"That was some speech you gave earlier," later that night, after a particularly intense tumble under the sheets with Xilia, the two of us were laying in bed, me on my back staring at my phone, and Xilia with her legs in the air, a lame attempt at executing the old wives tale of keeping semen inside of you.
"Say that again after you’ve heard it 25 times in a row, and you do know that doesn’t actually work right; if your eggs weren’t fertilized after 6 hours of intercourse, holding it in your body like that will make no difference." Glancing over at the nude figure beside me, I couldn’t help but smirk as she pouted and dropped down onto the bed beside me, lying on her back.
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"Says you, I, for one, believe in all of those old wives tales, plus aren’t you the one always going around saying myths are rooted in history? It’s kind of hypocritical to change that philosophy when it doesn’t apply to you." Xilia retorted while flinching as she felt my fluids begin to drip out of her body.
"That’s comparing apples to oranges; there is a big difference between dragons existing in every civilization on Earth vs. holding your legs over your head so that my cum can pool up inside of your womb for a prolonged period." Placing my phone down on my chest, I turned my head to look at her.
"Besides, all of this could be remedied if you would just take my latest version of Xiphadryl; I assure you it is completely safe and will guarantee the lowest Racial Classification of our offspring will be set at 4C."
"Facts, I want evidence before I take such a drug. And before you get all huffy like you usually do when someone calls your plans and experiments into question, it’s not that I don’t trust or believe you, far from it; if you say it works, I know it will, but I want to see the results of the second trial before I take anything like that."
"What if it doesn’t work properly, and we end up creating a 1C or 2C child."
"Well, the second trial is coming to a close soon; Sadie is currently in labor as we speak, and I swear, if she weren’t the perfect breeding mule, I wouldn’t bother at all with that bitch. She’s tried to kill herself seven times over the last couple of months, and each time that I stop her, she seems more adamant about pushing me further and further each time."
"Hell, I didn’t drop her off last time without beating her half to death after avoiding harming my offspring, of course. She seems to know exactly how to push my buttons and tries getting me to end her when I stop her self-inflicted attempts." Getting frustrated, the more I spoke about the topic, I ended up sitting up and pressing my back against the headboard of the bed.
"What do you expect? You tortured and split her mind; there were always going to be after-effects of such a thing; honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t just lock her up until she came to term, or worse yet, cut your kid out of her belly in the first place." Matching my posture and allowing her skin to be exposed from out of the blankets, Xilia commented, earning a side glare from me.
"If I were certain it wouldn’t have affected the fetus, then I would have altered her mind to the point she was practically lobotomized; however, exposing a newborn to that much particle content when one of its parents is a normie is a horrible idea."
"That’s how kids come out with six tentacles or some freakish shit."
"Which is in contrast to the child we would make…" Nodding her head, Xilia didn’t need further explanation.
It was simple biology; while all the human Racial Classifications were compatible to a certain extent and could breed, problems would no doubt arise given the different genetic makeups and particle content of our bodies at higher classifications.
As it stands, Xilia is a 5C existence, so her body already contains a high amount of particle radiation; as such, we could conduct any number of particle research and experimentation on any fetus she carries as long as it is mine, because not only would it be physically stronger, but it would have a natural immunity to the radiation just like we do.
Basically, from the tests I’ve run and the calculations I’ve made, the fetus would be exponentially stronger than anything that could be cooked in Sadie’s oven.
"Besides, if I had crippled or killed Sadie, there’s the problem of putting the kid up for adoption or handing it over to Sadie’s parents because I have no intention of raising it, just like with Xandra."
"Yet you plan on having a part in our child’s life?" Xilia asked with a bit of judgment in her eyes.
"That’s up to you; it’s your kid; I am merely a sperm donor. Besides, unlike the Normies, the length of time you will be pregnant should be significantly longer than their five-month gestation period."
"2 to 3 years, correct?" She asked while unconsciously placing her hand over her abdomen.
"By my estimates, that’s about correct; there are too many variables to take into consideration, and I have never run breeding experiments with anyone from our classification. So it could be longer or shorter. However, I do know it will be longer than nine months with 100% certainty." By the end of my statement, I suddenly lost focus and glanced off in the distance.
"It seems I will have a new child soon. Do you wish to join me, or are you going to stay here?" Getting up out of bed, I allowed the blankets to fall off my lower body, exposing myself to Xilia without care because she had seen it all before.
"Hm, sure, why not? But we should shower first; we both stink, and I still have cum all over…and in me."