Page 23 of My Ogre Husband
I press my legs back together with relief.
“What’s a perineal tear?” I ask. “What do we do about it?”
“It’s not major. No stitches required, if that’s what you were worried about.”
Oh, thank goodness. I don’t think I could manage through that.
The doctor takes off her gloves. “But it will take a little time to heal, probably four to six weeks.”
“Weeks?” I gape at her. “Really? But that’s such a long time!” I give Egorr a helpless look. I can’t wait a month or more, not with how painfully, wonderfully horny he makes me.
“You need to be fully healed before you try again. And… there are some things you can do to help it along.”
The doctor proceeds to outline the care instructions for us. “If it hurts, use an ice pack.” She types on her computer while she talks. “Sit in warm water three times a day, and use baby wipes when you go to the restroom. Walking and moderate exercise are fine, but avoid anything too strenuous, and don’t lift any heavy objects.”
“I can handle the lifting,” Egorr says with a wink.
“But really?” I ask, the pitch of my voice rising. “A whole month?”
The faun nods, her expression serious. “Otherwise you could reopen the wound. Let it rest.” She glances between us. “You’ll have to get creative in the meantime.”
I blush furiously at this suggestion, but Egorr just chuckles.
“I think we can do that,” he murmurs to me, and a sharp tingle races down my spine.
“But next time…” The doctor gives each of us a stern look. “Go slower. You may even consider a dilator so this doesn’t happen again in the future.”
I blink. “A dilator?”
“It’s a device that you can use daily to stretch your vagina.”
I cringe at the word. “Oh.”
I suppose that will help us be more prepared next time—but I’m disappointed that we’ll have to wait even longer. I wish I weren’t so small. Egorr probably didn’t have this problem with the bigfoot he dated before me.
“We’ll get one right away,” Egorr says, and when he smiles down at me, I just want to kiss his big lips. And then do even filthier things to him.
This is going to be a very long, very rough month.
* * *
Egorr drops me off at home, and I lean through the car window to kiss him hard before he pulls away to head to work for the afternoon.
As instructed, I fill the bathtub with warm water, then sit in it for a good twenty minutes. It hurts like a bitch at first, but eventually the water becomes soothing rather than irritating. Then I read a book for the rest of the day, already making a mental list of things Egorr and I can do outside of vaginal penetration to stave off my irrepressible needs.
I guess if this had to happen with anyone, I’m glad it happened with someone as kind and relaxed as Egorr. He wasn’t perturbed in the least by our appointment, and it brings me immense relief. This could have been monumentally awkward with anyone else.
But that doesn’t wipe away the disappointment—nor how inadequate I feel.
Finally, the door opens, and Egorr steps into the house. I’m so relieved to see him that I hop off the couch and throw myself at him, arms wide, even though it makes everything hurt. He chuckles as he brings me in for a hug, squeezing me against his big body, then leans down to kiss the top of my head.
“I’m happy to see you, too,” he says as I tilt my chin up toward him. He gives me a big fat kiss on my lips, which stirs up all that warm lust that’s been bubbling inside me since our failed attempt. I sink deeper into him, winding my arms around his neck and standing up on my toes so we can be even closer.
It only takes a few seconds of voraciously kissing for the bulge under his jeans to make itself known. Egorr’s hands roam my sides, over my hips, around my back and down to my ass. There he squeezes, and I let out a hum of pleasure into his mouth.
“Maddie,” he finally says, breaking away. “Are you hungry?”
The question takes me by surprise. “Well, yes.” I trail my hand down his belly to the lump between his thighs, and Egorr’s eyes fall closed. “For this.”
