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This summer's drought was finally coming to an end. Weeks worth of rain darkened the sky, even so your small beacon of a home was difficult to make out. You couldn't even see the moon’s subtle glow as you looked out into the evening sky, no light traveled too far in the downpour.
You wouldn’t mind the rain; it was refreshing to have company with your own solitary thoughts. Sergei has been gone for a month now, and the correspondence you’ve received only states that his mark is elusive and he misses home, he misses you . That was from day 9. You don’t need to check the clock to know it’s ticked into tomorrow, into day 32. Every day that passes makes your bones feel heavier, each ounce a pound filling you up from your toes. You keep busy, as you always do.
You live off the land and embrace its challenges, including the drought that has driven away most game from the area and made the streams too shallow for edible fish. Luckily, you have a hidden stockpile of goods Calypso begged you to take back. She stated, “No girl should have to survive out here without a little treat”. So thankfully she did pack some staples alongside her copious amounts of candy. You weren't desolate by any means. You can make one call and have an airdrop of supplies within 10 klicks of your home, but along with the fatigue of isolation, rabbit jerky, and peanut butter cups seemed like a suitable meal for tonight.
Even as you sit in the copper-lined bath (one of the only additions you requested of Sergei before you began your permanent residence) and listen to the steady buzz of rainfall, you can't help but wonder where he is. Sergei was the definition of resilience. No matter the conditions or obstacles of the hunt, he will make his kill and return home to you. And whilst you understand the complexities of family, you at least know Dmitri would at least alert you of his demise. That phone has remained silent, so you shall continue to wait.
The water long grew cold once you finally stood, drying yourself with a weathered terry cloth towel, and pulling on a set of his briefs and flannel that scarcely held his smell after the amount of time that had passed without him wearing it. Doing the laundry was a sad day, as it was one less shirt that held onto his scent, deep and earthy as the ground will probably smell after this rain, yet sharp and dangerous a musk that pulls you in and muddles your brain. You’ve read up on pheromones and the human sense of smell and you know there were reasons for its allure. But living in the wilderness around you has heightened you to its importance. Whether it be for finding game or for foraging or simply knowing when it was to rain, having a keen sense of smell was a matter of survival here.
So when as you lay in bed, the glow of your fireplace sends faint shadows across the dome ceiling, the soothing smell of pine and the warmth of the flame start to lull you to sleep. It smells enough like him. Feels enough like him. And it’s a soddy stand-in for a man like Sergei Kravenoff. But you make do, as you have been.
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It somehow wasn’t the thunder that woke you. You were far too deep in your dreams for that. The feeling of calloused hands, hot tongues, and muscled thighs echoed in your limbs, his heavy weight and decadent taste just the tip of your tongue. But the smell? The thick, dizzying musk that calls to your inner core? That was real, that was here.
Sitting up, you tried to look with the light of the still-burning fire but found it wasn’t needed. Two golden eyes reflected in the shadows, and quickly they moved more into the light where your lesser eyes could see them turn to a soft blue, framed by dark curls that were heavy from the rain outside. He had another scar on his face and probably more hidden away. Even a legend such as Kraven can’t always get off without a mark, especially if he’s already been a month away from his lover.
“Sergei…”You called, reaching out for him. Before you ever finished his name he knelt before you, his face in your lap. His cheeks were rough, his beard unruly and long, and the grime and blood you make out on his shirt tell enough tales of his time away. His eyes gently close as he breathes you in, deep steady breaths. But then he stills. He raised his face to look at you for a moment before giving you a dopey smile.
“Is it cheesy to say I’ve missed you?” You give a little chuckle as you thumb his cheek, passing over the cut to check its freshness, no blood, but it hasn’t closed. The ending was difficult you gather.
“It’s mutual, not to worry. Let's get you cleaned up.” Now his palm comes to hold your cheek, fingers able to reach into your still-damp hair. He takes a piece before twirling it around his digit.
“You already bathed.” He moves to stand, but you don't let him take his hand.
“I want to take care of you.” He opens his mouth to protest again, but you stand to cover it with your palm
“I haven’t seen you naked in over a month. I am joining you, Sergei.” He laughs under your fingers, taking them in his before pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“I won’t object to that, my darling.” As soon as he kissed your knuckles again, he lifted you over his shoulder as he made his way to the bathroom. The sound you made was a bit indigent, but you didn’t care as you felt his hands hold tight under your thighs. And there was the warmth of his skin now at your fingertips, pulling up his shirt to sneak under his pantline. Or try to, his belt was unfortunately too tight at his waist for you to grab his warm, muscled flesh.
