"Pregnant?!"
You can't believe it, but that's what your wife exclaimed from inside the bathroom. According to the low-tech form of testing--in which Blackfire had to urinate on a plastic stick--she is indeed pregnant. And according to her and your sister--the only two in the know about this--Blackfire has been showing the usual signs of a pregnant Tamaranian female.
"Didn't you notice what she's been snacking on?!" Flashfire asks you as she holds up Blackfire's food tray. Partially eaten bits of orange vegetables remain.
"They're called 'carrots', right?" you ask her.
"Yes," she replies. "And this, too!"
She holds up a glass of finished something. You recognize it as a mix of chocolate milk and mayonnaise.
"And these are signs how...?"
"We don't have carrots on our planet!" she reminds you. "Or chocolate milk, or mayonnaise. This is unnatural! A completely unnatural appetite is sign #1, and she's been snacking on these for weeks!"
"And now I think I'm showing sign #3," Blackfire says as she sits down on the couch.
"Sign #3?" you echo. "What about #2?"
"That was this morning," Blackfire says. "When I was really itchy for half an hour, remember?"
"Oh yeah... I just thought you had dry skin, or had been exposed to something and were developing a rash."
Blackfire rolls her eyes as she pulls off her long boots. She then starts massaging her legs.
"This is sign #3," she explains. "My legs are sore and starting to feel numb."
"Are you sure it isn't from the itching?" you ask. "And as for sign #1, there are many things only native to Earth that we like to eat."
"But the Mayo-Chocolate mix is something I came up with," Blackfire says. "A random combination out of nowhere is only possible if my taste buds are changed by the pregnancy. Sign 2 is real because I haven't been near any plants in the last week, since i've been doing almost nothing but snacking, and sign 3 is real because i've barely done any physical activity today, so there is not reason for me to be weak-kneed."
"Okay, okay," you concede. "Are there more signs?"
"Not at this point," Flashfire says. "From what Mom told me, we have one more Tamaranian month before Sign #4 and 5 appear, and after #5 then it'll only be about another Tamaranian month before the baby comes."
"Okay, what is #4?" you ask.
"I believe i heard the Earth term for it on television," Blackfire says. "They call it the 'baby bump'. Basically, it'll appear as if my stomach has grown. This combined with #3 means I won't be able to walk for the last month or so of the pregnancy."
"So? you can fly!"
"#5 is mood swings," she quickly replies. "I can't fly if I can't keep focused on happiness! For that matter, since my emotions will be constantly shuffling, I won't be able to do much of anything when it comes to powers."
X'Hal dammit, why didn't you ask about this stuff before implanting your 'seed'?!
"Well, before it's too late," you say, "when it finally comes time to have our baby, what will that be like?"
Flashfire and Blackfire pause for a moment.
"Well," Flashfire says, "let's just say you'll be grateful that her powers will be disabled by the modd swings."
You practically fall to your knees and pray to X'hal then and there, hoping he blesses you with strength to handle the next few months.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 12
Dinner time finally approaches, and you begin cooking up some chicken.
Blackfire stays reclined on the couch, watching you work. Every few minutes, she tells you what to add to make it the way she likes it.
After about ten minutes, you finish preparing the chicken. You set out a place mat on the table, light some candles, and serve the chicken on a porcelain platter. Blackfire gets up and joins you, spreading cloth napkins on her chest and lap so that she doesn't make a mess of herself.
You are proud of your work. The chicken's skin is crisp and zesty, and the meat is tender and juicy. You and Blackfire quickly eat up all six chicken legs you prepared, and she wipes her lips on one of her napkins. She then scoots her chair back and stands up. As a gentleman, you also stand.
"So, Saffire," she says, "what would you like for dessert?"
She heads over to the refridgerator and opens up the freezer unit. She embraces to cold air that flows onto her bare body. She then takes out two cartons of ice cream, one chocolate, one strawberry. She holds them up in front of her, and with her facial expression, asks which one you would like to have.
"Strawberry," you answer. "We've had chocolate so many times before."
Blackfire returns the chocolate ice cream to the freezer and closes the door. With the strawberry carton in hand, she returns to you at the table.
With a spoon in one hand and the carton in the other, Blackfire scoops out some strawberry ice cream and feeds it to you. You love the cold, sweet cream, and smile at your smiling wife. You take a second spoon, and scoop out some and feed it to her.
"Mmm~!" she squeals. "Yummy~!"
She holds the carton closer to her chest as the two of you scoot your chairs closer together. The condensation of the carton gets on her bare skin, and the cold chill excites her. Her body tenses, her toes curl, and she bites her lower lip.
You two continue to go back and forth, she feeding you and you feeding her. The heat of her body warms the ice cream carton, and the icy condensation melts on to her skin, and her chest starts to glisten in the dim light of the candles. You can tell her bosom is becoming perkier from the cold of the ice cream, and that her warmth has made the ice cream become more like a "milkshake", as the humans call it. Soon, you two are more or less drinking the ice cream rather than eating it.
"Oh, I've got an idea~," Blackfire sing-songs. She leads you to the bedroom, and ushers you on to the bed. She tips the carton, and strawberry milkshake pours on to her body. The cold chill sends a powerful shock of excitement up and down her body, a cute little moan escaping her mouth.
You lick your lips, then commence licking up the ice cream. Her plump little bosoms got the most of the milkshake, and you pay close attention to that area. For several minutes, maybe close to half an hour, you and her are locked in sensual yet sloppy ice cream play, then make a seamless transition to full-blown love-making. Her kisses taste of the ice cream, and her skin is cool from the milkshake. You warm each other with each wrapping embrace.
For the fourth time today, you and Blackfire reach your peak together, but this fourth time is the best time! You and Blackfire repeatedly tell the other "I love you" for perhaps another hour before the two of you drift off to sleep.
Blackfire stays reclined on the couch, watching you work. Every few minutes, she tells you what to add to make it the way she likes it.
