Emerson and the Lion Ch. 12

"Ready?" he signed as he pulled his tongue from me. He looked up from between my thighs and I put a finger under his chin to lift him to his feet. He raised up and grabbed the pack of lube from beside me. He put it to his lips and tore the tip off with his teeth, spitting it into the corner where it would someday meet a housekeeper's broom. I reached down between my thighs and grabbed for his cock to stroke it. I still couldn't close my hand around his thick shaft.

He squirted lube out on two fingers and slid them inside my ass. He rubbed around, stretching and coating me in preparation. I squirmed on his fingers as he hit the right spots that sent tremors of warm chills through me. I moaned and leaned against his shoulder to bite and suck on his skin. He finger fucked me five more times, slow and deep, withdrawing in spiral motions. His left hand rubbed my back, supporting me as I leaned forward against him.

He lubed his cock up with the rest of the packet and then tossed it aside for someone to find. Once the twins arrived, I knew we would need to be more careful with that stuff. But today we were still wild, just me and my lion. He stroked his cock and looked at me with that hazy expression of a guy in deep pleasure. I leaned forward and our lips met as he lifted my legs to his shoulders and pushed inside me.

"Ahhhh," I gasped around his tongue in my mouth as his thick python crawled its way inside its favorite home. I felt the familiar fullness of having my lion inside me. He stretched me but gave me time to adjust as he patiently worked in as far as he could go. He rubbed my muscles and breathed into me to calm his boy, open me to him.

"Mmmm," he hummed with his lips on mine. He got that zen look that told me he had found his peace. He always told me I made him feel things no one else had when he was inside me. His eyes closed from the feelings that overtook him as he began to slide in and out of me. He kissed up my jaw and then went back to working on my neck.

He started to work up a rhythm on me as his hands supported my back. He slowly let me lean back against the washer as he raised up and began to piston in and out of me with force. He put his hands on my pecs as the back of my sneakers rested on his shoulders with my legs pressed against his chest.

He looked down at me and reached to put two fingers to my lips. I sucked them in eagerly as he pounded my hole. His shaft slid along my canal, stuffing it and touching the spots that made my body thump and whine in delight. I felt the little fireworks show blast inside me as my skin prickled in goosebumps from the ecstasy. I was lost in the hazy lust of being his boy, taking his cock, receiving his prize.

He made the sign for love with one hand and pressed it against my heart as I sucked on his fingers. He pushed them back over my tongue until he could touch my throat. I gagged and sputtered on them and he slid them back. His cock was buried deep inside me now, he rammed it in and out with swift strokes of ownership. His chest, hard and muscled was dripping in sweat as we banged the new washing machine against the wall. He could buy another one if it broke.

"Love you," I tried to say as my body moaned in deep pleasure. He got that smile he kept only for me and showed it at my words. I saw him mouth back "Love you too" in slow, pronounced lip movements. He leaned down and kissed me as he plowed away at me happily. My body was twisting and my cock thumped against my stomach as he lip-wrestled with me.

"Close," I think I said as my cock rubbed between our stomachs while his plunged the happiest parts of my hole. I felt the cum building in my shaft and the tip was at that super sensitive point where one move could send it firing off.

He nodded and leaned back up off of me. He gripped my cock while he pistoned my hole with his meat. He gave me two good strokes and then let it go as I started to shoot. My body writhed in pleasure as he kept pounding away at me, pushing the cum out of me and spraying my chest.

"Uhhhh," I whined as I emptied my juice all over my chest. I felt my hole clamp down on his shaft and he signed that he was going to finish soon. He fucked me through my orgasm as I shot, shook, twisted, and begged for him. My legs slid down his body to wrap around his waist as I bucked against the hard metal machine while Ali filled me like a twinkie.

"Daddy," I called and I felt shots of thick hot seed begin to fill me. I reached up for him as I finished and he leaned into me as his body started to spasm and fill my hole with his offering. He picked me up off the washer and I threw my arms around his neck, holding onto him. My legs wrapped around him and his hands went to my ass to support me against his quivering chest.

