Unintended Intruder - 10
From across the sea there were mountains, and high above all things where nests. Among these high places, above cities and clouds, lived majestic monsters. So grand were they, that the whole of the world feared them. So awesome to behold, that they were hunted to the last. But once upon a time, a single clutch survived. Some were smashed, others were hidden, and after a time they faded off into the land of dreams.
Atop mountainous heights, at hallowed hew,
Lurked majestic monsters from eggs which grew.
Once earthen bound, then ranging the sky,
Once mythic tale, now fabled lie.
From timeless places, of ever sleep,
Rise up from dreaming, your children keep.
Abigale burst from her slumber and rushed to the bathroom where she began puking harshly. The fire in her belly wretched out of her, clenching muscles and projecting bile until at last she settled back on her knees and tried to catch her breath.
"Fucking morning sickness," she muttered, knowing it was only a matter of time before this whole thing got the better of her. "Holy baby-bump!" She shouted as she leaned back and looked down at the small bulge in her stomach. It had only been a week but somehow she had managed to begin to show and she began to wonder if her pregnancy would survive the month.
"Good thing I decided to keep you," she chuckled as she rubbed her belly. A cooing sound was almost audible in her mind. An odd sensation tickled inside of her like a kitten turning a half-dozen times before curling up and then settling.
The clock said 2pm, and she realized there was not sure how she had gotten into her bed. A quick walk-through her apartment confirmed the lack of Terry, but she discovered a sticky-note attached to a recently rinsed out milk carton:
Sorry I could not stay, but I was so hungry when I got up and I would have felt bad eating all of your food. I hope we can do this again sometime soon. See you at the store!
Love,
Terry
P.S. You're out of milk.
A smug smirk stayed on her face as she donned her favorite robe and moved to her window to peer out at the gray of a storm. She wondered what near and uncertain future awaited her and this new life. Would he be normal? Would she birth a monster into the world?
The questions dragged her away from the window onto the smooth leather cushions of her couch, but this did not squelch the movement of her inner muscles. A light gasp emitted from her lips like a gentle snowflake, causing her hand to settling upon a hardened nipple. A multitude of gentle twists drew blood to the surface and soon her other hand was breaching the lower folds of her robe. The easy rubbing increased her breathing, tightened her muscles, then released a trickle of honey which soaked the back of her robe with a strong smelling sweetness.
The condition of her body made her bouts of ecstasy worse, but she was so sore that she did not want to engage in any more of this type of activity. I need to lay off the sex for the rest of the day... no sooner had she thought this then her passenger seemed to dig into her with a hard bout of desire which made her curse.
"Un-hand me child!" she gasped as she curled her legs to her chest. "You've gotten all you want! Can't you just be a good boy for a little while? Just a little while?"
The sensation settled but the sound of her cellphone forced her to stand. A few paces later she gripped the chirping device and clicked the green button.
"Yeah?"
"So how'd it go?" Marcy's voice asked with eager enthusiasm.
"Oh... great!"
"Well Terry can barely walk so I'm guessing it's better than great!"
"Marcy," Abigale said as she laid back onto her bed, "I'm really sore and extra pregnant-"
"Extra pregnant?" Marcy paused to laugh and Abigale braced for whatever joke her friend was preparing for her. "There's not a lot of 'sort of' here. I kinda figured it was one of those black or white things. You either are or you aren't!" Marcy began laughing but Abigale could manage only a weak chuckle. "Dang, girl... you really are tired."
"Ya," Abigale sighed. "It's really working fast. I've got a baby-bump."
"Wha?"
"Yeah... looks like I'm a few months into it."
"Damn," Marcy said with a giggle. "Well, do you mind if I barrow Terry? Or do you want to be there?"
"Uhm..." Abigale paused and thought of whether she wanted to be there or not. A slight pain of jealousy seemed to sizzle through her but she could not tell which one she was more jealous toward. Part of her sizzled at the idea of another woman touching Terry, but she also wanted to kick Terry's ass when she thought of him impregnating her old friend and lover. "Maybe I should be there, Marcy. I might never get another chance like this one."
"Too true," Marcy told her, "Threesomes are a very rare event, in real life." A dramatic sigh released from her lips which concerned Abigale.
"What's wrong?"
"I hate to say it, Abbs, but I'm not really looking forward to this."
"But... I thought you liked the idea!"
"Of being a mom... with you... but..."
"It's alright," Abigale said in a soothing tone. "Everything will be alright."
"I know... I'm just not too keen on the idea of letting a man into me like this. Even thought it's Terry... I mean... you know I'm a lesbian, right?"
"Oh," Abigale started, biting her lip at how she had somehow forgotten that detail. "Yeah, I know."
"I don't mean Bi, Abbs," Marcy said loudly. "I mean gay! True gay! I don't like men at all!"
"So... you need me there?"
"You're damn right I need you there! This isn't just a passing phase for me. I want to be feeling on you when I'm getting all spermed up. Otherwise..."
"Alright, Love," Abigale said with a giggle, and then realized the word which had just slipped from her mouth. A small smile returned to her face as she listened to the silence on the other end of the line. With that said, she decided to test out another line. "I love you, Marcy." It felt right... it felt very right...
"I love you too, Abbs," Marcy finally managed to say, the sound of a sniff strained her voice as she obviously tried not to cry. "Oh... I love you so much... I... I'll see ya tonight."
Then the line went dead.