She looked red and a little sore. “Do you still hurt?” I touched her softly with my fingertip as she shook her head no.
“It’s not that bad, touch me.” I lowered my head and inhaled her scent, sweet ambrosia. I tasted her with my tongue, taking soft licks of her pink flesh until she grew wet.
Closing my eyes I took in the taste of her, adding it to memory as always. I licked deeper, holding the lips of her pussy open with my fingers so I could drive my tongue deeper still.
I don’t know how long I was down there, I can never get enough of her taste. But when I felt her fingers in my hair, pulling at me, I knew she was ready to take me.
But there was something else I needed first. Something that I’d waited too long to enjoy. It had been too long since I felt her sweet mouth suckling my cock.
Getting to my feet I straddled her on the bed until my cock bounced in the air above her chin, leaking precum onto her lips. “Open and take me in.”
She blushed as her hand came up to grab my cock and lead it to her mouth. I waited to see if she remembered or if I’d have to teach her again. When she looked up at me sultrily and teased the head of my cock with her tongue, I knew she remembered what I like.
She teased me unmercifully with her tongue until I grabbed her hair roughly in my hand. “Stop teasing me you little she-devil and take me into your mouth.”
Her playful laugh was like balm to my soul and when she swallowed the head of my cock, sliding her lips along the sides until she’d taken half my length, the air got trapped in my lungs.
I eased my tight grip on her hair and waited, watching, as she took more of me until my cockhead brushed against the opening of her throat.
There she stopped and breathed carefully as she suckled me, sucking my precum onto her tongue before swallowing around the sensitive head of my cock.
She did this over and over again and once she became comfortable I started a slow fucking motion in and out of her mouth.
That hand in her hair clenched tight again and I took control again, using her mouth to get my cock rock hard. Her lips were stretched tight around my cock and she struggled to breathe around my thick length.
I pulled out when she gagged, only to surge back in again until her chin was covered in cock spit that ran down to her chest.
Her head bobbed back and forth in my hand as she took more and more of my cock until I could see the outline in the neck.
When she struggled to breathe I pulled out and slid down between her thighs, driving my cock home with one deep stroke. “Ahhh!” I held still and enjoyed the feel of her sweet cunt gripping my cock again.
I’ll never grow tired of that feeling, never will I take it for granted even if we have fifty years together. “Spread your legs for me.” I love that wanton look.
When she spreads her legs wide open to accept my cock, her pussy tilted up to take me as I drive into her. The only sight I appreciate more is when I have her on her hands and knees, fucking her from behind.
“Now feed me your tit!” She lifted the right one in her hand and I lowered my head to accept her offering. Her feet were planted in the bed, her knees back as I fucked into her harder and harder while working her nipple with my teeth and tongue.
She came within seconds, her pussy tightening its already tight hold on my cock until it throbbed and dripped inside her. Moving my head over, I took her other nipple between my teeth and bit down while her fingers dug into the flesh of my back.
I slammed into her hard using my hips forcefully to get deeper inside her each time, until I felt the sap rise and my balls tighten.
She cried out and wrapped her legs around me just as the first shot of my seed flew out and into her hard. I felt each spurt as it released inside her. Felt her already full womb open up and suck at me greedily.
Callan
For the next few months our days and nights were nothing but bliss. Everyone kept a watchful eye as she grew round with my children. I knew that with each incarnation Ella and mom try their best to find ways to break the curse.
Both women have such guilt because of what happened that first time, though they were not at fault. I know that after Judy had cursed us the first time, Ella had done everything in her power since then to find ways to combat it.
This time around she was being very secretive with her motives, but I trust her explicitly and so have left her to her own devices. Mom has grown into the habit of coming over every day and Priscilla visits at least twice a week.
The baby’s birthday had come and gone. We had a spectacular party to celebrate. It was then I met Noelle’s parents formally for the first time. Not long after they were informed of our relationship.
They hadn’t been very accepting at first, especially her father. But once they learned about her pregnancy that gradually changed. Now today was our wedding day.
It had taken longer than I wanted, she was just beginning to show. But the women had convinced me that if I wanted to give her the wedding she deserved it would take time. I’d still cut the time they asked for in half.
The wedding was going to be here in the garden with her friends from the city and most of my business associates.
Since I spent most of my existence focused on ways to change our destiny, I never really form any real friendships with anyone. This time I’m hoping that’s something we can both change.
I saw the guests arriving from my place upstairs. The women had taken over the master suite and relegated me to one of the guest rooms to get dressed.
Trudy had been sent to her family for what she thought was a short stay. She had no idea that I’d taken steps to cut her out of our lives. She’d been growing more difficult in the last few months and I was no longer willing to take the risk of having her here.
The family wasn’t too pleased with me, not once they learned that Noelle was going to adopt Isabelle. But there was nothing they could do about my decision.
