Author's Note

Sex scene in this chapter. You have been warned.

Passion beneath the full moon

A loud rumble is heard from Trixie's tummy, causing Anon to giggle.

"A little hungry there, babe?"

Trixie's face turns a bright shade of crimson

"M-maybe."

"Well I guess we know the first place we're going to explore don't we?"

Anon opens the guide on his phone again, finding a pleasant surprise.

"Well would you look at that: the previous owner left some food for us."

"That was awfully nice of him." she said "Who was the last owner?"

"Some business man. I'd never heard of him till now. He's some low level executive for a multi-national cooperation. Apparently even being low level will treat you pretty good."

"No kidding. It must be quite the successful business if someone low level can have a house like this."

They began to walk in the direction of the kitchen back at the first floor

"Yeah. It's called Applefamily Cider."

Trixie gasps

"You've never had Applefamily cider!? I used to drink that all the time as kid. Remind me and we'll get you some. It should be a crime not to taste it at least once."

"It's that good, is it?"

"Even better than that."

They open the large wooden doors to the kitchen. It was less of a kitchen and more of a dining hall. A long wood table the seated twenty sat in the center. At the end of the table were two massive windows with long red silk curtains. Off the the left was the chef's room. It was the size of the trailer with ten stoves, two massive steel fridges. In the fridge was a large bouquet of fruit. Trixie's eye's hungered.

"Let's dig in shall we?"

Trixie happily agreed, not saying a word before grabbing the fruit and digging right in. Anon happily joined her. They gouged themselves till their stomachs felt as if they may burst.

"Nothing like stuffing yourself at midnight." he said

"No kidding." Trixie laughed "I can't remember the last time I ate this good."

Trixie got a look in her eyes and hugged Anon tight. He knew that look in her eyes. The look of pure lust.

"Want to help me lose some of this weight?"

Anon chuckled and gave her a big kiss.

"It'd be my pleasure."

The two began to make out, melting on top of the table. Anon grabbed her breast tightly like a kid reaching for candy. Trixie pushed back with force, wanting to be the dominating force in this engagement. For them sex was like a battle, a competition. Both of them fighting to be the dominate, while who ever was on their knees by the end of it lost.

Anon pulled Trixie's shirt off, exposing her cute red bra with a bow in the middle and press his face in between the gap. Trixie hugged his head and looked at him with kindness, like a mother breastfeeding her child. With his newfound leverage, Anon pressed her body down on the table. As he stood above him, panting like a worn dog, Trixie quickly undid his pants and pulled them off with her foot. His engorged manhood poking through his underwear. Trixie's sly look returned as she saw it, knowing it was completely under her body's command. He returned the favor, pulling her shorts off and exposing her cute matching silk panties, a dark wet patch already forming. Anon sensually ran his fingers just above the hem line then straight down, the only thing separating his hand from her flower being the thin fabric of her red underwear.

Trixie let out a sweet little moan as he traced the slight gap poking out through the fabric. Her body was at maximum sensitivity and just begging for her husband to dive right in. She may have lost the battle, but she was far from enjoying it. Anon sat up, pulling Trixie up with him. He sat crisscross with her on his lap, his meat pulsating against the small of her back. Anon put one had down her underwear while the other squeezed her soft breast and began to trace circles around her now soaked womanhood, teasing her like crazy. Her body was pleading with his fingers to take everything he wanted. She shoved her face into his with a deep kiss, needing an outlet for the pleasure. Finally done messing around, Anon stuck his index finger into the gooey center and massaged her bean. Trixie's chest rose and fall as her ecstasy slowly increase.

It didn't take much for it to reach a fever pitch, with just a few expert rolls of his finger, Trixie began to gush all over her underwear and the table, her entire body shuttering with pure pleasure and love. But she was far from satisfied. It was Anon's turn to be at her complete mercy. With a quick turn, she pressed him down onto the table and practically ripped his underwear off, pulling her's off in turn. She wanted to be full, she wanted him to be part of her body. Se spread her lips wide and consumed his head inside her, her body perfectly accommodating his girth. It felt incredible inside Trixie's pocket. The heat was intense, as if he was putting himself inside an oven. But it was just warm enough not to be uncomfortable.

Trixie greedily began to thrust her hips up and down, a resounding wet slap occurring with each bounce. The table was barely able to bear her lustful grinding. Trixie placed both hands on his hips and stared up and the ceiling, consuming herself in the pleasure with a slight pain as her walls struggled to contain the large meat stick she was excitedly hammering away at. Anon tried with all his might to hold it in but within five short minutes he was on a one way trip to orgasm city, shooting load after load of baby batter right into her cervix. Trixie, feeling the sticky substance flow into her body began to cum once again. They both feel to each side o the table, Anon's love slowly dribbling out of Trixie's vagina. They held hands at they sat there, panting and sweating.

"That was," Trixie said in between pants "incredible."

"You were just as good." Anon gasped "You had sex like you haven't fucked in years."

"It feels that way."

Anon chuckled

"We had sex like four days ago."

"I know."

Trixie's hand drifted down to the scar on her lower stomach, the place where her ovaries should have been before the disease took them. Trixie's eyes went from bliss to sadness within seconds. Anon began to spoon her.

"Sweet heart." he said

Trixie sighed

"Why did I they have to be taken away?"

Anon hugged her tight

"Because life is unfair." he said "but I love you just as much. You're no less than you were before the surgery."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

They sat in silence for a bit, spooning on the table while moonlight flooded the room.

"What are you thinking honey?"

"I wish I could get over this." she said "I wish I could just accept that I'll never have a child of my own."

"Why would you accept that when that's not true?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Did you forget about the little angel sleeping on the third story?"

"I didn't... and I love her more than the moon and stars above... but she'll never truly by mind. She'll never be a creation from our love."

Anon twirled her hair in his finger

"She is though. She is the very example of a creation of our love."

"I know" she said "I just really want a child to come from my body."

"I know lovely. I know." he said "All we can do is treat Sunset as if she were the product of the two of us."

"I'm sorry I'm getting so worked up over this."

"Don't apologize. It's a hard thing to lose. But know that ovaries or no, you're still the woman I love more than anything in the world."

Trixie smiled

"You're right. So what if she isn't technically ours. She is still our child."

"That's right."

The two of them closed their eyes, falling asleep right on the large wooden table. Trixie finally letting her pain go, knowing she didn't need an organ to give Sunset all the love in the entire world.