Page 61 of Orange Tundra
The relief in her voice shattered something in my chest. My protective instincts roared to life even as my analytical mind cataloged the unprecedented biological interaction we were witnessing. She was safe here. The crystals were healing her, supporting her, giving her what her human physiology couldn't provide on its own.
"You're incredible," I murmured, cupping her face in my hands. "Your genetics aren't just compatible with ours. They're compatible with technology that predates our entire civilization."
She leaned into my touch, the golden glow intensifying around us. "I can feel the baby," she whispered. "Or babies. I couldn't explain it, but I'm positive there's more than one, and they're... content. For the first time, they feel peaceful. And I don't feel too - too overwhelmed, paranoid, scared. No nausea or puking tendencies."
"Brynn." I closed my lips, couldn't afford to berate her. She'd been hiding some symptoms from us.
Sim's tail wrapped around her waist, careful not to squeeze too tight, drawing her back against his chest. "The crystals are stabilizing the pregnancy," he observed. "Look at the energy patterns. They're creating a supportive field around her abdomen."
I studied the light formations, noting how they concentrated around Brynn's womb. The crystals were providing what her body needed to safely carry multiple hybrid offspring. Nutrients, hormonal regulation, genetic support that bridged the gap between human and manasty physiology.
"This is why your immunity to Shura weapons was so complete," I realized. "Your genetic makeup isn't just human.Somewhere in your lineage, there's manastian modification. That's why you can interface with our technology so seamlessly."
"Modified how?" she asked, though her voice was dreamy, relaxed in a way I hadn't heard since the pregnancy began.
"Enhanced iron-based blood chemistry, improved genetic adaptability, cellular regeneration factors." I traced patterns in the crystal light with my fingers, watching how it responded to my movements. "The White Tribe was preparing for this. For cross-species reproduction with off-world partners who could carry the modifications forward."
Sim's hands moved to her shoulders, massaging gently as the crystal energy seemed to enhance every sensation. "They were planning for survival beyond their own extinction," he murmured. "Creating genetic lines that could preserve their knowledge and abilities."
Brynn turned in our arms, her eyes bright with a combination of crystal energy and arousal. The healing effect of the chamber was having unexpected side effects. Her scent was intensifying, becoming richer, more intoxicating. My cock stirred in response, and I caught Sim's sharp intake of breath that suggested he was having the same reaction.
When I purred involuntarily, Sim smirked at me.
"I feel different," she whispered, her hands moving to frame our faces. "Stronger. More... aware."
The crystals pulsed brighter as her arousal spiked, their energy apparently feeding off the emotional and physical connections between us. I understood with detachment that was rapidly being overwhelmed by desire that the chamber wasn't just designed for medical intervention. It was designed to enhance and support the bonding process that created successful pregnancies.
In Sim's words, it wanted us to fuck. I felt lightheaded all of a sudden.
"The crystals are amplifying everything," I managed, my voice rough with want. "Physical sensations, emotional connections, genetic compatibility."
"Is that why I want you both so desperately right now?" Brynn asked, her hands already moving to unfasten our clothes with urgent need.
"Partly," Sim growled, his control clearly as shattered as mine. "But mostly because you're irresistible when you're glowing like a goddess."
She laughed, the sound bright and joyful in a way that made my heart clench. The crystal energy had given her back her vitality, her strength. She was luminous with health and desire, every inch the powerful female who had captured our hearts.
I captured her mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting the sweetness that had been absent during her recent suffering. But hunger exploded into desperate need the moment the crystal energy hit our nervous systems.
"Yes," Brynn gasped against my mouth, her hands clawing at my clothes with frantic urgency. "I need—I can't—the crystals are making me crazy with wanting you."
Her scent was intoxicating, pregnancy hormones amplified by crystal energy until breathing her in was like mainlining pure arousal. Sim groaned behind me, his control already cracking. "She smells like sex and starlight," he growled. "Like every fantasy I've ever had."
The golden glow intensified around us as I stripped her roughly, my hands mapping skin that felt electric under my touch. Every caress sent visible sparks of energy cascading across her flesh, making her arch and writhe with need that bordered on madness.
"Please," she sobbed, already spreading her legs, already dripping with crystal-enhanced arousal. "I need you both inside me. Now. I can't wait anymore."
Protocols be damned. I was on her in seconds, my mouth latching onto her breast while my hand dove between her legs to find her swollen, soaking clit. She screamed at the contact, her hips bucking against my fingers as crystal energy amplified every sensation beyond bearing.
At the back of my mind, I hoped Sim had reminded Xy to distance everyone from this section. My mate was a screamer, just the way I liked it.
"Look at her," Sim breathed, his tail already wrapping around her thigh, the tip teasing her entrance. "The crystals are making her glow like a fertility goddess. Like she was made for this."
Brynn panted, her purple eyes wild with lust and crystal light. "I can feel it and I love it. Being pregnant and perfect and completely fucking yours."
The raw honesty in her voice shattered what remained of my restraint. I positioned myself between her legs, watching with fascination and pure male satisfaction as my cock disappeared into her tight heat inch by incredible inch. The crystal energy made every sensation ten times more intense. I could feel her inner walls gripping me, could feel her pleasure as if it were my own.
"Nim," she whimpered, her hands clawing at my shoulders. "More. I need Sim too. Fill me completely."
