Ginny

GINNY

T his. Is. Excruciating.

I'm absolutely wishing I'd paid more attention to everything Thannie was trying to teach me about giving birth, either generally or about birthing a Xnosson baby. But it all flew out of my head the second my waters broke without warning when I was taking a well-deserved shower.

Asteron holds my hand as he bellows into the comm for the captain of his flagship to go faster in order to get us back to Xnos. The robot medic hovers next to the bed, but at the moment, it is insisting there is nothing to worry about, and my labor is still in the early stages.

"If it says anything more about not being concerned, I will destroy it," Asteron says through gritted teeth as I squeeze him hard through the contraction.

"Don't do that," I pant, welcoming the distraction. "It patched you up after all."

Quite a lot of the blood covering Asteron was, fortunately, not all his own, and he sullenly submitted to some treatment, while refusing to leave my side.

"I don't know how Xnosson warrior females manage. I am going to have the entire system overhauled the second we get back to Xnos," he grunts.

"That's…" The contraction finally subsides and I flop back, exhausted. "A great idea, but we might be a bit busy. Best let Phinade deal with it."

A smile hitches Asteron's lips at the mention of his vizier's name, and I love to see it. Who'd have thought a little pregnant human being kidnapped by filthy space trolls would have brought an entire planet together?

"Phinade did well today."

"Everyone did well, especially you." I cuddle into his side as my breathing returns to normal. "My big bad bull."

I feel him shudder underneath my touch. If anything, I'm more surprised I'm feeling horny, given I'm in the throes of giving birth, but to find out Asteron somehow feels the same way…

I'm not sure what to make of it.

"And you are unharmed, my little queen," he breathes.

"As long as I didn't catch anything on the Habosu ship, I'm fine." I massage my bump.

My breasts are aching. I haven't had Asteron around for I don't know how long in order to empty them, and I know what I need more than anything.

Especially given how extraordinarily horny I am, which is both weird and strangely comforting.

I look into Asteron's strong face. My bull husband who charged in, wrecking everything in his path

"Milk me, my king," I whisper, my voice husky and hoarse. "I need you to milk me."

The hungry, feral look which crosses his handsome bovine features is one which will never leave me.

"Now?"

"Now," I demand. I can be demanding—I'm in labor, and I'm going to have his child.

Asteron practically tears off my dress, shredding the fine material, and I do not complain, not at all. My underwear goes next, and he takes a nipple between his lips, tongue circling the sensitive peak.

Then he sucks and my entire world tips sideways. I've gone from excruciating pain to the absolute sublime pleasure. My grasping hands get hold of a horn, and Asteron rumbles out a groan of delight which sends further shockwaves through me.

His hand drifts down over my stomach until he's exploring my clit with soft, gentle circles. At my steering, he moves to my other breast, sucking out all the precious liquid and sending my spiral even higher, until my orgasm explodes.

My body pulses, shakes, and goes rigid as ecstasy takes over. In the midst of all this, another contraction starts, but it is okay because Asteron is not going to stop, not going to give up his tasty treat. Instead, I'm pulled onto his lap as he continues to pay me all the attention, sucking just hard enough for the pain to mingle with that of my contraction, and yet mask it so I can bear it a little longer.

"Little queen, you give me life, love, and the stars above," Asteron murmurs, immersed in his job of milking. "You belong to me, always and forever."