by Marcus Sloss
“We need to establish who the crixxi sub-leader is,” Everly said. Her back was straight, her eyes serious. She had been such a mix from our initial meeting. Subservient, yet confident. Where Daphne had been hesitant around me, careful with her words, Everly was direct. “Are we adhering to crixxi standards or your ways?”
“Mine. Is there bad blood…? Is there resentment between you two?” I asked, trying to be clear.
Daphne went to speak but closed her mouth when Everly shot her a glare.
“My parents were ruthless in evicting Daphne and her tribe. I am not my parents. I am here to serve you and our community. Daphne has plans in place if things turn out poorly to vacate the stronghold,” Everly said in an almost loving tone, which caught me off guard. “That is the crixxi way. I am no longer bound to crixxi ways. If I were, I would have done the same. She admires you. Her wanting to protect her crixxi is commendable. However, what better way to show your faith in the future than by bearing children into it? Which is exactly what I will do.”
I chuckled while I poured myself a coffee. “I said something similar not long ago when Perci wanted to start trying. Then the virum happened. Okay, you do not seem like you are at each other’s throats. What would make you happiest?”
Everly performed an underhand gesture for Daphne to speak. “I have seen many children die. Enough that it haunts me. I have not had any children for a long time because of the pain of their memories. I would prefer to raise children, handle our construction needs, and tend to soothing problems. I would like to be Everly’s second, an overseer of sorts to help transition our ways into your ways,” Daphne said with a hand on Everly’s shoulder. “Assuming you allow it.”
“Well, hard to argue with ladies when they reach their own agreements. Perci, Willow, and Nancy, any input?”
“Her report said her stones were out. I do not want a drawn-out saga like Jill. At the same time, I want a drawn-out saga like Jill,” Perci said. I tilted my head in confusion while sipping the coffee.
“You need to put babies in Everly,” Willow said. I almost spurt out my coffee. Nancy chuckled at my reaction. “After that, she will spend thirty days getting accustomed to us. If she fits in, she joins the family. If not, then we get some step kids to play with and she finds another mate while we pick a different mistress for the crixxi.”
“When you got back from Crixonia, we made her put stones back in, she already kicked them out. As a medical professional, I think we should not keep repeating the same thing expecting different results,” Nancy said with a glint in her eye and the corner of a smile. She went to continue, when I held out a hand stopping her.
I turned to Everly, who sat there with her back rigid in a regal pose. “Why are you rejecting the stones?”
“It is my time. Sure, I may be young, but when a crixxi of my stature reaches this point, she produces heirs. It is the way it has been done for eons,” Everly said. She shooed Daphne out, who obeyed. Huh. I guess they really had this figured out. When Daphne left, Everly continued, “If she would have taken my spot, she would have borne children again. Which is why she deferred to me being first, her second, for your crixxi. The transition will be smooth if you fill me with your seed.”
“Ha! Such a unique species. How does it work?” I asked with a smirk and a pump of my eyebrows.
“Let me show you,” Everly said, rising from her seat. My hand was taken as I was led to the back bedroom.
The windows were already shaded, a towel laid on the bed. Perci, Willow, and Nancy followed us in. When the door closed, I stripped quickly. I flopped onto the large bed on my back with the grin of a champion. The ladies glanced down at my smirk with amused looks. Nancy jumped between my knees.
“What!?” Nancy said with a yelp when Perci and Willow yanked her back.
“Let her first time be special. Bye, Eric, have fun. Not too much fun,” Willow said, helping Perci eject Nancy.
“I am watching if it fails and takes a second try,” Perci said with a grunting pout.
The door closed, leaving us in silence. A crazy bender of tangled bodies was out the window. Eh, a one-on-one would be fun too. There was a tail!
“Get naked,” I commanded while I watched from my comfy spot. I was flaccid, flopped onto my left thigh. I doubted I would stay that way for long.
She removed her top first. Delicious large breasts popped free. I realized she had two nipples per boob. Instead of a central location, there was a left and right suckle point. Bonus! She shimmied out of her yoga pants, letting her bunched tail swing free. The hip fur stopped above her silky smooth vagina. I was at half-mast from the simple reveal.
