“It’s not going to harm the babies?” I said raising a brow.
He shook his head. “If you were closer to labor it might help bring it on more quickly but you are two weeks out yet. We’re good.”
“Then what did you have in mind?” I asked. When Quinn grinned wickedly I added, “You kinky Charon, what are you going to do now?”
“Get on all fours, face that way,” He ordered.
Curious, I did as I was told. I felt a bit awkward with my belly hanging down and very exposed. It was a delicious feeling waiting for what might come next. When my mate’s hands spread my cheeks and his hot tongue lapped softly at my hole I clenched and bucked, squealing in surprise. Over my shoulder I glared back at him. “What in the high hells was that?”
“My tongue,” He replied. He smacked my ass and I bucked back for him.
“I know it was your tongue, Captain Obvious. I meant what are you doing with it?” I inquired.
“Shut up and you’ll find out,” He replied. He grabbed me roughly, parted me and flicked it again.
This time I was ready for the sensation. It sent butterflies into my stomach and electricity to my cock. A long string of pre-cum dripped onto the bed as my body responded to the sucking and licking. The tip of his tongue slipped in, twirling and pumping in and out. I dropped my head and shoulders to the bed offering up my ass willingly. He grunted in mirth and pushed in more firmly, even rubbing the edge with his teeth. “Argh Quinn, this is making me hornier.”
Quinn thrust his tongue in and lifted my balls with one hand. As he massaged them gently I found myself on a cliff, hanging over the edge of an enormous orgasm. “Damn it,” I snarled.
“All right, Del,” He chuckled, withdrawing. He helped me to sit up and with his hands guided me to his lap. “This way, riding me, you can control the depth.”
I crawled over him, grasped him by the shoulders as I raised up to find the best angle. His hand slid beneath me and guided his cock to my entry. Very slowly I slid down his shaft and we both hissed in pleasure. “I can’t believe I used to be scared of this. It feels freaking awesome.” I stated.
“Shut up, you damn Elon and ride me,” Quinn ordered. “Move your ass.”
Each stroke grew longer and just a bit deeper as I rode him, moaning. His hands rested on my hips helping to lift my heavy pregnant body then supported me as I dropped again. The intense pressure inside, the heat, the glide; it all built up until we were both gasping and sweating. We were so close to completion when Quinn slipped a hand behind my neck, pulling me in for a kiss, I felt my release was only a few strokes away.
I tugged at my cock desperately, my pre-come slicking my hand. “Ah, Quinn,” I hissed. “I’m right there.”
My cock convulsed between my fingers and deep inside I felt Quinn reach his pinnacle. He held me firmly by the waist, controlling me, and thrust hard several times moaning through his orgasm.
Quinn flopped back in the bed and carefully maintained my position over his twitching cock. “Mmmmm, my little human mate, you’ve come along way from your first time.”
I laughed, nodding. I really had. Then I remembered something he had said. “Did you call me an Elon?”
“Am I in trouble if I did?” Quinn smirked.
I squeezed my anal muscles, giving him my answer. Very quickly he surrendered to me and held out his arms, pursing his lips, demanding to be kissed. I shook my head and stated stubbornly, “Oh you think you can just kiss and make up now after calling me that?”
“Yes,” My mate answered. Damn him. His lips were like a drug that I was addicted to.
I let his softening dick slide from me, then lowered myself next to him lying on my side. Turning his head our lips met and I fed from his passion and love for several long minutes of pure bliss.
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I was uncertain how long we slept after that. All of a sudden I felt a pain like nothing I had ever experienced before. My body tensed and the agony made me cry out. Quinn was instantly awake next to me.
“What’s wrong, Del?”
“There’s a hideous creature inside clawing its way out of my ass!” I growled through my teeth at him. As the pain passed I relaxed as much as I could. I felt warm liquid puddling beneath me. I grabbed Quinn’s hand and showed him, saying “That’s my water, right?”
“Oh crap, it is,” My strong brave mate said as he quietly panicked. “You are not due for two weeks, you can’t be in labor!”
