Chapter 14 – MRin
Perfect. Just perfect. Carmen's every action and reaction called to my bullish instincts and drove me to mount her harder and more thoroughly than I have ever rutted before. No sexual experience I have had before can even compare.
I murmur endearments and praise to her as we recover. After a few minutes, she shocks me by wriggling and grinding against me. Hucows usually want to be mounted three or four times per day at the peak of their season, but I've never heard of one wanting a repeat so quickly.
Carmen is insistent, twisting in my arms to press kisses and nips to my throat, face, and lips. My cock starts to rise to the occasion, and I add my own movements to hers.
I soon have her back on all fours and am rutting as if it has been weeks since I last did so. I come again, as does she, and before she can get frisky again, I move us indoors.
I take out her tail–it has had more than enough movement, and I don't want her any more sore than necessary–remove the rest of her accessories, coax her to drink, then snuggle up with her on the huge pillow bed.
The next week passes just like that. Sex, hydrating, sex, sleep, sex, eating, sex, milking, repeat. The milking I do myself, either by hand or mouth. Usually her supply requires both.
We barely see H'Nue, but that is because he is discreet, rather than for any other reason. I'd been right, he didn't set off my instincts, which made everything easier.
One morning, Carmen had surprised me by pushing me onto my back and then straddling my waist. The position was unfamiliar to me, but I'd immediately seen its advantages.
She'd slid down to my hips and fed my cock into her plush channel. Seeing her choose to take me inside her was very gratifying, and made my heart squeeze in the very best way.
She'd started rocking and lifting her hips, which set her udder swaying, and that had tempted me past any restraint. I'd surged up to latch onto a teat and suckled, and she'd lowered down onto her hands to enable me to lie back down. I'd rewarded her by surging my hips up into hers as she dropped down on me.
The combination had been beyond erotic, and quickly became my second favourite position. My favourite will always be mounting her from behind, with her secure within my frame. It calls to my instincts and drives her wild with arousal, which spurs me to greater efforts.
The second week is calmer, and our routine more closely resembles what it was before her season, with the addition of sex. Good sex. Great sex.
By the end of that week, a visible change comes over Carmen. She becomes very calm and introspective, and initially I worry that she is unhappy and retreating. But when I ask her, she just shakes her head, smiles and rubs her cheek against mine.
We come out of seclusion, and I find that I don't want to be away from Carmen. Fortunately, she feels the same, and I re-arrange my day around hers to maximise our time together.
She no longer needs to be dosed after milking, because I mount her instead. She seems to prefer the direct method of semen delivery, and her milk supply surges.
Another week passes, and I get a call from H'Nue, asking me to come down to the medical suite. There is something in his voice, but it isn't worry or panic, so I'm curious rather than stressed when I walk through the doorway.
“What's happening?” I ask H'Nue and our medic, F'Nor, noting Carmen's calm presence on the examination table.
“Here,” F'Nor says, pointing to a screen. There is a static ultrasound image on it, but it's mostly blobs and blurs to me.
“What am I looking at?”
“Your baby, or possibly babies. It's a little hard to say at this stage,” the medic replies with a broad smile.
“What?!” My gaze whirls back to F'Nor, but before he can answer, I breathe, “Oh my God.” I rush over to Carmen and press my face to hers, her calmness accentuating my lack of it.
“Do you feel alright?” She nods, serene but smiling. She is enjoying my reaction, I think. “Did you know?”
She shrugs and nods. She suspected.
“Show me,” I demand, but when F'Nor points to the screen again, I say, “no, show me right now, here.” I spread my hand just below Carmen's navel.
F'Nor doesn't take offence, just grins and prepares the examination wand again. He knows just how momentous any pregnancy is, and my obsession with Carmen is hardly a secret around the facility.
At Carmen's nod, he inserts the wand into her vagina and adjusts it until a moving image that matches the still one from before appears on the screen.
“Here's the embryo–your baby–and unless this is a shadow, here is a second one. It's too early to be sure just yet.”
I am speechless as I stare at an image that I had wondered if I would ever see. Carmen's hand slips over mine, and I turn my reverent stare towards her. She is as much of a miracle as what is under our joined hands.
Her smile is warm and generous, with a hint of amusement at the edges.
“You are amazing,” I murmur, cupping her cheek with my other hand.
She blushes and glances down, and I really wish I knew what she is thinking.
I get a hint of her thoughts when we retire to her apartment that evening. I'd been thinking about our living arrangements, what I'd need to change in my apartment to accommodate her, and if she would even want to live with me, when she taps the notebook she is using to learn to write Bovarian.
I read over her shoulder, ' What now?'
“I was just thinking about that. Would you like to move into my apartment?”
'Yes. Then what?'
I frown, trying to work out what she is actually asking. It's challenging working with a limited vocab–for both of us.
“We will live together. I will work, you can continue to learn, if that's what you want.”
'And then?'
“If you want to do something else, you only have to help me understand what.”
'And then?' Her gaze is intent. This is important to her.
“You'll birth our baby, or babies.” I get a surge of warmth in my chest just thinking about it.
'And then?'
“Well, I guess that depends on what you want to do. You can help raise them, or we can get someone in to do most of the raising. I'll want to have as much involvement as my work allows, but I understand that may not be for you.”
'And then?'
I frown again. Carmen is clearly looking for something, but I don't know what. I don't want to try to impose my vision of our future on her, but she is giving me very little avenue to ask for her input.
“That still depends on you, I guess. After giving birth, you will eventually go into season again, and if you consent and it's healthy for you to do so, I would love for you to have as many children as you'll bear me. Regardless of the number of children we have, I want to keep you in my life. I want you to have input into our life, so we'll have to keep working on our communication.”
She writes ' you ' on one piece of paper, and ' me ' on another, and puts them on the table in front of us.
I slide them next to each other. “This is what I want.”
She slides them apart, cuts two smaller squares and puts them next to ' you ' and puts another square of paper with the word ' bull ' on it next to ' me '.
It wrenches my gut to see it, but she should have the choice. “If that is what you want, then we can make that happen.” I catch a flash of disappointment in her eyes, and hurry to add, “But that's not what I want.”
She cocks her head.
“I want this.” I slide her square next to mine and the small ones, and ball up the ' bull ' one and toss it on the floor.
She snorts and grins, no uncertainty visible any more. Glancing at me coyly, she slides the ' me ' square slightly under the ' you ' one.
I laugh and lean over to kiss her. “Yes, I want that, too.”
She writes ' now? ', and I laugh again.
“Now, and any other time you want.”
Her shoulders shake with silent laughter, and I lean over to nuzzle her cheek. Pulling back slightly, I look her in the eyes and say, “I love you.”
All amusement fades from her face. She returns my ardent gaze and nods, then presses a hand to her chest then to mine.
She loves me, too.