He backed up until he hit the wall and used it to steady himself as he held me on his chest and drove his cock deep inside me to deposit his prized white cream. He bounced me on his cock as his oversized muscles shook and spasmed with pleasure. I buried my face in the side of his neck. I bit and sucked at his sweaty skin as he finished shaking and filling me.

"Huhhh," he breathed against my ear, lowering his face to kiss my cheek and recover his breath. He held me in his arms and leaned against the wall as we recovered together. He slid down the wall to sit his bare ass on the floor and steady me in his lap as his hard but sated cock rested inside me. I felt his big hairy nuts rest against my ass as I collapsed into his chest.

He rubbed my back as we both took deep breaths and fought back the need for a long nap. We were not in our little house. We were here in the new one with no furniture to rest on. I'd always remember this spot on the cold floor of the laundry room, his sweat on the freshly painted wall.

I rested against him until my eyes closed. I woke up later as he kissed my forehead, rubbed his nose over the top of my hair. We had no way to clean ourselves. The new bathrooms weren't yet stocked with the new towels I'd ordered or the soap and other necessities. We made out for a bit until he signed that we needed to sneak back to our house. We put on our clothes over our sticky, sweaty, dirty bodies so we could get back home with our modesty in tact.

We crept across the courtyard and through the main house towards the back pool area and across. Luckily only the house staff was around and they were used to our hyjinx. Ali led me by the hand back home and we showered properly. I went to take a nap while he headed for the home office areas to check on work and see if there were any updates on the babies.

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"The announcements have arrived. Do you wish to send any to your family?" Ali signed as he set a large white box tied with a gold bow on the table in front of me. He knew I hadn't had any contact with my family since I was very young. My parents were dead and none of them stepped in to take a "damaged" kid. Ali knew I would decline, but he thought someday I would want to reach out to them. He likely thought that the boys coming would put me in a mood to build bridges.

"No thank you," I shook my head. I wanted nothing to do with them. "My family is here... All of them." I belonged with the Hamads. They were all I needed.

"Ok Emi, I am behind you no matter your decision. Did you at least finish registering for the baby gifts? I wanted you to choose everything. You are the... primary one," Ali signed. He knew better than to call me the mother.

He had signed us up on the most ridiculously extravagant baby gift website. We made a page showing the 3-D ultrasound pictures of the twins who were growing well inside the surrogate. They had the most adorable poses, both shrugging with their heads turned towards each other as if agreeing that they were over this. Who wouldn't want to send them gifts?

"I started, but... Do you really think we need baby windbreakers from Versace? Or this stroller that senses oncoming traffic and moves out of the way? Ok well actually that is pretty cool. We do need that, but some of this stuff... diamond pacifier? whirlpool baby bath with massaging jets? A napping pod that simulates a parent's arms? They have my arms. They will always have my arms." I frowned.

"People expect us to request decadent things, my love! It is what we do to show our status. You remember when Mohammed and Alex had their baby last year? We sent them a custom built bassinet with a built in massager that was synced to Alex's pulse so the baby would never feel far from his primary caretaker. You know I don't care about these things, but image is important to our status. The public face needs to look like our country is succeeding and flourishing with money," Ali signed.

I most certainly didn't remember that gift, but his personal secretary took care of those things. He was right though, the gossip blogs would be ablaze if I requested simple rubber pacifiers. Those were things we would buy on our own.

"Oh wow," I signed in alarm. I would definitely need to go back and reevaluate the modest gifts I'd chosen. Ali had already bought more than enough to keep our boys fed, clothed, and entertained for many years to come. But I didn't want to ruin their tradition. He sat with me and we chose a few overpriced items. Others would simply give bonds or small investment properties that the boys could use later in life. Satrans took care of their own.

We filled a nice registry and even customized some wish list items as though they weren't already designer. We did add a few cheaper items since some of his employees had very sweetly asked if they could contribute to the baby shower. I did not want them to feel as though their gifts wouldn't be just as greatly appreciated. They had been so kind to me in the workplace.

