Page 89 of Farborn

Another gasp and moan from them.

My cock is hard and throbbing, rubbing against the bed and about to explode from how sexy Olarte sounds. After the third time they come, I release my bite, sit up, and slide my cock inside their pouch, slowly stroking.

Bracing my hands on their chest, I smile down at them. “Now we’re even,” I tease.

They’re wearing a sexy smile and a glazed expression on their face. “I suppose we are, love.”

I lean in and kiss them as I pick up the pace of my strokes. “H’looder said we can stay here for as long as we want,” I tell them. “Let’s bring our stuff over tomorrow.”

“What about the hotel?”

I shake my head. “Let’s see what else H’looder can do for us. Other augmentations. I’m game.”

“All right,” they say. Their hands settle on my hips. “Whatever you wish.”

I have another reason I want to hang out here. Because H’looder mentioned something else earlier.

He thinks they’re close to perfecting the procedure so that we could have our own baby.

I want to be parents. If we need to adopt, that’s fine, too. But if there’s a chance we could have a biological child of our own…

Well, I’m not about to look that gift horse in the mouth.

Olarte’s hands tighten on my hips as they look up at me. “Are you certain, love?”

Oh, crap.They heard me think that.

I was kind of hoping for that to be a surprise.

I’ll have to remember that from now on. “Yeah, I’m certain.”

Joy blossoms in their heart—okay, so maybe this not keeping secrets thing won’t be so bad after all. “Thank you, love.”

I smile. “Gotta keep you happy since you put up with a slippery, cocky, farborn slut like me.”

“I would not wish to live my life without you.”

I kiss them as I start moving again, fucking them, no longer holding back. Olarte comes again, and then I explode. There is no way to explain the difference in orgasms now from before all of this.

I used to think sex was great.

That pales in comparison to what it is now.

It’s a transcendental experience.

I settle on Olarte’s chest, their arms around me and my wilting cock still buried inside their pouch.

I feel their breath in my hair, so warm against the top of my scalp.

“I did not know it was possible to love you more than I did earlier,” they say, “but I love you even more in this moment.”

I kiss their chin. “You’re not so bad yourself, big guy.” I smile as they lightly chuff in amusement.

Yeah, I now know what happiness is.

What peace feels like.

I finally have a home of my own, and I never have to leave them again.