“Well... one time before dinner.” Mogar is coming to dinner tonight, but before then, the whole afternoon belongs to Jensen and me.
“And after dinner?” I ask, my breath taken away as Jensen slides into me, a slow plunge that leaves me clawing at the sheets it feels so good. Jensen kisses me deeply, pulling back and starting to thrust into me in slow, agonizing strokes that thrills my body. He's a master of this somehow, he can go slow or fast, and it doesn't matter, I'm left helpless and thrilled each time.
Like it happens every time Jensen and I make love, my body clock fails me, each stroke could last a second or an eternity, I don't know. All I know is that I'm making love, that every touch thrills me, every stroke of his cock inside me leaves me wanting more. If there is anything that could make this perfect, it's that I want to be able to have his baby.
Jensen's hips speed up, his cock hammering into me as he holds me down, staring into my eyes. I submit to him totally, wrapping my heels around him and urging him deeper, urging him to empty himself deep and hard into me. “Sir.”
The single word unleashes Jensen's passionate fury and he starts pounding me, his cock driving deep into me each time, my pussy driven over and over again to the edge of coming, but Jensen's still holding back just a little. I know what he's waiting for, he's searching for it in my eyes, and I'm so close. Jensen rolls his hips just a little, and it sets me on fire, I lose all control as we race towards completion. Jensen thrusts once, twice, three times more, and I'm there, the two of us coming at the same time, the feeling of his cock erupting deep inside me adding to the pleasure as my pussy clamps down on him, both of us crying out in harsh, desperate voices as we claim each other. This is my man, I am his woman.
“You know, it hasn't been the same this past week, with you here at Jensen's all the time,” Mogar says as we sit in the dining room, enjoying a fine dinner from Chef. “I'm not sure if I should be jealous or if I should try to find another housemate.”
“I'm quite sure that you'll find a way to take up your free hours,” I tease quietly, enjoying my soup. We're only on the second course, Chef promised us four tonight, and I'm glad. After the lovemaking this afternoon, I could use a big dinner, because with the way Jensen and I are stealing glances at each other, I think I'm going to need the energy.
“You know Mogar, if you ever need some new staff at your estate, I'm sure some of my staff would be happy to work for you too,” Jensen jokes, sipping his soup. “Except Chef. You can't hire Chef.”
“I was thinking that the lovely lady I met at the door. Justine? I've heard such great things about her,” Mogar says, smiling. “She keeps this estate running quite well.”
“Oh no, no way,” I immediately interject before Jensen can say anything. I blush, and look at Jensen, apologetic. “Sorry, sir. Just... I like Justine, that's all.”
“Well, it's always her choice, she's a free woman. However, I think Justine likes being here just as much as we like having her,” Jensen says, ending that line of questioning. We finish our soups, leaning back and waiting while Chef adds the finishing touches on the main course of our meal, something he said was a surprise that he just got in this morning. “By the way Mogar, how are you coming along with the next shuttle?”
“It'll be a while still,” Mogar says, chuckling. “I hate to tell you, but my test bed and the one you destroyed were started close together. It wasn't like I threw that custom built shuttle together in four days, you know. It'll be weeks before the next model is available.”
“This one is armed I hope,” I add, Mogar nodding. “I know you don't like violence, but it's unavoidable, Mogar.”
“Perhaps. And there is a time for violence,” Mogar agrees, “but I do look forward to the day that the only reason one of my shuttle designs might be armed is for practice.”
The main course comes, and I think Chef is having a bit of fun at our expense. He's smirking when he sets our plates in front of us, still under cloches. “Enjoy, my Lords and Lady.”
Chef leaves, and we lift the covers on our plates, a waft of steam hiding the main dish for a moment. When I can see, I'm confused until Mogar starts laughing. “Okay, I'm lost. What is it?”
“Polar reindeer with winter vegetables,” Mogar says, smirking and setting his cover aside. “Quite tasty, but not what I expected. Jensen, your staff is getting quite a sense of ironic humor.”
“They take after me perhaps,” Jensen says, lifting an eyebrow and looking at me. “What do you say, Kelbara? Am I a humorous man?”
“Oh no, not at all sir. Very serious, very serious you are. I don't think I've ever seen you smile,” I tease, causing Jensen to roll his eyes and causing Mogar to laugh. “Honestly though, it's interesting seeing all the sides of you, Jensen. The serious advisor, the dedicated brother, the sober military man... and yes, the joker that I happen to get to share a house with.”
“Speaking of sharing a house,” Mogar says, reaching into his pocket and setting a small box on the table before sliding it across to me. “I have another experiment I'd ask you two to try some time.”
“Oh? What are these?” I ask, opening the box to find a pink pill and a blue pill. “Pills?”
“They aren't recreational, if that's what you're thinking. Actually, they're just the first dose, I have two more boxes in my bags I can leave with your medical staff. You know, a lot of the nobles have been talking, wondering when and if you two are going to make things formal between you. You're throwing the power players into a tizzy. Lady Imogen has called me twice this week trying to find some concrete information on you.”
Jensen chuckles, looking at the box. “Ever the Gamesmaster. What's your point, Mogar?”
Mogar smiles his little smile and takes another bite of his deer and vegetables before answering, keeping us both hanging on his words. Probably for effect. “The pink pill is for Tamarian women, it makes their bodies more.... capable of accepting human male seed. The blue pill is for human men to make their seed more fertile for Tamarian women. I want to ensure that couples that do form a love bond like Tauren and Audra, or yourselves, have a chance.”
I look at the pill, aching to reach out and take the pink pill and put it in my mouth right away, but this is Jensen's decision as well, and I look at him, searching his eyes for a clue. Finally, I speak. “Sir.... I'll follow you anywhere.”
Jensen nods, and picks up the blue pill, placing it on his tongue and swallowing it with a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving me. I pick up my pink pill and follow suit, Mogar temporarily forgotten until he clears his throat. “Well then, I suggest we hurry dessert.”
“Why?” Jensen asks, and I feel my throat start to go a little dry. I look up at Mogar, who's smiling again.
“You didn't.”
Mogar shrugs. “Sorry, I wasn't trying to be intentionally deceptive. Just this first one, a light dose. Forgive me.”
Jensen clears his throat, taking a deep drink of wine and setting his cup down. “Forgive you for what?”
I giggle and reach out, taking Jensen's hand. “Mogar made this first dose special. There's some libido enhancer in them. Not Cascade, not with the way I'm feeling, but....”
Jensen gulps, the drug starting to affect him too, and he reaches for the bell on the end of the table. He rings it loudly, then sets it down. “Mogar, I do hope you understand if Kelbara and I cut dessert short?”
Mogar nods, smiling his little smile and getting up. “Actually, I think I need to watch my diet, I shall excuse myself from dessert. I'm sure if I have to, Justine or one of your staff can show me out. In the meantime.... enjoy your dessert.”
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