Chapter 7 #2
“And we clearly aren’t the first and likely not the last. There had been whispers of liaisons with those on Earth, but never anything concrete or proven.
Not publicly, anyway—which considering how long we’ve been here, seems almost impossible.
There were analyses done eons ago, early on after we found this planet, proving that human women could bear our children, but soon after that is when the no interference guidelines were established.
We were told no half-breeds existed nor would they. ”
“But rules are made to be broken,” Kenji whispered.
“Indeed. Alex was the first hybrid to ever be acknowledged on Nefyria. He has siblings, too. Ones he didn’t even know about who’d been raised on Nefyria.
Their birth parent had been covered up. They, unlike Alex, can fully shift and blended in completely with our people so no one knew they were half human. Until about five years ago.”
“Are they as large as you when they shift?”
“Honestly, I don’t know. I would assume they’re close enough. Otherwise, questions would’ve surfaced, and gossip spread, I would think,” Qylar replied. “Although, King Krythar seems well versed in covering up secrets.”
“Alex’s father is a king, too?”
Qylar nodded.
Kenji scoffed. “How many kings are there on your planet?”
“Many,” Qylar said. “We’re a society of small kingdoms on a planet roughly the size of Jupiter. Ten times the size of Earth.”
“Wow,” Kenji said.
“A great deal of our planet is covered in water. We have vast oceans. Our continents are pitted with large bodies of water, as well.”
“So there’s little land?”
“About seventy percent of Earth is covered in water. Over eighty-five percent of Nefyria is. But given our size, we still have double the land mass.”
“Oh,” Kenji said. “It’s hard to imagine something of that scale.” He smiled at Qylar. “Maybe one day you can show me like you did Earth.”
Qylar’s face tightened, his brows furrowing.
“You don’t want to show me?” Kenji asked. “I thought you wanted to give me the universe?”
“I haven’t been back there in years—and have no desire to return anytime soon.” His jaw tightened again. “Although, if all you want is to gaze upon the planet, I’m sure I can make that happen.”
Kenji searched his face. “So… if this test proves I’m Nefyrian, you wouldn’t take me to visit my father’s planet?”
Qylar dragged his gaze away for a moment before turning back to Kenji with pain in his eyes. “When you put it like that, how can I say no?”
“If it’s that painful for you, I won’t ask.”
“If you go with me, it might color your experience there—and I wouldn’t want that to happen.
I’m unwelcome on Nefyria, and if you were at my side, my reputation might spill over onto you.
” Qylar drew in a shaky breath. “I’m sure I can convince Cryss and Alex to take you, if you really wish to see it. ”
“I don’t know if I’d want to without you.”
Qylar met his gaze, eyes shining. “Kenji… my family… they did unspeakable things. They…” He paused, closing his eyes as tremor ran through him.
“You don’t have to tell me what they did.”
Qylar’s eyes opened, his brows furrowing.
“You said you were young. Were you involved in their crimes?”
“No.”
“Then you’re not accountable for what they did.”
“I lived amid the wealth those crimes produced. I grew up in a castle, with fine clothes, extravagant food, and an expensive education. I was given everything I ever asked for—while thousands bore the weight of our excesses on their backs. Families were ripped apart at my parents’ order.
No, I didn’t know my family were monsters, but I benefited from their acts all the same. ”
“You can’t be held responsible for that. You didn’t choose who gave birth to you.”
“But the people of my world won’t allow me to forget it, nonetheless. They all believed me to be corrupted beyond repair and unacceptable in polite society.”
“No one’s allowed redemption on Nefyria?”
“They are, but for some reason, I’m not,” Qylar said.
“Good thing you’re here and not there, then,” Kenji said.
Qylar offered a weak smile. “While Earth is far from perfect, at least they don’t know my sins here.”
“Not your sins. Those belong solely to your parents.” Kenji sighed. “If they can’t forgive a little boy for being born to the wrong parents, then I don’t think I want to go there. Fuck ‘em.”
Qylar chuckled. “You should see it at least once. If, of course, you’re Nefyrian.” He reached over to a small gadget that looked kind of like a tablet and eyed the screen. “Which you are.”
His gaze met Qylar’s. “I am?”
“You are.” Qylar frowned, his gaze moving back and forth over the screen. “You’re thirty-three percent Nefyrian.”
“Thirty-three? How did that happen?” If a parent passed on half of their DNA, then it would be fifty percent. Then if his father was half, he assumed he’d be a quarter.
“DNA doesn’t always do what most assume.
A human child can get more than half their DNA from one parent.
