Page 48 of Fighting the Lies

"You’re really ok with me being pregnant? I know this is a new relationship, and the baby was formed during a time of unprecedented pressure." She didn't get any more words out, because he silenced her with a searing kiss. She melted into his arms, which wrapped around her and brought her over his lap.

"You’re mine now. No matter what happens you are stuck with me forever." The look on his face showed he was completely adamant.

“I like the sound of forever.” She cooed back.

The mood in the cave turned from playful to wanton lust and need.

“If I don’t get inside you in the next few minutes, I think I might die.” Scott spoke as he kissed down her neck and over her breasts. He brought a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, his teeth gently skimming the sensitised flesh. She let out a longing purr. She needed him inside her as well.

“What are you waiting for?” She gave him permission, and he held her up and positioned himself at her entrance. She already knew that she was wet. She had a feeling foreplay was going to be different for Scott and her. It would be the intimacy of the jovial attitude to each other. It would get them hot and gagging for the final act of joining together. Although, that didn’t mean that she wasn’t interested in sucking that huge cock of his. Maybe in a minute though. First, he lowered her down onto his hardness, her muscles stretching to accommodate his girth. She felt full. She felt complete. She felt like she was home. When she was fully seated, he allowed her a few moments to adjust to his size. That was all it took for the worry to flood across his features.

“The baby.”

“Will be fine.” She reassured him with a kiss to his lips.

“But will I not hurt it?”

“The baby is well protected. In fact, it will probably enjoy the endorphins that you are about to release in me.” She rotated her hips. A shard of pleasure vibrated through her body.

“Release.” Scott paled again. “It won’t get my cum will it? I’ll have to pull out.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that one.

“When we get back home, I’ll show you some pictures of what the baby will look like inside me and how it is protected by a sac that gives it all its nutrients via a tube from me.”

He looked confused.

“The baby won’t be affected by your cum.”

“Phew.” He grabbed hold of her curvy backside and pulled her up his length before slamming her back down again.

“I love you.” She met his mouth, and they kissed for what seemed like an eternity. The entire time he set her pace on him. When they parted, he breathlessly reiterated her previous comments and added to them.

“Be my mate?”

She stilled mid thrust.

“Mate.”

“Yes. I want my scent all over you. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. I can’t promise you that I’ll be the best mate ever. You’ll need to groom me, probably catch all the food, tidy up after me, and teach me what being a family means, but I can promise you that I will give you my unfettered devotion. I would die for you” He laughed. “Without the song this time…I’ll worship the ground that you and our children walk on. I’ll never leave you. I’ll make you laugh more than I make you cry, and the tears will only ever be happy ones.”

What do you say?"

She didn't need time to think about that proposal. He was everything she wanted, her friend, confidante, and lover wrapped up in an equally lazy, funny, and fucking handsome package. She didn't need to consider her answer. Her heart told her it and her head agreed.

"Yes, I'm all yours. Forever, for all eternity."

Scott flipped her over, flat onto her back. He managed to keep himself inside her the entire time. She squealed as the ribbing of his cock stroked her insides, finding the spot that would send her soaring.

"What’s with the ribbing anyway?"

"I don't know the truth, just the old wives’ tale. It stems from the real lions that the human Moroccan Kings kept." While he was explaining, Scott rotated his hips to keep the friction between them building. "The real cats had something similar, penis flaps to keep them inside a lady. One day, one of the male lions bit the heir to the throne. He broke the skin and their blood mixed. The next day, the heir turned into a lion. When he got hard in human form, he found his penis ribbed."

"You believe that?" She asked, her breath hitching as Scott thrust particularly deep against her sensitive spot.

"I like the romance of it so yes I choose to. Better than a genetic mutation."

"Then that’s the story we’ll tell our children." He kissed her and growled low.

"Enough talking now. I'm obviously not doing something right, if you can still get breath out."

Scott quickened his pace, the rhythm sending sparks of scorching pleasure through her body. She was near to orgasm. A thin layer of sweat beaded on Scott's brow. She could tell that he was as well. He took her nipple into his mouth again and lavished it with attention. They were hard enough to score glass, the pebble aching for his bite. His teeth skimmed the areola, and she yelled out for more. He thrust harder and harder. She was grateful for the blanket beneath her, or her back would be grazed from the rocky floor.

"I'm going to come." She breathlessly spoke into Scott's open mouth. He brought his lips down on hers, the tips of his fangs drawing a spot of blood. That was enough to send her over. He thrust once more, and she was exploding around his rigid cock. Pleasure coursed through her body, every nerve ending alive with feeling. He slammed into her a final time, and she felt his release leave him and flood her. His cock jerk feverishly inside her, setting off another wave of her climax.

Their eyes met. She nodded. Scott bit down on her shoulder, marking her as his. Her own fangs grew in her mouth, and before she knew it, she had done the same to him. They’d marked each other. Mated. Defied the odds. Beaten the Lies.

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