A soft knock on my door announced that I wasn’t going to have a good night’s rest after all. Or maybe I’d have a great night’s rest… just not the whole night. Giggling outside the door ant I wasn’t going to spend the night alone, and judging by the amount of giggles, I wasn’t even going to spend it with just one partner.
The mont I opened the door Cinzy shoved her way inside, followed closely by Ivy and Isabelle. I thought that was it, until Regina poked her head inside and then entered.
“Um…” I said.
Tara ca in last of all.
Of the five of them, Cinzy had clearly taken care of her look, having put on makeup and changed into a pale pink matching sweatsuit. She did a twirl, and that let read the block letters stitched into the ass of her sweatpants, PRINCESS.
Tara and Regina were both in pajamas. Co to find out, they’d heard a commotion down the hall and followed along after. Still, the thin pajama pants—Regina wearing pink unicorns leaping over rainbows and Tara in flannel plaid—looked good on them. The thin tank top sleepwear without bras underneath both told the tale of it being a bit cool outside.
Lastly, Isabelle and Ivy. Sheesh. These two were skirting disaster here. Isabelle had on a black trench coat with her hands jamd into the pockets, while Ivy had on a pleated, red plaid skirt that barely covered her ass, along with a black tube top over a fishnet shirt. Oh, and knee high combat boots.
“What are you… I share a door with my mother,” I whispered.
“You shouldn’t have gotten the adjoining door then,” Cinzy said.
“Can we at least go to one of your rooms?”
“Nope,” Cinzy replied.
“Nuh-uh,” Regina said.
“I don’t know guys, his mom is really sweet—” Tara said, and I was pleased to have at least one ally. It didn’t do any good, though.
“You don’t have to stick around,” Cinzy said. “I am here for a little reunion, and I have so demands I…” she trailed off when she spotted my raised eyebrow. “So demands I hope you’ll agree to.”
“Ivy’s been just fiending,” Isabelle said, grinning and rolling her eyes.
“You’re the one in a trench coat and nothing underneath,” Ivy shot back, and everyone’s mouth imdiately dropped open.
Once we’d gotten over the shock, and convinced Isabelle not to flee the scene, we had chairs pulled up and sat down to figure out what the heck was going on here.
“So what the heck is going on here?” I asked. I was not looking up into the space where Isabelle’s skirt should’ve been. Definitely not looking up there.
“Ivy wants the old reliable,” Isabelle said, but… um. She wanted, um. She um, wanted, um—“
“I wanted to talk with you privately about sex stuff,” Ivy said coldly. “This one intercepted us on our way over here.”
“And I just wanted to see so of this with my own eyes,” Cinzy said sweetly.
All eyes turned her way. I could feel the disbelief radiating off all four of the girls.
“Look,” I said, “we had our little talk about this. We’re all okay with doing this, right? None of this is infuriating one of you and causing jealousy to bubble up that will break the team. You all promised.”
This was just like what had happened imdiately following my return from imprisonnt under Blake. I hadn’t gone over it with my family, even though Sarah had cornered and forced to confess that I’d had sex while in the other world.
When I’d returned from the Blake situation, it had been to a serious amount of getting down and dirty, and negotiations regarding what was and wasn’t okay.
Regina had never cared. She just wanted to try out everything once. She’d entered into a situation with Tara first, and later with Vellenia just because she was a horny little minx. She appeared to be even more bisexual than Ivy, or rather she was just sexual.
That first night she had found her way into my house and woken up with a blowjob, which naturally woke up Vellenia, who joined in the fun. It was a solid chunk of ti just gasping and moaning and thrusting and slurping. All that had gone on for who knew how long, until Tara also found her way into my house. From there, Vellenia took care of Regina while I gave Tara a serious punishnt for intruding on my private space.
And by punishnt, I an I folded the flexible beauty in half and pounded her hard until she was going through orgasm after orgasm.
Sowhere in the middle of this, Regina fell unconscious while sitting on Vellenia’s face. My bonded Nakamamon had six flexible, muscular little tentacles in her mouth instead of a tongue, and those were far longer than the typical human tongue. Regina literally fainted from too many climaxes.
