Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
She nods. Silent.
Silence is always bad.
Another nod.
“Well, don’t do that again.” She points at my nose. “But, I can’t stay mad at you because, yes, I have morning sickness but there’s something else…”
“What?”
She opens her robe and my mouth starts to water. Her tits are engorged, blue veins snake under her pale skin but there’s something better.
“Milk,” I utter, my cock standing straight up as I lift my bride onto my lap, feeding her dripping nipple between my lips.
She moans and grabs the back of my ponytail, arching her chest forward.
“So sweet,” I mumble, my mouth full of tit. “I will feed every day, ten times a day.”
“What about when the baby comes?”
“That’s twelve months away, your belly is already growing, by next week you will be as big as a house and sexier than ever. And, when the baby comes, we will share.”
I work the nipple deep into my mouth, sucking hard, the warm spray spreading over my tongue and down my throat as I feed from my wife.
She starts to rock against me as I suckle. I move to the other breast as milk streams from the nipple, back and forth I suck and drink as I lay back, Emmie mounts herself on my hard shaft and fucks me while she feeds me.
How every day seems better than the last, I am not sure, but I am blessed by the gods, this I know.
When Emmie comes, her milk floods my mouth as her cunt floods my dick. I’m drowning in my wife and there is no more perfect life on this planet or any other for me than this, here, now, forever with my mate.
I drink until she comes down, resting, then she looks at me in distress.
“I think I’m going to be sick again.”
I run my hand down her back, lifting her from my cock, putting her on her knees on the edge of the bed.
“The elder gave me this.” I reach under the bed and pull out the scroll.
“What is it?”
“It’s everything you didn’t know you needed to know about being mated.” I roll it down and read from a part that I hope will help my wife feel better. And me. “If morning sickness is experienced, the cure is for the female to extract seed from the male using her mouth. She should swallow as much as possible, this will sooth the sickness for days but can be repeated as often as is pleasant for the mates.”
She grunts, screwing up her face. “It does not say that. If you want a blowie, my mate, you know you just have to tell me, but maybe not while I’m sick…”
I turn the scroll her way, it’s written in our old native language but there’s enough words in there she recognizes to know I’m telling the truth.
“Well, go figure.”
I shrug, laying down the scroll. “I will do whatever it takes to make you feel better. Even suffer through this horrible oral.”
“You better be nice.” She swats my shoulder as I stand in front of her, feeding the tip of my cock between her lips.
“More sucking, less talking,” I grunt. “I’ll just be standing here taking one for the team.”
When she opens her mouth to protest, I fill her little mouth with a few inches, already leaking come and get her focused on her own healing.
Chapter
Twelve
Tigor
Epilogue five years later
“Be patient.” I say as I drive the enormous SUV down the dirt track.
“I’m not patient when I’m pregnant.” Emmie pouts as I take the last turn, pine trees lining the sides of the narrowing dirt road.
“Don’t I know this.”
The vehicle bounces on a hole in the road, bouncing Emmie nearly out of her seat.
“Are you aiming for the potholes? You’re going to make me pee myself.”
“You’re cute when you pee a little.” I smile, though she can’t see me through the blindfold.
Her belly is as big as ever when she’s mated. This is our third offspring. She has taken on the cycle of an orc female, only becoming fertile when her body is rested and healthy from her last birth. The front of her dress is starting to get soaked from the milk leaking from her tits.
We’ve been driving for a few hours, leaving bottles behind of her milk for my mother and sister to feed the little ones until we return.
Emmie is used to feeding both an orc baby and an orc husband many times a day. Her supply never dwindles and I do not believe I will ever tire of having my wife feed me. It is a closeness I could never have imagined before.
“We’re here. I will park and come to your side and take off your blindfold.”
I work myself out of the driver’s door. This vehicle is supposed to be ‘orc friendly’ but it’s still too small for my massive frame.