"Guys my age don't know how to treat me,
Don't know how to please me, don't know how to read me,
Guys my age don't know how to touch me,
Don't know how to love me good,
Guys my age don't know how to tease me,
Don't know how to leave me, don't know how to need me,
Guys my age don't know how to touch me,
Don't know how to love me good,"
—Guys My Age
Hey Violet
As soon as she fell asleep, Betelgeuse slipped out of the bed and made for the nursery he'd spent his last few weeks painstakingly decorating and restoring. The room was now a pale blue-grey, a color of his choosing, and he smiled at the sight before slipping one door over to his workshop. The room may have once been a bedroom, but had since been gutted and turned into his private escape for his woodworking habit.
Currently on his workbench was the heavy, cherry wood rocking chair that he was making for the nursery. It was meant to be a surprise for Lydia's upcoming baby shower, the project being reserved for when she was sleeping or at work. He'd already finished the crib and it sat off to one side, waiting to be filled with blankets and toys for their Buggy.
He was so engrossed with the smoothing of one of the rungs that made up the back of the chair, that he didn't notice Luna slipping into the room. He'd learned quickly that wherever Luna was, his wife was sure to follow. He hummed to himself as he worked, an old folk tune that he'd picked up somewhere through the years.
The humming quickly turned to singing, his deep, gruff voice staying low as he sang.
"Come over the hills, my bonnie Irish lass,
Come over the hills to your darling,
You choose the road, love, and I'll make the vow,
And I'll be your true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
Fair is the lily of the valley,
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne,
But my love is fairer than any…"
Lydia slept well and deep, more exhausted than she knew. When she awoke, all of the animals had found their way onto the bed. Tilly and Bubby flanked her sides while Luna warmed her feet and Percy curled around her head, doing his best to blend in with her hair.
The set up was cozy but entirely too hot. After gently encouraging the babies to let her up and out of bed— Matilda took the most convincing that nap time was over— she indulged in a long, hot bath. Wherever Betelgeuse was, he was clearly getting along just fine without her help. However, after everything was cleaned and lotioned, she found herself seeking out his company on her own. She couldn't relax on her favorite cushy lounging chair in the library without at the very least knowing where he was.
After finding his office, the backyard, the home theatre, and all of his other usual haunts empty, she thought to check the nursery. Maybe he was working on things in there. The last she saw of it, the wallpaper was peeling and there were nails sticking out of the creaking floors. Now, the hardwood panels were just as smooth and polished as the rest of the house, though most of the floor was taken up by a thick white and lilac striped plush rug that her feet sunk into pleasantly when they stepped on it.
Tarp covered the floor all along the wall, lines of tape marking where things were freshly painted, aside from the pungent smell giving it away. Lydia was enchanted. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
One door over led to their bedroom, she knew. Technically, she wasn't supposed to be in here yet, but as pregnant as she was, she had a certain level of immunity. Another door was cracked open and led somewhere she'd never been. There was a low, gravelly humming creeping past the door, its source unmistakable. Tip-toeing quiet and gracefully despite the additional weight, Lydia leaned in the doorway to watch him sing as he worked, breath catching at the sight.
"Oh, Beej," she gasped at the end of his romantic ballad, swooning, glancing over all the finished and half-finished pieces, scarcely able to take it all in with a single look. "Everything's so beautiful."
He jolted at the sound of his wife's voice, spinning to look at her with a frown. "Hey! Get outta here, it's a surprise!" He abandoned his piece of wood and cake to chase her out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"I thought you were sleepin'… yer all clean. God damn… how long was I gone?" He'd only got half the back finished. With the baby shower in only a few months, he was feeling rushed to get everything done. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect by the time their baby was anywhere close to making an appearance.
He pointed a playful finger at her. "Naughty. The naughtiest little thing I ever saw, you are." He was ready to round on her with a punishment of tickles when there was a flash of smoke over his head and a letter fell into his hand.
He frowned, popping open the envelope. Juno's voice emanated from the parchment, viciously angry.
"BETELGEUSE! I'M WAITING ON YOUR PAPERWORK! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!"
The letter burst into flames and he dropped it, stamping out the smoke. He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Bitch. Guess I better get back to it… come get me in a couple hours?"
A couple of hours?
That was entirely too long. Wasn't he the one who wanted her home? Unfair. Just as she started to work up a terrible pout he poofed away, robbing her of the chance to negotiate. Extra unfair!
"Jerk!" She complained to the empty room without any real passion. Fine. A couple hours wasn't so bad. She could do a couple hours. After gorging herself on a lunch of grilled cheese and whatever she could dig out of the garden, Lydia curled up in the home theater with all the animals and watched not one, but two Stephen King movies. She was being good, giving him the time he asked for, but inevitably, her patience dried up.
His office door was open when she came creeping, peaking past the door without bothering him. There were still three untouched boxes of paperwork yet to be filled out. Suddenly, Lydia felt terrible for her selfishness. Hadn't she promised to help him with this? Something told her if she offered, he would just tease her again, make it into a game before banishing her without any real work getting done.