After about ten minutes, you finish preparing the chicken. You set out a place mat on the table, light some candles, and serve the chicken on a porcelain platter. Blackfire gets up and joins you, spreading cloth napkins on her chest and lap so that she doesn't make a mess of herself.
You are proud of your work. The chicken's skin is crisp and zesty, and the meat is tender and juicy. You and Blackfire quickly eat up all six chicken legs you prepared, and she wipes her lips on one of her napkins. She then scoots her chair back and stands up. As a gentleman, you also stand.
"So, Saffire," she says, "what would you like for dessert?"
She heads over to the refridgerator and opens up the freezer unit. She embraces to cold air that flows onto her bare body. She then takes out two cartons of ice cream, one chocolate, one strawberry. She holds them up in front of her, and with her facial expression, asks which one you would like to have.
"Strawberry," you answer. "We've had chocolate so many times before."
Blackfire returns the chocolate ice cream to the freezer and closes the door. With the strawberry carton in hand, she returns to you at the table.
With a spoon in one hand and the carton in the other, Blackfire scoops out some strawberry ice cream and feeds it to you. You love the cold, sweet cream, and smile at your smiling wife. You take a second spoon, and scoop out some and feed it to her.
"Mmm~!" she squeals. "Yummy~!"
She holds the carton closer to her chest as the two of you scoot your chairs closer together. The condensation of the carton gets on her bare skin, and the cold chill excites her. Her body tenses, her toes curl, and she bites her lower lip.
You two continue to go back and forth, she feeding you and you feeding her. The heat of her body warms the ice cream carton, and the icy condensation melts on to her skin, and her chest starts to glisten in the dim light of the candles. You can tell her bosom is becoming perkier from the cold of the ice cream, and that her warmth has made the ice cream become more like a "milkshake", as the humans call it. Soon, you two are more or less drinking the ice cream rather than eating it.
"Oh, I've got an idea~," Blackfire sing-songs. She leads you to the bedroom, and ushers you on to the bed. She tips the carton, and strawberry milkshake pours on to her body. The cold chill sends a powerful shock of excitement up and down her body, a cute little moan escaping her mouth.
You lick your lips, then commence licking up the ice cream. Her plump little bosoms got the most of the milkshake, and you pay close attention to that area. For several minutes, maybe close to half an hour, you and her are locked in sensual yet sloppy ice cream play, then make a seamless transition to full-blown love-making. Her kisses taste of the ice cream, and her skin is cool from the milkshake. You warm each other with each wrapping embrace.
For the fourth time today, you and Blackfire reach your peak together, but this fourth time is the best time! You and Blackfire repeatedly tell the other "I love you" for perhaps another hour before the two of you drift off to sleep.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 11
After a while, you finally sit up.
"I think we can go inside now," you say to Blackfire.
Blackfire sits up and brushes the sand off her legs and feet.
"I agree. We can't just wait out here until dinner, we can wait inside."
Blackfire stands up, and helps you stand up, and the two of you head inside. You grab the towel and use it to brush off the sand on your legs and feet.
Blackfire, still unclothed, lays down face-first on the couch. Her golden-orange skin just pops when paired with the couch's blue-purple. You make your way over to the couch, and you lay down on top of her.
"Mmm~! Saffire~," she coos. "You make such a lovely blanket!"
"Thank you, Blackfire."
You rest your head on her shoulders, and close your eyes. You can feel her drift into sleep, and soon you feel yourself fall asleep, too. But you don't resist, it'll be good to rest up for later.
You wake up, still on top of Blackfire, about an hour or two later. You can clearly tell from the length of shadows.
"Blackfire," you whisper. "Time to wake up..."
Blackfire grumbles as she shifts underneath you. It feels pretty good.
You move up so that you can whisper right in her ear.
"Don't you want to have dinner...?"
She grumbles again, and you think she said something like "Not yet..."
You rest your head back down, and decide to let her decide when it is time for dinner. To bide your time, you enjoy how great it feels to just rest on top of her lovely body. Her soft skin feels so, so fantastic! You move around a little and settle in, and a rush of euphoria surges from down below all the way up your spine... Oh X'hal, as tired as you are, you just can't hold back your passion for Blackfire!
You move your hands up, and caress Blackfire's bosoms. Your "hot dog" finds a nice place to settle in as you grind and girate around.
Blackfire grumbles, but doesn't make any effort to stop you. So you continue on and begin kissing her shoulders and neck as you turn her and yourself onto your sides. Your hands move everywhere along her body, and you nuzzle the base of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her silky hair.
You grind harder, unable to hold back. Your breathing speeds up as your heart races, and Blackfire starts to squeak and gurgle as your hands "play" harder.
"Saffire...!" she moans.
"Blackfire...!" you grunt back.
Without even really thinking about it, you begin another round, and soon you're thrusting in and out. You move aggressively, more so than you've done before. You hold Blackfire's hand and one leg as she stays on her side while you stand up and thrust. She looks up at you with a sweet and longing gaze, as if she's asking you to never stop for any reason. How you wish you could.
Soon, Blackfire starts saying "Yes" over and over, and you now that's a good sign. A minute later, you can feel the end approaching, and speed up to bring it on quicker. As before, you give one last, powerful thrust, and it all flows into Blackfire's resevoir. She smiles as she smooths a hand over her stomach.
"Any day now," she says. "Any day now, and we'll be parents-to-be~!"
"I think we can go inside now," you say to Blackfire.
Blackfire sits up and brushes the sand off her legs and feet.
"I agree. We can't just wait out here until dinner, we can wait inside."
Blackfire stands up, and helps you stand up, and the two of you head inside. You grab the towel and use it to brush off the sand on your legs and feet.
Blackfire, still unclothed, lays down face-first on the couch. Her golden-orange skin just pops when paired with the couch's blue-purple. You make your way over to the couch, and you lay down on top of her.
"Mmm~! Saffire~," she coos. "You make such a lovely blanket!"
"Thank you, Blackfire."
You rest your head on her shoulders, and close your eyes. You can feel her drift into sleep, and soon you feel yourself fall asleep, too. But you don't resist, it'll be good to rest up for later.
