Author: Eirene

Rating: NC: 17 - m/f, steamy. Some kinks. M-preg warning!

Pairing: Tyr and Eirene

Summary: Sequel to ‘Lion’s Tyr’. Tyr discovers further side benefits of having a Nietzschean ‘goddess’ as a mate.

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Tyr took the Maru into orbit and set the autopilot to find Andromeda. He leaned back in the command chair, lazily propped his feet up on the console and waited. Any minute now. Since linking with her fully, right down to the depths of his being a few short hours ago, he knew that Eirene would be joining him soon. He could feel her, almost smell her. She loved him absolutely and was stunningly passionate and abandoned in bed. Part of his Nietzschean trained mind was still somewhat in shock, but he knew the call of fate when it came. He’d taken one look at the delectable Eirene, glowing golden and almost divine with a chance combination of Nietzschean genes and *known*. All the way through and through. He’d tried to reject the feelings, the knowing, the link between them. He’d wanted her, lusted after her and finally given in to the screaming demands of his heart and body to have her. She had exceeded anything he’d ever dreamed of, and become the soulmate he’d always secretly craved. Light years better than that other Freya or any other lover he’d ever known. His lips curled upwards into a slow smile. They’d made a mess of her bedroom first, fucking deliciously, spreading food every which way all night long. He’d never been so rampant or so exquisitely pleasured. Then that last time, in the shower, when he’d finally given in and surrendered totally, so that they linked not only deeply on the physical level, but psychically and mentally. His smile widened. Talk about steamy. His cock had seemed to forget it had just serviced her at least eight times, rising to a new enhanced length and girth, before taking her and being taken to paradise. Tyr fervently hoped they could do that again soon, if his body could take it. He could feel his nanobots rushing around, restoring him. One of the benefits of Nietzschean biology was a very quick recovery time, but that last long, hard, mutual orgasm had blown every pleasure circuit in his body.

Suddenly there was her scent and a soft, warm and seductive laugh behind him, "I know. Blew me away too, my love."

Eirene’s long, skillful fingers rested on his shoulders and he leaned up and back for a kiss. He groaned in her mouth as his cock reacted to her touch instantly, becoming fully and painfully erect. It was still sore from last night. As she moved around to sit on his lap, he tried to conceal his arousal from her, "We should be back with Andromeda in about a week, Eirene." What she was wearing didn’t help. Gold lace scraps on a net background, making something that would probably pass as an erotic nightgown, but not a dress.

Her fingers moved to the ridge under his leather trousers, "Somebody wants to play again."

Tyr growled, "My nanobots are still in shock from the last time - which was incredible. I’m," he hesitated, unwilling to show weakness, "A little sore."

She smiled warmly, her long brown plait slung over an almost naked shoulder, "Me too, sweetheart. You were so *big* last time ... and deliciously passionate."

Tyr groaned. He knew what he wanted and needed. He shifted in the seat, giving in to the inevitable. He gently splayed one hand over the delectable soft mound of her breast as he bent to kiss her, his own dreads making a curtain around her face. His eyes sparkled as he drew back, "So, be gentle with me, my sweet goddess."

She cupped his face, "We can do that; *and* join all the way to our souls again."

Tyr grinned, "I was hoping you’d say that, my love."

They took it slowly, gently, lovingly. When Tyr settled his face between her legs as she sat on the edge of the console, he moaned again at the taste of her. So wild, sweet and exquisitely responsive. He knew in his heart that he’d never get enough of this. When she was wet and ready, he looked at her, golden and glowing in the half-light of the deck of the Maru. She positioned herself above him and they slid deliciously together. A helpless growl broke from his throat. No sweeter, better sheath for his sword. She purred with him and he knew he was pleasuring her like no other. Then Eirene’s lips met his again and they were both lost, swimming, diving and soaring in and with each other. Perfect union, perfect bliss. He was addicted to her - and she to him. *This* was where he belonged, inside her sweet body and beautiful mind. The upbringing and education of his own Pride wasn’t worth a damn next to this. He was still adjusting to the change, but he knew it was for once and forever. And she’d left the nearest thing she had to family for him.

/Tyr ... love .../

/Sorry ... thinking again .../

/Don’t think,/ her inner muscles squeezed him lovingly, / FEEL!/

/Ohhh, Eirene,/ he found her deep pleasure centres, /Now .../

/Ohhhhhh, Tyyyyyyyyr .../

He growled deep and loud as he spilled over the brink seconds later. When they’d both gently landed from their mutual loving, Tyr reached down into a nearby locker and hauled up a blanket designed for keeping warm if the airconditioning went off. Freya snuggled under it with him on the chair and they both fell asleep.

