Delivering His Heir

by Jesse Jordan

  “Yes,” I gasp, turning my head to kiss him. Reaching back, I run my fingers through his hair again as our lips meet and he tugs on my nipples, massaging my breasts until I’m quivering. Rick lets go and I collapse on the bed, my ass high in the air as he takes hold of my waist. I know it’ll hurt, but I could take his cock in my ass right now and love it.

  Instead though, Rick literally kisses my ass, his tongue bathing my skin as he moves closer and closer, pushing my cheeks apart until I can feel his warm breath on my puckered asshole. “My, my… looks tasty. Are you clean?”

  “Yes,” I whimper, trying to look over my shoulder but the feelings are too much. I bury my face in the bedspread instead, not trusting myself if I don’t. Rick hums happily, and reaches out with his tongue. I jerk when I feel the tip of his tongue stroke my asshole, it’s better than I’ve ever imagined. “Mmmm… Rick….”

  Rick’s tongue on my ass is even better than when he’s licked my pussy. Each stroke sends jolts up my spine, shocking me and making me want more. Broad strokes, stabs with his tongue that slowly open me up, his lips fluttering over my ass like he’s kissing my lips, regardless of what it is I’m left quivering, begging for more. He brings his thumb up to open me up even as his tongue doesn’t stop, and I have to close my eyes to prevent myself from losing it right there.

  I’m in heaven, a feeling of total ecstasy I’ve never experienced filling my body until Rick pulls back, and I hear the lubricant bottle open. The sharp snap of the lid jolts me back to reality, anticipation building as I feel him squirt some on my ass before I hear him squirting more onto his cock. “Are you ready, Su Lin?”

  “Please sir… fuck me,” I beg, gasping as Rick smacks my ass almost angrily.

  “Never, ever call me sir,” Rick chastises me. He presses the head of his cock against my ass, pausing before entering. “We’re a couple. Equals, understand?”

  The meaning of his words make tears of joy come to my eyes as I nod, and Rick pushes forward. The pain is incredible, ripping the breath from my lungs he’s so thick and big, but Rick goes slow, pausing just inside my ass to let me adjust before stroking slowly, opening me up. I’ve never felt so full, so taken before as Rick pulls back, pausing again before thrusting all the way into my ass.

  I cry out in joy. “Yes! Oh fuck yes!”

  “That’s my girl,” Rick grunts, his own voice full of wonder as he starts stroking in and out of my ass. It’s heaven topped with a sprinkling of salted caramel as Rick pumps his cock deep in my ass, my ring clenching around him and loving every long thrust. With each stroke his balls swing forward to slap against my pussy, adding to the sensation and making me arch my back, pushing back into him.

  Somehow I find a way to look over my shoulder and growl at him, reaching back and taking his hand. “It’s always going to be yours,” I hiss as Rick’s eyes find mine. He speeds up, not pounding me but still taking me, leaving no doubt in my mind that I can’t resist him even if I wanted to. But I don’t want to, I just want to feel this man doing this to me forever.

  Rick speeds up, and my body tenses, knowing that I can’t hold out much longer. Instead I push back into him again, letting him know I can take it. Give me everything Rick, you’re the man I want for the rest of my life, and I need you like this.

  Rick shudders, his cock swelling deep in my ass and I grab the bedspread, clenching my ass around him. Rick pulls back and thrusts one last time, both of us pushed over the edge and left shaking. I want to scream his name but I can’t, it’s so good that all of my breath has been torn from my throat and all I can feel is the utter joy of his cock filling my ass with his seed as Rick clutches my waist, holding me to him and both of us collapsing into unconsciousness.

  Still, as my mind settles into sleep, I wonder. Rick was strong, he was wonderful, I’ve never felt anything like it before… but he wasn’t as powerful as normal. Tonight, dancing, he felt… human. Not the superman I’ve come to look forward to seeing each day, but a normal man.

  How much longer do we have?

  Rick

  “So wait… why is he bent over throwing the ball between his legs again?”

  I look over at Su Lin, who’s studying the television as best she can, but still looks utterly flummoxed by the action on screen. “That’s the center. He starts the play by throwing it to the quarterback.”

