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Subject: {ASSM} "And The Winner Takes It All"[Dancer](MF pett giant preg rom magic)
Date: Thu,  7 Feb 2002 16:10:07 -0500
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Warnings:  Splitting your attention between driving and ANYTHING else 
(especially -AHEM- :) is dangerous.   Smoking rots your lungs and makes you 
stink - and cannabis is no better than tobacco in this respect, Captain 
Herbal-Life.  Alcohol lets your inner asshole out.  And reading these sorts 
of stories too much makes you go blind.

{What?  OH, *that* type of warning - right.}

Don't read/download this if you're not able to vote; it's not worth the 
trouble you could get into.

And attempting to use the stories I post here to make money of your own is 
a) illegal, and b) ludicrous - if I thought I could get anything for this 
stuff, do you think I'd post it here for FREE?:)

{Happy now?  Good.}

Story Note:  This is probably chapter '5' of a series: the first part was 
posted with the title of "Errant Night".  If you're looking for the others, 
try a Google search through <alt.sex.stories.moderated> with the criterion 
of "empath" - that should nab all that I've posted, inlcuding the 
Jaeg&Kirsten series...

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{ASSM}"And The Winner Takes It All"[Dancer](MF pett giant preg
rom magic)

Dancer 2001 (c)


Milwaukee
=========

"Mom? I'm going down to Fisher's. Do you want anything?" Kirsten
asked, poking her auburn head into the doorway of the living
room. Her mother sat Indian style on the floor wrapping
presents.

Audrey Foxx glanced up, saying, "Um, not sure. Maybe bring back
a quart of pistachio for later?" Kirsten grinned and nodded.
"Don't be too late. You're pretty close-"

"I know, I know," she answered. "I'm fine. He hasn't been
kicking me too much today." She rubbed the hard, swollen mound
of her distended belly in a gentle caress, wishing the baby's
father could be with her for the birth.

"He probably knows you're getting him a monkey's tail," Audrey
replied, a far-away look in her eyes. "You did the same thing to
me when I was pregnant. So many in fact that I resorted to
buying bananas by the bunch and dipping them in melted chocolate
myself when Fisher's was closed for the night." She shuddered.
"Ugh! I wouldn't eat one now for all the tea in China."

"I'll be back shortly," Kirsten stated and waddled over to the
coat rack. She unhooked her down-filled parka, slipped it on and
fiddled the zipper shut over her big belly. She wrapped a scarf
around her neck, then reached into the side pockets for her
stocking cap and mittens. Her purse sat on top of an end table
beside the front door and she picked it up on her way out. The
night air was cold and crisp and the sky clear, stars twinkling
as she slowly walked along the sidewalk to the minivan. The
weatherman on the local television station predicted an incoming
blizzard for the Milwaukee area but Kirsten figured he was wrong
yet again. She unlocked the driver's door, climbed up behind the
wheel and shut it after herself. She buckled her safety belt,
adjusted the strap across her lap and stuck the squared key in
the ignition, turning the motor over.

She gave the heater time to blow out hot air, then pulled out
the light knob and shifted into reverse. Looking in the rearview
mirror and over a shoulder, Kirsten back out of the driveway
gradually until the vehicle sat on the right side of the sanded
road. She tugged the gear stick down into drive, spinning the
steering wheel in order to straighten the nose of the van.
Fisher's Ice Cream and Coffee Shoppe was downtown at Brooker
Gate Mall. The drive took more than the usual thirty minutes
because of the dense, Friday evening traffic and the slick
conditions. But she arrived safely and parked in a spot near the
entrance of the shopping mall. She cautiously climbed out of the
perched seat onto the snowy pavement, keeping a hand on the
minivan to balance herself as she shut the door. The alarm
beeped as she pushed the red button on her key chain to set it
and lock the doors at the same time.