Some hours later, Tyr awoke in the command chair with Freya still nestled with him under the blanket. He smiled slowly at her, nuzzling him in her sleep and cuddling close. He’d never admitted to his need to snuggle before, but with her it came naturally. He looked down at her naked body under the covers. Well, naked apart from the double helix armband she wore. He’d had its mate on his left arm since just after the shower - a beautiful piece of work in gold and silver, studded with rubies and emeralds. Eirene had claimed him, accepted him and he knew she was first and only mate to his alpha male. She still glowed golden through her pale pink skin, even in repose. It made her look tanned and sleek, like a lioness. It made poetic sense, her having been born and bred in the Leonid Pride; with a chance meeting of genes to produce something extra on top of normal Nietzschean genetics. Her long brown plait had come loose and her hair spilled over the covers like a maple syrup cloak, longer than his own midnight locks. Tyr felt his heart clench with tenderness and possessiveness as he stroked the fine, silken strands.

He gently kissed her forehead, "*My* woman, my mate."

Her fingers curled in the soft hair between his pecs, "Tyr?"

He chuckled softly, "It had better be me after that last time, Eirene."

Eirene’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him, sated and loving, "It gets better every time, my warrior."

He stroked the side of her face, "I never dreamed this could actually *happen*."

Eirene’s head pillowed back on his broad chest and she stretched slightly, "I know. I think we could use another shower when I’ve woken up properly; but tell me about your ship-mates."

Tyr leaned back and looked at the ceiling, "Well, despite my genetics, I’m not in charge. I’m letting one Dylan Hunt do that at the moment. He’s a bit of a stuffed shirt, but a good warrior. Human, good captain, maybe a little priggish and stiff, but he’s okay. Then there’s Beka Valentine, who hired me and owns this crate."

Eirene chuckled, "And you ‘borrowed’ it, I bet!"

Tyr chuckled back, "You know me too well already! Yes; she’s tall, blonde, human ... if she was Nietzschean I might have ... well, there *was* an attraction. Strong, intelligent. I think you’ll like her. Rev Bem is the wise Magog I told you about. She ... I want to say ‘he’ because the voice sounds male ... is a Wayist. Very philosophical and wise. Peace-loving; though if anyone ever persuaded her to fight, I’d get out of the way!"

"I’ve fought them often enough, love."

"Mmmmm... Me too. On your home - when you stood triumphant on top of that pile of dead Magogs and others - I wanted you so much. With very little encouragement, I’d have taken you right then."

Eirene kissed his chest, "You are kinky and I love you! I wanted you too at the time."

Tyr growled, "Next time, I’ll pounce! Anyway ... then there’s Harper, the techno-geek. Smallish, human, good with computers and such. Talking of computers, Andromeda is a living one, tied in with the ship. She has a very attractive solid projection which Harper devised, as well as her hologram. Last of all is Trance Gemini. Purple, female ... species unknown, but she has a prehensile tail along with fairly human-looking physionomy. Quite a good fighter - I’ve given her some training. There’s more to her than meets the eye."

"I can hear the grudging respect in your voice. Stood up to you?"

Tyr started slightly and looked down, "How the hell ...?" then he smiled, "Ah. Takes one to know one."

Eirene gently bit his chest and grinned, "You said it! You’re mine, but you won’t be able to BS with me, sweetheart."

Tyr grinned back, "Works both ways, sweet love."

"Wouldn’t have it any other way. Shower?"

"Yeah. I think my muscles will respond now. Even my knees, which buckled under along with everything else due to pleasure that last time."

Eirene stretched and sat up, "We certainly give our nanobots plenty of work."

A week passed all too swiftly. Most of the time Tyr and Eirene flew the ship on autopilot and indulged their need to continue enjoying each other. It seemed hardly any time at all until they were docked back aboard the Andromeda. Beka was there waiting for them, hands on hips. Tyr saw her, "Uh-oh. Now the shit hits the fan."

Eirene chuckled, "I’m sure you can charm her."

Tyr looked at her outfit, which was a slightly feminine version of his chain mail and leather look. The only difference was the arrangement of thin, solid metal pieces to provide some modesty over her breasts and boost them into a stunning cleavage, "Well even Dylan is likely to be distracted by *that* outfit."

Eirene laughed, "And you don’t think women aren’t distracted by *your* outfit?!"

Tyr lifted an eyebrow, "I have to look good for my mate - and be prepared to fight at the same time."

Eirene grinned back, "Me too!"

"I knew you were trouble the moment I set eyes on you, woman! Gorgeous, wanton, sexy, irresistable trouble. And those leather pants must be *sprayed* on." He growled possessively and appreciatively.

Eirene hooked in her own blaster and persuaded her arm spines to lie down, "Laced on, actually, with a button crotch like yours."

Tyr gently and seductively stroked her arm spines so that she shivered with pleasure, "I’ll investigate later."

She gently caught hold of one of his corresponding spines and began making small circular stroking movements wth her fingertips, "It’ll be mutual."

Tyr’s growl deepened, "Don’t tease!"

Eirene’s grin threatened to reach both her ears, "But you love it so much!"

Beka stomped up to the Maru, then halted when she saw a clearly feminine figure in chain mail and leather pants get out. Eirene smiled and watched as Beka caught and reacted to some of the aura of being more than Nietzschean, "Hi. I’m Tyr’s mate. Freya Eirene, but call me Eirene." She put out a hand and the human woman took it, her brows crinkling slightly.

