[mariah?!]

■ Uttering a frustrated huff of his own, the wyvern stood and very deliberately aimed a swipe at the hermaphrodite's knees with his tail, with more than enough force to literally sweep him off his feet. "If you're not the slut I thought you were and there's more than a slim chance that they're mine, then the number of hatchlings won't exceed four. And even then, that'd be stretching it, since .. well, judging from your behavior that you've never been pregnant before." Israfel let out an amused snort, thwapping his offending tail loudly against the ground.

"You're what, four months along? Five more and you'll be shitting the things out your ass. That's pretty much it––whatever else, we can talk about when it happens. Now take off your clothes and spread your legs and let me eat you." The wyvern punctuated his last sentence with a menacing snarl, creeping closer to the gryphon with every gnarled syllable.