His Only SonbyDireLilith©
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. They had to leave, had to pack up their camp. They invited us to run away with them."
Reginald had moved to Lu's other breast now, kneading it until small white drops of milk came out around the sensitive and swollen areola. Then his head dipped low again, and he drank from her breast. And Lu sighed happily, petting Reginald's head and telling the story.
"We got dressed. And you wouldn't even look at me. You put on your armor, weeping over your poor Lisa. I swore I wouldn't tell. I would never do that to you. But anything I said, you wouldn't hear. Not then.
"So we started back to the civilized world. We put on our packs, and we began to walk. Then, when night fell, we made camp. I put my bedding on the opposite side of the fire as yours. But when the darkness came, and the fire was low, you crept over to me, and made love to me with your mouth again. And then we rutted like wild dogs. You pulled my hair."
Reginald looked up at Lu, looked up from her milk-drenched nipples.
"I made you howl," he said, his voice low and lustful.
"Yes," she grinned at him. "You did. And I made you say my name. As you moved to put your cock inside me, I pulled away. 'Say my name,' I insisted. And you couldn't. You wanted me so bad. Your cock would have said my name, if I had asked him. But I wanted you to say it. Only you."
Reginald moved up again, and he held Lu's face in one hand, nuzzling her chin and her cheek with his beard and moustache.
"Lu," he whispered hotly into her ear.
"Yes. You said my name. And I let you take me however you wanted. You took me all night long. Then when we woke up, you didn't cry. You just got dressed, and acted like it never happened. When we got to the city, I wondered what you would do with your precious Lisa. But she ran for you with open arms, weeping her big fat tears. And you threw yourself at her, held her close, and didn't look at me once."
Lu sighed, remembering how that had so hurt her heart. Reginald was successful at ignoring her, and forgetting everything they had shared. When she went to her room at night, she would have to listen to him making love to his precious high elf fiancé. She had to hear Reginald screaming out Lisa's name, and had to imagine the lovely things he was doing with his wonderful mouth. But he wasn't doing them to her. He was doing them to his fair-haired, tall and slender, soon-to-be wife.
For months, Reginald ignored the looks of longing Lu gave him. Then came his wedding, and Lu cried and cried. No one noticed because everyone cries at weddings. No one noticed that she went to her room instead of staying down for the usual night of drinking and debauchery that followed every wedding. And no one noticed Reginald following her.
"You cornered me in the hallway. I remember that. I'll never forget how surprised I was. You didn't say a word. You just put a hand on my shoulders, and looked into my eyes. Then you held me, petting my hair as I cried."
Reginald nodded again, his scruff dragging across Lu's chest. He held one of her wrists in each hand.
"Then I stopped crying, and I moved my mouth to yours. And I kissed you. And there, in the dark shadows of the corner of the hall, above the hall where your new wife showed off the ring you had given her, you kissed me back. And you pushed me lower, showing me your intent. I kissed down your neck, down your chest, unbuttoning your shirt, so slowly. And then, where anyone could see if they only looked close enough, I pulled your cock out, and began to lick it. I'm sure you remember that."
The human moved his own face lower and lower down Lu's body, kissing over her swollen breasts, hugging her huge belly with both hands, then moving his scruff to nuzzle and nudge at her thighs. Lu parted them, gasping as Reginald's tongue snaked out to taste her. And she continued to talk, quietly, to herself.
"And I took you into my mouth. I took all of you inside. And you put your hands in my hair. Then you began to make love to my mouth."
His tongue dragged roughly over her clit, making Lu writhe in the blankets and sheets on the bed.
"Your hips were thrusting, hard, into my face, pushing me into your groin. I could feel you hitting the back of my throat, I could taste your precum. And once, I looked up to see you staring down at me. I know you saw me, you weren't thinking of her. Only me."
A finger joined his tongue, parting her puffy, wet lips, flicking over her soaked folds, then entering her. He began to twist and turn both his tongue and his fingers, spreading her, pushing into her, exciting and tantalizing her. Lu moaned while she talked.
"You came inside my throat, then pulled out, and came all over my chin, my cheeks. You groaned, watching your seed spill down my neck, over my shirt. With your fingers, you smeared it around and around, reveling in the feel of your semen on my face. I remember it, so well."
