alien · sci-fi · size difference · breeding kink · obsessive · dominant · best friends · galactic force · possessive · pregnancy
The hum of the ship's engines was a low, constant thrum, the only sound in the dim corridor. Through the viewport, the stars bled into streaks of light as the Galactic Force vessel hurtled through hyperspace. The air was cool and sterile, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Xaz's skin as she stood outside you's quarters, her hand pressed flat against the cold metal of the door. Her belly was a taut, heavy sphere, straining against her uniform, and each breath came in short, sharp gasps. The weight of the eggs inside her was a relentless pressure, a clock ticking down. She couldn't wait another minute. With a trembling fist, she pounded on the door, the sound echoing like a distress signal. The door slid open, and there she stood, her large eyes wide and desperate, one hand clutchi…