Chapter 6
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He awoke still in the living room, still inside Ginny. They were covered in blankets and wrapped to snuggle and keep warm. He noticed the fire had burnt itself out and the only light came from the kitchen.
Priss was kneeling over him dressed in her Fae travel clothes. "I was going to let you sleep, but I know how pissy you get when I just up and disappear."
"Give me a second to get out and not wake her," he said to Priss meaning Ginny.
Drew slid from under the blankets and grabbed his shorts and shirt from the pile still on the sofa.
"Do you know when you will be back?" Drew asked.
"No idea, I'll be back for the birth, but that is 6 months from now. I will either send word or be back before then. This whole thing is odd and has the mark of something momentous. I want to get ahead of it. I need to find friends to protect us and be on our side when the word gets out. It may mean I have to make nice with the fucking fairy princess queen." Priss said with an unhappy look on her face. "Between you and your daughter, there is power at work, and I want to find out what type." Priss paused
"Drew, me boyo, stay safe and strong." Priss kissed him softly and then grabbed her red cloak from the coat rack. It seemed to float onto her and wrap itself around her body.
As she entered the adjacent archaic graveyard, she paused to look back at him, and he could swear the cloak was waving goodbye on its own.
She took another step and faded from view.
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Ginny was heartbroken when she found out Priss had run off again on one of her many adventures. Drew assured her she would be back soon, and Ginny seemed to be calmed by Drew's promises. But he knew there were other forces helping keep Ginny calm, he could see the light pink glow of their daughter twirl around Ginny's neck.
Life settled back into a routine of sorts, well at last for a month.
Drew was wakened each morning by either his phone's alarm, Ginny's wet mouth sucking him off, or her mounting him and taking his cock deep inside her very wet warm pussy. She would ride him with abandon and he never failed to cum deep in her. She would go limp after her multiple orgasms, and he would leave her to sleep the morning away.
Drew would go off to work smiling and come home to an empty apartment. Ginny would finish up her bartending duties, come home, take a quick shower, and wake him with a soft kiss that would change into one of lusty desire. Then she would take him in her mouth, pussy or ass, to claim his cum.
There came the inevitable day when he came home to find her crying on the couch. She held the offending pregnancy device in her hand and could not speak.
The one statement that no man wants to hear finally came from her mouth, "We need to Talk!"
He held her close and said he knew. He whispered that Priss had told him weeks past, using her old-world female intuition. Drew told her he was thrilled she was the mother of his child. Ginny crawled in his lap and whispered her concern that she would become fat and he would not find her sexy and would not love her anymore. He chuckled and assured her her curves would always entice him and that he would always love her.
They made soft love that night.
Drew was surprised. He did not feel the intrusion into their love making that night by their daughter. He saw pink tendrils stroking her mother's face, but he could feel it was out of love not lust. He saw the calming effect created in Ginny and was grateful. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
After meeting and spilling the good news to all her friends, Ginny cut a deal with the bar owner and became the day manager. The tips sucked, but her hours were shorter, and she could be home with Drew during the evening.
Of course, this led to more sex. The more her daughter and belly grew, the more Ginny wanted Drews cum. Ginny was becoming obsessive about getting each drop and would lay with her head in his lap and suck and lick his softening cock after each of his explosive orgasms. Luckily, with Drews growing Fae powers, he could keep up with the increasing demand of both his lover and daughter.
Ginny was amazed at her own body. Her nipples grew larger and a deep purple. They became so sensitive that a breeze through the window when she was naked could bring her close to orgasm. Drew always spent extra time licking and sucking her breasts and she constantly came just from that. Her lower lips became continuously engorged, causing her leggings to rub her constantly ready clit through her panties.
Drew could not keep his hands away from her persistent camel toe. Even during movie night, his fingers would wander through the curves of her vulva showing in her sleep shorts or panties. All her articles of clothing seemed to get soaked just from him touching her. And once she started to lactate, she just gave up wearing a top at home and kept a towel nearby to wipe up the constant trickle. All this kept Drew in a constant erect state which caused Ginny to regularly be sucking or climbing into his lap to ride.
No one was complaining, but it meant lots more towels were washed each week.
Somewhere at the beginning of her eighth month, things seemed to level off for Ginny. While she seemed just slightly tired at times, her health grew and her desire for Drews cum and touch was satiated by the morning and a single night feeding.
Ginny started asking about baby names and Drew finally admitted that Priss had said they were going to have a daughter. Ginny seemed to take this as a fact but said if it did turn out to be a boy, she wanted to name it after both of their fathers, William.
So many girls' names were thrown out for discussion. Pricilla was quietly a 'no' from both parents. Ginny, coming from a strong Anglican background threw out biblical girls' names. Drew looked to the old country for names and they quickly settled on Sarah. Drew knew the meaning in Hebrew was 'princess' and in in Islam 'bringer of joy' so it seemed the perfect choice for their little one.
And so, life continued through the eighth month of their pregnancy. Calm enveloped their little abode.
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Until the calm was shattered.
Drew was awoken from a deep sleep by loud arguing voices in the living room. He calmly disentangled from Ginny and went to investigate. His SIG 45 in his hand, he crept down the stairs until he recognized the very agitated voice of Priss. She was speaking in a language he did not understand but it had a very ancient feeling to it.
As he cleared the stairs and turned to the living room, he beheld quite the sight, surprisingly sexy, he would remember later. Priss, in her leather pants and leather vest holding back her substantial breasts, was squared off against a flying naked barbie doll with gossamer wings. He then noted a third woman in the room, leaning back against his desk trying to stay out of the argument between the other two women. She was a stunning green-eyed redhead, about 5 foot 6 in a schoolgirl outfit that would raise the dick of a dead man.
"Would you please lower your voices. I don't want to wake Ginny!" Drew said in a loud whisper. Drew locked his pistol open and set it on the end table.
Barbie spun on him and growled at him. She flew over to face him with only a foot between his nose and her little very erect nipples.
"Human, do not speak to me unless I address you!" Barbie stated in passable English with an old-world lilt.
He saw Priss make a move of her hands while the flying terror was focused on him.