Skating the soles of her worn sneakers along the parking lot,
Kirsten made her way toward the front doors. She lifted her
right foot up just enough to clear the yellow-painted curb and
it slipped out from under her when she stepped up. Her arms
flailed out like a windmill as she tried to catch herself. When
her body reached the point of no return, a pair of hands grabbed
her under the armpits and broke her fall. "Whoa there," a man's
voice said as his arms caught her pregnant weight, then helped
her onto the sidewalk. "You okay, miss?" he asked quickly and
leaned his head around while he kept his right arm along her
back.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. Thank you," Kirsten breathed and brought her
mittened hands over her stomach protectively. She took a step
forward and so did he. "You don't have to. It's okay, really,"
she informed the stranger, peeking into his half-hidden face.
There was something familiar about him. "Do I know you?"

He shook his head. "I don't think so. I'm visiting my folks
while I'm on Christmas break from Green Bay."

"Oh, that's nice. Green Bay's a good campus."

"A fellow alumnus?" he queried, his mouth curving into a smile.

Kirsten grinned and chuckled, "No, not really. I was only there
for one semester before..." she patted her tummy knowingly.

"Ah, I see. Planning on going back after the baby arrives?"

"I dunno. Maybe. Things are kinda up in the air right now," she
explained. "First thing's first. I have to get a chocolate-
covered banana -fast- or he's gonna kick a hole in my belly."

The man cringed mockingly and motioned for her to go inside. "I
guess I better let you go then. A baby doesn't care if Mom's
getting hit on by a total stranger." He saw pinkness tinge her
cheeks redder than from the frosty air. "Sorry if I embarrassed
you by saying that."

"No, it's okay," she replied, wrinkling the tip of her nose. "It
must be that healthy glow I've heard so much about. Attracts the
men like flies to honey." She stuck out a hand. "I'm Kirsten, by
the way."

"Mmm, I met a Kirsten oh God, what? Nine months ago, I think."
He shook her offered hand limply when he realized how his remark
sounded and was quick to apologize. "Man, I didn't mean it the
way it came out."

"I know you didn't. Besides, I know for a fact you aren't the
father. He was huge-" Now, it was her turn to be shocked and he
laughed. "No, I mean he's a very tall, muscular guy." They
dropped hands while he pulled open the glass door and
gentlemanly gave her leave to enter before him. She strolled in,
asking, "What's your name?"

"Mark," he answered, coming up on her left side. "And don't tell
me. You knew a devilishly handsome man with a witty repartee
named Mark ten months ago?" He waggled his eyebrows up and down
while he unsnapped the brass buttons of his gray leather jacket.

Kirsten yanked off her mittens, stuffed them in a pocket along
with her hat and said, "Actually, I did." She finished putting
away her gear and stared at Mark as he removed his toque, a lock
of brown hair waving across his forehead.

"What?" he asked with a grin, running his fingers through his
longish hair. Then he narrowed his gaze at the burnished tone of
her staticky hair. "You aren't into role-playing games, by any
chance? Like 'Baldohr Within'?"

"Or 'Dark Realms'?" she countered. For a moment, they just
stared at each other surprised, then she threw herself into his
arms with a cry of relief. "You were there. You remember, don't
you? The fight with Yaffa in the Grove and that you nailed her
with two daggers in the throat?" Still reeling with amazement,
Mark just nodded, not speaking for several seconds. "Thank God!
I thought I was crazy when I first got back but then, when I
found out I was pregnant, I knew it was true." He held her
firmly against his chest, rocking her to and fro.

"Did you tell your folks yet?"

"Mom knew from the beginning, but not about Jaeg. I just said it
was a guy I dated at school," Kirsten replied quietly.

"So, what's going to happen when the baby comes? How can you
explain a half-human-half...whatever?"

Sighing, she said, "Berserker. They're giant humans, fierce when
angry and deadly in battle. The baby would be, well, big." She
moved out of his embrace. "And I don't know what. I hate lying
but people'll think I'm nuts when I start saying who the real
daddy is." She unhooked her purse strap over her head and
unzipped her coat, shrugging it off. Mark grabbed the fluffy
garment while she unfurled her scarf and let it hang across her
enhanced bosom. She sucked in a sudden breath as the baby
shifted in her womb. "Oooo, gotta pee. Hurry." She left him to
follow her wake as she toddled along the expansive walkway of
the mall toward the restrooms.

