His stroll slowed as he got closer to the two women sitting on the bench. Every Friday night, he took this path and on each one, they waited for the bus to pick them up. As always, Zachary's gaze went to the pregnant one, the one he ached for. She didn't seem to notice him ogling, and it gave him opportunity to scrutinize her further.
Like expectant mothers everywhere, she sat with her back slightly arched, her hand protectively outlining her protruding belly. The light blue tank top she wore today barely contained her ripe breasts and clung to her shape. The white skirt did a good job of covering legs he dreamed of seeing, although he could tell she kept her thighs spread. The more comfortable position for her state, he imagined.
Her hair had been pulled away from her face in a ponytail that kissed the base of her neck. She kept her eyes down on the book she concentrated on, but her tongue often swiped at her full lips.
The little motion made his dick hard. Given half the chance, he'd push his thick erection toward her face and plow into her petite mouth. He had just the position in mind that would allow him to make her gag slightly while affording him a chance to play with her tits. After she'd slicked down his cock with spit, the next hour or so would be spent putting his hands on that belly while he mounted her from behind.
Fuck, yeah.
Heightened senses tingled and Zachary lifted his chin slightly to sniff the air. He could smell the change on her. The ripeness of a fruit ready to be plucked. It was the other woman studying him now through blue eyes. She was pretty, but didn't have the allure of the pregnant one. "Hi," she said with a smile.
It wasn't an innocent greeting, the one word holding a sexual promise that Zachary planned on exploiting. Confident the pregnant woman kept her attention on that damned book, Zachary crooked a finger at the other one. His own invitation.
She looked torn, maybe not wanting to miss her bus, but ultimately she stood and followed. He held out his hand as he led her away and for some reason, she took it. Their fingers curled together and to anyone watching, they would have looked like the perfect young couple, friendly at worst. In love at best.
"You're lovely," he murmured to her. The scent coming from her skin intoxicated him.
"I've seen you before."
After today, he'd make sure she didn't see him again. But he could smell her fertile state from almost ten yards away. It called to him like nothing else could have. He would take her now, use her, and fertilize that unprotected womb.
"I've noticed you before as well." He shuttered his eyes, masking the desire he had for her less it shine through in his expression. When they stood in a doorway, out of sight of everyone in there, he lowered his head toward hers.
He didn't wonder why she didn't ask him his name or if she cared that he didn't know hers. What mattered was that she parted her lips beneath his, allowing him to insert his tongue into her mouth. His hand drifted to her breast and he squeezed it, somewhat dismayed by its unswollen state. She was of ample size, but in the back of his mind he knew that she wasn't carrying milk. Not like their pack leader's woman or the woman left behind on the bench.
He slid his fingers through buttons that popped away beneath his force. He kept her distracted, from noticing the havoc he wreaked, by concentrating on their heated exchange. In return, she gripped his arms as if holding on for dear life.
Zachary could smell her arousal. Since her tits didn't satisfy him, he pushed his greedy fingers beneath the skirt she wore and into her panties. They were already soaking, a recognition that sent a shiver down his spine. Her clit was similarly swollen and a simple flick of nimble fingers had her bowing her body into his touch.
"Yeah, baby," she whispered. "Touch me there."
