His Only Son
Keywords: His, Only, Son,
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The inn was full, except for its regular patrons and clientele. There were no strangers out in the rain that night. The city was safe from crime, for awhile.
In one high up room of the inn, a man ran his hands over the swollen belly of a woman laying in a bed, sheets pulled down. His eyes were wide with amazement.
"You haven't a single mark on you, but you are so huge!"
The woman stroked the man's dirty blonde hair lovingly.
"It's the elf in me," she said to him. "I heal too quickly for there to be any damage like a stretch mark or a skin tag. I will always look like this."
The man grinned at her with his one blue eye, and the half elf woman smiled back, feeling her unborn baby kicking against its father's caressing hands.
"Will it be a son?"
His eyes were so hopeful. And she smiled mysteriously, knowingly.
"Would you like it if it was?"
The human nodded, his eyes wandering back to the swollen belly. He was kneeling beside the bed, both hands roving over the pale flesh of his lover's abdomen. And she watched him, leaning back and reaching out occasionally to stroke his hair, play with his neck. Anything to touch him. She loved him that much.
"Do you remember how we created this child?"
He didn't answer.
"Do you remember how this all started?"
Reginald, the human, still didn't answer. She could see he was biting his bottom lip. Sometimes, he liked to forget the story, the way things had happened. When he visited her, he liked to pretend there was nothing outside the simple bedroom she stayed in on the top floor of the inn. Reginald liked to pretend that she was his wife, his only love, and that the coming child was his only offspring.
But that was not the whole truth, or even half of it. And wickedly, the half elf delighted in remembering.
She leaned back, and began to whisper to Reginald.
"We were out hunting, remember? We were out hunting in those mountains down south, just before the great swamp and the jungle. And we had to bed down for the night. We had never spent a night like that together, out all day alone."
"Lu, don't. Please."
Reginald lay his head against the belly, his cheek flat to Lu's stomach. She reached out her fingertips, stroking his cheek tenderly. But she did not stop.
"And there were gypsies, remember? They were the only ones who had the safest camp around there, nestled next to that hill. They were all dark haired and dark skinned. Remember? And some of the women wanted you from the minute they saw you. You always look so mysterious when you are most solemn and careful. After the hunt, especially."
Her fingers trailed over his face, and over his eye patch, her lips grinning. He shivered whenever she did that.
"One of their men wanted me, too. But you were taken, already promised to Lisa. And you were so protective of me. You didn't want for either of us to end up in the wrong bed.
"So you came up with this idea. If we acted like a couple, and drank and sang with the gypsies, they would leave us alone."
Reginald closed his eyes, and she could feel his skin flushing hot beneath her fingers. That made her grin. Her voice, and the things she said, always had that affect on him.
"You pulled me onto your lap. I was only wearing my leathers, by then. And we drank, and we danced. And any time one of them would approach us, you pulled me into your arms. At first, they didn't believe it. They wanted to see something more, you whispered to me. I didn't know what you meant."
Reginald moved slowly up, until he was lying against Lu, on the bed, one of his legs draped over hers, and his arm snaking under her head, until he held her close. He pressed his lips to her forehead, and listened quietly, his hand still on her belly.
"I remember sitting on your lap, watching your drunken face in the firelight, and marveling at how you could be so drunk, yet so calm and sober. Your eye was so glazed over, I knew you couldn't see that straight. But you sat there, so stiff and strong, the perfect knight. And your arm, it was around my waist. Do you remember?"
Lu pulled his arm up from her belly now, resting it just below her large breasts. Reginald nuzzled her pale hair with his lips and moustache, then nodded.
"Yes, and with your arm around my waist, I watched as you surveyed all the faces watching us. You knew they didn't believe you were really my lover. And you knew that their young men wanted to take me from you, thinking I was that silly and that drunk. You knew I could defend myself. But you are always and forever, a knight, noble and chivalrous. You didn't want me to have to fight my way to a peaceful bed."
Again, Reginald nodded against Lu's head, and she could hear him as he smelled her hair. His hand moved of its own accord, up her body, until it cupped one of her milk-swollen breasts. She ignored it, as best she could, continuing with the story.
"So, then...with everyone watching, you put your hands into my hair, and tilted my head back. Remember?"