"I'll just wait by the fountain," he hollered after her. He blew
out a puff of air and approached one of the benches. He took a
seat, placed Kirsten's gear beside him and stretched out his
lanky legs, crossing them at the ankles. All he wanted was to do
some Christmas shopping and maybe scope out the young ladies
working the check-outs, definitely not run into a very pregnant
girl he'd never thought to meet again. A pretty blonde walked up
to the coffee kiosk across the way from him, catching his eye by
flicking her hair. Mark noticed her immediately and gave her his
patented 'hey-baby' raised eyebrow and half smile. The girl
smiled back, wiggling her fingers and mouthing 'hi.' He lifted
his chin up, body language for 'come on over'.

The blonde paid for her cappuccino then carried the frothy cup
carefully as she strolled over. "Hi, I'm Aimee," she said in a
lilting voice. Before Mark could reciprocate, Aimee saw
something over his shoulder and stated, "And she must be
your...wife? Girlfriend?"

"Who? Me?" Kirsten asked in response as she rounded the wire-
framed bench. "No way. I've got a man and it's not him." Mark
groaned and leaned his face in his hands. Aimee gave the couple
her back and walked away hurriedly. Kirsten eased her heavily
laden form down onto the seat. "Hey, I'm sorry about scaring her
away like that."

He rested his elbows on his knees, peering over at her sideways.
"I was hoping to get a little while I'm in town and since you
scared off the most likely candidate, I don't suppose you'd care
to sleep with me tonight?" She just looked at him deadpan, so he
scooted across the seat and touched her scarf. "I've never been
with a pregnant woman before."

"Pah, now I know what 'rogue' means," she answered deftly.

"Is that a yes, or not?" Mark whispered, trailing the backs of
his knuckles downward along the woolen wrap to the tassels. Her
left nipple poked through the thin brassiere cup and sweatshirt,
creating a noticeable bump between the red strands of yarn. Her
face was a mask, hiding the conflicting emotions of wanting to
be faithful to Jaeg and wanting Mark to fuck her silly.

"I have to stop at Fisher's first," Kirsten finally replied.

As she struggled to stand up, he caught her wrist. "I was
kidding, Kirsten." Her lips quivered and she sniffed. "Don't
cry. Please," he begged and reached his arms out to hug her.

She slapped him away, hissing, "You dickhead! It's mean to tease
me when-when I'm...so..." she screwed her eyes tightly shut.
"Eee-mo-tion-uh-nal." Tears streamed down her cheeks as she
sobbed and snuffled her running nose. In between, she'd cry out,
"I want my Jaeg!" Mark cradled her shaking body and petted long
strokes over her back, other shoppers pausing to gape at them.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay," he murmured and kissed the crown of her
hair. "Everything will be all right. You gotta stop crying or
you'll make yourself sick."

"I-I know," she said, her voice quavering. "I ju-just miss him
so much, Mark. My heart's breaking." She glanced up, her eyes
red-rimmed and bloodshot and she broke from his hold. She tore
open the top zipper of her purse and rifled through the contents
until she found what she wanted. Holding one of the Sacajawea
dollars tenuously, Kirsten breathed, "I wish Jaeg and I could be
together one last time." The golden coin flipped high in the air
as she tossed it into the basin of the water fountain. It flew
into the spray gushing upward and landed on the other side
without a sound. "Take me home, please? I can't drive by
myself."

Mark agreed. "Tell me where to go." He picked up her coat and
held it out for her to slide her arms into. Her fingers were
shaking badly, so he had to zip it up as well. While she put on
her mittens and hat, he did up his own jacket and stuffed his
toque on his head. She handed over the keys trustingly, allowing
him to lead her out of the shopping center. They'd only been
inside for fifteen minutes and Mother Nature had been busy,
dusting the parked cars with two inches of crisp, white snow.
Mark tucked Kirsten closer to his right side as they walked
across the road to the row where her minivan sat. He checked the
black plastic key chain through the falling snow and pushed the
red button to turn off the alarm and unlocked the doors. "Get
in," he told her as he opened the passenger door for her. She
climbed inside and he closed it after her, waiting for her to
buckle the safety belt.

