17. Pregnancy

17

PREGNANCY

" Sweet lil baby, grow up strong, Papa's gonna hold you all night long, " Galent crooned, his smile pressed against Pinks' belly.

"I thought you were going to sex me up," Pinks said, trying not to laugh. The giant had kissed all the way down his chest, and then promptly gotten distracted when he'd reached Pinks' belly.

"I need to say hi to our precious lil one." Galent dropped more kisses onto Pinks—where there still wasn't a bump yet. But Pinks felt the growing heat in his abdomen that hadn't been there before. Just this morning, he'd sneezed a handful of embers in Galent's face.

He really was pregnant with Galent's child. He couldn't stop smiling. "C'mon, do something before I perish from neglect."

"Aw, no, Sweety-Pinks. Don't perish." With a final nuzzle at Pinks' belly, Galent spread Pinks' legs to either side of him, kissing and sucking down his inner thighs until Pinks trembled, his breaths coming short and fast.

"Fuck me already," Pinks growled. He grabbed Galent's head and pushed him down; Galent's pupils blew wide.

"Yeah? What do you want me to fuck you with?" Galent sucked Pinks' cock into his mouth. Pinks' breath rushed out; he clutched at Galent's hair, panting when Galent pushed three fingers into his hole, grinding them against his prostate so he bucked and writhed.

"I d-don't c-care, just fuck me," Pinks hissed.

"Mmmm. So needy for me." Galent pressed down hard on Pinks' prostate.

Pinks arched and came, spurting into Galent's mouth.

Galent sucked down every drop of his cum. Then he pulled his fingers out, and licked Pinks' hole with his thick, inhuman tongue. "Mine. All mine." He pushed his tongue all the way in, giving hard thrusts like he was fucking Pinks with his cock. Pinks tried to catch his breath. But it was difficult when Galent held him spread like a feast, licking him inside until he shook and clutched at the pillow, trying to hold on.

"Want your cock. Please," Pinks panted.

"Oh, yes." Galent groaned and pulled his tongue out, flipping Pinks over onto his front. Then he mounted Pinks, pushing his thick tip between Pinks' cheeks, letting its tip kiss Pinks' entrance a second before he slid all the way in.

Pinks came again.

"That's it. Come for me, Sweety-Pinks," Galent groaned, snapping his hips forward.

It was a different sort of bliss, being held down and thoroughly fucked. Pinks squirmed and bucked, his body singing with every stroke of Galent's cock. It was so big inside him, smooth and pressing against all the right places, and—

Galent stopped moving, his heartbeat disappearing from Pinks' hearing.

Pinks snarled. "No!"

Over his shoulder, he glimpsed the last of Galent's hair turning into stone. Pinks whimpered. He wasn't ready to stop—at least Galent's cock was rock-hard inside him. He sank himself down Galent's length, panting as he tried to find the right angle so Galent would hit his prostate. Pinks came again, Galent especially hard inside him, unyielding and still utterly hot.

Pinks milked Galent with his body, over and over until he thought he might come again.

Except Galent suddenly pushed him down against the bed, and fucked in so hard that Pinks' eyes rolled back, and he came with a scream.

"Fuck," Galent panted. "Watching you fuck yourself on my cock. So desperate for me, Sweety-Pinks." He clapped their hips together, all the way through Pinks' orgasm until Pinks came again, writhing helplessly as he took his alpha's cock.

"Please, please," Pinks panted.

"Mine," Galent whispered in his ear. He pounded deep into Pinks, his cock growing thicker.

Except he froze again. Pinks wanted to shred something.

It wasn't as good when he fucked himself on Galent's cock. Pinks worked himself through his next release, then squirmed out from underneath his alpha, biting his lip when Galent's cock left his body with a soft pop.

He crawled behind his alpha and started patting him from the waist down—everywhere he hadn't managed to reach the last time, but that he now could because Galent was completely naked.

He patted his way up Galent's bare thighs and squeezed his heavy balls. He studied Galent's ass, wondering where he should try prodding first.

In the end, Pinks brushed his thumb against the spot just behind Galent's balls—

And a familiar heartbeat began to thump. Before his very eyes, Galent regained color, turning warm and alive again.

