Free Desired By The Alien by Rosette Lex Page A

somewhat impatiently.
     
    Vivienne’s eyebrows rose in quiet amusement. “Assuming it worked this time, there will be a baby in nine months.” She reached up to pat his cheek as he gaped at her.
     
    “Welcome to the world of reproductive breeding. It’s slow and messy and has a shitload of unpleasant side effects, and people only do it because it’s fun.”
     
    She stretched out underneath him and after a moment, she pointed out, “But you did fulfill that prophecy thing. You fucked a woman. There is potential for a baby. Congrats, your highness. I’m pretty sure that makes you king.”
     
    Que stared down at her, his eyes wide, as if that hadn’t occurred to him until just that moment. And then he grinned and surged down to kiss her again.
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    They kept it quiet at first. It was fairly common knowledge amongst the men living on the base that Que and Vivienne were having sex, but they didn’t seem to connect point A to point B in that regard.
     
    The fact that Vivienne had essentially moved into his room—during the night, at least, as she still needed her space during the day—was proof enough that something intimate was going on with them, though none of them seemed to have enough of a clue about how babies were actually made to come to any exciting conclusions, so keeping it quiet at first was fairly easy.
     
    There was no point in making any announcements prematurely. The prophecy had been that he who sired a natural child would be king, not simply he who bedded a human woman.
     
    There was no sense in spreading the news if it turned out that Vivienne hadn’t conceived, or if she was simply going to miscarry in a couple weeks (that had been an… interesting topic to explain: “Oh, yeah, even if I get pregnant, the fetus might just randomly die for any number of reasons and there isn’t really anything we can do about it.”).
     
    Days passed. Vivienne got sick a couple times, but she thought little of it. It wasn’t until it became an almost daily occurrence that she began to think it meant something.
     
    “I think I’m pregnant,” she told Que as she sat on the edge of the bed.
     
    He paused, stunned, before he grinned more sincerely than Vivienne had ever seen before.
     
    He looked as if he wanted to pounce, but he froze, unsure for a rare moment.
     
    “I’m still not breakable,” Vivienne pointed out.
     
    Que’s grin turned impish and he pinned her to the bed once again.
     
    The news spread quickly. Vivienne swore the entirety of Fort Mallimae knew by the next morning, and it seemed news had spread to the city by the end of the night, and from there it was just a matter of time before everyone knew.
     
    No one quite seemed to know what to do about it, beyond moving Que and Vivienne to the capital to more easily facilitate a change in power.
     
    Vivienne didn’t know what she had expected to happen.
     
    Calm acceptance? Hatred?
     
    She hadn’t expected to be desired, though. Not on a large scale, at least. But duels broke out in the capital, with men challenging Que for her hand. Time and again, he beat them down.
     
    Eventually, Vivienne grew tired of being fought over like a piece of meat thrown to a pack of dogs; the novelty had been short-lived to begin with.
     
    So the next time a challenge was issued, Vivienne kneed the challenger in the crotch, and when he fell to his knees in agony, she kicked him in the face. As blood spurted from his nose and he toppled over, Vivienne glared down at him and stated flatly, “There’s your answer.”
     
    Que very nearly laughed himself into a coma.
     
    The challenges didn’t stop after that—it would take more than just a single incident before people backed off—but they slowed down, at least, and they were more tolerable when Vivienne got to handle them herself.
     
    The actual change of power was slow to happen, but when it did, to say it was grand did it no service.
     
    The capital itself