Then I heard a voice yell up the stairs, "Imara! Are you gonna come down? Your sweet pea misses you, and I'm tired of dealing with stinky Parker. It's been two days, come down, please. I wanna go play since it's warm; it's been cold the last two days."
Parker protested, "Hey, I'm not stinky! And what do you mean you're tired of me?" He made cute, sad noises.
I giggled, "Yes, Sweet Pea, I'm coming."
After the intense conversation, I felt drained. Winston picked me up and carried me down the stairs, with the rest of the guys following close behind. As we reached the bottom, Parker, Bai, Nicholas, and Frank came into view, smiling at me like the adorable cuties they were.
"Hey everyone," I waved to them, happy to see their familiar faces. A few aches surged through me, and I let out a small groan. "Hmm.."
Bai approached with a concerned expression. She placed her hands on my forearm, looking closely at my face and then all over me. "Imara, what's the matter? Are you hurting?"
She blushed and whispered, though everyone could hear her.
"Was it painful? Did you do it the whole day and night? Did you do all of them?" She shook her head, placing a hand over her mouth.
"No, no, that's not possible. I don't see extra marks on your chest, and there's no way they could be anywhere else. But you should be more kind to your body, okay? We aren't made to handle too much of such things. What if you pass out?" She patted my head with genuine concern on her face.
I chuckled, realizing the irony. "Yeah, I overdid it, but I couldn't help it. I was so caught up," I said, placing my hands on my cheeks, smiling with happiness and satisfaction.
Bai blushed with embarrassment, "Imara..."
Another groan escaped me as pain shot through my body. "Oh..oh..oh... tsk!" Bai rubbed my hand reassuringly as we made our way to the table.
Nicholas and Frank pushed the loveseat couch closer to the table, ensuring it had enough cushions and was wide enough for Winston to sit behind me, with me nestled comfortably between his legs.
I patted Nicholas and Frank on their heads. "Good morning, boys. Thank you for that."
They beamed with happiness. "Good morning, Imara," they said in unison.
Parker walked over, pointing to his head. "What about me?" he asked. I thought to myself, since when did he become so sweet? I obliged, patting his head, and he smiled.
He looked over my face, studying me for a moment. "Well, you seem to be glowing, so it couldn't have been that bad, right? Besides, Harvey doesn't play about your health, and Horace is a fanatic. You should have seen how he was dying for you to come down the stairs yesterday, ready to come to your rescue."
We glanced at Horace, who had a look on his face that clearly said he wouldn't deny it. It made me giggle; he was so precious.
"Don't worry, Imara. We won't let them bully you too much. No more mating until you recover, okay? Promise?" Parker held out his pinky. I latched onto it, surprised.
Bai chimed in, holding out her pinky as well. "Yeah, promise, okay?" I latched onto hers too, looking between them both.
Parker said, "Lay off her, guys. Don't be so feral. How could you act in such a way? Even I don't do that to my mate." He huffed at the guys, swatting at them with his tail. Parker was speaking in his usual playful manner, but when I looked at him, there was a slight seriousness and concern on his face that astonished me.
"D'aww, Parker, since when have you been so sweet? I promise to be good and rest, okay?" I said, looking between him and Bai. I rubbed his head some more and pinched Bai's cheek.
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Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World
FanfictionAfter an accident, Imara, a 28-year-old plus-size black woman, ends up in a strange rainforest world from a bittersweet novel she read. This wild jungle is full of mysterious and dangerous beastmen, just like the stories she used to read. To stay al...