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Llyr collapsed against Dagr’s chest to let his lungs draw much-needed air back into them. “That was…amazing.”

“Only the start,” Oz murmured.

Llyr felt a finger at his tight hole again and welcomed the tip inside him. It slowly slid deeper before rocking in and out. Oz set a steady tempo, thrilling him with every thrust. He was barely recovered from his orgasm and yet could sense the quickening within.

He already wanted more.

Looking over a shoulder, he watched Oz testing his puckered flesh.

“I noticed this before… do you oil yourself? Whatever it is, it’s sweet.” Oz said, lifting a brow.

“Slick,” Llyr corrected. “Not oil.”

Dagr ran a broad, warm hand down Llyr’s belly before grasping the root of his softening cock. He rose on his arms some, allowing the man better purchase.

“Slick?” Oz asked, frowning.

“Oh right. Humans don’t have omegas.” Llyr lifted his head. “It’s natural to my kind. To omegas. We produce slick to ease our lovers inside us. And help lubricate when we push a baby out.”

Oz’s eyes went wide. “From here?”

“Where else?” Llyr asked. He turned to glance at Dagr, who wore a similar shocked expression.

“I was almost too afraid to ask,” Oz murmured.

“Does it hurt? To give birth?” Dagr asked as he massaged Llyr’s cock, his grip sure and strong.

Llyr sighed against the caress of Dagr’s palm. “Do your females feel no pain in giving birth?”

“Well yes—but their bodies are more pliable. They’re fashioned to give birth,” Dagr said.

“I can’t speak for humans, but in omega merfolk, we’re all…pliable. Our bodies were also fashioned to give birth—so when it’s time—we’re able to stretch more to accommodate a child. Yes, thereispain, but I’ve been told it’s worthwhile. Once my babes are in my arms, I will forget it all.” Llyr sighed. “Perhaps I’ll find out one day.”

“And… how do you feed your babes?” Dagr asked, his tone low and deep.

Llyr lifted a hand to his chest. “From here.”

“Amalecan breastfeed?” Oz asked.

“Of course,” Llyr said. “Anomegamale can. Alphas cannot.”

Dagr lifted a hand to pinch one of Llyr’s nipples. “Males and females of our world have sensitive nipples and often enjoy them to be fondled. What of mermen?”

Llyr pressed Dagr’s hand closer and urged more of a pinch. “I like that.Verymuch so.”

Lifting his other hand, Dagr massaged both nipples. He tweaked and pulled, extracting moans from Llyr.

“Are you sure we cannot put a babe on you?” Oz asked before pressing more kisses to Llyr’s shoulder.

“Do you fear that?” Llyr asked, worry growing.

“Yes. But likely not in the way you think,” Oz said.

Llyr focused over one shoulder. Dagr stilled his hands.

“Why do you fear it?”

Oz remained silent a moment, pressing another kiss to Llyr’s skin. “You say you only have a few more days with us. What if you left with a babe within your womb? Either of us could have a son or daughter we’d never meet.”

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