by Hondo Jinx
Turning to the side, Holly called, “Agatha, is that little slut doing a good job?”
Agatha lay on her back, moaning and squirming, though it would be impossible to say what was giving her more pleasure: Thelia, whose bright red body looked very small between the huge, powerful, pink thighs of the cyclops; or Petronia, who, in true gargoyle form, was perched atop Agatha’s face, grinning with demonic delight as she ground her sex into the cyclops’s questing mouth and tongue.
Agatha pulled her mouth away from Petronia’s loins with a deep gasp. “Oh yes, Holly,” she moaned. “Thelia is doing a wonderful job. She—mmph!” And she was happily cut off as the gargoyle thrust her dripping mound once more into Agatha’s mouth.
Dan had welcomed Agatha into his harem the night of the battle, making good on his promise to make her first time special. Agatha had appreciated his gentleness and thoughtful attention, as well as the soft silk sheets and privacy the pair initially shared. But the very next day, Agatha had disposed of any and all timidity, jumping voraciously into the mix with the other wives.
Chloe and Clarissa had also transitioned smoothly from consummation into fully embracing the harem.
Presently, Chloe was beside Dan, whimpering as she scissored with Ula, the two of them sharing occasional kisses as they ground their clits together. Chloe had Ula’s fur bikini bottoms clenched in her small, white teeth.
Chloe still wore her fishnet stockings and heels, but she’d lost her lacey skirt, and Ula had torn open the top of Chloe’s maid uniform to expose her small, shapely breasts. Chloe’s feathery tail swept back and forth as if attempting to clean the futon, which was already soaked in the juices of Dan’s eleven wives.
Eleven gorgeous wives, Dan thought. And soon to be twelve.
His newest wife lay beneath him in missionary position now, panting at the crossroads of pain and pleasure despite his short, shallow strokes and gentle ministrations. She bit her lip, grunting softly, her pretty half-elven face shining with perspiration. Her light blue eyes stared, full of wonder, up at Dan—and occasionally stared through him as Freckles inched closer to the crumbling edge of ecstasy.
Dan loved the feel of her athletic body; the quivering tension building in her; the almost painful snugness of her tight channel, which he had entered only once before; and the presence of Nadia, who cradled Freckles’ head in her lap, stroking the young girl’s sandy hair and coaching her through the experience of nearly being split in half by Dan’s huge member, which had grown again with the attainment of Sexual Stamina IV and Sexual Stamina V.
But his new abilities did a lot more for him than just giving him a massive rod.
As evidenced when he reached out absentmindedly to touch Chloe’s bare shoulder. Chloe jerked as if he had shocked her, and then—the woman constantly on the edge of climax, he had come to realize—screamed out, “Mon dieu!” and bucked hard, grinding her gushing sex against Ula’s wet mound, cumming hard.
Dan knew it was hard because he felt it, sharing her climax without allowing himself to orgasm. Her pleasure flooded into him, just as his wives’ orgasms always did. Warm waves of euphoric bliss crashed within him in time with Chloe’s screams of pleasure. Each wave made his balls swell and throb, but Dan held back, saving his own explosion for something special.
Rather than holding onto Chloe’s ecstasy, he released it into his wives, rocking all of them simultaneously. The climax rushed through them. One after another, they popped off, cumming again. Even the women who weren’t being touched cried out with orgasm, flooding Dan with a tsunami of rapture—but still he resisted his own completion.
Today, his release was spoken for.
Before him, Nadia, who had been sitting cross-legged and bare-chested, holding Freckles’ head in her lap, groaned with climax. Her head rolled back as she arched her back, thrusting her amazing breasts toward Dan.
He leaned forward to lick and suck their perfection as Nadia shuddered and whimpered.
This time, rather than rebounding the wave of collective pleasure back into his wives, he showed mercy and instead stored the orgasmic energy within himself. This pushed him closer to the edge and served to further swell his aching balls, which Zamora, swirling behind him and between his legs, was now squeezing and teasing.
Then the playful wind sylph whipped away and, unable to resist the temptation of her sister-wives’ gushing loins, raced through the room, feverishly licking at each exposed slit.