Lu bit a knuckle as Reginald fingered her tightness gruffly, then she felt herself begin to climax. He felt it to, and he dropped his mouth to her puss, sucking at her hard. He loved to drink her, to have her wash over his moustache and beard.
"Ah! Ah!" she cried out softly, orgasming around his tongue.
Finally, he slowed his mouth, letting her relax.
"You...you wanted me, your cock was hard for me again. But Lisa was coming up the stairs, drunk, calling you. And you pushed me into my room. I watched as she finally stumbled over to you, and you pushed her into the room you both shared. You threw her on the bed, and didn't even close the door. And I watched as you took your wife for the first time. She was drunk, and she never remembered how you called out my name. How you turned her around so you couldn't see her face. How you knew I was watching. I knew you knew I had seen. And I knew you liked that it excited me."
Reginald looked up into Lu's face, his hands gripping her hips and thighs. "I like to take you from behind, too," he said quietly, moving to carefully turn her over onto her stomach. But she was too heavy with child to roll all the way over. He left her there, on her side, pushing one of her legs up to expose her puss to him, as he began to unlace and strip off his leggings.
"Yes, but you always kiss my face. You touch me, my breasts, my ass. You know I'm not her. You've never mistaken me for her.
"You know I feel better. You know you like what I do to you better."
This Lu said arrogantly, for she knew it was true. Reginald could give his undying love to his high elven wife all he wanted. But when it came to his manhood, he only ached for Lu. Lisa could never figure out his lack of motivation in their marital chamber, and she often came to Lu for advice, thinking Lu must have experience. But since Reginald and the night at the gypsies, Lu had refused to be loved or touched by any man.
Reginald had taken off his leggings now, and he was pushing his swollen cock head at her puss, pushing her leg until it was bent and her knee pressed against her breasts, going over her stomach.
"It is too close to my time. You have to be careful, my love."
She wasn't chastising him. And he knew it. Taking her hint, he began to stroke himself, his wet fingers exploring the crack of her round bottom.
"I remember everything, so well. I remember the next few weeks, how Lisa kept you all to herself, thinking to bear you an early son to carry on your name. But all she bore were those twin daughters of yours. Love them as you will, they were not the sons you sought. And disappointed, you came to me, every night that you could. You would leave your wife, suckling your babies, and come to me. And I would take your seed inside me, and pray.
"Remember the time we almost got caught?" Reginald nodded, his cock sliding now against Lu's tight puckered behind. He had stroked himself until he was so hard, he looked like he might burst. With a firm grip on his cock, he began to push himself inside Lu's ass. She groaned, closing her eyes with pleasure.
"I was in my room, changing out of my armor. And you walked in. Lisa had gone shopping with your money, like she always did. And you wanted to surprise me. You walked up behind me, and I was naked. And you couldn't help yourself. You pushed me up against the dresser in my room, and took me from behind, cumming all over my back just as Lisa came looking for you. She was never a real warrior. She always was so loud. We almost got caught, so many times."
Lu panted as Reginald shoved his thick rod into her roughly, thrusting. She loved feeling him like this, when he was the hottest and hardest. She reached behind herself with one hand, pulling her cheeks apart for him. He loved to watch himself enter her like this. Sometimes, Lu thought his attraction to her had everything to do with how dirty their sex could be.
"And when I told you, and Lisa, that I was going to have a baby...I cried and burst into tears. I ran from the main hall downstairs, ran up here to my room. I knew Lisa would send you after me. 'You are like her father,' I knew she would say.
"But no father ever treated his daughter like this!"
With her encouragement, Reginald pumped faster and faster. He leaned forward, over Lu, groaning loudly, his lips near to her pointed ears.
"You followed me up here, and held me tightly. Then you begged me to give you a son. And you worshipped my body like you never had before. You suckled me like a newborn lamb suckles its mother. You made love to every orifice I could offer you, then did it again. And all the while, Lisa sat downstairs, flirting with the bartender, and bragging about her fine husband, and how caring he was. Yes, gods, yes, Reginald. Don't stop now. I want to feel you cum inside me again!"
He pumped and thrust, harder and harder. Then finally, gasping in Lu's ear, Reginald came inside her ass. He filled her with his hot seed, pushing himself in to the hilt.