“I don’t think its up to me,” I replied. When I sensed the next contraction coming I directed Quinn, “Get me to the Medical Bay.”
“We are seven hours from Xolia, can’t you hold them back?” Quinn asked.
“Get me to Doctor Freelyn and let’s find out,” I said right before I gasped. Grunting through the pain I pointed at the door, gesturing for him to lift me.
“Should I carry you?” He asked himself. “I’m carrying you.”
“Good idea,” I hissed, waiting. Quinn maneuvered around me, tried several false starts and finally figured out how to get me off the bed wrapped in a sheet.
The trip down to the Medical Bay took forever. It wasn’t normally a trip I wanted to make but this time as soon as the doors slid open I barked, “Mom! Freelyn!”
They were by my side in an instant. My mom reached me first and took my hands. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“My water broke and I’m having contractions,” I told her.
“Mila, get the bio-reader,” The doctor ordered as Quinn set me down on the bed. My mom rushed to gather equipment. She returned with an instrument that slipped around my wrist. Dr. Freelyn read the dials the moment it hummed and beeped.
“It’s all right, Del,” The doctor said. “You’re in labor. We know what to do, okay? You’ll be fine.”
The next contraction made me groan and draw my legs up. Quinn held my hand, caressing my thigh.
With a deeply worried expression Quinn managed to ask Dr. Freelyn. “Can’t you give him something?”
I squeezed his hand to reassure him I was fine. “You’re making me nervous. You’re the big, badass Charon. My rock,” I grumbled.
Quinn ignored my efforts and pulled his hands free. He gave the doctor a long, hard stare to get his answer.
Freelyn reminded him, “It interferes with the babies. We talked about this, Quinn. He’s going to have to do this the old fashioned way.”
When I groaned, as another contraction tore through my body, Quinn’s glare turned fiery. He insisted, “Then lets get him in the water!”
I tried again. I hissed, “Quinn I’ve got this. Relax.”
The two men continued their discussion without me.
“He’s in pain!” My mate growled just inches from his ship physician’s face.
Unafraid, the older Xolian snarled back, “I know! I can see that! But it’s too early for the water tub.”
My mother was getting exasperated with the two men. She said to me, “Sweetie, you can try to walk a little. It sounds worse but I promise it may ease the pressure. Gravity will help those two move downwards.”
With my mom’s help I slid off the table a bit ungracefully and nabbed my mate’s sleeve. I stated firmly, “Quinn, I can do this. Just hold my hand.”
Quinn finally seemed to see me. He blinked in surprise, nodded, and then carefully took my hand. “Are you sure you are handling this?”
I smirked. I told him, “Better than you apparently… oh that hurts!” I squeezed his fingers as I nearly doubled over in pain.
After a moment Quinn’s eyes widened and he said, “Del, you’re breaking my fingers!”
“Sorry, Quinn. Wow, they are getting closer together and harder!”
Quinn turned and questioned my mother, “What should we do?”
Gently, she laid a hand on my back and slipped the other under my arm helping to support me. She told Quinn, “Walk him around, let gravity and his body work together.”
My mate seemed stunned. He asked, “Walk? Are you se
rious? Just walk?”
“Yes, Quinn,” My mother replied firmly.
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Quinn followed as I started to slowly shuffle around the medical bay every once in awhile stopping to pant through the wave of pain. He stated the obvious again, “He’s in pain.” It seemed to me as though he thought if he kept saying it someone might finally do something.
Dr. Freelyn and my mother responded, “We know, Quinn.”
“It helps actually, Quinn,” I told my mate. He didn’t look like he believed me.
To put my mate out of his misery of watching me go through this all on my own I gave him a job. I said helpfully, “Hey, how about you go get some of my pillows, okay? So I can nest once the babies are here?”
He looked at me dubiously then asked my medical team, “Should I?”
“That would be very helpful, thank you,” My mother said.
Quinn pointed at me and ordered, “Don’t do anything while I’m gone.”
Snorting, I asked, “Like what?”
“I know you, Del!”
