My lips began to trail down her neck. I wanted her now. The urgency was eating at me, and it took everything with me not to lift her off her feet and gently place her on the ground. But then she shivered from the cold and I remembered, that I had a task to complete before we could truly get started.
I placed the timber in the fire pit and kept my fire-filled hand over the logs until they finally began to burn on their own.
I turned to find Fatima arranging her clothes so she may lay upon them.
“Let me do that,” I stood beside her and stripped my own clothes off to add to the pile. Then I laid them all flat and encouraged her to rest upon them.
She laid down, looking as beautiful as ever and my mouth watered to taste her again. The scent of her arousal had only deepened my desire and my cock had grown hard once again.
“You will come upon my tongue and then upon my cock,” I commanded and Fatima grinned at my words.
“Yes, sir. Lead the way,” she purred.
I dipped my head between her thighs and lapped at her cunt like a beast. Fatima let out a moan of pleasure and gripped my horns to hold herself in place while I worked her sweet pussy.
She tasted so good, shockingly so. I should be used to her taste by now, but every time my tongue swept across her slit, she tasted better than the time before.
I didn’t know if it was magic or some kind of gift from the goddess, but I didn’t care. I lapped greedily at her essence until I felt her squeeze all around me.
“Now, Zander. I need you inside me,” she begged, and I could deny her nothing.
“Yes, my mate. I will grant you anything you desire.”
My mate. It felt right to call her that.
“Yours,” Fatima smiled.
She turned to her side and I laid down behind her.
“Rest your head upon my arm,” I instructed as I slipped one arm under her head and the other over her hip so I could reach her clit.
She did as I requested and sighed happily in my arms.
Mine. A primal instinct cried out from deep within me. Mine now and forever.
I lifted Fatima’s leg up and rested it on my hip to open her up for me.
“You will tell me if anything hurts,” I commanded. I had heard that sex could feel different during pregnancy. If anything made her uncomfortable, I would stop and lick her cunt until she found her release again. Fatima would be pleasured one way or another today.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I’m ready.”
“As am I,” I purred in her ear making her laugh. I liked the sound of it. It wasn’t light and airy like some of the other humans. It was a hearty laugh, full of unbridled joy, and I loved it nearly as much as I loved her.
The next sound that came out of her mouth was a sharp gasp as I notched my cock at her entrance, and slowly slid into my mate, my Fatima.
“How does that feel?” I checked in with her.
“Good. It feels good,” she sighed happily, and I pressed on, sinking even deeper.
My own need to thrust and rut clawed at me, but I held my instincts in check. There would come a time for such things, but it would not be today. Once the baby was born and Fatima was fully healed, I would rut into her if that’s what she desired, but until then, my movements would be slow and measured.
I could not, however, prevent my cock from vibrating within her.
“Ah!” she cried out when the first vibration spiraled through us both.
“Still good?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“God yes!” Fatima cried.