You wake up, still on top of Blackfire, about an hour or two later. You can clearly tell from the length of shadows.
"Blackfire," you whisper. "Time to wake up..."
Blackfire grumbles as she shifts underneath you. It feels pretty good.
You move up so that you can whisper right in her ear.
"Don't you want to have dinner...?"
She grumbles again, and you think she said something like "Not yet..."
You rest your head back down, and decide to let her decide when it is time for dinner. To bide your time, you enjoy how great it feels to just rest on top of her lovely body. Her soft skin feels so, so fantastic! You move around a little and settle in, and a rush of euphoria surges from down below all the way up your spine... Oh X'hal, as tired as you are, you just can't hold back your passion for Blackfire!
You move your hands up, and caress Blackfire's bosoms. Your "hot dog" finds a nice place to settle in as you grind and girate around.
Blackfire grumbles, but doesn't make any effort to stop you. So you continue on and begin kissing her shoulders and neck as you turn her and yourself onto your sides. Your hands move everywhere along her body, and you nuzzle the base of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her silky hair.
You grind harder, unable to hold back. Your breathing speeds up as your heart races, and Blackfire starts to squeak and gurgle as your hands "play" harder.
"Saffire...!" she moans.
"Blackfire...!" you grunt back.
Without even really thinking about it, you begin another round, and soon you're thrusting in and out. You move aggressively, more so than you've done before. You hold Blackfire's hand and one leg as she stays on her side while you stand up and thrust. She looks up at you with a sweet and longing gaze, as if she's asking you to never stop for any reason. How you wish you could.
Soon, Blackfire starts saying "Yes" over and over, and you now that's a good sign. A minute later, you can feel the end approaching, and speed up to bring it on quicker. As before, you give one last, powerful thrust, and it all flows into Blackfire's resevoir. She smiles as she smooths a hand over her stomach.
"Any day now," she says. "Any day now, and we'll be parents-to-be~!"
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 10
You walk up to Blackfire, who stays seated. You open the mustard bottle, and she smiles slyly.
"On me," she asks, "or you?"
"I was thinking both."
You squirt some mustard on your stomach, and Blackfire leaps to her knees to lap it up. You give another squirt, but on her nose. She giggles as she lets it slide down and onto her lips. She licks the mustard up, and straightens up.
"Could I get some mustard for the 'hot dog'?" she asks with a wink.
You squirt more mustard down your stomach and onto the "hot dog". Blackfire hungrily laps and licks up the mustard. Her slick tongue feels great on your skin, as does the cool yellow condiment.
Blackfire gives the "hot dog" kisses up and down, and pulls you down by the hand. You pour mustard all over her lovely chest, and lick it up like you did the syrup that morning. Blackfire becomes more amorous, and pulls you close, making you clean up every bit.
Blackfire turns around and gets on her elbows and knees. She moves her hair aside, and you oil her up with the mustard. You lick it up, starting with the lower back, and making your way up to her shoulders.
"Saffire~," she giggles, "I think your 'hot dog' wants to be placed inside my buns!"
"I think so, too!" you chuckle as you straighten your back.
You place a hand on her hip, and smooth the "hot dog" between the "buns". They're so soft and plump, you just want to give them a nip with your teeth. But instead, you do as the "dog" wants and place it inside her "sleeve".
The level of satisfaction shouldn't be possible with the amount of times you've felt this, but it is! You are in a euphoria as you move back and forth, and so is Blackfire! She drops from her elbows, and now half her body is in the sand, only her hair keeping the white grains from sticking to her.
You put the mustard bottle down, and now place your other hand on her other hip. You go at it powerfully, and Blackfire starts moaning so loud, it overshadows the squawking of the gulls.
Blackfire arches her back and raises her rear, and now you and her are on your toes as you push into her. Blackfire grips the sand in her hand as she gives one last, long cry, and you give one last, strong thrust. Both of you reach your max together, and you collapse on top of her.
Panting and laughing, the two of you roll over, and watch the sunny sky until the feeling in your legs return.
"On me," she asks, "or you?"
"I was thinking both."
You squirt some mustard on your stomach, and Blackfire leaps to her knees to lap it up. You give another squirt, but on her nose. She giggles as she lets it slide down and onto her lips. She licks the mustard up, and straightens up.
"Could I get some mustard for the 'hot dog'?" she asks with a wink.
You squirt more mustard down your stomach and onto the "hot dog". Blackfire hungrily laps and licks up the mustard. Her slick tongue feels great on your skin, as does the cool yellow condiment.
Blackfire gives the "hot dog" kisses up and down, and pulls you down by the hand. You pour mustard all over her lovely chest, and lick it up like you did the syrup that morning. Blackfire becomes more amorous, and pulls you close, making you clean up every bit.
Blackfire turns around and gets on her elbows and knees. She moves her hair aside, and you oil her up with the mustard. You lick it up, starting with the lower back, and making your way up to her shoulders.
"Saffire~," she giggles, "I think your 'hot dog' wants to be placed inside my buns!"
"I think so, too!" you chuckle as you straighten your back.
You place a hand on her hip, and smooth the "hot dog" between the "buns". They're so soft and plump, you just want to give them a nip with your teeth. But instead, you do as the "dog" wants and place it inside her "sleeve".
The level of satisfaction shouldn't be possible with the amount of times you've felt this, but it is! You are in a euphoria as you move back and forth, and so is Blackfire! She drops from her elbows, and now half her body is in the sand, only her hair keeping the white grains from sticking to her.
You put the mustard bottle down, and now place your other hand on her other hip. You go at it powerfully, and Blackfire starts moaning so loud, it overshadows the squawking of the gulls.
Blackfire arches her back and raises her rear, and now you and her are on your toes as you push into her. Blackfire grips the sand in her hand as she gives one last, long cry, and you give one last, strong thrust. Both of you reach your max together, and you collapse on top of her.
Panting and laughing, the two of you roll over, and watch the sunny sky until the feeling in your legs return.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 9
Blackfire rolls over so that she faces you, her dark-purple hair draping over her bare back.