Beka spoke, "You’re ... glowing?"

Eirene nodded, "It’s natural. I’m a Nietzschean genetic anomaly. Homo sapiens invictor-dea. Until just over a week ago I was worshipped as a goddess."

"That’s some introduction! And where’s the rogue who stole the Maru again ...? Ah. Tyr?"

Tyr spread his hands consolingly, "Sorry. I had to find the Leonid Pride."

"Well, I can see you’ve found one at least. Mate, you said? Baby Nietzscheans?"

Eirene shook her head, "Sadly not - I can’t bear Nietzschean children." Beka said nothing. She knew that up until just over a week ago Tyr had talked of mates and offspring as being necessary. It would not be wise to point out that he seemed to have changed his mind.

As they walked through the ship, Tyr introduced Eirene to the hologrammatic and solid versions of Andromeda. Then Dylan was there to greet them. He looked at Tyr, then at Eirene. His eyebrow flicked, but he remained otherwise impassive. Tyr made the introductions. Dylan was smooth, controlled, but they both saw his eyes move to her breasts and rump in unconscious masculine appreciation.

"You found another mate ... I’m glad."

Tyr acknowledged with a slight nod, "Yes, and this one’s for life."

Dylan clasped his shoulder, "Glad to see one of us getting lucky in love."

Tyr raised an eyebrow but his face remained otherwise impassive, "Love?"

Dylan smiled, "Tyr. I can see it shining in your face - and hers."

At that moment Rev Bem met them and nodded in ritual greeting. After Eirene had seen the bridge, the three of them walked to Tyr’s quarters. Rev stopped with them at the doorway.

"So. You followed love."

"It was the best option, the one that made me win."

"Indeed," Rev looked at Eirene, "Strong, loving ... Goddess. A worthy mate indeed."

Eirene looked into Rev’s frankly ugly face, "You know more that you are saying."

Rev inclined her head again, "When they come, welcome them. We will need them," she turned to Tyr, "You have more to learn, my friend."

Tyr crowded Rev’s space, "Do not try my patience too much."

Rev waved her claws calmingly, "It is as it is. I see the patterns. There will be conflict - especially with those Orca Nietzscheans you harmed, then two blessings. Be careful of the other Freya. She will be after revenge particularly. Perhaps you should use your other name always, Goddess."

Eirene smiled, "I am used to answering to both. You may call me Eirene."

As the door shut behind them Tyr took her in his arms, "You will always be my peace and my home. So, be Eirene also."

She smiled, "I always was and will be anything and everything you need."

Tyr grinned, "Good, because I have *plans* for tonight!" He guided her hand downwards.

Eirene, woke first the next morning. Tyr had been especially passionate last night. She was more than aware that they were both bred to be paranoid, selfish and treacherous; but when his big, powerful length was buried deep inside her, pleasuring her over and over until she almost fainted and his mind and hers were completely joined, they both knew there was one person in the universe that the other could trust until death. She gently traced the armband he wore with one finger. Tyr muttered something and kicked the covers back, revealing his otherwise naked body. She enjoyed the view, happy to have him close for a really good scrutiny. He certainly had beautifully sculpted muscles everywhere. The soft curling hair which spattered his chest and stomach was a very nice extra decoration. Below that, there was a positive riot of jet curls around his huge, heavy scrotum and magnificent cock. Even at rest, sated like it was at the moment, there was nearly six inches of it. Tyr murmured her name in his sleep and his cock sprang to life. Eirene watched as it hardened in seconds, swelling and filling with remarkable speed. Not just long, but thick as well. Nine superb inches of veritable War God weapon, like his name. Eirene knew that no other lover had been able to take every last inch of him like she could, or match his appetite for lovemaking, leaving him more sated that he’d ever been before. She smiled, knowing that he’d only been this big with her and that the other Freya had missed out on the real bounty. Eirene dipped her head and began doing what she knew drove Tyr out of his mind with pleasure and need, licking and caressing him with lips and tongue until that magnificent length was fully, painfully erect and weeping with need. She looked up into chocolate eyes that were waiting expectantly.

"Do it." It wasn’t a request.

She smiled seductively, "Oh, you’ll have to do better than that!" She started again, bringing him almost to the brink, then backing off. She did it again, and again, until Tyr growled, ground his teeth and struggled not to beg.

"Please," he managed, after the fourth time. Eirene went for the kill, licking delicately and seductively around his exquisitely sensitive tip in the way that she knew would absolutely drive him into desperation. With a roar of need, Tyr pinned her to the bed, taking over. He used his mouth on her, doing his own teasing until she was covered in sweat and whimpering. He thrust hard into her, ravishing her until she screamed her completion. With superb control, he withdrew and presented his now steel hard erection to her mouth. As she began to comply, he turned skilfully and began pleasuring her again with his lips and fingers. As her second orgasm racked through her, she sucked hard on him and he finally roared as he exploded in her mouth. Delicious bounty. Nothing in the world tasted half this good. As he swam back to kiss her mouth, she felt his big hands spreading her wide and a still rock-hard Tyr thrust deep and hard inside her.

