“Look at you,” he said, his voice taking on an animalistic edge. “Turning all rosy for me as I fuck this tight ass.”
“Yes,” I panted. “All for you!” I reached down to grab my dick and started tugging on it.
“All flushed and sweaty, that gorgeous fiery hair shining bright against our bedding,” he said, punching his hips forward once more. He sped up, and I changed the tempo of my hand to match the timing of his thrusts while also moving my hips to follow him. I did not want his dick out of my ass. It felt far too good. Those tiny, soft scales rubbed my walls in all the right ways.
He grabbed my hips. “Love this body. Something sweet to hold onto and lovely to cuddle against.”
My heart sang. He loved my fluff! My hand sped up.
“Yes, please, more!” I begged him.
He began to move even faster, his movements sharp, quick, and more erratic, then he opened his mouth wide, and I knew what was coming next. He was going to bite me, showing his scaly side that it had ownership of my heart and body. He struck the juncture of my left shoulder and holy fuck! It hurt but at the same time, it felt so fucking good. I came, my jizz painting my hand and our bodies. He lifted his face, licking my neck before uttering a beastly roar. I could feel the heat of his seed filling me, and then it happened. I felt a connection seem to slide into place, and I knew without a doubt that my heart had finished accepting him.
Was it love? It was sprouting, the seed having been nurtured as we laughed and played together as a couple and as a family. The coming days, weeks, and months would see it continue to grow, and when it finally bloomed, we’d have that wedding. I knew it with a certainty that I would have laughed at mere days ago if you’d told me this would happen.
Jolar groaned and rolled to the side, taking his magic dick with him.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll get us a cloth,” he said, stretching out beside me wearing a satiated look.
Neither of us was surprised when in the morning, we both still needed a shower to wash the dried cum off. Separately, unfortunately, as we slept in later than planned and our son was on his way home for our planned day at the park. Our son…that still felt like a wonderful dream of its own. A beautiful, wonderful dream.
CHAPTER17
JOLAR
I feltsomething shift between us last night, as if we’d somehow dislodged another stone in some wall between us, and it had come tumbling down. This was the first morning that I’d woken with him in my arms instead of over on his side of the bed. We’d fallen asleep in the middle of the bed, touching, but not cuddling, as I had planned to drag my sex-exhausted self from the bed and get a cloth from the bathroom to clean both of us up with. That hadn’t happened, and sometime during our slumber, we’d curled up around each other, his head on my chest, his arm over me, and mine over him, our legs tangling together.
“Hurry up, babe,” Mitchell said, returning to our room, the towel tightly wrapped around him. “By my reckoning, we’ve got maybe ten to fifteen minutes before Neal comes barrelling through the front door, wanting to go play on the swings.”
I rubbed my arm absently where the scales had already started to recede. “I need some tea before I can face the park,” I confessed.
“Go on, I’ll make some for you and a coffee for me. I’ll also get Xeranos to replicate us each a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit.”
I didn’t know what that was, but I’d had sausages and eggs, and I’d tried a few different cheeses, so I was certain it was going to be tasty.
“Thanks,” I told him, daring to give him a peck on the lips as I hurried past him.
“Damn it,” he called after me. “You trying to make it harder for me to get dressed by making me get another woody?”
That I definitely got the jist of, so I cackled the short distance to our bathroom, pleased that a simple kiss from me was enough to arouse him. I obeyed his suggestion, though eager to not be caught by our friends despite the prearranged drop off time. Unlike him, though, I thought to bring my clothes into the bathroom with me. I did not fancy running out of time and having to dash the short distance to our bedroom in a towel or hide in the bathroom until they left.
As the water sluiced down my skin, I found myself reflecting on the recent changes to my life. Mitchell had slotted in so easily that it seemed almost mystical. Even Neal had taken to him quickly, though that was not without its ups and downs as he tried to test boundaries and dealt with his insecurities. Truthfully, he still did the same thing with me, and the other parents aboard that I’d met told me this was typical of all children during all stages of development, from toddlers to teens, so I wasn’t all that worried.
I dried off and dressed once I heard voices, knowing our expected guests had arrived. By the time I came out, they had already left.
I looked at Mitchell, puzzled. “They’re gone already?”
“Larry’s grandparents are arriving by shuttle today for a visit,” Mitchell explained.
I blinked, suddenly embarrassed that we had taken up their time this morning when they had preparations of their own to make. Mitchell walked over to me and flicked me gently between my eyebrows.
“None of that. Turn that frown upside down, mister,” he ordered as Neal giggled. “They said they didn’t mention anything because it wasn’t a big deal and it helped keep Larry from bopping about in anticipation.”
Ah. A distraction. I’d have to remember that. It seemed a reasonable technique, though Mitchell did not have any family to come visit us that I knew of.
“Can we go now?” Neal asked, turning his large, dark eyes pleadingly towards us.
“It’s not lunch time yet, but if we go now, we can find a good spot, and he can play until we’re ready to eat,” Mitchell murmured.
