Val said, “Today, my aunt left her old life behind for a life that she wanted more. So, you gave her the name Stacy? Oh, it means ‘reborn’!”
I said, “Reborn, or resurrected in fruitfulness.”
Alice said, “Oh, it’s perfect. We haven’t seen her. Not since she ran away from the pool, and Harmony ran after her. I think Harmony is up in one of the bedrooms.”
I said, “I need to find them. So, from now on, her name is Stacy. Make sure that Dawn, Harmony, the children, and all of you call her Stacy now.”
Alice said, “We will. Lady Shaheen, drop your cloak at the top of the stairs if you like. I will be back after I speak to the children and I will take you to see what gowns we have. I have an idea of one that both you and Ronin will find attractive, based on your figure. I’ll be there very soon,” and she headed off to the children's wing.
Shaheen headed upstairs without a word.
Val and Brenda stood with me for a moment and Val said, “Is Lucy, I mean Stacy, OK? Why did she run away like that?”
Brenda said, “She looked to me like a woman in heat. She was running home to wait for her lover to come and take her again. Am I right?”
I said, “Well, essentially, yes. I should go find her. She has had a big change to her life today.”
Val grabbed my arm before I could go and said, “We’re all very happy. Kiss us before you go to her. And know that we are all in perfect agreement and with you in everything that has happened every moment since we met you.”
I thanked her and kissed both of them deeply. As I went to the stairs, I heard Brenda saying, “I like the clothing-optional thing. So, we can be naked as much as we want as long as we stay upstairs? That sounds so comfortable. And sexy. All of us in the nude as much as we want. That’s going to be nice.”
I heard Val say, “Brenda, tell me about the breast milk. What did it feel like when he suckled you?” and then I was up on the second level and out of earshot.
At the top of the stairs, I didn’t find Shaheen’s cloak, and neither did I find Shaheen. Her cloak was unique, and maybe she didn’t want Alice trying to clean it like a regular piece of cloth. She had been wearing the gray side out when we arrived at the house, and Alice probably didn’t remember that it was so special.
I didn’t know where Stacy was now. I looked down the hall in both directions. And then I remembered that I could always find any of the family using Elven sight. I looked quickly for Stacy and found her in the big bedroom that had been Lucy’s before she had given the house to me and the girls. When I got there, I opened the door, and the sight that met my eyes was more erotic than I could have hoped for.
Splayed out on the big bed, on top the blankets was Stacy. She was entirely naked, as expected. Her eyes were filled with desire as she lie there on her back, pulling at her own nipples and squeezing her breasts and moaning with arousal and lust. Her legs were bent at the knees, and her feet were lying flat against the mattress, putting her sex on perfect display. She could not have taken a more open pose. In fact, the lips of her outer, and inner, labia were engorged, glistening, nearly gaping, and certainly beckoning.
I smiled, and she groaned as I started to pull off my shoes, then my pants, and finally my shirt. When I was stripped, I approached the end of the bed, between her legs and she reflexively tried to spread even wider. I crawled up on the bed and leaned over her but didn’t touch her yet.
I said, “How long have you been waiting for me?”
She cried, “All my life! Master, I have been waiting my whole life for you!”
I lowered myself, my cock still stiff from my walk with Shaheen, and now straining like a rock, and entered her without any need for manual positioning. I slid in straight, but slow, and was soon pressing bone to bone against her genitalia. When I hit the bottom of my stroke, I reversed direction and pulled up; at the top, I pushed down again. Each stroke of my penis took a three count: three up, three down, and three up again. Slow, but hard. I stiffened every muscle, and every time I pressed against Stacy’s body, I pressed hard. After several minutes of this, Stacy becoming more aroused every second, as I pressed against her body, I lingered and ground myself against her for several seconds before pulling back and thrusting again.
