Midnight Series (camren version)

Epilogue

Mistress

Camila lay before me, her legs spread wide, pussy on display. Her lips were pressed tightly together as she attempted to manage the pain. I watched with pursed lips, as well, as Troy slid two fingers into her pussy. Camila squeezed my hand hard, and I wasn't sure if it was from the pain she was in or to tell me everything was alright. He'd examined her nearly weekly during the pregnancy, and when the internal exams started, I thought I'd rip off his fucking hand. As he pointed out, however, there was really no other way to do it, and he assured me that checking a pregnant woman's cervix was as far from erotic as it could get for him.

"Nearly time," he announced, making both of us sigh.

Though the pregnancy had been exhausting, Camila had made it through with flying colors. We'd had several ultrasounds, and while Troy knew the gender the baby, the rest of us were only guessing. Mike insisted it was a boy while Clara thought it was a girl, both claiming to have had prophecies even before Camila had gotten pregnant. The contradiction in gender was what had originally kept them from telling me about it, both believing that it was just wishful thinking on the part of parents.

When it was finally time to push, I'm not sure who was happier, Camila or myself. It turns out my father was right, it was a boy. I had a son, and while Camila wanted to name him after me, I suggested we name him after her father.

Alejandro Mikael Jauregui was one hundred percent Nermac, right down to the small tattoo on his left ankle that was identical to the mating mark

Camila and I shared.

Like all newborn Nermac, he was hungry and needed sunlight. Camila and I were only too happy to oblige him, doting on him as he became the center of our world.

It wasn't just our lives that began revolve around our new addition, it was the rest of my family's, as well. My parents were thrilled to become grandparents and begged to have him over for sleepovers, which Camila and I came to appreciate since it allowed us to continue our playtime together.

We all had so much fun with Alex that, within the next three years, both Taylor and Ally had given birth to a girl and boy, respectively. What was even more surprising was that my parents decided that a two hundred year space between children was perfect, adding a fourth child, another boy, to the new generation.

We were thrilled that our children could grow up together, though it was something which would turn out to be quite a challenge over the next few decades, as the three boys were a bit wild. Nothing compared to Shane and Taylor's daughter, however, who seemed to have the spunk and spirit of both her parents combined...tenfold.

Camila and I had two daughters and another son of our own over the next millennia, creating each with as much passion and love as our first. Every day we spent together we treated like a gift, appreciating and treasuring our time with each other and loved ones.

Though there were trials and tribulations, our lives were wonderful and we couldn't have asked for anything more. Surrounded by our children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren, we lived the remainder of our days in total bliss with each other.

Nearly two thousand years after the first night I'd called her Camila, I lay in the sun on a planet that was barely recognizable as Earth. Wrapped in each other's arms as our life forces were leaving our bodies, we made love one final time.

"I couldn't have asked for a better life, my Lauren," Camila sighed, running her fingers around my mark.

"Nor I, my sweet Camz. You were the perfect wife, mate, and mother. You gave me wonderful children and more love than I could have ever dreamed of." I stroked her face, now weathered with time, though I still saw the woman I'd first notice so long ago through her bedroom window.

Our bodies became one, sharing the love that we'd spent a lifetime cultivating, nurturing, growing. Reaching our climax together, my Camz whispered her final words, "I love you, my Lauren, my Mistress, my mate."

Looking down at her as I prepared to join her momentarily, our life together flashed before my eyes. I kissed her lips one final time and whispered, "That was beautiful, butterfly."