by JG Jerome
She has a lean muscular figure. Whereas Trina and the Ravens are all strong and defined, Chelsea looks sinewy. She has long ropy muscles in her arms and legs. Her abs and pecs are lean, and you can see hints of the muscles moving under the skin. Chelsea’s neck is long and strong, blending into mildly defined traps. Her waist isn’t extremely narrow compared to her shoulders, but her hips flare out a bit to make her figure obviously feminine. Chelsea’s breasts are a wonder. They are perfectly conical with small hard nipples protruding from dark brown areolas. They are full, ripe, probably B-cup, and if she ever tried a pencil test, the pencil would run in fear. She has a thick thatch of muff in a carefully trimmed triangle that runs down and out of sight.
“Hello, Fiancé,” she greets me with a tentative smile. “Let’s get you dry.”
I step out onto the mat and accept the towel from her, “Thank you, Fiancé. I really like that outfit.”
She bites her lip and clasps her hands in front of her thick muff. Looking down, she asks shyly, “Really, Jack? You’re surrounded by so many beautiful women. They all love you deeply and readily open their arms and their legs to you. I don’t compare to them.”
I stand back up from drying my legs and look at her. “Who are you, and what have you done with my beautiful, proud, confident woman who knows exactly what she wants? Where’s my alpha bitch who was so jealous just a few hours ago?”
I hang up my towel and wrap her in a hug. “I find you very beautiful, Chelsea. You’re not a Sidhe. You have much of their beauty but with a wild strength that draws me to you in a way they can’t. You’re unique in a pool of beautiful, loving women. I could not be happier to be your fiancé.”
I tilt her chin up and look into her golden brown eyes. “Chelsea, I love you. I think it’s time I put your uncertainty to rest.”
I press my lips into Chelsea’s. Her mouth opens and her tongue reaches to meet mine. The heat of our kiss ramps up quickly. She whimpers as I kiss her and caress her back. I break the kiss.
“Are you ready, Beloved?” I ask.
“Make me yours, Jack,” she whispers as she looks in my eyes. Her eyes are starting to turn gold.
I ask, “Is the downstairs bedroom available?”
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she backs out of my embrace and clasps my hands. “Yes, husband,” she responds. “Make me your mate, Jack. I need you to make me yours.” She pulls me out of the bathroom. She releases one hand to turn and lead me down the stairs into the downstairs master.
Grace is sitting on the edge of the bed, and Trina is combing out her damp hair. Both beauties are naked. Chelsea says, “I’m sorry roomies. I was hoping to have the bed alone for a bit with Jack. Can you help me out here?”
Both ladies turn and smile brilliantly at us. Trina says, “You lucky girl! My first time was amazing. And the second, and the...well you get the idea. Call me if you need to tag out.”
Grace’s eyes are at half-mast. I think she’s tired at first until I see the spark in her eyes. “Hmmm,” she says as she stands. She cups Chelsea’s cheek. “I can’t imagine him wearing you out, but please call me first if he does.”
I call to Trina, “Myra’s getting to know Supreet better in the other bedroom. Supreet went all out on arms and breasts!”
Trina spins and looks at me bug-eyed. After a moment she responds, “I need in on that!” She asks Grace, “Come with. We’ll need to brush each other’s hair afterward anyway.”
Grace shakes her head with a smile as they walk out, “Go ahead, Trina. My experiences with girls carry lots of bad memories of being forced by Saureg. I suspect all five of us will be reticent for a while. I think I’ll keep the ‘girl love’ to just cuddles for now.”
I murmur to Chelsea, “That sucks! I want to heal them all!”
She kneels on the bed and turns to me with open arms. I slide into her embrace as she murmurs, “You are, Jack. Your love for them will eventually heal them all. Don’t feel like you have to ensure they’re all bi, either.”
I chuckle, “Nope. That is not my job. My remit stops with making sure they are loved. Pinning labels on them is something I’m staying well out of.” I pull her into a kiss. We just stand there for a while kissing languorously, caressing each other’s flesh and relishing the moment.
