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Kazyua waited patiently for a moment at the main door of his home. The entrance recognized his face and issued a soft, welcoming note. It promptly unlocked for him. With a yawn, he stepped over the threshold and into the front area. Due to his rank among colony officials, the eldest of the famous Captain Dojima's children had one of the most spacious dwelling - places. It was sparsely furnished but comfortable.

Murmuring, Kazuya ordered the lighting to turn on. He quickly looked around for her. A simple scan told him that the Queen was likely still in what used to be his bedroom, which had become a makeshift hive and nest for her in recent weeks.

Kazuya quietly kicked off his shoes, set them neatly by the door, and then peeled his long - sleeved shirt from his skin. The planet beyond the entrance tended to cool down considerably at night. It was significantly colder out there than it was in here. For Regina's sake, Kazuya kept the temperature of his home very hot — as similar to her hive as he could physically stand. She could get sick if exposed to anything too chilly.

Another yawn, though this one was muffled ; Kazuya brought the fabric in his hands up to his face and used it to cover some of the sound.

[ Kazuya, ] she said, voice low.

The half - Inadian grimaced into his shirt. He couldn't help but feel guilty ; after all, Kazuya could only assume that he woke her up. "Hello, Regina," came his eventual reply. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'll be in shortly."

[ I was not resting, ] the Queen replied. The way her shadow shifted across the wall told Kazuya that she was creeping closer to him. Her steps were impossibly light. Even moving swiftly, the regal creature made little to no sound.

Afraid that he might startle her, Kazuya waited until Regina was at his side before he turned to face her properly. His smile came so easily for her. Many in the colony thought he was mad for keeping relations with her ( as they whispered when he wasn't around ), but Kazuya didn't care. It was impossible to describe how she made him feel ; he supposed, though, that he could boil it down to love if that was the strongest word available.

The upper pair of the Queen's arms reached for his torso, settling where they pleased. Kazuya leaned in without hesitation to kiss the short creature in greeting. Regina returned the gesture, but it lacked enthusiasm. Worried, Kazuya drifted back. His mouth opened to ask if she was alright as his eyes combed over her figure to seek out any signs of distress.

Halfway down her body, Kazuya's world stopped. With an awed expression on his handsome face, he carefully dropped to his knees in order to get a better look at what she held in her lower arms. Regina's wings rustled together, creating a low and steady buzz - ing, at the realization that he had seen.

"Is this . . . ?? " Kazuya breathed.

[ A male, ] the Queen said simply, multi - jointed fingers combing through his black locks. [ A worker, if not for you. He is . . . part of the hive — but only just. I can sense him ; however, I also see his differences. This male is his own, like me, and he feels. Even if he is too young to understand. ]

Kazuya stared at the balled - up, impossibly delicate being she held. It was a baby, for lack of a comparative word in the Queen's language. As they suspected, its unusual genetic combination had caused it to skip the larval stage altogether. Instead, it appeared to have come into this world as a creature resembling a human infant. The bits of exoskeleton scattered over it were squishy still, which would allow it to continue growing. Kazuya could see immediately that its sensory hairs were softer. Thicker. All six of its spindly limbs were tucked against its middle ( perhaps mimicking its shape in the egg ).

A curious gaze focused on Kazuya. The half - Inadian blinked, and his brows furrowed. Those weren't . . . compounded, like the Queen's. Their child possessed a gaze eerily akin to its father's, though the fact that the entire eye was varying shades of extremely dark gray and black made it difficult to discern without being near. When combined with its prominent lips and cute button nose, the effect was shocking. Their offspring resembled Regina, but its features seemed to be more human - like.

The Queen used her free hands to tug up Kazuya's heavy limbs. Once she was satisfied that her beloved would be able to safely handle their little one, Regina passed the infant to him. Kazuya accepted the child with the same care he would give to a decorative glass he was scared of breaking. He was grateful for the Queen's gentle grip on his forearms, which were obviously in place to help support him. Kazuya guided the infant to his bare breast. His thumb stroked the striped fuzz on its middle. Soothed by this, the baby opted to unfurl. Something hard and waxy nudged into Kazuya's flesh.