As if on cue, Reginald put his hands in Lu's short hair, and tilted her face until she was looking up at him. His one eye burned through her soul.
"And then...," Lu whispered. "You kissed me..."
With that, Reginald pulled Lu close, holding her tightly, kissing her hard and deep. And as the kiss was drawn out, she remembered the first time he had kissed her.
All of the camp had been watching as by the light of the fire, Reginald had pulled Lu's face down to his, and had sucked her mouth with his own. He had moved his lips hard over her's. At first, she had thought he was faking it, putting on a show. Then, she didn't care. His lips were so soft, and she had been imagining this all day. What did it matter that the wine the gypsies had shared was probably making her too emotional? She didn't think of that, didn't want to think of that. She just wanted to be lost in the kiss.
The people watching had hooted and hollered, obviously believing the kiss as much as Lu had wanted to. But Reginald still didn't push her away. The kiss went on and on. Then, surprisingly, he even moved his tongue into her mouth.
That wasn't necessary, she had thought. That was something he was doing entirely on his own. She knew he was probably very drunk, and didn't know fully what he was doing. But as his free hand slid up her loose tunic, clutching one of her round breasts, Lu knew she was not about to stop the human. She had always desired him sexually, dreamt of him on her lonely nights. If the gods of ale and wine were about to gift her this one night of pleasure, even just this one kiss and grope, she was not going to question them.
The people in the background made lewd suggestions, and one even opened up the door to one of the small traveling houses they all lived in, saying they could have it for the next few days, and that there was a store of wine in a cupboard inside. And warm blankets, warmer than the bare ground they would have had to sleep on.
At hearing that, Reginald had picked Lu up, pulling his mouth from her's. She was sure he would realize, at some point, the wrongness of what he was doing. But he didn't. He carried her up the ramp, into the house, and dropped her on the bed. Before she had come to her senses in the darkness, Reginald had torn her tunic from her, and was devouring her stomach, her hips, with his teeth and lips. Down his mouth went, his hands pulling at her leggings, tearing them off. Then his tongue was separating her swollen labia, his teeth were nipping at her aching clitoris, and his fingers were intruding into her privacy.
Lu forgot that there were people outside, listening to everything she was saying. But as Reginald forced her to come on his mouth and fingertips, she professed to him her undying love.
"I will love you forever," she cried out, clutching his hair tightly in one hand as she quivered, half sitting up, against his mouth.
"Never stop," he had whispered, moving his body over her. And he had entered her then, roughly, holding her down with both hands. As if she would have even considered stopping him. Reginald groaned and grunted, and finally screamed as he came inside her. She ran her hands over his back, down his spine, realizing his pants were still on. He had wanted her so much, he had barely managed to free his member in time to take her.
Reginald panted and groaned and muttered, kissing at Lu's neck. And they had made love into the wee hours of the morn, until he could love her no more and had passed out across her aching body.
"Do you remember that, Reginald?" Lu said to him now.
His mouth was on her neck as he lay against her in the bed, nodding. She stroked her fingers through his hair as he moved lower. Then he was pulling one of her breasts free from her robe, holding it into his mouth. Her womb twinged slightly as he began to suckle on her breast. And he started in delight as mother's milk leaked onto his tongue. But he didn't stop. Reginald squeezed her breast almost painfully, drinking from her.
Lu panted, but continued.
"And you woke up the next morning, late into the day actually. You were weeping, and I tried to hold you close. But you wouldn't let me. So you stumbled from the bed, and opened the cupboard, and found the first bottle that looked like wine. You opened it, and poured as much as you could into your mouth, and swallowed. Then, you looked back at me, where I lay naked and shivering in the cold on the bed. And, hungry again, you threw yourself on me. You took me so roughly, that time. I even tried to say no."
But the feel of Reginald's thrusting cock inside her had brought her so much pleasure. He had wanted her so badly, he couldn't deny it. She had hungered for him, watching him standing naked, drinking the wine. And when he turned to her, it was easy to forget he had tears in his eye, as she looked down and saw his swollen rod, pointing at her. Wanting just her.
"We made love, for days. Until the gypsies knocked on the door and said we must eat.
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Keywords: His, Only, Son,