Homestead Harem 2, page 10
“Fuck, El,” I groaned, my cock growing fully erect in her mouth.
Sophia’s eyes caught on my member as Ellen sucked it, and I noticed a glint of hunger in them. She bit her lip as Ellen took me deeper and deeper, the tip of my cock grazing the back of the rabbit-girl’s throat.
“You like watching Ellen suck me?” I said, pumping my fingers faster inside Sophia’s now sopping wet pussy.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her body rocking back and forth now into my hand. “I do.”
Ellen continued to suck me off for a while, and I found myself getting turned on by making Sophia watch, seeing how badly she hungered for me.
“You want to feel this cock inside of you?” I breathed finally while Ellen choked on me, getting off on taking me as deep as possible.
“Yes, please, Jonas,” Sophia begged. “Please, please, please.”
Gently extracting myself from Ellen’s mouth was a harder task than imagined, as the rabbit-girl’s tongue seemed glued to my shaft with desire. Finally, however, I managed to release myself while I chuckled at the ravenous Ellen.
“Why don’t you touch yourself while you watch us, darlin,” I said.
Ellen nodded obediently, relaxing into the wall by the bed and placing her hand in her pants while she watched me mount Sophia on the small, rickety bed.
I kept my eyes on Sophia’s as I slowly entered her, watching them widen with shock and pleasure as I filled up her pussy inch by inch. Her tightness sent shivers down my spine, and I relished every moment as I pushed slowly up inside of her, feeling her whole body hug around my cock.
“That feels…so…good,” Sophia whimpered, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around my torso, like if she let go she’d get blown away. “They didn’t tell me…it would feel so…good…”
“Just wait, darlin,” I breathed into her neck. “It gets better.”
Slowly, I began pumping my cock in and out of her, loosening her up bit by bit while she moaned. Her pussy molded tightly around me, her body responding to my every movement with shuddering enthusiasm, a desperate cry beginning to build in her throat. Before long, I lost myself to how good she felt, glancing every so often at Ellen, whose tits were shaking in her tight t-shirt as she rubbed her pussy aggressively and watched. Sophia rocked back and forth underneath me, begging for more with her whole body, until I forgot to go easy on her, forgot to ease her in slowly, and began to fully pound her into the bed.
Sophia cried out in pleasure as I rammed my cock into her, her perfect body sending vibrating waves down my skin, all the exhaustion and fear and stress of the day melting as I lost myself inside of her. I heard my own groaning but wasn’t conscious of it, saw my hands pinning Sophia’s thin wrists to the bed but couldn’t control them, heard her begging for more and more and didn’t even have to think about giving it. I was unleashed, the makeshift bed beginning to fall apart beneath us, but I didn’t care, I just kept pumping, kept fucking Sophia’s perfect tanned and beautiful body as she cried out, “Jonas, I—I—I don’t know what’s—I think I’m gonna—I think—”
Watching Sophia approach her first orgasm, I clenched my jaw and tried to keep going—but her innocence was intoxicating, her tightness so unreal I exploded inside her with a feral roar.
My cum instantly squeezed out the edges of Sophia’s tight pussy as I rammed my seed into her violently and passionately, just as she erupted in a squealing, yelping moan. Waves of pleasure overtook her body underneath me, and her nails dug into my back as she twitched in her first wild and unexpected orgasm, rocking with me until I collapsed on top of her, my body emptied of everything it had.
At that moment, the bed finally gave out beneath us, the thin wood of the apple crates cracking and sending the two of us rolling into Ellen, who had just had her own little explosion watching us cum.
Laughing and panting, the three of us were just a wet pile on the floor, Sophia’s head lolling back into my lap in total delirium.
"Maven told us sex with men would feel terrible,” she breathed, laughing airily up into the ceiling. “She told me I would hate it.”
Ellen burst into laughter, and we all guffawed at the idea that what we just did could be anything but pure ecstasy and joy.
“Well now I finally get why she’s in such a bad mood all the time,” Ellen joked, making Sophia burst into another round of peeling giggles.