Galent thrust against the bed, then looked around immediately, finding Pinks. He frowned. "Again?"

"Yeah, again. I found your spot," Pinks blurted. "I think. It's right behind your balls."

Galent's eyebrows shot up. He squeezed his balls and rubbed the spot Pinks had touched, but it had no impact on him now. "Huh. Damn it. That's gonna be hard to reach when we actually need it."

Pinks sighed grumpily. "Yeah. It's the most inconvenient spot ever. Unless you walk around naked, I guess."

"We'll worry about that later." Galent grabbed Pinks under the arms, flipped him back onto all fours, and slammed back inside his ass.

Pinks howled, scrabbling at the bed. "Did—Did anyone tell you—Fuck! There, there, please! Fuck!" He moaned, shoving his hips up so Galent could pound in deeper. "Oh, f-fuck!"

"Tell me what, Sweety-Pinks?" Galent bit lightly on his neck, like a claim. Pinks came all over the bed.

"Did—Tell—" Pinks panted, trying to catch his breath. He raised his hips again. Except Galent fucked him back down, so roughly that the headboard slammed against the wall, and Pinks' entire body sang. "Tell—Tell... Oh, gods!"

"It's as though I know where your secret spot is," Galent purred. He nailed Pinks' prostate over and over, until Pinks was a shaking, incoherent mess. "I'm going to knock you up again. Fill you with so much cum, it floods every part of you and makes you mine. "

It made Galent hot, too; Galent's strokes grew faster, harder. He pinned Pinks and drove in roughly, until he roared and warmth surged through Pinks, his knot swelling and locking them together.

"Yeah. Take my cum, Sweety-Pinks. Take every last drop. I want it inside your womb, laying my claim there."

Pinks buried his face in the sheets, flushing all over. "Gods, you have a filthy mouth."

"You come so hard when I tell you these things," Galent whispered, his fingers kneading Pinks' hips. Then he began to roll his hips, and Pinks almost blacked out.

"Fuck!"

"What were you going to ask me?" Galent kissed his neck. "You said, ‘Did anyone tell you,' and you stopped."

"You f-fucked it out of me." Pinks clung onto the sheets, trying to keep his claws in when Galent rubbed his knot against Pinks' prostate. Galent's sheets were so nice. So soft and silky. Pinks didn't want to rip holes in them. "You're gonna make me shred your sheets," he moaned when Galent pushed down against his prostate, and stopped moving.

"Really?" Galent wrapped his large hands around Pinks', holding his fingers off the bed. Then he thrust in again, shallowly. Pinks struggled to fight his bodily reactions. "Let go, Sweety-Pinks. Let your claws out."

"But I don't wanna—Your sheets—"

"It's okay. Let it happen. I've got you." Galent rolled his hips, working his knot against Pinks' sweet spot.

Pinks howled, shuddering as his claws popped out, his fangs dropping.

"Oh, your ears." Galent nibbled on one—it was on top of Pinks' head, furry and twitching. "You are so adorable, you—you have a tail."

Galent moved both of Pinks' hands to one of his own, then reached down and grasped Pinks' tail, stroking it from base to tip. Pinks shuddered all the way to his toes.

"What did anyone tell me?" Galent kissed Pinks' ear.

"How good your cock feels," Pinks moaned when Galent rocked into him.

"No one quite like you. No one's come quite as hard, howled quite as loud. It's like you were made for me." Galent stroked Pinks' tail again, and began to work his knot inside, so demandingly that Pinks came hard, blacking out.

When he came to, he found himself lying on Galent's chest, Galent's knot still locked inside him. "Imagine if you turned into a statue again."

"At least you'll have Handsome here to feed and water you, and take care of Zarrie," Galent muttered darkly.

"I'd rather not see him while I'm knotted with you," Pinks said.

"You should read him a pickup line," came Handsome's disembodied voice from elsewhere in the mansion.

"Fuck off," Galent said.

"You need me around for emergencies, Lord Fangy. I can't just fuck off."

The look on Galent's face made Pinks laugh.

