After Roarn had smelled his fill—and often as not, licked her to orgasm—she would finish getting dressed and then make her way to Whiskers and Tails. If it was a slow day and she got a lunch break, she would go back up to check on Roarn and let him scent and taste her again. If she couldn’t get away until the clinic closed, she would come home to make supper for him. Though before they could do anything, he needed to scent her once more.
Since she was teaching him to cook, he would help her in the kitchen, which was nice—her ex had never lifted a finger around the house. But Roarn enjoyed cooking side by side with her, so they made supper together.
He also fixed things around the house and chopped wood while she was gone for the day, to give himself something to do. He had repaired the broken cabinet in the kitchen, the broken floorboards in the corner of her bedroom, and none of the doors squeaked anymore. Also, the woodpile was now enormous—it would last for the next five winters at least. It was really nice having a man who was so good with his hands around the house, Christine thought.
After they ate, they would snuggle together on the couch and watch TV, or sometimes Christine would read Roarn a book. He was learning to read English very quickly, so he sometimes read aloud to her as well. It always made her giggle to hear him read the love scenes from her spicy romance books out loud in that deep, rumbling voice of his. He still spoke haltingly, but she was used to that—it seemed to be part of his speech patterns—in fact, she actually found it rather endearing.
Christine had splurged and bought herself a new robe—a silky red one—since it was too cold to go around the house naked. She wore it for Roarn, loosely belted so that the big Monstrum could reach inside and palm her breasts or cup her pussy whenever he wanted to. He often liked to have her lay between his thighs on the couch while they watched TV so that he could reach around and stroke her breasts and play with her nipples, or part her pussy lips and slowly caress her aching clit.
This kind of activity often meant they went to bed early, the better to enjoy each other’s bodies. Roarn could never get enough of tasting her and it seemed like her pussy was always wet for him and her nipples were always hard.
Christine even began to wonder if being with the big Monstrum was doing something to her body—she couldn’t remember ever being so horny and sexually needy before! But maybe it was just menopause—she had read that while it took some women’s sex drives away, it greatly increased the drives of others.
For whatever reason, she and the big Monstrum were always touching and tasting each other, and Christine thought she had never been happier or felt more sexually fulfilled, even though they still had never actually had sex.
Not that she didn’t want to—she even tried buying a pack of extra-large condoms to see if maybe she and Roarn could make love without the fear of pregnancy. Unfortunately, this was a total failure, since the minute his pleasure barbs became erect, they shredded the latex completely. It was a disappointment, but Christine didn’t think she could have gotten that monster cock inside herself anyway—though she had at least wanted to try. Roarn claimed that his “bonding compounds”—whatever those were—would help her open for him, but she was kind of doubtful about that. And she still didn’t want to risk a pregnancy.
They contented themselves with what had been called “heavy petting” when she was in high school—lots of stroking and caressing and licking and sucking. Sometimes she straddled Roarn’s lap and let him suck her nipples while she slid up and down the thick length of his shaft.
This was especially pleasurable because of the way his pleasure ridges rubbed against her aching clit and Roarn loved to watch her pussy lips spread wide around his throbbing red length.
Christine had even tried reaching back between his legs to gently squeeze his Bonding Knot while she was riding him this way, but the resulting orgasm, when his pleasure barbs became erect and injected his bonding fluid into her sensitive clit, was so strong she nearly fainted. It was a little too much, so she didn’t do it again, but only rubbed against him until they both came.
Then they slept in each other’s arms and woke up and did it all again the next day.
“You know, these past two weeks, you’re looking happier than I’ve ever seen you,” Donna remarked to Christine one day, as they waited at the front desk of Whiskers and Tails to see if any last minute, unscheduled patients might come in before closing.