Freckles grimaced with climax, her quivering channel stretched to the max and twitching with release. Her pleasure poured into Dan like an explosion of angelic light, but he held onto Freckles’ smooth, bucking hips and did not allow himself to climax, instead absorbing the waves of blinding pleasure, adding it to his glowing reservoir of bliss.
Standing beside him, trying as always to be cool, Tatiana did her best to muffle her own climax. After a life of masking emotions and training in the martial arts, the beautiful panther lady had incredible control over her body, but she couldn’t fool Dan, who felt her stiffen and shiver beside him, and felt the pleasure pulsing out of her and into him.
Just to fuck with her, he reached over, pulled her lips down to his, and shoved his tongue into her mouth, at the same time grabbing her firm, furry breast and giving it a good squeeze.
For Tatiana, who had proved to be a most interesting addition to the harem, his abrupt assault was too much. A second wave hit her, and she came again, even harder this time, and she was so surprised and so rocked that this climax exposed her. She cried out in a most undignified manner, leaning into him, grabbing onto his head and shoulders as she convulsed with abandon.
“Bastard,” she sighed when her voice returned faintly to her.
“Princess,” Dan laughed.
Tatiana cuffed him playfully. “Don’t call me that!” And then, before he could speak, she headed him off, saying, “And don’t call me Tati, either!”
Freckles pulled Dan’s face down and kissed him deeply. “You’re amazing,” she sighed. Then she whispered, “Thanks for being gentle,” and shimmied free of his rock-hard girth. Freckles rolled onto her side, drew her legs up, and clutched her still pulsing sex as she planted soft kisses on the inside of Nadia’s thigh.
Dan reached out to Nadia. “Come here, my love.”
Nadia’s emerald green eyes twinkled with happiness. She came to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him passionately, her bare breasts warm and firm against his naked chest.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
His wolf-wife nodded.
“Ready for all of me?” he said. “For everything? Forever?”
Nadia smiled, nodding harder, and wiped a tear from her eye. “You know I am.”
“Why are you crying?” Dan said. “Are you sure you want this? We can wait.”
Nadia punched his arm. “No we can’t. This is my time, and I don’t want to wait another second. I’m ready. I’ve never been readier for anything in my whole life. It’s just—” she sniffed, and for a second seemed to have a hard time meeting his eyes. “I’m just so happy. I never thought that I would be this happy, that I even deserved to be so happy.”
“You deserve everything,” he said.
Nadia got into position before him, kneeling on all fours. She called to Holly.
Holly smiled warmly, pushing Illandria’s head aside. “You wait here,” Holly said, pointing to the futon.
“Yes, first wife,” Illandria said, licking the juices from her wicked smile. The succubus queen, enslaved now to love, did as she was told, kneeling down submissively on the futon and waiting for further orders.
Holly joined Dan and Nadia, kissing them both before positioning herself in front of Nadia, where she hugged her sister-wife’s head to her bare bosom. “I love you both so much,” Holly said.
Dan and Nadia echoed the sentiment, and Dan got into position behind his waiting wife.
Clarissa slipped in beside him, her inhumanly perfect breasts straining
against her silver bikini top right at his eye level. “Now, husband?”
Dan smiled at his lovely naga. “Not quite yet,” he said. He gave her a quick kiss, then pulled down one side of her top to suckle her small, stiff nipple.
Clarissa hissed with pleasure, so overstimulated that she nearly came again.
No, Dan thought. Not yet. No more distractions.
He shuffled forward until he was kneeling between Nadia’s legs. Hefting his thick erection in one hand, he slapped it playfully off her A+ ass, which he had been practically worshipping since her old-world counterpart had stolen his wallet what seemed like a billion years ago.
Nadia pressed back into him, wet and swollen with desire. “Don’t make me wait another second. I want to be a mother.”
Dan pushed forward, entering her slowly.
“Yes,” Nadia growled as his huge manhood plunged into her enflamed sex. Her growl soon twisted into a whimper as they found their rhythm.
Dan gripped her waist and pushed into her again and again, not hard, not soft, but firmly, burying himself to the hilt with each thrust. He wouldn’t tease her this time, wouldn’t pound her, or flip her through a variety of positions. This time, their lovemaking had a point, and he wouldn’t fuck around.