"You ... asked ... for ... it ..." Then he was doing what she’d wanted all along, ramming into her uncontrollably over and over, fucking her deep and hard and mercilessly. Eirene arched in bliss and took her pleasure, propelled from orgasm to orgasm until she lost count.

Eons later she looked up into amused eyes, "Witch! You *wanted* me to ravish you hard, sweet love, hmmm?"

Eirene wrapped her legs and arms tighter around him, "Oh, yes! You were so gloriously out of control, my Tyr."

He chuckled and growled softly, "Such a princess in public and a passionate wanton in my bed."

She chuckled back, "And you - in your own way. That’s why I love you."

Tyr pillowed her closer, "I can do it hard and deep any time you like, love."

Eirene purred softly and teasingly, "Oooh, goody!"

Tyr’s growl deepened, "You are a bad, naughty goddess and I need to get up in about five minutes!"

"No chance of a rematch, then?"

Tyr rumbled somewhere deep in his chest, trying to sound angry, but his cock was already hard and ready again. He sighed theatrically, "Oh, very well," he said, trying to sound grudging, but failing, "Make it a passionate quickie. I don’t know - six times in less than twenty four hours ..."

Eirene gently pushed him back on to the sheets and climbed on board, "I’ll be gentle with you. Then afterwards we can hit the shower, hmmm?"

Tyr knew what happened every time they shared a shower. His libido and memory kicked in and he *always* got hard again. He sighed theatrically, "Well don’t blame me if we’re late for duty."

"If we time things very carefully, we won’t be late. You have such a wonderful sense of rhythm."

Tyr pinned her back on the sheets and took over again, "Well, you’re getting another sample of my rhythm right now, temptress!" Eirene eagerly surrendered to the inevitable. In the end, they made it to the bridge of Andromeda with moments to spare, both trying not to look flushed and smug.

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Three months later

Tyr looked over to where Eirene was struggling with repairs to Andromeda. Harper was busy elsewhere with the engines, Dylan was off on a peace mission for the Commonwealth with Beka and Rev, so they were effectively alone. These last months had been a revelation for the big Nietzschean. He’d never been so thoroughly pleasured, loved or had such incredible, lusty fun before. He’d scarce suspected that making love could involve so much joyful laughter. And there was her deliciously curved rump, with black leather straining tight, tempting him and turning him on ... again. He sighed to himself. Nightly - and indeed daily - excursions into the heights of passion, his libido satisfied beyond his wildest dreams and he could still get hard just at the sight of her or one glance from those sapphire eyes. Currently he was mentally imagining a most unorthodox use of the bridge console, with Eirene bent over it in front of him, taking everything he could give her. He bit back a moan. He’d imagined it often enough, but they’d not got past face-to-face encounters yet. Part of him was still remembering that she had been worshipped as a goddess, as Freya incarnate near enough, and for all that she’d told him it had been unwelcome, he could still see that gloriously regal and utterly remote figure she’d made sitting on her throne. He flushed as he knew that even then, in those first stunned moments of seeing her, he’d wanted to bend her over that throne and take her deep and hard. He growled softly.

Eirene’s head came up and she grinned at him, "Tiger?"

Tyr tried to act cool, biting his cheek at her sexy pet name for him. He coughed, "You must have stirred some dust, Eirene."

Eirene stood up. She was practiced in acting cool, but she’d seen the tell-tale bulge in those leather trousers. Tyr was gagging for it - again - and trying not to show his one weakness where she was concerned, "Yes, I guess so." She brushed invisible specks off her own trousers and came over, brushing close behind him so that he could catch a good noseful of her pheremones and the fact that she was also getting aroused. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw his nostrils flare betrayingly. She went over and began mending something else, acting unconcerned. She counted the seconds.

Right on cue, Tyr came over and bent down behind her, "Need a hand?"

Eirene tried not to grin. That wasn’t a hand he was grazing against her bottom. She arched back, bringing several wires in her hands and stroking the length of him once, teasingly, with her buttocks, "These things need sorting, Tyr."

He leaned over further, helping her, but his hands were touching her and it was only a matter of moments before ‘Tyr the conqueror’ would win over ‘Tyr the civilised’. He didn’t completely lose control often enough for Eirene’s liking. She loved it in those last few heady moments when he was building up to his final explosion, but despite his earlier promise, he didn’t take her hard, deep and completely uncontrolled often enough. She knew it was because he wanted to pleasure her too, and because despite his ‘normal’ Neitzschean sensibilities, he was still somewhat subconsciously nervous of being wanton with someone who was genetically ‘superior’ (or at least different) and had been worshipped by an entire planet as a goddess. Eirene knew she was a woman and had tried to show Tyr often enough that her needs were basic and earthy where he was concerned, but despite their frequent joining on a mental level, she could sense him holding back sometimes. She made a promise to herself that he was going to lose control this time. She could feel what he wanted, and not just because of that long, hard promise at her rear. He was broadcasting his secret fantasy loud and clear as far as she was concerned. So, he’d always harboured a secret ‘forbidden’ fantasy to take her from behind, deep and hard. Eirene shivered with desire. And over that console too. Eirene could almost feel it, her legs spread wide for him and him pounding that beautiful length deep inside her in delicious, punishing strokes. She bit back a moan. Tyr’s hands covered her breasts right on cue. He bit her neck. Eirene moaned out loud. He only did that in ‘public’ when he was really horny. With a dash of remarkable speed, he helped her finish the repair and then pulled her over to the console where they began by kissing deeply.