Hmm. She had to approach it from an angle he was more comfortable with. Make it into a game before he could. Struck with inspiration, she tore for her closet without alerting him to her spying. Surely at least one of those sexy little outfits he bought her would still fit with her baby bump.
One stuck out to her more than the others. Oh. He would love that. Probably a little too much. Before Lydia could talk herself out of it, she had her hair strung up in perky pigtails just above each ear, little red ribbons tied in bows. It didn't take much digging around his drawers to find the choker and bell he once wrapped around her neck, the color matching perfectly. It provided a warning jingle for her husband as she pattered down the hall in white thigh-high stockings and a blue plaid mini skirt, not even long enough to cover her ass. Over the top she wore a little white bralette that barely encompassed her full breasts and her old school blazer from Miss Shannon's. It couldn't button all the way, her bump protruding obviously past the stiff material.
She stopped and took a deep breath before revealing herself, committing to the character.
"Ahem."
He was wearing his glasses. A dark glint sparked through the lenses when he saw her, and Lydia flushed deep, almost losing her courage.
"Sir? Would you like some help? I know I have a bit of a… reputation around school, but I promise I'm only a bad girl sometimes."
Betelgeuse hated paperwork. He hated this job! He hated Juno. Anything that kept him away from his lovely pregnant wife was on his shit list. Permanently. He was so tired of filling out the same pieces of information over and over again. Husband: Betelgeuse. Poltergeist. Living name unknown. Died 1464. Wife: Lydia Deetz. Mortal. Age: 16. Birthdate: March 8. Death date: N/A.
He hovered over a new stack that had appeared moments before. There was a birth certificate at the top of the stack, immediately followed by a death certificate. They didn't think the baby would survive. Assholes.
He was just about to throw his reading glasses across the room and quit for the day when he heard the familiar shy lilt of his wife's voice. The words were surprising though. He turned to look at her, his eyes about to bug out of his head. Holy shit. Was he dreaming? He rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to focus on the little game she was playing.
"Well, well… Miss Deetz. Looks like you've gotten yerself in a bit o' trouble, huh? Who's the punk that knocked ya up?"
Oh, good. He was willing to play.
"You wouldn't know him, Professor Geuse Sir."
Lydia fell into the role easily, crossing the red carpet with demure steps and a ducked chin, leading with her stomach and playing at being ashamed of her sullied, pregnant status. The act couldn't be further from the truth, but playing pretend was fun.
"He's older. A bona fide villain and a scoundrel. Took advantage of my naïve feminine sensibilities and then left me all on my lonesome; young, pregnant, and unmarried without a man to call my own."
The story practically wrote itself. By now, she had come over to his side of the desk, saddling her bare ass and the trim of her skirt up onto its polished surface.
"I'm lucky my Daddy didn't just pull me out of school completely."
Betelgeuse was definitely a bad influence on her.
"Can I help you, uhm… grade these papers, Sir? I love helping out… but I guess that's what got me into this mess."
He snorted at the implication that she needed her father's permission for anything now. He was all she needed.
"An older man? Why, Lydia… don't ya know that those older men only want one thing?"
He spread his legs, gripping at his crotch hungrily. "Mmm…. I'd love t'get your help. Only got one chair, though. You're gonna have to sit in my lap."
He reached for her excitedly, pulling her against him and sliding his hands into her blazer. "You know, it's pretty warm in here. You could take yer jacket off if ya want. I promise I won't look at ya too hard."
He winked and begrudgingly returned to his paperwork, hiding the infant death certificate before she could see it. No reason to worry her now. "You can start on this stack here, okay?"
Tucking her ass back in a way that nestled his surging erection right at the crevice of her cheeks, Lydia mimicked the position he had her in earlier and curled her calves up under his thighs. Now she had the desk to latch onto, as well as Betelgeuse's unwavering support at her back.
"You can look at me, Sir."
Like a properly abashed schoolgirl, she removed the blazer at her tutor's request, unlatching the only two done up buttons and dropping it to the floor. Keeping up the game was taking a toll on her nerves, but she was dedicated to the cause.
"I like the way you look at me."
To Lydia's credit, she made an effort at actually getting some of the paperwork done; filling in what she knew the answer to, asking him questions when she didn't, and moving along quickly at the non-applicable queries. It was only once Betelgeuse's rough palms started wandering, searching the flesh along her thighs and beneath her little skirt that she baited him again, unable to help herself. This outfit was making her feel naughty.
"I have to confess, Sir… I've always kind of had a thing for older men like yourself."
Her cheeks were flaming, breath quickening just so as the weight of his petting intensified. Stubbornly, she kept at the paperwork, eager to take responsibility for some of it.
"You're just so worldly and commanding... You have so much to teach me."
He couldn't keep himself from rubbing his hands over her back tenderly as she worked, taking the opportunity to pause in his own work to just watch her. Her back arched temptingly in a way that was familiar, but the rounded belly in front added even more to her naughty little game. He loved thinking up scenarios like this, and it seemed his little schoolgirl had picked up the habit.
I've always kind of had a thing for older men like yourself…
He smirked, his fingers trailing up to press gently against her labia, just teasing across the soft skin. "Oh? Well. Yer right… I got loads to show ya. We might have to bring ya in for remedial lessons…"
His other hand came up to caress her stomach, the gentle movements within making him grin excitedly. He nearly ruined the game to comment on Buggy moving but pushed it aside.