My mom pushed him towards the doorway while explaining, “You probably have several hours, Quinn. In fact, why don’t you check the ship’s status too.”
Quinn frowned and shook his head. He growled at all of us, “I’ll be right back!”
My mother sighed after he left and stopped me on my next circuit around the room. “Now tell me how you’re really doing, Del.”
I laid my head on her shoulder and whimpered. I told her softly, “It hurts, mom. Feels like these kids have machetes in there.”
“Keep walking, Del. Breathe through the worst of it. If you need ice chips, let me know,” she reassured me.
“How in high hell did you get through labor?” I asked her. My question ended in a panting grunt.
“Drugs, sweetie. I wanted it all pain free. I’m a wuss,” she said with a light laugh. I smiled back at her.
I told her, “Nope, no wuss. You raised me and all alone mostly. I was a real pain of a teenager.”
“This is the payback, Del, that I always prayed for.”
“Oh ha ha,” I replied.
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We’d only completed one more round when the medical bay door slid open and revealed my mate carrying every pillow I owned. On top of his pile were the two blankets and the matching pair of teddy bears my mother had made.
I stopped and stood with my back against the medical bed, one hand cradling my belly as I sucked ice chips out of a cup I held in the other. I handed my mother the cup as Quinn piled his goods onto the bed.
“Anything happen?” he asked.
“In ten minutes? Um no, not much. I farted though,” I responded trying to keep the mood light.
Quinn nodded seriously and said, “Okay, that’s good. Means things are moving in there, right?”
Freelyn replied, “Yes. It’s a good sign.”
“Do we need to give him an enema?” My mate asked.
I squinted at him. “There’s no way you are shoving a pipe up there, Quinn.”
He ignored my answer and asked the doctor again, “Do we?”
Freelyn paused and I was afraid he’d suggest it, but thankfully he shook his head instead. “No, he should be fine. If he needs more lubricant besides what his body is producing, I can always add some.”
“Why don’t you lay down next to each other on the big bed and try to rest?” My mom suggested.
Doctor Freelyn and Quinn assisted me onto it on my side then Quinn settled in next to me with my back towards him. He draped an arm over me and softly caressed my belly. Each time a contraction came my mom silently timed it and Quinn supported me by holding me, kissing my shoulders. In between the spasms that shook my body, I closed my eyes and tried to focus on being calm.
“You know something, Quinn?” I asked. “You are my favorite pillow.”
My mate’s laughter was an encouraging sign we’d make it through this together.
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“I think we might make it to Xolia,” Dr. Freelyn told my mate some time later. “The contractions have not gotten harder or closer together. I’ll check to see where the dilation…”
“Unh, that’s a hard one,” I yelped fighting the urge to suddenly push. “I think these babies disagree with you, doctor.”
“Get up on your hands and knees, Del. Rock back and forth. That might ease the pain.” My mother recommended.
Quinn helped me to get turned over and in the proper position. I was proud of how supportive he was. I grasped his hand and held it during the worst spasm yet. “Stay in there you two, we’re almost home,” he whispered to the twins. “Just a little while longer I promise.”
The pain was overwhelming and the rocking only eased it a tiny fraction. During the next interlude I told Quinn, “Help me walk around just a bit, that felt better, not so much pressure on my stomach.”
He assisted me to an almost upright position and my medical team immediately grabbed ahold of me however they could. My mother had an eye on the time, telling Freelyn, “That was only a few minutes from the last one.”
“Let’s get you in that tank,” the doctor ordered.
I glanced up at my mate’s worried face. “I’m sorry they won’t be born on Xolia, Quinn.”
He seemed taken aback. He replied, gently sliding the sheet away from my body, “I don’t care if they are born on Xolia or not. I just wanted to get there for your sake. The medical clinic is better equipped for this.”
My mother chuckled, “Del was born in a water taxi as I tried to get to our medical clinic. He came a bit early too.”
The three of them helped me to the platform that would lower into the deep physical therapy tank. The water was warm, inviting and relaxing. The moment I entered it, I sighed and gave my mate a reassuring grin. “Got any bubbles?” I asked him.