The communicator beeped. Tyr growled in frustration and flipped the switch.

"Yes?" Eirene made a few adjustments to the view Dylan would get and hacked her own personal override on some of Andromeda’s sensors.

"How are things going there, Tyr?"

Metal buttons popped open under the console and Tyr felt the first lick in what he knew was going to be the blow job of his life, as it always was, "Repairs going according to sche ...ohh ..dule, Dylan."

Dylan began to report on how negotiations were going at his end, but Tyr was barely listening.

"Are you okay, Tyr?"

"Yes. Fi ... iine." His cock was in heaven and he was going to give it to her so *hard* in a minute, if Dylan would stop rabbiting.

"Can I talk to Eirene a minute?" Her mouth was rather full of very erect Tyr.

Tyr’s lips twitched, "She’s got her ...ahem... hands full at the moment, making urgent ... yummm ... repairs, Dylan. I’ll see if she can stop for a moment." He made a few spurious adjustments and Eirene stood up to the console. Tyr efficiently ripped the leather trousers off her, "Payback’s a bitch, you delectable goddess!" He re-adjusted the view and flipped the communicator on again. Dylan was on again.

"Ah. Eirene. We have a lady here claiming to be another ‘goddess’. I’d appreciate your unique view on these images ..." Eirene looked down at the monitor as Tyr parted her legs and began some teasing licking of his own. Eirene bit back an eager gasp of pleasure. She was already very aroused and Tyr’s mouth was heavenly and expert in driving her crazy.

"Well... Dylan, I think she’s lying. Ohhhhh..." Tyr’s talented tongue was lapping at her, swirling expertly over already wet and engorged flesh, "Umm... I think you’ll find that glow... ohhhhhh .... is false."

"Are you alright?"

"God, yes!!!" Eirene felt herself gush wetly for Tyr and his groan of pleasure was rather muffled, "Um... If I was going to fake the glow of goddess-hood, I’d use poly-tri-lumina-nanobots. Humans can use them too...ooooooh."

Dylan nodded, "Okay. That’s quite a mouthful."

Eirene closed her eyes as Tyr responded and began sucking slowly and deliciously, "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Quite. I’ll...um....here’s the technical specifications...." She was holding back her orgasm by sheer willpower and breathing techniques, but Tyr knew this only too well and was playing her like a maestro. She was so swollen, wet and aching for him, her clitoris erect and proud. As soon as the transfer was complete, she sank on the console, more than ready to come now, but Tyr had stopped.

"Tyr...please."

He chuckled softly in her ear, "Just a moment, Eirene mine. Don’t want any interruptions."

He skillfully fed several streams of data into Andromeda and a number of circuits blew in the engine room which would keep Harper busy. Sure enough, the blonde guy hailed them. Tyr put him on ‘voice only’ as he tore off his clothes and over-rode Andromeda’s sensors on the bridge without her being aware of it.

"Tyr...Eirene....I’ve got complications down here. Could be the rest of the day. Can you two handle things up there?"

Tyr grinned and Eirene got herself ready on the console, carefully disabling the panel beneath her, "Yes, we can take care of things up here, Harper."

He positioned himself behind his mate, his love, and growled loudly. They peeled off the rest of her clothes in seconds, then, with a mutual moan of delight and need, Tyr thrust deep into Eirene. She arched back and came for him on the spot. He roared eagerly and lost control, slamming into her deep and hard. He felt her orgasm again and then the universe exploded in fire around his cock. He panted to the finish, knowing that once wasn’t going to be enough by a long chalk. So, he pleasured her again, then a third time, finally collapsing against her, his breathing harsh and deeply satisfied. He gently turned her around and they kissed deeply and lovingly.

"Oh, Tyr. You know you can have me any way you want me, my love."

He leaned his head tenderly against hers, "Yes. I do now! It’s finally sunk in."

She cupped his face in her hands, "Wish we could have children. That would have been a wonderful way to conceive."

"I know you would give me children if you could. It is enough that you are my mate, my love, my life and the other half of me," his lips curved into a grin, "And we couldn’t do what we just did in front of the children!"

Eirene giggled with him, "Even so...I can imagine a daughter like you, maybe a son, too."

Tyr smiled lovingly, "They live in my imagination also."

They reset Andromeda, kicked in the auto-pilot, set up a time delay and exited to their cabin for a well-earned sleep and some fresh clothes. Andromeda sailed on, impervious to the interesting use which had been made of her console. Eirene slept in Tyr’s arms, forgetting that she still had powers beyond the normal. The glow which always enveloped her reached out to Tyr and flowed into him. *Her* body might not be able to nuture his seed, but her wish combined with his imagination had power. There was also the small matter of them having shared a lot of each other’s intimate fluids over the last six months. Tiny flame-like structures flickered deep in Tyr’s belly, just above his prostate. A potent wish became flesh.

