Courting Crazy: the Green Lord, Book 2

by JG Jerome

  I slowly start to move again. She squeezes me as I pull out and then relaxes as I push in. I set a steady rhythm of long strokes, kissing her all the while. Eventually she tilts her head up and moans. She gasps, “Love me like you do Trina, Jack!”

  I stop mid stroke and look at her. “I can’t do that, Lorraine.” Sorrow shows in her face, so I hurry to explain. “My love for Trina is unique to her, and it’s separate from all my other ladies. Just like my love for you is separate and unique to you, Beloved Lorraine. I love you only like I love you. No one else. However, I can show you one of her favorite techniques.”

  She says, “Jack, I belong to Ariana.”

  I nod, “Yes, you do. I won’t say her name, because she’s doing important work now. But know this. You also now belong to me. You are mine. I am yours. I may never get to make love to you again, but you are mine regardless. You have your own special place in my heart. Understand?” She kisses me passionately as she locks her heels behind my ass and squeezes me.

  She finally releases me and looks at me. “I love you, Jack Jerome. If I have another child, I want it to be yours. I may come knocking on your door one day to knock me up.” She grins, “So what is this technique my daughter is so fond of?”

  “Hold tight, beautiful. Arms and legs both!” She does, and I slide off the bed. I catch her ass in my right hand as I press with my left to get into a standing position. Then I walk over to the wall separating the sitting room.

  I grin at her, “My ladies are going to love this.” I push her back against the wall and hold her ass with my right hand as my left snakes inside her legs to hook her knee. I pull out and slam into her with a thud as her ass hits the wall. I hook my right arm under her other knee and grab a handful of her left ass cheek. I squeeze it and slide my left hand to fist her hair close to the scalp.

  I pull out and slam into her again, and she groans. I tilt my head to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to mark you as mine, Lorraine. I’m gonna mark you and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk!”

  She whimpers as I lean in and start suckling her neck as I pull back and slam into her again. She shouts at the force of it.

  I pull back and do it again. “Oh!” she gasps.

  “Do you want me to stop, Lorraine?”

  She moans, “Never, my Lord.”

  I set a fast pace of brutally slamming into her hot wet pussy.

  “Who do you belong to?”

  “Ari! I belong to Ari!”

  “Yes you do, Lorraine. Who else, Love? Who else do you belong to?” I punctuate every other word with a thrust while I tickle her rosebud with my right index finger.

  “Yoooou!” she croons. “Jaaaaack! Jack! Jack! Jack!” And then she screams, “JAAAAAAAAACK!” She is spasming on my cock and fluid seeps from the tight seal she has around Little Jack to drip on my feet. That does it! I spurt my seed deep into her womb, driving hard with my hips and legs as I pummel her pussy, her feet flying into the air with each thrust. Finally I lose steam until I stay hilted in her, suckling her neck.

  Satisfied that I’ve marked her sufficiently, I whisper in her ear. “Mine! You, Lorraine, are MINE!”

  She nods her agreement, “Yes, Jack!.”

  She pulls my face in front of hers and whispers vehemently, “I am yours!” Then she kisses me like I am her last meal.

  I feel a hand on my shoulder, and Trina’s face appears. “Isn’t he a fantastic lover, Mummy? I’m so glad you got to experience his love!” She pulls my face into a quick kiss and then smiles at her mother, who I have pinned to the wall with my arms and my cock.

  Lorraine says, “I would gladly run off and join your seraglio, Trina, but I can’t leave Ariana like that. I wish I had known him when I had a body like yours, Darling.”

  I look at Lorraine, then I look at Trina. Trina nods, and I wink at her. I bury my face in Lorraine’s neck, close my eyes and remind her body how it was intended to be. Her flesh tightens, her breast plump and rise, and the tushy in my hands tightens.

  “Oooooh! What are you doing, Jack?” she gasps. “It tingles.”

  I finish and kiss her lips gently, “Fulfilling my Lady’s wish. I didn’t touch your face. Quite honestly, I adore those little crow’s feet at the corners of your eyes. However, you have absolutely no reason to be self-conscious about wearing a bikini or going nude whenever, wherever you like.”

  “Oh, now Ariana will definitely want a turn with you. She’s very self-conscious ever since she failed the pencil test. Mine are small enough it was never an issue.”

