Chapter 10

ten

. . .

Thundar

one year later

Turns out, I didn't just get a pet dog. I got pet dogs. Plural. Because Thing wasn't just any old dog rescued from Earth. It was a female dog. And somehow she'd managed to get pregnant.

How?

We've yet to find out. Although her puppies came out looking normal, so there were definitely no interspecies shenanigans with her and Hailmak. That we know of.

If the puppies start chittering or walking on the ceiling we'll probably have a more definitive answer.

"Oh, Thingiemabob broke something. I heard it," Lottie says from the armchair where one of the maids is giving her a foot massage.

It should be me doing that, but since I'm the only Aysgarthian that Thing won't growl or bark at, I'm on dog-sitting duty.

"How do you know it was Thingiemabob? Maybe it was Thingamajig," I inform her, although when I walk up to the dresser I find Thingiemabob and his zone of destruction around it. Perfume bottles, jewelry, and all kinds of hair paraphernalia are scattered on the floor, becoming toys for the scoundrel puppy, who yaps at me just like his mom used to.

"Because! Thingamajig is a perfect little angel," Lottie calls out from the armchair and even the maid laughs.

Especially when Thingamajig struts over to all the destruction her brother has caused and squats for a little pee, as if she's trying to prove her queen-mama wrong.

"How long is a dog's life span? And can we shorten it?" I grumble and shoo both naughty bastards away so I can clean up their mess.

"Too long, and no we can't." She laughs and my heart warms at the sound.

It's the perfect soundtrack to my life since I met her. Since I "liberated" her. And I don't ever want to listen to any other song.

I look toward her, the way she's leaning on the arm of the comfy chair, staring at me with reddened, plump cheeks and the biggest smile on her wonderful face.

She looks more radiant, more beautiful than she's ever looked, if that's even possible. Deny it as she may, being pregnant has given her some...some kind of glow that reaches far beyond the physical. It's almost spiritual.

The royal council would call it the virility of Aysgarthian blood running through her body. In fact, that's what they do call it when I'm not around. But none would dare speak such drak in our presence. Not anymore.

Aysgarthians are no better than Earthlings. And just because she's pregnant with my child doesn't mean she's any more special than she was before it. Our child is going to be equal parts Aysgarthian and Earthling, no matter their features, characteristics, or skills. And I for one can't wait to welcome our child into this world and figure out what kind of person they are going to be. What kind of prince or princess to their people they will be.

"Do you need any help, husband?" Lottie's brow lifts and her smirk causes my insides to alight. Both with irritation and admiration.

This woman knows all the ways to push my buttons, all types of buttons in all kinds of sequences. It's been an illuminating and confusing experience, to say the least.

I've found parts of myself I never would have known were there if I hadn't met her. And with every passing day, I discover new likes and dislikes, new feelings and emotions. And it's all thanks to her.

Thanks to my beautiful, wonderful, divine queen.

"No, I don't need any help, wife. You sit your ass down and enjoy your massage. I'm perfectly capable of cleaning up our pet kids' mess."

She gives me a single, sarcastic nod and I glower at her. I know she's messing with me, but I can't help myself. I get irritated nonetheless and I'm even more determined to prove myself to her.

So I shepherd the puppies back to their play area where their destruction zone is limited to blankets and toys fit for purpose and tidy up the dresser items that have fallen to the floor before I clean up Thingamajig's mess. And I do it all under the watchful eye of my wife, whose stare I feel on the back of my head like the heat of the Aysgarthian sun on a hot winter day.

It does something to my stomach, my gut, knowing she's watching me, she's monitoring my every move, taking pleasure in my domestication and servitude to her and our pet children. It makes me hard and happy. It makes my heart beat faster and my head spins out of control with desire and ecstasy.

I love being her king but I love being her husband more.

I turn around and catch her gaze with performative frustration. "Happy?"

She shrugs and I have to bite my lip to stop my growl. I am not successful in the slightest.

"I'll still have to clean all the jewelry before they can be worn, and sanitize the dresser too. Unless you want my things to smell of dog piss."

I narrow my eyes and huff in response before turning around to do what she described, getting harder and harder knowing I'm her sole entertainment now.

By the time I finish, I'm leaking like crazy and I await her approval before I dismiss the maid.

The poor thing barely manages to escape before I drop to my knees, spread my wife's legs open, and feast on her wet, throbbing pussy.

"You love torturing me," I groan, flicking my tongue over her clit.

She holds on to the arms of the chair and pants so loud her moans echo across the room.

"I take great pleasure," she manages to stutter as I tease her nub with my lips, sucking and releasing, denying her her orgasm, as punishment.