Wings, he thought, grinning. Of course. Wings.

The child's antennae trembled as it looked up at its father. "Hello," Kazuya whispered. There was a heavy knot of emotion in his stomach. Open adoration. Nervousness. A love so strong that it overwhelmed everything else.

Regina continued to issue a thrumming, pleasant buzz - ing that filled the air around their unique family. [ A male, ] she said again. [ He is strong, Kazuya. You did well bringing life to his egg. ]

Kazuya chuckled. "You took care of his egg," he countered, experimentally offering a finger to the sweet hybrid in his grasp. "My . . . sperm shouldn't get all of the credit."

A faint vocalization left the baby's mouth as his miniature digits butted into it. Their child didn't appear to understand how to open his hands properly yet. Maybe his developmental milestones weren't going to be too far off from what Kazuya was used to in his world.

"Did he eat ?? " Kazuya asked.

[ Yes. ] Regina nodded. [ My honey, like all young. ]

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Kazuya raised an eyebrow at the shadow that suddenly fell across his desk. He waited to see what she would do. Four black hands with multi - jointed fingers first pulled at his back, toying with the fabric of his shirt. After a bit of play, they settled : two at his waist and two on his broad shoulders. With the faintest noise of complaint, the Queen leaned into Kazuya. Her angular head bent toward his ear.

[ You see me, ] she stated simply, solid compound eyes glittering in the gloom. Their many facets shone with the creature's sharp intelligence.

Kazuya smiled. The Queen's voice was beautiful. It was unlike anything else. He could hardly find the words to describe it in Standard. It was almost as if . . . someone poured honey in his ears. Smooth, thick, dripping into one's senses, and curiously sweet.

Without hesitation, he half - turned in his seat and angled his head to kiss her on the lips. The Queen nibbled at his own for a moment, confused at his greeting — but then she remembered. Humans ( similar to his species ) liked to share affection this way. A hard palm came to Kazuya's cheek as the humanoid, bee - like alien shaped her mouth appropriately to fit Kazuya.

Kissing was nice. She liked being able to taste him.

Kazuya shifted in the Queen's grasp, rotating his body fully to face her. This placed her between his legs. "Hello, Regina," he mumbled against her lips, palms ever so gently landing on her hips. He was mindful of her fragile appendages, which included the gorgeous set of wings jutting out from her upper back. They practically glowed in the evening light bleeding through the window and cast the pair in a beautiful golden pool.

She finally moved her head away. The petite creature ( who measured five feet standing upright ) brought all four of her hands to rest at his front. Her antennae were laid back, indicating that she was relaxed. Occasionally, her wings would shift, generating a low buzz that Kazuya knew meant she was happy.

[ Kazuya, ] the Queen replied.

"What's . . . on your mind, Your Majesty ??" he ventured, fingertips trailing leisurely over the divides that existed between various pieces of her exoskeleton. These were bright yellow and shared a hue with the chunky plates on her forearms.

Really, the half - Inadian was glad to ask her that question. It wasn't a subject that he was able to broach often without sounding hollow. His telepathic abilities, inherited from his gifted mother, normally robbed him of such a simple, refreshing inquiry. Perhaps that was part of the reason why he was as fond of the Queen as he was : he couldn't see into her mind. Regina was simply too complex of an organism for him due to the fact that her hive lived within her head, as well. The single time he tried delving in to her mental space ( with her permission ), he had almost lost himself entirely to the overwhelming voices of the worker males and other females that Regina carried with her.

[ My mind ?? ] the Queen asked, placing more of her weight on his torso. Kazuya welcomed the feeling of her soft fuzz brushing along his skin. Like the minute insects that flew around the fields of Old Earth, the fine, bristle - like hairs covering portions of Regina's figure were used for sensing atmospheric changes in her environment. They thickened considerably at the top of her form, creating a striped structure that appeared similar to a collared ruff and partial mane.

