Page 58 of Captured By the Dragon Warlord
I’m pregnant, Scarlett. With Darax’s baby.
I stare at my device for a long time. My stomach has dropped to my boots and waves of heat and cold wash over me.
If Kerra is pregnant…it means Sarkarnii and humans are…compatible. It means Dexx and I are compatible.
Congratulations
I mean, I hope it’s what you wanted
Kerra
It is. Darax is so happy.
I wanted to let you know first because I presume you and Dexx are probably, you know
I have a coil
I don’t know why I tell her this, but it’s more like I want time. Time to think, to work out what this means.
When did I last have a period? While we’ve been with the Sarkarnii? But we’re in space, in a different galaxy, our cycles no longer tied to the turning of the earth. What does any of it mean?
Am I pregnant? Dexx and I have been trying hard enough.
I just didn’t think it was possible.
It is possible.
One hundred percent possible.
Kerra
Okay. I guess that would work.
I feel terrible and guilty I’m not sharing her joy. I want to be there for her, not currently stuck in my own existential crisis because I thought I knew what I wanted.
And now I don’t know anymore.
DEXX
“Nev these nevving warriors.” I pull another three apart who are fighting over nothing, slamming each of them in the head in turn.
Perhaps Scarlett is right. Perhaps we do need something to break up the monotony of not being able to go about our normal lives.
And maybe I should be paying more attention to how we can manage our mutation better. The multiple clan meetings in the neutral zone have been extraordinarily difficult to handle given my regular shift.
A shift which somehow is becoming harder and harder to change back to my biped form from. I’ve gotten used to having not just a tail but wings and horns. Fortunately Scarlett enjoys all of them and having her grip my horns as I enjoyed her sweet cunt was one of the best experiences so far in mating.
But if I thought taking a mate, going into rut, might have changed anything for me or my warriors, it seems I was wrong. Very wrong.
“Lord Dexx.” An unshifted warrior approaches me, eyeing the fighters I’ve knocked unconscious.
“What is it?” I snarl.
“Lord Dalox requests your presence.”
“I can’t see him. Tell him I will meet with him some other time.”
“You will see me, Dexx.” Dalox strides into the atrium, doesn’t even glance at the warriors, and shifts into his Sarkarnii form. “You will see me now.”
