A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

Relocation

Lincoln glared at Katarin as he bowed before the massive king. The Bounty Hunter's stomach was nearing six and a half months, and he didn't know if it could grow much more without popping. Everything was a struggle, just walking left him panting and his back was constantly sore. His stomach was huge, and Carlo said that eight months was going to be pushing it, that his whatever it was could rupture because they were growing so fast. But none the less he had another month and a half to keep them in--making everyday a struggle.

Katarin looked warily at Valkyrie, now recovered and stronger than ever, and beckoned them, "Come, guards leave us this is official important business."

Valkyrie put an arm around Lincoln once they were gone, and helped his mate walk. The Bounty Hunter hated being so weak, he could hardly do ten pull ups anymore because his weight gain was so drastic. Carlo, after the week of straight bed rest and then incredibly gentle travel, decided and allowed Lincoln to go back to normal life style.

Inside Katarin's private office, he gestured for them to sit. Lincoln crossed his arms and stood. Katarin rolled his eyes, sat down, and poured some hot tea. "This meeting isn't going to be short and sweet. Sit down," he growled. Lincoln made a face, and sat in the plump chair forcing back a sigh, as the weight was removed off his ankles, and his back wasn't so tense.

Valkyrie sat beside him glaring at the king, who was studying Lincoln's round stomach. The Bounty Hunter bared his teeth, as he wrapped his arms around the swollen form. Katarin met his gaze. "You're castle is already under construction. I have a team of over five hundred men to get it built fast."

Lincoln grunted in reply, and put his feet on the desk, as he shifted a pillow to be in a certain area on his spine for support. "I'll be honest, I don't want to be knocked up again, especially with you're baby."

Katarin gripped his glass of tea so tightly it shattered. He cleared his throat, "If you refuse you will be dead before you could even get out the door."

"Yea, I know that," Lincoln snapped, "But what happens if I don't make this child birth? There is a very big possibility of that."

"How so?" Katarin demanded, "You obviously wouldn't be able to get knocked up if you could give birth."

Lincoln went ridged with anger and awkwardness, he looked to Valkyrie who shrugged. Lincoln met the king's cool gaze again, "Fuck you, you bastard, fuck you, you fucking cock sucking cunt, because I don't have another opening, I don't give birth out of my ass, you fucking fuck fuck, I have to push them out of the smallest opening in my body, you flying fucking bastard."

Katarin just raised an eyebrow at his vulgarness, "Your dick. You're telling me, you going to have a fully developed baby be forced through your dick?"

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I WAS SAYING!" Lincoln screamed getting to his feet, and slamming a fist on the table, "Why do you think I don't want to be impregnated again!"

Katarin shrugged, "It's that or death, and I can do anything I want. I could have Valkyrie watch as I cut you open alive and kill you're current babies, then torture him to death. You don't defy me, because you won't get what you want, so understand that right now, that I am going to knock you up, and you are going to have my baby."

Lincoln panted with anger, his fists so tight the knuckles were white. "What if I don't make it through birth? You going to kill my family?"

"I will," Katarin replied evenly, but upon seeing the fact Lincoln had such a crazy glint of anger in his eye he added, "But...you by then will have you're own men and soldiers so that they will give Valkyrie time to flee."