He got in behind the wheel and switched on the engine, letting
it idle while he brushed the layer of white stuff from the
windows. When he returned to the van and shut the door, Kirsten
gave him directions to her place. "It looks pretty bad. Mom
won't be up to taking you home after you drop me off." She added
shyly, "You could stay over if you want."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I took the metro," he replied
while pulling out of the parking spot. Vehicles jammed the exits
of the enormous lot, drivers eager to head for their respective
homes. As Mark waited for his turn to leave, Kirsten muttered an
expletive. He asked, "Now what?"

"I forgot the freaking ice cream!" she pouted, her bottom lip
stuck out in a frown. He rolled his eyes and focused his
attention back to driving, darting across the four lane
intersection when the light turned green. The snow came down
fast and blowing in blizzard conditions and he flipped the
wipers onto high. His gaze narrowed as he leaned over the wheel
and stared out into the whiteout. Kirsten sat up out of her
pout, peering out the windows at the houses. "This isn't Monroe
Boulevard," she stated and shot him a look.

"I know that," he growled back, never taking his eyes off where
the road should be. "I missed the turn at Forkner and am trying
to find somewhere to turn around, okay?"

"Sorry," she apologized and kept an eagle eye out for street
signs. "Deer!" she screamed, pointing at the ruminant stopped by
their headlights.

"FUCK!!" Mark howled. He whipped the steering wheel hard to the
left and quickly took his foot off the gas pedal. Although he
babied the brakes, they locked up and sent the van spinning in
circles. He threw his right arm out to her in an attempt to keep
her from flying into the windshield as they careened off the
road and over a high curb. The vehicle stopped as it slammed
hard into a sturdy tree and Kirsten shrieked when she felt
herself begin to tip sideways, knowing a rollover might kill her
unborn child. She covered her face with her hands upon hearing
the window next to her shatter and glass sprayed across her
upper body and lap. "SHIT! MOTHERPUSBUCKET!!" he cursed the
weather as he was flung like a rag doll into Kirsten, the thick
material of his seatbelt cutting through his jacket and clothes
and bruising his ribs.

The minivan rocked back onto all four wheels, jolting its
passengers into silence. Both panted in shock at the accident
and she slowly lowered her hands to see how bad the carnage was.
Mark moaned in pain, clutching his stomach. "Mark. Mark, are you
hurt?" she whimpered after swallowing the lump lodged in her
throat.

"I think so," he replied, levering himself off her. "The belt
got me in the ribs but I don't know if anything's broken. What
about you?" He looked over, then down at her belly. "The baby
okay?"

She held her stomach for a while, mentally taking stock of her
body. She felt several jabs right under her palms and sighed
with relief. "He's still alive and definitely kicking. There's
no contractions or anything like that." The smile she gave him
was watery at best as she said, "Whew! You really know how to
show a girl a good time."

Mark chuckled, then gnashed his teeth. "Ohhh, don't make me
laugh." He calmed himself with shallow breathing and said,
"Well, I can't drive and I won't let you do it, either. So, we
need to get out, walk to the nearest house and call 9-1-1 for an
ambulance." Kirsten quickly nodded, reached over to shut off the
engine and unlatched their seatbelts. Mark managed to open the
driver's door and crawl out, resting against the side panel
while she got out, too. She offered an arm and he accepted,
careful not to bump his injured ribs or lean too heavily against
her. They followed the tire tracks for twenty yards or so until
the marks disappeared without a trace.

"No," Kirsten said to herself. "There has to be something here.
We went over a curb, right?"

He frowned, scanning the fluffy snow with his eyes while poking
a boot ahead. "Yeah, we did but I'm not finding it." She lowered
herself onto her knees and used her cloaked hands to dig a
three-foot wide hole in the snow, uncovering brownish grass and
nothing else.

