he caught us bathing one afternoon in the stream.

There's no way to avoid getting him off. Any attempt to escape or avoid him lead to violence. I've managed to keep the number of times he shoots his load inside of me by sucking or stroking his massive tool. Taking the cum dumps on my face or in my mouth isn't my favorite, but it's better then in my womb. Emma is rarely so lucky. King seems to delight most in filling her belly and watching the spunk ooze out.

I can't tell if her stomach has stopped deflating all the way or maybe beginning to eat meat for the first time is causing Emma to put on some more weight. I haven't mentioned it to her.

I'm not sure why he came home so early today or didn't leave at all. I'm not even sure how long he watched us before stomping over. There wasn't a whole lot to do aside from try to stitch together clothing and make our den a bit more human. We spent a lot of time sunbathing and playing together. The playing often turned to a bit more.

I'm three fingers into Emma watching her squirm and coo when his shadow looms over us. He takes us both there in the grass. Afterwards, I'm able to bathe him. The smell he exudes is practically gone afterwards. He also seems to be more gentle with us, more caring.