I woke to the soft brush of fingers trailing down my chest, Miko's touch light but insistent, her claws grazing just enough to send a shiver through me, stirring me from the depths of sleep. The room was dim, dawn barely creeping through the thin curtains in pale golden slivers that cast long shadows across the bed. She was pressed against my side, her body warm and curved perfectly into mine, her breath hot on my neck as her hand dipped lower, wrapping around my length through my boxers, stroking slowly with a deliberate rhythm that made me harden instantly. My eyes snapped open fully, blinking away the fog of sleep. That's a new one, I thought, my heart picking up pace. Miko wasn't usually one for morning romps—nights were our thing, winding down in each other's arms after the day's chaos, her tail wrapping around me as we drifted off. But here she was, eyes gleaming with that feral, hungry glint in the low light, her tail swishing under the sheets like an impatient whip, her pregnancy glow making her even more irresistible.
"Morning already?" I murmured, my voice rough and gravelly from sleep, but my body was waking up fast under her skilled touch, heat pooling low in my gut.
She purred low in her throat, leaning in to nip my earlobe with those sharp fangs, just hard enough to draw a hiss from me. "Want you. Now. Been thinking about it all night."
I propped up on an elbow, searching her face in the dimness—her golden eyes dilated, ears perked forward with intent. "You sure? It's early—even for you. Not that I'm complaining, but..."
Her response was immediate and wordless—she stripped with fluid grace, first her top, peeling it off slowly to reveal the soft swell of her breasts, nipples already pebbled and begging for attention in the cool morning air, the subtle curve of her belly catching the faint light like a secret promise. Then her bottoms, shimmying out of them with a teasing wiggle of her hips that made my pulse race, her tail flicking playfully as she tossed them aside. Naked and unashamed, she straddled me in one smooth motion, her slick heat grinding against my hardness, soaking through the thin fabric of my boxers. "Very sure," she whispered, her voice husky, claws lightly raking down my chest as she leaned down to capture my lips in a deep, demanding kiss.
Who was I to argue? Desire surged through me like a wildfire, and I shed my boxers quick, kicking them off the bed. She positioned herself above me, her hands bracing on my shoulders, and sank down onto me in one fluid, breathtaking motion. Her walls clenched tight around me, hot and welcoming, drawing a deep groan from my throat as she started riding. Her hips rolled in sinful, hypnotic waves, grinding down hard, her breasts swaying with each bounce, tail lashing behind her like a counterpoint to our rhythm. "Yes—like that," she gasped, her claws digging in just enough to sting deliciously, leaving faint red trails on my skin that only heightened the sensation. She picked up speed, her body undulating, clit rubbing against my pelvis with every downstroke, her moans filling the quiet room like music.
But she wasn't done—far from it. "Choke me," she demanded breathlessly, her eyes darkening with raw need as she slowed her pace just enough to lean forward, her hair cascading around us like a curtain. "While you fuck me. Make it intense."
I hesitated for a split second, thrusting up to meet her, feeling her pulse around me. "You sure? With the baby—I don't want to hurt you."
"Yes," she insisted, grabbing my hand and guiding it firmly to her throat, her gaze locked on mine with absolute trust. "Lightly. Please. I need it."
I obliged carefully, my fingers wrapping around her neck with gentle, controlled pressure—not too much, just enough to feel her pulse racing wildly under my palm, her breaths coming in shallow, excited pants that made her chest heave. It heightened everything—the way her walls fluttered around me, the slick slide of our bodies, the intimate vulnerability of it all. Her trust in me made it electric, and I flipped us seamlessly, pinning her beneath me on the mattress, driving in deep with powerful thrusts. Her legs hooked around my waist, heels digging into my back, urging me on as her moans turned ragged and feral. The choke was light, measured, her face flushing with pleasure, eyes half-lidded in bliss.
She came hard first, her body arching off the bed, walls pulsing rhythmically around me in waves that nearly pulled me over the edge. I held on, thrusting through her climax, then pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously to release. Cum spilled across her belly and breasts in hot, thick ropes, marking her skin as she sighed deeply, satisfied, her fingers smearing it lazily across her curves before licking one clean with a wicked, contented grin.
