The Heir's Breeder

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This chapter is rated R. No plot, fluff and smut.

I am not sure when I fell asleep or how long I had been out when I open my eyes, but the sun is still out and shining bright so I know I didn't sleep through the whole day. Tristan and I are still tangled together and I can feel his cock still inside me only now it is its normal size again. I shift slightly and that seems to wake him, pulling me closer again.

"Tristan," I groan and that seems to grab his attention as his eyes open and he lazily looks at me.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice low and gruff.

I hadn't really examined myself but now that I am aware of it, everything hurts. My arms and legs feel worn out and the place where we are joined together ached like when he first pushed in.

I sighed, "ok, I guess." Something pulled at me in the back of my brain—telling me I am forgetting something, but I am also acutely aware that that fire is still simmering deep within me.

I try to pull away again and this time, Tristan lets me. He slowly, and with a groan, pulls his cock out of me and I finally gain some space between us. I don't go far, lying down facing him, reaching out to trace my hand over his chest.

"How aware are you right now?" He asks and I don't look up at him, still focused on his chest.

"I guess I am, though I think I am forgetting something. Something important," Tristan seems to take in my statement. We stay quiet for another minute before I speak again. "I think I am aware enough to know that I have no clue what just happened." Tristan goes to open his mouth but I amend my statement, "What was that at the end?"

"The end?" I nodTristan laughs then starts, "Do I need to have The Talk with you?"

I shook my head. "I was ten when I was taken," I look dead into Tristan's eyes, "I couldn't exactly not know, and while my sisters filled in most of it, I do know what sex is. But I've never heard of a cock growing larger."

Tristan's eyes buldge when I say cock and he looks away, but I can feel his stiffen and twitch at the sound. "Uh, yeah," he looks uncomfortable, "that is a knot. Males'....cocks..swell during a female's heat...when we...uh..come."

"Oh," is all I say and I can feel the fire burning a little more inside me, "Will it happen every time?"

"Yeah," Tristan looks away from me.

"Why are you so uncomfortable?" I ask, "I should be the embarrassed one—I don't know any of this." The fire flares and I gasp and groan at the same time. Tristan immediately reaches out and grabs me, pulling our bodies together, leaving no space in between.

Once it dies down a little he speaks, "It's just not a typical conversation you have after sex. I didn't think I would have to explain this. And the language you use..."

"What language?" I cut him off.

"Most people use less crass terms," I stare up at him silently urging him to go on. "It's just most people don't go around saying 'cock' all the time."

"And what would you prefer I say?" I've only ever heard that term from my sisters and we rarely talked about it.

Tristan laughs again, "You are just so blunt about things." He pauses, collects himself, then continues, "The technical term is 'penis' though most are going to say 'dick'."

This all seems so silly to me—him caring so much about this. "So, let me get this straight: every time we have sex your dick is going to get bigger."

He nods, seemingly ending our conversation.

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I sleep for a while afterward, still curled up into Tristan whose skin was calming the fire slowly growing within me. The peace only lasts so long until the fire grows too much for me again.