King's Castle

“I guess you’re right.”

“I always am. You should remember that since we’re getting married and all.”

“I’ll make a note.” He says with a chuckle. I poke his hard stomach.

“Spill.”

“Fine.” He lets out a long sigh. “I’ll never live this one down.” Oh god. How bad could it be?

“We don’t have to name our sons after you.” I offer. He closes his eyes shaking his head but still he’s smiling.

“Castle.” He opens his eyes and finally gives in.

“Like King of the castle?”

“Yeah, Slick.” I try to silently giggle but my whole body shakes with laughter. I should have known better. In one second flat I’m bent over the counter with my bare ass in the air. I gasp as King’s hand comes down on me. It turns to a moan as he rubs the spot before his hand drifts lower to between my thighs.

“Fucking wet. I just ate you.” He had.

“I want more.” I raise my ass higher into the air spreading my thighs so my King can give me more. He always does.

Epilogue

King

“I can’t do this!” Slick screams. Her grip on my hand is harder than a lumberjack’s. I think I’m losing feeling there.

“It’s alright.”

Her free hand flies to the neckline of my shirt. “It’s alright? That’s what you’re saying right now? How would you like to pass a watermelon through your penis?”

I would not like that at all. I try to tug her hand away but her hold is immovable.

“It’s painful,” the nurse with the short gray hair chimes in.

I give up and let my wife strangle me.

“You’re going to hell you know,” she hisses.

“Yes, straight to hell.” I wipe a cloth across her sweaty forehead. I wish I could take this pain away but I can’t.

“After today you’re not allowed to touch me everrrrrrr.” Her eyes close and her back bows slightly off the table as the next contraction rips through her body.

I promised I wouldn’t lie to her but these are extenuating circumstances. “Never touching you again,” I agree. “You got this. Keep breathing.” I don’t need to go to hell. I’m already there. Seeing her in this much pain breaks my fucking heart. I’d trade places with her in a heartbeat. The contraction wears off and her lower lip trembles. The hand at my throat falls away and while I can breathe again, I’m worried. “What is it?”

“You’re not ever touching me again?” She wails. “Are you saying I’m not sexy anymore?”

“What?” I backtrack a few seconds to catch her train of thought. “No, I—“

“I can’t believe that in the first sign of any kind of hardship you’re just going to abandon me.”

“That’s not right,” inserts the nurse.

I glare at the woman in the shapeless blue scrubs. She is not helping.

“I will touch you everywhere as soon as the doctor says I can,” I hurriedly reassure her.

“What if I don’t want you to touch me?”

“You shouldn’t touch anyone who doesn’t want to be touched,” adds the nurse.

She’s fucking with me. I know it, but I can’t do anything about it.

“I won’t touch you. Unless you want it. Then I’m touching you everywhere.”

“If you’re just touching me because I want you to touch me, then you should keep itttttttt.”

The next contraction hits so I don’t have to answer which is a good thing because I don’t know what to say at this point. When the pain passes, she’s moved on.

“Do you love me?” She demands. Her lips are dry and her eyes are glassy and she’s never looked more beautiful.

“With everything I’ve got.”

“Good. I want you to get rid of the doctor and reach in and pull the baby out. Like a calf.”

“You’re not a cow, babe.”

“Did you just say I’m a cow?” She says, her voice perilously high.

The nurse snickers and even the sober doctor’s face twitches slightly.

“No, but, Slick, I cannot pull our child out of your womb. I’m fairly sure that every medical journal says that that is not the way to birth a child.”

“All those fucking manuals are written by men, that’s why,” Hayden yells. “Get this baby out of me before the next contraction hits or I’m going to—“ She pushes herself up on her elbows and glares at the doc. “Rip it out,” she orders.

The doctor laughs. “No, I’m sorry but your husband is right. We can’t remove the baby like that, but I have good news. I can see the crown of the baby’s head so a few more pushes and you’ll be done.”

“Can I kill my husband? Is that allowed in the birthing room?” Hayden asks sarcastically. At least I hope she’s being sarcastic.

“Absolutely,” the doctor replies. “Do you need some tools or just want to choke him?”

Hayden grabs my shirt. “I’ll choke him.”

All the women in the birthing suite wear varying expressions of approval. We are definitely only having one child.