“Knock it off back there.” He replied with his own swat at your ass, laughing at your momentary defeat. When you entered the bathroom, you were returned to your own two feet, but not before wrapping your arms around him and placing your chin on his chest.
“You’re hot, I’ve missed you, do you expect me to not want to grab your ass? Especially when it was right there?” You empathized by finally grabbing your handfuls that were owed. He rolled his eyes before leaning down to kiss you. Far too brief for your liking, but the return of his lips to yours was one worth waiting for.
“I’m going to trim my beard, please get the bath going, darling.” He spun you around, pushing you towards the bath with a nudge and an ass pinch. Replugging the bath, setting the water warm and you also adding oils to help the pain you’re sure he's in but will never admit to. You turn back to see his shirt is now off. No new scars to be seen, but a bit of bruising around the old lion bite that took his life and gave him a new one. His belt is now gone, allowing his pants to hang dangerously low on his hip. You weren’t entirely sure what you’d done to deserve this delectable man and the chance to love him, but you’d do it again in a heartbeat.
“I hope you don't flood this bathroom during your ogling, darling.” He looks at you in the mirror, clippers now silent as he finishes his shave.
“The forest isn't the place that suffered a drought. This rain is more than welcome.” You reach behind to turn off the faucet, testing the temperature with your hand before turning back. You step closer to him, pulling his shirt over your head as you get close enough to touch him, grazing your fingers across his exposed back, pressing kisses to the heated skin.
“Is it now?” He turns to face you, taking your hips in his hands. You continue tracing your hands across his chest, feeling relief as well as desire at the lack of wounds. One hand leaves your waist, tracing up your nude back and settling between your shoulders. This time, he takes his time kissing you, his mouth soft and familiar as his tongue starts to lick into yours. It's slow as he takes you apart, tracing your teeth and nipping at your lips. You were all but climbing him, your hands in his hair or around his neck, trying to hold him as close as you could manage with a leg trying to hook around his waist. You could feel him throbbing against your stomach, but you couldn’t find the strength to let go to undo his pants, so you decided to grind against him like a cat in heat. You were growing desperate. You needed to taste more of him, feel more of him, but there was just enough in your way to satisfy your hunger for this man.
“Fuck the bath.” He growls against your mouth, reaching to fully pick you up, wrapping your legs around him. There was one hand with a strong grip holding you up as the other wrapped itself in your hair, pulling your neck to the side so he could continue his journey there. You whimpered as his teeth found your trap muscle and bit hard into the flesh, you repaid him with your nails digging into his back.
He pulled away with a groan, dropping you onto your bed before stepping back. You shuffled back, trying to catch your breath as he stared at you. In the dying firelight, you see he was breathing as heavy as you, hard and desperate as he reached to finally undo his pants. He slowed down again, taking his time to pop the button and pull down the zipper. And you watched every step. Especially as they started to fall to the floor, his underwear now stained where he strained against it.
“Did you miss me?” He cocked his head to the side as he touched himself, gliding over his still-covered length. You watched his hands tug at himself, slipping underneath to give himself some relief.
“Of course, how could I not.” Willing to play this game, you let your legs fall open, knowing you have already started to drench the center of your borrowed underwear.
His reaction was immediate. His nostrils flared as you presumed he could smell your desire, if by some off chance, he couldn’t see it. The growl started low in his chest before he pushed his underwear the rest of the way down and climbed in after you.
“You are just begging to be bred, aren’t you?” You barely had a moment to blush before he yanked you down the bed and buried his face between your thighs. He licked and tongued at you through the stolen pair, not wanting to waste a single drop. You groaned at the sensation, the warmth, the friction as he tried to soak up every last ounce of your essence. Moaning his name, he finally pulled away enough to rip the underwear from you, barely feeling the puff of air from his mouth before he dove back in. His nose pressed against your clit as traced every edge of your folds, lapping at the nectar from your core. Your fingers gripped at his hair as he brought you closer, knowing that if he were another man that it would be too much. But not to Sergei, never to Sergei.
