[PMSingTiger]

Svara huffed at the beasts bitchiness. Surely he didn't think he was going to get any "D" or "P" until he had some solid answers. Growling at the wyvern he say the tail coming for his feet and side stepped and gracefully as his, distracted, pregnant body was capable of. Which was barely capable. He felt his temper rising.
Teeth bared, revealing one chipped canine, he let out a warning growl. Part of it was instinctual due to the pregnancy, part of it was his horrible disposition towards life and anything that bothered him. "Sorry to ruin your mood, princess, but I'm the one that does the dicking from here on out, my pussy is a no go, it's fucking been weeping like a bitch since this whole bull shit started. WHEN YOU LAID YOUR FUCKING DEMON SPERM IN MY WOMB!" He screeched.
Although he had to admit, if Isra did fuck him again at least it might relieve the horrible ache in his body. Everything sexually related to his body was constantly pulsing for attention, and he'd whored around, but absolutely no one touched his hole(s)
He looked over at the beast. "Four...eggs! I'm going to piss bowling balls!" He took a deep breathe, calming his rage for a second. He could always kill the lizard later, currently he was still a necessity. "Ok, not a fucking problem. I'll just cut the things out, step on em, or whatever, and call it a day." Nodding to himself he felt this was the best answer and brought his talons up to his swollen abdomen.