“Me too,” she sighs. “I love him so much, but I need him out of me.”
I nod sympathetically.
Minotaurs can only sire sons. Due to our size, this baby will be much larger than a human one. The discomfort has not hampered our joy but has made us both eager for the end of her pregnancy.
We both enjoyed the first few months immensely once we discovered she was with child. Besides the craving for cinnamon bread, Bloom didn’t experience any morning sickness or fatigue. It was only until she really began to show around the fourth month that things started becoming difficult.
The healer and midwives have all encouraged bed rest, but Bloom is stubborn. It was a fight to keep her out of the bakery, though once she fell asleep with the oven open, that silenced her opposition on the matter.
Bloom looks gorgeous while pregnant.
She glows with an inner light as if the sun radiates from her heart. I had my qualms about getting her in such a state again, but she made it clear that once she is fully recovered from our first, she has every intention of giving him a brother. Maybe two.
Her bravery knows no bounds.
“For you,” I say, handing over the package of bread.
Bloom moans as she rips through the paper. Steam rises from the piece she tears. Popping it into her mouth, her head falls back and the expression normally reserved for when my tongue is buried in her pussy transforms her face.
Pulling off a small hunk, she extends it towards me. I quickly wave her off.
“I’d never take any of your precious bread.”
“You are the beast husband,” she says around a mouthful.
I smile as she devours the whole thing.
Satisfied, she rests a small palm atop her stomach. I cover her hand with mine as our child rolls in her belly. He too is enjoying his grandfather’s loaves.
“There’s stew on the stove if you’re hungry.”
I thumb a trail of cinnamon from the corner of her mouth. Licking it from my finger, I watch Bloom shiver. Her eyes grow heavy as her nipples bead along the front of her gown.
Her breasts are larger since becoming pregnant. More responsive as well. I can make her come just by licking them if she’s worked up enough.
Glancing towards the snowstorm raging outside our window, the solace of an early night with my wife calls to me.
“I’m starving,” I say, lifting my palm from her stomach to cup her breast. “Just not for stew.”
Bloom whimpers as I gently massage her supple mound in my hand. I thumb her nipple through her gown as her head falls back.
“Oh, oh, Rhy—please. I’m so sensitive.” She bats her lashes at me. “Devour me, husband.”
Leaning down, I grin against her lips.
“I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.” I kiss her firmly. “Or when you’re tasting of cinnamon.”
Lifting her into my arms, she clings to my neck. She practically hums with excitement. I thought once she was pregnant her need for my cock would wane, but if anything it’s only intensified.
She needs me inside of her morning and night. Sometimes I’ll see her gazing out our kitchen window and have to come over to fuck her full of my seed in the middle of the day.
Making Bloom come is my life’s purpose.
“I’ve had you wrapped around my finger from the beginning,” she sighs.
Setting her on her feet, I strip off her gown and find her gloriously naked beneath. Carrying her to the bed, I lay down and fall to my knees. Bloom shakes her head and rolls onto her side. The bed creaks with the movement.
“If you lick my pussy, I’ll fall asleep from the climax.” She pats the sheets behind her. “I need you inside of me, husband.”