Everly placed her long red hair into a braid while she watched me hungrily devouring her nakedness. She sauntered to the side of the bed.
“Go gentle, please,” she said with a whimper.
“Come here,” I said, yanking her on top of me.
I kissed her neck sensually. Her lips parted in a soft moan. Everly placed my cock in a straight line. She settled her swollen tiny vagina on top of my cock. She teased my growing erection as she slid up and down my shaft. Her tail removed my hand from her hip to her breast. I squeezed aggressively and she moaned while biting her lip.
Everly leaned onto me until we were flat together. The tip of my large cock entered ever so slightly. Her hips twirled circles, enlarging her slit so I could fit.
“It feels amazing. Are you ready?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. Our lips locked in a tender entwine.
She drove my cock deep. The squeeze of her tunnel was the tightest ever. The tingling sensation was euphoric as her hips pushed my cock upright. She flipped to face away from me. With her face down and her ass up, she pumped my cock with fantastic hip bounces. Her little pink pussy lips were dripping with desire. They clung to my cock as she went up and down. Her tail went around to stimulate her clit. Her little asshole puckered in tandem with the thrust. I hopped off from under her to dominate Everly from behind.
I spat on her asshole before shoving a thumb in. She bit the covers in delight. I rammed my huge cock into her tiny pussy, causing her to scream out in pleasure. I found my rhythm and pounded that little vagina.
“Too rough,” she moaned.
I fucked her harder. So hard there was a crashing smash when my hips slapped her juicy booty. She clenched my cock while screaming in orgasm. I knew she wanted more. I kept going hard for ten minutes until I exploded deep within her. I plopped my thumb out and used the towel to clean it.
“That was amazing. How did you know I was testing you?”
“You were pushing back onto me. Not hard to tell you wanted more, not less,” I said with a snicker. “Girls, come in. We are going right into round two. I am not softening.”
The door immediately popped open to reveal three sets of hungry eyes. I knew they were listening in. The fun had just begun.
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I slept for five hours that night. Not sure if the purple healing, the stress of the day, or the copious amounts of sex forced me to sleep more, but I certainly did. The next morning it rained yet again. A sprinkling with an overcast so light you thought the sun would win the day.
I rose to get coffee, finding myself alone in bed. The ladies had let Everly sleep in the loft. This had not surprised me based on how attuned they were with her. The evening had been a rollercoaster of a good time. The only downs were when I needed more food. I was eating like crazy as I bulked up.
I walked out in my boxers while smacking my dry morning lips. I stunk of sex—the smell was so powerful even I thought it was bad. I sniffed my armpit and grimaced. Yikes. The virum did not eliminate odor, darn.
“Daddy!” Mary cried out, seeing me exit the bedroom.
“Good morning, Mary. Your dress is adorable. Give me a few minutes before we find some adventure. I need to pee, shower, get some coffee, and wake up a bit,” I said to the energetic little girl snuggled in between five grown women watching a kid’s movie. I sa
w a steaming cup of joe waiting for me. That got picked up to be blown on while I fiddled to get into the bathroom. I growled in frustration before saying, “I hate this stupid latch.”
“I will help,” Mary said, managing the latch with ease.
I closed the door behind me before I emptied my bladder with a happy groan. My shower was quick, my smell fresh. A set of clothes was sitting on the toilet waiting for me. Perci. She knew me the best. A regular shirt and a crixxi kilt went on awkwardly in the small space. Done with my morning business, I exited the tiny stall. Thank goodness the interior had an actual door handle.
“Morning, your grace!” Gary said in a chipper tone.
“Oh hey, Gary, what brings you into my humble abode?” I wondered why he was standing outside the shower door. For real, this was my home.
“Tour? I tried to give you one last night but this little lady was saying naughty things,” Gary said, pointing at a blushing Willow.
She was the screamer of the group.
“I would love a tour. Mary, care to join us?” I asked the little girl. She ran to Jill and whispered into her ear. I saw Jill give a painful smile. “Everything okay?”