"You know, you seemed like such a sweet, innocent girl Lydia… and here you are… already knocked up and seducin' your teacher?" He clicked his tongue as though disappointed. "Naughty, naughty girl…"
"Looks can be deceiving."
His encouragement emboldened her, solidified the character. She wasn't just his good, sweet obedient wife anymore. No, now she was a bad girl. A promiscuous pregnant teenage slut out for her own gain.
"I don't want to be alone, Professor Geuse Sir."
Still filling out paperwork, she rolled her hips firmly, purposefully, letting his stiff hard-on dig into her backside as she kept working.
"I need somebody to take care of me and my bug. Babies need Daddies."
Sliding a self-conscious glance backward that fit beautifully into her current facade's mannerisms, she was pleased to see him grinning as he felt her up, obviously just as into this as she was. Her hips dipped again and she purred more kinky, nonsensical things, forcing the game home with a heated grind.
"If I take good care of you, will you take care of us? I think you would be such a goood Daddy."
He rocked his hips back up against her as she pressed back, truly sinful things coming from her sweet lips. He growled softly and pulled her skirt the rest of the way up her thighs.
"Yer lookin' for a Daddy, huh? You sure it's for yer buggy and not for you, kitten? You seem like ya need… a firm hand…"
He was suddenly standing, pulling his jacket off and draping it over the edge of the desk to cushion her back as he bullied her onto her back on the desk. "You're a bit of a tease, ain't ya Lydia? No wonder yer knocked up. Bet the poor bastard… just… couldn't help it."
He licked his lips at the sight of her spread open on his desk. This was by far superior to the last time they'd tried to play in here when everything was charged up with anger and hurt. This was just pure, kinky fun.
He ran his hand up her thigh to tease over her clit gently. "I think ya got yerself a deal, Miss… yer gonna have to take real good care of me though… at least three times a week."
"Oh, yes," she nodded in eager agreement making the long pigtails spilling over both her shoulders bounce, a guilty pout drawing out her bitable bottom lip. "I'm a horrible tease. The worst. My bug's father…"
Using his broad shoulder for support as she sat trussed and spread out over his desk and all the paperwork, she caressed her calmed belly and held burning eye contact with him.
"He ravished me. Couldn't take my teasing anymore and had his way with me; anywhere he could, however he wanted."
The game had its hooks in her and she was loving it, getting bolder by the moment. While she made her lustful confessions, he plied her clit with firm little circular motions, making her core weep for him and her breath go short.
"It's all my fault, but you can't blame me, really. I've never had a strong male influence in my life. No one to put me in my place."
He chuckled darkly, nuzzling into her hair gently. "Mmm…. that's alright. I can teach ya…" He sat back in his chair, leaving her on the desk as he kissed down her stomach lovingly.
It was out of character, but who cared. He'd take any opportunity he got to love on her and their kiddo. He ran his hands down her thighs, then back up to rub at her clit again.
"That's my good girl…. you wanna tell me what ya want? Clearly ya want somethin'… look at ya. Drippin for me…"
He grinned and leaned down to run his tongue over her gently, sucking at her lips firmly before pulling back with a soft popping sound.
The delicate lace filigree tops of her thigh-highs along with the bunched up little schoolgirl skirt framed her pussy beautifully. The lips were shaved, but a soft tuft of raven hair was left to flower just above her mound, providing a pretty sight for her husband indeed.
You wanna tell me what ya want?
That persistent flush spread down her neck until it was coloring the snowy flesh spilling out of her bralette. As well as she had carried on the performance thus far, she'd never been any good at dirty talk. Shit, did he really want her to spell it out for him?
"I… I want…"
Tongue-tied and suddenly bashful, she flustered, not having thought the scheme out this far. She wanted to spend time with him. She wanted to help with the paperwork. She didn't want him locked up in this study doing boring things by himself and depriving her of his attention. Anything else on top of all that was just gravy.
"Keep doing… that," she finally strung together an answer as he tongued at her, rattling her speech further. "Or don't. I— I like everything you do. Sir."
The last was added in a rush, the girl eager to keep up with the game she started.
He grinned and repeated the action, scooting forward in his desk chair to get a better angle to suck and pull at her, his nose buried in the thatch of dark hair she'd left for his enjoyment.
His hands trailed over her thighs gently, tracing circles and hearts into her soft skin as he worked her over, his long tongue sliding into her and twisting once before he pulled back and stood, undoing the buckle of his belt.
"Come here and help me, kitten. Lesson number one… how to suck a cock." He smirked, his hands squeezing at her breasts firmly. "Maybe if ya learned this earlier ya wouldn't be in yer little predicament."
He pulled her up to sit at the edge of the desk, careful to support her back where she'd started to complain of soreness as the days of her pregnancy had passed. "Don't worry, I know you'll be a real quick study."
Flexible as she was, it wasn't too difficult a task with the added weight in her midsection to spread her thighs wide, sidle forward, and arch down to take him by the belt loops and undo his fly. Something about watching him undo his belt was so delicious. It was a purely masculine move, one that encouraged her slick pussy to weep further for him and form a little wet spot on the soft inner lining of his jacket.