Ali checked over the address list his secretary had compiled. I made sure the handful of people I knew outside our family circle were on the list. Ali caught one or two ambassadors who had been left off and he noted them in his email to the secretary. Our lives had become very complicated.

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Ali finally hired a young man named Jai who specialized in pediatrics. He was from India and had been working on finishing medical school to become a doctor when he had been caught in the act with the son of the city mayor. The true outrage was the public nature of the act. A group of older women in search of the restroom at the new banquet hall found Jai and the mayor's son fucking in a side room. It was on a night of some Indian celebration, and all of the city's upper-caste were in attendance.

Word of the shameful discovery spread like wildfire and Jai's family had to make a harsh and rash decision. They would have to do an honor killing in private. The mayor's son, of a higher status, was on the giving end and could be rehabilitated civilly. Jai, on the receiving end of the seed, would have to be put to death.

Jai came from a semi well-off family of respected physicians. Though his family held advanced degrees, they could not escape their culture and what it demanded. They sneaked Jai to a family friend at the American embassy in Madurai. He hid him there while the family announced that he had been killed and his body burned to end the shame. They even had a holy-man sign off on the certificate. Jai was gone.

Jai was hiding in Madurai and waiting to be placed into the medical recruiting visa program to start over in the United States when Ali found him. He jumped at the chance to stay on the Asian continent in hopes that he could someday reunite with his family rather than just exchange secret emails with his parents.

He arrived in Satra a week before the babies were due. He had dark Tamil skin and a handsome face that held a few traces of earlier acne battles. His full, black hair was trimmed down on all sides but spiked a half inch on top. He had recently seen great sorrow and it showed in his large, brown eyes.

Jai and Ali worked to get every medical supply two babies could ever require. They set up the nursery and Jai added some personal touches to his own bedroom in our little house. He took a few days to warm up to me. He wasn't rude, but he addressed Ali and kept his distance from me unless Ali directed him to show me something I would need to know for the babies. I was sure he was intimidated by Ali and he just wanted to err on the side of caution.

Once he felt comfortable being around me without Ali there, I got to hear all about his life back in India. I felt so awful that he was torn from his family like that. He said he knew he would leave India anyways. There were few opportunities for him there, especially as a man who liked other men. He was fascinated by our kingdom and every time we left the compound for shopping trips he marveled at the sight of men freely walking about and showing affection to their male partners. He asked why he had never heard of this.

"Satra is an escape for many from around the world," Ali told him. "We are not as well-known as the wealthier kingdoms, but we like our privacy. You will find what you're looking for here."

Jai seemed most delighted that Ali let him buy whatever he wanted. He had lost most of his luxuries when his family sent him away. He found his favorite face-wash and the food he used to get back home. Ali did draw the line on the cologne he wanted. He thought it might be overpowering for the boys. We wanted him happy, but Ali never let him forget that there was hard work ahead as he would be entrusted with the well-being of our boys. Jai took it very seriously when Ali met with him each day to review what he was working on, learning, or preparing for.

Ali enjoyed keeping him aware of his purpose here. He wanted him focused on his mission. While Jai seemed intimidated, always wearing a look of slight alarm when Ali entered the room, there was certainly a piece of him that seemed to light up around his main employer. Jai's eyes lingered over my lion's body a little too long. I'd caught him staring at his ass when Ali walked around the house in just a small pair of workout shorts, or looking with a little longing when Ali would hold me in his arms. I swore that once the boys were on a settled routine I'd find out what kind of guy Jai preferred and try to give him some time to express his personal needs. We had to think of his well-being since he'd be joining our family for many years.

He had learned a little sign language and showed me the app he was using to learn more. He texted some with me on the app I used with Ali. His English was pretty good. He admitted that he used it with Ali since his Arabic was almost non-existent. I spent hours showing him important signs and he learned quickly. He told me he envied the love I had with Ali and hoped some day to have a family of his own. I wasn't sure which of us he wanted to be, but he just seemed happy to be there with us.