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"Tyr...love...that’s the third morning you’ve been sick like that. It shouldn’t happen to a Nietzschean."

He stomped back into the room, "I. Am. Not. Seeing. Trance."

Eirene touched his arm gently, "Maybe not, but I should at least run a scanner over you. If there *is* some disease that can affect Nietzscheans..."

Tyr snorted and ignored her.
 
 

"Okay, it’s gone on for ten days now. You *are* going to the medical lab, right now!!"

"I. Cannot. Be. Ill."

"Tyr..."

He sighed, "Oh, very well...but secretly. The others must not know."
 
 

"Sweetheart...love...they are going to *know* what it is very soon."

"WHY?"

"My darling; I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes then rechecked by taking that sample of your blood."

"What. Is. It?!!"

Eirene was crying with shock and joy, "We’re going to have those children we want."

"But you can’t bear my children!!"

She coughed and handed him the scanner, "Apparently, my love - *you* can. Twins."

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To say that Tyr was shocked and severely pissed at getting pregnant was an understatement. His libido went out of the window and he descended into the mother and father of black moods for *weeks*. On duty, he was efficient and reliable. Off duty, Eirene could not get through to him, no matter what she did. Sex was non-existant and Tyr had pulled down all the shutters. Deep inside, he struggled. Part of him wanted to get rid of the unwelcome intrusion, but another part realised that Eirene would never forgive him, plus - well, they were *his* offspring too. He stayed locked in his own world for two months. Then one morning, the sickness went away mercifully and Tyr felt something else. A fluttering, deep in his stomach. He put his hand there, in the soft curls and it happened again. He gasped, realising what it was.

"I felt the babies move!"

Eirene looked at him, "Well, at last! About time you realised you were human as well."

Limpid brown eyes turned to her, "I had no idea it would feel so...good...so wonderful."

"Good. I’m happy for you," her voice was somewhat sarcastic, "But I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for *ages*."

His eyes softened with apology and promise, "I’ll make it up to you."

Eirene lay back, "Well, you can start right now."

So Tyr did, denying his own reawakened need for several days until Eirene was limp with satisfaction.

Three months later

Tyr groaned, "I feel as big as a house!"

Eirene rubbed his back for the umpteenth time, "I know, but it won’t be much longer."

"Don’t know if I can stand another three months of this!"

She smiled, "Kinda suits you, and the others have been great about it. Not a word, not a murmur; just helpful."

Tyr sighed, "I know. When we found Gadarian’s ruined asteroid last month and all those dead bodies," a sigh of regret, "The heat’s mostly off from the Orca pride."

"You know we didn’t find the other Freya’s body. She’ll still be after you - *and* our precious offspring - if she finds out about them."

Eirene began rubbing oil into Tyr’s distended stomach, "Hey, that’s a foot!"

He chuckled, "I reckon they are playing Dylan’s ‘basketball’ in there! Mmmm.....bit lower..."

"I’m working down, sweetheart."

"Lower."

A soft chuckle, "Down boy!"

A gasp of need and a soft, seductive growl, "*Lower!*"

A wicked chuckle, "You still stretch up almost to your belly button when you put your mind to it... Holy Mother of...!! What did you do to it?!!? It’s *huge*!!"

"*Please*. Stroke me. *NOW!* Aaaaaaaargh... Oh, yesssssssss... You have the most amazing pair of hands and your touch still sparks fire..."

"I didn’t think you could body-build *this* part of you, but it’s so much longer...and thicker."

"Grrrrrrr..."

"Well, I knew *women* often get extra horny in the sixth month - looks like you do, too."

"GRRRRRRROWWWWWWL..."

"Good grief!! You came so hard, and for such a long time..."

"More... Please..."

A soft chuckle, "Can I play along this time?!! I mean, seeing you come like that was incredibly arousing, and now I want some!"

There was a soft purr of assent. Tyr pinned her under him and they figured out a way of making love with the bump of his stomach in the way. Okay, most of his language skills had currently gone out of the window, but he could communicate wonderfully on a very basic, physical level and set about showing Eirene for most of the rest of the day. And the next. And the day after that. And for most of the next three months. Dylan and the crew got used to a Tyr who barely grunted, was still deadly efficient in a fight and needed to spend long hours every night testing the bed in his quarters almost to destruction. Then, right in the middle of the ninth month, when Tyr was very heavily pregnant and distinctly *not* looking forward to a Caesarian section, Andromeda got news of the blonde Freya, his ex-mate. He knew that he would have to be extra sneaky on this one, though the chances of him hiding or making a quick exit whilst the size of a house were minimal. He’d have to have Eirene’s help.

