Frankie's Bride

“Do all that,” I choke out, reminding him that he’s in my head. He doesn’t stop eating my pussy, if anything, he goes at it more vigorously. He’s amazing at it. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was a professional pussy eater. My orgasm is harder this time, but I need more. So much more. “Frankie, please. I need more. Give me more.”

“I’m going to give you everything, baby,” he says coming back up to his full height. His cock is already soaked like he came just from eating me out but he’s still hard as a rock. He strokes his thick cock while looking down at my pussy. “I don’t want to hurt her,” he thinks, and I melt all over.

Reaching my hand up to his cheek, he leans into my touch, kissing my wrist.

“You won’t hurt me,” I say.

“How can you be sure? I’m so much bigger than you.”

“Don’t you know? I’m a thousand percent sure I was made for you. For your pleasure. Our pleasure. Our future. You can’t hurt me.” He leans down and kisses me. Then he spreads my legs wider. Still gripping his cock, he slowly feeds it into me. He groans as he stops at my virginity. He’s warring with himself, so I tilt my hips and push down. Impaling myself on him, he tears through the little bit of skin and I scream in pleasure and not pain. He pauses. “Don’t fucking stop,” I demand. He looks down at me in shock but thrusts harder and harder using the headboard for leverage until I come with such intensity, I almost pass out. I feel him coming before he actually does. It starts as a tingle until it reaches its peak and then I feel it inside of me. There’s so much of it and it’s hot. Burning me from the inside out. He pulls out of me causing me to whimper. Not in pain, never in pain. I just don’t want him to stop. I look around the room. The bed is in complete disarray. It’s probably five or six feet from where it was, and the headboard is splintered. Shattered really. There are bits of wood in my hair and on my chest.

“Sorry about that. I lost control,” he says pulling splinters out of my hair.

“What’s that?”

“You said you had wood on your chest and in your hair.”

“I didn’t say that out loud,” I say grinning.

“This will come in handy.”

“What will?”

“Somehow the link has been completed between us. We can read others’ thoughts now. This blood of ours has some magic properties, I do believe.”

“I think you are right. Let me get this mess cleaned up.”

“I’ll help,” I say getting out of bed, shaking out my hair and pulling his discarded shirt on. It smells like him and I love it.

“Come on baby. Those happy little thoughts are going to get you fucked again.”

“You say that like I don’t want that.”

I watch as he lifts his entire giant bed up with one hand and puts it back where it was. “Oh my. Is it hot in here?”

“Polly,” he growls in a warning.

“Sorry. You’re just so hot. I can’t help myself,” I reply mentally fanning myself. “I love you,” I blurt out. He strides toward me.

“I love you too,” He says it like we’ve said a thousand times, like it’s not the biggest thing in the world. He leans down and kisses me.

We get to work righting the bed. He removes the headboard all together. We change the sheets. Then he suggests a shower.

Like I am going to say no

After a very dirty shower, we climb back into bed. This has been the longest, weirdest, bestest day of my life. What’s the rest of my life going to hold?

Then I feel it. Deep in my belly. Warm and radiating. A tiny boy voice fills my head and heart.

“Me,” he says quietly.

Our son is making his presence known.

“Son?” Frankie asks sleepily. “How?” He places one of his big hands gently on my belly.

“Magic.”

Chapter 4

Frankie

She’s given me everything I never hoped for because I don’t deserve it. She’s sleeping now but I find that I can’t sleep. Nothing new there, but it’s different now. I’m in full protection mode. I can’t shake the feeling that something or someone is coming for her. My son is already growing inside of her and it’s both fantastic and humbling. I’m choosing not to focus on the impossible science of it all and deal in facts. I’m drawn from my musings as she stirs next to me.

“Mmm. What are you doing, Frankie?” she asks sleepily.

“Watching you sleep,” I reply.

“That’s not creepy at all,” she says giggling.

“I can’t help it. You’re so fucking beautiful.” By God she is. Beyond it really.

“Thank you, but you should sleep. It’s almost morning.”