We kept laughing like that for a while, relaxing on the floor, Sophia looking up at me occasionally like she’d truly never seen a man before. I suppose, in some ways, she hadn’t.
“Well, I hope I represented my gender well enough,” I joked, pinching her nipple teasingly.
Sophia collapsed backwards into my lap, looking up at me like I was the damn sun shining in the sky.
“I’ll never take another man again,” she promised.
I chuckled down at her, taking in her genuine smile, her hazel eyes, her pure heart. As far as reviews go, I’d call that one a win.
Chapter
Fourteen
“They’re all ready,” Alexis said. “C’mon, I wanna see their faces!”
I put down my coffee just as the fox-girl started dragging me off the porch to the auxiliary barn. A light sprinkle of rain came down from the gray sky—it would be a day of light choring, sitting around and talking—and I wanted the talking to be about all the exciting possibilities of our future. Not, you know, the imminent attack on our farm by a crazy clan of bloodthirsty females.
Stepping into the musty barn, I pulled my father’s old baseball cap from my head, placing it on the hook by the door like he used to. The excited conversations going on between everyone didn’t stop, and I smiled as I took in the scene—every member of our little community gathered in one place, only this time no one was getting lectured by Ellen. Girls were sitting up on the rusted-out old tractors’ seats and wheels, sipping cups of coffee and gossiping about what in the hell this meeting might be about. Jordan sat with her little battle crew, including Polly and the boys, regaling them with the tale of how she was wounded in battle yesterday—and, if I knew Jordan, the details were probably getting so wild Lara really was a werewolf in her version. Charlotte sat comfortably on the padded hospital bed to my right, one hand resting gently on her stomach. Sophia and Ellen stood at her side.
“So,” I said, taking my place in front of a large, dusty chalkboard Jordan and I had extracted from the basement.
Everyone kept chit-chatting, the rain coming down harder on the ceiling of the barn.
“Listen up, fuckers!” Alexis shouted.
The whole group jolted into silence, looking forward.
“Thank you, Lex,” I said, watching the fox-girl smile as she popped a squat in the front row. “Your tact continues to amaze.”
“What’s tact?” I heard her whisper to her neighbor.
“Shhhh!” Ellen demanded.
Everyone, finally, shut up. All at once, I found myself plunged back into my old life—where I had studied to be a lawyer before returning to the family farm. Where I’d wanted to stand up in a suit before a jury, arguing for justice. Where my biggest worry was if my car needed oil or if I should call back the girl I’d been on a lousy date with. Idly, I wondered what my past self would say if he could see me now.
He’d probably pass out. Or throw up. Or both.
“So,” I started, pulling myself back to the present where thirty-two pairs of eyes were staring at me. “You’re probably wondering why I gathered you all here in the auxiliary barn. Firstly, I figured most of you were probably getting a little sick of the house.”
There were nods of agreement throughout the barn, the girls not used to being cooped up—and some still harboring bad memories of being locked in the house when Duncan was in charge.
“And second,” I continued, “this place is the best I can think of on the farm to discuss what I wanted to discuss here today.”
I looked around the aux-barn, which had become the designated dumping ground for everything on the property that wasn’t food-, sleep-, or animal-related. It was a huge building—but it had still somehow become cramped underneath medical supplies, ongoing mechanical projects, farming tools, weapons for Jordan’s battle training, and every random object our scavengers returned with which seemed like it might be helpful to us in the future and therefore could not be thrown away.
“As I’m sure some of you heard, we did find fuel on our mission yesterday,” I declared. A few eyes widened at this, shoulders straightening with hope. “But that’s not all we found.”
“Did you find bullets?” Kyle asked eagerly. “Guns?”
I shook my head. “No, no weapons.”
More than one person slumped a little, and I realized that weapons would be the only thing they’d care about right now—considering we were actively under siege. I needed to pivot.
“What we found will help us in a big way, not just for right now, but for generations,” I said. “We found building supplies—and lots of ’em. Enough to make some major changes around here.”