I kiss my way down her jaw slowly as I squeeze her ass with my right hand and gently tug and stroke the hair at the base of her neck with my left. Her breathing gets faster as I kiss her neck below her ear and continue nibbling my way down her neck. I slide my left hand below her shoulders and lift her to lay her down on the bed. Her eyes are focused on mine as I lay her down onto the pillow. She’s nearly panting at this point.
I crawl onto the bed, straddling her hips as I resume kissing her mouth slowly working my way down her neck, down her chest, and then I’m nuzzling and caressing her magical breasts. I squeeze each one gently and slide my fingers up to the nipple. I grasp the left nipple with my hand while I pop the right into my mouth. They are like hard little cherry pits, and she moans loudly from the attention. She wraps her arms around my head to press my mouth into her breast. I stay there, pleasuring her, and eventually switch my mouth to the other breast.
Chelsea is grinding her pelvis into me, whimpering and moaning as I love on her breasts. I slide my right hand up and down her svelte torso as she squirms more and more.
I suck hard on her nipple as I brace and adjust my position so my right knee is between hers; she gasps from the added sensation. My right hand caresses her again as I switch my mouth to her other nipple, licking, nibbling and tugging with my teeth and eliciting more gasps and moans as I palm her pussy for the first time.
Chelsea immediately starts humping against my hand. I let her as I pull my left knee inside hers and press her legs apart, all while continuing to press my hand into her moist pussy. My hand is definitely getting lubricated.
I switch my mouth back to her left nipple, tugging it while my left hand tugs the other. I feel tremors in her legs, so I open my fingers and stroke them up and down along her labia, ending each upstroke with a gentle squeeze on her clit.
Chelsea calls to me, “Oh, Jack! Please! Take me! Make me yours!”
I kiss my way down her extraordinary abs and murmur, “You’re already mine, Chelsea. You have been since I met you. You know it. I know it.” I continue kissing down into her thatch, around it, through it, and then outlining it as it leads my mouth down to her inner thighs. “This is me making sure you never doubt again.”
“Never again, Jack,” she moans as I continue nibbling her delicate flesh. I survey her pussy for the first time. Chelsea’s very lean here, too. The outer labia are not particularly pronounced. The inner ones are long and dark brown and cover her clit in a dark hood. I see that her little clitty is erect, with the tip poking out of the hood. I kiss my way to her pussy and soak up her musky aroma as I suck her labia into my mouth. Chelsea lets loose a little screech. I feel them swelling slightly in my mouth. I adjust my position and part them with my tongue. Chelsea pants as I lick my way up and flick her clit with my tongue. The gentle tremors in her legs and abs start to get serious as I pull back the hood with my left hand and gently flick my tongue across it.
“Gu-gu-gu-Goddess!” she exclaims as I suck her clit into my mouth and stroke it with my tongue. She’s bucking and squirming under my mouth as I continue stroking her labia with the fingers of my right hand. I ride my bucking lover for a while, and then I circle her entrance with my index finger to moisten it. Finally, I slide the fingertip inside her entrance; she bucks even more as I slowly work it in a short way and back out. I set a slow gentle rhythm, and her bucking pushes me farther until my strokes run into her hymen. She thrusts harder and screams. I pull my finger out and kneel back looking down at my love. When she focuses on me, I hold my finger to my mouth and lick her juices from it to clean it. She shudders again from the sight.
“Are you ready, Chelsea my Love?” I ask. She pikes up, grabs my face, and devours my
mouth as she pulls me down on top of her.
“Now, Jack,” she pleads. “Take me now. Make me yours.” I feel her hand grab Little Jack and line him up as she starts thrusting up toward him. I grab him and try to slick him up in her juices first, but Chelsea’s not having any of that. “NOW!” she growls as she pulls Little Jack to her opening, and I press forward. “Hard, Jack! Take me! Take me hard!”
Then she gasps as I thrust in, rupturing her hymen and sliding in about three quarters of my length. I still my movement and kiss her, but she pushes back on my shoulder and commands, “Again, Jack!”
She gasps as I back out and then again as I slam into her a second time. This time I stop just short of hilting her. I don’t wait for direction. I start my return, and I feel her squeeze down on me as I back out. Then I slam in again until I’m seated all the way inside of her.
