Whelan quietly opens the bedroom door. He walks to the nearest crib and lifts a baby tenderly in his arms, unwraps him and places Owen against his bare chest, skin to skin. Owen snuggles and buries his face into the chest of his father. I can literally see the contentment on his tiny face. Then the massive orc reaches out and uses his other arm to pick up his other son and brings Bran too against his chest. Then all of them are together. It’s a thing of beauty. I pull my cell phone from my pocket and take a quick picture.
Whelan moves to the open window, lifting both babies, so the guards can see. Then he exits the room with them still snuggled in each arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I am taking them to bed with me. We will sleep together this way the rest of the night. They need my scent and I need theirs.”
“Oh.” I shuffle, uncertain of where I belong in this little tableau.
He pauses. “You can sleep in the bed next to us.”
“Are you sure? I thought you said…”
“I am not touching you, female. But your scent in my lungs will also be comforting. When you leave, I will have trouble sleeping again, but at least I will have had it for a time.”
“I’m not leaving.” I repeat.
“Uh huh.”
And then we all go into the dark bedroom together.
Chapter 6
Whelan
“Do you mind if I change into my pajamas?”
I nod, thinking my female will go into the hall bathroom to change but instead she closes the curtains, strides over to the dresser and takes out clothes from the drawer that I’ve never seen.
“What is this?” I move with the babies, so I have one arm free and open the other drawers and find she’s moved much of my clothes and filled many drawers with her own clothing. And that’s when I fully understand the fact that when I took a shower earlier there were so many of her products on the shelves. “You moved in?”
“Of course. I told you I’m here to really try.”
And then she turns her back to me and strips out of her pants and tosses them into a basket for dirty laundry. She takes off her shirt too and now she’s only in her underwear. I swallow hard, my eyes roaming down her exquisite form in the shadowy dark. She’s as beautiful as I remember. That ass was in my hands often as I plowed into her from behind. She turns to face me but doesn’t make eye contact. That’s when she reaches behind and unlatches her bra, bends forward to slip it off and tosses that too into the basket.
Her large breasts are even more spectacular than I remember. Heavier with milk for our sons and still perky and perfectly shaped.
She is tall and slender but not too much of either. My female isn’t delicate, which is important. She was able to easily withstand my violent orc lusts. I nutted in her at least seventeen times, pounding inside of her nonstop and she held up nicely, moaning with delight. I thought this proved we were a great match. But I was wrong.
And I’ve learned her name is Drew Reilly.
She named our two sons Bran and Owen, names which I surprisingly enjoy. But she is also a female who tells untruths about her reasons for leaving me.
She places her hands on her stomach. “I delivered the babies only three months ago but I’m already back to my normal weight and even though I was carrying twins I don’t really have any stretch marks. It’s pretty amazing.”
“Humans who give birth to orcs have always commented on this, going back to ancient times. There is some type of protection that our infants pass to the mothers. The labor is easier too and so is the nursing.”
“Oh wow,” she chuckles. “You know if more women knew that bit of important information it might be easier for orcs to find Brides.” She kicks off her underwear so I can see the dark triangle between her thighs.
This enticement is not going to work. Drew Reilly wants me to fuck her again and of course I want the same. I could easily put our sons back in their cribs and take her all night long.
She continues to push me to the edge and she’s lucky I’m able to keep my wild instincts at bay. Both of my sons are keeping me sane. They are the difference between me standing here talking, and the guards having to rush in and keep me from taking their mother much too roughly and harming her in the process.
Also, not once has she run from me. This helps too.
Drew claims she’s not here simply to drop off my sons and leave, but instead wants to try and live here with me at the commune as my Bride, at my hearth, so we can care for our sons together. It sounds too good to be true, because I vividly remember the pain and agony of this last year, left alone, not knowing what had happened to her or my son.
I can’t switch that easily.
Nor do I trust a female who’s already tricked me once. She claims I mumbled something about kidnapping her, but I’d never say such a thing and it irritates me that she makes up excuses for her behavior.
And she wants to try to remain at my side? “Try?” I snort quietly.
But she does sound sincere in her love for our sons. And I continue to scent her intense arousal for me. This is why I haven’t kicked her out yet. But I will not touch this female who isn’t sure if she wants me. Drew Reilly might want our sons, but their father she only wants as a temporary pleasure mate. My cock is hard and leaking, wishing to sink in her heat, but instead I concentrate on my sons. Also, I’m exhausted.
She pulls on a loose, short nightgown and starts unbuttoning the front to again expose her perfect breasts.
“Stop. It’s not going to work. I’m not going to fuck a female I cannot trust.”
She rolls her eyes and sits down on the bed and turns on the bedside light. “I can hold one of them,” she offers.
I shake my head.
“I need to feed them again.”
“I will help.”
She sits up against the headboard and starts to put a blanket over her chest then glances and me, smiles and tosses it aside. I rest back against the headboard too with pillows and place Owen on my chest while he waits to be fed. I hand her Bran first and watch with wonder as she allows me a full visual of what’s happening as she nurses our son. Bran eagerly latches onto her nipple, grunts and starts feeding from his mother. His green hand is on her breast. She cradles his head and sniffs his head and smiles. She smiles at me too.
Why is my chest so warm? And why can’t I keep my eyes off her much larger breasts?
Then our son finishes and she pulls him off her nipple with a pop. I take back Bran and hand her Owen. My other son also latches onto her other breast and starts to fill his belly. This has to be the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in my entire life. I prop Bran on my shoulder and gently pat his tiny back until he lets out a growly little burp.
“Their diapers feel full,” she comments.
I nod and roll off the bed and take Bran with me to the bedroom and get to work changing my son’s diaper. I have everything set up, along with some new additions she brought. I frown at the disposable diapers, but it will do for now. It pleases me to see that my Bride has taken care of my sons despite being alone with them without orcs in attendance. They seem small for their age but nothing that can’t be fixed in a short time. I lean in close and rumble in Bran’s ear and he gurgles. “I’m pleased to see you too, my son. You are with me now and all is well.”
I return to the bedroom and find her still nursing Owen.
“You really did change Bran’s diaper?”