The woman now named Stacy was climaxing regularly. I leaned in and kissed her, and she sought my mouth eagerly with her own, but she never stopped playing with her tits, pulling and twisting them as I made love to her. Over and over she climaxed and moaned. Over and over I thrust against her, with the same result every time. As long as she was satisfied by my movements, I had no reason to change them. She was enjoying it to the point of climax, and I just kept going. I was in absolutely no hurry at all.
She felt wonderful though. And she wasn’t actually doing anything but lying there beneath me, letting her body experience sexual pleasure again for the first time since her mate had been lost in a blizzard four years ago. She was such a sexual woman, and apparently an expert at sexual technique, but right now she was acting like the most inexperienced virgin, simply lying there, accepting my spearing of her womanhood time after time after time as she climaxed again and again.
Stacy was only five foot two inches tall, the smallest of the girls except for Harmony, and her pussy was small as well. I noticed it as I approached her, how tiny it seemed, the inner lips opening to form a tiny round mouth surrounded by two sets of little pink lips. She was tight, but so wet that I slid in and out easily, and as I reached the bottom of my stroke, the last inch of my hardness had to be forced into the opening, but she never showed any signs of complaining or pain. After a little while, her body adjusted and took the full length of me more easily.
I think that we went on like this for an hour, never speaking, hardly varying our pace, the woman having an orgasm every minute or two. When we had gone on like that for some time, I noticed that her body seemed to relax, and her hands had stopped playing with her breasts and lie limply at her sides. She was still convulsing now and then, but her eyes were closed, and I think that she had experienced about all she could at that point.
Lucy had been an expert in sexual things; lovemaking, attraction, sensuality, comfort, night gowns and lounging clothes. But as Stacy, she was inexperienced and eager. There was no subtlety or technique, just desire. I hoped that as soon as she adjusted to her new freedoms that she would regain her female mystique and magick. It really was freedom that she was experiencing. She had been bound by her persona as the sex witch of the village. The sensual teacher, who herself went without any form of sensual love for the years since her husband was lost. Now, as of this morning, when she had broken out of her forced expectations of what should be, and gave in to what she truly wanted, she was free again. She had thought that she was resigned to a life on the farm, with a good, steady, kind man the same age as herself. But that wasn’t what she was made for. He was fully human, and she was part elf. He was steady and kind, and her sister was happy with him, but Stacy loved me. I accepted the situation the way that she outlined it. I had loved her, but could never admit just how much, or in what way. Now, everything was changed, and we had a new freedom to love each other in the way that we truly wanted to. And, in a sense, we were destined to love each other and to be bonded to each other, because of our common racial background. Yes, Jean was part elf, and she was happy with Gerald, Val’s father, who was not Elven, but Jean’s situation had been different. At the time that she went with Gerald, there was no man with Elven blood available to her. But now that I had been drawn to the village by the presence of Elven women, those women were drawn to me in return. Lucy had been mated to an Elven man, and needed another, despite her seemingly misguided attempt to accept a man who was not.
Stacy was a new creature; a new woman. She would have parts of her old life, once she started to adjust to her new one, and elements of the Lucy that I had fallen in love with would emerge again after a time. But for tonight, she was Stacy, a woman with no background, and whose only expecta
tions were to be loved and accepted by me. I wasn’t sure that she was even aware of the other women in the house and how we would be interacting and living together. I was certain that it wouldn’t be any kind of problem. In fact, it should be wonderful. But for now, Stacy wasn’t really known by any of us. Lucy had loved all of us and acted as our mentor and house-mother, and we trusted and loved her, and we would have to see how much things were different now that she was one of us, not watching over of us.
Stacy was asleep. She was lying on her back, legs splayed and her arms limply out to her sides, her mouth hanging open slightly. She looked satiated. I didn’t want to leave her alone right now, but I felt like I did want to do something, not just lie beside her and wait. It was late afternoon, and dinner was an hour or two away, and I had no idea how long Stacy would sleep, or whether I should go ahead and wake her up. I did take a minute to carefully arrange her body in what looked like a more comfortable position. I put her legs more together, but I took the opportunity to kiss her gently on the vulva first, and then I put her arms down next to her sides. She was very beautiful. But now, asleep like this, she looked more innocent, younger than I had ever seen her look before. Yesterday she was my supposed mother-in-law. Today, she was my enthusiastically loving bride. Yesterday she had been 25 years older than I and off-limits as a potential lover and mate. Now she was essentially the same age as me, and I had just made love to her until she couldn’t take it anymore. And I loved her so much more deeply now than a day ago.
