Chapter 7-Talk of Love
#7 of Lady Of My Life Renewed
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Chapter 7-Talk of Love
Vanya awoke twice in the night. Montor was dreaming the first time. He had rolled over in his sleep and taken her with him, both of them lying on their sides with his arms still tightly around her. He was growling in his sleep, lips curling up to bear white fangs and claws twitching on her back.
He never hurt her with his claws, but the light prickling sensation roused her from her sleep. She nuzzled and kissed at his mane, small licks given to his cheeks and across his twitching lips. His claws slowly retracted and he gave a sigh of happiness, drifting into a restful sleep once more.
The second time was much more fun. She awoke to something warm and wet drifting across her legs. Blinking awake, she looked down to see that Montor had changed positions. His head was now near her crotch. He had gently grasped one of her legs and pulled it toward him, cleaning it carefully as she slept. She suspected that he meant nothing sexual by it; he was probably just worried that she would catch a cold since the wind was still blowing cold as ever.
Vanya, however, was the one to turn it to a sexual experience. His crotch was staring straight at her and she couldn't resist a chance to feel that lengthy mass inside her mouth. Before he could respond her tiny claws raked against one of his hips, nose forcefully nuzzling his legs open to lap at the opening of his sheath.
He gasped in surprise, his cleaning of her legs halting as she formed her lips about the hole and suckled forcefully. She could feel the sheath hardening as she did so, lips vibrating around him to try and coax it out. She succeeded quickly and at the same moment he attacked her, back hunching so he could reach between her legs and lap at her ferociously.
They teased one another for only a few minutes before getting down to business. She came before he did even with her head start. She body jerked with volts of pleasure as he shot hot juices into her maw, too much for her to even fathom swallowing.
He had soon moved to curl up next to her again, quickly cleaning away what she hadn't managed to catch. She snuggled into him again, sighing comfortably as she pressed her face into his mane and drifted back to sleep.
The next time Vanya woke, the sun had barely begun to pierce the clouds, the blue haze of an early morning barreling into the tunnel. Her breath caught as she glanced around, noticing one very large thing missing; Montor wasn't in sight.
She crawled frantically to the edge of the pipe, paws wrapped around her chest while she peeked about the corners. He was nowhere to be seen.
"Montor? Montor, where are you?" she called out frantically, her voice half lost in the wind. To her relief she heard something shuffle around atop the pipe. Two large feet landed with a large thud in front of her snout. He crouched down to run a paw affectionately over her cheek, a wide smile on his face.
"Sleep well?" she asked.
"Yes," she answered in a light sigh of relief. She slumped against the side of the concrete, glancing about for her clothes. He seemed to know what she was searching for. His paw moved to the top of the pipe, one large paw grabbing the different fabrics and handing them to her.
"I figured the wind was harder outside. Maybe they would dry faster that way," he spoke as she took the clothes, checking them for dampness. She was pleasantly surprised to find that they were completely dry, but incredibly wrinkled from all of the abuse. She even found a couple of tiny tears in the skirt that she hadn't noticed earlier.
Vanya tugged her bra free from the wad of clothes, clasping it in place and buttoned up her top while talking to Montor, "So what will you do now?" She purposely kept her eyes averted from him. She didn't want to hear that he was leaving her, but she suspected that being from different worlds as they were, there was no chance of them staying together.
She had begun to slip on her panties when his fingers grasped the fabric instead, sliding them up her thighs. She lifted her rump so he could press them snugly in place while he spoke, "Me? That isn't the real question. What are you going to do Vanya?"
"All I'm going to do is get down from this building," she said. She pulled the skirt around her, Montor now watching in fascination as she zipped it up. His paws ran across her thighs, strolling just beneath the edge of the black material.
"Then that's all I'm going to do as well," he answered.
Her perplexed gaze met his of amusement, "What do you mean?"
Montor leaned in, surprising her again as the heat of his breath brushed along her neck, "I mean, of course, that I will do what you do. I will go where you go, be where you are, and take care of you. You and-" His paw pressed forward, squeezing gently against her abdomen, "-him of course. Or will it be a her? Twins if we're lucky."
Vanya was in complete shock, eyes wide with mouth agape. She could barely even fathom his statement. Did he really mean this? Or was it just a ploy to get more sex? It seemed impossible for a man to have chivalry and stick with a woman even if he did impregnate her. Of course, he was from a different time.
Then the rest of his words hit her with full impact. Was she truly pregnant?! Maybe that's why the sex had been so good last night. So very...filling. Unlike any yiffing she had ever had. That and his size and tenderness were new things as well.
"H-How can you be certain I'm pregnant?" she timidly squeaked.
He barked out another loud laugh, his paws curling around her and tugging her into his lap, "Well for starters, I never mated with women in heat because I knew that with the amount of seed I give, they would be pregnant without a doubt. Furthermore, the look on your face last night told it clear enough; you were truly content. Your body knows it. The rest of you will with enough time."
A wild blush flared across her cheeks. Pregnant? Her? Of all the furres she knew, she was the last to be the motherly type. She worked constantly, rarely taking time to herself even when at home. She lived for work and her work loved her for it. She suspected that many of the furres at work would laugh behind her back at her condition. "Vanya got knocked up on a one-night stand," they would say.
But this wasn't a one-night stand. He wanted to stay with her. Or at least he said.
"And you want to be with me?" she spoke, her voice softer than ever.
His look of amusement became one of the utmost seriousness, "Yes Vanya. I do."
"How am I supposed to believe that?"
Montor suddenly forced his lips atop hers. She was taken aback by just how sudden, but after a moment she softened. Her arms wrapped around his neck, relaxing completely in his arms as his tongue affectionately curled with hers.
He broke it far too soon for her liking, but if she could have it her way the would never stop kissing.
Montor smiled, "I hope that's answer enough. Let's get out of here before we discuss it any further."