Chapter 78

“What are you, ah! Don’t, not like this…! Ah, aaah!”

Asking a grown man about piss. And what the hell does he mean by milk? 

Even as the chaotic blend of the urge to urinate and the desperate need to ejaculate scrambled his brain, Lino still felt the burning sting of profound humiliation. Ripping a hand away from the wall, he grabbed Grondil’s wrist, frantically trying to pry those tormenting fingers away. He begged and pleaded for mercy, going so far as to dig his nails into the beast’s skin when words failed. Naturally, Grondil ignored him entirely.

“What’s going to come out first? Your piss? Or your milk?”

“P-Please, Grondil…! Aagh…!”

“I need an answer so I can prepare. If you’re going to piss, I have to aim it into the bowl for you. Right?”

Burying the high bridge of his nose deep into Lino’s nape, Grondil inhaled a lungful of that intoxicatingly sweet scent, thoroughly enjoying his sadistic little game. His astronomical, pent-up lust was constantly fighting a losing battle against the rational command to nurture his pregnant mate. He had managed to maintain his sanity thus far… but with the due date practically upon them, the sheer volume of suppressed desire, mixed with the blinding anticipation of finally claiming Lino properly, was actively eroding his self-control.

Even now, his rationality had won out just enough to carry Lino to the toilet out of sheer pity for his trembling legs. But the second he saw that gorgeous cock spring to attention from a single nip to the neck, the beast within completely derailed. Right before his last thread of sanity snapped, he viciously bit down on his own tongue, the sharp burst of pain grounding him enough to peel his pre-cum soaked crotch away from Lino’s backside; if he continued grinding, he was genuinely going to rip those cheeks apart and bury himself to the hilt in that completely unlubricated hole.

He had only intended to tease Lino for a minute, but he nearly caused a catastrophe. I just need to make him empty himself and put him to bed. Taking care of his own raging erection was a secondary concern.

“Since you refuse to answer, I’ll just have to use my own judgment.”

Tilting the slit downward, Grondil pumped his fist with frantic speed. The rapid, downward strokes forced the thin foreskin to swallow and expose the hot-pink glans in a blur of motion.

This pace should be fine. 

He had built the pleasure slowly, massaged his stomach to prevent cramping, and refrained from brutally pounding into him from behind. Considering how horrifically sleep-deprived Lino was, forcing an orgasm alongside emptying his bladder would undoubtedly knock him out in a blissful, exhausted haze.

“Hagh. Nn! Ah, haahn! G-Grondil… It’s, it’s coming first…! Aaah!!”

Lino’s legs locked out, his toes curling so violently they practically cramped. With a violent shudder radiating from his thighs up through his spine, thick ropes of white fluid shot directly into the porcelain bowl. Grondil relentlessly milked the shaft from base to tip, squeezing out every last drop to the melodic plop, plop of semen hitting the water. How the hell is even this sound cute to me? Smacking his lips, Grondil savored the sight.

“Ah… Grondil. Please let go now…”

Panting through the aftershocks, Lino weakly tapped the back of Grondil’s hand, which remained firmly locked around his spent cock.

“You still have something else left to give.”

“I can handle that myself.”

“Since my hands are already dirty, I might as well finish the job.”

“No, you really don’t need to— Mmph…!”

Tired of the incessant rejections, Grondil ruthlessly sealed Lino’s mouth with his own. The lips were plush and swollen, likely bruised from Lino biting down to muffle his moans. Completely devouring that mouth, Grondil shifted his free hand downward, pressing firmly against the tight skin just beneath the massive swell of his stomach.

“Hnnk!!”

Lino’s eyes blew wide in sheer terror. Panicking that the pressure might crush the cubs, he thrashed wildly in Grondil’s grip. However, the moment he realized the beast was exclusively pressing down on his desperately full bladder—which was already squashed flat by the babies—his relief instantly transmuted into a completely different kind of panic. Capitalizing on the chaos, Grondil invaded his mouth with a filthy thrust of his tongue, lazily resuming his agonizingly slow strokes.

“Mmph! Mmm! L-Mmph!!!”

Every muffled shriek of protest was mercilessly swallowed down Grondil’s throat. Simultaneously, the distinct, steady stream of liquid trickling into the bowl echoed through the quiet bathroom.

“…”

Lino, who had been writhing like a fish out of water seconds prior, went entirely rigid. He wasn’t even breathing; the panicked gasping had ceased entirely. The only sound in the room was the unending, humiliating trickle of his own urine.

Grondil broke the kiss, grinning down at him. “Lino, how in the world… is even the sound of you pissing cute?”

“…”

With an infinitely gentler touch than when he had milked the semen, Grondil tapped the shaft to clear away the lingering drops. Knowing that staring down at his own mess would irreparably damage Lino’s fragile pride, he swiftly flushed the toilet and practically dragged him over to the sink. Lathering up a bar of soap, he meticulously scrubbed Lino clean. Still flushed with residual heat, the flesh retained a gorgeous shade of plum, even if it wasn’t as violently red as before. It really is a beautiful cock. Just as Grondil was deeply considering rolling it around his mouth the next time, a pained, gut-wrenching groan shattered his reverie.