I pulled a blanket over Stacy’s nude body and sat beside her, resting my hand on her chest for a moment. She stirred and smiled and grabbed my hand and held it against herself.
She said, “Master, I’m so sleepy.”
I said tenderly, “Then sleep little princess.”
Without opening her eyes, she rolled onto her side in a ball and whispered, “You don’t have to stay. I’m so sleepy. I love you,” and she was sound asleep again.
I still hated to leave her, to have her wake up alone, but I didn’t feel like sleeping myself. Maybe she needed this time to adjust to her new reality. She had said that I didn’t have to stay, maybe it would really be OK if I left for a while.
I pulled on my clothes, and as I left the room, and started to wander the top level of the house, I passed one room with the door open. Looking inside I found Alice and Val making up a bed. I didn’t pay much attention to the room, but I did go in and hug both of them.
Val said, “Ronin, is she OK?”
I assured them that Stacy was resting quietly, and that she was fine. I didn’t know what she would want to do at dinner.
Val said, “We’re all exhausted, I think. Brenda is, I know. I hate to ask her to cook tonight. I think that the changes in her body, where you released something, have taken a lot of her energy today. Alice says that her changes have too. It was a lot to take in. And the practice early this morning was hard. It’s been an exhausting day, both physically and emotionally. I’m thinking that tonight we put out some sandwiches, and everyone eats if they want to, but otherwise, we just sit in the bath and lie on a sofa or do whatever we feel like. As soon as this bed is made, we will be ready for sleeping, if anyone wants to. I’m too tired to assign beds, or to even care. I might climb in to this one with Alice and call it a night.”
I said, “That sounds fine to me. Val, do we need some of your potions to help us sleep or recover our strength or anything?”
She said, “That’s a really good idea. Alice, can we stay awake long enough to get some things ready? We can make up a cup for each person and leave them on the table in the dining room. Better yet, we can leave them on a small table at the top of the stairs. We will put names with each cup. Just make sure that you drink the one with your name on it.”
Alice agreed that she would arrange a table and have cups for each of us assigned and that every day from now on, we would all check both morning and evening to see if here was something prepared for us. We were getting settled into some routines, and it felt really comforting. Here was one thing that would stay the same, two times every day, and that we could count on.
After that, we did just about what Val suggested. At the end of it, it was Alice, and I who fell asleep in the room that they had been making up, not she and Val. Val was with Stacy. I did see Shaheen at one point in the evening, walking down the hall naked, but after a quick kiss, she went off to sleep in the same room as Brenda, and possibly Harmony. I wasn’t entirely sure.
In the middle of the night, as Alice and I slept in each other’s arms, I woke up to a quiet knock at the door. I heard the door open and saw a shadowed figure come into the room.
A whispered voice said, “Can I sleep with you?”
I whispered back, “Of course. Come here and get in.”
I slid more to the middle of the bed and made room under the covers and a warm body climbed under and lay against my side; a feminine face on my shoulder and an arm and thigh draped across my body. And then I slept peacefully the rest of the night.
Chapter 8 - A Surprise Visitor
When I did wake up, it was fully light, and the morning was well under way. We had slept late. I opened my eyes and stretched slightly, trying not to disturb the two women hugging me from each side. I had gone to bed with Alice, but I seemed to remember that someone had come and asked to join us at some point, and she was with us now. Judging from how small she seemed to be, it had to be either Harmony or Stacy. Only Alice was as small as they were, and she was with me already.
