Common sense said Omega deliveries weren’t enjoyable, yet I wondered what he thought. Amid the different smells of ocean water, creatures, combat, and even the fish women, I couldn’t get a fix on Matros’ scent.

An involuntary push yanked me to attention. I swear I could feel every stretch, pull, and tear. The pain was like nothing I’ve ever felt and from everywhere. It was like having to use the restroom, while having heartburn, getting mildly punched in the stomach and yet it continued.

Waves upon waves continue to build, crest, then subside. Matros said the Volardi don’t surrender, but that’s what I did. Sometimes you must, to live another day. I had two people that needed me to live; one watched and the other was inside. My muscles relaxed, and I rode the wave of agony over and over. Sweat dripped off my brow and then over the creature attached to the side of my face.

More ‘pulls’ came, and the bowling ball of pressure went down my spine until it centered near my ass. I was grateful that the implant took care of bathroom functions. I don’t think I could have endured the embarrassment if I let go.

I trusted Volardi science and Ryba bio-technology and strained with all my might or at least I thought so. More pulls came that put the original effort to shame. A wide and slick creature slid underneath my ass and lifted me up. Maybe it was one of those eels, but I didn’t want to think about it.

Both women stared at Matros. It was a few seconds before he got the hint. Thick, tree trunk thick muscles held my legs up in the air to take off most of the weight. The cool damp air kissed my ass while more contractions, pulls, or whatever in the hell they were continued. From down below, I felt myself spread apart like I should never be. Yet, there was something about it that felt so right. Like this is what I was meant to do. I’d say I was born to do this, but that wasn’t true. Still, I ended up in the situation, and I had to fulfill my new role.

Another push, while my lips trembled. Perhaps I cried as my half-lidded eyes looked at Matros. His gaze was wide, but different. Full of wonder perhaps, but I’m not sure.

I gave another agonizing push, while they did something so my ass was semi-submerged in water. I bared my teeth and strained once more. I think I felt shoulders although I couldn’t tell. More of my son came out. The pressure wasn’t as great as before and I could only hope it was his legs or ankles.

I don’t remember if the Volardi had twins. I hoped they didn’t. Doing this so close together isn’t something I’d ever want to do.