"I can suck cock," she insisted petulantly, pouting, almost hurt by the implication that she wasn't any good. Wasn't she? She was so sensitive, especially these days. Would he lie to her if her service wasn't up to par?
… but she wasn't his practiced, talented wife right now, was she? She was a naughty pregnant whore earning her keep and bagging a Daddy for her bug. Eager to prove herself, she sucked him down as soon as he jutted forward from his striped trousers, rigid and excited. He was cold in her mouth, as always. The veins in his girth pulsated like any other cock's might, his below-average temperature and odd complexion the only thing giving him away as less than alive.
Lengthy spools of inky hair fell over her shoulders invitingly, begging him to pull and dominate her. Lydia extended the invite further by taking firm hold of his hips while she did her best to swallow the intimidating hunk of flesh without his help, providing stability should he wish to abandon her tits for her hair.
Predicament.
She would show him. She was good at this. The best. He said so!
He moaned as she took him into her mouth, pinching at her tits gently. "Fuck… that's it, kiddo… that's perfect."
He ran his hand up her arms, hopefully encouraging her to keep it up. He could feel her indignation at the suggestion that she couldn't suck him off like the pro she was, but this was all a game… right? He had to at least try to keep up the front.
He gasped as she sunk down further onto him, carefully wrapping one of her pigtails around his hand and pulling her into him. "Fuck yeah… you were right, Miss Deetz… ya sure as hell can suck cock…" He conjured and lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag as he watched her bob her head in his lap.
As much fun as this was, he didn't want her hurt. He popped the cigarette into his mouth and ran the hand down her back, gently checking in to make sure she was alright. "This okay for yer back, baby? We can change it up… if we need to…"
Her tiny, hot tongue ran up the underside of his cock, making him jolt and thrust against her, forcing his cock further down her throat. "Shit! Sorry… sorry, baby…"
Come to think of it, her back was bothering her. Just a little. Releasing him with a guilty little frown as he pet at the tensed muscles, she admitted, "Kinda. Maybe I should… just… a minute…"
With his help, once he realized how she was trying to reposition herself, she turned around and laid out with her head hanging off the edge of the desk. The stockings were slippery on his smooth, polished desk, forcing her to reach down and grab her ankles to keep her legs from slipping off.
"There," she gasped, a smidge out of breath from the effort. "Now fuck my face."
He watched her wiggle, finally catching on as she tried to rearrange. He helped her lay back, watching her with concern to make sure she was really okay before–
There… Now fuck my face.
He snorted, chuckling softly as he ran his hand down her neck and into her bralette. "Right to the fuckin' point… I like the way you work, Lydia… no wonder that man couldn't help knockin' ya up. Yer too much…"
He tangled his free hand into her hair, angling her how he wanted her before pressing into her mouth. He let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back dramatically. "Shit… Relax. Just relax, baby…" He rocked into her slowly, his hand on her throat checking to make sure she could still breathe.
His pace was steady but slow. Each push brought her further and further into his wife's tight throat. "God, that's nice… so fuckin' good for daddy, aren't ya?"
His wife spread out over his desk, dressed as a naughty schoolgirl and brimming with his child, was a vast improvement from sheets of tedious paperwork, now mussed and out of order much like how Lydia usually left these trysts. He grabbed hold of one of her handlebars and hushed directives to her in a soft growl, telling her to relax and ease the process of his sodomy.
He was being so gentle this go around, taking his sweet time and making sure she was comfortable every step of the way. Their bug had made him soft. There was a time when he would have curled his meaty hooks tight around each of her handlebars and fucked her throat with reckless abandon until she was on the brink of passing out from oxygen deprivation.
Granted, he always took it slow at the start when they took off down this path, but something told her he wasn't about to take her so punishingly right this moment.
You're so fuckin' good for daddy, aren't ya?
"Mm," she hummed her adoration for him on a drawback, taking the opportunity to suck hard on the tip and produce more saliva, lube her throat up good. "Lubth- thoo," she paused her work to murmur gently around his cock before getting right back to the task at hand.
He was entranced by the sight of her spread out and debauched, her belly nearly surpassed her pert breasts now, changing every part of the silhouette he was used to. He loved it… seeing her completely taken apart and full of his child made him impossibly harder.
Her muffled sentiment made him smile. "Love you too, baby… hold still…" He pressed himself deeper, the tight sphincter at the base of her throat squeezing and pulling at the head of his cock deliciously.
"Fuck…." He rocked into the tight pull a few more times, his hand squeezing at her breast roughly. "Shit… I'm close baby…'m gonna cum on that pretty face… and then I'm gonna fuck ya for real."
He grinned down at her, her throat stretched taught as he rocked into her. Moments later he was pulling free of her mouth and tightening his hands in until he was holding her pigtails by the base, rubbing his cock eagerly against her face before he was spilling haphazardly over her, some landing on her chin and cheeks and some going as far as the tops of her breasts.
He panted and reached down to rub her belly gently. "Fuck… that was amazing. But I… I think I got another assignment for ya." He desperately tried to fall back into their game, his smirk only growing. "Come sit back in my lap."
