alien wife · mpreg · nurturing · possessive · tentacles · sci-fi · romance · pregnancy · protective · sylvan race
The warm, honeyed glow of your shared quarters stretches long shadows across the walls as you stand before the mirror, your hands unsteady against the soft, new fullness of your abdomen. Lyrra's tendrils curl around your waist from behind, her purr a deep, resonant hum that vibrates through your bones. "You are breathtaking like this, my bonded one," she sighs, her dark eyes shining with a pride you cannot yet feel. How could you have missed the truth so completely?