"What's going on?" she asked plaintively and threw her hands up
in defeat. "Ther-there's nothing. No curb, no sidewalk, no road;
not even a fucking beer bottle! How did we get lost? We followed
the tracks, including where they straighten out and phht! Jack-
shit!"

He shook his head in disbelief, replying, "You're right." He
gestured to the marks left by the studded tires. "Even spinning
out, we should be standing in the middle of a street. And
listen. No motors running. No voices. Nada." He raised his right
arm with a laugh. "I can see it now: Mark Lassaso and Kirsten
Foxx died from exposure outside Brooker Gate Mall."

"I wish I really was a Druidic priestess," Kirsten whined as she
sat helpless in the snow. "I could call out to the spirit of
Larkin, the white wolf, and he'd magically appear to guide us to
safety." She sighed and dusted her fists along the pile of snow
before her.

"Uh, Kirsten," Mark said.

"Hmmm?" she answered, not looking up.

He prodded the toe of one boot against her thigh and when she
finally lifted her head, he jerked his head to one side. "Check
it out." She half-turned. Something moved against the backdrop,
making itself visible to her. A massive, white-colored hounded
bounded through the snow like a snowshoe hare toward them and
she yelped, jumping onto her feet and backing into Mark. He
caught her before she fell on her ass. "Maybe if we bribe him
with Snausages..." he queried as he turned her around to face
him.

Kirsten gasped, "It's not him we need to worry about." She
pushed at his left shoulder and pointed behind him. "It's the
group of men with large swords and bows heading right for us."


Torhaven
========

The Jaegreot straddled the worn workbench and stroked a piece of
chamois along the deadly blade. Doing this gave him a respite
from his duties as king of the Tenth clan and seemed to bring
him closer to his love. Most of a year had gone by after the
battle where he destroyed the goddess Yaffa and lost his woman.
"Kirsten," he grumbled and held the blade up to inspect his
work. The Rapier D'Sheark'nmaur glinted in the candlelight. He
slid it gently into its scabbard with a smile, laid it
reverently at the opposite end of the bench and reached for the
second weapon, a short sword called Jasper. His grip on the hilt
tightened at the unexpected wave of memories crashing over his
mind.

The first time they kissed:

He caught her off-guard with his actions but she shook
off her surprise and returned his kiss
enthusiastically, her tongue delving bold as brass
inside his mouth. She aroused him fully and his
hardness pressed painfully against his sword belt,
demanding to be freed. He tore at the fastening of his
trews when she mimicked loveplay with her tongue,
thrusting the muscle in and out of his mouth and
driving him wild.

The first taste of her:

He paused his love bites and asked, "Are you very
attached to your robes?" She said no and gasped as he
dug his fingers into the fabric and ripped it apart.
Bared from neck to navel, Kirsten stared dumbly at
Jaeg as he tore open the stays of his trews and shoved
them down his legs. He lifted her off her feet and
placed her bottom on top of the loose vellum, then
tugged the tattered remains of the robes away from her
loins. Kneeling before her, Jaeg tossed her thighs
over his massive shoulders and buried his face into
her pussy. He licked his tongue along Kirsten's puffy
nether lips and brought his hands up to her breasts,
pinching the erect nipples firmly. She bucked hard
against his mouth and clawed at the desk's edges.

The first time he spoke the words:

He kissed the crown of her hair. "Kirsten, you can
touch anything I own without fear. I'd only kill you
if you betrayed me by taking another man to our bed,"
he simply stated. The face of the stranger who'd shot
her this morning formed in his brain and he gnashed
his back teeth in jealousy.

"It's nice to know you care," she said and wrapped her
arms around his waist. "And since we're talking about
it, let me tell you. If I even get an inkling of you
lusting for somebody else, I'll chop off your arms and
legs and dump a huge bucket of leeches on your balls."