Shamelessly, Lydia used her discarded school blazer to wipe cum from her face, neck, and tits, admiring the way his release looked smeared next to Miss Shannon's crest, stark white against the royal blue corduroy. If she missed a drop or two on the tops of her breasts and the swell of her belly, neither of them were in a mind to care too much.
With his assistance, she slid down from the desk into his lap in the rolling chair with complete trust that he wouldn't let her fall. Legs hooked over his elbow and arms around his neck, he cradled her close for a moment like a precious bundle, seemingly still recovering from his explosive peak. The damp tip of his still twitching erection could be felt prodding at her ass cheek out of sight below, perpetually ready for more.
Savoring the closeness, Lydia felt safe to break character.
"Do you like… this?" She queried in a bout of self-consciousness, nuzzling into the mossy crook of his neck. She'd never been so forward, so deviant with him before, not without him first initiating and her just falling in line with his unspoken rules. No, this was an idea all her own, cooked up without any provocation on his part, excepting that he provided the outfit that implanted such perverse notions. Not to mention all the dedicated work he had put into expanding her sexual horizons.
Still. It was her idea.
What other kinds of thoughts might she one day conceptualize with Betelgeuse as her keeper? They would just have to wait and see.
"It's not… not too much?"
He happily took his sweet little girl into his arms, cradling her close to his chest a moment as he prepared for the next scene of their act. His nose ran long hers gently as he heaved heavy breaths, a habit more than anything now.
Her soft questioning made him chuckle. Sure, he'd been surprised when she initiated this but wasn't a game like this one exactly what he'd had in mind when they bought the getup that she was now proudly strutting about in? Of course, it was. Sure, the belly was a surprise, but he certainly wasn't complaining.
"Like it? Baby, I love it… this is amazing. I'm so proud of ya for thinkin' it up. I needed a break… and I dunno if I coulda taken it without you comin' in here to love on me."
He smiled and pulled her back from his neck to kiss her firmly. "And I was right… yer a real quick study. Ya ready for yer next lesson? It's a… pretty big unit. Don't worry, though… no test at the end."
His hand slid up the backs of her thighs, caressing the soft skin while his cock bounced against the globes of her ass. He was eager to move on, to get his girl off. Usually, that was his first priority, but here they were… unmatched in orgasms. That couldn't be how they ended things… he liked to have her a couple of points over him at the very least.
She grinned into the kiss in abject relief at his reassurances, letting loose a breath she didn't know she was holding. This was a big step for her, and so his approval was crucial.
"I told you you didn't have to do this," she reminded while they were still taking their momentary break from character. "You don't have to do any stupid paperwork. It's my fault. I can do it. It's not like I have anything else to do for the rest of the week."
Lydia would be perfectly content to settle in at his desk with a Neitherworldian dictionary or two and crunch through the rest of the paperwork without his assistance during her forced maternity leave.
"I'm an excellent test taker."
Her grades began to slip after Mother's death, but before that they were impeccable, a solid GPA that was sure to land her a full ride to a school of her choice. That was her old life and it didn't matter anymore, but she could garner lessons from her time among the living and apply them here.
"You can quiz me on anything any time, Mister Professor Geuse Sir. I'm always prepared."
"Mister Professor Geuse Sir. Now that's a mouthful… though I guess ya knew that first hand."
He smirked and rubbed slow circles into her inner thigh, his eyes wandering her body as they often did. Not necessarily sexualized, but definitely full of desire. Love.
He was struck again by how much more he loved her than he'd loved anyone before. In his entire existence, no one had wanted his company or his attention in the way she did. She was his whole world… well. Her and Buggy. But for the next few months, his whole world was contained right here… in the delicate body he held across his lap.
He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then her neck, pulling her closer into his lap, lifting her just enough to line the head of his cock up to her entrance. "Well… question one, then…" He rocked her, teasing over her lips playfully.
"Do ya want it? Answer honestly… ya want this cock inside ya, baby girl?"
"Yes, Sir, Mister Professor Geuse Sir," she answered very seriously, teasing. It definitely had a nice ring to it. Rolled off the tongue much easier than his proper name, which was so filthy-sounding it was practically a curse on its own. She was glad he approved.
"Pleeaase," she begged he continued to toy with her, sliding her back and forth along his cock without dropping her too low, nestling the fat tip comfortably between her puffy lips then removing it before she could arch and wriggle and manipulate it deeper.
"I need it. Want you so bad. I would do anything for you, Sir."
As with most everything else she'd said in the course of their play, this was steeped in tease with a grain of truth hidden in the intonation. No doubt he would be able to pick up on it through the silly act.
He groaned at the sweet way she begged, pleading with him on how badly she wanted him to take her. It was cute, the way she wiggled as though he'd let her manipulate the situation when sh so clearly wanted him to be in charge.
He leaned down to kiss her gently, the exclamation holding a grain of truth that resonated in a way that made his heartache. She really would do anything that he wanted her to do. The thought both terrified and invigorated him.
He carefully lowered her exactly where she wanted to be, the head of his cock sliding into her in a slow, torturous stretch. As she bottomed out he groaned, running his hands up her thighs slowly until he was gripping her hips. "Shit. Yer awful tight for all the fuckin' you've supposedly been doin'."