The ripple of excitement that went through the group was palpable. The girls shared eager glances, whispering ideas about bedrooms and projects before I could even get another word in. I looked to Charlotte, who smiled encouragingly, nodding at me to go on.
“Now, now,” I said, holding out my hands, “this is a democracy. We aren’t like some other communities around here, where one person says what’s what and that’s it.”
I noticed Sophia as I said this, who stared at me in admiration.
“I want to hear your ideas,” I continued, picking up a piece of chalk behind me. “This farm isn’t just mine, it’s all of ours. So what do we need?”
“A medical building!” Alexis shouted, her hand shooting up in excitement. “With floors and surfaces I can actually sterilize!”
“Good,” I said, turning around writing MED BUILDING on the board. “What else?”
“A second house, where we can have our own rooms?” Megan, a shy dog-girl perched on a tractor tire suggested.
“Great,” I replied, writing: NEW HOUSE W/ ROOMS.
“An engineering workshop!” Kyle shouted out.
“More outhouses?” someone added.
“How ’bout indoor plumbing?” I countered, writing WORKSHOP and WORKING TOILETS on the board. With the amount of pipe and caulk at that site plus the knowledge I’d gained from the fact my father was too stubborn to ever call a plumber, I figured it was possible.
The barn cheered and laughed as I wrote, everyone shouting out more and more ideas—some extremely smart (a smokehouse for drying meat), some just plain ridiculous (a swimming pool with a diving board), some very ambitious but, maybe, just crazy enough to work (a watermill so we could grind our own flour, if we ever did stop finding bags of it everywhere). By the end of our brainstorming session, the board was covered with my messy scrawl, and talk of guns and bullets and attacks were far in the distance.
“So when can we start?” Jordan asked, giddy from my suggesting we create her a training gym so her battle group didn’t have to practice outside.
“Right now?” Polly the chipmunk-girl said, to which a few other girls sat up eagerly.
I knew they wanted me to say yes—but I couldn’t. Not yet. Because outside the safety and optimism of this barn, we still had Maven’s clan to deal with, the upcoming fall harvest to cull, and my and Charlotte’s baby had yet to be born.
Not to mention I had no idea how we were going to transport everything.
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right,” I declared, meeting Charlotte’s eyes for a moment. She nodded, giving me the confidence to speak the truth. “I’m going to start coming up with a plan to move these supplies, which we’ll have to obtain bit by bit. But we’re not in a stable enough place to dive into renovations yet. We have enemies to deal with first.”
I could almost feel the deflation of the energy in the room, everyone starkly reminded that we weren’t as safe as we used to be.
“But we have a plan for them too,” I insisted. “Now, we’re a strong group, but we’re small. If we stretch ourselves too thin we’ll only rip a hole right through this.”
I gestured back at the board, the exciting list of our hopes and dreams.
“If we want to build this future, we have to do it together. We can get this baby born safely, we can bring these supplies over, and we can deal with Maven and her followers. We can build everything we just listed. But y’all have to trust me. Can you do that?”
There was a terrifying beat of silence, in which I thought maybe the farms’ sentiments had turned—that, suddenly, they all saw me not as a fearless leader, but as weak and scared boy who had become the head of this farm by pure dumb luck.
But then, eager as ever, Benny the muskrat-boy hopped up.
“Yeah!” he declared, throwing a fist into the air.
And then, all at once, everyone in the barn joined in—standing up to whoop and yell their agreement. I was reeling with relief by the time Ellen slipped herself under my arm, her familiar rabbit ears tickling up my neck.
“That’s a lot of promises you just made,” she said, quietly enough only I could hear her. “You sure you can keep them?”
Charlotte slipped herself under my other arm, her olive skin glowing with her pregnancy, her emerald eyes sharp.
“Not doubting Jonas now are you, Ellen?” she said to the rabbit-girl.
Ellen rolled her eyes.