"I could read you one," Handsome continued. "To, ah, improve your bedroom mood."

"No," Pinks groaned.

"Handsome," Galent hissed.

The butler cleared his throat. Pinks thought about covering his ears, but he also couldn't stop watching—listening to—the train wreck.

"Your eyes are like stars. They sparkle and burn so hot that they will explode and burn us both up. We will end up as ashes in the sky and fall into the sea with the rain, where shrimps will eat us and poop us out."

Pinks cringed with his entire body. "How is that a pickup line?"

"I don't know," Handsome said gleefully. "But isn't it romantic?"

"No," Galent growled, grimacing. "Let me pick from that book myself."

"I will use it during your bonding ceremony."

"No," Galent roared.

Zarrie began to cry, somewhere in the house.

"Damn it!" Galent wrapped his arms around Pinks and leaped out of bed, his knot grinding into Pinks' body. "Baby Zee, hang on tight!"

Pinks dug his nails into Galent's shoulders, gritting his teeth as Galent's knot shoved deeper into his body. "Maybe slow down a little, or I'll end up coming all over you."

Galent raised an eyebrow. "And that's a bad thing?"

He grabbed a towel from a closet, wrapped up their hips, and carried on running, to where Zarrie was in Limesicart in the kitchen, trying to reach for Handsome.

"You stopped crying fast." Pinks gathered Zarrie into his arms, blanket and all, so he could hold her against Galent's chest. "You did great, Limesy."

The cart squeaked and bumped against Galent's thigh.

"Zarrie likes me!" Handsome bounced on his heels. "All I had to do was show her a wolf face."

"Awww." Pinks melted, hugging Zarrie. She grabbed his nose. "I guess you're liking it here."

"She's making us all her pack," Galent said, awed.

Pinks' heart swelled. But he remembered his friends again, and sagged.

"What's wrong?" Galent murmured.

"I—I shouldn't be getting all this, everything good, when my friends are still in trouble," Pinks said guiltily. "They—I told them I'd help them with everything, but now I'm staying here. Instead of going home with them when they're rescued."

Galent's eyes lit up for a second, before he made himself look solemn. "They can help each other."

"But." Pinks sighed. "Things don't come as easily for them, because they're missing parts of their bodies. I'm the only one who's fully intact amongst my friends. I want to help."

"They may stick around here, too," Handsome said. "I believe Ace and Raptor, at least, are hoping to find mates for themselves when they rescue your friends. What was the phrase they used? ‘Like a blind date, but with violence.'"

Pinks stared at him. "That's... a terrible way to phrase it."

Galent shrugged. "I can't imagine they'd go easy on the kidnappers. The violence is guaranteed. And they've never met your friends before, so it will be literally a blind date."

Maybe... things would work out. Pinks didn't dare pin too much hope on it. Instead, he huddled against Galent, and tried to keep his guilt away.

The thing didn't attack.

As the days passed, Pinks peeked out from the windows, expecting to see the creature and its friends about to hex Galent's mansion into pieces. Galent was still turning into a statue randomly, and he avoided touching Zarrie whenever he could. Zarrie never stopped trying to grab him, though.

On the side, Pinks began his secret project.

Wren had sent him a tiny piece of cloth with runes written all over it. Whenever Galent disappeared to make a business call, or work on his laptop, Pinks sneaked off to one of the spindly metal decorations on the mansion's walls.

His favorite was a tiny copper origami crane, because it was small and easy to handle. All Pinks had to do was press the cloth around one wing, and flap the crane's wings up and down. This caused the magic in the different pieces to interact, creating new magical energy that the runes quickly absorbed.

Sometimes he did the same with the larger decorations, because they had more metal, and more magic. They were awkward to move around, though, so Pinks only did it when Handsome and Galent were both busy.

But Handsome was starting to get suspicious.

"What're you doing?" Handsome asked one day, when Pinks was flapping the wings of a copper dragonfly.

Pinks jumped violently. He released the sculpture, tucking the spelled cloth into his palm. "Um, nothing?"

The butler raised an eyebrow. "Lord Fangy hired me for mansion security. Very little gets past me around here."