Nefyrian DNA may be dominant, as well. Plus, there’s always a chance your mother had a hint of Nefyrian DNA from a distant relative that added to what your father gave you.
Our people have been coming here for eons, and we clearly don’t follow our rules of engagement, so there could be generations of humans with our blood in their veins with no idea. ”
“That’s a bit shocking to think.”
Qylar lowered the screen. “The only part that’s shocking to me is how the majority of Nefyria knew nothing of the existence of people like you and that’s it only now that things are coming to light. I suspect there are many more out there like you.”
“While I love my abilities, I’ve felt alone and isolated because of them… when the people around me might’ve been closer than I ever realized. That’s kind of sad.”
“It is,” Qylar murmured. He brushed the back of his fingers across Kenji’s cheek. “I’m so sorry you’ve felt that way and that you had no one to turn to for answers.”
“I have someone now,” Kenji whispered.
Qylar leaned in and finally gave him the kiss he’d been hungry for. The kiss grew deeper, their hands pulling one another closer. Kenji reached down and gripped Qylar’s shaft, stroking it. His cock came to life in his hand, quickly growing thicker.
Yet Qylar pulled away and took a step back, creating distance.
Kenji’s face burned at the denial. “I thought… you wanted…”
“I do want,” Qylar said, his chest heaving. “More than you know. But there’s something I need to tell you first.”
Kenji frowned. The look on Qylar’s face made his stomach twist into knots. “What is it?”
“Nefyrians reproduce differently than humans. There are those who carry both eggs and seed. There are those who have what’s called an egg pouch, much like the human womb.
The fertilized eggs implant in the pouch and the eggs draw sustenance and genetic material from their host through their permeable shell. The egg gestates in the pouch.”
“Okay…” Did he really need a Nefyrian birds and the bees talk right now?
“Males and females can be carriers… or hosts.”
Kenji’s eyes widened. “Nefyrian men can get pregnant?”
Qylar nodded. “They can.”
Kenji sat with that a moment, memories of all his fantasies suddenly coming to life in his head again.
“The night we spent together…” Qylar sighed. “I came inside you and the condom broke.”
Kenji’s gaze met Qylar’s, the breath sucked from his lungs.
“And I think… I accidentally released a couple of eggs, too,” Qylar said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kenji was shocked speechless.
“I felt around in your stomach after you fell sleep and didn’t feel any… nor did any slide out of you that I saw,” Qylar said. “I wasn’t too worried because I thought you were human. Human males can’t get pregnant. Now I know you’re also Nefyrian, and that changes things.”
Kenji blinked at him, feeling numb.
This wasn’t happening to him. It was just too much to take in at one time. His brain felt like it was shutting down.
“You didn’t happen to notice… anything coming out of you later, did you? They’d be about twice the size of chicken eggs but the outer shell softer.”
His face burned. “Ahhh… nothing came out of me that I know of.”
“I’m not completely sure I released them, to be honest. We may be fine.”
“Not sure? You can’t feel something twice the size of a chicken egg coming out of your dick?”
“They’re incredibly tiny when they first come out. It can make it hard to know for sure sometimes.”
Kenji’s mind spun. “This only matters if I have one of these pouches. Maybe I don’t.”
“The blood test also indicates you’re a host. Which means there’s a chance… you’re pregnant right now.”
Kenji shook his head, wide-eyed.
“There’s another test you can take to find out. I don’t have all we’d need here to do it now, but I can pick up a few items and probably cobble something together by tomorrow or the next day.”
Kenji couldn’t speak. A child? Growing inside him?
Wait, he said two eggs… “Just to be clear, you’re saying I might have two babies growing inside me. Right now?”
“Yes,” Qylar said. “If both eggs took.”
Kenji couldn’t speak. His brain was overloaded with a mixture of emotions, led by denial at the forefront. Hadn’t it been enough for his mind to wrap around the fact he’d slept with an alien and also was part alien? Now he had to contend with alien eggs burrowing inside him?
Sure, mpreg was a kink. A fantasy. In real life—with an alien he barely knew? He wasn’t ready to deal with that.
“What if… I want them out? Can they be taken out?”
“It may be possible,” Qylar said, his voice flat. “But not here on Earth. We’d have to get you to Nefyria as soon as possible—if you’re pregnant. Which you might not be.”
“Take me back down,” Kenji spat. “Now. I want to go home.”
Qylar didn’t move for a few seconds. “I’m so sorry, Kenji. I didn’t do it intentionally.”
“Take me back,” Kenji repeated forcefully, not capable of discussing it any further in that moment. His brain needed time to process.
“Right away,” Qylar murmured before leaving him alone in the biolab.