“Never. That’s not what I meant. I just…”
She looked nervously out at the group, everyone now hopping down from their seats to chatter excitedly about our upcoming projects and head out to do their chores for the day. I understood her trepidation—I had a lot of people counting on me, and the future we’d just imagined almost felt too good to be true. The idea of Maven was like a rock in my shoe—an annoyance I couldn’t just bend down and extract, no matter how hard I tried. Making me more uneasy with every step.
“I understand,” I said, squeezing Ellen tightly to my side. “But don’t you worry. We’ve won this farm once before. I reckon we can do it again.”
Chapter
Fifteen
Hickory’s hooves stomped through the soft dirt of the river bed, and I pulled the reins to keep her eyes focused on the trail ahead. At fifteen years old, she was our youngest horse—and even she wasn’t much good for quick escapes. But I was officially done hiding—and running—from Maven’s crew, sneaking through my own forest to avoid them. No—if they wanted to avoid me, they’d have to be the ones to hide.
Despite how horribly it had gone the last time, I was determined to run into more of Maven’s scouts. Only this time, I wasn’t on a mission to convert anyone to our side—I was looking to send a message to Maven herself. Namely: if she wanted me dead so badly, it was about time she told me to my face.
I was sick of waiting—sick of fighting this battle on her terms. She was like a shadow I couldn’t shake, a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach I couldn’t wash out, tingeing all my plans for the future with doubt. I needed to strike first—disrupt her carefully orchestrated phases and dismantle her little crew from the source. I was sick of fighting mutant girls who didn’t even understand what they were putting their lives on the line for—taking down soldiers who didn’t realize they were on the wrong side of the war. When I closed my eyes, I saw Rhonda bleeding out on the splintered floor of a haunted house. Nothing more sad than a stupid death, Grandma used to say.
Course she was talking about the dumb kids in our town who refused to wear helmets on their dirt bikes. But either way, it still rang true.
It took about fifteen minutes of walking Hickory slowly along the riverbank before I felt positively sure I was being watched.
The presence didn’t seem threatening—in fact, the eyes I felt on me were more curious than vengeful. But I remained cautious. After yesterday, I’d learned you never truly knew what kind of tricks Maven and her crew were willing to pull.
After another five minutes, I finally caught sight of my audience—it was just a pointed ear, the flash of a dog-like tail, and then she was off—leaping over a thick tangle of roots down to lower ground.
Another wolf.
The way this mutant girl moved didn’t remind me of Lara, however. After yesterday, I was ready to kill the crazy wolf-girl on sight—but this one seemed more interested in observation than combat. I pulled Hickory’s reins to the right, following the strange mutant-girl down the brambled path into the woods.
Before long, I spotted her again—this time up above, slipping into the thick foliage of the trees.
“If there happens to be any of Maven’s girls out here,” I said out loud, projecting my voice and patting Hickory on the neck as I did, “I’d really appreciate talking to them. Not interested in a fight today.”
I kept walking.
As the sun began to droop lower in the sky, I felt resigned, clicking my tongue and turning Hickory around on the path. We walked up the same trail, all the while listening to the small, hardly perceptible sounds of our watcher following along. Eventually, I got so impressed with her stealth I started thinking: if this girl was doing recon for Maven, she should get a raise.
Traversing a thin bottleneck of the trail, I reached up to push a low-hanging branch out of my face. That’s when she appeared.
“Whoa, Hickory!” I called, trying to calm my whinnying horse as we both recovered from the wolf-girl seemingly materializing out of thin air in our path. Where she’d popped out from, who knows—but one thing was for certain: the girl had stealth.
“Nice of you to make an appearance,” I said once Hickory calmed.
The wolf-girl blinked. She did look a lot like Lara, Maven’s right-hand-woman, but her features were softer, her long, dirty blond hair less gnarled and dirty—hers organized in a braid down her side. She wore a faded black Aerosmith t-shirt over her large bosom, tight shorts, and no shoes. She was tall and wild-looking, with a primal nature to her that sent a shiver down my spine. Her eyes were violet.