But he did have one little surprise for her.
Well, maybe little wasn’t the right word for it.
Reaching out, he drew Clarissa’s beautiful face down to his. He gave the serpent woman a quick kiss, then pushed her head down to his chest. “Now,” he said.
For several seconds, Clarissa’s long tongue licked his chest. As his skin began to tingle, Dan focused on Nadia, who whimpered as he continued his rhythmic thrusting.
His swollen balls swung back and forth, throbbing now, aching for release.
He barely felt Clarissa’s slender fangs pierce the thick muscle of his chest. Then her head was bobbing up and down as she pumped him full of venom.
Nadia pushed back in perfect time, meeting each of his thrusts, making their flesh slap crisply together.
Warmth flooded his chest muscle and spread through him, setting fire to his entire circulatory system. Pleasant heat filled his lungs. His breathing quickened, his heart started hammering, and pressure began to build in his skull.
Dan smiled grimly, ready to unveil his surprise to Nadia, who was too lost to passion to notice what was happening.
His spine was vibrating now, lighting up his nervous system with sizzling energy. A fringe of bright light framed his field of vision, which he locked on the perfect ass, shapely back, and chestnut locks of the gorgeous werewolf before him.
Moaning passionately, Clarissa mouthed him, pumping him full of venom.
And her bite worked its magic.
His already massive erection grew rapidly, spreading Nadia’s slick channel to its limits and stretching deep into her uterus.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuck!” Nadia half-laughed, half-screamed—and cried out in orgasm.
And Dan let go.
His balls exploded, pumping seed deep into her womb as her walls tightened in pulsing contractions, milking him.
As they came together, he shared the moment, releasing the mutual orgasm in a pulse that rocked the other women, who instantly bucked and writhed, seized by earth-shattering orgasms.
Their pleasure slammed back into Dan like tidal waves battering a stony shore. He took it all in, sucked their ecstasy into the reservoir of bliss he’d been building, and then, still pumping his beautiful wife full of seed, let the dam burst, blasting his women with a flash flood of pure, sexual euphoria.
In that instant, each woman received the full force of two dozen orgasms. As they screamed in ecstasy, cumming again and again, Dan fed each explosion into the others and linked the women in a shared loop of epic orgasms that gained speed as they went on and on in a rolling chain of thundering explosions.
For several minutes, they came together, so lost to this pulsing, mutual orgasm that they strobed in and out of consciousness until Dan finally feathered down the pleasure and eased them into the afterglow of a million suns, all of them stretched out and panting, utterly spent and very, very happy.
Nadia was happiest of all. She fell forward, cupping a hand over her throbbing sex, out of which had flowed a river of seed. But by her satisfied smile, Dan could tell that Nadia understood that her womb remained full of his seed, which he had infused with maximum fertility.
He leaned over and kissed Nadia. “I love you, babe. You’re going to be a great mother.”
Nadia smiled without opening her eyes. “Never do that again, you crazy barbarian!”
Dan laughed.
Then Zamora whooshed up next to him, squealing, “Seeeeed!” With her blue hair wavering overhead, she plunged her mouth forward to slurp up the lake of semen spilling from Nadia’s loins.
“Greedy nymph,” Dan laughed. “You may clean the bed and Nadia’s thighs, but leave my seed within her womb.”
“Yes, Master!” Zamora chimed happily between long slurps.
“Illandria,” Holly said, somehow managing to sound at least shakily regal, “get down on your hands and knees like the lowly wife you are and clean our husband.”
The succubus queen blushed dark blue, playing the part of the shamed submissive, but her eyes glowed eagerly. “Yes, First Wife,” Illandria whispered, feigning timidity, and shuffled forward on all fours to lick tentatively at Dan’s gigantic, envenomed erection, which was slathered in his seed and Nadia’s juices.
“Like this, Master?” Illandria asked, smiling up mischievously at him.
“Feels pretty good to me,” Dan said.
“Thelia!” Holly called.
The exhausted red elf sat up quickly, brightening at once. “Yes, First Wife?”
“Show Illandria how to clean our husband,” Holly said. “Get down there and service him like the lust-drunk little cumslut you’ve always been.”
