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Chapter 61: ~Baby.~

Chapter 61: ~Baby.~

And todays newest development is a new species which is making its way to the Gathering in the galactic center. They apparently have astounding technological capabilities like instant teleportation and ftl-communication, which they are selling to anyone. Of course under the premise of being willing to pay the right amount of money.

-Galactic news

***Star-91896, Aether***

***Gideon***

I cradle Aurelia in my arms while Cyla is sleeping on the sofa. The medics said that they fixed her and that she is back to her prime condition, but giving birth was exhausting nonetheless. So I teleported them back home right away.

Somehow I like Aurelia's tiny hands, even if her chubby baby-face is ugly at the moment. And I am lucky that she is sleeping right now, otherwise I would probably find her screaming self less cute.

Cute. Funny that I've those feelings about a baby. But she is my baby. On an inspiration I stand up and place her in her cradle, then I carry her to the bedroom and get two worn but freshly washed plush toys from the drawer. Aaah, how long has it been. Since I have Cyla I never touched those things for comfort. It's much more fun to fondle my woman instead of plush toys.

Then I place them next to Aurelia inside the cradle. Here you have Bunny and Cat. I pass them on to you. They already saved my life once. With dread I remember my jump out of the window when I was a child and had to escape an assassin. I lift Aurelia and carry her to the stairway. Just to make this clear. Cyla is mine to grope. You can have Cat and Bunny.

I don't even get to take five steps out of the living area when I am intercepted and swarmed by Melan and Rhiannon. You are back! Where is Cyla. Is that your baby? Let us see!

Without proper reason I clench the cradle to my chest. Cyla is sleeping on the sofa. She is tired. Maybe you can go and take a look at her.

Grandma's and Rhiannon's faces turn weird as if they just sensed a weakness. Gideon, such a surprise. Who would have thought that you turn into an overprotective father figure as soon as your child is born.

I think about Rhiannon's words and realize that she may be right. My emotional side was leaking through, wasn't it? I ask.

It was totally all over your face. This is mine, go and get your own. Melan smirks.

With a sigh I give up the cradle for Melan and Rhiannon to inspect the new family member. It doesn't take long and they have Hedeon, Arend and me assembled in the living room with an expensive liquor to celebrate.

Arend interrupts me while I gloomily watch the women spoiling Aurelia. So why didn't you make it to the finish line? I've spent a lot of effort in hacking the Coalition's guard satellites for you.

Yes! I bet on you winning it! I barely managed to sell it off as a win to my friends. Grandfather also complains.

I am sorry, but after designing the unmanned fighter and spitting it out from one of my ship's IM-lines I had a hard time in flying it properly. Despite my best efforts the remote controls turned out to be a little sluggish and right when I was about to go for the finish Cyla found out. I rub my finger which she broke to make a statement. She never got violent before, but at least this particular event taught me that matters like having a baby and family have to be taken seriously with her.

Oh, that's too bad. I was all up for your little project. Arend strokes his beard, considering something. Maybe we should join the next race for real. I kind of wonder why we mages don't have an event like this. The idea intrigues me.

Hedeon snorts. Are you joking? Nobody except techno-mages would join. We would fly everyone else to the walls.

Arend raises a finger. But everyone else has their fighting tournaments which act as advertisement for their traits. It's all about public opinion. Who says that we techno-mages can't show off in our own way? And we are surely able to make this a little more interesting than the Coalition. Maybe it would help to present our traits in a better light.

Hmmm. Hedeon nods slowly. We could surely host a similar event back at home. The only problem I see lies in acquiring enough money to start the operation.

That's the least of our problems. Arend's eyes wander to me. We've someone on our side who doesn't even know what to do with his money and is hoarding it like a squirrel.

I grumble. I don't see a problem with having a good financial cushion. And if I take a mage's lifetime into consideration it's not wrong to have a lot of money.

Hedeon nods slowly. But you surely don't need that much?

Fine. Send me a complete project description and I might consider it. I roll with my eyes and flee the two oldsters who are starting to plan a race organisation for space races.

It's been an hour since I left Cyla on the couch, so I decide to rescue Aurelia from Melan's and Rhiannon's clutches and head back to my private area.

Upon approaching them my rescue attempt turns out to be easier than I thought. Melan hands me the cradle with the baby right away. You should wake up Cyla. The child is hungry.

I raise an inquisitive eyebrow. How do you know that she is hungry?

Melan scowls at me. Seriously? It's vital for techno-mages to link with her children. Just share minds with her, she lets you in on instinct.

It's not like she can tell me that she is hungry. She isn't capable of speech, yet.

Of course you have to share feelings! Melan shoos me towards the door and I hurry to flee the scene. Of course I knew that I can share minds with her, but isn't doing this with a baby going a little too far? I am not entirely entitled to believe every word of that stupid book about educating children.

