Post by Demeter on Dec 11, 2018 20:22:11 GMT -5
Genesis supposed that her tinny tiniest bikini did what it was designed to to; it barely covered all the important bits and drove her men to frustrated distracted. Which was, when she wore it, the goal. Both men were very much the Alpha Male type and they’d become overwhelmingly possessive; growling at any poor soul who so much as glanced at her and the miles of bare skin she displayed. She had fun whenever she wore that bikini.
The brief stop at that one Caribbean beach had been enjoyable. Voski had walked into a wall when he’d first seen her in the swimsuit. Darius had threatened to pluck out a man’s eyeballs if he didn’t avert them.
She was, quite pointedly, not wearing that scrap of fabric right now. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything as she lounged on the sun hot sugar sands of Darius’ private island. While the idea of no tan lines was thrilling, she had other reasons for being thankful of Darius’ silly notion of their own tropical island. She’d call him ridiculous when he first brought up the idea of buying their own tropical island. The chunk of land meant Voski had a haven in which to heal from his wounds. They were shielded from the outside world on this speck on land. Here there was no need to watch their backs.
The Brood of his former holding were still out for Voski’s blood and one had nearly managed it a few weeks ago. A crowded holiday market, both Voski and herself flushed from finding perfect gifts for Darius, had been the perfect chance for a single Brood to strike. He’d been stabbed in the back; a quarter inch in any direction could have proved fatal.
Biting her lip, she glanced to where the man lounged in a salt-water pool. Rather then sit in the ocean, the pool was man made and fed from the sea. It let him rest in comfort without any curious creatures investigating him. Much like a wound from the past, the blade had been poisoned and the wound was healing slowly. The salt water would help.
She knew there were doubts in his mind about this; about if he really deserved Darius and herself and if they really didn’t mind the almost war with his former holding. She hoped that her precious little secret would be enough to convince him otherwise. She’d become aware of the first stirrings only a few days before the wounding, roughly two weeks after a Thanksgiving romp. She’d gone to Josse after her own first confusing scans and he’d confirmed her findings. That little secret only had a tiny trace if Curantis genetics; it was Brood and Custos. The earthly representative of her deity had popped in, stated that this was a gift from the Gods; something to make up for the horribleness of the situation.
The timing could be better, the woman had said, and she hoped that Voski didn’t see it as a way to tie him down to them. This gift would be a living, breathing representation of just how right they were together. The Gods had Looked and Seen no other that would fit as well as Voski to them.
So far, only three knew about it. Well, four probably knew because Darius already had thirteen children and could spot a pregnant woman almost as quick as she but Genesis doubted he knew the true nature of this one.
Genesis looked up when a shadow blocked out her sun. Darius stood over her, as naked as she, with a grin on his face. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Tell who what?” she asked as she pulled him down to the sand.
“That he,” Darius pointed towards Voski, “is going to be a father. It is his, isn’t it?”
“It is his, but not mine,” Genesis giggled at the confused expression on his face. “It’s yours and his, with maybe just a little bit of me thrown in. A gift from our friends in the heavens apparently.”
Darius rolled his eyes but grinned and leaned over to kiss her. “Well, go on. Go tell him,” he said while pushing her to her feet. He watched as she crossed the beach to the salt-water pool, brushing sand from her body as she went.
He’d picked up on her little tells ten days ago when he’d noticed the decaf coffee and tea. All of them were hell-beasts without caffeine and he knew his wife only gave it up for one reason. That and Grapefruits had made an appearance.
He was grateful that he hadn’t figured it out, and that she’d kept her mouth shut, earlier. Following the attack on his Darling Voski had turned him into an overprotective boar. Knowing that Genesis was pregnant during it all would have turned him into a great hulking, hovering bat. Once they left the island, their guard details would be increased.
This attack had not been like the others. The first handful had been sloppy and unorganized group efforts. This one had been planned, practiced and very nearly successfully carried out by a single operative. Something had happened to change the Holdings methods and now Genesis’ value as a target was tripled. Pregnant, with Voski’s child. Pregnant, Darius mused, with a child that was biologically his and Voski’s, if he understood her correctly.
He stood and made his way towards his spouses.
***
Genesis let Voski help her into the pool before making him turn around so she could poke at the wound. When she was satisfied that all was still well, she had him sit back down on one of the built in benches.
Honestly, she was at a loss on how to tell him; she didn’t have to actually tell Darius when these things happened as he just knew. Telling someone that they’d knocked her up was a new experience. So, she paced the length of the pool, starting to tell him and stopping.