“She asked to go with the best daddy ever,” Jill said with a wince. Her hands went to cover a spot over her lower stomach near her groin. “Offered to do extra cleanup if I said yes. Stupid ovaries.”
“What’s an ogre knees?” Mary asked with confused, furled brows.
“Mommy-Daddy talk. Come on. I will let you ride on my shoulders,” I said, scooping up Mary. We hustled out of the RV to see Clive, Braxton, and Daphne waiting. “Ah, my building teams, awesome. I was meaning to go for a morning run, then gallivant off to join the Denver looting. Let me check my Gpad before we check the upgrades you all so eagerly wish to brief me on.”
I activated my Gpad. The first change I saw was Nancy removed herself from active status. Bradley, the fire chief, was now in charge of Delta Team. What? When I turned to talk to Nancy I heard crying agony inside the RV and decided that little issue could wait. I was fairly certain Jill was popping out stones, and pestering Nancy was not worth the trouble at the moment. I left Bradley as is and added Bonnet as co-leader. If she signed off, then I would approve. Eddy, the sheriff, was one thing to make a team leader, but I was hesitant on Bradley.
There was a video from Jevon that was ten minutes long. It was not listed as urgent so I keep digging. I had a message from Dalila telling me thanks for believing in her. I remembered she left bunny farming to become a soldier. Awesome to hear she was doing well.
Norm asked for a sit-down lunch to go over his plans for farming. Perfect, I needed an update on that. He asked if he could bring Tina since Slister was on a mission. I approved. I sent a quick note to Willow. She must be missing her friend, since we had been busy for the last few days.
The team leaders were giving reports of loot. While metal had been pilfered by earlier raiders, electronics had not. I guess that made sense. The street sign or a car door was something you knew what you would convert it into. A plastic box for a gaming system was unknown to even older humans. Therefore it was passed by. There was lots of shelved food and even some garden plants like balcony tomatoes. I read that the local gun store was looted for the metal door frame and metal stands. The locked weapons in the rack were left. Things like that surprised me, then made sense. If I was on an alien world, I would steal what I figured I knew was valuable.
All this meant we were bringing in a lot of stuff. As in, far more than our small storage building could hold. The caves were our next storage point, but they were still stuffed with furniture and other trinkets. We were always short on storage. Time to ask Aspen for some help later. When I looked to the cave road, two trucks were jostling down the rough road to drop off loot. Sweet. Everything was well in hand for today. Kind of. At least well enough to take a tour.
“Sorry about keeping you waiting, overslept a bit. Now, I see a lot of changes. How about we start on where the hell—”
“Oh, you said a bad word!” Mary said from my shoulder. I had gotten so strong I had almost forgotten she was up there.
“Yes, I did. I apologize, Mary, sometimes I forget how impressionable a three-and-a-half-year-old is. Gary, Clive, Braxton, and Daphne, please lead the way,” I said, following behind the group. “I assume we are huddled into housing for now since it is raining?”
“Correct, Eric. On rainy days like these, our solar output is minimal,” Braxton said, pointing to the panels on the barn. “Not that we need solar power. Those panels are loaded with rare minerals. I suggest we tear them out for generators.”
I hustled under the cover of the dining pavilion. I set Mary at an empty table. “Wait here, everyone.” I rushed to get a cup of milk. I scooped some eggs in a bowl. My stomach growled; my appetite demanded I eat. I shoved my face into the eggs with clomping teeth like a savage. I set the milk down beside Mary so I could shovel eggs into my mouth with my fingers. I ate with the gusto of a starving man finding food for the first time in weeks. “You’re telling me we should be stripping solar panels everywhere?”
Daphne was the best when she left and returned with a second bowl filled to the brim with ramoth eggs. They were green, not that I cared. Down the squishy, steaming eggs went.
