11-12-2016, 05:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-12-2016, 08:50 PM by DarkAurion98.)
Have as much as you want, lazy ass. He jokes, placing the tray with hot food on the nightstand, another kiss aimed to forehead and a teasing bite to the other side of the apple.
Gerard watches amazed as his mate devours the food, feeding his strong body, already home of four future beings.
Does it taste good sweetie? It's my first time cooking for you, so these are like testing grounds. *smirks*
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With night fully settled, the couple embraced dreamland once more. The alpha hugged his omega from behind, inhaling his neck deeply.
Your scent love, is so..... perfect. It already changed. Don't take me wrong for this; you smell like a mother now. He paused.
You will always be my strong, independent mate, but your body is now adapting my angel. You look just heavenly.
He gave slow lip touches to the silk skin at his disposal. A hand running through his scalp, down to his neck, back and messy loin. The stallion without knowing started producing a relaxing scent as well. Not the musk we know from vicious mating. It was something smoother, a fragance almost ethereal, that lulled the younger taur into sleep.
Good night Lumin, centaur of my heart.
Gerard watches amazed as his mate devours the food, feeding his strong body, already home of four future beings.
Does it taste good sweetie? It's my first time cooking for you, so these are like testing grounds. *smirks*
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With night fully settled, the couple embraced dreamland once more. The alpha hugged his omega from behind, inhaling his neck deeply.
Your scent love, is so..... perfect. It already changed. Don't take me wrong for this; you smell like a mother now. He paused.
You will always be my strong, independent mate, but your body is now adapting my angel. You look just heavenly.
He gave slow lip touches to the silk skin at his disposal. A hand running through his scalp, down to his neck, back and messy loin. The stallion without knowing started producing a relaxing scent as well. Not the musk we know from vicious mating. It was something smoother, a fragance almost ethereal, that lulled the younger taur into sleep.
Good night Lumin, centaur of my heart.