She wraps her arms around me in a tight embrace and shudders from head to toe. I feel her tremors around Little Jack. I kiss her passionately as I pull out again and start setting a slow steady rhythm. She moans and shakes as I kiss her mouth and her neck while driving into her repeatedly. She squeezes me on each backstroke, and I’m not going to last long if she keeps that up. I have my knees splayed, and Chelsea has her long, gorgeous legs wrapped around me. I stop for an instant and raise her arms over her head as I slam forward again. Holding her hands above her head, my face is right above hers as I ruthlessly fuck my lover.
“You. Are. Mine,” I grunt out with each stroke, picking up the pace. Her eyes are huge and golden as she nods.
“Say. It,” I command her.
“I. Am. Yours. JAAAACK!” she screams out the last as she has a major orgasm, clamping down on Little Jack, milking him. I let go with a groan and fill her with my seed. That trips her up to a new level as she is whipping her head back and forth as she screams.
My rhythm slows, and finally I stop moving. I release her hands, wrap my arms under her and roll to the middle of the bed. I manage to stay inside her and not pin either leg under me. She has another tremor as she lays flat on my chest.
“Mine!” I whisper into her ear.
She nods against my chest. Then she looks up with her big golden eyes and growls, “Mine.”
I nod and kiss her. I hold her as I fall asleep.
Sometime later I feel a familiar, wet pussy sliding up and down on my cock. I slowly come awake with Chelsea cuddled up to my left, Grace cuddled up to my right, and Kristina riding me.
‘Wait, what?’ my overloaded brain mutters to myself.
“Krissie?” I mutter. I must be dreaming.
She leans over and kisses me as she bounces up and down on my cock. “I’m here, Jack. Christoff arranged a plane to pick me up in Cottonwood about ten this morning. I just got in to find you laying in bed with Chelsea and this beautiful Goblin beside you. Little Jack stood right up like he knew me, so I stripped and hopped on board. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all, my Darling.” I tell her between kisses.
“So, you’ve claimed Chelsea finally?” she asks.
“Finally? I’ve known her two days,” I object.
“Too long to wait,” Chelsea mutters beside me.
“Yes,” mutters Grace. “Glad I didn’t have to wait that long.”
“Oh my, Jack!” Kristina exclaims urgently. “I’m close. Come with me.”
Kristina can always bring me off fast, so I’m ready, “Yes, Beloved. I’m holding. Say the word.”
She slams down on me three more times before gasping on the upstroke, “Now!”
I blow my seed as I thrust up into her with a gasped, “Yes!” as she squeals.
Kristina falls forward on me and devours my mouth. Slowly our bliss runs its course, and I slowly fall back asleep surrounded by three of my fiancés.
* * *
We had a great evening. Myra never did let Supreet go. Eventually, Solange and Daphne went on a clothes run. I ended up joining Myra and Supreet. Trina, Kristina, and Megan all joined us. Christoff showed up on time with food. Everyone showed up to eat. Clothes were piled neatly along the walls in the bedroom. More than a couple of ladies were mesmerized by Louis’ proportions, but I think Trinity and Christoff had the hardest time tearing their eyes away from ‘Little Louis.’
We ate, cuddled, and told stories about how our days went. Kristina won the hearts of everyone as I introduced her to all the new ladies. Jessica spent most of the evening either on my lap or cuddling with Kristina or L’liana. Sera spent a fair amount of time in my lap, too; although, her hand held onto Little Jack most of the time she was there.
I went and hunted down Selene after I didn’t see her for a while. She was sitting in the adjoining suite talking to Charli, Geri, Liesl, and Sherrine. They were talking through all Selene’s issues with the Ravens. They all took turns holding and caressing her as they talked.
I walked in and handed out hugs and kisses all around, paying special attention to Selene. I was initially afraid she wasn’t dealing with some emotional repercussions and maybe depression, but her eyes are clear and sparkling when she smiles at me. It seemed like the Ravens’ attention is doing her good.
After everyone had enough to eat, Grace unfolded herself and stood before me in the middle of the room. Everyone got very quiet. She said, “Lord, you thanked me in front of the assembled Goblin Court. My expectation now is that you owe me a favor.”
I replied, “Of course I do, Grace. What may I do for you, Beloved?”
She replies, “Master, I would like to be free. I would like to no longer be a slave.”
