Chapter Twenty
Blythe folded the little infant sleepers, white ones with animals. Xan said were similar to what they called “ducks” on Earth. They swam along the surface of the water on Pra’kir and were red with blue markings. And to be honest, they were adorable on the little sleeper.
She’d been given dresses in pink and lavender that were too adorable. Rowth and Brinley had a little mini robe made for her like the ones the judges wore on the council. She’d washed them all and folded them neatly into Tegan’s dresser drawers. Tiny socks and leggings with small white and pink sweaters to keep their baby girl warm.
Another drawer was full of blankets, soft and fuzzy. Her arms ached for their baby. Xan assured her that it was any day now and he’d let her know ahead of time so she could prepare mentally and emotionally for their bundle of joy.
Tegan opened her eyes, staring at them when they came to visit. Her little hand would clasp their fingers, especially Blythe’s because they were so slender. More and more she looked like her father, and it filled Blythe’s heart with pride to know that she’d given him a daughter, a child that looked like him in almost every way except eye color—she wasn’t born with his black eyes, Tegan’s eyes were a crystal blue.
Xan’s heavy footfalls were heard coming up the stairs. She looked at the clock; it was time for her to service him and for their milk training.
“Look how sweet these little things are.” His huge hands pulled up one of the pale pink sleepers with little white bows on the bottom. It was smaller than his whole hand.
Blythe said anxiously, “She’ll be here soon. I need to be ready, and there’s so much to do. Or it feels like there’s still so much to do.” She looked around the room not feeling like it was perfect enough.
Xan looked around too, his eyebrows furrowing. “The room is all set; we finished it just last week. The chair is up, the crib is set, the sheets and bumpers are in, and all the rugs are on the floor. What else is there to do?”
She looked around the room and she knew he was right. The room was done. There was no more work to be finished, especially since she had finished washing all the baby clothes.
But something felt off.
“I don’t know. I just…do you think I’m ready? I mean, my mother used to say some people aren’t meant to have children. What if I’m one of those women?” Her heart raced and it became difficult to swallow past the lump in her throat. Fighting it, she tried not to cry, but the tears filled her eyes.
“Oh, baby. Come here.” Xan pulled her onto his lap, enveloping her into his chest, wrapping those huge arms around her, and she swore she never felt safer than when she was held like this.
The tears flowed easily at that point, and she couldn’t keep the small sobs from escaping. He murmured sweet nothings in her ear, petting and stroking her. “Daddy’s got you. You’re such a good Mommy already. You’re the sweetest person I know…a little stubborn and mischievous, but sweet.”
She couldn’t help but laugh. She looked up at him, smiling through her tears.
He winked at her. “Now you listen to me. Are you listening?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You’ve already exhibited more love and caring for our baby girl than any women I know on Pra’kir. Your maternal instincts are strong and you’ve even produced milk to feed your baby.” He pinched her chin between his fingers. “You will not be allowed to talk like this again. This was your only chance to do it and walk away without a blistered behind. Am I clear enough on this?”
She nodded, having no doubt that he meant every word. Having his approval buoyed her immeasurably. “Yes, Sir.”
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Kneel.” He helped her scooch off his lap onto the floor.
She kept her eyes on him, waiting for direction. He undid his pants, his bulbous, hard cock jerking free of the confines of his pants, the tip quickly dripping with his semen. Stroking the silky length, his gaze bore into her. She did not doubt that he knew the very act of caressing his cock had her sex dripping with arousal.
“Stroke your clit, pet.”
Reaching down, she circled the hardened nub, her juices plentiful, and she dipped into the well of her sex, rewetting her finger and gliding it along the sensitive flesh. Her hips flexed, her womb spasming with her arousal. Closing her eyes, she rubbed her clit, sliding her finger along the left side of her labia where her sexual tension peaked. The increased rhythm of strokes in that area had her gasping.
Blythe knew to not orgasm without his permission. He loved to edge her for extended periods of time, watching her become frantic with what she perceived as her inability to hold it back any longer.
Damn him!
“Your chest is all pink, girl, and your juices are dripping onto the floor.” His breath had also increased, which was a good sign for her as it meant he would be asking her to mount him or give him oral; she could only hope that he’d let her come as well. He liked keeping her frustrated knowing that when she finally was given permission, she would fly apart wildly and magnificently, unable to restrain her body’s movement or her screams of ecstasy.
“I need…I need to come, Master.”
“It’s too soon, pet.”
She didn’t know if it was the hormones racing through her body with the milk production, or if she’d been too aroused, but she stiffened, thrusting three of her fingers deep into her pussy. She screamed with her orgasm, her hips jerking wildly and her own come sluicing over her finger. It was then that she felt what had become a familiar tingle in her nipples, a burning warmth spreading like a fever over her breasts. She opened her eyes in time to see both breasts spurting milk, drenching Xan with the white fluid. With every spasm of her sex, the milk jetted out, discharging in steady squirts with the contractions.
“Oh…oh fuck!”
“No kidding!” Xan shook his head laughing. “I’m not even mad. I’m just…impressed.”
She laughed because it was a quote from one of her favorite movies on Earth but knew he had no idea. And then, feeling a bit ashamed of the spontaneous flow of milk, Blythe covered the globes with her hands, pressing them hard to stop the flow. But she also knew that she’d come without permission, which was a pretty huge infraction in Xan’s house.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You came without permission.” He furrowed his eyebrows at her.
Blythe held her breath wondering what this meant for her ass this morning. But when she saw the end of his mouth kicked up a little, she knew it would be okay.
“We’ll let it go this time. Come up here, bad girl, it’s time to let me come too, but I’m not going to be gentle.”
Blythe smiled back, “Good.”
She climbed up onto his lap, guiding the huge cock into her slick entrance, the length of him hitting the top of her cervix, eliciting a gasp, closing her eyes with the tingling sensations of her sex to the fullness of him.
He rode her hard and fast, jostling her up and down his cock, the heavy globes of her ass bouncing with his fierce and reckless abandon. His finger bit into her fleshy hips and pinched the meaty area hard enough that she had no doubt she’d have bruises the next day.
Her arousal, not quite abated from her orgasm, ratcheted up incrementally and she knew that she’d come again with him. She dug her fingernails into his muscled shoulders and biceps. Her bottom bounced on his thighs with every thrust.
He pounded and pistoned into her, unrestrained until he shouted, “Come, girl.” They both shouted with their release, her sex squeezing him in a vice-like hold, the walls of her cervix shivering and convulsing around the girth of him, his hot seed spurting into her.
And, once again, but only one breast this time, she released her milk. Xan quickly latched onto it, sucking tightly while his still semi-hard cock jerked and thrust with her. In short order, a much smaller orgasm— but her third orgasm of the morning—shattered her, and she screamed so loud the back of her throat burned. With a raspy voice, she groaned, “Dear God, I think I’m going to die.”
Her hips jerked with each spasm. His cock fell from her the sticky member resting on her buttocks and his thigh.
After leaning on each other, gasping for air and their bodies and heart rates slowing, Xan murmured into her hair, “We need to shower and go see our baby girl. Let’s not be late today.”
She smiled at him. “You’re going to be such a great Daddy…you already are.” Then she slowly climbed off of him, and with a shove to his shoulder pushing him back onto the chair, leaving him at a clear and purposeful disadvantage, she yelled, “Race ya to the shower!”