Re:Ant Lord-Chapter 147: Making Babies!

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He tilted his head, curiosity sharpening his gaze.

"I want to give you... a child," she said quickly, eyes flicking away, then back. "I’ve wanted to tell you for days. But I couldn’t. After our first night, I—" her words stumbled on her breath, "—I could barely walk. My body needed time. But my heart..." She stepped closer, their knees brushing. "It never stopped wanting."

Kai opened his mouth, stunned. But Luna didn’t let him speak.

Her hands moved in a blur. One gripped his tunic’s collar. The other swept down his chest, clawtips catching armour joints like pebbles from silk. Kai wanted to stand up... She pushed him backward, firm but careful. His knees buckled, not from resistance but shock, and he landed softly against the fur lined bedding with a surprised grunt.

"Last time you were in control," she whispered, crawling over him, her breath a tickle at his ear. "Tonight... is mine."

Kai barely had time to blink.

With a swift movement, she tugged his tunic wide, her nails dragging lines of warmth across his chest. A quiet growl of satisfaction slipped past her lips.

"You don’t talk much," she murmured, cheeks glowing red as her hair spilled down around his face. "But I know what you think... when I look at you like this."

He reached up instinctively, palms brushing her waist. "You’ve changed," he said, voice half breath. "Since the mountain. Since the Moonbound."

She leaned in, her lips grazing his jaw. "I’m not afraid anymore. Of love. Or hunger. Or wanting to be yours in every way. For the last few days, I wanted to feel you inside me so badly, you can’t imagine."

Kai’s body tensed beneath hers.

Luna lowered herself slowly, her fingers trailing his stomach, then lowered still, stopping at the edge of his waist-wrap. Her eyes never left his.

"May I... play with my husband’s favorite weapon?" she asked with a sly grin. "I’ve seen you grip it plenty. I think it’s my turn." She watched him adjusting his anaconda many times.

Kai blinked. Words abandoned him. He thinks, "What happened to my sweet Luna? I didn’t know she was this horny!" Then he says, "I am all yours, play as you like."

She laughed softly, then kissed him. A deep, searching kiss that left no questions behind. Only fire. Their tongues touched each other and then a cheese pull like Sylvia from when the lips parted ways.

He reached for her waist, but she caught his hands and pressed them above his head.

"Not yet," she whispered against his ears. "Let me earn your surrender."

And he did.

He lay back, stunned and still, as her fingers circle around Kai’s meat, the heat of his skin, the places that made him gasp.

Luna’s motions were bold yet reverent, as if unwrapping a gift she already knew was hers. Each movement carried dual intent of intimacy and claim. She wasn’t just touching him. She was remembering him. Reclaiming him.

Kai’s head rolled back. He exhaled her name.

"Do you like that?" he asked, voice rough like stone cracking beneath heat.

"I love it," she replied, the words caught between a moan and a prayer. "More than anything. It’s so big and it’s getting even bigger."

The world outside had become thunder and whispers. But inside the tent, there was only this rhythm. Two souls caught in the spiral of love and power.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours. Time melted beneath the heat between them.

Then Luna shifted.

She rose like a moon above the tide, eyes half lidded with anticipation. Her hands trembled, not with fear but with longing as she reached for the ties of her robe.

"I want this," she said. "All of it, inside me. I want you. I want our future. And I want to be the mother of your child."

Kai’s throat tightened. His fingers flexed at his sides. The only answer he had was to reach for her again, but Luna was already moving.

With the same confidence she once reserved for combat, she settled into his lap, her weight warm, grounding, sacred. The look on her face was no longer timid or shy. She sat near his waist in a squad position.

She was a queen. A warrior. A mate. And in that moment, Kai was content to worship her with silence.

The tent swayed gently under the weight of wind outside, but nothing could touch the quiet between them now.

Luna’s breath came fast, but steady. Her form moved above him like a dancer lost to a graceful rhythm, determined, and wholly his. She didn’t ask permission. She didn’t hesitate. She simply moved the way her body demanded, chasing something deep and ancient, buried inside both of them.

Kai lay beneath her, wide eyed. Her silver hair cascaded down his chest like a waterfall lit by essence motes. He could only watch, his hands rising at last, one to her waist, the other brushing across her chest in reverent strokes.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low rasp. He couldn’t hide the awe.

Luna didn’t speak at first. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her mouth opened but all that escaped was a gasp caught between pleasure and fire. Then she leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his, and whispered, "Yes. Every second. Every breath. I like it very much."

Each movement sent tiny tremors through her frame. Yet she never stopped. Her legs, once trembling from exhaustion days ago, now pressed firm against his sides. Her hands braced against his shoulders as she set the pace, not too fast, not too slow. Just... right, right enough to feel it properly.

Miryam’s sleeping breaths, far away in the other tent, echoed faintly like a lullaby in the storm.

Luna’s breathing hitched again. She lowered herself slightly, her lips grazing the shell of his ear. "I want you," she murmured. "All of you. Until there’s a life inside me."

That sentence did something to Kai.