  “Who is like the conductor,” Su Lin says. It was an explanation she understood, at least, even if in my mind the head coach is more like the conductor. “And what is the other team doing?”

  “They’re trying to stop the offense from getting the ball down the field,” I repeat patiently. “If they can get it into the endzone, they score a touchdown.”

  “But why are scores six points? And the kicking scores differently?”

  I shrug. “I don’t really know. I guess it kind of evens out the difficulty of each of the scoring styles.”

  Su Lin nods, settling back as she munches on some leftover caramel popcorn. While the Christmas tree’s been taken down, most of the room is still arrayed in holiday festive decorations, and the fireplace in this den has never gotten such a workout. It’s been eye opening, seeing someone approach the holidays in such a unique way. We’ve tried to mix things up, a little Christmas along with preparations for Chinese New Year, and it’s been fun.

  On the screen, we watch as a long pass arcs down the field, and a speedy player in blue and silver snatches it, the defender in purple and white falling behind. “Damn… there goes the game.”

  “What?” Su Lin asks as the wide receiver scores a touchdown. “There’s still three minutes left!”

  “And the Vikes are now down by thirteen, about to be fourteen,” I counter. “Not saying it can’t happen, but with only one timeout and the two minute warning, it’s not looking good. Touchdowns happen too slowly in football.”

  Su Lin thinks, then shrugs. “So do you want to turn it off?”

  I reach into the bowl of popcorn and take a few kernels, shaking my head. “Nah, it’s only three minutes. Then we’ll figure out what else we’re going to do today.”

  The kickoff comes, and I’m shocked as the Viking kick receiver gets a seam, jukes, and streaks up the sideline. Seven seconds later, the deficit’s cut to a single touchdown and Su Lin’s leaning forward, into the game. “Relax,” I reply, grinning. “Now the Vikes kickoff.”

  Still, I have to admit I feel excitement as the defense takes the field. Of course Dallas tries to run the ball, which worries me. They’ve been able to gain good yardage all day on the Vikes, but the purple and white is fired up, and stuffs Dallas both times. Next to me, Su Lin’s practically hopping up and down in excitement. “Why the hell are they waiting so long?”

  “Running down the clock,” I explain. “The two minute warning’s in a few seconds, the Vikings will use that, then they’ll have a timeout if they really need it.”

  Su Lin’s elbows are on her knees as we wait through the two minute timeout, and the two teams line up at third and seven. The play starts, and I know it’s dangerous. If the Vikings play defense, they could get ripped for a long run, which would kill the game. But if they play standard defense, they could get ripped for another long pass. The ball snaps, and we both sit forward as the play starts. It’s a pass over the middle, and as the two players involved both go up, excitement fills me.

  “Come on!” I yell, jumping to my feet, but before the ball reaches the target, everything goes black like someone just threw a switch in my brain.

  The beeping tells me where I am long before my eyes flutter open and I see the ugly shade of white and pale green that tells me I’m in a hospital. “What happened?”

  Su Lin is at my side, and she’s on her feet in an instant, taking my hand. “Rick! You… you passed out. Oh Rick I was so scared….”

  She peters off into tears and Mandarin, and I take a moment to wish I had the time to learn the language more. I comfort her as best I can while giving her an awkward half hug with my free a
rm, the other one’s all trussed up with IV tubes, wires, and a bunch of other shit. “Shhh… it’s okay. I feel fine, a little woozy maybe, but nothing worse than a three tequila night out when I was younger. Where are the doctors?”

  “Right here,” a voice calls from the doorway and I look up to see Doctor Gordon coming in. Freida is with him, looking like she’s been worried sick as well. I feel bad, today was a day off for her. Gordon obviously was enjoying the same thing I was, considering the Vikings t-shirt I see peeking through the opening in his coat. “I was just getting some labs analysis back.”

  “Hey… did the Vikes win?” I ask, making Gordon stop before he gives me a rueful grin. “No? Shit.”

  “They got the ball back, but couldn’t punch it in. Last second Hail Mary fell short,” Gordon says, crossing the room and coming next to my bed. “It was a hell of a Sunday.”

