The Possessor (Post-Script, Part I)

Despite the diversity in the household on Sunday mornings, Douglas still made pancakes. They were the safest option to feed their growing household of children and the entire reverse harem.

Kumar was the first to rise, grabbing his breakfast and going off to a nearby theater to drum up attention to a play that was coming out later that spring. Antoine rose half an hour later, groggily eating his breakfast, playing with the kids a bit before he went to get his new restaurant ready for the after church crowd.

Rocco always lingered the longest. Reena said it was because they were partners now, in the law firm, but Douglas always suspected it was because he wanted her to be all his. But that wouldn't happen. The lioness was uncaged, and in her full prime now. He left too, after finishing a third cup of coffee, giving up on waiting for the Indian beauty to come out.

That left only Reena, after the kids had been dropped off at Sunday church with the babysitter, after Douglas had cleaned the kitchen like a good househusband. She was wearing only a sheer pink robe, nude underneath. Her hair was dark and lustrous, her pussy hair freshly oiled, thick. The dewy lips of her sex were hidden within. Her breasts were still tender, as she was still breastfeeding. She sat on a chair, as Douglas put the last pancake onto her plate.

"Feed," she ordered simply, and Douglas dropped under the table to eat the copious cum from last night from her musky, wet pussy. This was the life they'd chosen, and he had no regrets.