the next riddle by professorrw

the next riddle

Tom was a planner. He knew exactly what he wanted to do after he graduated. The summer after yours and his seventh year you were married. You started dating in your fifth year and had been together ever since. Everyone knew you two as the perfect couple. You were both incredibly smart and good-looking. 

You came from a pureblood family that's lineage was mostly Slytherins. Tom loved the fact that you were so pure. He knew that your children would be the best of the best. He was aching to impregnate you, but decided to wait until you were both out of school.

At the young age of nineteen you were husband and wife and living together in Britain. Tom deemed that the perfect time to have his first child. Your own parents were hoping to soon have a grandchild. They highly approved of Tom because of his talent and charming ways. You were aware that your husband wanted children and you couldn’t agree more. 

It was storming outside and a draft was sweeping through your house. You stood and walked to your bedroom where Tom was sitting at his desk.

He lifted his head as you walked in. “Good evening darling.”

“Good evening dear. What are you working on?” You strolled past Tom and sat down on the edge of your bed, facing him.

“Papers for work. It’s nothing interesting. Are you alright?” Tom noticed the way you were shivering and stood from his desk.

“I’m a bit cold,” you answered.

“Well that won’t do will it?” He moved from behind the table and sat down on the bed next to you. He wrapped one arm around your waist and another lifted your chin. You draped a leg over one of his thighs and made him smirk into the kiss he was giving you.

“What is it that you really want dear?” he asked with a low voice. Your noses were brushing against one another and you were only centimeters apart. Tom’s eyes were blown with lust and desire. He was quick to pick up on the innuendo.

“I want you,” you whispered.

Tom immediately flipped you over so he was on top of you. “Say that again darling.”

“I want you Tom.”

He smiled and lowered his lips to your neck. His thigh was between your legs and his hands were at either side of your head. Your legs were dangling off the bed so you scooted closer to the pillows. The move put Tom’s head lower on your body. Much lower.

“Are you trying to get away, princess?” he asked, meeting your eyes.

“I would never.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

With the new leverage Tom didn’t have to support himself and his hands could roam free. He slid a finger down your cleavage all the way to the tie on your night robe. It was no wonder you were cold. When Tom untied the knot and pulled your robe open he found that you were wearing nothing under it.

He chuckled and kissed from your throat to your lower abdomen. You sharply inhaled as his lips continued on to your heat. He pressed one singular kiss to your clit before he raised up. He smiled down at you while he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Are you ready darling? Tonight could be the night that you become pregnant.”

“I’m ready to have your baby darling.”

“That’s music to my ears.” He finished getting out of his clothes, which he had tossed to his desk.

He went back down to your vagina and licked a stripe along your folds. Your breathing was already sped up with anticipation but you quit breathing and moaned when Tom’s tongue went inside you. With both of his hands planted on your hips he was completely holding you down. But that didn’t stop you from trying to rock your hips against him.

He didn’t stop or say anything. He was too busy playing with your pussy. He curled his tongue and ran it along the sides of your walls. You were squirming beneath him and if he wasn’t holding you down you would be moving all over the place.

When he warmed you up with his tongue it took you to another plane of existence. You loved it when he did that and it wouldn’t take long for your orgasm to be within reach. He knew how much you loved it, and although he was trying to have an orgasm in your pussy he was still going to get you to yours. 

You were moaning and gripping the covers. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you could barely handle the pleasure for much longer.

Tom was going to make sure you were slick and ready for his cock so he kept going. He groaned and sent vibrations ricocheting through your body. You were puddy when it came to the way he made love to you.

The sound of pelting rain was drowned out by your moans. You couldn’t hold back anymore. Your muscles clenched around Tom’s tongue and the familiar juice came out of you. Without missing a beat Tom quickly got up and spat into his hand. He rubbed it on his cock and raised your hips up so he could get inside you. He was on his knees and the heels of your feet were hooked on the back of his thighs.

He pressed forward and inserted his dick into you. It was a smooth entrance, one without pain. Tom was opposed to hurting you. He wanted the process of impregnating you to be easy for you. He knew the trouble that would await when you were carrying his child. Making love was supposed to be pleasurable and Tom wasn’t going to take that away from you.

Your back arched as Tom rolled his hips against yours. He held onto your thighs and could move them back and forth to help meet his thrusts. He could, but he didn’t need to. He could do all the work himself. The only thing you needed to do was enjoy yourself and the feeling. He didn’t even have to ask because he knew it felt good. You were moaning, arching your back, and squeezing your thighs with your hands.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with my child inside you darling. You’ll be glowing. You’re already so breathtaking. I would be blessed to have a child that resembled you.”

His words were fuel to keep pushing towards his climax. He would look at you and your stomach and think of how it would look with a little bump. His child, your child, the next Riddle, would grow inside of you.

If things went to plan you would have a bump in a few weeks. Only time would tell.

Tom kept going, putting his whole length inside you with every thrust. One hand remained on your knee but his other he placed over your stomach. Until he reached his orgasm and released his sperm he would keep it there. 

He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching inside you. His warm cum spilled out deep inside you. He held his dick there as he caught his breath.

He pulled out of you and laid down by your side. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel one of his hands still resting on your stomach. It was endearing how much Tom wanted a child.

You waited and weeks later as you were looking in the mirror you noticed something. You called Tom upstairs and he hurried to get to you. Your hand was clasped over your mouth and tears were rolling over your cheeks.

Tom looked at your reflection and he looked at the cause of your tears. Your stomach had a curve. Tom pulled you in by the waist and kissed you fervently. He pressed a hand against the small bulge and smiled.
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