The Sweet Shoppe by Jameson Grey
IV – Wolfe on the Fold
Centuries? Is that what he said? He can’t have been around for centuries – that’s not possible!
The shopkeeper smiled that rancid, toothless smile of his and began to sniff Pearl, first her face, then down the front of her body. She gagged, writhing in disgust as he pawed at the sides of her breasts and her hips, before pressing his nose against her abdomen.
Pearl was still trying to free her wrists when the shopkeeper stood up, clasping his hands together and smiling. “Oh my, you’re almost a two-for-one deal all by yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t know? You’re pregnant.”
“Oh, you most definitely are, my dear. I can smell it on you. Or should I say in you?” He breathed in deeply again. “Perhaps only a few weeks – not long enough for one of my Sugary Babies unfortunately, but – ”
“NO!” Pearl screamed. “You’re lying!”