knowing her, this was Alma's first dragon ride. Mac helped her climb onto my back and directed her which scales to grab. I plastered them to me with a spell before takeoff. I would never forgive myself if I dropped anyone from my back.
Once safely on the ground again, she thanked me for the ride before leading Mac inside. I curled up in the sun while I waited for Mac to return. Instead of running from me in fear, the kobolds coming from their cabins stopped to greet me. I allowed the children to scamper up my tail and onto my back, catching them in a magical net if they slid too far off my side.
Mac returned, ending their fun.
"You're so good with them," he teased once he was secured on my back.
"We will be good with our own," I reminded him.
I tucked the bags of supplies and gifts for our nearest neighbors into an interdimensional space. Rather than heading for our destination, I took to the sky in the opposite direction. I asked Mac to wait for me on the short landing strip outside the cave entrance while I went inside. "I won't be long, I promise."
My paragon was surprised to see me so soon after our talk.
"This is not a social call," I told them. "I am here to warn you. If you do anything to hurt Mac's village while I am gone, you will have to answer to Bale, Elder, and all the other dragons you left behind when you went searching for kobolds on the other planes."