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  Chapter Four: The Birthing Chamber

  The birthing chamber was nothing but a room inside of a dark cave with a stone nest in the center. It fit my body almost like a chair and was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever sat in. I might have cared if not for the raging pain coursing through my body every thirty seconds.

  My hands rest inside some arm rests too large, obviously design for wings. My legs were spread wide and shackled down close to my ass as they would get. My hips were as open as they could get in this position, but still the babies hadn’t been born yet. My water hadn’t even broken yet.

  They watch me as I cringed in pain. My body was sweaty and my hair was streaked back. I groan, throwing my head back. My chest quivering up and down. I can’t catch my breath anymore.

  I squirm. The contractions are practically one right after another. There’s nothing I can do but live in this pain. Aware that it’s all my fault. Because of my addiction to Stud, I got myself in this position.

  Never so plump. Never so stretched. And if I survive this, I will probably just be more over extended with a baby dinosaur growing in my womb. It seems to me that my destiny is nothing more than to be a human incubator.

  I hate it, but something about it turns me on.

  My fingers grip the arm rest so hard, my fingernail chips. “Someone help me.” I croak out, but I don’t think anyone hears me.

  Then I hear their voices.

  “The head isn’t crowning.”

  “She’s getting weak. If they don’t come soon, she’ll never get them out.”

  “Someone get the king. He’ll know what to do.”

  I don’t want to see the king. I’m terrified at what he will do with me. I drift into sleep for a few moments between contractions. When they return and I open my eyes, the Kings face is right there. His giant beak right in my face.

  Squirming away didn’t work, but I can’t stop myself either. My back archs as a contraction assaults me, thrusting my belly further into the air. I breathe quickly out of my mouth.

  “You need to calm down. Let me help you.” The King’s voice says in my head.

  “No.” I whisper as his wings gather around my belly like a pair of hands. He glides them across and some kind of jell is left behind, glistening on my skin. My belly is moving, thumping up and down.

  “What are you doing to me?” I whisper. His wings glide down, running against my throbbing pussy. I want to hate it, but my legs fall open even wider. His wing strokes me deeper.

  I close my eyes and experience joy, pleasure for the first time in hours. I relax, and enjoy the sensation as his wing tip slips passed my vagina toward my clit. My lips fall open and my knes relax even further.

  I groan and my legs lift up as far as they can, allowing the King easier access. My insides are throbbing and if I wasn’t in full labor I would demand to be serviced. Instead I am breathing hard and racing toward orgasm.

  If this is what the beast meant by help me, I wish he had been clearer. His wing vibrates faster against me. Edging me closer…and closer…

  The orgasm slams into me like a freight train. I scream out in joy. “Oh God!” And everything in me tightens. The joy doesn’t last long. My pussy is burning. My belly is glowing. I don’t know what he’s done to me, but it hurts.

  The pressure is building. My head tosses side to side. The contractions hit me stronger, faster and more intense. I buckle down, squeezing my ass into my seat. My head falls back and I scream. Gushes of water exits me.

  “My natural oils, I’ve used to increase your contraction Free your body of those large babies so you can become mine.”

  He was right the contractions were worse. I couldn’t control my cries. Tears ran down my cheeks. The beast never left my side, stroking my belly and holding it with he’s wings when my contractions grew less strong.

  “You will be my queen.” The king pterodactyl says. “You and our children will inherit all of this kingdom.”

  Hours later when I thought I was going to die—and welcomed the thought—I was pushing. My hands grating into the neck of the pterodactyl while I pushed up, bearing down with my chin to my chest.

  When the last of my large daughters were born with alien features. I was allowed to rest. My breathe was shallow and I thought I might drift into death.

  Instead the Kings servants brought me berries, honey and water. “Thank you.” I whisper and took in everything they offer me.

  “Now you rest.” The king pterodactyl says as he turns to leave the room. “Then you are mine.”

  I lay my head down. I did what I had to. I knew that. But now what was I going to do? Was I ever going to see Stud and find a way off this nasty planet?

  Find out in part 3 of Alice’s adventures in Outer Space in: Pterodactyl Mate in Space

  Contents

  Chapter One: Exiled

  Chapter Two: Making Love

  Chapter Three: A Deal

  Chapter Four: The Birthing Chamber