The Shape of Things to Come (Hypernaturals 15)

You Sunk My Battleship!

After Janie came down from her high and recovered herself, she readjusted her hips slightly to redistribute her weight more evenly. Even Dancer's legs get tired.

She did not push me out of her. Far from it. She changed her hip angle and settled herself. Her actions saying she was happy having things the way there are. Where they are.

Janie's face had a sheen of fresh sweat on it from her efforts. She brushed back a troublesome wisp of her hair that was wetly dangling in her face and had escaped her hair tie. Hair up to avoid getting wet. Got wet from sweat anyway. Janie smiled, sighed, and smiled at me again. She apologized. "Sorry. It has been a while and I was so ready. That position was perfect. I could feel how easy it was for you to stay right inside me, where I wanted you. All the weird angles and everything to get you to hit me just right. So nice. Your power and you pressing me inside and out. Such a good come. I am still seeing spots. I would call myself easy, but you knew that already given how I climbed on and made myself at home."

"That is not going to be your last orgasm tonight." Morgan assured her. "It will be the first of many. I will not be satisfied until I cause at least one, despite my anatomical disadvantages relative to your current mount. You are not taking birth control. Correct?"

Janie rotated her hips a little before she answered. "Yummm. Uh. No. I am not. When Mike and I screw, we use a rubber. Like you always did. Given all his babes, I wouldn't feel safe without one, you know?"

"I understand completely. Yet you have no concerns at the moment about Adrian being inside you? The unprotected sex?" Morgan asked.

"Bareback. Loving that. Skin in skin. No. I don't care. You said Vampires don't get STDs, right?" Janie asked.

"That is correct. When Denise was relating her time as a madam, she mentioned that making sure the clientele was clean was for her human employees, not herself or her Vampire ones." Morgan agreed.

"Yeah: Still trying to picture her as a lady of the evening. Does not fit the look at all. But then neither does this Crew thing. You also said in the meeting that Adrian is a Catalyst. You said there are three, and they are how Vampire chicks get pregnant. Even if it is not their kids: Not just Vampire women, either, right? You want an egg to accept a sperm, they can help. Not just this part that is in me and the balls attached to that, but the skin has special glands and the blood has extra stuff in it too. I got that all right, right? I was paying attention. Walking, talking fertility medicine cabinets. Your sweet hubby is one of them."

Morgan was amused by that description. "That would be one way to think of it."

"Then even though I am human and he is Vampire, Adrian can totally get me pregnant. I heard that. I also heard you say it's voluntary on his part. That I, as a human, don't need the blood part either: Just the scent. Liz and your Mom went into a whole thing about the genetics of it. You talked about Leon getting all those ladies pregnant before he knew what he was. That does not even count how fucking strong your hubby is. How he could one-handedly line me up to press me just right. The bottom line for my sweet ass is, if Adrian wants me to get pregnant, I'm jumping right back on his pretty baby maker and I am getting so very pregnant so very quickly. So what? I am not menopausal yet. Soon maybe. Not yet. So: whatever. Count me in. After that orgasm? Your husband can have all the kids with me he wants. I would say he can have an entire sports team, coaches and all, but I know he is not into sports. Also: Sex is not a sport. He is very serious about it. I can tell. The dude went for it, and me."

Morgan laughed out loud at Janie's enthusiasm. "I see."

"I'm kind of kidding. I'm kind of not. I wanted more kids. Mike didn't. Paul was an accident, as you know. What I just did here? Jumping on his lovely dick? Not an accident. You said I could have him, and I took him, and I want more. A lot more. If that comes with babies, just tell me where to sign up. The baby stick is in the right place now. There you go. I can call his sweet dick a baby stick. That's loving. Right? You can sing 'Love Shack' and change the words to 'Love Stick'. Sorry. I'm a little giddy with this guy inside me right now. God, I enjoyed that. I want to go again. I see why it's your favorite, Morgan. I like this ride. He pressed my buttons like a guided missile. A laser-guided love torpedo sinks my ship. Way better than that board game. G-Spot. You sunk my battleship..."