“I wish you had. Those were the good old days.” I try to keep the sadness out of my voice.
“You have beautiful memories, at least, Otis.” She licks the spatula then hands it to me. “Want a lick?”
Immediately my mood lifts, and I grin. “If we start that again, we’ll never get to visit Mom.”
She puts her finger in the remaining icing, raises it to my mouth and I lick it off.
Her lips part on a little moan and her eyelids flutter as I suck her finger into my mouth.
Next, I bend my head and suck on her nipple, and she arches into me. The spoon clatters to the floor.
I wet through the material of her t-shirt with my saliva, her nipples poke out and I suck some more, my tusks gently kneading into her breasts, seeming to add to the experience by the delighted sounds she makes.
“You like that?”
“SOOO much. I never thought tusks could add so much—fun.”
She holds my head and ruffles my hair in her fingers.
When I gather her closer, she wraps her legs around my waist and we kiss passionately. Her sighs and moans combine with my deep growls of pleasure. Our tongues tangle, carrying the sweet taste of vanilla and sugar, and my cock hardens against her pussy, which is pressing into me like an invitation.
“I’d love to fuck you right now,” I grunt out, “except visiting hours are pretty strict.”
We pull apart reluctantly and she hops off the stool while I put the cake in a container.
I rearrange my pants over my still-hard dick and glance at her. “Better go.”
Clem nods.
In the jeep, Clem sits with the container perched on her knees.
“I’m a bit nervous about meeting your mom,” she says after a moment.
“Please don’t be.” I grin. “Mom and Dad were pro-humans. They often talked about how in the early days after the apocalypse, orcs and humans traded and were on good terms. My parents always believed there would come a day when the glamor dropped from the humans’ eyes and friendships would form again. They talked of a future where humans and monsters would co-exist peacefully.”
“It sounds like Utopia,” she sighs.
“My parents were eternal optimists.”
She’s pensive for a moment. “So I guess your mom won’t mind when you turn up with a human by your side?”
“I think it will perk her up no end, Clem.”
“I hope so.”
“Iknowso.”
As usual, Clem’s nose is plastered to the window, watching the sights. We go past the markets and head into the northern zone with its more genteel homes. Mom’s care home sits in a cozy corner, in a cave that has a rare trickle of natural water running through it. The staff have worked hard to build a friendly, inviting residence. There’s a little garden, and the lumen lights have allowed ferns and hydrangeas to grow. There are lily pads in the pond, and fish swimming around. I know it’s the best place for Mom to be, but my heart still wrenches at the fact she’s here at all.
When we finally draw up outside, Clem lets out an exclamation. “Oh my, it’s so pretty!”
“When monsters age or become sick we put in the effort to make their care the best it can be. The respect for their work, for their wellbeing, is at the forefront of our minds.”
“That’s lovely. Old folks in Sparkle just disappear.”
“What?!”
“Not literally,” she adds hastily. “They get politely herded into retirement villages away from the young folks. Smart condominiums, with golf clubs, and entertainment, but there is definitely segregation. I guess old people don’t look pretty enough in the trendy spots. It’s the same for anyone with a disability. They’re all carefully hidden away.” She laughs, a brittle little laugh. “It’s completely fucked up, to be honest.”