Jaeg caught her dainty chin with a knuckle and looked
into her upturned face, saying, "Damn, but you've got
a murderous streak in you. I'd kill you quick. Stab
you through the heart, break your neck, choke the life
out of you, but...wow. Leeches. Very cruel." He hooded
his gaze. "I love you."

"No more. I beg of you," Jaeg whispered to Jasper in a choked
voice. He brought his emotions under control and pulled the
weapon from its sheath. It glowed a muted blue, the color of her
eyes while in the throes of release, and a single tear leaked
from the corner of his eye. He howled angrily and cleared the
surface of the bench with one hand, then stood and heaved the
wooden seat across the chamber. It smacked into the far wall
with a thump, splitting in half at the force of the blow.

A pounding sounded at the door. It was pushed open and Sigmund,
Tremon's older brother, stepped in. "One of our patrols has
found trespassers near the northern woods," Sigmund informed his
liege, ignoring the broken bench in front of him.

Jaeg cast him a look that spoke volumes about his intelligence.
"Kill them," the king stated plainly.

The other Berserker tugged at his carrot beard. "They're
humans."

"I don't give a damn, Sig." He strutted over to his second-in-
command and licked his lips. "I said kill them." He fisted his
hands in the man's leather jerkin and drew him close, growling,
"Do I sense disobedience from you?"

"Humans are distant kin to us, Jaeg," he shot back, shoving
himself free of the Jaegreot's tense hold. "These two are
weaponless. One is female and heavy with child. I willna murder
an innocent bairn." He bared his jagged teeth, hot with fury at
his changed king. The two giants stared each other down until
Sigmund blinked. "Your people are concerned about your
leadership since you escaped the Maze that held you prisoner."

It was an opening to Jaeg, giving him a chance to talk about the
reasoning for his hellish attitude and behavior. He flared his
nostrils, saying instead, "Then step aside." He barreled passed
his friend and stomped his way out of the chamber. His long legs
ate up the length of the hall as he strode towards the great
hall where all prisoners were brought when captured. It housed
his throne from which he passed judgement and oversaw the
routines of his clan.

Jaeg paused outside a closed door hidden from view in the great
hall, thinking on the smaller throne next to his where the Queen
Consort would sit and pictured Kirsten there. The torturous
image brought his anger at her disappearance to the forefront.
He kicked a thick boot heel against the burnished plank and the
door flew open, slamming viciously into the wall. He stepped
into chaos.

"This is my rightful -fucking- place and it'll take more than
you -bastards- to move me!" a high-pitched voice screeched to
the armed guards surrounding the consort throne. Jaeg's vision
blurred red with outrage at the human female's presumptiveness.
He charged forward in a typical Berserker's rage and totally
unprepared for the woman's defense. When he tore his way through
the throng of soldiers, a bolt of flame hit him square in the
chest and he jolted back in shock. He grabbed the burning hole
eating its way through his fighting leathers and gave the woman
a flabbergasted look just before he dropped flat on his back.
She cried, "Oh Jesus! Shit! Jaeg, oh Jaeg!" The man beside her
helped her to stand and she waddled down the four steps of the
dais to the fallen king. She sank to her knees, slipped both
hands beneath his long, black hair and cradled him to her ample
bust.

A pair of velvety lips pressed against his mouth briefly and he
smiled dreamily. His mind conjured up that Kirsten was holding
him one last time before he died. It felt wonderful, especially
when she slid a hand under his tunic and caressed the rippling
muscles of his pectorals. Then, the pain hit. His eyes flew wide
open at the sensation and there she was, so close and real that
he might touch her. "Kirsten," he moaned, reaching out to cup
her cheek.

She flushed, telling him, "You know, that woman was a real
bitch. I had to kill her for attacking you." She chewed her
bottom lip and waited.

"And took her clothes, too?" Jaeg replied and jerked the knitted
cap off her head. "All you needed to do was send a message.
Quill and ink are just as effective as fire bolts. It's good to
have you in my arms again," he muttered pleasantly, then dragged
her lips to his and reclaimed the heavenly warmth. Their tongues
touched hesitantly as they kissed with open mouths, relearning
and remembering the tastes of each other.