He smirked and nuzzled his nose against hers gently. "That older man of yours got a tiny dick, or what?"
Supposedly. As if he wasn't the one co-starring in all of this apparently alleged fucking. Lydia was too busy being stretched open on his straining girth at an excruciating pace to comment on his ridiculousness. This was a new, strange angle, one that had him hitting her with increased intensity at previously trespassed places. She loved it. He was so close, keeping her cradled and cherished near his chest as he often held her, but with a new type of intimacy.
"Oh… fuck…"
For the first few moments, while he let her sit fully impaled and weighted down by gravity on his cock, she was reduced to shortened breaths and gasped curses, a vocal outlet for conveying the sweet agony he was giving her. It always took her a minute or two to adjust to his substantial size. "Ghost with the most" was an apt title.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, he made his deeply sarcastic self-deprecating crack about the "tiny dicked" father of her baby. It took a great deal of self-restraint to keep from just smacking him across the face.
"Oh yeah," she grit out, baring teeth and holding him tight, quite obviously challenged by the sheer mass of what he had to give her. "Miniscule. Microscopic. Good thing he has such a great personality."
He couldn't help but snicker as she settled against him fully. His cock was a lot to deal with… maybe he should have shrunk it just a touch to make it easier on her. Regardless, she was on now and still seemed willing to play, so he ran his hand over the bottom of her stomach and gave her a moment to adjust.
"Can't have that good a personality of yer comin' to me to play house. I ain't complainin'. Just makin' an observational hypothesis…"
He rocked up into her gently, pressing kisses over her shoulders and neck gently. "How's that feel, Lydia? Ya like that big cock in ya?"
The worst of the sting had worn off, leaving behind a vaguely uncomfortable stretch and a full sensation that told her he was as deep as he was going to go.
Can't have that good of a personality if yer comin' to me to play house.
"If he stuck around," she panted lightly, still physically coming to terms with her impalement, "I don't know that I would have…"
The actress in her was making a show, a genuine bittersweet quality to her voice at the very thought of her husband ever abandoning her.
"I love him. So much."
Soft kisses dappled his jawline as she praised her unborn child's father, her core fluttering and pulsing around him with involuntary muscle spasms as he rocked ever so subtly, shifting his hips without withdrawing, prodding her for a response. She returned the favor in droves, breath hitching and grip tightening, her own hips grinding down to meet his gentle rocking.
"Everybody says he's a bad guy… but they don't know him like I do."
The sweetness of the statement caught him off guard a moment. His slow rocking faltered just slightly as he pressed into her gentle kisses. "Well… I'm sure he loves you too. Maybe just wasn't ready to be a dad… but don't worry, Lydia… I've got ya now. And definitely want that little bun ya got in yer oven…"
He changed his rhythm, his thrusts becoming deeper as he pulled her closer to him. He leaned down to kiss her, tangling his tongue with hers as he thrust into her steadily. The movements rocked her up into the air, only to have gravity bring her back down with a vengeance, soft grunts leaving him as she landed back in his lap.
His hands roamed up her back, then down over the soft skin of her sides until they could rest at her stomach, rubbing slow, smooth circles that juxtaposed his rough thrusts in an odd manner. "Goddamn, I think I love ya… how could I not when yer so goddam good?"
Lydia had never felt so loved, so wanted, so appreciated. Caught up in the act, she was momentarily convinced that she really was this broken-hearted girl left to raise a child on her own, and had finally found someone who would love and care for her despite her sullied status.
Was this what Mother was looking for?
Best not to think about her right now. His tongue was there to muffle her speech, nest along the crevice of her mouth and keep her from saying anything stupid as the terrible, inappropriate thought tainted her pleasure. Regardless, she wasn't given much choice to dwell on it, not with the way he started in on fucking her.
He was rougher now than he was in the dungeon, spurred on by the game most likely. Mewling, she arched back over his sturdy arm, stretching, involuntarily contracting muscles that tried and failed to push him out. She choked his thick girth this way, pitch rising as he continued rutting up into her, bouncing her off his lap with strong thrusts and forcing the stubbornly clenched tunnel of muscle to swallow him whole with the force of gravity.
"Fuck!" She cried brokenly, digging her nails into his knee for a sense of grounding. "Please! Oh, God, Beej! So good! Harder! Faster! Please fuck me!"
Her face had a strange look on it, one full of far too much emotion for him to interpret in the throes of passion. He simply held her close and tried to pour everything he felt for into their embrace. How could she not see how truly perfect she was? Even now?
He brushed off the thought, pulling her closer as he rocked up into her. His hands found her hips as his pace increased, doing his best to not actually hurt her, though he was sure she'd be sore tomorrow, simply from the positioning he'd bent her through.
One hand came up to caress the bottom of her rounded belly, his face pressing into her neck as he panted and grunted, bracing himself so he could thrust up harder into her as she'd requested. He moaned softly as she clenched down around him, nearly too tight to continue his assault.
