Sudden Male Rejection Syndrome - Epilogue (Patreon)

Two Months Later…

Vanessa let out a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the taxi. She wore a set of heels, a tight-fitting black dress, matching sheer stockings, and a red leather jacket. Thanks to her new bra, her heavy bust was well supported, and even the relatively high neckline of the dress could do little to hide. She giggled and watched the taxi driver to try to hide his gaze as he gathered her bags from the trunk. He seemed sad to get back in the car and drive away; Vanessa couldn’t blame him; she’d miss herself, too. 

Still, it was good to be home. The flight across the country had been long, and it had been ages since she’d seen Jim. After those first few wonderful, sex filled days, she’d been summoned across the country to undergo a litany of tests. SMRS was pretty rare after all, and they paid her a pretty penny to sit there all day answering questions and having every kind of blood test, scan and mental test they could think of. At first, the attention had been fun, but it wore off quickly, not to mention…the other thing. 

Vanessa shook her head free of those thoughts for now. She wanted a few hours of normalcy. She bounced up the stairs and opened the door without knocking. 

“Honey, I’m home!” She beamed, “Miss me?”

Jim was in the entry hall in an instant, a moment later, his lips were on hers. God, she’d missed those lips. It was supposed to be a chaste kiss of greeting, but after months away, Vanessa wasn’t having that. She threaded her fingers through Jim’s hair and held him close, nibbling on his lip until he moaned. When she finally let him go, his eyes were dark and full of lust. 

“You bet I did. Especially when you kiss like that.”

“I hope I didn’t get your motor running too much. I just got off a six-hour flight, I want to relax and shower before we do anything too…athletic.”

 “How about this?”

Jim reached up and took a box off the top shelf. The model of the USS Athens. Vanessa burst into laughter; it had been such a whirlwind that they had never finished making it. It was a perfect welcome home activity. They sat, slowly putting the pieces together, thighs touching, hands occasionally brushing over one another. It felt homey, that quiet, everyday sort of love that made Vanessa’s heart soar. 

Still, there was a single black cloud over the moment. Her news. She still wasn't sure how to feel about it herself, let alone tell Jim. 

“So, do I look different?” She asked, after a moment, and Jim gave her a funny look.

“Your hair is definitely longer.” 

“Yes…anything else?” Men, honestly. Jim looked her up and down, frowning slightly as she stood up and did a slow spin for his benefit. 

“Well…it’s not your boobs, they are the same size, I know that for sure.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes fondly. 

“Of course, that’s the thing you’re sure of. Then again, they might get bigger.”

“Is that something the doctors said?”

“Yes, but not for the reason you think.”

Jim blinked at her, blank-faced, and Vanessa sighed, reaching out to take his hand and lay it gently across the slight curve of her stomach. Jim’s face went white, and his jaw dropped.

“You’re…?”

“Yup.”

“But…but we used a condom!”

“The first time, but then we got sleepy and somebody decided round three was on the table.”

“I…I…Uh…”

“It’s alright, Jim, sit down before you fall over.”

She went and made herself and Jim a coffee, when she got back, he was where she’d left him, sitting in stunned silence. 

“Yeah, that’s how I reacted to.”

Jim looked at her like he wasn’t sure what to say. 

“I’m…sorry?”

“Don’t be,” Vanessa shook her head. “I’ve always wanted kids. I didn’t expect it to be so soon, but I can roll with it. If this Male Rejection Syndrome thing has taught me anything, it’s to go with the flow, so to speak. At least as far as my body is concerned.”

Jim smiled softly and gazed at her belly.

“Yeah, I guess that’s the best way to go.”

Vanessa felt the tight knot in her stomach unwind itself. She’d known deep down that Jim wouldn’t leave her, but the anxiety over telling him had still haunted her. Now, though, watching him gaze at her belly with that same adoration she’d seen before, Vanessa knew he was along for the ride. 

“So then, you’d better go rent a suit.” 

Jim startled. “What?”

“A suit, for our wedding? I’m not getting married while heavily pregnant, and I am certainly not having a child before I am married, which leaves us one choice: a wedding sooner rather than later. I don’t want to be showing in pictures. Speaking of, I should book a fitting, just because we’re getting married fast doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it right. We have a lot to plan and not a lot of time to do it.” 

“Wedding…” Jim went back to stunned silence, and Vanessa snickered, looking down at her coffee. 

“I think we should have it on the beach.” She mused out loud before taking a sip. “That’s where this all got started after all.” 

Yes, she could see it now. Her in a pale white dress, standing on the golden sand. Jim, looking dapper in his brand new suit, watched her with adoration as she walked down a seashell-lined aisle. Then, they could defer their studies for a semester while they got settled in with the baby. The image brought a smile to her lips; she was so lost in her own mind she didn't even notice Jim getting to his feet until he was right in front of her, and a second later, his lips were on hers. 

Vanessa groaned; this kiss felt different to the first. There was something raw about it, needy. Jim was being dominant for once, pressing against her hard and holding her face in place so that she couldn’t get away, even if she wanted to. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, and her breath had been taken away. 