"Yours," Kazuya specified. He started to dig his fingernails into her exoskeleton. Scratching at the material seemed to always please her, and the Queen fully pressed her chest to his in delight. The half - Inadian happily inhaled the heavy floral scent that clung to her. "Your mind, Regina — unless you are entirely with the colony right now."

[ Kazuya, ] the Queen repeated.

He blinked, perplexed . . . and then felt the realization hit him directly. "I'm what you're thinking about," Kazuya pieced together. "Did I do — ah !"

Lost in his revelation, he had failed to notice that one of her hands was traveling southward on his body. It was only when the Queen's sharp fingers squeezed his crotch that Kazuya really understood why he was on her mind. The half - Inadian released a rather undignified yelp of shock at the feeling of her freely palming his thin shorts. He couldn't help the bloom of furious pink along his cheeks.

Regina issued a series of short, regular buzz vocalizations in reply to him. She was laughing at his reaction to her toying with this unusual organ he ( and evidently males with a physical structure like him ) possessed. It was very different from what the males in her hive used to bring life to eggs, though the function was close. What existed in the middle of Kazuya's thighs was comparatively fleshy, sensitive, and . . . strangely reactionary. The Queen could already tell that it was changing for her. Regina was hardly opposed to the sensation of it strengthening with her coaxing ; it felt good when it was full. Kazuya's mysterious reproductive organ fit perfectly into the start of her ovipositor, which existed in the negative space between her lower limbs, and the act of him placing it there gave the Queen immense pleasure.

She would have him in her nest every day, if she could.

[ Kazuya, ] the Queen added, lower set of hands switching to his knees. She used these to ease his legs further apart.

"Regina — elskede !" Kazuya said with a bit of urgency in his tone. He grinned apologetically as she looked into his clouded eyes. "The chair isn't built for this ; I'm falling. C'mon, let's . . . the floor is there, I suppose."

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Daigo leaned back in his seat. He folded his arms thoughtfully. Across from him on the opposing sofa sat Melissa, as poised and beautiful as ever in a silky floral dress that was far more casual than her usual pieces ; at his side was Akiyama, who had been half - asleep before his mate and their close friends stepped in.

A soft bellow in the apartment interrupted whatever Daigo would have replied. He turned to the left, hands falling to his thighs. Akiyama sat up. The loan shark chuckled at the sight that awaited them.

Kiriko had the large mouth of a tawny lioness open between her little hands and was inspecting the great teeth inside with evident curiosity. Okamura seemed content to let the five - year - old girl play dentist for a few minutes. Inevitably, however, her ears turned back, and she huffed a hot breath into Kiriko’s face. Okamura’s padded paw came up to gently shove the child away. Kiriko giggled as she tumbled onto her bum, temporarily pinned by a light press from the lioness. Okamura rubbed her face against her leg before turning her attention to Kiriko again. She flicked her tufted tail in warning as her paw lifted to free the girl.

Evidently not discouraged by Okamura’s agitation, Kiriko scrambled up. The plastic beaded bracelets on her wrists clicked together as she reached for the lioness’ face. Her black curls bounced around her shoulders. Okamura bellowed louder and got to her feet. The lioness pathed toward the living area with Kiriko in her wake.

Melissa uncrossed her legs, smoothing out the skirt of her dress, and opened her arms. Okamura leapt onto the furniture, which groaned but held under her weight. She pushed her head into Melissa first, grumbling. Kiriko’s fingers grasped at the end of Okamura’s tail.

“C’mere, you,” Akiyama chuckled, bending forward to snatch their daughter away from the big cat. Okamura fell into Melissa gratefully, face pressed into her mate’s lap.

“Kitty,” Kiriko cooed, lower lip stuck out in a pout.

Akiyama set her between her fathers with a smile. “Kitty is tired,” he explained, combing back some of her adorable but impossible locks. “Right, Aunt Melissa?”

