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A vivid image flashed through his mind—Sage, gloriously naked, belly round and heavy with his baby, breasts even fuller, glowing with that soft, fertile radiance. A low, hungry sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.
Sage’s eyes widened, then sparkled with wicked delight. “Whahaha!? Cal!? Did you just picture me pregnant?”
Cal shifted in his flimsy camp chair, his massive frame looking almost comical as he tried to hide how hard he suddenly was. “Ah… no. I… um… was thinking about something else.”
Sage gave him a slow, steamy look that made his cock throb. “Oh yeah? What?”
He swallowed. “What?”
She stood up, taking her sweet time. She shrugged off her jacket and laid it neatly near the bed, then bent to unlace her boots. When she hooked her thumbs in her pants and slid them down, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her thick, juicy ass and powerful thighs glowed in the firelight, curves so lush they looked unreal.
“Daddy?” she asked innocently, spreading her legs and arching her back so her plump pussy was on full display.
“Huh?”
Sage smirked, turned, and crawled onto the big flannel bed. “Mmm… were you imagining your little princess all big and heavy with our baby?”
Cal could only nod, dumbstruck, as she ran her fingers through her already dripping folds and then up her body, slowly unbuttoning his flannel shirt just enough to tease—flashes of heavy breasts, tight nipples, soft belly—without giving him everything.
“Daddy, you know if I was pregnant, I think my tits would get even bigger.”
“They… would?” His voice cracked.
“Mmm-hmm. And my belly would get really big and round and my thighs and this ass…” She slapped it lightly, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet night. “Oh Daddy, they’d get so much bigger too.” Her voice was sweet, innocent, while the words were pure filth.
Cal moaned outright.
Sage laughed softly and spread her legs wider, glistening pussy on full display. “Would you like that, Daddy? Would you like to give your little princess a baby?”
He nodded again, cock straining painfully against his jeans.
Sage lay back, golden lantern light and fire glow washing over her like she was some kind of goddess. She looked freer and more powerful than he’d ever seen her. “Then what are you waiting for, Cal? My little kitty is so lonely for Daddy’s fat cock. Will you fill me up and put a baby in me?” She twirled a lock of her black-lavender hair around one finger, eyes wide and innocent.
Then she did something he would never forget.
She reached over, grabbed her old stuffed bear, tucked it against her side, and brought her thumb to her mouth. She sucked on it softly—slow, gentle pulls—while she looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes and spread her legs even wider, a sly smile on her lips revealing she knew exactly what she was doing.
Cal’s brain short-circuited.
He stood up so fast he forgot the snow outside the pavilion. One boot caught, and he went down hard on his ass with a loud thud. Brutus, sleeping twenty yards away, lifted his massive head, huffed in annoyance, and flopped back down as if to say, “some of us are trying to sleep here.”
“Cal!” Sage sat up, concerned.
He lay there staring up at the stars for a second, then let out a low, helpless laugh. “Sage, honey?”
“Yeah, Cal?”
“You’re the most dangerous person I’ve ever met.”
Sage giggled and walked over, bare and glowing in the firelight. “Yeah, well… don’t worry, Daddy. I’ll protect you.”
She helped him up, both of them laughing now. They finished undressing him more carefully this time, hands greedy and loving.
“Sweetheart?” Cal said, stepping over to a large duffel in the corner.
“Yeah, baby?”
He pulled out two thick, plush robes, soft sheepskin boots, and two huge towels. “Put this on, my love. I have another surprise for you.”
