Ginny

GINNY

I had no idea how cute an enormous Minotaur bull could be until I saw Asteron's eyes flicker closed and him slip off his chair at the announcement of my pregnancy.

"Well," the white coated Xnosson medic says as he lies, twitching slightly. "Not another one."

"Does this happen often?"

"Males!" She clicks her tongue. "Specifically Xnosson males." She shakes her head. "They're so dramatic."

Asteron's eyes flicker open, and he's on his feet in an instant, rushing to get by my side. "You're…"

"Apparently so." I smile at him. He still looks dazed. "You're not going to do this every time I mention I'm pregnant, are you?"

He laughs, a deep belly laugh. "I did just make an unauthorized hole in my own ship for you."

I run my hand over the cuts in his face and he doesn't even wince.

"You did. I was fine, but thank you."

"Never thank me for wanting to ensure you are safe, my queen. It is my honor," Asteron says, and I think my heart melts into a puddle.

"It would appear," the medic says pointedly, "Xnossons and humans are well suited. Your young is strong and healthy."

"But my queen's sickness?" Asteron says with considerable concern.

"It's normal for humans, initially, to get sick," I tell him, with a hand on his arm.

"As it is for a Xnosson female." The medic narrows her eyes at Asteron. "I would have thought you had been taught how to please a pregnant mate."

Asteron can't exactly blush, but he does look somewhat embarrassed.

"You need to enjoy his seed, at least once a day, if not more," she turns to me and states, as if she's reading from a script. "You should also be mated as often as possible. You can still use the stall until it becomes uncomfortable, then you can switch positions and use the birthing stall." She looks down at her tablet screen thing. "I would like to see you again in two nova-months, which will bring you to about halfway through your gestation."

"A Xnosson pregnancy is six nova-months?" I exclaim.

"Yes." She looks surprised. "How long is a human gestation?"

"Nine," I almost wail.

I was not ready for any of this. Nor the idea of "taking seed" on a regular basis.

"Be still," the medic says with some annoyance. "All of this is perfectly natural. In addition, once you start to produce milk for your bull and your young, you'll find the entire process very pleasant."

I look between her and Asteron. He has a somewhat odd expression on his face, somewhere between fear and desire.

"Milk for my bull?" I ask, both terrified and intrigued at the possibilities of the answer.

"A female's milk makes a warrior strong, ready to take on any other bulls," Asteron says in a far-away voice.

"You were paying attention at some point," the medic nods sagely at him before adding, "your highness." In what is clearly an afterthought.

Not that Asteron is paying any attention at all. He's still gazing at me like a Minotaur possessed.

Scratch that, he's looking at me like a Minotaur who wants to do very bad things to me. Things which immediately make my thighs slick with need.

"It looks like you need to get started," the medic says with a snort which could be amusement. "The suite is all yours, my king," she adds with a little bow before ushering the orderly, who's staring at us like we're creatures he's never seen before, out the door.

Asteron strides after them, and I hear him order the guards to wait outside. On his return, I can see the large bulge in his pants.

"What do you want with me, my king?" I ask, squirming a little as I'm drenched by my own moisture.

"I want you to feel better, little queen, and for that, you need to take my seed," he rasps.

On the bed, my legs fall open. I only have the barest of scraps which pass for underwear, and the second Asteron is next to me, with a snap, they are gone. He drops his pants and kicks them away with a bullish snort, his cock standing proudly as he fists himself, pre-cum dripping from the tip.

He swipes his fingers through the pale blue fluid and slides them inside me, causing me to moan.

"I wish you had your plug, little one. I'd love to see you all clamped around it while I play with your pretty pussy," Asteron growls, curling up a digit and sending me to the stars.

"Taste me, my queen. Taste my seed," he says quietly as I stop convulsing. "Taste it and enjoy it, my sweet."

He moves up to my head and pumps his cock as I wrap my hand around as much of it as I can before swiping my tongue over his slit.

Asteron roars, and cum pumps out of him. It's salty-sweet, and the craving I suddenly have for him is incredible. I'm lapping up as much as I can as he covers me, the bed, and the floor with vast quantities of the stuff.

"Little queen!" he gasps as I wipe my hand over the back of my mouth, and it does little to deal with the vast quantities of cum. "You will be the death of me."

"Unless you manage to drown me in your seed first." I giggle.

It's completely and utterly insane, but already I feel better, even if I am covered in Asteron's emissions. My stomach is settled, and I feel like myself once again.

Is it really this easy? I have to hope so, given I'm going to be having a Xnosson baby in just under six months' time!