#44
Almost without thinking, I whispered, “Would you care if I got her pregnant? Would you mind?”
That made Ally pause.
For the first time since the conversation began, her hand stilled completely. Her eyes lifted to mine, narrowed with a flicker of confusion and something else—something vulnerable. I thought I said too much. But I could not ignore it. After all, what if what she said is true? Aunt did get pregnant. We’ll be facing this eventually. It’s better to face this now than face it later and make a big deal out of it.
Silence stretched between us. It felt like minutes, though it could only have been seconds, before she finally sighed.
“Not really,” she admitted, voice quiet. “If she gets pregnant, she’ll be ecstatic. She’ll be very happy. And… I would too. Seeing her happy like that would make me happy.”
Relief almost bloomed in me, but she continued, her tone tightening.
“But my dad would find out. And if he did—knowing she’s fooling around with someone else—he’d get angry. And it might cause him to leave her.”
Guilt stirred in me.
That’s right. Aunt Morgana was married. And although their marriage is not good, it doesn’t mean they are separated.
“…I’m sorry.”
Ally shook her head and gave me a faint smile. “Don’t. Don’t apologize. This is my fault, too. I knew what was happening here with Aunt Melissa. I didn’t stop it. Didn’t say anything. I knew what Mom wanted, but I kept quiet.” Her fingers started tracing on my chest again, lighter now, almost as if soothing herself. “So if this really leads to their separation, then… there’s nothing I can do. Maybe it’s for the best.”
“Ally…” I murmured her name, unsure how to respond.
Her jaw clenched, but her voice didn’t waver. “I know Mom hasn’t been happy with Dad for a long time. And Dad didn’t even try to fix it. He’s always away, his attention focused more on his other women, leaving her feeling neglected. She tried, but he didn’t care enough.”
The words came out steady, but the faint tremor in her tone betrayed how deeply it bothered her.
“Part of me thinks… she deserves better. That’s why I tried to give her what she wants. But I know that it’s not enough. I’m not a man. I can’t give what a man could.”
“Ally, you know that’s not…”
But Ally shook her head.
“That’s why, if she’s happy about this, then there’s nothing I can do. I’ll support her. Even if it’s with you.”
Her eyes locked on mine, searching, daring me to flinch away.
I didn’t.
Her lips curved into a conflicted smile, soft and faint, before she lay her head against my chest again. Her hair tickled my chin.
“Don’t get cocky about it, though,” she muttered, as if to cover herself.
I exhaled slowly, running my hand along her back, feeling the curve of her spine under my palm.
“Nevertheless, I owe you an apology. I think I’m taking all of this too casually.”
“Yeah, you do,” she snorted.
I smiled wryly, “Still, I love you, though.”
She snorted, her cheeks warming against my skin. “Don’t start with that crap. I’m not looking for your sweet talk.”
But she didn’t move away.
Instead, she draped herself over me, her leg hooked tightly around mine. She looked at me for a moment before kissing my shoulder. Her lips trailed in slow, deliberate touches, each press warm enough to sink beneath my skin. Then she continued lower, grazing my collarbone before finding the center of my chest.
“Well, if she really does get pregnant and has a baby…” Ally murmured, her voice soft but firm, “…then I’ll claim that baby as my own.”
She said it with a playful curl in her tone, like it was a teasing joke, but I knew better. Beneath that casualness lay something fierce, something real.
I froze, staring down at her hair spilling across my chest. That wasn’t the sort of thing you just say without meaning it. Her smile, the way her fingers idly traced circles over my ribs, all of it only reinforced the fact that she wasn’t speaking from whimsy.
She meant it.
I recalled what she told me earlier—that she was empty, unable to carry children. A truth spoken in such a resigned, matter-of-fact tone that I didn’t doubt her for a second. Maybe this was the best thing for her, for us… If “us” even meant anything stable in this strange tangle we’d found ourselves in.
Still, I couldn’t ignore the weight of it.
I wasn’t prepared to be a father. Not now. Maybe not ever.
But then again, did it even matter in this world?
Here, men weren’t burdened with responsibility in the way women were. In this gender-reversed society, the strange privilege of being male extended even to something as profound as fatherhood.
If I got Morgana pregnant, no one would expect me to step up; no one would demand I carry the weight. Morgana herself wouldn’t. She would happily raise the child alone, proud and stubborn, never once asking me to be accountable. Even if it meant divorcing her husband and being labeled as an adulterer.
