25. Skylar

Chapter twenty-five

Skylar

I soon learned that Hierophant Wolfsbane was a man of his word. Unlike my parents and previous lovers, on every single promise my minotaur Daddy made to me, he delivered.

Within a week of my return to the Dragonback Mountains, Hiero proposed to me in a field of wildflowers on the same mountain’s peak where we’d stop to gaze out upon all the realms during our very first date.

“In all my years of searching, I’ve never found a heart as true as yours,” he told me, then he got down on one knee and presented me with a smaller, more elegant version of his clan’s signet ring. “Skylar Larkspur, will you spend the rest of your life with me?”

“I absolutely will,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“Forever my fae darling,” he said, then gathered me in his strong arms and kissed me deeply. Soon after we were joined by friends and family who toasted our engagement with sparkling cider. We celebrated late into the night with fireworks and food, Hiero’s kin regaling me with their shared memories and playing music around a bonfire until dawn. I sang my heart out and when I grew tired, fell asleep on a blanket by the fire with my betrothed steadfast by my side.

The wedding was a simple but beautiful affair, held on that same mountaintop a few weeks later with the entirety of the Wolfsbane Clan present. There was much singing and dancing and revelry all round. I wore a crown of flowers and white gossamer pants with a matching peasant blouse because my baby bump was now starting to show. Hiero wore his leather pants, motorcycle boots, a black dress shirt, and the silver chain I’d given him as a token of my affection. It was easily the happiest day of my life.

My only guest was Monica, as my parents never showed or even bothered to respond to my invitation, but my bitterness was soon replaced by gratitude for the shifter clan that had adopted me as their own. They became more of a family to me with each passing day.

Soon after the wedding, Hiero and I spent a magical week down by the coast in a little beachside shack where we made love everyday to the sounds of the waves caressing the sand. That was also where I learned my Daddy had a bondage kink, and through extensive experimentation, he even figured out a way to bind my wings.

When we arrived back home, I discovered much to my surprise that a stone mason had already begun work on the foundation of what was to be our new family home. Hiero let me help design the interior, making sure the master bedroom had ample closet space for my growing collection of Oleander originals as well as a bathroom large enough to accommodate my various beautification rituals. Monica had gasped, eyes bugging, when she saw it, but even more so when I showed her her room for when she visited, which had a bathroom almost as big as mine.

And I got my balcony, too.

It was on that balcony, next to a trellis of moonflowers, where I sat sipping my hibiscus tea while looking out over the pastures of clover just starting to push up through the ground. It had been almost a year since I’d arrived here in the Dragonback Mountains and found refuge in my minotaur Daddy’s loving embrace. Now it was spring again and everything was in bloom, including myself. I was due to give birth any day, the exact date being hard to pin down because fae pregnancies varied, and I wasn’t altogether sure of my conception date either. We didn’t know the baby’s gender or exact species, but I looked forward to welcoming Tiny Toes into our family, one that was safe and loving and built on all the values that Hiero and I held dear.

I glanced back to our behemoth of a bed where my minotaur Daddy was just starting to stir. He blinked open his sleepy eyes and saw me out on the balcony.

“Come here, gorgeous,” he called in a rough voice. I set my tea on the table and waddled my way back to bed. “What are you doing up so early?” he asked, kissing my hair and my neck, scenting me as he’d had a habit of doing whenever we’d been apart for even a few hours. I’d asked him about it once, and he told me the smell of my skin soothed him. I supposed it was the same for me.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said. I’d been uncomfortable lying down lately despite the many pillows Hiero insisted I have to bolster my growing body. “And I have a million things to do today. The nursery still needs to be organized, and there are some meals I’d like to prepare, and I think there are weeds growing in the garden beds out front.”

“Nope,” he said, still half-asleep.

“What do you mean, nope?” I asked.

“You’re not doing any of that today.”

“I’m not?”

“It’s all being taken care of.”

“By who?”

“Our friends and family are taking care of it. Frito and Frankie are coming over to weed the garden. Enid wants to work on the nursery. And Aunt Mabel is making meals.”

Aunt Mabel had certainly come around, congratulating me at our wedding for making an “honest man” out of her nephew.

