by J G Jerome
“You’re kidding,” Jane and I say at the same time.
I wink at Jane as L’liana responds, “Nope. All those so called ‘kooks’ and conspiracy theorists were actually onto something. Unfortunately, setting a hat on top of the head doesn’t shield enough. And before you ask - I can see your wheels churning, Mr. Jerome - my people learn to filter this out as an early part of our psychic training. I’ll get tired after a few days, but I can be refreshed the same way you recharge your batteries, husband!” She gives me a lascivious wink and a kiss, before blinking out of my arms.
9 - Sea cruise
I turn to Jane, “Wardroom, Captain? Or would you prefer the bridge?”
She gives me the hairy eyeball before answering, “I will walk to the bridge, talk to my XO, and then meet you in the Wardroom, Mr. Jerome.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I respond with a cheesy grin.
She steps a little closer and says, “I don’t suppose you are going to kiss me and fondle my ass before I walk away.”
I respond with a smirk, “Captain, I have six wives, twenty-four concubines, and five other lovers of indeterminate status. I would happily provide the service you‘re asking about, but I’d likely have to add you to one of the first two tallies.”
She gives me a scrutinizing look as she taps her lips, “Hmmmm.” Then she walks off like we hadn’t been talking at all.
I think to myself, ‘That woman has some serious need.’
I step off the deck onto the dock and walk to the beach in time to meet Tiphanae landing in the sand. I wrap her in a hug, and she wraps her arms, wings, and tail around me. She whispers as she wiggles to get closer, “Lord if you’re not careful, I’ll have you taking me in the sand again before we go.”
I chuckle as I murmur in her ear, “Wouldn’t that be a tragedy!” Then I get back on topic, “So, Tiffy. Do you have a report for me?”
Tiphanae nods, “Yes, Lord. Everyone is on their way. Samuel is bringing Arista, Arieste, and Celeste in the carts. Samuel and Janelle are staying here. The weather reports sound like a heavy storm, but it’s not something that will be dangerous to them here on land. Tiberius is already asleep on the boat, and they got it started just before I landed there. I expect they already are underway with the aircraft crew, too. Everyone else is jogging over here - they’re taking their time because of the bags.
“Do you know which way they’re coming, Tiffy?”
She answers, “They should be coming just like they would for a sunset party, Jack.” Then she burrows her face into my neck and nibbles on me.
I hear light steps walking up the dock. Without looking I ask, “What’s up, Eileen?”
I hear the smile in her response, “Still know my tread that well, Jack?”
“Apparently,” I say. I slide into a one-arm hug with Tiphanae as I turn to look at her.
Eileen says, “We have everyone secured and queued up. Do you want to start with the Lieutenant?”
I say, “It’s not my call. They are all on Captain Wei’s ship. She gets to make the call. If she asks, then let's start with the one that doesn’t have a stump.”
I give Tiphanae a wet kiss as I squeeze her bum, then I stroke her tail. That nearly makes her collapse. She spanks my ass, and I walk off with Eileen, “Let’s go see what she says.”
* * *
Captain Wei wanted to start with the Lieutenant as soon as we were underway. Then we had a chat with the Lieutenant Commander, ‘Three,’ from the bridge. Then we worked our way down the ranks of the SEALs. Trina used the Sidhe influence ability on them. L’liana listened into their minds as we questioned them. If she picked up anything, she sent a telepathic message to me, and I would ask a question to address it. Otherwise, Captain Wei asked most of the questions, and she proved to be a very thorough and intuitive interrogator. I could tell Eileen was impressed. By the time we were done questioning them we had learned quite a bit.
Apparently, Lowell Pennyworth is the mastermind for the Dread Lord in the west, both North and South America. This is what Markus Bransford referred to as the ‘Dread Chain.’ Apparently the goal is to spread discontent and make people admire them. It’s kind of a weird goal that smacks of insanity. Shortly before Eileen tried to kill me four years ago, the Dread Lord recruited Lowell by leveraging his inflated sense of self-worth and dissatisfaction that he didn’t have more influence in either the DoD intelligence apparatus or the CIA. The Operations Officer was a recent recruit of Lowell’s during the previous mission. He almost seemed brainwashed. Despite our best attempts to find the lever Lowell used, it appears that he was just gullible.