  “Sunday? What do you mean?” I ask. “What time is it?”

  “It’s Monday morning,” Gordon says. “I always wear this shirt after the last Vikes game of the year. Better than the alternative, one year as an intern I had to wear a damn Packers shirt.”

  “And you survived your shift?” I joke, making Su Lin frown. “Come on babe, it was a joke. I know Gordon’s gonna get to the bad news eventually, and I can guess what it is.”

  “It’s your health, Rick,” Su Lin says. “That’s nothing to joke about.”

  “But it’s nothing I can change,” I say softly. “But alright. What’s the deal, Doc?”

  Gordon takes a look at the clipboard at his side, sighing. “I’m sorry Rick, but it looks like things are going faster this stage. You’ve got a few more months, but you’re going to start weakening quickly. Have you felt it coming on?”

  I nod, earning a sharp look from both Su Lin and Freida. “In the gym, mostly. Weights and movements that were easy, I couldn’t do any more. I didn’t say anything since I didn’t think it’d be worth the effort for everyone to worry.”

  “Still-” Freida says, glowering at me. “Some people worry about you, Rick.”

  “Rick…,” Su Lin says, clearly hurt. “Why?”

  I shrug, holding her hand. “I can tell you care about me Su Lin, so I don’t want to worry you. They say stress is bad for the baby.”

  “So’s growing up without a father,” Su Lin says. “Rick… I want to know from now on. I… I love you.”

  Her words shake me to my very core, and I want to repeat them back. I want to tell her that she’s held my heart in her hands since even before she became pregnant, I just didn’t know it. But that would be cruel to her, to let her know she’s loved just to go away from her. So instead I squeeze her hand, looking into her beautiful eyes. “I know, Su Lin. But you need to focus on our baby. Keep yourself healthy.”

  “Uh… there might be a treatment,” Gordon says, interrupting the conversation. “I hesitate to bring it up, but-”

  “What is it?” Su Lin asks desperately. I can read her face so clearly, she wants to hear me say it back and thinks that if I can survive I will tell her. She’s right, but I can see it also in Gordon’s face, I’m not going to like what he says.

  “There’s been some advancements coming out of Europe, a group at the Royal College of Medicine in London’s been working on Trikala for a while now. They’ve mostly been treating it as a genetic puzzle while perfecting some other technologies, but… that part doesn’t really matter. What does matter is, they think they have an effective treatment. Other primates that have been treated have shown remarkable improvement.”

  “But there’s a catch,” I say, sitting up slowly. “I can see it in your eyes, Doc. What is it? Money?”

  Gordon shakes his head, looking down. “If it was money Rick, I’d have told you about it long ago when it was just in the preliminary stages. But it’s not that. The treatments are genetic. Trikala works by rewriting your own DNA, which is what makes it so damn hard to treat. Your body shuts down because it doesn’t recognize that what’s going on is wrong. So the genetics people started with that. Their treatment depends on genetically similar stem cells.”

  “Genetically similar stem cells,” I repeat, the words feeling like they’re dipped in poison. “You mean the baby.”

  Gordon nods. “Rick, if we take a stem cell sample now, before the fetus reaches viability, it’d have plenty of time to regrow the lost cells. There’d be almost no chance of long term damage, and-”

  “What are the odds of losing the baby?” I ask, cutting off Gordon. “You’re not talking about a simple procedure.”

  Gordon pales, nodding. “The risk to Su Lin is almost zero. The risk to the baby is… higher.”

  “How much higher?”

  “Twenty five percent chance of miscarriage,” Gordon admits. “But if that doesn’t happen, then there’s less than a one percent chance of long term damage to the baby.”

  “No.”

  Su Lin shakes her head, looking at me. “Rick, please. Doctor, what are the odds of success with the treatment?”

  Gordon shakes his head. “I don’t know. Rick would be the first human patient, but in other primates who have been treated, the success rate is over fifty percent.”

  Su Lin turns hopeful eyes to me, but I shake my head, pulling wires off of me. “No,” I repeat, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “Doc, I’m not going to risk my child’s future on an at best fifty-fifty roll of the dice. I’m sorry, but I think it’s time to go home.”

