It was lizard mating season. Syzoth mentioned this a couple of times, but for some reason you didn’t listen all this time, distracted by your work on the Empress.

Only now Syzoth pressed himself against your back, placing his hands on your stomach, caressing it down.

"Baby, I need you." He caresses your neck, breathing heavily, presses his hips against yours. Syzoth places kisses along your neck as his fingers rub circles on your stomach. "Please, you would look so good with my children..."