Samantha

“This is kind of like getting divorced, too” I said. Both Robert and Roman laughed. It was a **** kind of laugh, and I happily signed over all rights to the Parisienne Toy Company over to them. It did not matter to me what they did with it, and I had enough money still behind me, even at that time, to begin my life anew. I would of course later take a loss on selling off Nevermore, which I hoped to dear god would be turned into some paved over parking lot or superstore for the local area. And the factory that I started later was shut down by the company. I believe Robert and Roman split up, not being able to work together for many of the same reasons I could not work with them, and sold the company, in turn, to some larger manufacturer.

They left quietly and quickly, and I was left with someone still tussling my hair and massaging my shoulders with soft hands.

“Who else is here?” I asked. I had already guessed, but it was still a surprise to see my tall amazon goddess, dressed in a lovely blouse with a matching polka dotted skirt. Where she had formerly had a short blonde paige haircut, she now had slightly longer bangs, which were dyed red.

“I like your hair,” I said.

She blushed. “I dyed it for you. I thought you would like it.

“Artur,” I said. “Will you tell me what happened?”

“Samantha,” she corrected me. “I’m Samantha now, and never happier. Do you like me?”

“More than you can know,” I said, blushing. “But please-- what happened? I hit the stone and--”

“Well, I was away in this sort of no place, if you can call it that,” she said. “I felt locked within myself. I couldn’t even see or feel. I had been able to for a moment, when you were about to-- um, about to enter me. But then that shadow seemed to swell up within me. I was caged in darkness and thought I would be there forever. But then, uh, then I came back to light, back to life, and I found myself falling.

“I was surrounded by three of these gnomes-- these ones you were just given, in fact.” She picked up the Protean gnome and looked at it. “Except they weren’t these dolls, not then. They were real, living things, and they were speaking to me. This one kept lecturing, and told me that I should love and cherish you for sacrificing yourself for me. I hit the ground and I felt the shadow leaving me. It seemed to seep back into the very earth. This gnome told me that I was to love and cherish you for sacrificing yourself for me. Did you really save me?”

“Uh,” I said, “I guess so.”

“Then you deserve this,” Samantha said, and she pulled me into a kiss, her tongue truly teasing and intertwining with mine. I couldn’t help but kiss back. She moved her hands over my chest, and then down, beneath my sheets, and grabbed at my cock.

“I have to tell you something else,” she whispered.

“Any--anything,” I said.

“After that shadow version of you enter me, I really did want you. I really do want you-- the real you that is. When I said I was in love with you, I really, really meant it. I even kind of wanted you before, back when I was spying on your conversation, pretending to be asleep at the Cup O Stars. If all this hadn’t happened, I would have probably thought about you while wearing Charlene’s panties. Uh, we broke up.

“But she let me have some of her clothes. I’m wearing some underneath this dress.” She moved my hand with hers, while still massaging my penis, so that I could feel the wetness from her excitement seeping through what felt like very tight, very silky panties. I shivered with excitement.

“Do you love me?” she asked, her eyes staring deep into mine. They were hazel, very catlike, and she repeated the question, while continuing to run her fingers up and down my shaft.

“Yes,” I said.

“And I would do anything, absolutely anything for you,” she said. And to prove it, she move aside her panties, brushed the sheets on my bed aside, and allowed me to enter her completely. She began to moan as she rode up and down on my hard penis and after some time, just as she was about to bring herself to orgasm-- as I was still in hospital, she told me that she would take care of everything-- she leaned in real close to me and said “I can make you cum right now, if I want.”

“Really?” I asked, as I alternated between sucking her breast and massaging her naked, smooth back. “How’s that?”

She leaned in real close to me and bit my lip. Then she giggled. And then she licked her lips. She leaned in a second time.

“Because we both know the same thing. That you can do anything to me, that I want you to control me-- that that means I am in control. And most of all, you know that you will keep cumming inside me until your sweet semen impregnates me, which makes you feel so sexy because you know I was a man and a became a real woman just for you to knock up.”

As Samantha said that, I grabbed her behind and pulled her down onto me. I let loose a furious wave of semen.

“I knew you would like that, “ said Samantha, removing herself from me. “So let’s keep doing it until you give your boy-girl a baby.”

“I would like that,” I said. And then, even though I had just been divorced, and though I should have known better, I asked “Will you marry me, Samantha?”

“Of course, baby,” she said.