Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 1186: A New Family Member

Julie and Emily were on either side of her, holding her hands, while Hannah, Jessica, and Elizabeth stood nearby. This was our family’s first child, and everyone had gathered.

The moment I appeared, the women parted to let me through. Freya’s tear-filled eyes locked onto me with intense hunger. ”You bastard...” she gasped, her voice husky and strained, ”you’re finally here...”

”I’m here, baby,” I growled softly, moving to her side immediately. I took her hand firmly, then leaned down and kissed her hard, deep, and possessively.

My tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her even now. Freya moaned into the kiss, her free hand gripping my shirt tightly as if she wanted to pull me on top of her despite her condition. Her pregnant body radiated heat, and the way her swollen breasts pressed against me made my blood run hot.

When I finally pulled back, she was breathing heavily, lips swollen and wet. Her hospital gown had shifted further, exposing more of her creamy, sweat-slicked cleavage. ”I was so fucking scared you wouldn’t make it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with need.

I kissed her again, slower this time but no less hungry, my tongue teasing hers as my hand slid down to caress the massive, taut curve of her pregnant belly. I could feel the baby shifting under my palm.

”You look so goddamn sexy right now,” I murmured hotly against her swollen lips. ”Carrying my child... all swollen, glowing, and fertile. These heavy breasts, this perfect round belly... I can barely control myself. You’re so fucking perfect, Freya.”

Freya let out a soft, needy moan into my mouth, her body responding to my touch even through the contractions. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples visibly hard under the thin hospital gown, and the way she arched into my hand showed just how much my words affected her.

Julie suddenly pinched my waist hard, scolding me with a flustered laugh. ”You... don’t tease her right now!”

I pretended to wince in pain, dramatically rubbing the spot. ”Ow—alright, alright!” Julie finally let go with a satisfied smirk.

It was time. The medical team prepared to move Freya into the operating room for a C-section. As the child’s father, I was allowed to accompany her. Before they wheeled her away, I leaned close to her ear, my breath warm against her skin.

”Don’t worry, my love,” I whispered seductively. ”It won’t leave a scar. I’ll take care of it personally... and then I’ll kiss and worship every inch of this gorgeous body once you’ve healed.”

Freya shivered with desire despite the pain, squeezing my hand tightly as they rolled her into the sterile operating theatre.

Once inside, I subtly used my abilities. I took complete control of the doctors and nurses, giving them silent mental commands to perform the best surgery of their lives—flawless, precise, and without any complications. Their hands moved with perfect skill under my influence.

Freya was given anesthesia, her eyes fluttering as she looked at me one last time with a heady mix of love and raw lust.

Even as the drugs pulled her under, her gaze burned with desire. I stayed right beside her head the entire time, holding her hand tightly and leaning close to whisper sweet, filthy promises into her ear.

”When you recover... I’m going to lay you down and worship every inch of this delicious body,” I murmured, my voice low and heated.

”I’ll kiss that soft belly, suck on those heavy, sensitive breasts until you’re dripping for me... and then I’ll make you cum so many times you forget your own name, my perfect, fertile goddess.”

The surgery went perfectly under my complete control. Soon, the room filled with the strong, healthy cry of our newborn daughter. The doctor carefully lifted her, red-faced and wiggling, her tiny lungs working powerfully.

She was absolutely beautiful—tiny, delicate, and perfect. A powerful wave of love and protectiveness washed over me as I gazed at her. I looked back at Freya, who was slowly coming out of the anesthesia, tears of pure joy streaming down her flushed cheeks.

”Our daughter...” Freya whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. I leaned down and kissed her deeply once more, slow and passionate, my hand gently resting on her now slightly softer but still incredibly alluring belly.

”She’s beautiful... just like her mother,” I said, my voice thick with pride and lingering desire. ”You did so well, my sexy goddess. I can’t wait to remind this body how much I crave it.”

Freya smiled tiredly but happily as the nurse gently placed our daughter into her arms. She cradled the baby with natural, loving care, staring down at the little miracle with wonder. After a long moment, she looked up at me, eyes soft. ”Have you thought of a name?”

”Yes,” I replied, reaching out to gently stroke both Freya’s cheek and the baby’s tiny head. ”She’s as beautiful as her mother... so let’s name her Eleanor.”

Freya murmured the name softly, tasting it on her tongue. ”Eleanor... that’s a beautiful name. Elegant and strong... just like her.” She leaned her head against my shoulder, exhausted but radiant. ”Our little Eleanor.”

I wrapped my arm around both of them, pulling them close. I kissed Freya’s temple tenderly, then leaned down to press a soft, loving kiss on our newborn daughter’s forehead.

The sight of my woman—still glowing with that post-birth radiance, her body curvy and sexy, now a mother—stirred something deep and primal inside me. Her full breasts, slightly leaking, strained against the hospital gown, and the way she held our baby so protectively only made her look even more desirable.

Even in this moment, I couldn’t stop thinking about how breathtaking she was and how desperately I wanted to claim her, devour her, and cherish every inch of her body once she had recovered.

”You’ve given me the greatest gift,” I whispered against her ear, my hand sliding down possessively to rest on her wide, soft hip. ”I love you, Freya. Both of you. Forever.”

Without wasting another second, I discreetly channeled my power and used Healing Touch. A warm, white energy flowed from my palm into her body.

In seconds, Freya’s body was completely restored—no scar, no pain, no lingering soreness. Her belly was flat and smooth again, her skin flawless, and every trace of the surgery vanished as if it had never happened.

Freya’s eyes widened in surprise as the healing energy washed over her. The exhaustion and discomfort disappeared instantly.

A bright, joyful smile spread across her face. Without warning, she jumped up from the bed and leaped into my arms, clinging to me tightly. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms locked around my neck as she pressed her voluptuous body flush against mine.

”Jack!” she cried happily, laughing through fresh tears. Her full breasts squished warmly against my chest, and I could feel the heat of her body through the thin gown. ”You really are incredible... I feel amazing. No pain at all!”