Pinks flushed. Shapeshifters had extremely sharp hearing, more so than wolves. It made sense that Handsome would hear him, even if he was occupied with doing something else. "Are you going to tell Galent?"

"Should I?"

"You haven't yet. Why not?"

Handsome rubbed his chin. "You seem fairly harmless. You haven't been sneaking around his hoard. All you've done is move nearly every metal sculpture in the mansion, although none of them have come alive, despite how much you've been working their parts."

Pinks sighed, sagging. He showed Handsome his rune cloth. "I just wanted some extra protection, because I'm weak."

"You're not weak. Lord Fangy wouldn't have picked you otherwise."

Oh. Pinks blushed harder. "I'm not big or powerful."

"Not a bad thing," Handsome said sagely. "Sometimes being small is good, too."

"I don't see how that would help."

The butler shrugged. "It would depend on the situation. Either way, I trust that you'll use that for our good."

"To protect my family."

Handsome smiled. "Good. Now, would you like a page or two of pickup lines? I'm sure that will improve your nightly courting ritual—"

Pinks didn't even wait for him to finish. He fled.

Galent was pulling out some celery from the fridge, when Pinks gagged.

Galent looked up. "Sweety-Pinks?"

Pinks shook his head quickly. "No celery. I can smell it. It's gonna make me puke."

Galent threw the celery back into the fridge and slammed the door, hurrying over. "Crap. Are you going to throw up now?"

"Yes."

Galent swept Pinks off his chair and sprinted to the nearest bathroom. But his up-and-down gait only made Pinks gag harder.

"Oh, gods. Stop."

"But you're going to puke!"

"I'm going to puke all over you right now if you don't stop!"

Galent froze abruptly, swaying with his extra momentum. Pinks grimaced and swallowed.

"Okay, walk calmly to the bathroom."

Galent walked, and deposited Pinks in front of the toilet. Pinks promptly bent over and heaved.

Large hands carefully touched him, brushing his hair back from his face. Galent rubbed Pinks' back and crouched with him, watching him worriedly.

"You don't have to sit with me." Pinks grimaced. "It's ugly and it stinks."

"It's happening because I put a baby into you."

"Yeah, but—"

"Pinks." Galent squeezed him around the waist. "Let me help. I promise this isn't going to chase me away."

"You're not supposed to bring up the Bathroom Incident."

Galent grinned. "I never mentioned it. You did."

Pinks scowled. Galent bit down his smile, but his eyes were still bright. He rubbed Pinks' back, then filled a glass with water and handed it over.

Pinks flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth, then flushed it again. "Ugh. Celery, of all things."

"Good thing it wasn't steak. I would miss steak."

That made Pinks chuckle. "Same here."

Galent nuzzled him affectionately. Then Pinks' stomach rumbled, and they both looked down.

"Is that a hungry rumble, or are you going to be sick again?" Galent asked.

Pinks frowned. "I... I think that was a hungry rumble."

"Already?"

"I think I want potatoes." Pinks looked up at Galent, mystified. "I'm not sure how or why. But I suddenly need fried potatoes. Stuffed with cheese, bacon, and chocolate."

"Chocolate?"

Pinks nodded.

Galent looked slightly disgusted. But he said to Handsome, "Pass the order to Cook."

"On it," Handsome said from the kitchen.

"It's going to take a while," Galent said apologetically. "I'm sorry. Cook is talented, but bacon and potatoes need time to cook to perfection."

Pinks' heart swelled. "It's fine. It's enough that you care."

"I need to do more," Galent said, frowning. "I need to make sure you want me for—"

BOOM!

It sounded like it had come from outside.

Both of them stiffened, exchanging a look.

"Fuck," Handsome said. "Lord Fangy, we've got a problem."

Pinks had never heard Handsome swear before. Galent's frown said the same thing. The giant swept Pinks into his arms and ran back to the kitchen. "What's wrong?"

Handsome jerked his chin at the kitchen window.

Smoke billowed from the tall hedge at the edge of the property. Instead of a pristine wall, there was a gaping hole in the leaves, and hooded creatures walking through.