“Granted,” I replied immediately. All the Goblins gasped as I stood, placed a hand on my bite mark on Graces trapezius and ‘removed’ it. Grace was stunned, and I was honestly fearful she might decide to go back and be Salt’s queen.
Myra then said, “You do know Salt would make you his queen now that you are free.”
I took my seat again, and Grace said, “I am not interested in King Salt, my Queen.” She knelt at my feet. “Lord Jack, you even removed my token. I feel all bonds are gone - except two. My word to you that I would never leave you except as a corpse. That bond stands by my own choice because of the second bond. That of my heart. Now that I am free, it might be a good opportunity to ask your question again, my beloved Lord.”
I got down on my knees in front of her and asked, “Grace. Beloved. Will you marry me?”
Tears rolled down her face as she smiled hugely at me, “Of course, my beloved Lord!” She said. All my family cheered as we kissed.
Epilogue - Honeymoon Interruptus
It’s the first full week of January, and I’m walking down the beach on the island surrounded by my six wives with the rest of my family spread out around me loosely in a very casual perimeter. We’re heading to one of our favorite outlooks to watch the sun set. Louis and Cholley are carrying a cooler with water, juices, tea, beer, wine, and snacks for the little people. Maddock is still in Cottonwood watching over Kellianne and Johnny. Rottie is with them until I return to the US. The demi-fey are zipping around, grabbing a perch on one of the ‘bigs’ when they need a break. I’m grinning as I remember how I got here.
* * *
Myra returned to the Winter Court to sign the concord the next day, the Winter’s Solstice. I had a good day of work with Don, Solange, Supreet, and the HCI team. I bowed out of happy hour to hurry back to the hotel and met Myra in the lift on the way back to the suite. Before our Solstice celebration kicked off, L’liana approached me with Myra, Kristina, Supreet, Chelsea, and Grace in tow. L’liana proposed to me with all of their blessings. I accepted. I noticed Charli, Solange, Sera, Selene, Jessica, and Frannie all with their heads together as they watched.
I suspect there will be more proposals in the future.
Erica joined us for Solstice celebration shortly after we started the party. She was a little surprised by all the nudity, but stripped off within a minute of walking in the door. Solange was her constant companion throughout
the night, as they talked like long lost BFFs. Before the night was over Myra and I made love to Erica, and I fell asleep in their arms. I saw Kristina talking earnestly to her the next morning. Since then, Erica has been in the family. Everyone loves her.
I think the wedding planning started that night.
For Christmas, Kristina and Megan rented a big house for the family celebration in Sedona for the week - Saturday before Christmas until the Sunday after Christmas. Erica had to work, but it was her last leg before she finished the rest of her notice period on vacation. Annette showed up with Kristina to help set-up. We decorated the place for two days, had two days of feasting, and we had house guests. Kristina’s family came for ‘Second Christmas Day,’ as well as Christie’s sister, Linda, and Carolyn from the Summer Court. Ariana, Lorraine, Morgan, and Esmi all showed from the Winter Court. O’ren, Tr’niel, and L’ron all came from the Elves, and King Salt joined us, too.
Ariana was very clear about what she wanted for Christmas, so I ensured she could pass the pencil test by the time she left. We had to sneak off to test her a couple of times to be sure. The Winter Court visitors ensured they each got to entertain Little Jack for Christmas. So did Kristina’s niece Annette, who somehow is still with us to this day. She’s a lovely young lady.
We had a private jet pick Erica and her mom up in Philly and fly them to join us in time for the evening meal on 2nd Christmas day.
By the time all of the feasting was done on the 26th, the wedding plan was set for one big ceremony. The honeymoon plan was agreed, and the ladies were all atwitter. Erica’s mom was overwhelmed by all the unusual beings, but decided that she could live with it. Luckily, the ladies all decided ‘casual dress’ was the dress code, so she didn’t get exposed to our normal casual nudity.
After dinner, Salt told me he wasn’t getting anything done but slaughtering challengers because they all knew I was the one that actually killed Saureg. We talked about possible solutions and finally agreed on one. We decided to go with it after confirming with Myra and Grace that they thought it would work. The ladies agreed it was a good plan.