"Damn," I panted, collapsing beside her, sweat-slicked and breathless, the room now filled with the musky scent of us. She looked utterly sated, glowing in the afterglow, her tail curling lazily around my thigh.
She stretched like a cat in the sun, her body glistening faintly. "Shower time—sticky now." She padded off to the bathroom with a sway in her hips, leaving me to catch my breath, the water running soon after.
I got up eventually, pulling on sweats, and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, the cool tile under my feet grounding me. As I mixed batter for pancakes—fluffy ones with blueberries we'd picked up at the market, the berries bursting juicily as I stirred—my mind wandered back to the encounter. That was weird, I thought, flipping the first one in the pan with a sizzle, the sweet aroma filling the air. She never asked for it in the morning, normally before sleep, winding down from the day's chaos with slow, intimate touches. Hormones, maybe? Pregnancy turning up the heat in unexpected ways, mixing with her hybrid instincts. Cravings weren't just for food, apparently. Whatever—if it made her happy, I was more than game. It kept things exciting, reminded me how alive our connection was.
Miko emerged from the bathroom a bit later, hair damp and tousled, smelling of soap and shampoo, in fresh clothes that hugged her growing bump just a bit, the fabric stretching softly over the curve. "Smells good," she said, hugging me from behind, her chin on my shoulder as I plated the pancakes.
We ate at the table, pancakes stacked high with syrup dripping down the sides, chatting about nothing heavy—her plans for the nursery, my bar stories from yesterday. The sweetness of the blueberries mixed with the fluffiness, a perfect start despite the early wake-up call. Then it was off to work—her to the store with a quick kiss at the door, me to the bar, the town streets bustling with morning foot traffic.
The shift was steady: mixing drinks behind the polished wooden counter, chatting with regulars about the weather or local gossip, my Bulgarian holding up better each day as I practiced phrases like "Ošte edno?"—another one? On break, I cornered Viktor in the back room, wiping my hands on my apron as he restocked bottles. "Hey, boss—got a question. Good places to propose around here? Thinking of making it official soon."
He grinned wide, leaning on a crate with a knowing look, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ah, finally popping the question! Good man. Few spots: town square at dusk, romantic with the fairy lights and music from the cafes. Or the old stone bridge over the Struma—scenic, with the water rushing below. But best? That lake up north, hidden trail through the woods. Sunset there? Magic. Quiet, private—perfect for hybrids too, no crowds to stare, just nature and you two."
The lake stuck with me immediately—secluded, beautiful, like our cabin getaway but closer. "Lake sounds good. Thanks, Viktor."
Shift done, I headed home, picking up ingredients for dinner on the way—fresh veggies, chicken, spices for a simple stir-fry. Cooked it up as the sun dipped low, the wok sizzling with garlic and ginger, aromas filling the house like a warm embrace. Over steaming plates at the table, I broached it casual, stirring my rice. "Heard from customers about this lake nearby. Sounds nice—want to check it out tomorrow? Get away for a bit, maybe pack a picnic?"
Her eyes lit up instantly, tail swishing with excitement as she speared a piece of chicken. "Yes! Been cooped up with work—fresh air sounds perfect. We could hike a little, see the views."
After dinner, dishes cleared, Miko rummaged in the kitchen with that determined look, whipping up another weird craving meal: marshmallows dipped in strawberry jam, with lemon slices squeezed over top for a tart kick. She munched happily on the couch, the sticky-sweet-tangy mess making me chuckle as I watched from the armchair. "Baby's got interesting taste—marshmallow jam tacos next?"
She laughed, licking jam off her fingers. "Don't tempt me." Satisfied, she joined me in bed soon after, clinging close as always—her body flush against mine, tail entwining my leg like an anchor, head tucked under my chin. We fell asleep like that, her warmth easing me into peaceful dreams, the lake—and the ring hidden in the drawer—waiting for tomorrow, my mind already picturing her reaction.