I’m sure the father was afraid that I would cut them out of her life entirely, which is exactly what I planned on doing. After today they will have no part in my life.
My wedding gift to Noelle is the company I’d helped Judy’s father save. The papers were in the drawer in my room for later. With this move I would’ve completely excised them from our lives, once and for all.
If I have my way it will be as if they never existed. If one day my daughter should ask about the woman who birthed her, I will tell her as little as possible.
It was the first time she’d lived this long and I’m sure as she grows she’ll have questions. I have no doubt that Noelle’s love will be enough that she never misses anyone else. But if the day should come, I’ll be ready.
As the live music started downstairs, I made my way down to the garden where the two hundred or so guests had already gathered. The fall day was bright with clear blue skies, and not too chilly for this time of year.
She’d chosen pinks and blues, the blue that match her beautiful eyes, as her colors. There were ribbons everywhere in her shade of blue and pink roses and peonies had been brought in in abundance to blend in with the rest of the garden and surrounding foliage.
I wasn’t nervous at all as I stood there waiting for her, the day was long overdue. As the bridal march started up I looked towards the end of the path where she would appear.
As she came into view, my beautiful bride, my mind replayed our every meeting from the first until now. I saw her as if in a kaleidoscope of color, all the times I’d found her.
Her hand were shaking when I took it in mine and turned to face the minister. With just a soft squeeze of my hand I calmed her, holding my own breath until the ceremony was over.
When I lifted her veil, the smile on her face, the joy in her eyes, was everything I’d ever wanted for this day. It was the first time in two hundred years that I’d been able to claim her as my wife.
I didn’t know that it would mean as much as it did. That my heart could be this full. It was a testament to the lov
e I bore her. A love that had traversed time and times and never wavered.
Our first dance was the first I’d ever shared with a wife. Always before I’d found ways to avoid doing this with Judy. Except for that first time, I’ve gone out of my way to remove myself from the wedding as much as possible. Mostly I pretended to be hurt on that day.
Tonight, will be my first joyous wedding night, the only one I’ve ever looked forward to. All of these thoughts went through my head as I watched our guests from my place beside her.
“You look beautiful. The most beautiful bride!” She still had that light in her eyes when she looked up at me and I hope it never fades. Tomorrow we were leaving on our wedding trip.
First we’d fly out to England so she could visit the old castles and palaces she’s fascinated with and from there we’d board our private yacht to cruise the Mediterranean. My promise to show her all the places I once visited will finally be fulfilled.
As the night drew on and well-wishers surrounded us my angst grew less and less. Each time we do something different I’m always afraid that something would go wrong.
So as much as I’d wanted this for her, I was still ever mindful. That night after the last of our guests had departed and mom packed up the baby to take home with her, I knew she was tired.
“You’ve had a long day, but there’s somewhere I want to take you if you’d let me.”
“Of course, just help me out of this dress.” She turned her back and I undid the hundred and one buttons down her back.
The gown had been made to my specifications, in the style of the time we first met. The Basque waistline barely hid her rounded tummy. But the many gathered ruffles of the silk skirt drew the eye away.
The gems on the bodice were genuine, pearls, diamonds and the palest blue topaz and aquamarine stones.
The necklace around her neck had been made for her as well. The heart cut diamonds with the robin’s egg sized topaz to match her eyes. I hadn’t left any detail to chance.
When she was down to her undergarments I threw the jacket of my tux across the bed next to her gown and found my robe to wrap around her before lifting her in my arms.
Outside I headed for the stables instead of the garage. Once inside I saddled up my horse and helped her mount before climbing on behind her.
Wrapping my arms protectively around her I moved slowly through the night.
I’d already had everything prepared in advance and she cried out with joy when we came to the blanket that had been spread beneath our favorite tree.
There were lanterns lit to give light and a basket with light fare since neither of us had really eaten at the reception.
I helped her down and carried her to the blanket, laying her down there before coming down beside her.
“When did you plan all this?” She looked around at the magnolia blossoms in vases, tied with blue ribbon and the little stuff puppy that was like all the others I’ve gotten her over the years.
I had another surprise for her when we return to the states. I’d wanted to get her-her puppy before now, but the breeder didn’t have any as yet and would only be ready in a few weeks. That was one of the casualties of my fiddling with time.
I reached over her to the cooler and lifted the bottle of punch. “Since you can’t drink, I had them make your favorite punch.” The punch was just a blend of fruit juices with added sugar and lemon, but it has always been her favorite thing to drink.
There was a fire going to ward off the night’s chill but I sat her on my lap with my arms around her to keep her warm as she drank. I was too excited to eat or drink anything, but I was ever mindful of the children in her womb.
I fed her grapes and the fried chicken, which for some reason are the only things she seems fond of during her pregnancy. “Had enough?” She nodded her head and I wiped her hands clean before putting the food basket away.
