“No…” Alana protested, panting as her body continually attempted to adapt to the growth in her womb. “It didn’t work, did it?” she asked, knowing something had gone wrong but not knowing what. XXX Then she smiled, “Will it grow flowers for me?”
“No, Beloved,” Sibilius informed her. All of her beloved father’s accomplishments were behind him, now. He wouldn’t ever subject her to this again. ‘He’s still dreaming!’ she suddenly realized as she felt herself being carried in his arms. “Not suffer… Feel wonder… So alive… It’s just happen… so fast!”
Suddenly Alana screamed, completely terrifying her lifemate as she arched her swollen belly upward. This is exciting!”
Alana lay on the ground, her bloodied belly slowly healing (another artificial improvement made to her species eons ago) while the as-yet unnamed plant continued to expand inside her womb.