"Saffire," she says gently, "I think I'm hungry for lunch now."
"I'll go make us some sandwiches," you say as you start to get up.
"No, no," she says, motioning for you to stay seated. "I'll go get lunch."
She stands and walks into the house, and you notice the sand stuck to her legs and butt. It's rather cute.
You sit alone for a good ten minutes, the only sounds being the breeze and the waves.
During those ten minutes, you imagine what it'll be like once you have your child. It'll be so much busier, but it'll be so much more exciting, too. He, or she, will be running and flying around the house as an energetic toodler, and you and Blackfire can rough house with them when they're older. And Flashfire and Starfire will be there as his/her guardians, and it'll make family holidays like Christmas even better!
"Lunch is ready!" Blackfire announces as she brings out two plates. "For me, I made a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and for you, I made a Double Meat sandwich, Ham and Turkey together."
You smile, and are pleased by your wife's intuition.
"Thank you, Blackfire. You remembered mustard, yes?"
"Of course!" she responds. "I wouldn't forget Earth's single greatest confectionary invention."
The two of you chow down, and not only did she remember, she SLATHERED it with mustard! The tangy sensation drives you wild with each bite! If she wasn't busy with her own sandwich, you'd take Blackfire then and there!
You devour your sandwich in half the time Blackfire does, making sure to savor every bit of mustard. Then, you get a great idea.
"Wait here," you tell Blackfire.
You rush into the house and open the refridgerator.
"There you are...!"
You hurry out, hiding what you took behind you.
"Blackfire, I have a great addition to our Lunchtime session." You reveal what you were hiding, and Blackfire gasps in excitement. You are holding the bottle of mustard.
"Saffire," she says gently, "I think I'm hungry for lunch now."
"I'll go make us some sandwiches," you say as you start to get up.
"No, no," she says, motioning for you to stay seated. "I'll go get lunch."
She stands and walks into the house, and you notice the sand stuck to her legs and butt. It's rather cute.
You sit alone for a good ten minutes, the only sounds being the breeze and the waves.
During those ten minutes, you imagine what it'll be like once you have your child. It'll be so much busier, but it'll be so much more exciting, too. He, or she, will be running and flying around the house as an energetic toodler, and you and Blackfire can rough house with them when they're older. And Flashfire and Starfire will be there as his/her guardians, and it'll make family holidays like Christmas even better!
"Lunch is ready!" Blackfire announces as she brings out two plates. "For me, I made a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and for you, I made a Double Meat sandwich, Ham and Turkey together."
You smile, and are pleased by your wife's intuition.
"Thank you, Blackfire. You remembered mustard, yes?"
"Of course!" she responds. "I wouldn't forget Earth's single greatest confectionary invention."
The two of you chow down, and not only did she remember, she SLATHERED it with mustard! The tangy sensation drives you wild with each bite! If she wasn't busy with her own sandwich, you'd take Blackfire then and there!
You devour your sandwich in half the time Blackfire does, making sure to savor every bit of mustard. Then, you get a great idea.
"Wait here," you tell Blackfire.
You rush into the house and open the refridgerator.
"There you are...!"
You hurry out, hiding what you took behind you.
"Blackfire, I have a great addition to our Lunchtime session." You reveal what you were hiding, and Blackfire gasps in excitement. You are holding the bottle of mustard.
Valentine's Day Special, 8
You sit Blackfire up, then lift her up.
"Come, my princess, and let us away to the beach!"
She giggles as she wraps her arms around your neck, and kicks her feet playfully.
"But it's too early for lunch, we just finished breakfast."
"Doesn't mean we can bask in the sun."
You carry her out onto your wood deck, and instantly the sun beams warm your whole body. You step down and onto the sandy beach, where you set Blackfire on her feet. She stands in the same spot as you go back in and retrieve a towel.
"What's that for?" she asks. "I don't mind getting dirty."
Blackfire winks as she sits down and stretches her legs out.
"I know, naughty girl," you tease back. "This is for when we want to clean off."
You set the towel down on the floor of the deck, and join Blackfire on the sand. The two of you face the ocean and watch as the seagulls fly by, squawking at each other as they go. You two watch the wind rustle the palm trees' leafs, and the waves lap up and foam.
Blackfire nuzzles your neck with her nose, and you smooth a hand down her stomach.
"This would've sound odd to the me from before I met you," you say, "but I am thoroughly going to enjoy seeing you pregnant."
"That still sounds odd now!" she reponds with a giggle. "But honestly... I'm going to, too."
She sits up, and straddles your lap while still facing the ocean.
"Come, my princess, and let us away to the beach!"
She giggles as she wraps her arms around your neck, and kicks her feet playfully.
"But it's too early for lunch, we just finished breakfast."
"Doesn't mean we can bask in the sun."
You carry her out onto your wood deck, and instantly the sun beams warm your whole body. You step down and onto the sandy beach, where you set Blackfire on her feet. She stands in the same spot as you go back in and retrieve a towel.
"What's that for?" she asks. "I don't mind getting dirty."
Blackfire winks as she sits down and stretches her legs out.
"I know, naughty girl," you tease back. "This is for when we want to clean off."
You set the towel down on the floor of the deck, and join Blackfire on the sand. The two of you face the ocean and watch as the seagulls fly by, squawking at each other as they go. You two watch the wind rustle the palm trees' leafs, and the waves lap up and foam.
Blackfire nuzzles your neck with her nose, and you smooth a hand down her stomach.
"This would've sound odd to the me from before I met you," you say, "but I am thoroughly going to enjoy seeing you pregnant."
"That still sounds odd now!" she reponds with a giggle. "But honestly... I'm going to, too."
She sits up, and straddles your lap while still facing the ocean.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 7
You love how cutely Blackfire nibbles on the pancakes, and how she giggles each time she feeds you bits of egg. You rub your legs against hers as you pour more syrup on the pancakes.
"Mmm~! Shticky!" Blackfire says with her mouth full of syrup covered pancake. "But shweet~!"