Afterwards I made Tara worship my companion Nakamamon. Both of us gave her oral at first, lavishing attention on her curious disappearing, reappearing nipples and genitalia. And after that, Tara enjoyed a nice relaxing sixty-nine session with Vellenia, while I took my ti giving it to my companion the slow, deep and hard way.
I couldn’t be sure there was a companion connection track like the Relationship status with the girls, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I would use physical affection and sex any ti we had an opportunity to strengthen that bond, assuming the system had such a thing. Just for the sake of safety, obviously.
So it was, having slow and sensual sex with my Nakamamon standing up, that Tara ended up licking the place where the two of us were joined, providing the clit stimulation while I teased and twisted Vel’s nipples and drove her wild.
The next day both Ivy and Isabelle cornered by ‘taking out on a walk to view the periter’ of the town, purely for security’s sake.
Once we were out of sight of the tiny village Trent had constructed, Izzy tore Ivy’s clothes off and bent her girlfriend over on one of the gigantic spherical leaves on the trees. She then demanded that I ‘pound the complaints out of this cock-hungry slut’, and proceeded to spank Ivy dozens of tis.
Apparently Ivy had grown used to having every week or so as a way to fill the void Isabelle’s fingers couldn’t quite reach. So as I took her by the hips and gave her a vigorous pounding, Izzy kept demanding apologies for her being so whiny about missing my cock. And if Ivy didn’t apologize fast enough, it was spank ti.
Ivy couldn’t apologize fast enough, apparently. I watched as the welts appeared, and listen to Ivy’s pained grunts turned into yelps of shock, then pleas for Isabelle to stop.
Isabelle started whispering about how, if she wasn’t careful, next ti she’d have to watch Fletcher fuck only her and not Ivy. It would be forced chastity. Ivy’s only response was a mournful, orgasm-laced ‘nooooooo’.
And in between all these was Cinzy, who had raged at , left, then helped trap into the Blake situation, only for her to apologize by offering herself up to wholly. Now, she claid she didn’t care who I slept with, or how often, she only wanted from ti to ti.
I put that claim to the test by inviting her to my place and flirting with Vellenia the whole ti. Initially, she seed fine with kissing and licking the Nakamamon’s neck, and playing footsie under the table while we ate dinner. She wasn’t.
Cinzy practically attacked , begging to be included. She didn’t care, she would lick our feet, she would suck Vel’s toes, just so long as she wasn’t ignored.
This hadn’t been a good sign. I needed her to be okay with engaging with the others, yet here she was, unable to watch kiss my bonded companion. All of our clothes were still on. How was she going to handle knowing I was slipping Regina’s clothes off and licking her bare skin? I doubted it would go well.
In any event, I gave in to Cinzy. It was hard not to, given just how desirable she was. I laid her on my bed and once I’d gotten her nice and lubed up, slowly forced myself into her ass. This ti she was facing , or rather lying on her back on my bed, so I got to watch her face go through contortions. From bewildernt to disbelief, pain to ecstasy, she appeared to have a religious experience taking my full length. She’d held her knees, but as I fed her the last inch, she slipped and went boneless.
She liked it even more when I spent the Token to enhance the pleasure using Pleasure’s Bounty. I worked a thumb over her clit again and again, delighting in the way her eyes snapped back into focus and she coiled down into a magnificent orgasm not a minute later.
It had been a continual issue trying to deal with Cinzy’s jealousy, Regina’s neediness and Isabelle’s feelings of inadequacy. Tara… had the sa old Tara problem, and I wasn’t certain what to do about it. Thankfully, whatever magic did to the human body, it didn’t increase my potency or her receptivity. Or with the constant breaks we ended up taking from being apart so often, she just failed to conceive for a good six solid months.
In all honesty, I was low-key anxious about the situation with Tara. Every ti I got with her, the sex was so passionate and so intense that there was no controlling myself. She was as insistent that I finish inside as the first ti we were together. The first four tis, that was.
“So to be clear, we are not telling Fletcher’s mom all about the, uh, the you know, all the fornication,” Tara said, and ended off the sentence with just enough inflection to turn it into a half-unsure half-question. “I an when we tell her about the Glumpdumpkin stuff.”