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The night the doctor called and said it was nearly time, we left for Switzerland. We'd packed everything we could possibly have needed in the event of any emergency or any length of stay. We were prepared. Jai would stay at the hospital and assist, while Ali and I had a hotel overlooking Lake Geneva. It was four blocks from the hospital, the closest we could get. Jai texted us updates every few minutes when it looked like the arrival was close.

There was still time before she would go into labor though no one could tell the exact hour. Jai said that the babies were healthy and there was no reason for concern. The doctor was monitoring things constantly. I'm not sure Jai slept that night. He seemed even more afraid than normal of Ali and of messing this up. I guess for him, the stakes in not pleasing us were very high. Ali seemed to like the fear he instilled in Jai. The twin boys weren't yet born, but they already had his heart. He wanted the best.

"I can't sleep, Emi. What if I sleep through the phone call or miss a text?" Ali signed with excitement. I was yawning and curled against his chest after a quick fuck throughout which Ali had been checking his phone for updates.

"Wake me if anything happens, ok?" I signed with another yawn. He had the lights off except for a small, bedside lamp. He had the tv on and was pretending to be into a soccer match, but he was just reloading his texts for an update from Jai.

"Of course, my heart," Ali wrote to me on his phone and kissed my forehead.

I intended to just close my eyes for a minute, but sleep overtook me. I dreamed about the twins. We were walking through the aquarium in Barcelona and Ali was carrying one while I held the other. We were showing them the different types of fish that swam above us.

Ali shook me awake. He was standing over me and pulling on white sweat pants frantically. He signed "Up! Go! Up! It is time!" while he grabbed a tight, dark blue sweatshirt. I got out of bed and found my jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. I pulled on my slip-on shoes and grabbed a hoodie from the closet. He was waiting by the door and waving his phone excitedly with a smile. I took it from him and read Jai's texts as he guided me out the door. We had mere minutes to get there. He slipped my own phone into my pocket.

The sun was rising over the lake as we ran the few blocks to the hospital. Jai had written that the first one was ready to be delivered and the second would come soon after. The boys were impatient to greet the world. We rushed through the hospital entrance and bounded up four flights of stairs to find the right room. Ali pushed into the room, but I hung back and just watched from the window. I wasn't ready.

I felt anxiety hit me again. Was I really ready for this? For some stupid reason I looked to my right and studied the Exit sign, or "Sortie" as it read in glowing red letters. I looked back and forth a few times between Ali rushing around the delivery room and the peaceful red exit. I shook that thought off. I knew what it was like to grow up without parents. I couldn't do that to the lives I'd helped create.

I watched Ali's back as he valiantly stripped down and scrubbed himself quickly at the delivery room sink. He was ready for this, one hundred percent. He'd wanted these babies, and me, for a long time. Every time we made love he buried his seed deep inside my hole. He'd always playfully put his ear against my stomach afterwards. He'd rub it gently and joke that he felt his seed taking root inside me in hope that a baby would grow. He was most definitely ready for this.

A nurse helped him into the paper gown and he rushed over to assist. He wouldn't want to miss a moment of any of this. He had studied and read up on deliveries. He'd gone through the drill with his father, a physician, many times. He was prepared. He was all in.

I saw him squat, kneel, pace, and then discuss things with the doctor as though they were old colleagues. He disappeared for a few minutes but then came out from behind a curtain holding something in his arms. He looked at me excitedly and handed the bundle off to a waiting nurse.

Jai texted me that the second baby was taking a few more minutes. No longer able to contain myself, I pushed my way into the room and saw Ali washing his hands and arms again. He had shucked the first paper gown and another nurse helped him into a fresh one with new gloves. I looked over at the bed where a sweatty blonde lady in distress had her mouth open as though screaming. She looked at me and tried to force a smile. There was no need for her to impress us. She was giving life to our children.

Jai pointed to a clear plastic bin by the wall where the nurse was working on the baby who had come out first. I saw him and my heart lept. A son, I had a son. He looked like a little me but with Ali's features as well. It's hard to explain, but he really did look like a combination of both of us.