Chapter 39:

Chapter 39:
"Remington? Can you…do you…how are you with being kinky?" -Cassidy

Cassidy:

Oh goddess! I’m laying in a nest of moss feeling as if my body is jelly after Remington not only filled my ass with his cum, but pissed on me and sucked me dry. I don’t think anyone has ever made me scream and moan as much as he did. I don’t know how he can be up cleaning our messes and ordering lunch, but he is. 

“How are you feeling, Cass?” Remi says, leaning against one of the larger trees wearing a pair of loose lounge pants and smiling. “I’m going to pull this shirt on so I am dressed when the food arrives, but I just want to know if I need to draw you a bath…you know, to soak your ass and soothe the sting.”

“Mmm…no. Baby. I have werewolf healing. You can pound me again before bedtime. I also have Alpha stamina and I am guessing you know what that means,” I chuckle. 

“Good. very few bottoms can handle me more than once or twice a week, even those with werewolf healing,” Remi laughs. “We really are meant for each other, because I have a much higher sex drive than anyone realizes.”

“Honestly? I never would have imagined being a bottom, but now I can’t imagine not being a bottom…being your bottom,” I reply. “No one would believe it if we ever told them. They probably all think you are the bottom with how pretty you are and all that.”

“Thank you, but I still don’t understand why you think I am pretty,” Remi says with a blush covering his cheeks.

I stretch and rub my abdomen. The sun coming through the thick canopy of leaves around me, and the warmth of this room feels wonderful. Everything feels extra beautiful.

“I love you, Remi,” I groan as I stretch with a satisfied smile on my lips. 

“I love you too, Cass,” Remington chuckles. “Lunch should be here in a minute and we can eat wherever you want.”

“Can we eat right here? I love it here,” I ask.

“Yes and it’s a good thing you love it there because you will be spending a lot of time there or in our bed for as long as we are together,” Remington replies.

I love this bossy side of him. I wonder how bossy my best friend gets in bed and in relationships? I feel my cock twitch despite being completely spent. It turns me one, the idea of Remington bossing me around, maybe even spanking me.

It occurs to me that perhaps, I always wanted him to spank me and make me be a good boy. My nipples pebble and I feel desire pooling low in my abdomen.

“Remington? Can you…do you…how are you with being kinky? Maybe dominating me?” I ask.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll give it a try,” Remington chuckles. “Remember, I haven’t really explored kinks, but you uncovered one. I enjoy pissing on you, but that might be a wolf marking what’s his, kind of thing.”

“We can explore them together. I want you to boss me around,” I admit.

“I do that at work,” he laughs.

“You have always gone easy on me at work, except for when it comes to my extra curricular…or rather personal activities, which you should punish me for,” I tease. 

“Spanked and fucked over the boss’s desk once a week for all our careers?” Remington asks with a cute smirk and raised eyebrow.

“That could be a start,” I reply.

The doorbell summons him away, but the thought of Remington in his business attire spanking me and fucking me over his desk is a major turn on. I don’t want to wait to move in with Remington. I want to move in right now.  I want us to set a date and officially mark one another. I want it all. 

I imagine laying here like this covered in sperm and spores, gestating our first child and then maybe a second. I could see Remington being a doting father and me the fun dad. I can imagine what our children might look like. Will they be as beautiful as Remi?  I sure hope so. 

I wonder how we will feed the babies? We will probably need to get formula and bottles or something. Men don’t produce milk, do we? I mean we also shouldnt be able to have children with other men, so…yeah, I’m not sure I am well equipped for this, but my nipples feel tingly just thinking about all of it.  Maybe Remington will play with my nipples later. I enjoy nipple play. I need to find out if Remi likes nipple play.

“Hey, Gorgeous!” Remington says, returning to me with our lunch. “It looks like you are thinking.”

“I am, Remi. I want to move in now. I can just start bringing more of my stuff every day and stay here from now on,” I say.

Remi stops in his tracks and I am uncertain what the expression on his face means. It’s kind of scaring me.