She gives you a sweet syrup kiss on the lips, then feeds you a bit of pancake. The two of you go back and forth between feeding each other for about the next five minutes.
"Oh, all gone," she says. "But so much syrup left~!"
Blackfire lays down and hovers the bottle of syrup over her.
"Blackfire, no!" you half-seriously scold. "You'll get all messy!"
"Then you'll just have to clean me up!"
She turns the bottle upside down, and syrup pours out onto her bare, golden-orange skin. And she lets it pour all over: stomach, chest, thighs. The syrup gleams as it slowly moves down to caress her curves.
"Hurry," Blackfire giggles, "before it dries!"
Savoring this naughty moment, you lick up all the maple syrup off her body. Your tongue laps her lucious legs, her amazing little abs, and her adorable belly button. She had put an exceptional amount on her breasts, so you had to make sure you got every last drop. You even check in the underboob's creases >;]
"I'm a tasty little pancake platter, aren't I?" Blackfire asks as she curls her toes and smooths her thighs against your sides.
"Very," you answer. "But the pancakes are the only things that need attention."
You motion to your "breakfast sausage," and she understands. Right then and there, the two of you begin round one of your scheduled baby-making.
It feels as good as always, maybe better! Blackfire smiles as she moans, and pours more syrup on herself. You lick it up again and again, and it adds to the amazing mood of the moment. You clutch her bosoms as you finish up, and your "Tamaranian Man-Butter" fills Blackfire up to the brim.
"Mmm~..." Blackfire coos as she smiles and smooths both hands and legs up and down your body. "I can't wait for lunch this afternoon."
"Mmm~! Shticky!" Blackfire says with her mouth full of syrup covered pancake. "But shweet~!"
She gives you a sweet syrup kiss on the lips, then feeds you a bit of pancake. The two of you go back and forth between feeding each other for about the next five minutes.
"Oh, all gone," she says. "But so much syrup left~!"
Blackfire lays down and hovers the bottle of syrup over her.
"Blackfire, no!" you half-seriously scold. "You'll get all messy!"
"Then you'll just have to clean me up!"
She turns the bottle upside down, and syrup pours out onto her bare, golden-orange skin. And she lets it pour all over: stomach, chest, thighs. The syrup gleams as it slowly moves down to caress her curves.
"Hurry," Blackfire giggles, "before it dries!"
Savoring this naughty moment, you lick up all the maple syrup off her body. Your tongue laps her lucious legs, her amazing little abs, and her adorable belly button. She had put an exceptional amount on her breasts, so you had to make sure you got every last drop. You even check in the underboob's creases >;]
"I'm a tasty little pancake platter, aren't I?" Blackfire asks as she curls her toes and smooths her thighs against your sides.
"Very," you answer. "But the pancakes are the only things that need attention."
You motion to your "breakfast sausage," and she understands. Right then and there, the two of you begin round one of your scheduled baby-making.
It feels as good as always, maybe better! Blackfire smiles as she moans, and pours more syrup on herself. You lick it up again and again, and it adds to the amazing mood of the moment. You clutch her bosoms as you finish up, and your "Tamaranian Man-Butter" fills Blackfire up to the brim.
"Mmm~..." Blackfire coos as she smiles and smooths both hands and legs up and down your body. "I can't wait for lunch this afternoon."
Valentine's Day Special, Part 6
The holiday finally arrives, and you make sure to wake up before Blackfire does. You go to your gifts' hiding spot, and bring them out into the open. When you turn back to the bed, you see that Blackfire has done the same.
"Where'd--?"
"Under the bed," she answers quickly. "Now c'mon, let's exchange them before breakfast!"
You get back in bed and hand Blackfire her five presents as she hands you your two.
"Two?" you ask.
"What?" Blackfire asks back, disappointed in you. "Just because they're only two doesn't mean you won't like them as much as I like my five!"
You look at her skeptically, but open your presents anyway.
Blackfire loves hers, and kisses you each time she opens a box or pulls something out of a bag.
Once she folds up her new clothes, she lets you take your turn. The first gift is set of brand new video game remotes.
"To go with your Christmas presents," Blackfire explains. "With our strength, the remotes get banged up and worn out faster than they're suppose to, so I got you plenty of spares."
"So thoughtful," you say as you smooth her cheek. You then open up the second gift, and are truly surprised!
"My stuffed animal...?"
The stuffed doll looks a lot like your old stuffed, one-horned creature, but brand new, and with smaller teeth and a longer horn. The eyes were also different, not as wide.
"This isn't the original, is it? Flashfire still has that one in her room."
"Right," she replies. "I made this one myself, by hand. It took some time, I made practice models."
Blackfire reaches back under the bed and pulls out three others that looked... deformed. You do your best not to bust out laughing.
"This is really sweet, Blackfire," you say. "But I have no use for a toy like this."
"I know," Blackfire says. "Think of it as both a gift for you, and our child."
You look at her with astonishment.
"When we have him," she adds quickly. "Or her. I'm planning ahead."
You're a bit relieved. You want a son or daughter, just not so soon!
"Want breakfast?" Blackfire asks.
You nod, and Blackfire leads you to the kitchen. Together you make pancakes and scrambled eggs, pile them on plates, and hurry back to your room just as Flashfire hurries out.
"Headed to Titans Tower to be with Beastboy, bye!" she says in one breathe. Flashfire flies away, and you two are now alone.
Blackfire grins naughtily, and undresses.
"Now we can have naked breakfast in bed!"
You join Blackfire in her nudity, and the two of you snuggle together as you eat the pancakes and eggs you had made.
"Where'd--?"
"Under the bed," she answers quickly. "Now c'mon, let's exchange them before breakfast!"
You get back in bed and hand Blackfire her five presents as she hands you your two.
"Two?" you ask.
"What?" Blackfire asks back, disappointed in you. "Just because they're only two doesn't mean you won't like them as much as I like my five!"
You look at her skeptically, but open your presents anyway.
Blackfire loves hers, and kisses you each time she opens a box or pulls something out of a bag.