"Fuck, baby… I gotcha.. relax, Lyds… relax… I'm here…"
Ever obedient, unable to deny him anything especially when he was begging like that, she forced herself to go lax to his furious thrusting. This allowed him to hit deeper, nudging something at the limitations of her inner parts that sent her into a fervor. Her peak, having been teased and denied for much of their romp, was loud and messy, desperate wails filling the office space as well as wet slapping as she soaked the crotch of his pants with her abundant release.
Once the explosive show subsided, she went truly pliant, barely able to keep producing noises for him as he kept at it, the punishing rhythm she pled for never faltering in pursuit of his own euphoria. It was bliss. Everything was perfect and calm in Lydia's world, despite the brutal fucking she was undertaking. He was here. He had her. He wasn't going anywhere.
If not for the occasional breathy moans spilling past her arousal swollen lips, she would have appeared asleep; countenance smoothed in serene contentment, head lolling gently against his wild hair as he burrowed into her neck to bite and suckle marks there. Gentle and sweet in direct contrast to his beastly motions, she trailed a small hand up to stroke up his mossy neck and hairline, softly coming to trace his stubbly cheek.
"M'yours," she assured her savage husband in between thrusts, finding the wherewithal to brush an angelic kiss across his clammy forehead. "No one else's… Ever again…"
Betel knew he wasn't going to be far behind. Their charade had fallen away completely by the time she was falling over the edge into her orgasm, spasming and wailing in his lap.
He panted as he continued his barrage, his hands gentling as she went lax against his chest, her soft breathing slowing until he nearly thought she was sleeping, through the soft sounds and reassurances were evidence that she wasn't. He knew he wouldn't last.
Her soft lips brushing his forehead did him in, and he pulled her down onto him as far as she could go, a choked moan of her name leaving his lips as he filled her, his cock twitching spasmodically inside of her.
"Fuck, I love you…I'm yours too… no one else's. Never again… Goddamn…" He collapsed back into his chair, grinning up at his wife lovingly. "You…. you are a naughty little thing, Mrs. Geuse…. who knew?"
That was a fun game. She would have to come to him to play out scenarios like this more often. There was something titillating about putting on someone else's skin and acting out scenes that would never see the light of day otherwise. She would never see a classroom again, he would never abandon her and their bug, and she would never be forced to whore herself for financial and paternal support.
You are a naughty little thing, Mrs. Geuse. Who knew?
Smirking softly through her sex-induced lethargy, Lydia tugged his jacket off the nearby desk, bringing it up to cover herself as her heart rated slowed and sweat-slicked flesh began to develop goosebumps.
"Would you believe me if I told you I really did just come in here to help with paperwork?"
The kinky sex was a pleasant side-effect, but not the goal.
"I don't want you to do anymore. You work hard enough. I can do it. I'm not dumb. Give me a couple of days and I can have it all filled out."
Would you believe me if I told you I really did just come in here to help with paperwork?
"Not for a second. Ya really got all dolled up like that and expected me not to ravish ya? Yer crazier 'n I gave you credit for."
He smirked and leaned up to kiss her. "I got no doubt you can do it, but you got a day job and I don't. Gives me somethin' to do when I let ya go back."
He stood, grimacing slightly as his back protested. Maybe they'd save that position for special occasions. He headed for their bedroom, settling her at the edge of the bed and kissing her lips, then the center of her clavicle, then her belly, his hands smoothing over the edges of the roundness gently.
"Besides. I'm not growin' a whole ass human bein'."
You got a day job and I don't.
What about bio-exorcizing? Come to think of it, he hadn't taken a job throughout the entire course of their marriage. Or, if he did, she didn't know about it.
"That's not a real job," she brushed off, petting her fingers through his hair as he knelt before her. "It's more like… a hobby I get paid for."
There were some duties, but they were light and insignificant compared to the joy that creating beautiful things with Ginger gave her.
"But if you're that committed to doing it on your own, then fine. I'll drop it. I just feel responsible."
He shouldn't have to stay cooped up in that office all alone doing boring paperwork when she was more than willing to help. He did make a compelling argument, though. Growing an entire human being was hard work. She was already ready for another nap. She took so many these days her sleeping schedule was all over the place. Luckily, Betelgeuse almost never slept and Neitherworld time was impossible to keep track of anyway.
"Beej? How does bio-exorcising work? If you take a job… will you have to… leave?"
Oh, now she asked about the job. He frowned softly. "Not full time. It ain't like with the Maitlands. I was stuck in that house the same as them… now I'm free as a bird! If I get a job, I'll probably work nights. You can sleep and I can work."
He leaned his cheek into her thigh. "And ya ain't responsible. Besides, there's shit in there I'd rather ya not see. They got real thorough." He looked up at her and chuckled softly.
"Nap time? I can see it on yer face. If ya really want, we can look for a job tomorrow. Though it's not gonna be easy to take ya with me, seein' as yer alive. I'd just as soon wait until Buggy is a couple o' years old."
He perked up then, standing and holding a finger out to her. "Speakin' of baby bug… I got ya somethin'." He popped down to the kitchen and back, handing her a bag of what looked like chocolate covered raisins.
"They're grasshoppers! Real tasty. And chocolate! You love chocolate!"
