The Elder's Mate

Twenty-Three - Pup

Artemis glared up at the ceiling of the medical bay as Tare read over the results of the scanner. The morning light bathed the dark ceiling in a warm golden glow. It also put the Elder Yautja to her side in partial shadow. Her mood wasn't helped by the sun nor the shadows.

She was still slightly sore in her privates thanks to Rhage's "apology" sex session that went on for hours until she was nothing but a mess of moans. The jerk had tried to make peace with her, to get her to "understand", but she wasn't having it. She felt a need to protect this unknown woman Dhare wanted to find.

Her out of control libido had set that back. Rhage had gotten a little angry when she didn't bow to his will that this was how it had to be. He roared at her, which for some insane reason turned her on and he fucked her into submission when she tried to storm out of the room.

Of course, she didn't make it far since he was faster than her slow waddle.

Out of the corner of her eye, as she lied on the examination table, she caught his eye. He smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Bastard, she scoffed mentally.

She had to look away from how nice the golden sunlight made his skin shimmer. He was too attractive for his own good. Thanks to being pregnant, and better late than never, her libido had skyrocketed over the past week. Every waking minute she was turned on.

Just meeting eyes with Rhage had her wanting to pounce him. He seemed to enjoy her bottomless sex drive. It was a wonder she hadn't killed him yet, but as per usual, nothing seemed to phase the love of her life.

One of her hands stroked her rounded swell, Orion having grown quickly over the past few weeks. It had been nearly a week since she discovered that Rhage had personally hunted T-Rexes.

Over that time, especially since returning from Saqqar, Orion had doubled his growth in her womb. Her skin was stretched and sensitive, the stretch marks marred her once clear skin, her feet hurt, her hips ached almost constantly, and she was constantly hungry. Being pregnant sucked.

His quick growth worried her. She worried if she'd even be able to give birth vaginally, much less to term. The baby had to be healthy and she didn't know what would happen if he wasn't.

Just lying there waiting forever for Tare to finish his calculations was driving her nerves up the wall. Her fight with Rhage was a low simmer compared to her worry about Orion. The medic was taking too long to come to a conclusion and her patience was running thin. It had already run thin.

"What is taking so long? It'll be Christmas by the time you're done." Artemis hissed, squirming on the table to get comfortable.

Tare continued to tap away at the screen while he answered, "Results unexpected."

The Elder Clan Leader straightened and moved to stand beside Tare so he, too, could read the symbols across the screen. His lime-green eyes squinting as he read over the words. The two Yautja were silent until Artemis groaned in frustration.

She struggled to sit up, the effort making her hips ache.

Rhage rushed to her when he noticed her pained expression. "Mi'esui, it is not what you think. The results show that you will have to be induced—"

"Induced? Why?"

Tare said something to Rhage and he translated for her, "You are small and the pup is growing too fast for there to be a safe delivery naturally. He also suggests a Cesarean section, a C-Section as your kind call it." He wrapped an arm around her and she immediately leaned into his chest while his free hand caressed her swell. Inside he could feel the pup move around, the little one eager for more room.