The Monster at the End of This Pregnancy: MM Fantasy Mpreg Romance by Edie Monte

Author:Edie Monte [Monte, Edie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Punky

I spent the next two weeks trying to work some kind, any kind, of magic. After closing the mating bite I'd given Lark, the only thing I seemed to be able to control with any predictability was his cock, which had nothing to do with magic unless our mate bond itself counted as magic. Not only did Lark want me a second night in a row, he sometimes wanted me more than once a day. He also didn't mind switching if I was in the mood for it.

While I considered my new body to be more animalistic than my human form, I found it far more sensual. I responded to Lark's every touch like a well-tuned instrument. He turned me on with every taste, every sound, every touch.

I didn't want to jinx it, but after that first night, I was certain I already had fertilized eggs growing inside me. I barely knew this body, yet I could tell something was different.

When I told Priestess Alma I had trouble sensing my magic, she merely smiled at me and said, "That's because the babies are stealing it from you for now. That's what they're supposed to do."

"Babies?"

"You and Lark have consummated your relationship, yes?"

I nodded.

"I sensed a change in your magic the first day we were supposed to practice," she reassured me.

That meant Lark had gotten me pregnant the first night he'd fucked me. It was a good thing I was on board with this whole baby-making operation.

Huh. I really was okay with this, with mating Lark and carrying his children, with all of it.

Priestess Alma patted my shoulder. "Keep practicing. Once the eggs are here, you'll need as much magic as you can muster to protect them in the caves."

She walked away before I could ask her (again) why they thought the caves were the best place to hatch the eggs. Before, she'd claimed it was tradition. With the way the tunnels had cooled over the years, I wanted to argue, but the best way to win that argument would be to prove we could safely hatch our eggs in Lark's cabin.

First, I would have to lay them.

I was the last one out the door for lunch, which gave me the chance to ask one more question of Priestess Alma. "How long do I have before," I swallowed hard. "You know. Like Grindl?" I was still not certain my cock could handle the whole egg-laying process. Last night, I had a nightmare that an egg got stuck in my cock and wouldn't come out.

"Ten more weeks," she said. "Then, it's six months until they hatch."

Six months. No wonder Grindl got sick. Six months without being able to leave those disgusting caves would make me sick, too. I wondered if there was any way I could communicate with Grindl, to let him know of a better way before it was too late for his current clutch.

A week later, my body, which previously had shown no signs of change, started to rebel. First came the abdominal cramps.

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