Page 21 of Paper and Passion
Tillie’s feet were swollen this afternoon, so Alex ordered her upstairs for a nap, a bath, and a massage. Which means I haven’t seen either of them for hours. And I already miss them.
After locking the door, I turn off the lights, then make my way upstairs, eager to see my girls.
When I swing open the door to our little apartment, I expect to see them cuddling on the couch watching a movie. That’s Tillie’s favorite way to end the day.
But they aren’t in the living room. “Baby?” I call. “Sweetheart?”
No answer.
I normally keep our bond only half open while working, so I’m not too distracted, just enough that I’ll know if something happens or either of them are upset. But now, I open it wide, stumbling from the force of their arousal.
Hot damn. I strip out of my shirt as I head toward the bedroom, kicking off my shoes and pants as I walk down the short hallway. The sight that greets me when I open the door has my heart racing. I’ll never get over the sight of them together, but it’s not just my women loving each other that stops me in my tracks.
It’s Tillie’s round belly, stretched taut. It’s the little beads of milk—or a form of milk I learned is called colostrum—dancing on her nipples and dripping all over Alex.
They’re both on the bed, buck naked. Alex is reclining against the pillows while Tillie straddles her waist, bracing herself with bothhands on the headboard so she’s leaning over our wife. Alex’s fingers dance between Tillie’s legs while her tentacles massage Tillie’s breasts, expressing milk so it spills onto Alex’s glistening skin. Fuck, I can’t wait to lick up every drop.
My monstrous mate is a sopping mess. She looks gorgeous covered in the rich milk our love made to feed our young.
And our pretty little human has never looked so beautiful—a goddess incarnate, creating life and nourishment and pure power.
Her gaze locks with mine. She lets go of the headboard, throws back her head and comes, shaking.
All the lights go out at once. Outside the window, the whole town goes black.
“Did I…?” Tillie gasps. “How?”
“No, sweet girl,” Alex giggles in the way she only has since Tillie came into our lives. “You’re a magical little mama, but not that magical.”
I walk to the window and look out. The power is down everywhere. “Something must be going on.”
“I’m sure someone else in town has the story.” Alex holds her hand out to me, summoning me to the bed. “Let the fire department worry about it.”
Tillie laughs. “It’ll never get fixed if it’s left up to them.”
“I don’t care who fixes it,” Alex says. I’m close enough to the bed now that she grabs me by the cock. “This is all I care about right now. Get up here and give our mate the kind of pounding she needs.”
“Happily.”
We spend hours worshiping the beautiful mother of our twins.
Sometime around midnight, Sheet-y vibrates and pops out of existence just as Tillie curls over, grabbing her belly with a moan that’s less than pleasurable.
“Oh, that was a bad one,” she grunts.
“Have you been having them all night?” Alex asks.
Tillie nods tentatively. “Orgasms were a good distrac—” There’s a gush between her legs. “Oh! I think my water just broke.”
I rush to the window to see where we are only to find that Sheet-y brought us right to the hospital outside of town. The shop has never traveled this far before.
I smile at the two stunning women on the bed, then look up at the ceiling. “Thanks Sheet-y.”