“I like the way you say ‘our friends and family,’” I confessed.

“They’re yours now too, for better or worse.”

“Then what am I going to do?”

“Be my boy. ”

A delicious thrill coursed through me. Suddenly, none of the tasks I’d planned for the day seemed nearly as important as being good for my Daddy.

“I’m your boy every day,” I reminded him.

“Then be my boy, naked,” he said and tugged on the thin, silk robe I’d been wearing to ward off the morning chill. I let it fall freely from my shoulders, the crisp spring air sending a rash of goosebumps across my chest and tightening my nipples. Hiero had researched midwives in the area who were experienced with delivering fae, and after choosing Callista for the important task, he’d asked a lot of questions about safe practices during sex. Our midwife probably knew more about our kinks than Monica. It meant that I trusted him to use me without causing harm to me or our growing child.

“Pretty fae,” Daddy said, rubbing one callused finger over the tightened nub of my nipple, then pinching just beneath the bud until it secreted a sticky golden substance. My chest was slightly swollen and my areolas were as big as silver coins. My nipples were tender all the time. When Daddy teased them like this, it nearly drove me wild.

“The midwife said this means you’re close,” he murmured as he lapped at the nectar with his long tongue, which sent an erotic thrill through me, to be sharing my body with both our child and my Daddy. I moaned without meaning to, and his hand moved to my hard cock, softly stroking .

“Yes, I feel it coming. Any day now,” I said. My body was a seed pod ready to burst open. I was nervous about the labor part of it, but I couldn’t wait to meet our child.

“Remember VIP night?” Daddy said.

“How could I forget?” I purred, recalling the night of utter debauchery a few moon-cycles ago.

“You were so sexy, dressed all in red, wrapped like a ribbon around that pole, and then around my cock.”

“My favorite place to be,” I said, slipping deeper into a state of sultry arousal my minotaur never failed to inspire.

His sticky fingers drifted to my swollen belly where he gently caressed, then he gripped my hardened shaft again and squeezed. “Open up for Daddy,” he said, so I spread my legs wide so he could see what he’d done to me. I was slick already, my hole aching to be filled.

“You’re wet,” he said, pleased by it.

“Your fault,” I said, not a complaint.

“Your body is a wonder. Every time I think I’ve mastered it, I find another surprise waiting for me.”

“I’m yours to discover, Daddy.”

He covered me with his body, careful not to put too much weight on my abdomen, and arranged the pillows so that I was propped up like a doll in our little sex nest. Then he took one of my feet in his big hands and started to gently massage. I groaned from the utter relief.

“You spoil me too much,” I said, making no attempt to stop him.

“You deserve it. You do so much for me, even when I tell you not to.”

“Not so much anymore,” I said. He’d insisted I stop working the floor of Church when my belly got so big that customers would knock into me accidentally. Instead, he’d taught me how to mix drinks, so I could work behind the bar with him. He kept a big comfy chair for me back there too, and made me sit down more often than I needed. I was also keeping the books, ever since we’d discovered I had a talent for sums, and I handled the contracts with vendors too, since some of them were worse than common thieves. Takes one to know one, I guess.

“You do plenty for me, baby boy, not to mention you’re growing our child. That’s a heavy lift all on its own.”

“I like doing things for you, Daddy. Sexy things too.” My voice was low and heavy as I played with my nipples, making them ooze more of the glistening ambrosia. My cock needed attention too, but it was too far out of reach. And besides, that was Daddy’s domain now.

“Are you seducing me, pretty fae,” he said, nostrils flaring.

“Is it working?” I asked, pressing my fingers to my lips.

Instead of answering, he directed his gaze downward. “Looks awfully swollen down here. That pup’s going to come any day now.”

“Better get in while you can,” I said.

“Darling, I intend to. Hands on the headboard now. ”

I reached up to grip the wrought iron bars, wondering if he planned to blindfold me and truss me up in silks, then torment me endlessly until I begged him for release, a cruel but delicious game.

“Like this?” I asked and raised both legs as far as I could, putting myself in the best position for breeding.

“Need some more pillows?” he asked, stuffing a few more to support my legs.

