Page 42 of Alien Orc's Prize

“Obviously.”

My knot swelled, coming to rest against her folds each time I thrusted into her. Her moans grew in speed and volume until she was rippling the water with her spasms.

“Oh, please, Galbrath. I’m so close. I want to come on your knot,” she keened.

Who was I to deny my perfect wife anything? Especially doing so much work as she was, carrying my child?

With a barely restrained shout and a snap of my hips, I was in her, deliriously squeezed on all sides as I came. Luna whimpered and clamped down around my knot, the convulsive strength of her climax sucking my breath from my lungs.

“Luna, love,” I moaned, bucking freely into her, sending mini tidal waves sloshing around our joined bodies. “You’re perfect.”

I emptied everything I had into my perfect human wife, thanking the seas that I’d been stupid enough to send for her in the first place. If I had been a better man, a nobler man, we never would have married.

I was glad I’d been who I’d been and I’d done what I’d done.

But it was a new time, now.

I’d be better for her.

And better for our child.