Like the point about being careful with punishment and being kind. I am of the opinion that while punishment can be misplaced if the individual doesn't recognize the reason for being punished, it's necessary to punish someone who can comprehend and knows that he did something wrong. Otherwise the individual might come to the conclusion that he or she can get away with anything.

On my way up the stairway Aurelia starts complaining, so I decide that a little mental contact to shut her up can't be that bad. The contact with my daughter ends up in getting hungry myself, but I manage to suppress her feeling of hunger a little by projecting my own feelings onto her.

Back on my own floor I find Cyla still on the couch. She is truly out cold and her sleeping face looks like she really needs to rest. So I decide to pick her up and carry her to our bed to lay her down. The rough handling isn't enough to wake her up, so I decide that solving the problem doesn't require interrupting her sleep.

With Aurelia on my arm I lay bare Cyla's left chest and roll my wife onto her side. Then I plug the baby to the milk provider and the child instinctively starts sucking.

After using the plush toys to support Aurelia's position I realize that the baby somehow managed to get the toys and Cyla from me. I sigh while looking down on them. And I thought we had a deal.

Aurelia doesn't get what I mean and all I get is a feeling of satisfaction from her.

With nothing better to do I lie down myself and close my eyes.

***Star-91896, Aether***

***Cyla***

Aurelia's silent cooing wakes me up and I open my eyes. Hi. How are you doing? I reach for the cradle next to my bed and place my hand on my daughter's head.

It has been a few days since her birth and I think I am finally back to my previous weight. Having a baby is really tiring, but it's worth the effort. And Gideon turned out to be a really charming and caring father, even if he would never openly admit it. He really cares for me and Aurelia.

I turn around and find him sleeping next to me. When my eyes wander to the tent further down the bedsheets I remember a certain plan of mine. After being left to himself for a while he must be quite loaded.

I take Aurelia with her cradle and hurry to the kitchen where I find Melan eating breakfast. A few meaningful words are enough to place the baby in her care. It won't take long. Just a few minutes, or maybe an hour? I could also take the whole day while I am at it.

Back in our bedroom I strip my pyjamas and pull the bedsheets from Gideon, who still hasn't woken up. With great care I pull away his trousers and grin at releasing his glorious cock. Then I start licking his tip while keeping an eye on my man's expressions. After massaging him for a while with my hand I start pleasing myself between my legs. When it looks like he is going to wake up I sheathe his entire throbbing tip inside my mouth and press down on his length.

By the heavens! Cyla! What are you doing to me? Finally he opens his eyes, but I pull out to deny him his release and run my tongue around his tip.

Just waking you up. What did you expect? I smile and let go of him.

Don't stop now! Are you serious to leave me hanging like that!? He begs.

But I want to feel it too. I turn my rear to him, waving my ass in the air. Upon looking back I find him running his hands through his hair with a needing expression on his face.

Finally his urges win over his reason and he grabs my hips to sink his entire length into me. I call out in delight and in the next moment he is all over me, hugging me from behind with his arms to deny my escape.

I drift in the feeling of him filling me up and remember what I missed out on since a few days. He takes me hard and in his own rhythm, but after the recent months I don't care in the slightest and gloat in his feelings by using our connection. His heavy breaths are right next to my ear and suddenly he clamps down on me with all his power while I force my rear against him. Several waves of hot, pulsating convulsions wander through my lower region while he releases his seed into me with heavy gasps and rocking motions.

After a while we calm down and I find my mind start working once more. Gideon is still clinging to my back, reluctant to let go. Cyla. What did I do to deserve you? I missed being woken up like this. Can you do this every day from now on?

I purr in delight and circle my butt against him. I might consider it. The doctor said that the regeneration spell will enable my cycle again after a week. So when I woke up and saw that splendid erection of yours I decided that wasting it while being fertile is a shame.

Gideon freezes up, which results in me being the only one who gloats in the pleasure. So I move myself against him in hopes to coax him into a second round. What's wrong? I thought you would be delighted about taking up the normal schedule again.

Suddenly he starts chuckling and a set of plush handcuffs appears in my field of vision. Wha- Before I can protest he has me cuffed to the bed and presses me down into the mattress with his full weight.

Then he whispers into my ear. Do you remember our little promise? Now you got me far enough that I intend on using it to its fullest. And there is no going back.

What promise? I try to free myself, but the handcuffs are really sturdy. Enchanted?

Don't you remember? When I approved of your family plans I wanted to get some little extras! From somewhere he got a blindfold and places it above my eyes with an evil chuckle.

That promise! You said you won't do anything which I don't like.

Oh, don't worry. You'll love it! He shares his mind with me and I get a glimpse at what he is intending to do. Let's start with the feather.

NOoooo!

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