  “You are beautiful, Lorraine. I hope you come visit us often. Even if I don’t ever get to make love to you again, I want to bask in the beauty of your spirit,” I tell her.

  “Oh, rest assured, Jack. You will get to make love to me again,” she says with a brilliant smile.

  I juggle my hands around to let her legs hang, and then hold her while she gets her feet under her. She stumbles a bit and then looks up at me with a little embarassment, “You did say you were going to fuck me until I can’t walk. Please carry me out to the room, so your ladies can see how you tore my neck up, Lord,” she says with a twinkle in her eye.

  I pick Lorraine up in a bridal carry and walk into the living room. As I step through the doorway, a bevy of beautiful, naked ladies applaud.

  Supreet, naked with all six arms and breasts on display in her hybrid form, calls across the room. “You are getting quite the taste of the Winter Court, my Lord. Perhaps you would like a taste of something spicy and Indian?”

  The ladies roar with laughter, and I have to join them. I lay Lorraine into a chair. She pushes herself up as I say, “I have to agree, Supreet. I’ve had a tasty kiss from the Winter Queen and all three of her daughters, Esmi, Corrina, Geri, Liesl, most of the Ravens. Despite your spiciness, you being of the host are aligned with Winter, too. Right?” Everyone laughs as she raises her hands in mock surrender.

  L’liana says, “Maybe a little taste from a sweet, young elf?” she asks. Another round of laughter.

  I see Chelsea sitting against the wall with hunger in her eyes without a stitch of clothing on. Her body is as yummy as I imagined. I wink at her, and she gives me a huge smile. The Goblin Ladies are all eyeing me with varying degrees of the same hunger. I ask L’liana, “Um, were you aware that I had a visit from the Lady of the West, Lili? She reminded me that Elves have no strictures against lying. Apparently that’s just a Sidhe thing. So, how old are you, little girl?”

  She stands up and preens her naked prepubescent-looking figure as she says, “Twenty-six!”

  I ask, “How many times have you been twenty-six, Lili?”

  “Um….,” she hesitates. Then she says in a small, ‘little girl’ voice, “Almost five times, Beloved.”

  “You know I love you regardless, right?” I ask.

  She gives me a big smile, “Well of course, my Lord!”

  More laughs and chuckles from the gallery.

  I announce to the ladies assembled, “Lorraine is…”

  “Oh my Goddess!” Corrina interrupts. “Lorraine, you’re leaking! We can’t waste that! You can feed it to me from your fingers, or I can go direct to the source. We cannot waste our Lord’s seed!” Her eyes are serious.

  Lorraine says, “I’ll spoon feed you, Captain. Come here, dear.” She scoops the leaking emissions onto her fingers and Corrina walks over on her knees as a chorus of ‘Me, too’ ring in the air. I kiss Lorraine gently in parting and get out of the way of Corrina’s treat.

  I walk over to Myra, who is curled up on the chair. I tell her, “You first, my beloved wife. I’ve missed you and worried about you. Now I’m going to make love to you.”

  She smiles warmly as she gets up and leads me by hand to the center of the floor, which is covered with pillows and cushions. She kneels before me and says, “I know you’re probably thinking how you are going to make all your ladies feel special. They all know they will eventually get many turns with you. Even your newest fiancé, Chelsea,
is confident she will get what she needs and much more. Any comfort you give to Liesl and Geri will help them put this behind them, but they’re in pretty good shape. Apparently you’ve been attentive to them already, and I understand Corrina got her needs cared for in the audience chamber.” She looks at me sideways, “Lucky girl,” she grins.

  I pull her to me, “But my wife has not had her welcome back into my arms. You ready to feel loved, Myra?”

  She looks deep into my eyes, “As long as you live, I will always feel loved, Jack.”

  I kiss her as I lay her down in the cushions. She pulls her legs wide to show me how ready she is for me. I crawl over her and kiss her as Little Jack rises to the occasion. Trina slides in next to Myra and kisses her as I slide into Myra’s slick, wet folds. She moans into Trina’s mouth. Then I get to kiss her. Then Megan kisses Trina, and she kisses me. Morgan and Esmi slide in to collect kisses from Myra, Trina, and myself. Before too long I lose track of who does what to whom as we are buried in kisses and caresses.

