The soft chime of the communication crystal pulled Jason from sleep at 6:25 AM. He blinked groggily,
disoriented for a moment—the room was unfamiliar, darker than his usual quarters. Then he
remembered: Sarah's room. He'd spent the night with her, holding her as she slept peacefully in his arms.
Sarah stirred beside him, making a soft sound of protest at being disturbed, but didn't fully wake. Jason
carefully extracted himself from her embrace and reached for the crystal on the nightstand, accepting the
incoming call.
"Hello?" His voice was rough with sleep.
"Good morning, stud." The voice on the other end was unmistakably Wendia's—warm, slightly husky, and
carrying a flirtatious edge that made Jason instantly more alert.
A smile tugged at his lips despite the early hour. "Good morning to you too, officer. And to what do I owe
the pleasure of such an early morning dial?"
There was a brief pause, and when Wendia spoke again, her tone had shifted—still warm, but more
serious, tinged with concern. "Well, I was calling to actually warn you about something. The Blue Fang
Syndicate has been moving fast. They're already seizing Trex's territory, investigating what occurred. And
Jason... Trex was a big fish, but he had bigger fish to answer to."
Jason sat up straighter, his mind immediately sharpening. Behind him, Sarah shifted in her sleep but
didn't wake. "Go on."
"Somebody you need to be on the lookout for is a woman by the name of Ranie Stormpaw," Wendia
continued, her voice taking on a professional edge. "She's a Bearkin, and she's dangerous—not just
physically, but politically. She has an affinity for thunder and storm elemental magic. More importantly,
she's a Direct Emissary for the Blue Fang leadership."
"What does that mean, exactly?" Jason asked.
"It means she speaks with the authority of the Syndicate's top brass. When she shows up, it's because
the big bosses want answers or want to send a message. She's not just muscle—she's a diplomat, an
enforcer, and a mage all rolled into one very intimidating package."
Jason absorbed this information, already running through scenarios in his mind. "What does she look
like?""Six feet tall, powerfully built—Bearkin usually are. Brown flowing hair with heavy blue highlights that look
like lightning streaks. Dark blue eyes that seem to crackle with electricity when she's using her magic. Oh,
and you can't miss the fangs that peek out when she smiles. Trust me, Mr. Walker—you'll know her when
you see her."
Jason felt a wave of exasperation wash over him. The store was doing well, they had new staff settling in,
and he still had to worry about helping Sarah adjust to her new position today. And now he had to deal
with the potential threat of a magical enforcer from a criminal organization?
"Thanks for the information," Jason said, keeping his voice steady despite his internal frustration. "I'll
handle it. Trust me."
On her end of the line, Wendia rolled her eyes. She could hear the confidence in his voice, could picture
the way he probably looked right now—strong, capable, ready to face whatever came his way. It was part
of what drew her to him so strongly. But it also worried her.
She knew Jason was strong—she'd seen the aftermath of what he'd done to those six gang members.
But Ranie Stormpaw was in a different league entirely. A direct confrontation with her could be deadly,
and the thought of losing Jason... the thought made her chest tighten with unexpected pain.
When did I start caring this much? she wondered. I barely know him, and yet...
Her wolf instincts supplied the answer immediately: MATE. PROTECT MATE. KEEP MATE SAFE.
Wendia pushed the possessive thoughts aside and focused on the more practical matter she'd been
working up the courage to address. "Well, while I've got you on the phone... would you be free and interested in going out? On a date, I mean. Yes, a date—I'm asking." She paused, then added quickly,
"On Soladay evening. I'll make it worth your time."
Her eyes were hopeful, and though Jason couldn't see her through the crystal, he could hear the slight
nervousness in her voice, could picture the way her tail was probably wagging with anticipation.
Jason did some quick mental math. Soladay was two days away—the store would be closed, which
meant he'd have time. But he also needed to check in with all his women, including Fiona, Flena, and
Donna. All three were pregnant, and he didn't want any of them to think he cared less for them than the
others. But if he planned carefully...
"Yes," Jason said finally. "I can make it work, Wendia. Hopefully you can make it worth my while."
Wendia's response was immediate and gleeful. "Okay, great! I'll pick you up at 5 PM on Soladay. See you then, Mr. Walker!"
The connection ended with a soft chime, and Jason heard—very faintly, as if Wendia had forgotten to fully
close the connection—an excited squeal followed by what sounded like her congratulating herself.
Jason chuckled softly, shaking his head with amusement. Then he felt movement behind him and turned
to find Sarah awake, watching him with sleepy but attentive eyes.
"Everything okay?" she asked softly.
"Everything's fine," Jason assured her. "Just some business to handle later. For now—"
He was interrupted as Sarah suddenly pushed him backward onto the bed with surprising strength. He landed on his back, and Sarah immediately climbed on top of him, straddling his waist with a determined expression.
"No, no, boss," she said, her voice taking on a playful but earnest tone. "I want to show you how happy I am to be yours."Sarah's Morning Worship
They were both still naked from last night, their clothes scattered on the floor where they'd been hastily discarded. Sarah's dark hair fell around her shoulders in messy waves, and her eyes—those beautiful
eyes that had been so haunted and afraid yesterday—now burned with desire and devotion.
Jason felt his body responding immediately to her proximity, to the warmth of her skin against his, to the
weight of her sitting on his hips. His cock began to harden, pressing against her ass, and Sarah's eyes darkened as she felt it.
"I've been dreaming about this," Sarah whispered, her hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the
powerful muscles beneath. "About worshipping you properly. About showing you how much you mean to me."
She leaned down and kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, her tongue sliding against his. Jason's hands moved to her hips, gripping them, feeling the curves of her body. When she finally pulled back, they were
both breathing harder.