“No need to be so careful. I won’t break.”

“I’m not taking any chances with you.” Lying on his stomach, he positioned my bottom so that he could get at my hole with his tongue, eating me out with the same zeal that he devoured his sweet clover salads.

Eyes closed, I didn’t see him moving until his hot mouth was anchored to one of my nipples while his fingers pinched the other. He sucked hard and the unexpected sensation made me orgasm instantly, splashing ropes of cum across my swollen belly.

“Messy as always,” he remarked with a devious grin. “And Daddy didn’t give you permission.” He swatted one of my thighs with his tail.

“But you made me,” I protested, feeling bad for breaking his rule, even unintentionally. “Goddess what if that happens when the baby comes?”

He shrugged. “Then the baby’s not going to be the only one needing a nappy. ”

“Hierophant Wolfsbane,” I protested as he snickered at my misfortune.

“Skylar Wolfsbane,” he teased me back.

“Are you going to punish me?”

“Yep. Ten swats as a reminder.”

“Only ten?” I asked, for that was just a warm up.

“Ten, you greedy thing. You don’t want your backside to be sore when you go into labor, but if you keep misbehaving, I’ll make you do something truly terrible like put your feet up and read a book.”

Daddy knew how much I detested taking it easy, unless it was for the pursuit of pleasure. He cleaned up my mess with his tongue, and I rolled onto my stomach to position myself on all fours, my belly resting against the soft bedding underneath me and my cock and balls hanging out there in the open, vulnerable to his discipline too. Everything was swollen and sensitive and oozing like sap.

“Ready, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He swatted me with his tail, counting out the lashes out in his stern Daddy voice. The impact was far less than his hand but still had a pleasant bite that made the surface of my skin sizzle and burn.

“Daddy,” I cried out, near tears already from the influx of sensation, especially after just coming so unexpectedly. “You’re going to make me break your rule again.”

“Better not,” he warned and taking mercy on me, rearranged the pillows to support my weight fully in order to mount me from behind. His rough fingers traced where Monica had tattooed his horns on my back. Even though there was too much daylight to see them, he’d memorized their shape and touched me there whenever he could. At the bar, I kept the tattoo covered up, so that only my Daddy could see it, our little secret.

“Baby boy,” he hummed with contentment, “Take a deep breath now.” Without any further preparation, he started stretching me open by slow, torturous degrees, leaving me breathless and begging for more. The head of his cock popped inside, and he paused there, waiting for my body to catch up to my ambition. My channel throbbed around him and I wanted nothing more than to feel the whole of him inside me.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “So sweet and ripe and ready to pop. Come up here with me now. I want to hold you in my arms while I make love to you.”

I boosted myself up, and with one big arm wrapped across my chest and the other cradling my belly, my minotaur made himself at home. But he was going far too slow and being too careful besides. “Daddy, I won’t break,” I said, impatient for the main event to begin.

“Don’t sass me, sweet thing. You’ve already broken one rule today. I’ll figure out a way to put you over my knee if I must.”

You must, I thought with anticipation, tempted to press my luck, but I was soon distracted by the intense pressure that was building in my bottom as I savored the sweet ache of penetration. He pulled out nearly all the way, then drove back in deep, holding me up so that I was weightless in his arms.

“Moan for me, Skylar,” he whispered, his breath hot in my ear. “I want to hear all your pretty noises, little breeder.”

I gave him what he wanted, all of my earthy groans and whimpers of pleasure, while trying to not let the influx of sensation overwhelm me.

“Such a good boy,” he murmured, so I milked his cock then to show him just how good I could be. Growling, he finally gave into his baser instincts and started fucking me in earnest. Goddess, there was nothing like being hollowed out by Daddy’s big dick. I couldn’t reach my own cock, and besides that, I wasn’t allowed, so I reached up and grabbed onto Daddy's horns, pushing my ass out for more.

“Beg for it, boy,” he rasped as my musical moans filled the air. “Let me hear my songbird sing.”

“Daddy please, right there. Goddess, it feels so good. Don’t stop. Don't ever stop.”

“I’m going to have to soundproof these walls. Don’t want our lovemaking to wake the baby.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes. I’m going to… Please, Daddy, may I?” I wailed.

