Page 56 of His Human Believer

I notch myself at her entrance sink inside of my bound. She is tight, small and human. I have to work into her by increments, and it takes some time. I shake with the effort of not simply driving forward.

“You all right?”

She gasps. “Keep going.”

I push the rest of my thick, leaking shaft into her and finally I am seated to the root. I stop with my forearms braced on either side of her head and I cannot move at all for a moment.

Her eyes are enormous. “Oh. Give me a moment.” Then she wraps both legs around me and digs her heels into my ass and says, “Move.”

I move and start fucking her in earnest, moving inside and out. I grab onto the headboard and brace myself, pounding hard.

I have pleasure mated four times in forty years. Those were bodily functions competently discharged. This is something else entirely, this is her, gripping, slick and hot around me. This is emotional, with a female I love and who loves me back and…and I am hoping this is the moment we create our first offspring.

She is making a continuous noise against my throat.

I get one claw between us and find her clit and she comes almost immediately, hard, her whole body arching off the bed and clamping down around me, and that is the end of my control.

I roar. It comes out of me. My seed jets into my bound wave after wave and I keep going, emptying myself into her. I am aware distantly that I have said her name several times and that my eyes are wet.

And then, I black out and fall beside her.

Eventually my eyes blink open. “Oh good, you’re awake again,” she chirps.

Margaret rolls back and gets a leg over me and sits up.

“Hmm,” I growl happily. I put both claws on her hips because they are exactly where I have wanted them since the first diurnal.

“You said the next one would be slow,” she reminds me.

“I did.”

“I love you, Vidar Coalstone.”

“And I love you, Margaret Coalstone.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I forgot that was going to happen.”

“Does it bother you? Do you want to keep your family name from New Earth?”

“No, I like it. It won’t mess me up, professionally. And I’d like for us to become our own family unit. I want the two of us to have the same last name.”

And then she is kissing me again.

And I’m the happiest male in the entire four sectors.

Epilogue

Vidar

Five years later…

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.”

“I am listening.”

“Do it again.”

I am sitting on the stone bench in the walled garden with a four-year-old standing directly in front of me, waiting.