Braxton chuckled. “I have been eating like crazy too. You weighed yourself lately? I packed on ten pounds of muscle. Anyway, yes. The solar panels are shit. They generate nothing compared to a carbon power plant. Yup, I found those on the market database. It should please the environmentalists whining about us yanking trees down. We can consume carbon in a different way. I am surprised some super scientists had not come up with a climate change fix so simple earlier. Before we go crazy, I say we try some this next golden gate, then start chucking in solar panels for the material breakdown. Verify before removing the intake.”
“The pre-2028 solar panels without the double charge are still good to convert, correct?”
“Yeah, snag those like hotcakes. I mentioned that to Eddy when I saw him last night. Outside of asking for you to set aside funds for carbon generators, I wanted to say I bought oodles of silver that I turned into silver wiring,” Braxton said, standing. He did some stretching while he continued, “Well, when you start building vertically, it adds a whole new dynamic. We exhausted our supplies from running everything so high. So, electrical purchases are on the Gpad buy order request list. It would be nice if teams started stripping power lines. After they get done looting all the old electronics first, of course.”
“Power is important. Consider it approved. I take it you went first because your briefing was the shortest?” I asked, and he nodded while waving goodbye. I watched him jog off for the kitchen building being constructed. I turned to the rest of the team and said, “Clive, what have you got for me?”
“A tour of the bathhouse. It is not complete, but almost. So Daphne here is asking for kid toilets for up top. The first thought is, yeah. Kids got to pee. Really normal. Until you realize I have no supplies to run toilets to every elevated build,” Clive said as we left the pavilion. I tossed my bowl in an exit bin and licked my fingers clean. I checked for my shadow and saw Mary right on my heels. “I present the bathhouse.”
An underwhelming sensation filled me. There was a gravel floor, no walls, and dirty water in a few square bath pits. The showerheads worked with people showering behind opaque curtains. Their feet were exposed and you could see flip flops being worn to deal with the gravel.
“This is…” I let in a big inhale and then a loud exhale. “A work in progress. I envisioned a marbled floor, bright natural lighting, and clean flipping water.”
“Eww, the water stinks!” Mary complained while stepping near the edge and getting a waft of the nasty water.
“Where the bleep is Grinder the cement-making robot?” I asked while kicking gravel.
“Someone stole him to secure their tower building. To be fair, the floor would have been too much cement anyway. That Razzar
fellow said he can get this place up to shape after the next portal buys. There are some great machines for mining stone; you merely need the finances to purchase them,” Clive said with a carefree tone. He then pointed at the water. “A quick flush will fix that. Apparently the ramoths needed baths. That is the result. That Patrick fellow asked to use the water since we don’t have a heater for it yet. Which is on the list.”
I rubbed my temples. There was nothing I could do unless we wanted to… “Clive, here are your orders. Get a pool heater for this water. Dump this. Fill these. Daphne, get sheets on here for walls. I want this place open at lunch. Come find me when you give your…” I paused, seeing her type on a Gpad. “Ah, Perci squared you away. Perfect. Clive, you have your orders.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Gary, start with why longhouse one is being torn down,” I said while walking the five paces to where our first building used to be. “We have, what, three more built without framed walls?”
“Four more. Six was built with half logs too. So, the dining hall-slash-pavilion was expanded. I swear the moment you came back with more citizens was the moment we finished the demo. I had even shifted the wood processor into making those new benches,” Clive said, pointing to yellow benches without any staining on them. I went to type in loot “wood stains” when Clive continued, “Tonight, it will be pulled out. It can go a day exposed. Rain should stop by then, anyway. So we tore down longhouse one and I was about to start on two. Well, longhouse twenty-seven was started instead. Come, let me show you twenty-six before we go to the high rises.”
“How crammed are people?” I asked. Daphne cleared her throat and raised a hand. “Nope, none of that shit, Daphne. You literally risked your life for me. A second-ranking crixxi is still powerful and to be feared.”
“Yes, tribe master. The crixxi are sleeping in shifts. I spaced it out when Everly was detained last evening. We only have two tower homes so far. The rest are living in longhouse twenty-six. Our extra stuff is being stored under the towers,” Daphne said, pointing to the tall two-story frame without walls.
