Chapter 6 - distractions

»I don’t want you to go. I am so scared for you.«
Flavia half led on a divan in the atrium of her father’s villa. They had spent their last evening together before his departure alone, now, that she had given him her promise. Together, they had enjoyed dinner, though his meal had been far more modest than hers, owed to the journey ahead of him.
Flavia sat up with a little difficulty, letting her legs dangle from the divan bed. She looked up at him, leaning a little back, presenting him with all her plumpness.
»Are you sure you want to wait? We have exchanged promises. My father is no fool. Many of the young women have gone all the way before even knowing whom they were to marry.«
Quintus looked at her heavy, swollen body. She had definitely gained weight since he had arrived here first. Flavia’s belly did not yet rest on her chubby thighs, though not much was missing to close the gap. Its round, stuffed form stood out against the silk of her dress, that was wide cut around her midsection, but was stretched tight over her heavy breasts.
He felt his blood pump through his body, but then, he wanted her to be free with all possibilities in case he wouldn’t return. And, if he gave in to her now, he would maybe miss out on her getting even plumper and rounder, carrying his child.
»No. I am not sure at all, but I am determined to withstand your seductions. It is better for you and for me.« However, there was nothing wrong with a little foreplay, was there?
»Having said that, I could pamper my future bride a little, couldn’t I?«
Her lips curved into a knowing smile.
»Stay exactly as you are. I want to have a good view on my beautiful fiancée.«
With that, Quintus reached for a sweet, buttery tarte, coated with sugary plums and buttercream. He handed her a huge piece of the treat and while Flavia started to eat, Quintus cupped her soft, stuffed flab with his hands, kneading her belly.
Flavia moaned softly as the tarte vanished between her lips. »I need to lean back against something. My legs get heavy.«
Quintus rose and heaved her plump legs back on the divan bed. Then he made sure, she was comfortably resting on a pillow and stroke her chubby cheeks. She kissed the palm of his hands and he leaned down to her, to kiss her voluptuous lips, thereby not able to avoid rubbing himself at her swollen midsection. He sighed with need, feeling himself hard and ready. Resisting her proofed to be harder, than he had imagined. He forced himself to bring a little distance between them.
Flavia’s breath came harder now, accompanied by more moaning and her skin was all rosy and shiny. »More. Please.«
Quintus started to handfeed her the tarte, piece after piece until Flavia was so stuffed that he felt no more give when he cautiously poked her belly.
»So much. Can’t move.« Flavia belched.
»You look like a goddess. So beautiful.« Quintus felt his groin throb with want. Almost as if they had a free will, his hands found Flavia’s gut again. This time, he grabbed her taut flab harder, but she was even too full to really protest. He felt the bloat of her paunch and rubbed until Flavia belched again.
He guided his hand between her legs and felt that she was ready for him and the knowledge of her wanting him was too much. He pushed his fingers forward and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure. Then he moved them rhythmically, watching Flavia’s effort to arch her heavy body against his thrusts.
Quintus other hand found his length and he rubbed himself hard. Suddenly, the picture of Brans handsome face appeared in his mind. Quintus didn’t want to think of the other man. He was here with Flavia, his future wife, who now bit back small screams of joy at his touch.
But he was unable to pull himself together. In his mind, he was lying next to Flavia, his belly heavy with food. Bran was stuffing him, while Flavia was kneeling over him, massaging his taut gut. The other man crammed another big piece of sausage into his mouth and then started to rub his squishy breast and nipples.
The fantasy was too much and he spend himself in his hand, feeling his hair sticking to his head with sweat. Reality kicked in again. Flavia had climaxed too and was now trying to curl up though her heavy, swollen belly made it a little difficult.
Quintus helped her into a more comfortable position. »Will you wait for me?«
»Of course, I will. You better make sure you come back to me.«
He covered her with a blanket and softly stroke her rotund gut while Flavia dozed away. At the same time, he felt shame over the picture his mind had shown him earlier. Why did he have thoughts like this?
When he looked down, he could feel all the love and care for Flavia exactly the same as before his encounter with Bran today. Quintus was absolutely sure, that he wanted to marry Flavia and to be the best husband he could for her. He wanted a big family. Wanted her to get round and heavy and giving birth as many times, as they would be blessed with a child.
However, he couldn’t forget Brans strong big hands on his engorged gut. How the other man had handled his fat and brushed his nipples. The thought alone sent another jolt through his body.
Deep inside him, Quintus felt a yearning to find out, how it would feel like to be fed by the other man. For Brans simple demeanour and the strength and force with which he would enforce his demand on him.
His heart raced when he thought about Bran stuffing him to his limits, fondling his belly and breasts and then feeding Flavia. Watching the other man force food into his fiancées mouth until she could take no more while he was already unable to move because he was so full ... Quintus moaned, his cock hard and needy again.
It would have been easy to touch himself again. Flavia was sleeping soundly now and no one would disturb. But this was wrong. He shouldn’t have thoughts like that. Quintus forced himself up and went to the fountain in the midst of the atrium to splash cold water into his face.
He had to stop having thoughts like that. He was to marry Flavia and he wanted to with all his heart. No more distractions.