Once she folds up her new clothes, she lets you take your turn. The first gift is set of brand new video game remotes.
"To go with your Christmas presents," Blackfire explains. "With our strength, the remotes get banged up and worn out faster than they're suppose to, so I got you plenty of spares."
"So thoughtful," you say as you smooth her cheek. You then open up the second gift, and are truly surprised!
"My stuffed animal...?"
The stuffed doll looks a lot like your old stuffed, one-horned creature, but brand new, and with smaller teeth and a longer horn. The eyes were also different, not as wide.
"This isn't the original, is it? Flashfire still has that one in her room."
"Right," she replies. "I made this one myself, by hand. It took some time, I made practice models."
Blackfire reaches back under the bed and pulls out three others that looked... deformed. You do your best not to bust out laughing.
"This is really sweet, Blackfire," you say. "But I have no use for a toy like this."
"I know," Blackfire says. "Think of it as both a gift for you, and our child."
You look at her with astonishment.
"When we have him," she adds quickly. "Or her. I'm planning ahead."
You're a bit relieved. You want a son or daughter, just not so soon!
"Want breakfast?" Blackfire asks.
You nod, and Blackfire leads you to the kitchen. Together you make pancakes and scrambled eggs, pile them on plates, and hurry back to your room just as Flashfire hurries out.
"Headed to Titans Tower to be with Beastboy, bye!" she says in one breathe. Flashfire flies away, and you two are now alone.
Blackfire grins naughtily, and undresses.
"Now we can have naked breakfast in bed!"
You join Blackfire in her nudity, and the two of you snuggle together as you eat the pancakes and eggs you had made.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 5
You sneak into the house, and make it to your bedroom without seeing Blackfire. You hide the gifts in the closet behind your spare clothes just before Blackfire exits the bathroom. She had just taken a shower, as evident by her wearing nothing but a towel and being all wet.
"Finished shopping, are we?" she asks.
"Yes, with the help of your suggestions," you answer. "And you?"
"Even before you did. I do know what you like, and I didn't need reminding."
She is as confident as ever, but you wonder what she got that she got home before you, when you were the one who left first.
You scan the room with your eyes, but there is nothing out of place. She hid it well.
"Well then," you say as you sit down on the bed next to her. "I suppose we have nothing to do now until Valentine's Day finally arrives."
"Not quite," she says as she runs the towel down her legs. "I know we're planning on devoting the holiday to 'making love' in our attempts to have a child, but... it should be done romantically. Our gifts to each other is one thing, but I'm thinking even our meals should be romantic! We'll have breakfast in bed, snuggled up together warmly under the covers. Lunch can be on the beach, with the beautiful ocean laid out in front of us. Then dinner will be by candle light, and we can feed each other chocolate ice cream little by little from the same bowl for dessert."
Blackfire must have been thinking about this a lot for all that detail.
"Of course," you agree. "It'll add to the romance and passion of each time we become 'intimate' in between meals!"
Blackfire smiles, delighted to see that you agree. Still naked, she hugs you, and drops the towel. You wrap her in your arms, and notice that she forgot to towel off her back once your hands get all wet.
"This will be simply the most amazing, marvelous, satisfying holiday ever!" she whispers in your ear.
"Finished shopping, are we?" she asks.
Blackfire sits on the bed as she dries herself off with the one towel she has.
"Yes, with the help of your suggestions," you answer. "And you?"
"Even before you did. I do know what you like, and I didn't need reminding."
She is as confident as ever, but you wonder what she got that she got home before you, when you were the one who left first.
You scan the room with your eyes, but there is nothing out of place. She hid it well.
"Well then," you say as you sit down on the bed next to her. "I suppose we have nothing to do now until Valentine's Day finally arrives."
"Not quite," she says as she runs the towel down her legs. "I know we're planning on devoting the holiday to 'making love' in our attempts to have a child, but... it should be done romantically. Our gifts to each other is one thing, but I'm thinking even our meals should be romantic! We'll have breakfast in bed, snuggled up together warmly under the covers. Lunch can be on the beach, with the beautiful ocean laid out in front of us. Then dinner will be by candle light, and we can feed each other chocolate ice cream little by little from the same bowl for dessert."
Blackfire must have been thinking about this a lot for all that detail.
"Of course," you agree. "It'll add to the romance and passion of each time we become 'intimate' in between meals!"
Blackfire smiles, delighted to see that you agree. Still naked, she hugs you, and drops the towel. You wrap her in your arms, and notice that she forgot to towel off her back once your hands get all wet.
"This will be simply the most amazing, marvelous, satisfying holiday ever!" she whispers in your ear.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 4
There are so many things in New York, now you understand how Flashfire felt.
There were wonderful, flowing Spring-time dresses in light purple, several sun-hats with purple ribbons, and violet tops and shorts that you could tell would only cover the important areas of the body.
You count up all your Earth money and find that you have just over $5oo. You know from basic math that even after adding taxes, you have plenty for one dress, hat, pair of shorts, and little top each, but what would Blackfire like best?
You decide that, as Blackfire said to Flashfire, get them all and know that the receiver will love it because it's coming from you. It takes some time, because there is a long line, but you eventually purchase your items and have them complimentarily gift-wrapped by the employees. You then thank them and leave, with $300 or so left over.
"Well, with still quite a bit left," you think aloud as you fly from New York. "I haven't gotten her any swimsuits. I want to find something very sexy for her."
You fly to Los Angeles, California, and look around.
"Something sexy... and purple."
You see something reflective, and decide to investigate.
"Metallic swimsuits? Ingenious!"
You look at the price tags and see they average over $70 each. Even alone, only the most expensive item from New York was around $60. But it is for your wife, Blackfire, so you figure spending $140-$150 for two is appropriate.
You look at the different purple models. They are all two piece, with a few more revealing than others. You decide to be respectful to Blackfire, and pick out only the second and third most revealing models. You pay the man running the swimsuit store, and pack the bikinis inside the bags from New York. You then take off back towards your island home, feeling proud of yourself.
