Chapter 35:

Chapter 35:
“How does that work?” -Cassidy

Cassidy:

I am stunned when Remington’s hand wraps around my shaft as he kisses me. His long slender fingers feel amazing and for the first time ever I notice an eclectic like tingle as he touches me, faint but growing. I had heard of myths with Fated mates feeling tingles, but those have long been considered just old fables.  This was no fable or myth, this was real and when Remi holds our lengths together in one hand, pumping them I moan more loudly than I intend to. This is unbelievable!

I throw my head back and rest it against the shower wall and Remi’s lips find my collar bone as he continues pumping us together until I can’t take it anymore and come in intense spurts. 

“Re…Remi! Oh! Goddess! Rem-i! FUCK!” I moan loudly. 

Remi continues pumping using my spend to slick his cock and then moans against my skin as he blows his load which sprays up all over my chest.

“Fuck! If it’s that intense just from your hand and cock against mine, I can’t wait for you to stretch my ass with that huge cock of yours!” I gasp and moan, still feeling the aftershocks of our pleasure.

Remi smiles against my chest before saying, “the feeling is mutual, Cass.”

I reach around him and turn the shower on, quickly adjusting it so we don’t freeze or burn. The warm wetness awakens the beautiful marks on Remi and new designs swirl and curl up his abdomen. His eyes meet mine and he gasps as I tentatively touch one of the gorgeous furls. He moans and nods, silently agreeing to let me trace it like I want to.

“You are so beautiful and these are amazing!” I whisper against his ear.

“I’ve never…I haven’t…let anyone…touch…my…furls…other than you,” he moans and pants in pleasure. 

“So, I’m the first one?” I ask.

“You’ll be the only one if you really mean it, Cass!” He says on a high moan and one of the furls opens to what looks like a shimmering frond and I feel pleasurable tingles as the almost translucent leaf caresses me in a most sensual way. With a gasp Remi moans, “Shit! I’m…spores… come…oh…fu-u-ck!”

Tingles and green sparks coat me as Remi shoots another load and to my surprise, I follow. 

“Don’t worry. It’s rare that you will get pregnant, without one of us fertilizing the other from inside before hand… but it is possible,” Remi whispers shyly.

“How does that work?” I ask. 

“It’s not like human or werewolf pregnancy, but the spores will need to stay against your skin until they are larger, or against mine, if I let you top me. Once they are fertilized and reach mature enough stages, we can take turns keeping them against us. The baby will grow in a green egg-like sack that looks like a bundle of tightly grouped fern leaves and then will unfurl when it is time for them to be born,” Remi explains.

“We could be fathers!? Together?” I ask. 

“Yeah. We could have children who match both of us genetically and are indeed our children, but the process is unique and fairly well guarded by fern fae,” Remi says as he washes the spores and cum off of me. “It’s a delicate process, especially the first hours and days.”

“Goddess, you are amazing and I never wanted children with a woman, but…you…we could have children!” I exclaim excitedly. “I want us to…not right now, of course! When we have marked and mated and decide we are ready! I suppose we need to be extra careful about shower sex and tropical places.”

Remi laughs and continues washing us both up then kisses me on his tiptoes while trying to scrub my hair.

“You are so fucking adorable! Thank you for washing me, but I am capable of doing it myself,” I say when he pulls back from the kiss. 

“I want to take care of you, Cassidy. It’s what I have always wanted, to take care of you and make you feel loved, appreciated and happy,” Remington replies. 

My heart swells and I smile softly, leaning down so that he can more easily scrub my hair. 

“Now, about these crazy bitches who think they can get a piece of what’s mine…” Remi says with a playful but snarky attitude that is so unlike the Remington I am used to. “What do I have to do to put them all in their places?”

“Just be you. None of them can have me. I am one thousand percent yours for as long as you want me and you won’t get rid of me that easily,” I reply.

Remi lets me wash his hair after he washes mine and then we get out of the shower and dry ourselves off. Remi’s furls slowly fade and he does a little shiver as they disappear completely. He is magnificent.

We don’t sleep naked because Remi is too shy about it, so we both pull boxers on, but he agrees that we can remain shirtless. We will work up to sleeping together naked and all the other stuff. 

As we settle beneath the covers, I smile at Remi and pull him against me, then kiss him on the top of his head while breathing in his delightful scent. 

“Goodnight, Remington. I love you,” I murmur, sleepily. 

“Night, Cass. I love you more,” Remi giggles in a soft, sleepy tone and then kisses my chest and nuzzles into me. 

Everything feels right in the world aas I drift off to sleep.

Furls and fronds surround me and mushrooms pop up out of nowhere in the dark landscape and I am running. Why am I running. The ground sucks at my feet and when I look down I am pregnant. A huge belly like that of a pregnant woman grows on me and my feet are in mud, suddenly all the women I have been with over the years start rising out of the mud and I try to get away but I can’t.

I wake up with a start. A cold sweat coats my brow and I look down, patting my body. Remi lays next to me. He tosses and sits up, worry creasing his brow.

“What’s wrong, Cass?” Remi asks.

“I had a nightmare…it’s strange…it’s stupid…I was pregnant and ferns and mushrooms surrounded me until mud tried to swallow me and I was pregnant, but not like you described…like a female human or werewolf…then women…all the women I have been with rose from the mud, trying to get me and I couldn’t get away,” I spit out in a panicked voice.

“It’s your guilt. You’ll need to work through it. I don’t hold anything against you, Cass…you thought you were straight. You were straight. You are only gay for me,” Remi says with a smile. “I’m one fucking lucky guy!”

“You have no idea how amazing you are! I’m the lucky one…it just took me a long time to understand what I feel,” I admit.

“Come here, you big lug and let me snuggle you back to sleep,” Remi says. “Tomorrow we can find you a therapist to help you get over your guilt.”

“Do I look insane?” I ask. “On second thought, don’t answer that!”

“Therapy doesn’t mean you are insane. It just means you have stuff to work through. I went to one for years. In fact, I should have gone back to one years ago, when I realised I was in love with you and thought we could never be together. Maybe, I wouldn’t have been so snippy if I did,” Remi sighs. 

“I’m glad you were snippy, I say. “It hurt me enough to make me realize my feelings for you.”

“So my nasty moods made you love me?” Remi asks with one brow raised and a smirk. He knows it is sort of true in a roundabout way.

“Yup, just beat me up and call me pretty and I’m putty in your hands,” I snort.

“Seriously? Because…I always wanted to try spanking and maybe some other light BDSM,” Remi asks. 

This time I raise a brow at him and smirk.