The sound that came from her was not a moan and not a scream and had no appropriate category. Her hands flew back to the pine, gripping blind, as she felt it—the deep pulse of him, the spill that landed somewhere behind her hips and radiated warmth through her entire lower body like stepping into a hot spring.
She pressed her forehead against the bark and breathed.
"System," Cang said.
She felt him still inside her when he said it, heard the particular quality of his voice that was aimed at something she couldn't see, and had gathered by now that this was a habit of his that she did not have the context to fully understand.
"Confirm."
The blue interface materialized in his peripheral vision where she couldn't read it.
[Pregnancy: Initiated]
[Estimated Gestation Period: 1 Month]
[Cultivation Potential: High — Partner: Pure Body Adjacent (Residual Absorption Present)]
He read the last line twice.