There were wonderful, flowing Spring-time dresses in light purple, several sun-hats with purple ribbons, and violet tops and shorts that you could tell would only cover the important areas of the body.
You count up all your Earth money and find that you have just over $5oo. You know from basic math that even after adding taxes, you have plenty for one dress, hat, pair of shorts, and little top each, but what would Blackfire like best?
You decide that, as Blackfire said to Flashfire, get them all and know that the receiver will love it because it's coming from you. It takes some time, because there is a long line, but you eventually purchase your items and have them complimentarily gift-wrapped by the employees. You then thank them and leave, with $300 or so left over.
"Well, with still quite a bit left," you think aloud as you fly from New York. "I haven't gotten her any swimsuits. I want to find something very sexy for her."
You fly to Los Angeles, California, and look around.
"Something sexy... and purple."
You see something reflective, and decide to investigate.
"Metallic swimsuits? Ingenious!"
You look at the price tags and see they average over $70 each. Even alone, only the most expensive item from New York was around $60. But it is for your wife, Blackfire, so you figure spending $140-$150 for two is appropriate.
You look at the different purple models. They are all two piece, with a few more revealing than others. You decide to be respectful to Blackfire, and pick out only the second and third most revealing models. You pay the man running the swimsuit store, and pack the bikinis inside the bags from New York. You then take off back towards your island home, feeling proud of yourself.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 3
Only one week has passed, leaving one week until Valentine's Day. Flashfire has been going anywhere she can looking for a good gift to give BeastBoy.
"Oh...! I can't decide!" she grumbles. "I found a nice new Tofu Maker in Japan, and an equally nice black-and-purple jacket that goes with his uniform, but I don't know which one he would like best!"
"You should get both," Blackfire suggested. "It's not like there's a limit to what you can get."
"*Ahem*," you speak up. "There actually is a limit, known as currency."
"Well, we should have enough for both," Blackfire says.
"But I don't want to waste money on something he wouldn't like," Flashfire argues.
"I'm sure he'll like either one," Blackfire counters. "They are coming from you, so Beastboy will like them just for that."
"Aren't you sweet," you say to Blackfire.
She smiles and giggles as Flashfire scrounges up her share of the money.
"Well, I guess... But I'll make sure I can get one of those Tofu Makers first, they were in limited supply."
Flashfire flies away, and Blackfire finishes with the laundry.
"So, my husband," she asks you as she scoots over on the couch. "Have you done any gift searchiing?"
Uh oh.
"No..."
Blackfire's jaw couldn't have dropped any quicker.
"What...?!"
"I wasn't sure what you'd like!" you shout in your defense. "Though you grew up as a princess, you've proven you can live with basics. And though we love each other and know so much about the other, I have no idea what kind of Earth products you'd enjoy!"
"Well, you could gone to look and see!" she shouts. "It might've given you some ideas!"
"Alright, alright!" you say in desparate defense. "Just give me a general idea, or else I'll just be wandering around."
Blackfire thinks for a moment.
"I'll be fine with some new outfits to wear. Swimsuits, shorts, something for the coming Spring and Summer seasons."
"Got it."
You take off towards the United States, namely New York, with plenty of money in your pockets.
"Oh...! I can't decide!" she grumbles. "I found a nice new Tofu Maker in Japan, and an equally nice black-and-purple jacket that goes with his uniform, but I don't know which one he would like best!"
"You should get both," Blackfire suggested. "It's not like there's a limit to what you can get."
"*Ahem*," you speak up. "There actually is a limit, known as currency."
"Well, we should have enough for both," Blackfire says.
"But I don't want to waste money on something he wouldn't like," Flashfire argues.
"I'm sure he'll like either one," Blackfire counters. "They are coming from you, so Beastboy will like them just for that."
"Aren't you sweet," you say to Blackfire.
She smiles and giggles as Flashfire scrounges up her share of the money.
"Well, I guess... But I'll make sure I can get one of those Tofu Makers first, they were in limited supply."
Flashfire flies away, and Blackfire finishes with the laundry.
"So, my husband," she asks you as she scoots over on the couch. "Have you done any gift searchiing?"
Uh oh.
"No..."
Blackfire's jaw couldn't have dropped any quicker.
"What...?!"
"I wasn't sure what you'd like!" you shout in your defense. "Though you grew up as a princess, you've proven you can live with basics. And though we love each other and know so much about the other, I have no idea what kind of Earth products you'd enjoy!"
"Well, you could gone to look and see!" she shouts. "It might've given you some ideas!"
"Alright, alright!" you say in desparate defense. "Just give me a general idea, or else I'll just be wandering around."
Blackfire thinks for a moment.
"I'll be fine with some new outfits to wear. Swimsuits, shorts, something for the coming Spring and Summer seasons."
"Got it."
You take off towards the United States, namely New York, with plenty of money in your pockets.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Valentine's Day Special, Part 2
Blackfire giggles, and scoots onto your lap.
"Silly Saffire," she teases, "we can still try between now and then. But only at night, of course."
"Of course."
You wrap your arms around her, and give little kisses to her neck. She changes the channel on the television to a movie channel, and it happens to be playing a Romance movie.
"Oh~! I recognize this one!" she says. "It's so sweet, it's about a spoiled heiress running away from her family. She is helped by a man who's actually a reporter looking for a story. But then he falls in love with her and helps her get away, if I remember correctly."
"Hmm, 'spoiled heiress'? Is that anything like 'criminal princess'?"
"Ha ha," she "laughed", understanding that you're talking about her. "But you have a point, you did help me out, and because of my beauty and charm, you couldn't help but fall in love with me."
"Very true," you admit. "But you fell for me to, which does happen in this movie, yes?"
"Oh yes," she says. "But not from being stuck with him in a tiny escape pod."
You and Blackfire chuckle as you kiss her on the neck again.
A few days pass, with the two of you 'trying to make the baby' every other night, without any results.
"Don't worry so much," Blackfire says, noticing your worry. "It may just not be the right time yet."