“Lino?”

Pausing with the towel half-pressed against Lino’s damp thighs, Grondil’s brow furrowed. Lino was still leaning heavily against the wall, completely unable to straighten his spine.

“Is it cramping? Does your stomach feel tight?”

“G-Grondil…”

“Let’s get you back to bed. Does it hurt badly? Are those brats kicking you again?”

“Ah, nn…”

Rather than answering, Lino violently shook his head. Is he in too much pain to speak? His face darkening with alarm, Grondil moved to scoop him up, fully intending to deposit him on the mattress and immediately summon Erin. But Lino threw out a hand to stop him.

“W-Water… is coming out…”

“Water? Ah, I must have missed a spot.”

Grondil carefully wiped down the soaked expanse of Lino’s inner thighs. I could have sworn I dried this already. It was odd, but since the skin was glistening wet, he dabbed it away. However…

“…Lino.”

“Haha… It seems the babies… are in a bit of a rush.”

A cold sweat poured down Lino’s face as he locked a death grip onto Grondil’s forearm. Watching a fresh torrent of clear liquid gush down the exact spot he had just wiped bone-dry, Grondil froze, his throat seizing up so violently he couldn’t even swallow.

“E-Erin… No, get you to bed first— No, the hospital— Wait, I need to call Erin—”

A deeply terrifying, unprecedented panic short-circuited Grondil’s brain. He stood there clutching the damp towel, entirely incapable of deciding what to do first. Staring blankly at a sight he had never witnessed before—the all-powerful beast reduced to a babbling mess—Lino had to viciously bite his lip to suppress a sudden burst of hysterical laughter. The truth was, realizing his water had broken had nearly plunged him into a full-blown panic attack. But seeing Grondil infinitely more terrified than he was sparked a strange, grounding sense of relief. They said shared joy was doubled, but did shared anxiety cut it in half? Clinging tightly to Grondil’s arm amidst his nonsensical thoughts, Lino leaned his full weight against him.

“First… get us out of here. Then, I think you should probably call Erin.”

“Right. Let’s do that.”

Snapped back to reality by Lino’s frighteningly calm voice, Grondil half-carried him out into the bedroom. In his frantic rush, it didn’t even cross his mind to wrestle the drawers back onto Lino’s legs. Thank the gods the maternity dress flowed all the way past his calves, completely concealing his bare lower half.

A fresh, agonizing wave of pain tore through Lino’s abdomen. Dragging in a massive breath, he desperately cycled through the rhythmic breathing techniques he had been taught for a natural birth, desperately trying to slow his jackhammering heart.

“Ah…!”

“Lino!”

Having blindly punched in Erin’s number, Grondil hurled his phone across the room the second Lino collapsed onto the mattress, curling around his stomach. He lunged forward. In a terrifying blur of motion, his human form shattered, replacing the man with a colossal beast that immediately engulfed Lino in its massive embrace. Knowing Lino loved burying himself in his thick, plush fur to relax, Grondil positioned his massive bulk to act as a living, breathing cushion until the doctor arrived.

“Lino. Open your eyes.”

“…Yes. Grondil.”

“Lino?”

Something was terrifyingly wrong. Lino’s eyelids kept fluttering shut. Shouldn’t he be screaming in pain from the contractions? The sheer volume of cold sweat soaking his skin proved he was in agony… so why were his eyes rolling out of focus like he was about to slip into a coma?

A wave of pure, primal dread caused every single hair on Grondil’s massive body to bristle violently. Lightly slapping Lino’s clammy cheek, he barked his name.

“Lino. Lino Cliff. Do not fall asleep.”

“Nnn…”

“Lino, open your fucking eyes!”

No matter how gently he pleaded or how fiercely he roared, Lino could only manage weak, slurred mumbles of agreement.

BANG!!! 

The bedroom door nearly ripped off its hinges as Erin sprinted into the room.

“Lord Letia!”

“His water broke, but he keeps trying to pass out!” Grondil snarled, his voice a guttural, vibrating growl.

“What?!”

Drained of all color at the sheer terror radiating from the beast’s rumbling vocal cords, Erin vaulted onto the bed. She immediately shoved the maternity dress out of the way to inspect his lower half, violently digging through her medical bag for her equipment.

Infused with mana stones, these tools allowed her to run comprehensive, hospital-grade diagnostics on the spot. Using Lino’s delicate health as the ultimate excuse, she had ruthlessly drained Grondil’s bank accounts to hoard the most ridiculously expensive medical tech available. Yet, even as she stockpiled them, she had never actually expected to use them in a life-or-death emergency. This scenario was absolutely never supposed to happen.

“Why is this happening? Is it… those damn brats?”

Watching the razor-sharp claws on Grondil’s massive paw twitch and dig dangerously into the taught skin of Lino’s belly, Erin let out a shriek and violently shoved his hand away.

“Uhm… The situation isn’t great, I won’t lie.”

“You mean it’s bad?”