[SimonBrownMpreg]

When Thundermouth brought up mating, Khell went stiff. "That wasn't what I was asking," he immediately replied. His suspicions were quickly being confirmed that anything living or breathing on this planet would be drawn to him with the singular desire to breed. "You mating me instead of eating me is obviously the lesser of the two evils, but that wasn't what I meant. I still don't fully understand the dynamics of this planet; the roles played by the plants and animals, I mean. There are so-called guardians like you and Embersoul, apparently, but there are also evils like the winter slime. I haven't experienced all of them yet. I was unsure if you were a good or an evil."

Another shudder moved through him when Thundermouth again caressed his navel. Then came the request. If it was still his second or third day on Celbion, he would have outright refused the salamander. Khell was about to argue, but a tugging in his chest stopped him. An indescribable sensation washed over him. It felt a bit like a call to duty. A whisper seemed to move through the cave, the mushrooms glowed a little brighter, and the water rippled gently. If Khell didn't know any better, he'd think it was the voice of the planet itself compelling him to answer Thundermouth's request.

"I will... consent to being your brood mother, Thundermouth."