He felt the layer holding back precious air from his lungs break, but the air he inhaled was from the eastern sea king himself as the brute clamped his mouth over him.  Again he felt him enter him. He lay in his prison under the sea for three days enduring the ritual to force him to bare the males children. His body was altered and he was raped, and the eggs took form in his body.<br/><br/>He woke with a start, covered in a sheen of sweat. It was the same nightmare he'd had for two months straight.  Pulling the cloak from his body sent a cool rush of air over him. More than the dream had him trembling. He was feverish and he had no clue whether or not this was normal. being on land for this long  at this time of year was already an oddity for the fisherman, but the sea was not something he was ready to go back to. Not now, maybe ever.<br/><br/>Kadim ran a hand over his swelling belly. he'd cut his tunic on the sides to make a little room and did the same with the waist of his pants in the front, securing them low on his waist with a thin rope, since his belt no longer fit.  the cloak covered his growth, but there was no way he could go to another inn, not in this condition. Even though he was far from his hometown, word traveled and he was a hunted man.  He rose from his spot beneath the tree just off the path and kept on. He hadn't meant to nap.  It wasn't safe, but he was so damn tired.<br/><br/>The house near the end of the trail looked about as he had expected. Small dilapidated and probably teaming with critters. It didn't matter. it was evening and he couldn't walk another step. he entered, used a loose board to bar the broken door, cleared a spot in a corner and curled under his cloak to sleep. It was a strange sight to see the muscular fisherman so helpless. he'd move on in the morning, if he made it until then.