  Chapter 46 - A nice lunch

  I spent about two hours making love to as many of my ladies as wanted it. Chelsea joined in at one point, but kept her involvement to kisses and caresses. Myra called up Liesl to follow her, and then Geri. Myra took another turn, and then Supreet shifted back to her serpent form, and everyone took turns caressing her silky, scaled skin and suckling her six nipples while I made love to her. Megan and Corrina took a turn in there somewhere, as did L’liana, Solange, Trinity, Karla, Sherrine, and Frannie. Grace came for kissing and cuddles, but something kept her back. Likewise, Selene and Sera only came in for kisses and cuddles, but Sera’s kisses were pretty passionate. Trina and Daphne were frequently tucked up close kissing me and whomever I was loving at the time. If they weren’t there, then Myra and Lili or Supreet were.

  Later on, Morgan was riding me cowgirl while Esmi rode my face. They both orgasmed, and then I hear another voice say, “Up Morgan. I’m cutting in, love.” Esmi slid off my face and turned to kiss me. When she pulled away, Ariana was slotting Little Jack into her moist pussy. I sat up and kissed her as she slid down onto him. She moaned into my mouth as Lorraine whispered into my ear, “May I ride your face, Master?” I pulled her into a kiss as she leaned me back and mounted my face. Both ladies came several times, and then I finally blew my load into my MILF-in-law. Lorraine slid off my face and helped me sit back up. I kissed Ariana again.

  “How do you feel, Ariana?” I asked her.

  She said, “Much better, Jack. Lorraine woke me by nibbling my ear about 20 minutes ago. I ended up writing about two pages of thoughts that Laurel planted. Most were shite. Then Lorraine dragged me out to ‘have my mind blown.’ I’ve never heard her say that before. Judging by the marks on her neck, you worked her over good. I think you need to mark me like that, too!”

  So, I did.

  * * *

  As Ariana lays back, a large grey hand puts a piece of apple in my mouth.

  After chewing and swallowing the fruit, I reach to kiss Trinity’s hungry lips.

  I ask her, “Do you feel more secure in our family now, Trinity?”

  She smiles with bared tusks, “I feel wonderful, Lord. My first day with a new master, and he’s already fucked me and made me feel beautiful.” Then she actually does a shimmy that get her breasts moving in a very provocative manner.

  “You are beautiful, sweetie! Help me up.”

  Trinity grabs my arm and pulls me up. I stumble past Lorraine and Ariana as Lorraine ensures that every sacred sperm in Ariana goes into her stomach.

  As I make my way to the bedroom, I ask Eliana, *How is my energy level now?*

  She purrs, *Full up. I’ve been charging actively for the last hour and a half. Those ladies love you fiercely, Lord.*

  *Yes! And I love them equally fiercely! I’m very lucky!*

  Megan follows me in. We kiss quickly before starting to dress. “That was fun, Jack. We should do that more often!”

  I laugh, “I should be saying how worn out I am, but I feel vibrant and full of energy. Plus, I have no idea how Little Jack kept up. I came much more frequently than I should have been able to.”

  She says, “Maybe it’s an innate Green Lord ability.”

  “Maybe,” I agree. “Hey, Megan. Let’s get a quick bite to eat and then head down to talk to the assassin. Then we need to deliver Laurel to her mother.”

  Suddenly, she’s all business. “Sounds good, Jack. I’ll let everyone know. She grabs the remainder of her clothes and Myra’s dress before returning to the sitting room.

  I pull on my boxers, jeans, and tech t-shirt. I sit in the chair and pull on my socks and my tac-boots. I pull on my shoulder rig, then wrap Gisela around my waist. I detour to empty my bladder, wash up, and then I adjust Morningstar and Eventide. Finally, I’m ready. I walk out to the sitting room.

  Supreet is waiting, still in her serpent form, with her armor and weapons on. She also found one of the Raven kilts, which she is wearing despite being in her full Naga glory. She smiles at me and says, “Fiancé, that was amazing. I hope you feel ever so much better.”

  “I do! Thank you, Honey! And I noticed you are no longer hissing your ‘s’ sounds.”

  I notice all the cushions are put away, too. Louis has joined us, and the Goblin ladies are all back in uniform. Corrina is talking to them all, and they are paying rapt attention. Ariana and Lorraine are still naked and wrapped into a hug on the couch, whispering to each other. L’liana is pulling her bodysuit up over her bare breasts. She winks at me as she stuffs her arms into it.

  She says, “You know that I have two tongues. Or two tonguessssss!” I laugh and hug her to me.