"Let me worship you," Sarah said, already sliding down his body. "Please. I need to taste you again."
She positioned herself between his legs, and Jason propped himself up on his elbows to watch. Sarah
looked up at him through her lashes, her expression one of pure devotion, and then lowered her head to
his cock.
She started with soft kisses along his shaft—gentle, reverent touches of her lips against his skin. Her
hands came up to cradle his length, and she marveled at the size and weight of him.
"You're so big," she murmured. "So perfect. I still can't believe this is mine now. That you're mine."
"I'm yours," Jason confirmed, his voice rough. "And you're mine, Sarah. Completely."
The words made her shiver with pleasure. She continued her worship, her kisses moving lower until she
reached his balls. They were heavy and full, and Sarah cupped them reverently in both hands.
"I love these so much," she whispered. "I love how big they are, how full they feel. I love knowing that
these are what filled me last night, what put your baby inside me."
She pressed her face against his sack, inhaling deeply, breathing in his masculine scent. The
pheromones that were part of Jason's enhanced biology hit her full force, making her head swim with
desire. Her pussy clenched with need, already wet and ready for him.
Sarah's tongue came out, and she began to lick his balls with long, slow strokes. She traced every ridge,
every contour, learning the geography of them. Jason groaned above her, his hand moving to tangle in
her dark hair.
"That's good, Sarah," he encouraged. "Show me how much you love worshipping my balls."
Sarah increased her efforts, taking one of his heavy orbs into her mouth. Her lips stretched around it, and
she sucked gently while her tongue swirled and caressed. The taste was pure masculine musk—salty,
earthy, intoxicating. She moaned around his ball, the vibration sending pleasant tingles through Jason's
body.
She released it with a wet pop and immediately moved to the other, giving it the same devoted attention.
Her hands weren't idle—they stroked his shaft, keeping him hard and ready, occasionally spreading the
precum that leaked from his tip along his length.
"So good," Jason groaned. "Such a good girl, worshipping me like this."The praise made Sarah even more eager. She pulled back and looked up at him, her eyes bright with
desire and determination. "I want to try something," she said. "I want to take both of them in my mouth at
once."
Jason's cock twitched at her words. "Go ahead, baby. Show me what you can do."
Sarah opened her mouth as wide as she could and pressed both of his balls against her lips. Her jaw
stretched almost painfully, but she was determined. Slowly, carefully, she worked them both into her
mouth, her cheeks bulging obscenely.
"Fuck," Jason hissed, the sight and sensation overwhelming. "That's so fucking hot."
Sarah's eyes watered from the stretch, but she held them there, her tongue working as best it could
against both orbs at once. She hummed, sending vibrations through his sensitive flesh, and Jason's grip
tightened in her hair.
She held them in her mouth for as long as she could, drool beginning to drip from the corners of her lips,
running down his balls and onto the sheets. Finally, she had to release them to breathe, gasping for air.
"You're incredible," Jason praised, and Sarah beamed at him.
"I'm not done yet," she said, catching her breath. Then she moved even lower, her hands urging his legs
apart.
Jason understood what she wanted and spread his legs wider, giving her access. Sarah's eyes locked on
his asshole, and she licked her lips in anticipation.
"I want to worship every part of you," she said softly. "Every single inch deserves my devotion."
She leaned in and dragged her tongue along his taint, that sensitive spot between his balls and his ass.
Jason's sharp intake of breath told her he liked it, so she did it again, applying more pressure this time.
Her tongue moved lower, circling his hole, getting it wet with her saliva. She could feel Jason tensing with
anticipation, and she smiled against his skin before pressing forward.
The tight ring of muscle resisted for a moment, then gave way, and Sarah's tongue penetrated him. Jason
groaned loudly, his hips jerking involuntarily at the sensation.
"Fuck, Sarah!" he gasped. "That's so good!"
Sarah began to tongue-fuck his ass with increasing confidence, pushing deeper, trying to reach his
prostate. Her technique improved with each thrust of her tongue—she learned the angle, the pressure,
the rhythm that made Jason groan the loudest.
One of her hands reached up to wrap around his cock, stroking him in time with her tongue's movements.
The dual stimulation was intense, and Jason could feel his orgasm building already.
"I'm going to make you cum," Sarah mumbled against his skin. "I'm going to make you cum from
worshipping your ass."
She increased her efforts, her tongue working faster, her hand stroking his cock with firm, steady
pressure. Jason's breathing became ragged, his muscles tensing.
"Sarah," he warned. "I'm close. So fucking close."
"Cum for me," Sarah pulled back just enough to say clearly. "Let me taste you. I need it."
She moved her mouth to his cock just as Jason's orgasm hit. The first spurt of cum shot into her mouth
with incredible force, hitting the back of her throat. Sarah swallowed quickly, but there was so much—pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed flooding her mouth.
She swallowed as fast as she could, her throat working frantically, but the volume was overwhelming.
Some of it overflowed, dripping from the corners of her mouth, but she kept her lips sealed around his
cock, determined to take as much as possible.
Jason's cock kept pulsing, kept releasing more cum, and Sarah's belly began to visibly swell as she
swallowed load after load. By the time his orgasm finally subsided, her stomach was distended, looking
several months pregnant.
Sarah released his cock and sat back, one hand moving to her swollen belly. She looked down at herself
in amazement, feeling the weight and warmth of his seed inside her.
"So full," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm so full of you."
She burped softly, covering her mouth with embarrassment, but Jason just chuckled. "You did amazing," he praised. "That was incredible."
Sarah's face lit up with happiness at the praise. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his
cheek, her hand still resting on her cum-filled belly.
"Thank you for the meal, Boss Man," she said with genuine affection. "Now let's shower and get ready for work."