Lowell recruited the Lieutenant before he went to BUD/S school to become a SEAL. The Lieutenant had proven in civilian life and prior military life to be highly intelligent, charismatic, sociopathic, larcenous, sadistic, and adept at not getting caught. In short, he was perfect for the Dread Lord’s purposes. The Lieutenant recruited almost his entire platoon - both of the squads and the headquarters element. The new guy was ‘auditioning’ to become a member. There were no real innocents in the squad. Four of them bought into it as a means to be a more effective team. They are all pretty much patriots and probably less evil than average. The new guy was just trying to belong. The Senior Chief who was second in command would have fallen into the same category as the others except he had a couple of statutory rape incidents with very young girls. L’liana was tripping all his triggers. We also learned that the watch bands gave them limited psychic communication ability like L’liana’s, only at a very short range. Lowell also has a way to track them, which means that he likely knew something was wrong as soon as the pilot blew up. Apparently the bands helped the Dread Lord create a psychic connection, too.
I gave the four patriots their arms back. Additionally I gave them and the new guy very specific instructions about what they would remember. Primarily they were to forget anything about pointed ears, grey skin, green skin, or tusks. They were to remember that their Lieutenant was trying to leverage them for a rogue mission, and that he cut off the Senior Chief’s arm when he objected.
The Senior Chief got the same instructions with an addendum that he is overcome with feelings of remorse for his actions with the teen girls. Before we land, he would approach the Captain with a request to unburden his soul by confessing to all his underage conquests. The more senior of the two Chief Petty Officers took over command of the squad.
L’liana completely gutted the Lieutenant’s watch band, and then I grew him a new arm. In less than ten minutes after I started, we put the watch band on him. Then we gave him very specific instructions that he had to silently escape the ship when we arrived in Bermuda without harming anyone or taking any hostages. He would contact Lowell Pennyworth and only agree to debrief him off campus. Upon seeing Lowell, he would wrap him in a hug and stab him with the tranquilizer pen. He would then hold onto Lowell until he received more instructions. I told him that only I am authorized to change his orders. The lieutenant acknowledged my orders.
By the time we finished, everyone in my family and the island staff were either in the mess, the bridge, or one of two open births in the crew quarters. The XO had taken us back out to sea enroute to Nassau, Bahamas.
I escorted the Captain back to the bridge. When were were there, I noticed Trina, Daphne, and Kristina talking to the pretty ensign and the short bosun’s mate. After that I made a point of sitting down with each of my people to talk for a bit. Merry kept flitting about on her new wings. I had to make good on my threat to put her to sleep. Persimmon sat with her while Acorn was ‘on duty.’ He hadn‘t been able to calm down since we found the rifleman.
My family and I talked through plans, and we agreed that I would fly from Nassau to London on commercial jet. L’liana, Jessica, Trina, and Eileen would accompany me. Once in London, we would continue on to Düsseldorf. Then I would look to see what we could learn about Abu bin Hassan’s whereabouts.
Despite the rough seas, we made it to Nassau in about three h
ours. We caught up with the supply boat enroute and escorted them back. Once we docked in Nassau, the Lieutenant was gone within about five minutes.
Trina gave Eileen one of our special ‘pocket dimension’ clutches and a relatively chaste kiss to welcome her to the family. As a long-time spook, she was thoroughly impressed with the clutch. She didn’t know what to think about the kiss - or the other twenty-five she got from the rest of us. We grabbed our bags and headed to the airport. We learned there were no direct flights to London until later, so Christoff booked us a charter. He had everything lined up by the time we arrived at the charter terminal. Even with the refueling stops, it would be shorter than waiting two days for a direct flight out. I called an old friend in Düsseldorf and made a dinner date for the following night...er tonight. We made some quick arrangements, and then it was time to take off. We left Nassau at 10:52 pm on a Cessna Citation X on a flight plan to Halifax, Nova Scotia continuing on to Dublin, Ireland, and finally to Düsseldorf, Germany.
