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Enosh
A few months later…
“You are counting, yes?” Kiss after kiss, I pressed my lips to Ada’s swollen belly where she lay sprawled out naked in the grass of her garden.
Until something pressed back.
I jerked upright, barely able to contain the nervous excitement in my veins as I watched for more movement. Ada had told me how our child had begun to stretch in her womb, sometimes showing a hand, other times a heel. Always when I was out to spread rot.
Ada lifted herself onto her elbows and gri
“Sensed it against my lips,” I said, my eyes fixed on her belly with rapt attention. “I am starting to wonder if I will ever—”
There!
What had to be a foot so small pressed against her belly from the inside, lifting the skin before it sunk back down. My child poked a limb up from the other side instead, letting Ada’s stomach ripple and shift with the movement, filling me with wonder.
Here I sat, a god undying, who sensed all the dead, all the living. An immortal who had witnessed the rise of civilizations and their downfalls. Had seen the world turn to ice and fire steam into oceans.
Decades. Centuries. Eons.
But never had I seen anything so precious.
There it was, my godly child, turning its father speechless, rendering him mute with astonishment. How small a limb it was, showing me that he or she was alive and well, growing beneath the beat of Ada’s heart.
“It is… beyond words.” I gently lowered my hand onto the protrusion, laughing at the way our baby did not yield, but rather, pressed into my palm. “As stubborn as its mother, to be certain.”
Ada turned onto her side with a smile and a groan, allowing me to behold the beauty of her condition and how it was changing her form. Her breasts had become fuller, her hips a bit wider, and a few pinkish lines of torn tissue appeared below her belly now and then.
I lowered myself down behind her, pressing my bare body against her backside. “Where is the pain?”
“Everywhere.” A sigh accompanied her hand as it motioned toward her lower back. “But especially there with all the kicking your child does.”
I brought my hand to her waist, gently kneading toward her spine and up along the muscle from there. Ah, gone were the times where a second’s thought had cured her ailments. No, the King of Flesh and Bone now rubbed his wife’s strained muscles until his thumbs ached.
Like a mere man.
My chest lightened at the thought, and how this woman had given me the responsibilities of a husband. Soon, those of a father would follow, turning eternity into a precious promise indeed.
How our child would place itself in this world remained to be discovered. Perhaps it would one day ride the lands with us, as I allowed Ada from time to time whenever her pleas became too pestering.
Or whenever she just left without my permission…
As much as death had emboldened her, immortality had turned her into a force to be reckoned with. She, too, had the power to spread rot. But mostly, she spread death, which angered Eilam greatly. Together, we had returned order to the lands beyond the Æfen Gate.
Across most parts.
Others would follow.
One ought not to expect mortals to worship their true deities after two centuries of absence. Not until we would tear down every temple and string every priest onto Ada’s tree. No, such transitions took time, understanding, and patience.
I placed a kiss onto the nape of Ada’s neck, her hair somehow darker than it had been, though she accounted it to the pregnancy. “Better?”
“No,” she said, ru
“Yesterday, you claimed the opposite.”
I pushed my hard length against her thighs, and the way she braced to feel all of me didn’t go u
“Spread yourself for me.” I took her hand and brought it to her buttocks, giving it a hard squeeze. “Open yourself wide and invite me in. Show me how much my little one wants my cock.”
She didn’t.
Of course, my woman didn’t, and instead, she reached behind herself to grip me, placing my crown at an entrance slicker with need than I had first assumed. “Is this invitation enough?”
“Quite sufficient.”
I pushed into my little one’s needy cunt, groaning at the way it gripped me so tightly, beckoning me deeper with how wet she was. “Dripping with lust, taking all of me so eagerly, my good little goddess.”
How sweetly she moaned, her back arched to allow deep thrusts while my hand cupped her belly. How strangely arousing this was, sensing the movement of my child against my palm while I drove into my wife.
And yet, Ada soon pressed a hand to her forehead, her hips stilling. “Not again.”
Another spell of dizziness. It happened often lately when she rested on one side too long, likely because the weight of the child narrowed the blood flow of an artery, but who could say? Her flesh and bone evaded my powers, but a good husband ought to work around that.
I slung my arm around her, helping her up as the leaves of the willow above us rustled. “Up with you.”
Skin braided itself down from the bony white branches of the tree, weaving together into a harness beneath her buttocks. Two thicker ropes formed beside her arms so she may hold on to it, creating a kind of swing that lifted her off the ground.
Stroking her thighs apart, I stepped up between them. I brought Ada’s hands to the ropes, then once more pushed inside her. Suspended like this, she gently shifted back at each thrust, only to fall onto my length with more energy.
“More,” she said as her knuckles stiffened beneath my hands.
I let my hands fall to her hips, holding her steady in the contraption of the swing as I fucked her harder. I observed the angle at which she shifted her pelvis, listened to the sound of her moans, and paid close attention to the rise of her nipples.
However much of a god I was, my divine wife left me stripped bare to the skills of a man. And when we reached our pleasure together, only to fall into each other’s arms after, neither of us could disguise what we had as anything but love.
Achingly true love.
For eternity.