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Tyr was *really* pissed. He’d been extra sneaky, built in all sorts of backup plans and fail-safes and Freya had *still* caught him. He was trussed and chained to a wall in her hideout like a prize turkey. His almost naked torso gleamed with sweat where he’d been trying to break the chains and failed. The humiliation of being stark naked apart from his black leather posing pouch was getting to him too. He growled in anger and sheer frustration. Everything - including the lives of the unborn children he carried - rested on Eirene winning. Freya had left him in no illusions as to his fate if she won. She’d promised him a very quick and rather fatal Caesarian followed by watching his children die just before he did. He could feel them, settled, ready to be birthed soon and he wanted them intact and safe with a strength that made his head reel. She’d left the monitors on, hoping to be able to show him Eirene’s death at her hands very soon.

"Don’t fail me, my love. Think bad and think dirty."

He followed Eirene’s journey through the labyrinth that Freya had constructed. Forced to simple observance, he marvelled afresh at her agility, cunning and skill as she took on the ‘traps’ he’d passed some hours before. He urged her on, warned her (even though she could not hear him) and waited for the final piece which had defeated him. A clever double distraction of guards and pit which concealed a further trap - the arrangement of chains which dropped almost magically into place, followed by unconsciousness from a dart and transport to *this* place. Eirene heard the chains moving even as he yelled and jumped over the pit in the floor into the arms of the waiting guards. Six against one was heavy odds, but she did well, and the chains missed her. She staggered into Freya’s ‘lair’, her clothing ripped and bloodied, but still free. Tyr watched, waiting. The two women fought hand to hand. Eirene lost most of the rest of her tattered clothes before felling Freya with a well-aimed flying kick.

"Now, *stay* down!"

Eirene wiped her face and backed off, tearing strips of cloth to bind her wounds. Tyr growled appreciatively. Eirene in thigh-length black boots and red lacy underwear was an incredible turn-on. He hardened in seconds, stretching the leather to its limits. This turned him on even more. His pelvis arched instinctively, but that just made things worse. He whimpered, caught between pain and pleasure. He got enough stimulation to make him rock hard, but not quite enough to come. He couldn’t stop though, his pelvis arching over and over, trying to find the trigger. Soon he was teetering on the brink, his shaft slick and wet inside the leather.

He watched as Eirene turned, looking for an exit, "Tyr? Love?"

"Here!" he gasped, then, "Look out!!" Freya was getting up and pulling a deadly, thin knife from her hair. She began to move towards Eirene and caught her a glancing blow as Eirene turned just in time. A red slash of blood appeared on Eirene’s arm. There was a short, fierce struggle. The two struggled on the floor and only one got up. Eirene looked down at her bloodied hands. Tyr yelled in relief. She looked up, smiling, hearing him. Within moments, she had found him and was putting her arms around him - well as far as they would go. Tyr growled, soft and low, full of relief and pride.

Eirene looked up, "What here? Now?!!" He grinned down at her. She grinned back, "We’re being monitored, sweet love."

"Bugger the monitors! I want you." His tone told her this wasn’t negotiable, "Plus every red-bloodied male seeing that fight probably got as turned on as *I* did. You look like every fantasy come to life."

Eirene chuckled as she tried to reach his mouth for a kiss, "You’re fulfilling one or two of the kinkier ones right now!"

She found a way to climb up on the chains and they kissed over his bump, long and deep and wet. She purred avidly and Tyr knew he was going to get it - somehow. In a flash, she was down, had removed her scraps of underwaer and freed him to the air, then shimmied back, blaster in hand. Any viewers only got a few seconds of naked, violently aroused Nietzschean before their monitors went blank. After another kiss, Eirene flexed herself expertly and Tyr groaned as he was sheathed in her delectable heat. It was fast, it was frantic, it was exactly what he needed. He crested microseconds after she did, then purred enthusiastically as she went for seconds. It was like fast food - it hit the spot without completely taking away the appetite, but it was enough for now. As they staggered back to her ship, Tyr groaned like a stuck pig and doubled over. Eirene realised what was happening. She strapped him in and flew as fast as possible back to the Andromeda, but even that took several hours. By the time she’d maneouvered, cajoled and persuaded Tyr into the sick-bay on Andromeda, he’d been in labour over twelve hours. She examined him and found that Tyr was about to get a unique experience. Part of the pain he’d been suffering, was his body responding to the pregnancy and the nanobots of the children inside him. He’d grown a birth channel, which was rapidly expanding and effacing, just like a woman’s.

"Congratulations, Tyr. You won’t need a Caesarian."

He looked down over the huge bump between contractions and boggled at the evidence she showed him in a mirror, "I can’t. I *WON’T*!"

Eirene chuckled, "I can see a head coming, my sweet love. You haven’t got much choice!"

Tyr roared...he almost screamed. He fought it, but the urge to push was too great. Covered in sweat, he gave in and heaved. With Tyr giving an almost unearthly shriek of shock, pain and terror, the baby’s head popped out. Eirene helped and soon Tyr realised there was a living, breathing squalling bundle on his stomach. He looked down.

"My...daughter. Hebe."

Eirene smiled, "That’s a good name. Hebe...Zoe?"

