And as soon as the tip of my head was firmly inside her, Rachel sat down on my cock, the length of it disappearing inside her pussy as she began to steadily rock back and forth against my frame.
“Rachel…” I groaned, my waist reaching up to meet her own with every movement of her hips. “My Gods. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I can’t help it,” she whined as she lifted her hips away from me again, just enough for my cock to almost slip all the way outside her, right before she slammed back down against my shaft. “I don’t know why it’s so much worse when I’m pregnant.”
“Maybe because you want other females to know that I am yours,” I suggested, my cock throbbing inside my Rachel, the beautiful sight of her breasts bouncing with every thrust threatening to push me right over the edge. “Your wetness tends to mark me with your scent.”
“…Wait. Are you saying that other people can smell me on you?”
“Not you, exactly,” I clarified with a grin. “But others can sometimes tell when I’ve just mated. Not all the time, though.”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” Rachel’s cheeks went red as she continued to rock against my cock, her hands pressing down on my chest for support.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, my love.” I smiled up at her as I placed my hands on her waist, keeping her in place on top of me as I began to roughly thrust inside her.
And Rachel let me take full control, no longer moving against me as she accepted the motion of my hips, her breath seeming to catch in her throat. “Wexxon…I’m…I’m so close…”
I let out a contented sigh as I thrust into her again, making sure that my cock was angled toward that special spot inside her, the one that always made her scream my name.
And soon enough, Rachel was coming on my shaft, her pussy tightening around the length of it as she trembled on top of me. For a moment, I considered giving her time to recover, noticing the way her breaths were coming ragged and quick.
But instead, I hastily moved away from the floor while cautiously carrying my wife in my arms. And before Rachel had a chance to say anything in response to my actions, I’d pressed her back against a nearby wall, my hands supporting her thighs as I slammed my cock back inside her.
“Wexxon! Wexxon!” Rachel cried out as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her head resting against the wall, too. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
“You’re so perfect, my Rachel,” I murmured down at her, my cock steadily moving inside her. “And you’re going to be mine forever.”
“Yours…forever…” Rachel moaned, her breaths coming out fast yet again. “Wexxon…I love you…I love you…”
“I love you, too, my little warrior,” I moaned in return, pounding my cock into her for a final time as I spilled my warm seed inside her. And as I came deep inside her pussy, Rachel let out a soft yawn, her eyes becoming half-lidded and heavy with sleep.
And I smiled to myself as my little warrior nodded off right after coming on my cock, sudden tiredness being another side effect of her pregnancy, another sign that she was getting so much closer to bringing our child into the world.
Chapter Eighteen
Rachel
“What do you think of the name Quethos?” I asked as I flipped through a baby name book in the castle’s library. I’d picked it up while I was in the city with Wexxon, right before we’d gone out for another drink and meal at the bar, a building that was quickly becoming one of my favorites on Xelxar. I considered using an Earth name but I don’t want my baby to not fit into his home.
“That’s one of the most popular names in the city,” Palqeet replied, her attention on the book in front of her. She’d been obsessed with reading the classics lately, and while I would’ve loved to discuss them with her, I wasn’t sure if my reading level was up to par.
But maybe in another month or two.
“Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?” I pressed.
And Palqeet looked up from her book. “Is that what we want? We want our child to have a super common name? Why not determine his interests by survey, too?”
“Actually, I think Aldvirion might approve of that technique.” I smirked.
And Palqeet let out a dramatic sigh in response. “Of course Aldvirion would. But I refuse to go by what Aldvirion says, unless it’s specifically about the health of the child. Anything social or otherwise? That should go through me.”
Palqeet then held up a finger, before she went on. “What about the name Hiplox? It’s trending in the city. And it’ll signal that his family keeps up with trends.”
“Oh, no thanks.” I shook my head. “I wasn’t much of a trendsetter back on Earth, and I don’t think I want the added pressure of trying to be cool on a totally different planet.”
“Fine. What about Gurgjil?”
“That…kind of sounds like someone’s about to vomit.” I frowned. “I don’t think that one’s any good.”
“Weono?”
“…Maybe.” I hummed as I tapped my fingers along the library’s desk. “We should put that one in the maybe column.”
“Is that not where all the potential names for the child are right now?” Palqeet pouted. “Rachel, you know that you are due to give birth at any moment. You should really think about narrowing down the name options—”
Palqeet’s response was interrupted by the distinct sound of my water breaking, a large, sloshing sound that slid from between my legs in one, huge droplet.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t help the curse that came from my lips, my hands moving down toward my waist. “Go get Aldvirion!”
“What about Wexxon? Shouldn’t he be the first to know—”
“Aldvirion first!” I replied. “Go! Go! Go!”
Palqeet nodded before she ran out of the library, moving so fast the pages in the book that she’d been reading flipped to a close.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I was about to have a baby. I was about to be someone’s mom.
I tried to calm myself, even as I felt my son slightly shifting around inside me, seemingly just as ready to come out of me as my body was to let him go. I then forced myself to take deep breath after deep breath, all the while reminding myself that I’d been preparing for this for months and Aldvirion, despite his attitude, was one of the best doctors on Xelxar.
I was in good hands medically and emotionally, which meant that my odds at a successful delivery were through the roof.
And yet, despite such a comforting statistic, it still felt like I was on the verge of having a pre-baby breakdown.
By the time that I’d woken up, the sky had turned from morning to night. I’d been warned ahead of time that there was a high chance that I wouldn’t be able to give birth to the child naturally, especially if they were going to be the same size as an average Xelxar child when they were born.
And it looked like Aldvirion had been right about my son resembling Wexxon more than he resembled me, the size of him requiring me to be knocked unconscious for a C-section.