woman on fire

March 8th - official pregnancy start date? :D

"I have no doubt," he murmured, eliciting a giggle from the insatiable girl he had chosen for his own. Bazi worked her face out from under his leg and nestled her chin on his soft belly instead, one blue eye roving between Scimitar's shoulder-blade and the ragged edge of his ear. His had not raised his head, and she allowed herself a giddy grin at their impossible good fortune.

"What should we call them?" Bazi mused, planning ahead without even considering that her diminishing heat might not bear fruit. They had done it least 12,000 times, and Scimitar had most certainly brought the goods on at least 11,999 occasions.