The car pulled up into a custom-built shelter mere steps from the front door. We were barely out before a troupe of footmen came out and started unloading the back, marching two by two up the impressive marble steps.
By the time we had ourselves gotten into the house they had disappeared, along with our things. I was struck by an irrational pang of worry.
“They are in your rooms unpacking,” Leif said.
“I thought I would be you, know, with you.”
“Oh, you are. I also set up a nursery for Polly. I figured she would want her own bed. Please, make yourself at home.”
I sat on the first couch I came to, trying to convince myself that this was all real and not some kind of beautiful dream.
“How?”
“I got lucky,” Leif said, sitting down next to us.
“On the lottery?”
“Oh, no, every cent was earned. I’ve always been good with computers, and I happened to graduate from M.I.T. just when a master’s degree in computer engineering would be most relevant. I started a company that wrote security software, using other white hat hackers to ensure the strength of the programming, and it just grew from there.”
“You’re a hacker?”
“I was, only gray hat, though. Went by the name LOKI. Master of mischief. Silly pranks really, like creating parodies of white supremacists. Like instead of White Internet Nationalists we would make it Weird Introverted Nerds, though their homepage looked identical, right down to the font on the initials.”
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, but it sure sounded impressive.
“Wow, so you really are a billionaire.”
“Yes, but usually I try not to make a big deal of it.”
The footmen trooped back down the stairs in perfect unison, before disappearing down into the basement. As though on cue, Polly yawned wide. I wasn’t surprised. She’d had a big day.
“Sleepy, ladybug?”
Polly nodded quickly, too tired to respond. I stood slowly, Polly laying her head on my chest.
“I’ll show you to the nursery,” Leif said.
“Thanks.”
It was lovely. Polly’s old toys were mixed in with new ones Leif must have bought. Her crib, an ancient-looking mobile hanging over it, was at the center. Polly was fast asleep by the time I lay her down in it.
I wasn’t sure what was happening at first. I had been waiting so long for Leif to touch me, it didn’t quite register when it finally happened. I felt a hand lovingly squeeze my ass.
“Want to see our room?”
“Yes sir,” I whispered, my submissive side coming out in full force.
It was as big as the entire house Meegan and I grew up in. He had decorated it with tasteful, earlier-century reliefs and antique furniture. Murals of scenes from Norse mythology were painted on the walls in photo-realistic detail. Everything was centered around the Edwardian four-poster bed, complete with curtains, that was set in the middle of the huge room.
Swooping me up into his strong arms, Leif carried me over to the bed, kissing me passionately as we went. Having been set down on my feet, I stood still as he gently undressed me until I was naked and vulnerable before him.
He started with my cheeks. His hands ran over my entire body, getting to know every inch of me, his tongue following close behind. Eventually, his erotic sojourn ended when he came to my pussy, already damp and pink with excitement at the very thought of his touch.
Tenderly spreading my silken lips with gentle fingers, Leif caressed my aching little pussy with his tongue. I moaned, long and loud, not having to worry about being heard anymore. Taking this as encouragement, Leif slipped a finger in next, lovingly working me as he licked me.
I thought I might pass out, my knees actually buckling from under me, but Leif was there. Catching me with ease, he elevated me from the ground, transporting me onto the bed. Keeping one hand stroking my belly to maintain contact, Leif took off his suit with the other, making things even between us.
Kneeling down beside me so I wouldn’t have to get up, he fed me his cock, getting it most of the way into my mouth, and a good bit of it going down my throat. Finding a comfortable depth, he stroked my hair as he carefully face-fucked me, stimulating my clit with his free hand while he was at it. We came in tandem. Leif finally filled my mouth with his thick, sweet cum as he worked me to a deep orgasm, making me shake like a paint mixer.
When I recovered, Leif pulled me down to the edge of the bed, getting me into a similar position to the one I got into on the chair. He was going to fuck me. I tried to relax and make things as easy as possible. I worried a little about the lack of lube, but my pussy was already so prepped I didn’t think it would be a problem.
Leif reached over to the night table, stroking my clit with his thumb. To my relief he grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. Getting both us nice and slick, he capped the lube again and began to stroke the warm head of his beautiful cock against my open and ready pussy.
Easing himself in, making me feel every inch, Leif got his cock inside all the way to the hilt. Backing off a bit to make room, he lubed up something that I didn’t recognize but that kind of reminded me of a dildo and then reached behind me. I yelped with surprise as the chilly wet tip touched my asshole. Leif stroked my belly again, relaxing me enough to to slip it in.
“How does that feel, jellybean?”
“Really good, sir.”
With the buttplug deep in my ass, stretching me out, Leif stared to fuck my pussy, working his massive manhood inside until I thought I might scream. And then I did, loudly, letting all the pleasure I was feeling out at once. There was no other way to accurately express it.
The world started to spin. I had to close my eyes and focus to remain conscious. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
“Marry me,” Leif said, embracing me in the afterglow.
“What?” I asked, not sure I had heard him correctly.
“You are the one for me. I want to marry you, to be Polly’s stepdad, maybe even adopt her if you agree. I also want to have more babies with you. Now that we can actually be together, I never want to let you go again.”
I couldn’t speak. I was so happy I could scream. Or cry. Probably both at once. In the end I went with a response that was a touch less melodramatic.
“Yes. Yes, of course, I’ll marry you!”
Epilogue
Leif
I always cried at weddings. Not just because most of them happened in the spring and I had a tendency toward hay fever. I never thought I would cry at my own, though. I could only hope that my cheeks were pale enough that no one would notice.
There had been a minor disagreement in terms of who would officiate. Brigid’s family wanted a Wiccan priestess and my side argued strongly for an ancient Norse priest. I was fairly neutral on the subject, mostly just wanting Brigid to be happy, and we compromised with a combination of a Justice of the Peace and a Druid elder.
Brigid looked beautiful, dressed in a flowing gown of the style generally referred to as Pre-Raphaelite, jelly-bean-red hair done up in an elaborate braid, the whole thing topped with a daisy crown. Her baby bump showed subtly through the blue velvet.
Polly followed close behind, flinging seasonal flowers about the place, in a baby version of her mother’s dress. She had turned three by the wedding day, and was walking a lot better, in addition to having added a few hundred more words to her vocabulary.