Free Match Made in HeVan by Lucy Kelly Page A

husbands in perilo when they were so large with child. Those women made flowing nightwear gowns, enhancing their beauty while preserving the women’s modesty.
    Malpha already owned a great many sexy garments, but she had ideas for new ones specifically designed to accommodate her chains. The tops cupped and supported her breasts while leaving them bare from the nipples up. The bottoms came in two pieces, which fastened at the hips. They also had a detachable crotch, for easier access, so she could switch out the panel throughout the day. The constant stimulation of her clit kept her wet and ready; replacing the panel, as needed, prevented chafing.
    BianCa, who had worn pretty feminine clothing her entire life, was drawn to looks with a more masculine design aesthetic. She was so dainty and small, compared to Thors, that she always felt feminine whatever she wore. As a result, her choices were geared for comfort and enhancement of her ripe pregnant belly, showing a lot of skin.
    On the sixth day, the women belonging to Clan KowLer began preparing to return home. They would pack up and have their shuttles take off first thing in the morning. A secondary benefit of the visit was the stronger ties between the two clans. The animosity the previous duke fostered was vanquished when the women became friends. Malpha had been the one to bridge the gap by setting up a night of pampering. She and BianCa purposely had mixed the seating arrangements so everyone got to know each other quickly. The sleeping arrangements had also been decided by age and stage of pregnancy, instead of clan.
    Like the other women of the palace, Malpha was anxious to see her husband. She had been gone a little more than a month and her own pregnancy now showed. Would Ben still find her alluring?

    Late the next morning, as the shuttle approached the landing pad, she looked around and saw a worried look pass over more than one face. She immediately sat up straighter in her seat and put a smile on her face.
    “You all look beautiful. The rest has been good for all of us,” she said to the group, reminding them to believe in themselves.
    “One nice thing about coming home is that we can have the men carry our bags for us,” said one of the women, causing a few to laugh.
    “Another nice thing about coming home is that I’ll be sleeping with my husband tonight instead of JolEne, she snores,” said another.
    The laughter continued as the women thought of more and more outrageous reasons why it was nice to be home and have men in their lives again.
    So it was a group of laughing, happy women who exited the shuttle. The men, seeing the glowing happy women, were quick to smile in response. This was the best part of the return, the warm welcome home. More than one woman was a little out of breath from the ardent welcome they received from their mate.
    Malpha, accompanied by GemMa and a few other women she’d become good friends with, quickly spotted her king standing at the end of the long passageway from the shuttle to the flight lounge. Though they hadn’t met, because he’d been away on a diplomatic mission, she recognized the old man standing beside the king. RubEn was one of the leaders of the Assembly and an advisor to the previous king. He held a great deal of power. He was also known to be against any increase in freedoms granted to women. She planned to change his mind.
    In deference to the heat, she had worn a short skirt which danced around her thighs as she walked, showing long legs tanned from the sun. Her halter top fastened at the back of her neck. The material was tight until just below her breasts, where panels of fabric swung back and forth over the small mound of her stomach. There were flashing glimpses of her skin, the ruby in her navel winked in the light. She’d worn her hair up in a high tail at the back of her head. A cone-shaped holder had it swinging free several inches away from her body. She wore string sandals tied at her ankles.