Chapter 21
Chapter 21 Taziem waddled from one end of the chamber to the other, then lay herself down and rumbled irritably. Bloated to near incapacity by the clutch of younglings in her womb, and bored to within a membrane of madness, her thoughts were anything but motherly. This was absolutely the last pregnancy she was going to suffer, she told herself, in a most vehement tone. No amount of pleasure could make up for an entire season of discomfort and inconvenience; and no dance was worth the side-splitting agony that was yet to come. Randy Bij would no doubt try to persuade her otherwise when the time finally came, but there was nothing he could say or do that would make her change her mind. Unless… She shuddered at the erotic image which rippled across the skies of her mind then. That would do
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