He caressed her ass and around the back of her upper thigh, rubbing it lightly. She knew what this meant and obediently moved her legs further apart, allowing him access to one of the few parts of her that weren’t black. Slowly, he began rubbing up and down her pink sex. She moaned appreciatively, and her own actions were infused with more vigor.
When he felt she was aroused enough, he slipped a finger inside her. She mewed and squirmed naughtily, and he rewarded her with another. His eyes went to her abdomen and the swollen belly that hung there. Even pregnant, she was still amazingly sexy. Her breasts were swollen and filled with milk. Surprisingly enough, he found that uncharacteristically hot, since big boobs had never been his thing either. He liked petite and boyish figures. But this had been an unexpected twist, especially when they leaked. He now regretted not having her designed with the standard four, but, at the time, he hadn’t seen the need. After all, she was never supposed to conceive … and what did you really need with four tits?
He’d always thought that the two-set package was just a bit garish. But, as promised by the marketing people, the buyers had loved it. He regretted now not making it an optional feature and charging extra for it. By Einstein, the money he could’ve made!
She had really amped up her game, going deeper and deeper, now that his fingers had found her g-spot. She hunched against his digits, her orgasm building, while she worked the billionaire closer to his climax. His free hand pushed down into the sofa cushion, using it as leverage to press his groin up into her face.
It was a race he would win. With a groan, he suddenly unleashed into her throat, his hand going from the couch seat to her head as he held her in place. She moaned her approval as she swallowed his thick salty load down. A few seconds later, she released her own orgasm, her juices slicking his fingers and running down her furry inner thighs.
She held him in her mouth until she made sure she’d taken every drop he had to give. That’s what good kitties did. She’d made the mistake of releasing him too soon once before.
She’d never make it again.
Satisfied that he was drained and it was safe, she turned around and lay on her back, her head in his lap. She knew the drill. It was part of the ritual they observed now. Fascinated with her belly and her breasts, she lay quietly, while he explored her pregnancy, hands moving over her stomach and breasts. He seemed to be in awe of the concept of it.
He especially loved pinching her nipples and causing her to squirt milk. He was almost childlike in his fascination with this. Having been an only child, never married, and never having any children previously, this would be the first time he’d ever experienced such. It wasn’t something he’d wanted, but since it’d occurred, why not make the best of it.
The doctor said she was carrying three “cubs.” As far as he could tell, they were perfectly healthy, although one appeared to be what the doctor crassly described as a “runt.” Chastaine didn’t know why that comment had bothered him so badly. After all, it wasn’t like he was planning on putting these freak offspring in his will or signing them up for private school.
Most likely, their future was a research lab to study the effects of human and hybrid breeding. More importantly, to try and solve this mystery that was confounding even GenetX’s brightest and best scientists. How had some AnthroSplice females become impregnated by human males? Safeguards had explicitly been coded into their makeup to prevent such.
No, it wasn’t that he had any feelings at all for the life he’d created inside her womb. It was the fact that the doc’s remark insinuated a shortcoming of some sort on his part.
Runts? Broderick Chastaine did not make “runts.” He made a mental note to have the doctor terminated.
Chastaine wondered how Midnight would react to her offspring being taken from her. Females had such natural maternal instincts. He worried she would take it hard, maybe even become belligerent. He might have to discipline her if she did. The distraction and needs of children had been a determining factor in the decision to keep the AnthroSplices sterile.
He sighed. It would’ve been so much easier to have aborted the fetuses. But he was a scientist. He knew that were too many unanswered questions. Sometimes, the greater good won out.
After a few minutes, Chastaine grew bored with his pet. She was like everything else in his life that didn’t involve his corporation or making more money: just a momentary distraction.
“Ok, darling. Go play.” He coaxed her out of his lap “Daddy has to work now.”
Playtime was over, and Midnight rolled off the couch, making sure she gave her master one last appreciative smile. Appreciative might’ve been an understatement. She gave him a look that a person dying of thirst in the hot desert might give someone who’d just given them a drink of water.
He would expect nothing less.
She padded quietly out of the room and made her way straight to hers. It wasn’t much. A double bed. A dressing table with a mirrored tray covered with assorted perfumes and toiletries. She wasn’t allowed to wear clothes, so there was no need for a dresser or closet. Chastaine liked her walking around the mansion completely nude. It was just another method of control.
Closing the door behind her, she then put an ear to the door, listening intently for several seconds, making sure