The queen raised an eyebrow. Her nails scratched behind Okamura’s ears, prompting the lioness’ eyes to slowly close. The big cat yawned, and Daigo suppressed a shiver at those teeth. “Look, Kiriko,” Melissa said, moving her palm to stroke Okamura’s cheek. “She’s asleep.” While her voice was not unfriendly to the little girl, the royal’s tone was less warm than that of her parents. Melissa trusted Okamura to do exactly as she had done : set boundaries when she was through amusing Kiriko ( and enjoying the time herself, in turn ). Nonetheless, there was a naturally defensive edge to how she spoke that aimed to reinforce Okamura’s behavior.

“Kiri - chan.” Daigo spoke his daughter’s name, and she looked at him expectantly. “Remember your manners. What do you say to Kitty?”

Kiriko swung her feet. After a moment, she extended her legs and touched the tips of her socks together. She peeked under her hair at Akiyama with a mischievous grin.

“Excuse me,” Daigo said. A hand snaked down to tickle the girl’s shoulder. His coarse, cold skin made Kiriko squeal in surprise and laughter. Daigo was careful to use his fingertips in order to avoid catching her with his claws. “Do not look at your dad when I’m talking to you, young lady,” Daigo scolded affectionately.

“Okay! Okay!” Kiriko slid off of the sofa under Daigo’s watchful eye. She walked around the edge of the table and bowed to Melissa and Okamura. Akiyama shook his head, sighing playfully at the sight of his work with her curls becoming undone in an instant. “Thank you, Kitty.”

Melissa’s lips curved. Okamura was out, a mountain of golden fur with an ever - rumbling purr in her mate’s company. Still, Melissa knew the lioness would have appreciated Kiriko’s sentiment  ―  she made a note to tell the blonde later. “That’s very polite of you,” Melissa replied.

Kiriko straightened. She regarded Melissa somewhat sheepishly for a moment. Even at such a young age, the queen’s regal air demanded respect from her. Kiriko’s dark eyes dropped to Okamura slumbering in her lover’s lap. Teeth chewing at her lip momentarily, Kiriko glanced back at Daigo. The ex - yakuza gestured for her to return, and her expression brightened considerably.

Kiriko climbed back in the middle of her fathers. She tilted her head at Okamura curiously. Her pose soon mirrored the lioness’. Kiriko laid her upper body on Daigo’s thighs and stretched her feet out to Akiyama as she stared at Okamura.

“Maybe we start calling you a cub instead of a kid,” the moneylender mused, gathering her legs to make sure she didn’t fall. Kiriko giggled.

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Daigo sat with his back to Ryu’s chest. The dragon’s paw had been turned over to hold his husband in his claws and tucked close for safekeeping. A titanic head laid close by. Ryu’s large orange eye was fixed on Daigo, who served as an ever - curious spot of warmth against his scales. Something seemed to have captured the human’s imagination ; he had suddenly become quiet. Or his mind was running off again  ―  with so many lives brimming under the surface, Daigo getting lost reminiscing could be an hours - long endeavor. The ex - yakuza’s coarse hand lifted and absently stroked through the hair of the little boy fast asleep in his lap. 

Ryu raised his head. The great shape swung closer and hovered just before Daigo. Ryu’s huffing shifted his husband’s loose hair and dark robes. Daigo blinked a few times, swallowed, and eventually came to. “Thank you,” he murmured gratefully. “I was  .    .    .  remembering.”

Daigo leaned forward to kiss the dragon’s scaled snout appreciatively. As he did, long strands of black hair slipped over his shoulders. When he went to pull back, Daigo realized that someone had taken advantage of that. Their son’s small fist was wrapped into his tresses, and the boy blinked up at his fathers blearily. That one of these beloved figures was a dragon mattered little.

“There you are, Kazuma,” Daigo said softly. “I thought you were going to sleep all afternoon.”

The child in question yawned. Ryu growled quietly in greeting, the end of his nose nudging into the pair tenderly in spite of his size. His vocalization sounded like low thunder, but it didn’t scare Kazuma. Instead, the boy simply attempted to re - create the sound himself. He ended up blowing raspberries instead of producing a real noise. Daigo laughed and wiped Kazuma’s mouth with his sleeve. The two - year - old squirmed at being cleaned.

