Page 55 of Fresh Flesh

Joras

HavingMaisie back with us is a dream come true.

It’s been so long, the superiors have all but forgotten my little transgression. Thanks to the fact that our Vegas farm runs so efficiently of course.

I’m glad to have Maisie back no matter the circumstances. There are times I wish I didn’t have to share her with Lurg and Mlarx, but I will take her anyway I can get her.

This doesn’t mean that from time to time I don’t think back to those weeks we spent together in the mountains on the west coast. I recall every moment of that with great joy. It had been quite the revelation finding out how clever and knowledgeable that Maisie really was.

I miss the time we spent together. Not just the times when I made love to her, either. There was a great charm in the simple way we lived together in that barn. I could have done that forever and not given a damn about the fate of the empire or anything else for that matter.

One day, I’m sitting in the living area while Maisie works in the kitchen. I look up at her and feel a question burning the back of my mind. I have to ask her, even if it turns out to be awkward. I need to know.

“Maisie?”

She starts, and turns away from the pot she was scrubbing.

“What is it, Joras?”

I look into her lovely face and sigh, my heart soaring with joy at her beauty. It almost makes me change my mind about what I need to ask her, but I can’t quite bring myself to do that.

“What mission were you carrying out in California?”

“I told you, Project Change was all about finding a way for the Grens to stop eating us.”

“I know that’s what the project was all about. But what were you doing, specifically? You must have had a purpose?”

She heaves a long sigh and drops her gaze to the floor.

“It doesn't really matter anymore,” she says softly. “I’m here with the three of you now, and that’s that. I’m not going back to California, or participating in the project any longer.”

I stare at her for a long moment, and then I decide that it isn’t that important.

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” I say softly. I bring my hand up and caress her soft cheek. She sighs and pushes her lips into my palm. I slide my hand around to the back of her neck and thread my fingers through her soft hair.

Then I crush my lips upon her own. She kisses me back, her tongue lashing against my own as I grab her bottom tightly with one hand. Maisie moans as pry her cheeks apart, then run my finger down through the groove of her ass.

My fingertips touch her ready wetness. She cries out as I push my fingers inside of her.

“Your pussy is warm and slippery for me, my pet,” I purr in her ear.

“Yes, Joras,” she gasps. “I’m so ready for you.”

I don't know why, but I have a feeling that the baby she’s carrying belongs to me. I have no basis for this other than a gut feeling. Of course, I did make love to her the most frequently, and spent a lot of time with her all to myself in the mountains. Maybe it is my child.

I’ll just go with this feeling and not fight it. She melts into my arms, grinding herself against the growing lump in my crotch.

We continue the smoldering embrace and there are less and less clothes between us the whole time. Her naked body feels good against my scales. I run my hand over her baby bump and she puts her hand on top of my own, weaving her fingers through mine.

I look at our hands, resting together on top of her belly. Green scales and freckled human skin. A study in contrasts, and yet I believe we look good together. We look right holding hands.

I gently lift her up onto the kitchen table and push the head of my cock between her glistening wet pussy lips. Her head flies back with a sharp cry as I thrust into her. I groan at the sublime tightness of her sweet little pussy. I feel like I’m in paradise every time we make love.

“I love you, Maisie,” I cry as I cum inside of her.

She writhes and moans beneath me, then squeezes me tight with all four limbs.

“I love you, too, Joras.”

I could listen to her say that all day, and never grow tired of it.

Never.

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