[Lovebite]

Greg had the worse case of Stockholm syndrome for Aeron, he knew he wouldn't be getting back home to the real world anytime soon. Though he kept hope alive that Aeron would grow bored of keeping him as a little breeding pet, but he highly doubted that he would. The human curled forwards, panting and grasping onto the hair at the nape of the giants neck, thoughts torn away. As he grimaced and cried out with the next slow, intense contraction, pushing hard and tossing his head back with a scream of pain. While the head and elbows squeezed past the tight skin of his hole, whimpering and gasping as he almost collapsed when the baby slipped out of him with a release of what seemed like a bucket load of fluid. Their bed was ruined but the baby was here finally, he fell back against the pillows and sheets, panting breathlessly, lightheaded as he groaned in relief.