That was how things worked here.
I remembered reading once, back when I had free time to browse forums and odd corners of the internet. Some children here didn’t even know their fathers’ names. They grew up in households defined by mothers, aunts, elder sisters—men were simply… present when they wanted to be, absent when they didn’t. A strange reversal of the old world’s burdens. That is what’s normal in this world.
The thought made me uneasy.
Ally lifted her head slightly, her chin resting against my sternum as her eyes—those sharp, unflinching eyes—looked up at me.
“Hey, at least pretend that you’re thinking about me when you’re with me.”
“That’s not it.” I smiled wryly. “It’s just… the idea of a baby, of Aunt Morgana actually being pregnant with my child. It feels… weird. We’re not even sure if she would really get pregnant, so I think we’re just worrying ourselves.”
“Do you think so? Or you just want to believe it won’t happen.”
“Ally.”
“I’m just saying. And besides, Mom would not tell on you, so don’t worry.”
“That’s not what worries me, okay.”
Ally pressed a kiss just above my heart. “And I said, Don’t worry. If Mom ends up carrying your child, she won’t resent it. She’ll love it. She’ll love you more for giving her something her husband never could. And I doubt she’ll leave you alone, anyway.”
I swallowed, uneasy. “Wouldn’t that tear everything apart, though? Her marriage, your family—”
“Her marriage is already in ashes.” Ally’s voice was cold for a beat, though her lips stayed warm against my chest. “You’ve seen it. You’ve felt it. My mother’s been unhappy for years. My father’s too blind—or too selfish—to care. If this breaks them, then maybe it’s just fate cutting the last thread.”
I sighed. “And you? You’d really be okay with it?”
Ally smirked, sitting up slightly so her hair fell across one shoulder. She looked at me with that bold, defiant tilt of her chin. “Didn’t I just tell you? I’d claim that baby as mine. Because what’s yours is mine. Always. I already know that I won’t be able to take you as mine alone. So I’d rather have you with my mother, whom I can trust, than leave you with someone else.”
Her possessiveness was so blatant, so matter-of-fact, that I couldn’t help but chuckle despite myself.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say.”
“Not for me.” She leaned down, biting lightly at my shoulder, leaving a faint sting before soothing it with her tongue. “I don’t make empty promises. If you father that child, I’ll help raise it. I’ll stand beside Mom. Because in the end, it still ties back to me. To us.”
She moved on top of me and positioned herself so that she could suck on my nipple, and I groaned her name. She seems to like that and looks at me, grinning. She sucked mildly at first – almost like a kiss, but proceeded to increase the suction until she could easily grip it with her teeth as her tongue flicked across the tip of my nipple.
I put my right hand on the back of her head and pushed down a little, indicating that I wanted more of this. Ally responded by biting harder, followed by me writhing a little in pain and pleasure.
Ally continued to play with my left nipple with her lips, teeth, and tongue, while using the fingers of her left hand to play with my right nipple. She would pinch or nibble, and I would react, feeling myself get hornier with each action.
After a while of moaning and grunting, suddenly I felt her hand around my shaft and looked down to see her spreading her pussy lips for me while covering her cock and pressing it against her abdomen. She looks at me, “You’re ready for me, right?”
It was more of a confirmation, rather than a question. But I didn’t really care and nodded my head. She didn’t waste any time and began lowering herself toward my cock.
“Oh fuck!” She screamed. I could see her inner and outer labia being stretched wide and tight around his stiff cock. “This is really big…!” she said as she tried to pull herself away in instinct, but I held her hips.
She looks at me with a pitiful look.
“Just what did you eat to make it even bigger than before?!” she grunted, and that made me laugh without meaning. She glared at me.
“Was it really bigger than before?”
“Of course, fuck~! What the heck did you eat to grow this big while I didn’t see you?”
“I’m still in puberty, you know. I’m still growing.”
“If you grow even bigger, that would be terrible~!! Ahhh!!”
I gently pulled her hips down, and slowly thrust up my remaining length, enjoying every second, pushing against any resistance from her pussy, and finally, my entire cock was inside my pretty lover.
I could not help but moan loudly as my cock became tightly wrapped inside her.