“Please what, Skylar?” he said because he loved to torture me.

“Please, Daddy, may I come? ”

“With me,” he grunted and didn’t even bother with my cock as he continued thrusting. My dick slapped against my stomach, and I took everything he gave me, waiting until I felt him twitch and seize inside me before I finally let go.

We came in tandem, each of our climaxes triggering the other, just as he’d trained me to do. I soared above the physical realm for a precious few moments in a cloud of euphoria only to land a little while later and find myself sweaty and breathless and sticky all over. Daddy still held me close to him, kissing my cheek and my hair, whispering that I was precious and adored. I let his sweet words go straight to my head. Funny enough, I believed him.

“God, how I love you,” he murmured as if confessing it to a higher power.

Words were not enough to convey my feelings for him, they never were, but Goddess, I tried. “I love you too. You're everything I've ever wanted in a lover and a husband.”

“And I love seeing you this way,” Daddy said softly and pushed the sweaty tendrils of hair from my forehead.

“Bloated?” I teased.

“Round, Skylar, not bloated. Pregnant and vulnerable and craving my touch. I love fucking you while knowing our child is inside you, growing stronger every day. I told you before, your body is a marvel, and to watch you blossom like this…” He dropped his gaze before meeting my eyes again. “I’m so grateful you’ve chosen to share this with me.”

“Are you trying to make me cry?” I said, for it took only the slightest ness these days to get me going, and I could only blame the hormones for so much.

“You’re safe with me, Skylar, and so is our child, I want you to know that,” he said earnestly.

I nodded, my throat tight and my eyes blinking rapidly to ward off tears. “I do know that. You’ve proven it to me every day. I love our little family. Come lay with me now before I fall apart. It’s my turn to care for you.”

He relaxed beside me, and I held his head to my chest so I could stroke his hair, careful to mind his horns.

“Any day now,” he murmured, rubbing my stomach. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Are you nervous?”

“I have every confidence that Callisto will help us through.”

He glanced up at me. “Yes, but are you nervous, darling?”

“A little,” I admitted. Childbirth was shrouded in secrecy in Emrallt Valley, and generally involved having a sorcerer on hand, which made it all the more mystical, and not in a good way. Shifters were more open about birth, but there were still a lot of unknowns as to what I could expect, especially if the child was part bull. Hopefully the flexibility of the fae would serve me well.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he reassured me. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you. ”

“Like always?” I asked and he nodded. “There’s a full moon tomorrow night. Perhaps then.”

“I can’t wait to meet him. Or her.”

Or they, I thought, for the fae were fluid.

“I hope she has your eyes,” he said and gazed up at me as if I’d given him the world.

“I hope he has your horns and your stubborn attitude.”

He chuckled. “Me, stubborn? I hope she has your sass and your cheeky sense of humor.”

I smiled back at him. I never had to censor my feelings or tone myself down for Hiero. He loved my brattiness and my dramatic flair, and when I was overwrought with emotion, Daddy had the ability to soothe me and make me feel safe in his steady, loving care.

“Whomever they are or turn out to be, I know they’ll be perfect for us,” I said.

I dwelled in my happy daydream of hugs and cuddles and games of chase through fields of clover. Of Hiero boosting our child onto his broad shoulders and skipping stones at the creek behind our house. Of picnics at the beach and birthday parties and tending to the many hurts of childhood. I couldn’t wait to experience all of that with Hiero, the opportunity to give our child a happy home.

“You’ve made me the happiest fae alive, Hierophant Wolfsbane,” I said to my lover, my husband, and my wonderful minotaur Daddy .

“You’ve made me a proud Daddy twice over, pretty fae. Ever since that night you waltzed into my bar and offered to blow me, you’ve changed my life forever.”

“I was a messy bitch,” I admitted.

“Still are at times,” he teased and I gave him a little shove. “But I like a little mess.” He grinned. “Now, are you going to be a good boy for me today and do exactly as I tell you and let me pamper and spoil you as much as I wish?”

There were really only two words I needed to say to convey my trust, love, and devotion to the man who loved and cherished me, messiness and all.

“Yes, Daddy.”