“Yes, First Wife!” Thelia said, and rushed forward to join Illandria, who gave Dan a wink and sucked his full length effortlessly into her mouth.
Much later, after he’d put his women through the paces several more times, he called a timeout on the love games. “Let’s wash up and get dressed.” Stealing a glance out the window, he confirmed his suspicions. “Guests are already arriving.”
Holly hugged him tightly. “I’m so, so happy that you’re doing this.”
“Me, too,” he said. “All right. Draw a bath. Time to get cleaned up. We have to hurry. We can’t be late to the wedding.”
“I can clean us just snapping my fingers,” Illandria said. “Dress us, too.”
“Nah,” Dan said. “Where’s the fun in that? I’d rather share a tub with my beautiful women.”
41
The King of the Wildervast
“I, Dan Marshall of the Free, King of the Wildervast, promise to love you, Lily Thorn of Rothrock, through sickness and through health, as your faithful husband, until death do us part.”
Lily beamed up at him, looking incredibly lovely in a simple green shift cinched around her narrow waist with a belt of woven wildflowers. She had scrubbed her face clean and pink, but Dan was happy to see a small twig still jutting from her unruly silver dreadlocks.
Lily popped onto her tiptoes, meeting Dan’s lips, and they kissed long and lovingly, each of them still pressing one hand into the blue-spangled moss of the great delving tree, their marriage witnessed by Dan’s wives, Lily’s family, a circle of friends, and, via live broadcast onto jumbotrons magically and temporarily erected upon the valley floor outside the fortress, somewhere in excess of half a million guests.
Dan and Lily turned from the tree.
Briar and the Iron Druid bowed low and started up with some codified script, but Dan stopped them, told them to rise, and simply shook their hands, looking each man in the eyes. “I’m allergic to bullshit,” he explained. “My fortress, my rules. Here, we shake hands and look each other in the eyes.”
Laying a hand on the sho
ulder of the Iron Druid, he said, “You, I will call Father.”
The Iron Druid nodded, almost smiling. Dan’s stoic father-in-law and somewhat distant mother-in-law had changed a lot since the battle. Hard as it was to believe, they almost seemed to like him now. Which was a good thing, considering he had married both of their daughters.
“And you,” Dan said, grasping Briar by the arm, “I will call brother.”
Briar did smile. And it was a real smile, made more likable by the fact that the grey elf had broken his nose during the big battle—and had not bothered to straighten the bone. He now wore Vine Caster on his hip, Dan’s gift to him after Briar used the ancient blade so effectively against the duke’s cavalry, helping to defend Lily and Thelia in the process.
The women had fought bravely beside him. Lily once again proved herself a deadly archer, and Thelia’s flames cooked dozens of cavalrymen in their armor.
“Brother it is,” Briar said, slapping Dan’s arm in return.
Perhaps they would never be on truly friendly terms, but they had at least reached mutual respect. Hades, even if they could quit kicking the shit out of each other, it would be an improvement.
Dan raised his voice, speaking to everyone in the keep. “Let’s get this party started.”
They traveled underground—and off-camera, Illandria assured them—through tunnels and up stairwells to the throne room. When they stepped out onto the balcony, the valley exploded with applause.
With Lily on his arm and his other wives crowded around them, Dan stood at the stone railing and waved to the massive crowd. Occasionally, he glanced at the nearest jumbotron. The cameras swept over the attendees, panning close-up views of the guests, who spread across the valley, which was alive with vibrant flowers blooming in bright bunches alongside the gemstone benches that had risen from the soil, cushioned in moss.
With Illandria’s help, the entire Wildervast had turned out to witness the happy occasion. As the jumbotron camera panned, Dan saw an insane mix of guests: Freedom Valley barbarians, including orcs, hobgoblins, and Mullet Men; the hill giants and trolls who had answered his call to arms; monster girls of every variety; a profusion of grinning demons; centaurs; several elven races, familiar and unfamiliar, including many thousands of red elves, a good number of whom had only recently arrived, and a section of unimpressed green elves muttering from where they sat, cloistered by choice, no doubt, at a far edge of the congregation; and even black-furred representatives from the Jungle Kingdom, signaling a peace Dan hadn’t even hoped to barter.