“I’m sure we have a little rubber Hurada somewhere,” Doctor Freelyn said. He leaned towards me grinning wickedly but trying to look professional. He pointed down into the water with his gloved hand. “Gotta check, Del, how much you are dilated. I can gently check by inserting fingers or if you prefer, your mother can.”
“Kill me,” I told Quinn.
He snorted. “You’re fine. You’ll live.”
As embarrassing as it was it was over quickly. I was completely dilated. The doctor said, straightening, “Soon, Del, you’ll feel an urge to push.”
“I feel like I have to take a dump, “ I remarked trying very hard not to bear down.
“Yes, that’s the signal to push, Del,” The doctor answered. Now on the next contraction I want you to push. Keep pushing as long as we tell you to.”
The next contraction was a whopper. I yelled and squatted lower in the tank. “Fuck this hurts!”
Everyone else yelled, “Push, Del!”
I tried. I really did. “Ok, can we just pretend this part is over already? I’d like to go home now.”
“I’m sorry, Del,” Quinn said. He rubbed my back as we waited for the first twin to rip out my guts.
As it started I glared at him, “Ohhh this is so your fault! Ungh!”
“Don’t talk! Push!” I got scolded in three voices. I was apparently trying to push a giant space cruiser out of a tiny vent. There was no way these kids were coming out.
“Good, now relax in between,” My mother said, reassuring me with her presence. Maybe having the babies here was a good thing after all. On Xolia I’m not sure their physicians would have allowed anyone else but my mate in the birthing room.
“Breathe, Del,” Quinn helpfully reminded me. “Breathe.”
“If you tell me to breathe one more time I’m going to rip your dick off,” I growled grimacing. I rubbed my belly telling the babies, “Go a bit easier on daddy. You don’t need to tear out my guts as you come out.”
I groaned as the first twin responded by using a blowtorch on my asshole. I pushed as hard as I could until I literally saw stars.
Somebody’s hand was in the wa
ter, I had closed my eyes so I’m not sure who it was. “Here it comes, sweetie,” my mom said firmly. “Now push!”
I screamed as the white-hot sensation in my ass peaked but I kept bearing down.
“I feel the head, Del. Push again!” My mom ordered.
I whimpered. “I cant. I’m tired.”
“It’s okay, Del. One more time! Push!”
I pushed a huge square peg through a tiny circular hole. Suddenly the pressure and pain eased.
Something warm and soft slid between my legs as mom maneuvered it. She used her hands to ease it up to the surface of the water. As I opened my eyes I caught a glance at Quinn. He was losing it, about to cry. The baby pressed against my belly and mesmerized, I reached down and scooped it up into my arms. The brightest green eyes stared up at me from a face shrouded by dark hair. Even though the baby was bloodied and covered in a slick substance I didn’t care. It was a beautiful sight. I wiped away a tear as cradled my first born.
“Your son is beautiful,” My mother remarked. She gave me a few moments for us to bond and then she gently cut the cord, delivered the placenta to make room for the twin’s arrival and wrapped the infant in a soft towel. Cooing softly words of welcome and love, she handed the secure bundle to Quinn. She whispered to me, “You’ve got more work to do, baby. Let’s let Quinn hold his son.”
Quinn took the baby bundle a bit awkwardly and asked, “What do I do?”
Freelyn answered, “Just hold him and keep him warm. Don’t drop him. Looks like the other is on its way.”
More agony. I doubled over, my face near the water. More pushing. This time it was over a lot faster. Only a few hard contractions later the head crowned. I felt as it slipped out and into the water. The ordeal over, all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Smaller baby came second, wasn’t that considerate,” My mom said, assisting the baby to my arms.
This little one had flowing blonde hair that reminded me of sunlight after the rain. The eyes were a light green with just a hint of blue near the center. When it kicked and squirmed and started to squall loudly we all saw something remarkable. The baby was a girl.
“Oh my,” I said to Quinn. “A girl.”
After a moment he uttered, “She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Del. They both are.”
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