10 - Travel to Germany
We got settled into the cabin for the 11 hour journey. It’s a little over 1500 miles to Halifax. It’s about another 2500 miles to Dublin. After that, it’s just a short 570 miles to Düsseldorf.
The prim and proper flight attendant, Miranda, is rather shocked as my ladies start disrobing as soon as she gives us the clear release seatbelts. “Oh my goodness,” she says in a rather posh English accent. She is a pretty brunette with sapphire blue eyes, lush lips, flared hips, a decent tushy, long shapely legs, and large breasts. She has crows feet, but she is a perfectly lovely MILF.
I tell her, “Miranda, we are all in a relationship. You are not expected to join in. Just ensure that we’re comfortable and keep the flight crew on the flight deck.” At that point Trina reaches under my sarong and starts fondling Little Jack. “My ladies and I have had a difficult day, and we all could use a little comfort.”
I think I lost her when Trina’s hand dove for my cock. “Miranda?”
“Yes, sir,” she responds. Her eyes never leave the growing bulge of Little Jack under the sarong.
Trina murmurs, “Definitely bigger, Jack.” As much as I’ve fought the idea, I’m starting to agree. I need to do something about that soon.
Jessica and L’liana are both naked and kissing each other cuddled up in one of the seats next to the window.
Even Eileen has stripped off. She waves at me with a mischievous smile I haven’t seen in over five years. She snags a blanket and wraps it around herself.
“Miranda, look at my eyes.” Eileen walks up and kisses my cheek before sashaying in a very uncharacteristic manner to the seat across from the Elven ladies.
“Yes, sir,” Miranda says again. She steps a little closer but doesn’t look up. I reach out and hook my right index finger under her chin and turn her face my direction as Trina withdraws her hand.
Miranda struggles to tear her eyes away from the tent below my waistline, but finally her eyes lock on mine. A lovely rose shade flushes her cheeks, down her neck, and into her décolletage.
Eileen starts to caress herself watching the two elves in their natural form making love to each other.
I try again now that Miranda is looking at me. “Miranda, we are going to be intimate with each other. We do not expect you to join us. We ask that you ensure that we’re comfortable and keep the flight crew on the flight deck. Nothing more.” I release her chin.
She closes her eyes momentarily and says, “I’m sorry, sir. Usually I have to fight passengers to keep their hands off me. To have you all strip and start in on each other without touching me was...novel.” She points below my waistline murmuring, “That looks like a bit I could use.”
She pauses, and then her eyes snap open wide in surprise. “Sorry, sir. I’ll pull the curtain across the front of the cabin to shield you from the flight crew. Just call me if you need anything.”
L’liana and Jessica continue to hug and kiss passionately as they bury hands between each others legs and moan their arousal. Eileen looks at me and smiles before turning back to the show. Trina whips off my sarong and pushes me back into a blanket-covered seat. She kneels between my knees and stuffs Little Jack into her mouth.
“Thank you, Miranda,” I tell her quietly. Speaking is getting more difficult as Trina works her magic on my cock.
Miranda bows gently, stares at my cock in Trina’s mouth, and then goes to execute her plan.
I look down to into Trina’s eyes as she works her throat to swallow my cock. She fondles my balls and caresses my torso for a couple of minutes. Finally, she winks at me, and I lose it - pumping my seed down her throat. She hums as she swallows multiple times and then backs off my shaft to suck the last dribbles from the head of my cock as I lean against the seatback. I reach down and twine my fingers in her hair and pull her face up to my mouth. We kiss wildly, passionately, with abandon.
Like Myra, Trina caught my heart so quickly it made my head spin. Three months later, I still get lost in her at the least provocation. Having my cock explode down her throat definitely qualifies as provocation.
“Floor,” I murmur.
We throw a blanket on the deck in the small gap in the cramped quarters. Then I lay Trina down on the deck and crawl between her legs. I slot Little Jack into Trina’s sopping entrance and slam my hips home. Trina screams and immediately starts her first orgasm, flooding my cock and hips with her fluid. I kiss her as I give her a couple more strokes until she seizes again. Then again. And again. As she starts her fifth orgasm, I join her.
