Page 57 of Fresh Flesh

Lurg

Things have been so much better nowthat Maisie is finally back where she belongs. Home.

I don’t even mind having to share her with Mlarx and Joras. Not anymore. When we went shopping for baby supplies, something changed between our dynamic. Any pretense that she was only a servant, a slave, one step away from being eaten are long gone.

I’m standing in the kitchen while she cuts up vegetables for our night’s dinner. She supplements the stew with rabbit meat. Joras has convinced me that rabbit meat is pretty tasty. I might even prefer it to the flavor of humans.

Maisie sighs as she rubs her belly. I put down the computer tablet I’d been working on and go to her side.

“Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” she says, putting her hand on top of my own where it rests on her shoulder. “I just feel so bloated and unattractive.”

“You’re not even three months pregnant yet,” I say. “Besides, I find you lovely no matter what.”

“Is that so?” She frowns. “Then why are you not making love to me right now?”

Why not indeed?

I take her in my arms and kiss her tender at first. The kiss grows torrid as she plasters her body against my own. My hand slides down her back, until it brushes the slope of her delectable bottom.

I slide my fingers under the waistband of her garments. She moans into my mouth as I tease her pussy from behind.

She tugs at my uniform. I shrug out of it, then return to kissing her sweet lips. I can’t get enough of her. I want her so bad I can taste it.

My lips drop down to her neck. I slather her neck with my tongue. Her hands grasp the back of my head, and a deep groan echoes off the walls of our kitchen.

I kiss my way down to her rounded belly. She laughs softly.

“That tickles,” she says sweetly.

I kiss down past her belly, and then further still. I skip over her clitoris and instead dart my tongue between her swollen outer lips. Her taste is so delectable on my tongue that my cock spasms hard. Soon I’m more stiff than I have ever been in all my days.

Her hands grasp the back of my head as I suckle on her outer labia. I suck the sweet juices off of her body, clasping tightly with my lips. I tug backward, stretching her pussy lip out. She moans, her hands desperately pressing the back of my head as if begging for more attention.

Her pussy lip pops out of my mouth. I growl low in my throat and go after its twin on the other side. Maisie’s nails dig into my scales, but I can take it.

“Oh god,” she cries. “Lurg, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

I pry her pussy lips open wide and lick her thoroughly in the pink space between. At last, I turn my attention to her quivering clitoris. I blow softly across its surface and she gasps, twisting and moaning in my grasp. She would collapse were I not holding her up.

“Oh Lurg, please,” she cries. “Please!”

I latch onto her clitoris with my lips and suck hard. Maisie stiffens up, sucks in a deep, ragged gasp of air, and lets it out as a sharp cry that rings in my ears even after her rearing body collapses against me.

Her pussy squirts me in the face with delicious juices. I hold her up and continue to suckle her juices, her clitoris, anything I can get my mouth on.

Maisie shivers as I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bedroom. When I lay her down on the mattress, her eyes flutter open and she looks up at me with desire filled, greedy eyes.

“More,” she says, spreading her sweet thighs.

I kneel between her legs and grip my shaft tightly. I rub the head of my cock all over her pussy. Maisie’s eyes roll back in her head, her toes curl as she rides the wave of another climax. I shove my cock inside of her, gasping at how tight her walls clench down on my shaft. It feels amazing.

Her pussy convulses, sucking me in deeper. I sink in until our bodies are flush against each other. Maisie lets out a guttural moan, wrapping all four of her limbs around me. I thrust into her with increasing urgency. My cock is ready to explode. I hang on until she screams in climax again, and then I let loose.

I gasp, my eyes fluttering closed as I release inside of her. There’s nothing quite so sublime as this, filling her with my hot seed. Who knows, perhaps her child is mine? Even if this one is not, I will love it, because it’s a part of her.

Besides, maybe the next child will be mine, or the next…

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