“You’re pregnant.” Jim whispered in wonder, “Pregnant with my child.”

“Yours, all yours.”

He kissed her again, this time with even more hunger, and Vanessa felt her blood starting to rush. 

“You got me all knocked up.” She sighed against his lips, and that was all it took.

Jim’s control snapped. With a growl, he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her across the room. He probably intended to carry her to the couch, but instead got distracted by Vanessa’s lips again. He backed her against the nearest wall, his mouth crashing onto hers again as his hands roamed over the curves he’d missed so much. Vanessa arched into him, pressing her breasts against him, her nipples aching for more of his touch.

“Need you,” he grunted between kisses, his hips grinding against her, the friction of his jeans against her lace panties sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “Screw the rest. I need you now.”

Vanessa whimpered, her fingers fumbling with the button of his jeans. “Then take me, show me how bad you’ve missed me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

With a rough, desperate hands, he removed her clothes. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, the lace of her bra doing little to contain them. Jim groaned at the sight, his hands immediately cupping her, his thumbs flicking over her nipples until they were hard, peaks. 

“God, I missed these,” he muttered, his mouth descending to take one between his lips. Vanessa gasped as he sucked hard, the heat of his mouth sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her pussy. She was starting to throb with need. Months away with only her fingers for company had been agony. She had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a real man take her. 

Suddenly, his mouth was gone, and Jim dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands sliding up her thighs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, the fabric snapping against her skin before he tossed them aside. The cool air hit her heat, but it was nothing compared to the fire of his breath as he leaned in, his tongue dragging through her folds in one long, slow lick.

Vanessa’s fingers tangled in his hair as she rocked her hips against his mouth. He didn’t tease. Didn’t take his time. His tongue pressed into her tight hole before dragging up to circle her clit, his lips sealing around it to suck hard. Vanessa’s head fell back against the wall, and she moaned. Her legs trembled, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

She looked down at his sandy hair between her fingers. In just a few months, her belly would block this view. The thought pushed her over the edge; Then her thighs squeezed and tensed as she came. Vanessa felt herself squirting, and Jim lapped at her greedily, drinking down every drop before pressing a filthy kiss to her inner thigh.

But Jim wasn’t done; before she could even catch her breath, he was surging to his feet and quickly removing his own clothes, boxers and all. Vanessa’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock; she had missed it so much. She wanted to taste him, to feel him fill her up, to ride him until neither of them could think straight. Seeing how wild she drove him was such a turn on. 

Jim must’ve read her mind. With a rough grip on her hips, he lifted her effortlessly, and they stumbled over to a chair and fell back into it, Vanessa straddling his hips. The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds, teasing her entrance.

Vanessa reached between them, gripped his shaft and guided him to her entrance. The moment the broad head pressed against her, she sank down, her tight pussy stretching around him inch by inch. They both groaned in unison, the sensation overwhelming, him buried to the hilt inside her, her walls clenching around him like a vice. Jim’s hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her there, fully impaled on his cock. 

“I missed this.” He moaned. 

Vanessa rolled her hips experimentally, a shudder running through her at the way his cock dragged against her inner walls. She gave him a squeeze and watched as Jim’s eyes threatened to roll back into his head. 

She didn’t wait for instructions. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to ride him, her hips rolling in slow, deep circles at first, savouring the way his cock filled her so completely. It had been so long she’d almost forgotten how good it truly was. 

Her heavy breasts bounced with each movement, the weight of them making her back arch and her nipples ache. Jim’s hands slid up her body, his palms cupping her tits, his thumbs flicking over her nipples before he pinched them just hard enough to make her gasp. 

Vanessa’s pace quickened, her hips snapping forward each time she sank down, her pussy gripped him tighter with every bounce, milking him hard. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingling with her breathy moans.

“I can’t wait to have your baby.” She cried as she started to crest.

“Mine, all mine, cum for me, Vanessa.”

Jim’s grip on her waist tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hips snapping up to meet her every time she came down. The chair creaked beneath them. In the back of her mind, Vanessa worried it might even break. Luckily, it held firm, and Vanessa could feel her orgasm building again, the pressure coiling tight in her belly, her clit throbbing with every grind against him. 

“Oh!”

With a guttural groan, Jim’s hands slid to her ass, his fingers digging in as he held her down, his cock buried deep as he came. Vanessa felt the hot pulse of his cum flooding her; the sensation pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around him as her own orgasm tore through her, her body shuddering.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, both breathless; just like last time. Vanessa collapsed forward, her forehead pressing against Jim’s as she panted. His cock was still buried inside her, softening slowly, his cum dripping out of her with every shift of her hips. Jim’s hands stroked up and down her back, his touch almost reverent now. 

“Love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. “So fucking much.”

“Love you too,” she whispered as she smiled and raced her fingers across his chest. 

Things certainly weren’t how she imagined they would be, even three months ago. So much had changed, but in the end, Vanessa had gotten what she truly wanted: a body she loved and Jim. At the end of the day, that was all that mattered. 

The End