"But it's been months!" you point out. "How hard is it to... 'sew the seeds'?"
"I don't know," she said, awkwardly playing with the blanket. "My mother never told me about that kind of stuff..."
You lie back, and think.
"Could it be... me?"
"No, don't say that!" Blackfire says as she comforts you with stroking a hand across your chest. "It isn't either of our faults, it's just nature! We need to keep trying."
Blackfire gets on top of you, and smiles.
"Ready for another try?"
You smile softly and nod. You take hold of her hips, and the two of you "start up the Love Machine" again. You go all night until you two are panting and sweating, Blackfire's long hair stuck to her face and back. It's about 3:00AM when the two of you finally fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
"Silly Saffire," she teases, "we can still try between now and then. But only at night, of course."
"Of course."
You wrap your arms around her, and give little kisses to her neck. She changes the channel on the television to a movie channel, and it happens to be playing a Romance movie.
"Oh~! I recognize this one!" she says. "It's so sweet, it's about a spoiled heiress running away from her family. She is helped by a man who's actually a reporter looking for a story. But then he falls in love with her and helps her get away, if I remember correctly."
"Hmm, 'spoiled heiress'? Is that anything like 'criminal princess'?"
"Ha ha," she "laughed", understanding that you're talking about her. "But you have a point, you did help me out, and because of my beauty and charm, you couldn't help but fall in love with me."
"Very true," you admit. "But you fell for me to, which does happen in this movie, yes?"
"Oh yes," she says. "But not from being stuck with him in a tiny escape pod."
You and Blackfire chuckle as you kiss her on the neck again.
A few days pass, with the two of you 'trying to make the baby' every other night, without any results.
"Don't worry so much," Blackfire says, noticing your worry. "It may just not be the right time yet."
"But it's been months!" you point out. "How hard is it to... 'sew the seeds'?"
"I don't know," she said, awkwardly playing with the blanket. "My mother never told me about that kind of stuff..."
You lie back, and think.
"Could it be... me?"
"No, don't say that!" Blackfire says as she comforts you with stroking a hand across your chest. "It isn't either of our faults, it's just nature! We need to keep trying."
Blackfire gets on top of you, and smiles.
"Ready for another try?"
You smile softly and nod. You take hold of her hips, and the two of you "start up the Love Machine" again. You go all night until you two are panting and sweating, Blackfire's long hair stuck to her face and back. It's about 3:00AM when the two of you finally fall asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
Valentine's Day Special, Part 1
You are sitting in front of the television when a commercial comes on.
"Our new Valentine's Day Special will save you 50% off on all products!" the charismatic female narrator says. "So hurry to get your special someone something that'll show you truly love them!"
"Valentine's Day?" Flashfire asks. "What's that?"
"An Earth holiday all about love and romance," you explain. "I heard about it the other day."
Flashfire gasps, then squeals.
"When is it?! When is it?!"
"In a couple weeks," you say, surprised by her enthusiasm. "Which gives me plenty of time to find something for Blackfire."
"And I have just enough time to pick something out for BeastBoy!!"
"You two... are still together?" you say hesitantly.
"Of course," she answers, "why would you think otherwise?"
"Well, you just never seem to stick to one boy very long."
"Those are normal human boys. BeastBoy is different, in more ways then one. I'm going to start brainstorming ideas!"
Flashfire hurries off into her room as Blackfire enters the living room. She was dressed in tight, purple sweatpants and a little light-purple tank-top.
"What was all the commotion about?" she asks.
"Oh, nothing much," you say. "She's all excited over Valentine's Day."
"That reminds me," she says as she sits on the couch and drapes her legs over yours. "We've been trying to make our baby for a time now, yes?"
"Yes..."
"And that holiday, Valentine's, is all about love, yes?"
"Yes..."
"What would you say if you and I had a whole day to ourselves, just to enjoy each other's company."
"That would be nice," you admit. "Flashfire could hang out with the Teen Titans, since she's interested in spending time with BeastBoy."
"And," Blackfire says as she smooths a leg against your chest, "what if on that day by ourselves, you and I... spent all afternoon... 'trying to make our baby'."
Blackfire's smile is so very naughty and suggestive that you understand right away.
"Really...?"
She nods. Now you are smiling.
"Now I'm anxious to get these next few weeks over with," you tease.
"Our new Valentine's Day Special will save you 50% off on all products!" the charismatic female narrator says. "So hurry to get your special someone something that'll show you truly love them!"
"Valentine's Day?" Flashfire asks. "What's that?"
"An Earth holiday all about love and romance," you explain. "I heard about it the other day."
Flashfire gasps, then squeals.
"When is it?! When is it?!"
"In a couple weeks," you say, surprised by her enthusiasm. "Which gives me plenty of time to find something for Blackfire."
"And I have just enough time to pick something out for BeastBoy!!"
"You two... are still together?" you say hesitantly.
"Of course," she answers, "why would you think otherwise?"
"Well, you just never seem to stick to one boy very long."
"Those are normal human boys. BeastBoy is different, in more ways then one. I'm going to start brainstorming ideas!"
Flashfire hurries off into her room as Blackfire enters the living room. She was dressed in tight, purple sweatpants and a little light-purple tank-top.
"What was all the commotion about?" she asks.
"Oh, nothing much," you say. "She's all excited over Valentine's Day."
"That reminds me," she says as she sits on the couch and drapes her legs over yours. "We've been trying to make our baby for a time now, yes?"
"Yes..."
"And that holiday, Valentine's, is all about love, yes?"
"Yes..."
"What would you say if you and I had a whole day to ourselves, just to enjoy each other's company."
"That would be nice," you admit. "Flashfire could hang out with the Teen Titans, since she's interested in spending time with BeastBoy."
"And," Blackfire says as she smooths a leg against your chest, "what if on that day by ourselves, you and I... spent all afternoon... 'trying to make our baby'."
Blackfire's smile is so very naughty and suggestive that you understand right away.
"Really...?"
She nods. Now you are smiling.
"Now I'm anxious to get these next few weeks over with," you tease.
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