XV.
Breath in my ear woke me in the morning. Jay was sleeping almost on top of me, sprawled out in a liquid induced coma. I moved him gently and his eyes opened to slits. He smiled and ran his hand over my cheek, I shuddered. His touch was so cold, perhaps he was truly feeling better. Replaced his hand with his tongue, idly meandering along the pores with liquid chill. Goosebumps and I pulled away. Demon eyes stared up at me from the mattress. I took a quick glance and made sure that Bobby wasn�t up here. Thankfully, he wasn�t.�Don�t you want me?� he asked softly, licking his lips.
�You�re sick.� Knew that he could tell I did...the tunic was just a little bit too tight in that area.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. �I feel fine.� Sound of skin on skin as he rubbed at the mark. �See? Am I screaming?� he asked, but I had seen him wince. Rustle of fabric and he sat up next to me, lapping at my neck. �Just let me taste you.�
�Jay, I�m not going to..� Then he was over me, smothering me with his kisses. I moaned, letting him do what he wanted for a few seconds. �You aren�t well, this is just from the stuff you drank.�
He stopped licking my chin and stared at me. �Then why not take advantage of it?� Mischief flared in his eyes, lighting the brown depths. �I don�t mind.� Sucked on my neck and I couldn�t stop it, I started trying to tear the chemise off of him. He paused and sighed in pleasure. His hands descended and started to unbuckle my belt, pull down my breeches. Cold all down my chest, then lingering around my cock. Small kiss on the head, then he took me in fully. I gasped in ecstasy, he licked around it, I could tell he was smiling. But was it the doped up smile from earlier or a more natural, demon-like smile? I didn�t know and at this point I �...ah...� didn�t care. The pressure was building so quickly, it had only been two days since the last time, why was it like it had been eons since he had touched me? I hated myself for this weakness, but when I saw him between my legs it all seemed worth it. One last thrust and I burst, thrilling to the feeling of him swallowing it, cleaning me up with his rosebud lips and his darting and inquisitive tongue.
Then he was fumbling with the front of his chemise and giving me pleading looks. �I can�t get it untied.� he whined, �Wanna fuck you so bad...� I rolled my eyes teasingly and helped him. It was true, his skin didn�t hold that same hue anymore, it seemed that it was slowly acquiring a more healthy glow, the wounds weren�t as red, the mark not as prominent. That didn�t matter as I looked down. He still had that doped up smile, that glazed over gaze of amusement.
�Do you really feel better?� I asked. Feel of him rubbing his head against my chest, fingers drizzling downwards and inside. I gasped as he finally reached his goal and cold entered me. It only took him a few seconds to find that spot, but when he found it my question suddenly had no meaning. Squirmed in anticipation, a finger was nice, but so was a cock, so was... Bit on my arm as he pushed in, his lips instantly falling to caress mine, I wanted him so bad. My legs moved to pull him closer, he moaned as I encouraged him to thrust. Lust and desire mixed together and expanded, I screamed in ecstasy as I came, he covered my mouth with his own, ever mindful of the fact that Arthur and Bobby were most likely downstairs. Muffled outbursts then quiet.
�You have to look pregnant.� I said later. He laughed, my head rested on his chest, the blanket haphazardly covering us. Bobby and Arthur had kept away, even though we were supposed to be doing work downstairs. Maybe they had heard us...don�t think about that.�Why? It�s not like I�m actually going to be having a kid.� he said, rubbing at the mark. I took his hand and put it back down on the blanket, licking at the mark until his eyes closed and he moaned softly.
�Arthur thinks you�re pregnant. And we will have to get a kid sooner or later...� I said.
�Oh Gods, not a baby.�
�If we pretend there�s a miscarriage there�ll have to be remains and Arthur already thinks you had one...he�ll want us to keep trying. Do you really want to be perpetually pretending to be pregnant?� Looked up at him and he shut his eyes, shaking his head slowly.
�Not really...But where the fuck are we gonna get a baby?�
�There are ways.� I said.
�Oh come on! Who in their right mind would give us a baby?!� I bit at his nipple and he rolled his eyes. �Fine, I�ll look pregnant.� Smiled up at him. �You know, you�re the one they should think is the child of the devil. Manipulative little bastard.� he whispered, kissing me gently.
After a lot of adjusting and apples, Jay looked like a lumpy Madonna. Now he had breasts and a little swell in his belly, a swell that just might be considered to hold a baby, but not quite. �Next time you get to pretend to be the woman.� he grumbled.�When we decided you were kind of out of it.� I said. He snorted and patted at the front.
I hugged him. �You�re still sexy to me.�
Arthur came up the stairs and opened the curtain. �Are you two lovebirds still...hey..what a fine little baby you�ve got growing there!� he said, rushing over to touch Jay�s stomach. Jay tittered and acted the part of a bashful woman, but he was giving me disgusted looks as Arthur�s touches grew longer and more intimate. �I�m sure it�ll grow up to be as beautiful as you.� He kissed Jay on the cheek and then turned to me. Jay said nothing and seemed to be retreating into the shell he had created in the village.
�Well, we really should get downstairs and prepare dinner, shouldn�t we?� I suggested, taking Arthur�s arm and leading him out the door. Jay stood and stared at me, emotion gone. �Come on Jay, we need to fix dinner!� I said. He nodded, still no expression showing, and followed me.