Reborn as a Side Character in the Beastworld

Sweet Lemons

Harvey told me that based on the cub's current growth, I can expect to give birth in fifteen to nineteen days from now. It was so fast. I didn't feel prepared. I still only had one mate and the cold season was coming. Normally female foxes have their estrus in the drizzle season, not the rainy season, but because mine had always been irregular, I hadn't thought much of it. Now that I was pregnant, anxiety over surviving the cold season was at the forefront of my thoughts.

After Harvey left, Winston and I curled up together and did our nightly ritual of telling each other about our day and our plans for tomorrow. Just as we had both been quiet and Winston's breathing was become soft and steady, I vocalized the thoughts I'd been having for a few days now.

"Winston? Are you asleep?"

"Hmm? Not yet. Is everything ok? Can't sleep?" He mumbled sleepily.

"It's about Harvey..." I started, hesitant.

"You want him as a mate." A statement. Not a question.

My observant lover had already noticed. "I wish to know your opinion."

"He's weak." He said bluntly.

Winston wasn't wrong. Harvey could not keep me safe from violence. But strength was not always physical in nature. He was intelligent and his skills as a healer would be a great benefit to any family. He was also gentle, especially around cubs. Honestly, he'd probably be a better mom than I will. I had initially wanted to find another mate with at least three stripes, but Harvey had managed to impress me time and again these past few weeks. I had finally decided to be honest to myself about wanting to keep him by my side. But I didn't want to make the decision arbitrarily.

Winston spoke before I could make my case. "But he's a good healer. He also cooks better than I can. You'll need someone to help with the cub when I'm not home. If you're asking for my approval, you have it. Though, I would approve of anything you wanted." He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you, Winston. I will propose the idea to him tomorrow and see what he thinks. He may not even want to be my mate.

He grumbled. "Then he wouldn't be nearly as smart as I thought he was."

I giggled. What a nice way of saying 'he's a dumbass if he refuses you'.

"I love you, Winston."

Suddenly I was being squeezed by Winston's bone crushing hug and his tail was tapping a happy beat.

"You've never told me that before." he said with honey dripping from his eyes.

"Hmmm. You're right. I should say it again. Winston, I love you." I smiled at him.

He rolled me onto my back and started kissing me furiously. One hand caressed my face while the other propped himself up so he wasn't putting pressure on my stomach.

"Mmmm!" I moaned into his passionate lips. He licked and sucked at my tongue in a starving manner. His hand trailed softly down my neck, across my shoulder blade and down to my breast. It stayed there for a moment as he massaged another few moans out of me, before moving down. It tickled across my larger by the day belly, down across my hips until it finally arrived at its planned destination between my thighs.

The kiss had already made me slick and pregnancy horniness was no joke. He stroked my lower lips with his fingers, wetting them before slowly pushing in two at once. My hips rose to meet them but after only a few strokes, Winston stopped and pulled them out. I whined in protest.

He moved off and lay down next to me. He used his strong arm to pull my body so my back was against his chest in the little spoon position. He kissed my neck as his hand spread my legs and bent my knee before going back to my aching entrance. His fingers made their way inside again and danced in a come-hither motion while the callouses on his palm added the perfect amount of friction to my sensitive clit.

The kissing of my neck intensified to sucking as the beat of his fingers increased. The pressure built quickly and as the flood gates released, I moaned his name. His lips stayed where they were as a bucked a wreathed. When I had calmed, he finally released the hold his lips had on my neck. I was sure the hickey would be clearly visible to all at the slightest glance when I went out tomorrow.

With the hand that had brought me to my climax, he spread my thighs apart a little more and I could feel the head of his shaft against my vulva, searching for the perfect angle. When he found it, he pushed in with a satisfied grunt.

We had been very active in bed since it was just the two of us alone each night. The nightly exercises had helped to ease the discrepancy between our sizes. Now, with one push, he was able to enter me fully, like a sheath made just for him.

"Bailey." He growled my name. "My Bailey. You feel so good."

He held my hips in a strong grasp as he pulled himself out at a torturously slow pace. When only the head of his shaft was still inside, he thrust himself back into the hilt. My cervix was deliciously kissed as he repeated the motion, slow and careful.

He took his time savoring the feel of my body as I clenched and pulsed in harmony with his movements. It felt so good to be connected like this, but it wasn't enough to bring me.

"More." I begged.

He didn't ask 'more what?' because he knew what I wanted. The fingers that held my hip went back to my hot nib and pressed down, rubbing in small circles. He pressed and pushed our bodies closer together as he increased his pace little by little. Our connection heated more and more and I felt myself melting, merging with him.

We both panted as the pace and pleasure increased. His rhythm faltered.

"Close." He growled in my ear.

I didn't say 'me too'. My moans were enough for him to comprehend.

The heat built and spread until the vessel that was my body broke and the molten pleasure poured over my every nerve. Winston thrust hard and deep three more times before his own climax poured into me, hot as lava.

We flew in ecstasy together for a time. Just as I started to fall asleep, a cool damp cloth against my nether region told me he was cleaning us up. When he was done, he laid down beside me. His lips pressed against my temple and just before my consciousness faded, I heard him whisper, "I love you, Bailey.".