"Release our king, succubus, or your demon lover's blood with
flow," purred a throaty but female voice. The woman held Mark
flush against her body, his neck bared to the edge of her sword.
A trickle of crimson oozed along the steel where it bit hard
into his unprotected flesh as he swallowed. Kirsten reluctantly
freed her mouth and looked up at the female Berserker and her
hostage.

"I'm not a succubus, he's not my lover and you'll be dead in two
seconds if you don't lower your sword," Kirsten stated as she
sat back on her haunches and rubbed a palm over her aching back.
"Before you dig yourself an even bigger hole, this baby is the
Jaegreot's; your future king." She patted the hard ball of her
belly and stared the other woman down.

Jaeg pushed himself up to sitting and confirmed the tale. "What
she says is true, Giselle. The bairn is mine and his mother my
consort. Let the man go."

"Does she have to?" Mark asked, glancing over his right shoulder
at the giant behind him. "I like a woman who takes charge." He
winked up at her slyly and fingered the loose ends of her fat
braid. "I also have a weakness for buxom blondes." The remark
was loud enough for the rest of the guards to hear and they
guffawed at Giselle's blush.

Kirsten bent her mouth next to Jaeg's ear, whispering, "I think
he means pussy, not blondes." She toyed with the thick bristles
of his beard, following the thatch of hair down his throat to
the top of his tunic. "You should get out of this so I can check
your wound...in private." He jumped to his feet quickly and
offered her a hand up. She demurred graciously by slipping her
fingers into his palm and stretched up from her crouch. Jaeg
braced his left arm under her shoulders and swept his other arm
down to the crooks of her knees, hefting her off the ground.

"It's much too far for you to walk," he informed her. "You
should be resting as the time nears."

"Me? You're the one who got zapped in the chest!" she protested
as she looped her arms around his neck and leaned her cheek
against his broad chest. "Sorry about that." He shrugged it off
as he walked through the great hall, exiting through an open
archway. His suite of rooms was on the ground floor just down a
narrow corridor from the great hall. When they reached his
bedchamber, he booted the double doors open and strolled inside
toward his massive, raised pallet. He placed her down on top of
the blankets, pecked a kiss on her right cheek and walked over
to the hearth where the fire was banked. He poked the burning
embers with his foot before adding more logs between the
andirons and stoking the fire.

"Let me," he said when he saw her struggling with her strange
footwear. He sat next to her, untied the bows and loosened the
white laces. He pulled them off along with her stockings and
began to rub his thumbs against the delicate arches. She sighed
at his touch and wiggled her toes. "Feels good?" he asked
planting one kiss on the sole of each foot. He set them aside
and removed his own clothing first, then crawled over her and
under the covers. Wanting to be naked also and feel his skin
against hers, Kirsten hurriedly unzipped her coat, took it off
along with her scarf and tossed the items onto the floor. She
slipped her legs under the blankets and pulled the mess up to
her chin, resting her head back into the nest of pillows. "Not
going to undress for me?" Jaeg asked with a cocky grin.

"I did it the last time, so it's your turn now," she answered
smoothly, wondering what he'd make of her jeans and underwear.
She stifled a giggle as she thought of him trying to undo the
catches of her brassiere. He frowned at her smiling face, then
dove under the blankets and set to work disrobing his love. The
trousers had no laces or ties to unknot and he tugged the
pleated waistband down over her enormous stomach and slender
legs. She lifted her bottom up to make it easier for him as he
stripped the jeans away and hooked his fingers under the top
stitching of her bikini undies. They were removed and he shoved
both articles out from under the covers, then eased his hands
along her stomach to her long-sleeved tunic. He pulled that off
as well and peeked out from his hiding place.

