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Elisa’s fish god’s presence at her back steadies her, his webbed fingers cupping her swollen belly, the faint buzz of his power urging the eggs along and washing away the pain. Elisa is a twitching mess, overstimulated and boneless when the last of the eggs joins the others in their nest. Trembling fingers reach out, unable to believe what they’ve created. Their clutch is large, but few will survive he’d told her.
Strong mate, he signs, accidentally brushing her swollen breasts, drawing a hiss of discomfort from her. Sleep. Protect.
Eyes drifting shut, his warmth at her back, she obeys.