  I hear, “In here, Jack!”

  Supreet waves a Vana-hand towards the kitchen, where I see Megan standing in the doorway beckoning me.

  Megan calls, “Peg made a real lunch for you. Let’s get you fed before you head out to talk to your would-be assassin.

  I turn and call to Corrina, “C’rina Love, have our new members eaten?”

  She turns to me and shakes her head, “No, my Lord. I’m about to rotate them to the dining hall. They will be serving for about another hour.”

  I nod, “Good plan, Captain. Would you ensure that the rest of the family get there? I’m especially concerned about Tiffy, Christie, Georgia, and Sera. Also the Summer Knights. They may not know their way around. I don’t recall seeing Georgia recently.”

  “Georgia stayed with Christie, and they ensured the escort got fed. Selene took Sera after they got their kisses. Tiffy is in the dining hall now with Charli. Mari and Sowie went first, Tiffy and Charli went after they returned,” she reports.

  I smile, “I know you’re on top of things, Darling. I did the same to my First Sergeant when I was in command. He didn’t like it, but he finally figured out I was doing it because I cared rather than trying to sharp-shoot his job.”

  Corrina gives me a big grin, “It would be easy to get defensive, Jack, but I know how you operate. I don’t mind. I’m far from perfect. It’s comforting you’re trying to make me the best captain I can be.”

  She winks and turns back to the Goblin crew. Louis takes Frannie & Sherrine with him. Trinity, Karla, and Grace stay on guard by the corridor leading out.

  I walk into the kitchenette, to find Myra, Morgan, and Esmi seated at the table. Megan grabs one of two folding chairs by the fridge and joins us. There’s a pot in the center that looks like a short dutch oven. Peg is standing on my chair scooping out a steaming shepherd’s pie into the shallow bowls as Myra holds the plates up.

  “Wow, Peg! That smells fantastic. I’ve never gotten to eat your cooking! I can’t wait!” I exclaim.

  Trina walks out of the pantry and sets a jar of jam on the table. She says, “You’re definitely in for a treat, Jack.”

  Peg scoffs, “Och! It’s nothing special. Just a basic shepherd’s pie. It’s not even lamb; it’s beef and veal.” She leaves the spoon in the pot after serving up six dishes. Trina walks
up with the last folding chair as Peg surveys the table. She nods her satisfaction and then leans on the table to ease her jump to the floor.

  I snag her up before she jumps down and sit in the chair. Then I seat her on my lap. I look down at her, “I don’t see a plate for you, dear Peg. Aren’t you eating?”

  “Maybe later, my Lord. I don’t eat much, and I have very irregular hunger,” she says.

  “Is that normal?” I ask her.

  She shrugs, “It’s hard to tell. I’ve reached an age where I don’t have any precedents to compare to. Normally, my people look similar to small humans with thicker peach fuzz over their bodies. We mature from babies that would fit in your hand, to adults, and we stay that way for hundreds of years. After that we age rapidly until we look like I do now. Strength and flexibility remain for a few hundred years, and then we don’t so much die as fade away. I think having someone to devote ourselves to is what allows us to survive, much the same way the love of your family and followers powers you, my Lord. The oldest I’ve ever heard of was 2,943 years old. As you know, I’m approaching 4,500. Other than my joints being achy, I don’t really feel that different than when I started to age.”

  She looks up at me, “Short answer is I’m just starting to get hungry. I’ll be ready to eat after I clean up.”

  I ask her, “Are you okay to sit here at table with us, Peg? I’ll hold you securely.”

  She looses an evil chuckle, “What? All that fine Sidhe pussy didn’t heal you up? You need some old Brownie loving, Lord?”

  The ladies explode in laughter. Esmi actually blows stew out her nose.

  I chuckle, “You found me out, Peg. Will you help me keep my secret?”

  “Bah,” she says. “Not much of a secret if you keep holding me in your lap!” We all laugh again.

  “Do you serve Ariana too, Peg?” I ask before taking a bite of the shepherd’s pie. ‘Damn! That tastes amazing!’ I think to myself.

  “No, Lord. I only serve the Laughlin family. Primarily Princess Katrina now, but also Lady Lorraine when she has need of it. Like the rest of the Winter Court, the Nessus family has had Hobs in their service for as long as I can remember. Brownies tend to serve the Summer Court, Hobs the Winter.”