Warriors from another planet

[S?]Still there's love and trust - chapter 87

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Warning!: swearing, angst, smut? death (mention), kink

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Bewo turned to him and the big alien nodded.

"I'll take you to her then," Bewo said and smiled softly. The smile looked fake. It probably was. Bewo had no one left. He only had his mother but she wasn't allowed here and he couldn't leave the planet. The other commanders had forbidden him.

Marco did nothing to hide his erection when he got up. He did try to spare Noah from the sight but he wanted Bewo to see it. He wanted Bewo to take him.

Bewo did notice. Marco smirked when he watched Bewo's eyes lock on Marco's lower body.

Their eyes met when Marco started to walk and Bewo saw Marco's smirk.

They made their way out and when the door closed and locked Marco wanted to slam Bewo against the door and kiss him senseless. He didn't. Not after what Bewo said...

"For once, Marco," Bewo let out and chuckled softly. "I'm not in the mood."

"You were yesterday," Marco mumbled after leaning into Bewo's large chest.

Bewo didn't answer. He slowly started walking and Marco followed by his side.

Marco was honestly surprised when he realized Bewo really didn't want to. Bewo had led him to their daughter. Marco had thought he would be led to their bedroom.

"You wanted to see her," Bewo let out and walked in. Marco followed.

There was silence for a while. They just stood there and looked at their creation.

"She's healthy," Marco spoke gently. He had already forgotten about his horny state. But it was there... right under his skin so when they were done here he would attack Bewo again. He would complain and beg for Bewo to fuck right into him.

"Do you think we should spend more time with her?" Bewo asked softly. "Naturally babies are carried around and can hear and sense different things. Should we do that as well?"

"We can't bring her around, Bewo," Marco let out and looked at the father of his child. It was weird to think that way but it was true. Bewo was the father of their child.

"I know," Bewo let out. There was a long pause where none of them spoke. They just adored their little one. "There isn't long anymore. She will soon be born. There is only a month and a week left." That means Noah would be about 1 and a half weeks pregnant now, Marco thought for a fleeting moment. Then his thoughts switched...

"That reminds me...~" Marco said and turned to Bewo with a smug smile. "She needs food when she comes." He nodded down at his small breasts.

Bewo smiled when he understood.

"I guess you will get it your way anyway," Bewo said and rolled his eyes. He grabbed Marco by the waist and lifted him up. Marco instinctively wrapped his legs around Bewo.

They met in a deep and long-lasting kiss.

"We should find a room," Marco said after parting with a gasp.

"We definitely should," Bewo said and glanced briefly at their child's closed eyes.

Bewo didn't let Marco down the whole way to their room. Cannarrians that walked down the hallways glanced at them.