“Um, of course we aren’t,” Cinzy said.
“I will say in her defense,” I said, “that she is very sharp, and has probably figured out so of what’s been going on, but on that point, no. No, no, a hundred tis no. I would really prefer she never hears a detailed accounting of swapping bodily fluids with anyone, please and thank you.”
“Okay,” Regina said. Such a simple word. The rest were nodding along, and I heaved a sigh full of relief.
“Are we finally going to have the talk?” I asked.
“If it involves you going to town on our two Guardians here, I’m all for it,” Cinzy said, hands on hips and chest thrust out. I had to say, the matching pink sweatshirt reading PRINCESS looked amazing on her. “Our two Rangers don’t need to be here. Not sure why they ca, honestly.”
“To… also have so ti with Fletcher, obviously,” Regina said, and plastered herself against . She made a show of sniffing over my chest and neck. “I could be down with so Isabelle and Ivy ti… if they’ll have .” She sobered. “I don’t want to get in between you two either, but I’m, you know, down to, uh… to do. Stuff.”
“I wish this could be more awkward,” I said.
“Yeah that doesn’t seem possible,” Ivy said, a wry smile on her face. “You should see what Izzy looks like under this coat. You all should see.”
“No!” Isabelle shouted, and clutched the trench coat even tighter against herself.
“Um… my mom is on the other side of that door right—”
There ca a knock on the door.
One huge, exasperated sigh later, I went and opened the adjoining door. Figuring it would be better to rip the bandage off the wound as fast as possible, and hopefully get my mom looking at all the girls in my room at once. Surely, I reasoned, there was no way she would assu I was banging all of them at once if she saw the whole team at the sa ti.
Surely not.
Well, not all. Izzy was hugged tight against the wall nearest, and now slowly sliding down, out of view of my mom unless she marched into my room.
“Heyyy Mom,” I said. “You want to co in and join the planning session?”
“Oh, heavens no. I thought you were all having a party in here. I just want to be sure one of you will be sober enough to drive us tomorrow. I would offer, but…” She held her arms out and looked down at herself. For all her good spirits and happiness, she was still bald from the chemo, thin as a broom handle and frail to boot. The robe seed to hang wrong on her chemo-ravaged fra, and I fought against the surge of pity and misery I felt looking at her. She looked as though a stiff breeze might blow her over.
That said, I needed to remind myself that we were driving her to salvation. All we had to do was smuggle her into a highly secure facility with ard battalion of ard rcenaries, caras everywhere, and through a portal to another world. Then, and only then, could we begin the magical healing process. No big deal.
“We’ll take the party to my room, Mrs. Fletcher,” Cinzy said, grinning one of those patented Cinzy grins. She seed to glow in the gloom. “Once we get this eting taken care of, that is. Then we’ll drink ourselves silly.”
Ah yes, alcohol, the old standby. I loved my mom both for her knowledge of what was going on, and for her ability to purposefully miss the mark. She knew I wasn’t a big drinker.
Moreover, I hadn’t gotten drunk at all over in the other world. It hadn’t seed necessary. It was like, in my mind, alcohol was a balm for the awful conditions of your life… but if you didn’t have awful conditions in your life because the world you were in was so wonderful and magical as to clear all the bad stuff away, what need did you have of alcohol? Why fix what ain’t broken, in other words.
“It’s a pajama party,” Tara added laly, looking down at the fuzzy pink slippers she had on, with the googly eyes.
My mother chuckled. “Well, I’ll be getting so shuteye now. You kids keep it down to a dull roar.”
Sothing about being with my mother really made feel less like a responsible adult and more like a child. ‘You kids’ indeed. Well now I wanted to go grab several bottles of the worst and cheapest alcohol available, and get shipfaced.
“Just don’t end up in the hospital,” she said.
“Yes Mrs. Fletcher!” all five of them said in unison.
My mother chuckled and gave a not-at-all-subtle wink, then shut the door.
“What in the heck?” I breathed.
And this was how I ended up being dragged from my hotel room down the hall to Cinzy’s room.
This is Christopher about to face five won all suffering from two weeks of withdrawal.
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