“You are very frightening, I know,” Daigo sympathized. His head shook at the toddler’s clumsy efforts to sit upright in his father’s lap in order to get a better look at Ryu. The boy’s fascination with his divine parent was so sweet to see : for him, the intimidating dragon had always been father. There was nothing for him to be afraid of. 

After another huff from Ryu ruffled Kazuma’s hair, the toddler squealed and reached out to pat at the dragon’s nose. Daigo recognized the angle of his arms  ―  a playful, excited series of slaps was about to commence. The ex - yakuza tenderly grasped Kazuma’s wrist, other arm wound around the boy’s middle to keep him from wandering.

“Gently,” Daigo instructed, smiling. He set Kazuma’s hand on Ryu’s snout lightly, released it, and then leaned in to stroke the dragon’s scales himself to demonstrate. Kazuma watched, fingertips curled into a single scale on the massive deity’s head. Inevitably, he imitated the gesture. Ryu hummed his approval, and Daigo saw the dragon’s eye close. Kazuma giggled at his father’s sounds gleefully  ―  everything the dragon said appeared to excite him. 

Daigo raised an eyebrow when Kazuma’s face scrunched up. He babbled at Ryu, small arms outstretched, as if seeking to somehow bring the dragon closer. Ryu’s nose bumped into his tiny body and husband’s secure hold in reply. To the ex - yakuza’s amazement, Kazuma planted his palms on Ryu’s scales and lowered his head in an effort to kiss them in the way his father always did. Daigo was speechless. The minute gesture was warmly embraced by Ryu, and the dragon’s snout settled within the boy’s grasp.

“You are remarkable,” Daigo said to Kazuma. His lips pressed briefly to the toddler’s black locks. Another huff, this one deeper and accompanied by Ryu’s jaws opening momentarily, was interpreted by his husband to be in agreement.

“He takes after you,” the ex - yakuza answered.

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DESTINY

She had red hair. It was pulled up behind her head in a messy ponytail. Free strands wafted around her face as she stared in the water. Occasionally, she took a drag on the cigarette between her fingers. There was a familiarity to how she smoked it : arms crossed, back bent, leaning against the railing with a leg on one of the bars.

Her name was Destiny. She was the sixth one to exist ― and the second to make it to him. Coming to Japan had been an impulsive decision for her ; as an art student, she could have tried to study anywhere. Something about this place had prompted her to move here, and her feet carried her to the river often.

Destiny laughed at something the man beside her said. Her eyes lit up. They were impossibly dark, only a few shades from being black. ‘ How odd, ’  her parents used to say. No one else in their family possessed irises of such a striking color. It was unclear where they were came from, but she wore them well.

Out of the corner of her vision, she saw her companion smile. It was surprisingly soft ― but, then again, he had always been that way with her. 

“Come on,” Destiny said. She bumped into his arm lightly. “You’re pretty nice to talk with, dragon, you know that?”

It was a slip of her tongue that she hadn’t meant. Her mind was thinking about the piece she wanted to do for a new show : a brilliant piece of a beautiful dragon. They were her favorite creatures. She drew them frequently ; they were a staple of her art since she was young. Destiny’s fumbled word went over her head briefly. It wasn’t until she caught sight of the look on his face that she realized. So open, so tender ― and a bit shocked, perhaps? Destiny heard him chuckle, and the sound made her heart skip a beat in a way she hadn’t expected. A plume of smoke escaped her lips as she sighed. Those black eyes sparkled in the overhead light, hinting to something more beneath the surface. 

“Fuck,” she murmured, grinning. “I’m sorry, Ryuujin. I don’t know how that got in there. My brain is all over the place.” Destiny set her head on his shoulder for a moment in a friendly gesture. “I keep thinking about the colors for the new painting. I have this image in my head  .    .    .  a massive, proud orange and black dragon. That’s probably why that slipped out.” Since she was staring ahead, she missed how her innocent description changed the expression he wore. 

She gazed at the river, unable to help the quiet feeling that she had been here before she moved to Japan. Maybe, though ― maybe it was him. He would think she was mad if she said it, but she couldn’t imagine moving back across the ocean now. She couldn’t see the point when he already felt so much like home.

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