Salivating, Lydia tore into the insectoid bag of treats like a Tasmanian devil, scarcely waiting for him to explain what they were. She already knew. She could smell them, even under the coat of rich milk chocolate. The pungent flavor exploded over her taste buds, making her groan as it mixed with melting chocolate on her tongue.
"Thank you," she moaned through a full mouth, eternally grateful that he didn't seem interested in teasing her over her unnatural cravings. Hopefully, they didn't stick around after bug was born. She was strange and unusual enough without having to dig through the dirt for bugs to get a fix, thank you very much.
We can look for a job tomorrow.
Pouting terribly, Lydia's attention flew from the crickets to her husband, still standing and admiring her in her disheveled naughty schoolgirl outfit as she gorged herself on the treat he provided.
"No!" Immediately, she dialed back. She never got her way when making outright demands. She had to be more subtle than that. "I mean… I don't want you to go to work. I like having you home. I was just scared that maybe you would get called in or something and not have a choice. But that won't happen, right?"
He chuckled, starting to undress as she dug into the chocolatey bugs, shaking his head slightly. It had to be the baby. Maybe he and Buggy could bond over a love of insects as snacks.
He pressed his lips to her temple when she started to protest, shushing her gently. "Baby, no… someone tries to call me in I'm gonna tell them to fuck off until yer comfortable with me goin'. I mean what are they gonna do? Leave?" He snorted. "Hundred n' twenty-five years! Remember?"
He ran his hand through her hair, his tongue sneaking out to steal one of the grasshoppers. "It's just you and me and Buggy for as long as ya want. Well. And the babies." At the mention of them, Bubbie bounded into the room. He was now nearly the size of a Shetland pony. He wagged his stubby tail furiously, shoving his way in to put his head in his mistress's lap.
Betelgeuse sighed and patted the beast on the head. "Jesus. Look at this lug. How'd I fit you in my jacket, huh?" Bubbie wagged harder and growled softly, snapping at his fingers. "Oh! Is that how it's gonna be?" He shoved at the dog's rear until he moved and in seconds they were play fighting on the bedroom floor. Tilly trotted over and sighed as if to say "Boys."
Lydia giggled madly watching her boys wrestle on the rug, all except for Percy who was above such nonsense. He instead followed the snowy-furred she-beasts up onto the bed to snuggle Mistress and watch as Master and the dumb, drooly dog made fools of themselves. This was a mistake. Tilly, still quite convinced he was one of her puppies, took him by the scruff of his neck and settled him in against her belly, forcing him to stay put and let her bathe him. Percy seethed. Humiliating.
This sent Lydia into another laughing fit as she peeled the silly lingerie off, flinging the scraps of cloth across the room to deal with later.
"Percy!" She giggled and slid over to lay on her side to watch the amusing display, using Tilly's thickly furred hind legs as a pillow. "Did Tilly get you? You have to be faster than that, buddy."
Full of love and joy, Lydia settled in comfortably against the massive hound as she bathed her reluctant odd-puppy, watching on with lidded eyes as her husband continued to growl and rustle as good as any mutt, letting Bubby get the upper hand before flipping and taking him into a light headlock that had him snapping at the air and shaking his entire body for release.
"Beej," Lydia chastized, well aware that Beelzebub would never harm Betelgeuse, and therefore would never win. "Stop being mean. Are you going to come to bed with me? Or did you just undress to give me a show?"
He looked up from where he had the puppy pinned to smile and chuckled at the sight of his bare, pregnant wife curled up amongst the animals. There was something primal about it that tickled him.
He freed the dog and made his way up onto the bed. Before he could get there, Bubbie closed his jaws around his ankle. "Ow! Bubbie! Okay nice!" He flicked the dog's nose sharply.
He huffed and shoved Tilly back to curled around his wife, littering kisses over her shoulders. "Discipline yer dog. He's bein an asshole."
Bubbie jumped up onto the bed, wagging, to displace Percy and lay on his back, fully expecting to be groomed as well. Tilly huffed and complied, one heavy forearm over his stomach.
Discipline? The baby? Never.
"No," she sighed noncommittally in Bubby's general direction, sinking into her husband's embrace shortly thereafter with a heavy yawn. "Stop. Don't. Bad dog."
Beelzebub's only response was to pant happily and lick the air towards her, sending love without interrupting his bath. Luna, having grown a sort of appreciation for the mothering beast, was taking the time to delicately clean her ears and the top of her head while she busied herself with the darker animals. Tilly knew betted than to attempt bathing the Púca.
"Is everything always going to be this perfect…?" She hushed as he pulled the canopy closed, shutting them off from the rest of the world. She didn't really want an answer. It couldn't possibly be yes.
He rolled his eyes at the beasts and ran his hand over her round belly in a way that had become comforting to hiim. "Yer dog bit me and that's all I get? I see how it is."
He pressed kisses over her back as the canopy closed, the tiniest bump pressing against him from inside her. He grinned. A happy, healthy baby and wife was all he could hope for, now.
It seemed like nothing could touch this sanctuary of peace and love… how unusual. He wasn't used to tranquility or anything near it. But his afterlife with Lydia seemed to have a lot of the strange and unusual. He wouldn't trade it for the world.