Maeve does

When I wake up the next morning, I am first startled when I notice someone lying next to me. Then I remember what happened last night. It is so odd to have a person sleep so close to me after a whole life of waking up alone. I gently caress Rowen’s hair, both to confirm he is really here and to not wake him up.

It is still hard to believe how last night he came to me and … mated with me. I could be with child now. It all went so quick and I didn’t really think it through like I usually do.

I grab the sheets and pull them off Rowen. If I am only going to have a limited amount of time left to spend with him, then I should study his member as much as I can. I was worried that I might need to discover some weird ritual to make his dick hard, but lo and behold, he is already hard. Perhaps he is dreaming of me.

I wrap my hand around his dick and start moving it up and down. So that is what his dick looks like when it is going in and out of my pussy. Interesting. Hmm. Thinking about that makes my pussy twitch. Like she is yearning to have his dick inside her again. I can’t blame her. I want him too.

I get on my knees and straddle Rowen’s lap. Then I aim his dick up and lower my pussy onto it. I am ready for that first painful moment, but it doesn’t happen this time. Apparently, that happens only once. I slowly move myself up and down Rowen’s shaft. But the pleasure happens every time.

Despite my slow movements, Rowen ends up opening his eyes anyways.

“Good morning, Rowen.” I say as I continue fucking him.

“Mae …?” Rowen replies, looking confused while he’s saying it. It must be because he just woke up.

“Sorry for taking advantage of you while you were still sleeping. But I saw you were hard and I couldn’t resist.” I apologize.

“Don’t worry about it.” Rowen replies. “In fact, I am quite happy that you did.”

I smile at him and ask, “I very much enjoyed you doing me last night. This morning, why don’t you enjoy me doing you.”

I then start riding Rowen faster. I push onto his dick harder and my breasts start to bounce. Rowen in turn grabs me by the hips and starts pushing his hips up to get his dick into me with even more ****. I love his grip on my hips. It’s like he doesn’t want to let me get away. Pull me closer, Rowen.

“Ah! Rowen! You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me! Ah, yes! I love you!” I start moaning loudly.

I am so close to orgasm. I just need to pump myself onto his dick a few more times. I want to feel that explosion of pleasure again. Just like last night. When I get close, I push myself all the way onto his rod and then just grind my hips back and forth. Then it happens. I feel Rowen’s dick throb inside me and pump something into me. By the gods! He is breeding me! The sheer realization sends me over the edge and the explosion of pleasure goes through me again. Aaaaah, yeeees. Seed me Rowen.

After my orgasm, I lean back and rest while still sitting on Rowen’s dick. I have had orgasms before, while grinding on my broom or using my fingers. But never as good as the ones I got from Rowen’s dick. Truly a man’s penis is something amazing.

After a few moments I get up and say, “I’ll make us some breakfast. Make sure to stay until you’ve eaten.” Then I get up, put on some clothes and get to the kitchen. I quickly whip up some vegetables, as well as some rabbit meat and make some soup from it. There is nothing like some great hot soup in the morning.

As I am cutting the vegetables, I think about Rowen, and how it won’t be long until he goes home again. I am not a stranger to company. I have lived together with my mother for most of my life. But the loneliness hit me hard when she passed away. Simply having Rowen here to speak with has already been such a blessing. But I’ve never felt as close to a person as I did when he used his penis on me.

I take a break from cutting the vegetables and place my hand on my underbelly. Rowen’s seed is inside me now. With any luck, I can have a child now. It is quite hard to wrap my mind around. Yesterday morning, I woke up alone. Today I woke up with not only a man in my bed but possibly also a child in my womb. Yet, if I allow Rowen to leave, I may never see him again. When that happens, I will become a single mother, just like my mom. I would much prefer to have a family instead.

I get back to finishing the soup and have it cooking in the fireplace. As I am waiting for the soup to cook, I take mom’s prized possession. A book that she took with her when she left her village. There are all kinds of recipes in here. From salves and ointments that heal wounds or induce dreams while awake. I am sure there is going to be something in here which I could use to convince Rowen to stay with me instead of returning home. I wonder which one would serve me best.