After Trina and I calm down, our Elven ladies join us on the floor. I push back to kneel between Trina’s legs. Then I turn to Eileen, “How you doing there, Darling?”
“Jack, watching you all together is intoxicating!” she enthuses as I stand and throw a blanket on the seat next to her.
I take a seat as Jessica dives between Trina’s legs, and L’liana sits on her face.
Eileen gets a thoughtful look on her face. Slowly she stands and steps in front of me. She drops her blanket and crawls onto my lap. I hold her familiar weight in my arms as she tucks her face into my neck. She may have been a desk jockey for the last four years, but she’s still lean and firm.
L’liana’s voice floats up, “Tell him how you feel, Leenie.”
She looks at me as though she’s afraid and about to run away. Slowly she shakes her head.
I guess I have to man up. “Eileen, I never stopped loving you. I pushed you away because of my fear and my pain from your lack of trust. I never want to go through that pain and feeling of betrayal again.”
“It was always you, Jack. Always. I…,” I put a finger to her lips.
“Think carefully, Leenie. You know how important honesty is to me. Be honest with yourself. Be honest with me. I don’t get to be angry if I don’t like the truth you speak, so long as it’s the truth.”
She buries her face in my neck for a moment. I pull her blanket out of her seat to my left, and I wrap it around her and hug her to me.
Gasps, groans, and shrieks from my ladies on the floor draw my attention. I see Jessica switched to tribbing Trina at some point. Apparently all three of them orgasm at the same time. Then they collapse into a ball of succulent female flesh.
At that point Eileen raises her head to look in my eyes. “Jack, I was so angry at you. First I was angry thinking you were cheating on me. After you broke me into little pieces, I was angry because I thought you didn’t trust me or respect me enough to bring me in to help you. I felt betrayed both times, but for different reasons. You broke my body when you attacked me, but you broke my soul when you left. I never had a connection with another person like we had. I haven’t since. I went with Lowell’s proposal after you left because he made me feel needed and important. He never made me feel loved - more like a valued possession.”
She leans her head into my lips and I kiss her forehead. “I never loved him, Jack. I never told him I loved him. I’m thirty-two years old, and the only person I
have ever loved - that I’ve ever told ‘I love you’ - is you.” Tears stream down her face.
The ladies get up off the floor and cuddle around the two of us.
L’liana says, “We are holding number seven for you, Eileen. We, his wives and concubines, see how much you still love him. We know how much he still loves you.”
Trina sits next to me and says, “Eileen, Jack has declared you in the family. I will not dishonor your love and your previous engagement by asking you to become a concubine. When you are ready, we will announce you as ‘fiancé,’ and you will be wife number seven. We will all love you and hold you close when you have jealousy, fears, or doubts. We will caress you and kiss you while the husband of our hearts makes love to you and breeds you. We will help you raise your children by surrounding them with love. I know we said it on the beach, but welcome to the family, sister.”
Jessica says, “Eileen. You are his. He is yours. You are ours. We are yours. Welcome to the family, sister.”
Eileen breaks into sobs, “Dammit, you’ll have turned me into weepy old woman.”
L’liana chuckles, “Yeah, right up to the point you think your family is in danger. Then I bet you turn into a hellcat.”
I chuckle as Eileen and I both say, “Damned straight.”
That gets all the ladies laughing, and a twinkle of joy lights in Eileen’s eyes.
Trina says, “No pressure to love on any of the ladies, Eileen. We will be very affectionate to you. Many of us do or will want to make love to you. You decide and draw the line where you are comfortable. Experimentation and changing your mind is allowed. We tend to be against labels. ‘Bi,’ ‘straight,’ ‘lesbian,’ ‘gay,’ etcetera have no meaning in our family. The only things that matter are love in all its permutations, relationships, and family. If you forget or get lost, we will find you.”
“You are family,” L’liana says. Then she adds, “But remember, I definitely want to fuck you!” Eileen looks a little shocked, which causes the other ladies to bust out laughing. L’liana says with a saucy wink, “Welcome to the family, sister.”
