What does Home mean?

leaps and bounds.

I wake up... sort of... and roll over to press against Brent.

My eyes open wide as my nose comes into contact with cold skin.

Sniffing him, I realize that he's just cold from being uncovered.

Pulling the blanket over us, I go back to sleep.

An hour later, he's spooning me when I wake up again.

{Good morning.} I hear.

{Are you even awake?} I ask.

{Not yet. I'm still, technically unconscious.

I discovered that I can subconsciously communicate and wanted to try.

I feel myself starting to wake up, though, so I'll be up soon.}

{Would you like coffee, eggs and rice?}

{Yes, baby. Thank you.}

I put my hand on his forearm, smiling.

{You're welcome.}

....

Brent came to the kitchen as the rice was almost finished cooking and heated a pan.

Taking wild pig bacon and elk brisket from the refrigerator, he starts cooking it.

The bacon, he cooks until its browned and hot enough to kill any parasites or bacteria that may be present, but that's all.

"Pork sushi!" Holly cheers running into the kitchen.

I laugh as dad shoots milk through his nose.

"Where did she learn that?" He asks, coughing and blowing his nose.

"I jokingly called it that the last time I cooked bacon.

I guess she likes how it sounds." Brent says.

After Brent cooks the 12 pounds of bacon, he lays the brisket in the pan.

Elk is a leaner meat so it was put into a bowl with melted butter and bacon fat mixed together before he cooked the bacon.

I cook the eggs while he finishes the eight pounds of brisket.

After everything is finished, we eat and I feel something run up my spine.

My arm moves as my hand grabs my glass of milk and lifts it up before lowering it.

I'm suddenly back in control and Brent looks close to losing his stomach.

I don't know why but, him controlling me just turned me on.

Too bad it made him sick.

Seriously, though, move me how you want me, Brent, I'll be your doll...

Oh, shit... I really do have a dirty mind...

Brent was right.

....

It has been a while, for us, what with Brent trying to finish a war that, as it seems, humans are gearing up to resume.

Finally! He picks me up and takes me into the bathroom.

Pressing me against the wall with his body, my eyes roll back as he bites the back of my neck and takes me.

I'm glad that the walls are hardwood.

I skink my claws in and gasp as he hits my cervix...

"Are you bigger!?" I ask.

"I think that I might be. I've never felt resistance before."