When Darius jumped into the water, splashing her, she just glared. And Darius just grinned like a fool. “Dude,” he said to Voski, “you’re going to be a Dad. Congrats, Man!”
He’d leave the little bit about genetically having two dads bit for later.
The brief stop at that one Caribbean beach had been enjoyable. Voski had walked into a wall when he’d first seen her in the swimsuit. Darius had threatened to pluck out a man’s eyeballs if he didn’t avert them.
She was, quite pointedly, not wearing that scrap of fabric right now. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything as she lounged on the sun hot sugar sands of Darius’ private island. While the idea of no tan lines was thrilling, she had other reasons for being thankful of Darius’ silly notion of their own tropical island. She’d call him ridiculous when he first brought up the idea of buying their own tropical island. The chunk of land meant Voski had a haven in which to heal from his wounds. They were shielded from the outside world on this speck on land. Here there was no need to watch their backs.
The Brood of his former holding were still out for Voski’s blood and one had nearly managed it a few weeks ago. A crowded holiday market, both Voski and herself flushed from finding perfect gifts for Darius, had been the perfect chance for a single Brood to strike. He’d been stabbed in the back; a quarter inch in any direction could have proved fatal.
Biting her lip, she glanced to where the man lounged in a salt-water pool. Rather then sit in the ocean, the pool was man made and fed from the sea. It let him rest in comfort without any curious creatures investigating him. Much like a wound from the past, the blade had been poisoned and the wound was healing slowly. The salt water would help.
She knew there were doubts in his mind about this; about if he really deserved Darius and herself and if they really didn’t mind the almost war with his former holding. She hoped that her precious little secret would be enough to convince him otherwise. She’d become aware of the first stirrings only a few days before the wounding, roughly two weeks after a Thanksgiving romp. She’d gone to Josse after her own first confusing scans and he’d confirmed her findings. That little secret only had a tiny trace if Curantis genetics; it was Brood and Custos. The earthly representative of her deity had popped in, stated that this was a gift from the Gods; something to make up for the horribleness of the situation.
The timing could be better, the woman had said, and she hoped that Voski didn’t see it as a way to tie him down to them. This gift would be a living, breathing representation of just how right they were together. The Gods had Looked and Seen no other that would fit as well as Voski to them.
So far, only three knew about it. Well, four probably knew because Darius already had thirteen children and could spot a pregnant woman almost as quick as she but Genesis doubted he knew the true nature of this one.
Genesis looked up when a shadow blocked out her sun. Darius stood over her, as naked as she, with a grin on his face. “Are you ever going to tell him?”
“Tell who what?” she asked as she pulled him down to the sand.
“That he,” Darius pointed towards Voski, “is going to be a father. It is his, isn’t it?”
“It is his, but not mine,” Genesis giggled at the confused expression on his face. “It’s yours and his, with maybe just a little bit of me thrown in. A gift from our friends in the heavens apparently.”
Darius rolled his eyes but grinned and leaned over to kiss her. “Well, go on. Go tell him,” he said while pushing her to her feet. He watched as she crossed the beach to the salt-water pool, brushing sand from her body as she went.
He’d picked up on her little tells ten days ago when he’d noticed the decaf coffee and tea. All of them were hell-beasts without caffeine and he knew his wife only gave it up for one reason. That and Grapefruits had made an appearance.
He was grateful that he hadn’t figured it out, and that she’d kept her mouth shut, earlier. Following the attack on his Darling Voski had turned him into an overprotective boar. Knowing that Genesis was pregnant during it all would have turned him into a great hulking, hovering bat. Once they left the island, their guard details would be increased.
This attack had not been like the others. The first handful had been sloppy and unorganized group efforts. This one had been planned, practiced and very nearly successfully carried out by a single operative. Something had happened to change the Holdings methods and now Genesis’ value as a target was tripled. Pregnant, with Voski’s child. Pregnant, Darius mused, with a child that was biologically his and Voski’s, if he understood her correctly.
He stood and made his way towards his spouses.
***
Genesis let Voski help her into the pool before making him turn around so she could poke at the wound. When she was satisfied that all was still well, she had him sit back down on one of the built in benches.
Honestly, she was at a loss on how to tell him; she didn’t have to actually tell Darius when these things happened as he just knew. Telling someone that they’d knocked her up was a new experience. So, she paced the length of the pool, starting to tell him and stopping.
When Darius jumped into the water, splashing her, she just glared. And Darius just grinned like a fool. “Dude,” he said to Voski, “you’re going to be a Dad. Congrats, Man!”
He’d leave the little bit about genetically having two dads bit for later.