“Cmon baby, come for me. I need to feel you come on my tongue, darling.” He pulled away to look at you, making sure you watch as his tongue rolls back over your clit again and again. You cried out when he pushed two fingers in, feeling yourself clamp down and shake as he continued to circle your clit. His tongue then became his thumb as he started to move his hand. The sound of your pussy sucking in his digits echoed in the dome, along with your cries of pleasure. You barely had time to come down before he was sending you barreling towards another cliff.
“Sergei, please.” You cried, feeling his mouth now take root at your breast, nipping and biting at the warmed and now sweat-slick skin.
“What is it my darling, need more?” You pulled him from your chest to kiss him, feeling more teeth and tasting your own cum in the process.
“Need you, Sergei, please.”
“I need you ready for me, darling. Wet and ready for me.” His voice was gravelly in your ear, barely more than a rumble. His hand was unrelenting as he slipped a third thick finger into your weeping cunt, ripping another orgasm from your chest. You curled into him as you felt the waves wash over you, white-hot nerves on overdrive. His hand finally slowed down to give you a reprieve, even though you both knew that was not the end. He watched you catch your breath as he wrapped his drenched hand around himself, amply coating his cock in your slick.
“I love you, half of my heart.”He leaned back over you, situating himself between your tired trembling thighs. You could feel his fat mushroom head already gliding across your core.
“I love you too, half of mine.” He leaned his forehead to yours as he pressed forward. It felt like forever and a minute before you were full until the hilt. Every groove and vein fills you perfectly, like you were made for each other. You could feel his resolve start to falter, whatever intention he had to give you a moment crumbled as you squeezed around him. He pulled back out with a groan before setting a steady, unrelenting pace. You fought to hold onto his shoulders as he kept burying himself inside you. The slap of skin and shared groans filled the glass dome, fully surrounding you with each other.
He pushed one of your knees to your chest to push deeper,a feat you were unsure was possible. But the punch of breath from your lungs proved you wrong as he rocked even deeper. Your clit was pressed against his pubic bone, and every surge brought you closer and closer to another edge. Almost like he could sense it, he reached down to sandwich his hand between you to roll his thumb over your clit. Not even two passes and you were clenching down on him again, body tight before it was completely limbless under him.
Your body was already on fire, flames flowing through your veins as he slowed for a moment. Picking your boneless body up from the bed, he moves to sit against the wall, holding you in his lap. You felt tears start to prick in your eyes. He held you impossibly close and he helped you move on top of him. You were pressed together so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe.
His eyes, always so guarded, were liquid, vulnerable, open. You kept eye contact even as he started to thrust up into you, his control waning as he was nearing his own end. Leaning forward to kiss him, you let your cheek fall to his shoulder as he loses his rhythm, impossibly close. You felt your own end creeping up on you. A final wave of pleasure crashed down as you turned your head, you latched your teeth down on his shoulder as hard as you could, because even then wouldn't be enough to hurt him, but he felt it. Yelling out as you felt his cock swell and throb, emptying rope after rope of his release inside you.
His hands stayed still around your waist and thigh until he slowly loosened his grip, but still held you to his chest. You weren’t sure if you would be able to hold yourself up if he were to remove his hold on you. Even above the smell of sweat, cum and a little blood, you still pressed your face into his neck, breathing in his scent and reveling in the safety and warmth that fill your bones. And as his hands continue to slowly trace patterns along your spine, your eyes close again, this time in exhaustion. Body heavy with the feeling and taste of Sergei, you find yourself back asleep.
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This time when you wake up, you know it wasn’t just a dream. The phantom sensations are followed directly with the ache of exertion. Thankfully, you were moved to your side at some point. If you were still seated in his lap you certainly weren't going to walk today. But when you reached back, he wasn’t behind you. Your heart lurched as you worried he had left again, but an amused chuckle reassured you were not alone.
“Good Afternoon, my darling. Sleep okay?” You rolled over to see him standing close to the bathroom, looking freshly showered as he dried his hair with a towel. He was still as naked as the day he was born, but then again modesty isn’t his thing when he's home. And even under the aches and pains, your body found a way to heat up as you looked over his powerful form.
“More than okay, considering the blanket thief was back.” He just shook his head as he hung up his towel and made his way back to the bed.
“I am not the thief, you’re just horrible with sharing.” He lifted the blanket quickly to slide underneath, bringing his now clean body next to yours.