"This is no hard task," he said and brushed the hair away from
his face. "One could say too simple." He kissed the huge swells
of her breasts above the molded, half-chemise cloaking her bosom
and traced the lacy outline framing the milk-filled mounds.
"Will this slip off like the others or is there a hidden
mechanism I should know about?" Jaeg murmured softly as he
studied the garment with eyes and fingered the flexible edge,
grazing the undersides of her breasts. He worked one hand
beneath her back and discovered a reinforced pad with metal
catches sewn along it. "Ahh, I see," he whispered and pinched
the outside of the latches with his thumb and fingers. The hooks
popped out of their companion eyes and the thick material sprang
apart.

As he slowly lowered the straps over her shoulders, Kirsten
sighed, "Damn, you're good. I guess the 'one hand grab' is
universal with men." She pulled it off the rest of the way and
gave it a fling in the air. He rolled onto his side taking her
with him and ran an open hand along the bulge of their child.

"Kirsten, I missed you," he said honestly and kissed the pale
skin of her throat, shifting his attentions down to her laden
breasts. He laved a nipple with the tip of his tongue before
nursing the nubbin, gently sucking and tasting the droplets of
colosterum. She cried his name sweetly, begging him to take her.
He brushed a hand against her furred vulva and felt the
slickness of her honey when he dipped a couple fingers between
her lips. He stroked her to a quick orgasm, then eased the tip
of his shaft inside her slit and wrapped her left leg over his
right one. He pushed himself slowly into her velvet sheathe with
a rumbling groan, stopping half-buried to ask, "More?"

"All," she replied in a moan. "I want all of you." Her body
shook with pleasure as he continued. Her second orgasm rippled
along his thick length after he sank himself to the hilt. He lay
motionless letting the quivering of her pussy bring him to the
pinnacle of desire. Semen poured from his cock as he came and
gushed forward, leaking through the closed portal of her cervix.

                *               *               *

He blinked his eyes and startled. Something woke him. His senses
went on alert as the fluid surrounding and protecting him began
to lower. 'Uh-oh,' he thought, kicking his feet hard against the
wall to his right and doing a swimmer's flip. 'Time to bail!' He
rammed the top of his downy head firmly into the sealed opening
and forced it to part.

                *               *               *

The muscles in her abdomen clenched painfully and Kirsten
groaned loudly. Jaeg immediately pulled his cock from her pussy.
"What's wrong?"

"The baby's coming RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!" she screamed at him,
another contraction doubling her over. She hugged her belly,
liquid wetting her thighs and the bedding beneath. Kirsten
rolled onto her hands and knees and muffled her cries in the
pillows, her uterus bearing down. Jaeg could do nothing but
watch as a down-covered head poked out between her thighs.
Squelching noises echoed as the infant plopped onto the bed. She
yelled at him over a shoulder, "Get him out of the way, Jaeg."

"Right," Jaeg answered and reached for the newborn, pulling the
baby away just as Kirsten expelled the afterbirth. He cradled
his son carefully in one hand, awestruck. The boy had reddish-
brown hair covering his scalp and his eyes were a mixture of
blue-green. Jaeg rubbed an index finger along the underside of a
tiny arm and smiled as the baby clutched a fist around the large
digit. "He's perfect," he told her.


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{Editor's parting shot: Awwwwwww; ain't dat sweet? :)  I guess
I'm rubbing off on my wife in that she now is equally compelled
to tie things up to the old maxim "...And they all lived happily
ever after."  This kind of brings the Jaeg & Kirsten saga to a
close...but then, there's plenty of other stuff that is
unfinished - Yaffa may well be chopped in half, but deities tend
to be made of sterner stuff that that - immortality and all.
And Jaeg's spent an immeasurable time trapped in that prison
separated from his people; what kind of mess are his lands and
holdings in now?  What work will be necessary to put things in
order?  You know what this means - MORE STORIES! :D

Yep, I posed the idea that Yaffa would probably be back as long
has she has influence in the area - in the form of followers,
who would have been recruited from Jaeg's people when she cast
the magic to imprison him.  The happy couple will have to root
her out of the area in less literal ways to get some peace and
quiet from the 'watery tart'.  I've even toyed with the idea of
writing a 'spin-off' story set in the same plot line.

We'll just have to see how this all develops... :)


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