"Do you now?" I ask and pull back altogether to stare up at her.

Her belly is so big and round it makes a knot form in my throat knowing our baby is growing inside her, that she's creating life, that our shared joy has a heartbeat.

"You're a monster," she gasps, bucking her hips to bring herself closer to my lips again.

Instead, I kiss her crotch before I trail kisses all across her belly. I braid my hair into a single plait and penetrate her with it.

She moans and brings a hand to my head as if directing me back to her pussy but I've already moved on to her breasts. Her breasts are big and gorgeous, and her nipples are hard as rock. She shivers when I touch them with my tongue.

"I thought...you...were torturing me."

I raise my eyes to meet hers and smirk.

"What can I say? I find it hard to resist you, my gorgeous queen."

She bites her lip and nods as my hair curls up inside her hitting that sensitive spot inside her. It makes her jaw drop, her eyes flutter, and her whole body shudders and she comes so hard I feel it reverberating through me.

"Oh my God, Thundar. Are you getting better at this or is everything so much more sensitive in my condition?"

I kiss up her breasts to her collarbone, her neck until I reach her lips and it's my turn to shrug.

"I guess we have many more years to find out. Unless..." I stop and stare at her.

"Unless?"

"Unless I put more babies inside you and keep you in this beautiful state for ages."

I expect a smile, or a smirk even. Not an eye roll.

"Uhm...excuse you, husband. I'm not a breeding machine."

I push a few strands of hair off her face and smile.

"I know. I was joking."

Lottie raises an eyebrow.

"Were you? Really?"

"Well...maybe not all the time. Maybe a couple more times after our firstborn," I say and cup her belly with both hands and hair.

Lottie huffs and slowly a smile creeps up her face.

"Two more doesn't sound that bad."

"I love you, my beautiful Earthling. Have I told you that today?"

"Not enough," she replies and drags me back to lips that taste so terribly decadent.

My cock is still hard and I line myself up with her pussy, determined to make sweet love to her, when the puppies start yapping in a high-pitched voice that drills down to my very brain.

"I hate these dogs!" I say and collapse on my wife who starts laughing.

"Are you telling me a little barking is going to stop the Aysgarthian king from claiming his wife?"

I grimace.

"No. But their pitiful faces will. They're too innocent to witness such debauchery."

Lottie gasps.

"Oh my, Thundar. Since when are you such a prude?"

"Me? A prude? Never."

"Then do your duty to your wife! I command it," she says and my cock jolts in response.

I get back into position when the intercom buzzes.

"For drak's sake!" I shout and Lottie dissolves back to contagious laughter.

"The gods don't want us to fuck today," she says as I get up to answer the door.

I don't even bother to cover myself or my state of desire.

Hailar's figure appears behind the door and he opens his mouth when he notices me and my wife behind me.

"I...I'm sorry to interrupt, Your Maj...Thundar." He blinks as he corrects himself.

Yet another change we've made since our wedding.

There's no reason for my best friend to be so formal at all times.

"Be quick about it. You can see I'm in the middle of something."

He nods.

"I just wanted to inform you I will be off-world for a few days."

"Ooh, don't tell me. You finally found your future mate?" Lottie coos behind me and makes a valiant effort to get up from the armchair but fails miserably.

"Indeed. I shall be leaving shortly."

"Where are you heading if I may ask?"

He licks his lips before replying to my wife.

"Earth, actually."

"Earth?" I ask.

"Yes, sir. Erm...Thundar."

I can't help but smirk at him.

"Great choice, Hailar. A piece of advice: brace yourself. Earth women are feisty, but that makes them all the more appetizing!"

"Hey! We're not a meal," Lottie cries behind me.

"Don't listen to her. They're a whole drakking feast. I'm sure you'll thoroughly enjoy yourself. And don't worry. I won't ask you how much seed you've spilled in her upon your return."

Hailar contorts his face in disgust.

"That's a thing?"

"It used to be. But no more."

"Good. Thank the Gods."

I shrug.

"You can thank your queen for that. And me, I suppose."

Hailar takes a beat and then smiles brightly.

"Thank you, then. Right. I'll be off and leave you to get back to...work."

I laugh.

"No work. Just pleasure."

Hailar bids us farewell and I close the door behind him.

"Now," I say as I turn my attention back to my wife. "Where were we?"

Lottie lies back against the chair and spreads her legs wide open, her fingers dipping into her pussy as I approach.

"I believe you were about to defile me."

"Defile? Me? Never? Drak you into oblivion on the other hand?"

"Yes please," she says, full of eagerness. Who am I to refuse my beautiful, pregnant, Earth wife?

"Right away, Your Majesty."