I could even feel it pulsing while I held my full length inside her, completely filling her void. I looked at Ally to make sure she was still doing okay. Her eyes were closed, her lips were parted, and she was breathing heavily. But she was doing okay.
“Fuck~!” And suddenly, her body shook, and I felt a hard squeezing sensation that almost made me cum, before something cold flooded my hips. If not for the fact that I just came several times a while ago, I would have cum right then and there.
Ally fell on top of me, quivering. I smiled, holding her for a moment and giving her time to adjust.
“Haaah, no wonder you made mom smitten with you.”
I chuckled.
“Did it hurt?”
“Yeah, fuck it feels good, but it’s also pretty painful. I feel like I ripped my pussy apart. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. The last time was when you took my virginity.”
“That would be bad. I like this tightness.”
She glared at me. “Fucker.” before she leaned over and gave me a deep, tender, passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me.
The kiss was desperate, almost violent, and I met it with the same intensity, one hand gripping her waist, the other cupping the back of her neck. I felt her gasp against my lips, and she told me not to move yet, and I did not.
We kissed there for a while, enjoying each other’s touch and lips, and tongues, before I felt her start moving up and down, letting her soft walls stroke my cock.
She began to take deeper breaths, moaning and panting at the same time.
After a few more slow strokes, she leaned over, still moving her hips, and then sat upright again, allowing my cock to penetrate her pussy to the hilt.
“I fucking love you!” She leaned over and kissed me again-her hair draping around our faces like a veil.
She stuck her tongue into my mouth, sloppily kissing me as her grinding became frenetic, causing me to twitch every time the rubbing pressure on the underside of my tip was too rough. Slow. Slow. Then, she gets faster as her moans become louder.
We closed our eyes and began kissing with a newfound passion. She moved her hands and grabbed mine. I continued playing with her bare tits, while thrusting my cock in and out the whole time. Our tongues danced around each other, and I had never felt a stronger emotion than I did right now. This was heaven.
I gritted my teeth and held on for dear life as I watched her go at her own pace for a while, moving her body up and down with her hands on my chest as support. Not to be outdone, I reached out and put my hands on her hips, supported her weight as she lifted herself before plunging back down.
Her eyes started to lose focus, and her movements lost rhythm. The pace was difficult to maintain while she was nearing her next orgasm. But as if she felt my encouragement and direction through my hands on her hips, she continued bouncing on my cock. I helped her steady, and she was able to reap the rewards.
The warm pressure built in her belly rapidly, every backward grind making the curve of my cock stroke her sweet spot.
“Oooohh.” She mewled, trying to contain herself. “FUCK!” Her rupturing moans were my addiction–sounds that reached a part of me that touch alone would never.
I began fucking her harder and harder, in and out. I felt the pressure building up, and I knew I was going to finish any second. Ally’s eyes suddenly opened, and she stifled a scream in my mouth.
I felt her cock pressing against my abdomen quiver, and her pussy tighten. And then her juices started spilling out. Her cum spurting up between us, all over our chests.
Her orgasm was overwhelming her, and she tried to pull away, but I clung to her and pressed my mouth firmly onto hers, and she kissed back. With that, I squeezed her tits hard, and I fully pushed my cock into her pussy and shot out the strongest wave of cum I’ve ever released tonight.
We were both squeezing each other and screaming into our mouths, our tongues still pressing together. I continued to fuck my best friend-turned-lover, and my cock throbbed as I shot loads and loads of cum deep into her.
When we both finished, I held onto her tight and kissed her.
We cuddled together for a few minutes.
As we lay there panting, Ally pulled herself off my softening cock.
When my cock came out of her pussy, my cum followed, dripping over my cock, testicles, and the bed.
Ally, smiling, fell onto me and rolled off me onto the bed.
I looked at her, kissed her, and said, “I love you.”
As soon as I said it definitively, a wave of peace and happiness washed over me. I felt something inside of me break free, and I felt relieved, satisfied.
Ally looked into my eyes and reciprocated, “I love you, too.”
“I hope you left some for us.”
I turned my head and found Aunt Morgana and Aunt Melissa looking at us, grinning.
Ally smiled and spread-eagled on the bed, “All yours,” she said, showing them a tired smile.
I rolled my eyes and watched as the two cougars slowly etched into me, their eyes gleaming like I’m a prey they are about to hunt.
Oh fuck! I don’t think I can sleep tonight.
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