Page 66 of Chaos
PrettyPenny:
My my, how the plot thickens. No wonder you let that dude blow his load in you. SMH baby has a breeding kink.
Merri-Go-Round:
I didn’t have an opportunity to think about it before. There’s no way any of my clients could ever do it.
PrettyPenny:
Well, I guess it’s not the worst thing. Minus, you know, your line of work and the state of the world. But, in general.
PrettyPenny:
Does this mean if you *are* pregnant, you’ll keep it? Am I going to be an auntie?
Merri-Go-Round:
Jesus, Andi. I’m not.
PrettyPenny:
You could be.
Merri-Go-Round:
I’m not. I’d know by now.
Truthfully, I would have no fucking clue. But I needed to say something that would appease Andi and get her off this topic.
PrettyPenny:
Have you gotten your period?
Succubi didn’t have the same reproductive cycles as human females. It was part of the reason my kind was so notoriously infertile. Basically, the stars had to align under a very strict set of circumstances for the window to even be open. It wasn’t impossible, but it was far from easy. Understandably so. With as much sex as we were supposed to have, we couldn’t very well be at risk of being impregnated every time. It was pretty counterintuitive to our base function in the world.
But I couldn’t tell Andi any of that, so instead, I did what I seemed to be best at. I lied.
Merri-Go-Round:
Any day now.
PrettyPenny:
Hmmm. You’d better tell me the moment Aunt Flo arrives. I’ll start knitting some booties just in case.
Merri-Go-Round:
Please don’t.
PrettyPenny:
Oh, what about a cute little hat with devil horns? Something tells me any baby you make will be just as devilish as he is adorable.
With Famine as his potential father, that wasn’t entirely far off. Not that I was thinking about Sin as the father of my nonexistent children. Or any of the horsemen for that matter.
Nope.
Definitely not.