Opening the robe, I looked down at her ripe body in the flimsy white lacy lingerie. The garters that held up her white stockings were threaded with blue ribbon the color of her eyes.
I don’t know why the sight of them against her creamy skin should incite me to such lust but they did. Reaching between her thighs I pulled at the snaps that kept her from me and placed myself between her thighs.
My cock was already hard enough to drive into her, but I wanted to taste her first. She was already wet and ready for me and I reveled in the taste of her on my tongue; my wife.
The blood heated beneath my skin as it finally dawned on me that I’d done it. I’d fought fate and won. For the first time in any of our existences we were finally having a wedding night.
I made love to her with my mouth until her juices burst forth on my tongue, and still it wasn’t enough. Even as she cried out sending a nest of birds flying into the night, I didn’t let up.
When she tugged at my head and wrapped her legs tight around my head, I drove my tongue deeper inside her.
Only when my jaw grew tired did I raise myself up over her. And with our eyes held, eased into her welcoming body.
“My wife!” The words were like throwing gasoline on fire. Even as I warned myself to go slow, to be careful with her, and our children, I couldn’t hold back.
As the night breeze blew around us and her mouth fed hungrily on mine I surged into her over and over again, bringing her to completion as I swallowed her lusty cries.
“Again, cum for me again!” The sight of her round stomach between us, her much fuller breasts that were already filling with milk to feed my sons, her eyes that shone in the moonlight. They all worked against me and I was cumming way too soon.
We stayed the night under that tree loving each other. After the second time I’d put her on her knees and taken her a little roughly as she cried out and urged me on.
And after she’d rested for a bit, I sat her on my cock and let her ride me until she grew too tired to go on. Then I flipped her onto her back and drove into her until I spilled my seed for the fourth time that night.
“You’ve drained me you greedy wench.” She slapped my chest playfully and rested her head on my shoulder. “Happy?” I kissed her hair and drew her in closer.
“Happier than I’ve ever been.” We dozed off in each other’s arms until I woke a little while later to go back to the house.
The day had gone better than even my greatest expectations. Now to await the birth of my sons and start the next chapter of our lives.
Epilogue
CALLAN
“Push Noelle!” My voice was growing hoarse with the same refrain. It had been hours since her labor began and she was fading fast. My sons were proving stubborn this time around.
She’d decided as I knew she would on a home birth and I’d seen nothing wrong with the idea since this is the way she’d always done it. But she’d never labored this hard and this long to bring my children into the world.
The midwife and her assistant were doing their best to help her along. My mother and her parents, along with Ella and Priscilla, as well as her friend Amy were all downstairs waiting.
I alone was in the room with her, holding her hand and coaching her along with my heart in my lungs. Things had been quiet the last few months since we returned from our honeymoon.
A few weeks after our return Trudy had been admitted to an asylum. She’d returned to the house upon hearing of our wedding and the fact that Noelle was now Isabelle’s mother.
This had sent her into an uncontrollable rage. I’d called her father to come get her from my home, but by the time he arrived the next day it was too late.
Just as her sister had in the past, she’d tried to set the house on fire. The guard who’d been tasked with watching her every move had stopped her in time, but by the time the authorities showed up she was babbling incoherently.
It was decided that she had lost her mind and as her one time brother in law, and knowing that her family’s finances weren’t what they once were, I took it upon myself to pay for her care.
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bsp; She’ll never see the light of day again, I’ve made sure of it. With her finally out of the way, there was really nothing else standing in our way. Except it now seemed like she wouldn’t survive the birth of our children. I won’t let that happen.
“Look at me Noelle, only me. Do you remember how happy you were the first time you held our sons in your arms?”
I didn’t care if the others in the room heard me, or if they were left in confusion, my only interest was in my wife and bringing her through this ordeal.
She nodded her head weakly as I wiped the sweat from her brow. “Do you remember the feel of their hair under your hands, how you used to marvel at how soft they were?”
“Can you see their little faces, so like mine?” She panted and pushed, her eyes locked on mine as I kept talking to her. I don’t recall half of what I said, but it seemed to be working.
“That’s it miss, push, one more push.” The midwife urged her on and with one great heave she expelled my first son into the world.
There was a lot of movement from the two women as they swaddled the baby, but I never took my eyes off her.
My second son came two minutes later and still I didn’t look away from my wife. I did look though when there was a third cry and my daughter came into the world.
I looked down at Noelle in amazement. “How…” I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, so much else had changed this time.
I’m not sure whose tears I felt when I leaned over her to kiss her soft lips, whether hers or mine. And when I held my children in my arms for the first time I knew that everything was going to be okay this time around.
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NOELLE
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I watched my children play from my place beneath the old magnolia tree. Callan had rebuilt the old cottage and it was far enough away from the main house and close enough to the water to make it a fun getaway for the kids in the summer.
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