Loveth screams, and I pull her behind me. She almost strangles me; she's squeezing me so tightly, but I'm not going to let them get her. A small part of my mind can't help but notice the feeling of her hard nipples digging into my back. I shake off the thought of examining our company. Now is not the time to think with my second head.
Six sets of silvery eyes look at us curiously. Each eye has a cat-like pupil, and it seems too large for their head. Their skin is light pink, and they're all wearing those light suits that I've seen Vage wearing before I got her pregnant. They're of Vage's race.
They're also all female.
For some reason, this strikes me as extremely odd until I remember Vage mentioning that it's the males that rule their race. I assume that these must be their servants.
Which means that my unhatched children are in danger, as are Loveth and Vage. It has to say something that I'm not concerned for my own well-being, though my heart is certainly pounding in my chest.