“Well, maybe we can get a bigger blanket, or better yet, a 2nd one.” You hooked your protesting leg over him as you pulled yourself closer, putting your cheek to his chest.
“No no, sharing is a virtue, darling. You must learn eventually.” You just hummed as you snuggled closer, once again reveling in the safety of his embrace. You sat in silence for a moment, the melody of his heart and the music of the wilderness being all you could hear. But then you remembered something.
“Did you actually want to get me pregnant?”You felt a rumble start in his chest before looking down at you.
“I always do. I can think of nothing more right than you carrying my child, darling.” He moved so you were sitting up more, able to look him in the eyes.
“And last night?” His smile grew into a wicked grim as he started moving down your body, pulling the blanket back with him. There is a chill without him close, but you have a feeling he doesn’t want you to move right now.
“Not only is it a reward in and of itself coming home to you, but to come home to you fertile? Smelling delicious and wanton, just aching to be filled?” He sits up on his hutches, taking in how you're uncovered for him, once again flush and panting.
“Am I still?” He closed his eyes to take in a breath, nostrils flaring as he took it in.
“You’re a few hours out of the peak. But nothing is happening with that thing in you.” You felt a little chest fallen, but you know he was right. Sitting up, you tried to be eye level with him, wrapping our arms around his neck.
“So we will take a trip to see Calypso soon. You can pick up some intel for your next job, and I’ll take a trip to the clinic. Then maybe by the time we come back home, we can take a stab at it.” His hands were heavy at your hips, thumbs brushing the softness below the bones, where your uterus was.
“You’re certain? You want to be a mother?” You nodded, barely able to keep the smile from your face. With that he climbed off the bed, pulling you with him as he carried you in his arms towards the closet.
“Sergei, what-”
“Anne didn’t want to fly in the rain if she didn’t have to. She’s still on the runway. If not I can make sure she's there when we arrive.” He set you down and reached into the closet, grabbing you each set of clothes to pull on. We each had clothes in our London base, so there was no need to pack, only get dressed. You found yourself giggling as he rushed to get himself dressed before stopping and helping you.
“Sergei, we don't have to go now.”
“I’m not going to get the thought of you pregnant out of my mind until you actually are. So, we’re going to London, and when we get back, we aren’t leaving this house until you’re carrying my baby.” With a very fevered kiss, he handed you your boots before grabbing his phone to probably see where Anne was. The next few weeks were going to be very interesting.
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The forest was surprisingly quiet this spring night. Perhaps they sensed the determined predator passing them by as he made his way back to his mate. Or simply they were too busy preparing themselves for the renewal of spring. Either way, Kraven was determined to make a quick return back to you. It had only been a couple of months since he was actively trying to knock you up. With that measly little implant out of the way, he’s been nearly one-track-minded whenever you smell even close to fertility.
He was worried about why it was taking so long. His timing was never wrong. He was a quick study on learning the stages of your cycle and their smells. He was meticulous with trying to keep his come in you, relishing in the combination of your scents, only for it to leak down your leg when you finally get up. He knows it's wearing down on you as well, even though she trusted his nose, she still peed on a stick a few days before her menses were due. It was hard to hear her cry every month that passed.
As the beaconing light of your shared him came into his view, he grew worried. He couldn’t smell you. He darted up towards the dome and you weren’t there, bed empty, covers tossed. He scanned the area before he heard you humming, making your way up the path from the river. He relaxed as he saw you, preparing just to wait for you up there before the wind changed direction. Something unfamiliar was coming towards you. Quickly he hopped over the ledge and started to sprint towards, but then he stopped just a few yards away.
“Are you alright, Sergei?” You stared at him, staying perfectly still in case he sensed something you couldn’t. But with just two more rushed steps he fell to his knees, his face in your stomach.
“Finally.” He muttered into your stomach.
“Sergei, what's wrong?” Getting to his feet, he keeps a steady hand on your stomach.
“Nothing wrong, darling. Not wrong at all.” You look down at his hand and back up at him for confirmation.
“Am I-” He cuts you off in a kiss, pulling you impossibly close to him.
“You smell like me and like you. I’ve been gone and you still smell like me.” He pulls away and can't help but feel the pride building in his chest, nearly bursting from the seams.
“We’re going to have a baby?” Your eyes burned with tears, only this time of happiness.
“We’re going to have a baby.”