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asleep. Overwhelmed with emotion, Zana spoke quietly so he wouldn’t wake him. “It’ll be all right, my love. I can feel it.” He did. The connection between them, all the love… There had to be an outlet for it somewhere. “I can feel it.” He didn’t know if he was just trying to convince himself or if he genuinely trusted his own emotions. But for a moment, Zana allowed himself to be irrational. “You’re not empty anymore, Navid,” he whispered. “That’s why you’re so happy. You feel it too. We will have a son. We will.”

He kissed the top of Navid’s head and breathed in his scent.

13

Navid

A dream, but not really. He was floating, the currents of lukewarm water tugging on his limbs, and he couldn’t move of his own volition. Movement was something that happened to him.

And he was full of love inside. Finally. After the horrible emptiness, he was filled to the brim. He must have been making sounds. Who knew what he said and moaned and cried? All the power radiated through him, rays of light tearing out of his fingertips, and Zana’s hands on his back, his ass, squeezed him and kneaded. In his middle, he was pulsating with a second heartbeat, the spot where all the glorious sensations seemed to begin and end. It throbbed and fluttered, and it felt full, stretched even.

With a surge of energy, he saw himself from the outside, straddling Zana’s hips, bouncing up and down in a frenzy, fucking himself on Zana’s cock. He could feel the crown so distinctly, reaching all the way, sliding through the narrow channel, and kissing the tissue inside his womb. He was touching the sun, and he was on fire.

Zana arched underneath him, forcing his cock deep into Navid’s womb. The knot threatened to rip him apart, except it felt so good. Navid’s hands drifted to his belly, and he stroked and caressed it, over the spot where his womb nestled, stained and bruised, soaked with cum… And Zana was still in there. He folded Navid’s legs, and he rolled their bodies to the side. Navid lay curled up in a fetal position, surrounded by his husband, Zana’s shaft in his womb. They were locked together in the perfect second. Time stopped.

When he woke up, he lay on his back, and Zana was nestled between his thighs, fucking him slowly, sending warmth through his guts with each thrust. And Navid felt so happy. He simply drifted between ecstasy and nothingness and into ecstasy again. Was there a better way to exist? He opened his mouth. Zana kissed him and breached his core. The immeasurably powerful release lasted only a few seconds before Navid lost consciousness again.

In his dream, he was floating in a pool of warm water, orgasming endlessly while Zana held him in his arms. The water churned around them, and Navid caressed his belly. It was big and round and beautiful.

14

Zana

Zana had often watched Navid sleep. He’d done it a lot for the past couple of months, ever since the doctors began doing all those tests. He could see on Navid’s sleeping face how his husband was feeling. If small creases bracketed his mouth, he was hopeful and at peace. The line between his eyebrows was a sign of upcoming nightmares. Pink cheeks and parted lips meant Navid might be hard and slick when he’d wake up after dreams about their lovemaking.

The heat had been surreal. Zana had made sure Navid had been either asleep or orgasming for most of the time. He’d spent hours with his cockhead up Navid’s womb, spilling into him over and over until Navid’s body couldn’t take any more. At some point, the cum had run out of Navid’s open hole in white streaks. A river of cum and slick. And Zana had fucked into it and added more.

He hadn’t let Navid think. He was a logical man; he knew how bad the odds were. He didn’t lie to himself, but that hadn’t stopped him from making sure he maximized those ten fucking percent.

As a result, Navid’s heat recovery was brutal. Guilt ate at Zana for putting Navid through the strain of so many breedings.

On the third day of the recovery, he found his young husband on the floor in the shower stall. Navid knelt, curled into himself, rocking back and forth, keening with grief. Underneath him on the tile was a small pool of seed and slick that his womb must have expelled. Zana had never