“Mur…murum…” Caitlin mumbled, her jaw working slowly as she
reached up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She went to run her fingers
through her hair only to remember at the last moment that doing so would result
in her probably losing her fingers for a few minutes thanks to all the tangles.
So instead she ran her fingers along her body, stroking her breasts and sides,
marveling at how dirty she was. Caitlin had always prided herself on being
clean; she loved to take long baths and showers and carried hand sanitizer with
her wherever she went. But now she was lying on in the dirt, mud coating her
skin and the grease from her dinner the night before still around her mouth and
fingers. She sniffed, taking in the strong pungent odor that wafted up from her
body and found it oddly right. It marked her as wild and savage and that was
exactly what she was.
There was another scent too… one familiar… one possessive…
“Barry,” she mumbled as she realized what she was smelling.
It was Barry. His scent, coating her skin and marking her as his. She chuckled
at that; the new life growing inside of her marked her plenty as his already
but the scent marking only sealed the deal.
“Morning,” Barry said with a grin, moving into her field of
vision. “Are you you or savage you?”
“Me me,” Caitlin said. “We go wild last night?”
“You three sure did.” He offered her his hand and helped her
up to her feet, the forest rushing past her as she rose higher and higher. She
looked down and saw Iris and Felicity still asleep, murmuring and mumbling as
they shifted. “IT’s early… I’ve tried to stay close but also figure out what to
get you guys to eat. There are some game trails around here so I should be able
to catch a deer or two… though nothing like the cows last night unless I invade
another farm.”
Caitlin reached down and rubbed her stomach. When she’d last
seen it with her rational mind it had been pretty big yet soft. Now it was huge
and firm, her belly button turned from an innie to an outie. While it did make
it a big awkward for her to walk she did marvel at the lack of normal pregnancy
issues she had. There were no stretch marks or veins on her skin, her ankles
weren’t swollen, and the aches and pains that came with carrying a child to
term simply weren’t there. Other than it being hard to see the ground below her
thanks to her massive belly and huge breasts it actually felt rather wonderful
to be pregnant. There was something so utterly… natural… about it. She smiled
as she felt a slight flutter under her hand, knowing that the child within
belonged to her and her mate.
“Well, I think we’ll have to do some major hunting or come
up with a raiding plan as I am already pretty hungry.” She paused, looking up
from her belly to the wonderful man that had caused her to find herself in such
a situation. “Look at yourself, Mr. Allen… you’ve gotten me barefoot and
pregnant.”
Barry chuckled. “Yeah, but you certainly aren’t trapped in a
kitchen.”
Caitlin smirked at that and walked over to him, her body
swaying back and forth as she did so. “You know… I remember bits and pieces
from last night… and you marking us as yours.” She pressed a finger to his lips
before he could apologize. “Barry… the only thing I’m mad about…” she pushed
him to the ground and straddled him, “is that I didn’t think to mark you FIRST.”
She grinned and slowly began to finger her pussy. “But I am ready to take care
of that.”