  “Rick-” Su Lin pleads, but I cut her off.

  “No discussion on this, Su Lin. I won’t risk the baby for anything. Now, if I’m dying, I know where I want to die. At home with the people I care about.”

  “But Rick-”

  “NO!” I yell, glaring at her. “I’ve made my fucking decision, Su Lin. I know how you feel, I understand, but my mind is made up. Now are you going to come home with us or pout about it?”

  Su Lin’s lip quivers for a moment before she flees the room, sobbing already. Freida glares at me but holds her comments. “I’ll go get the car.”

  She leaves and I look at Dr. Gordon, who’s looking like he’d prefer to be anywhere right now. When the door closes, I take a deep breath and look down at my arm. “Gimmie a hand, Doc? I’d prefer to not take this damn IV out myself.”

  Gordon comes over, grabbing a cotton ball as he does before extracting the IV from my arm. “You sure about this, Rick?”

  I nod, my voice lowering as I watch the pearl of blood that forms on the inside of my forearm when I take the cotton ball away. “There’s so much at risk. I wish I could do it, but… I won’t risk the future for my present.”

  “And your wife?” Gordon asks. “She’d risk it. You can always have another child.”

  “Only if I live. And I think meeting her’s burned up all the good luck I’ve got in the world,” I say softly. “She’ll be pissed off, but I hope she’ll respect my decision. I can’t risk our child. Tell me, how much longer do I have?”

  “If what Freida told me about your wife’s delivery date is correct… you’ll still be awake when the ultrasound says if it’s a boy or a girl. More than that, I’m sorry to say might be beyond my reach. Rick, if I could, I’d-”

  I pat Gordon on the shoulder. We’ve known each other for over a decade now, and I consider him a friend as well as a doctor. “I know, Doc. You did your best. But sometimes, there’s puzzles even us geniuses can’t crack.”

  Su Lin

  “He won’t even listen to me!” I scream, sobbing into my hands as I sit in my bedroom. I haven’t used this room as anything more than a changing room in months, not since our trip to the cabin and us starting to sleep together. But now I’ve retreated here, letting out my anger, my sadness, and my frustration in a safe place where I know I won’t hurt him with my.

  There’s a soft knock on the door, and I wipe at my eyes furiously, knowing I can’t let Rick see me like this. He’s made his decision, and while I want him to change it, I can’t let him see me like thi
s. I won’t let his final months be ruined by my crying. “Come in.”

  The door opens, and Freida enters quietly, coming over and sitting down next to me. Without saying a word she wraps her arms around my shoulders. The simple gesture is all I need to start sobbing again, stroking my hair and holding me close. “If it helps, I understand,” she says softly. “I had to go have a cry myself.”

  “I… I didn’t want to love him,” I rasp, sitting up and taking a tissue Freida’s somehow made appear from nowhere. “I told myself over and over again that this was all just a business arrangement, that the time with him was just a way to get more comfortable, to lower stress so that I could have the baby… but it didn’t help.”

  Freida nods, wiping at her own eyes. “I could see it happening, but I didn’t say anything because I kept hoping that Rick would change his mind. But that man… maybe an inventor and businessman like him has to be strong willed, but he’s the most stubborn son of a bitch I’ve ever known. I swear the reason he’s been able to survive with his disease for this damn long is because he’s too damn hard headed to die.”

  “But he is… and he won’t try to save himself,” I whisper. “I want him to stay with me. We can have another baby.”

  “He won’t take the risk. Rick’s always been pretty altruistic, for all his self styling after Alexander the Great and all that shit when he was younger,” Freida says. “He knows, and I know, how dangerous Harvey Stone is. It’s not that he wants to start a war, but in the pursuit of power Harvey won’t care if the wrong irresponsible people get ahold of Rick’s technology. The stuff that’s in the vaults… Su Lin, a lot of it is scary. He’s actually held back on some of the ideas he’s had, but if he dies then Harvey gets them all. Rick can’t risk the baby on the odds, the danger is too much.”