[SimonBrownMpreg]

"You can't be up that late, Ryne, and that's final," said Carter in a much firmer tone. His breeder was cute and all, but as a soldier, Carter kept a strong hand when it came to both their responsibilities. He stood himself up straight, looped one arm around Ryne's shoulders, and started walking him back to the breeder's quarters. Most soldiers referred to it as the nest, full of fat hens ready to lay their eggs. "They galley is no place for a breeder anyway."