I felt rested, and a little frisky, and I reached around the little woman on my right side and grabbed her butt playfully. She was very firm, but very compact. Suddenly, I wondered if it was the very slender Shaheen in my arms, but it couldn’t be. Shaheen was as tall as I was. This woman was nearly a foot shorter. If it had been Shaheen, I couldn’t have reached her butt in this position. I tilted my head to look to see who it was, and as her head moved toward mine, I kissed her. And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out who it was. I broke the kiss slowly and looked at the woman’s face.
April grinned at me and said, “Morning, Daddy! That was nice. You thought I was a lady. It felt nice. I liked it. You can squeeze my bottom whenever you want to. I liked it a lot. And I’ve never been kissed like that before! Let’s do it again!” and she leaned in to kiss me.
I pulled back in fright and said, “April. I didn’t expect you!”
I tried to calm down, remembering how Alice had handled April a few days before, telling her that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that she hadn’t done anything wrong, and I quickly adjusted my tone.
I said gently, “Well hello, Sweetie. You surprised me. Um, did you sleep well?”
She snuggled her naked body against me and cooed, “I did. It was really nice. You smell good. Like a man.”
I tried to stay calm and said, “Sweetie, what are you doing here? I thought that this part of the house was supposed to be for grownups only.”
Of course, April was a “grownup” in the respect that she was actually 27. Not 15, but neither of us were used to that reality yet, and this felt um, weird. Even if she was an adult, what was she doing in my bed? I didn’t want to shame her, but we needed to set some expectations about um, things.
April nuzzled my chest and said, “Yeah. So, Jack and Tanya don’t come here. But Momma said that I was getting older and that I could be here when I wanted to. So, when I got cold last night, I came and looked for you and you said I could get in bed with you. It’s nice. I never did this before. I like it a lot.”
I said as gently as I could, with the young girl rubbing her thigh on mine, “But, April, you aren’t wearing a night dress.”
She said, “No. It’s nice, isn’t it? It feels really good. Momma said that this was a clothing-optional part of the house and that I could take off my clothes if I wanted to. She didn’t tell Jack and Tanya about that part, but she said that I could know about it. She said that I didn’t have to take off my dress, b
ut that I could if I wanted to. So, I did when you said I could get in bed with you. Yesterday, I saw that you and Momma sleep naked, so I did too.”
I turned slightly to my left and whispered, “Alice?”
Alice said happily, “Good morning. That’s right April. If you want to, you can. Remember that I told you that Ronin has things that he has to talk to you about? About being a woman soon? And that he needs to talk to you right away? I think he didn’t expect you to come to bed with him until after he talked to you. But we’re very happy that you did. Do you really like it?”
April said, “It’s better than I thought it might be. I thought that someday that I would be with a mate, and it would be really nice, but this is even better than I thought. Why can’t I just marry Ronin, instead of some boy I don’t know?”
I gasped but tried to hide my shock at the ludicrous suggestion. And I nearly fainted at what happened next.
Alice sat up on one elbow and said, “Sweetie, that’s the wonderful secret. You can! Ronin is going to be your husband now!”
I clenched my jaw tight and held my breath.
Alice continued, saying, “If that’s what you want. Did you touch his penis yet while we were sleeping?”
April grinned and said, “A little. I didn’t want to wake him up, and I didn’t know it was OK. I could say it was an accident, but if it’s OK,” and at that moment, I felt April run her hand up my thigh toward my crotch.
Alice said, “Well, don’t do it yet. You need to know some things that are going to be hard to understand at first, but it’s going to be wonderful. It’s going to be so wonderful.”
April said, “Momma, girls don’t usually get to marry their Daddy, but he’s not really my father, right? Is it because we’re Elves? It feels like it’s different. I wouldn’t feel like this if her were really my daddy, would I? But I feel so drawn to him that I can’t help it,” and I felt her shudder against my side.
She continued, “Like there’s no one else who I could love and want so much, and last night, I just had to come here or I would have been sick,” and then I felt her hand twitch on my thigh as if compelled to travel higher toward my crotch, and then it seemed to force itself to stay where it was.
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