Tyr nodded weakly, going slightly grey with shock as he realised fully what he’d just done. Tiny fingers curled around his and he looked down again into cloudy blue eyes, surrounded by a paler version of his own colouring.

He smiled and fell in love with her on the spot, "*Our* daughter."

Eirene smiled and held the little girl close to her cheek. She put Hebe in a bassinet for the moment and dealt with the afterbirth, "Got another one coming soon, love."

Tyr looked at her, still grey, "There is no WAY I can do that again!" Then the urge to push came and everything else went out of the window. After half an hour, Try flopped back on the pillows limply, gasping, "That was harder! Never again...not for anyone! Do you hear?"

Eirene picked up the second baby, who screamed loudly, "Well, he *was* born bottom first. Here’s your son. Cei, I think." She’d heard Tyr’s words, and she’d seen the change in Tyr happen before her eyes. He’d actually made *himself* sterile from now on without fully realising it. The children had been in there nine months and she could see some of their nanobots - or hers - had been absorbed into Tyr. He glowed, softer than she did, but it was palpable just the same and growing stronger all the time. Soon he’d be changed permanently into something close to homo sapiens invictor-deus

Tyr took his son, who was closer to Eirene in colouring at the moment, "Cei is good. Ares after the war-god. We have a certain...tradition of war-god names for our males in my part of the Pride."

Eirene smiled, feeling her breasts tingling and her heart warming with love as she watched her mate bond irreversibly with his other child as well, "Sounds good to me." She relieved him of his precious bundle as he fell asleep, then nursed them when they woke up hungry. It seemed a reasonable division of labour, and since she could produce milk at will, it was something she could do for her children. When Tyr woke up, he put them to his own nipples almost without thinking, then gasped as he found he was able to feed them too. Eirene watched, spellbound. It was strangely erotic and she knew Tyr was still exhausted. He fed them, helped her change them and drifted back to sleep again. Several days went by like this, after which Eirene was just about climbing the walls from frustration. She’d helped herself a few times, but now she wanted Tyr inside her again. She woke early one morning, which was a good time for Tyr and dealt with the babies, who were growing fast. It had happened that way for her, too; learning and growing at a highly accelerated rate to adulthood. She linked with their minds and lulled them both back into a deep sleep. She walked back to the bed, where Tyr was sleeping, naked as usual. Eirene sighed with a mixture of love and lust. He was glowing fully now and the nanobots had finished transforming him. His pecs were heavier, but that was partially due to producing milk. His nipples were longer and darker and Eirene knew they’d be more sensitive and responsive. She knew his body as well as she knew her own. She kissed down his chest and suckled softly. Tyr moaned her name and his hips rose beseechingly. Eirene chuckled and unveiled him to her gaze and her hands. She skimmed down and took a good look at the crowning acheivement of those nanobots. Tyr had always been big and powerful right where it mattered, but now he was jaw-droppingly endowed. Not just longer, but thicker, with a libido to match if she was any judge. She stroked him even as he hardened in her hands. With a hoarse growl of need and approval, Tyr hauled her up into his arms and took over. He stroked, he licked, he teased. His strong tongue had her arching in bliss. He was generous, tender and expert, preparing her for his hugely engorged shaft. Then he was there, filling her and stretching her to an exquisite tension, his thickness pushing her engorged clitoris upwards towards his circling fingers. Eirene moaned. He stroked her once and she came as never before, almost blacking out from the pleasure. Then he began slicking to and fro and Eirene soared from one orgasm to the next. He was deeper than deep inside her, touching and stroking places that had never been found before. She shuddered in bliss as the pleasure went on in delicious waves.

He paused, gazing down at her, his eyes twinkling, "*My* mate."

Eirene laughed and reached up, twinging her hands around his neck, "Mine, too!"

Tyr growled softly, "You really have *the* most delectable sheath for my sword, sweet goddess."

She squeezed him teasingly, lovingly, "And that’s some *sword* you’re carrying, sweetheart!"

His growl deepened and she knew he was close to detonation, "I feel like a god!"

Eirene laughed, knowing he’d figure the truth out for himself soon, "So, my tame god..." another, tighter squeeze, "Pleasure me with your big, hard... ‘sceptre’."

He chuckled wickedly, "Oh, yeah..." Then he was there, thrusting harder now, as Eirene almost screamed her pleasure. With a last shout, he exploded, then collapsed onto her.

"Mmmm... More..." Eirene knew he’d recover in a minute and want a second helping.

Tyr growled next to her ear, "In a minute."

In the end, he gave her not only a second helping but a third. Then a brief rest and a fourth. After that the twins woke up and further helpings had to be put on hold till later.

Coda

Rev Bem looked out at the stars, "Well, I *did* warn him. Love like he’d never dreamed *and* children. I am glad we have the young godlets, Cei and Hebe to help us. Just as well *he* doesn’t know that I’m aware of every time they make love. It’s been several years, the children are fully grown and those two are still at it four or five times a night and a couple of times in the morning. Ah, love..." The Magog smiled and nodded, communing with the Divine.
 

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