I whined and tried my hardest to brace myself in the sand. I again pled with him, “Omar, please Master, tell me I can…”
“Not yet, Princess.” Omar said in a mocking tone as the sounds of our colliding bodies took on a fever pitch. Then he let it go, and when he did, he dug in his fingers so deeply I would sport bruises for another week. He grunted, growled, and groaned as he released inside me. Over and over he spasmed, and I felt the crown of his shaft expanding and contracting within me.
Finally, after he recovered enough to stand, he took me back out into the water, and he cleaned me, and I him. We floated in the swells like we’d done in Italy, and I marveled at the beauty of the moon on the water. Such a simple thing, but so incredibly wonderful to behold. Omar couldn’t take his eyes off of me.
I cupped his face and kissed him, and finally I told him. “I have a surprise for you, husband.”
The water dripped from my arms and made a tinkling sound in the ocean that lapped around my waist. Omar inhaled deeply and studied me intently. “It is difficult to surprise me, wife. You realize I know everything about you.” He said it as a statement, making me giggle.
“Yes, I know you are a god among mere mortal men.” He grinned and puffed up his chest in a mock superman pose. “Well, apparently you are a virile man along with your other supernatural abilities.”
He cocked his head to the side, thinking about what my words could mean. When he finally figured it out, the look of first shock, and then awe that spread out over his face was priceless, and I wished I’d saved this particular revelation for when I had a camera on him. He reached forward and lifted both my breasts, cupping them in his hands and then his eyes locked on mine.
“Tell me, Anna! Confirm my speculation this instant!” The eagerness, mixed with his tentative reservation made me again giggle. He continued to heft my tits up and cup them as if they were made from the finest crystal. His eyebrows drew together as he continued ponder my revelation. I remained elusively coy as I waited. “Tell me I didn’t hurt you? I was not careful. I did not know! Tell me, Anna. I cannot stand this suspense a moment longer.”
I sighed, “Okay, I guess I can put you out of your misery my god-like, potent, virile lover.”
He growled and dragged me up to his chest, smashing my breasts against his sternum. “Female. Is it so?”
I nibbled on his chin and in as breathy of a voice as I could muster I said, “Omar, you are going to be a daddy.”
He lifted me and howled as he spun me in the shallow tide. He finally dropped us both down into the warm water, and we laughed joyously. He held my face and kissed me, turning something as simple as a kiss into an entirely new experience. “You are my angel, my rebirth, a revelation of a lifetime. You have no idea the joy you have given me at this news. Oh Anna! An heir already? A son I can raise while I am yet young.” He went on and on about the boy he was certain I would birth, and I just went with it.
He took my hand and dragged me to the beach where we both went to our knees, then collapsed onto our backs, gazing at the twinkling star
s. I finally said, “Just so you know, I’ve always imagined having a few kids. I’ve wanted to be a mother my entire life.” He went to his side and with a sandpaper finger he traced around my nipple until it puckered. I voiced my one and only concern, “Omar, please don’t put me in a different box—a different place in your heart—please don’t turn me into a mommy and stop wanting me. I would trade a million other joys, including children, to remain the object of your passion. You know? I will not survive if you stop wanting me the way you do.”
“Oh, my greatest love. I could never want you less, ever! Look at what your news as wrought on my spent body already.” He palmed his hardening cock and poked into the soft skin of my bottom. “You, my love, are all I will ever need, and I wish to make as many babies with you as you desire.” He went to lay back, and I laughed at the lewd way his penis jutted straight up, casting a shadow in the sand that was entirely obscene and erotic all at once.
“Okay, as long as you still want me when I am fat and bloated…”
He cut me off, “Heavy with my child, female! You will be laden with my offspring. There is nothing more seductive than a female with her male’s progeny in her belly. Nothing! Is that understood? If you give us a girl, we will love her as if she were a Valkyrie sent to us from the gods, and then we will continue until you birth the next king of our nation.”
“That’s a good name for a girl, Valkyrie,” I said absently.
“It is, I like it. A son, however, will carry my name.”
“Of course!” I seconded.
“I feel we should move out to the desert oasis palace for this birth. The city is not a good place to raise children. Will you agree to that?” he asked.
I thought about it for a while. “Yes, that seems like the best place to me, as well.”
He grinned and dashed in for a quick peck on the lips, “Indeed it is.”
Omar was silent for a bit, and I worshipped his strong profile and glowing beauty, thinking to myself how gorgeous our children were going to be.
He finally said, “I shall take our son to the hive and they will welcome him. I have no doubts. He will be perfect.”
The End!
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