Homestead Harem 2, page 13
A single tear escaped the corner of her eye, and she wiped it away quickly.
“Bloss…” Sophia said, squeezing her friend’s arm.
“It’s okay,” Blossom assured. “I think, in the back of my mind…I’ve been preparing for this for a very long time.”
Charlotte reached forward, pushing a lock of dirty blond hair that had escaped Blossom’s braid out of her face. The wolf-girl jolted a little—probably unfamiliar with being touched so gently. But, with Charlotte, it was hard not to feel that instant warmth.
“You’re very brave,” Charlotte said softly.
Blossom looked down at her bare feet, caked with dirt from the forest floor.
“I’m not sure I would call it that,” she mumbled.
“I would,” Alexis said.
“And that’s coming from the vicious warrior who saved my life earlier,” Sophia joked, smiling at Alexis.
The fox-girl blushed a little, shrugging.
“No one fucks with my new friends,” Alexis declared.
At that, the girls seemed to find the strength to keep going, as we continued our hike with a new warmth injected into our little group. Warm fuzzy feelings aside, I had my own reason for smiling: for the next time I saw Lara, I had the green light to end her. And nothing would stop me from killing her this time.
When we arrived back at the farm, the last thing I wanted to do was face everyone in the house and report back on the night’s failure. Unfortunately, the house always had a way of coming to me.
“Jonas, Jonas!” Benny, the muskrat-boy, called as he jogged towards us, an excited smile plastered on his face.
Alexis tamped down her laugh as her, Sophia, and Blossom peeled off to the auxiliary barn to tend to Sophia’s injuries.
“Yes, Benny?” I asked, rubbing the stress at the back of my neck.
“I had an idea for the new building!” he said excitedly, skipping along beside me, Ellen, Charlotte, and Alexis as we continued our trek up to the house.
“And it couldn’t wait til tomorrow, buddy?” I asked. “We’ve had a pretty long night.”
In truth, any mention of our future building plans sent new knots through my neck. With Maven still a giant question mark, not to mention Charlotte giving birth on the horizon, the expansion I’d promised seemed farther away than ever.
“Well, I wanted to wait, but I was so excited, so me and Leaf put together some cardboard models for the architecture of a training gym, with a rock wall, and different levels for—”
“Leaf is waiting inside with a scale model?” I asked.
“Yeah!” Benny replied, “and we have specs for all the equipment and—”
“Jonas,” Ellen said, interrupting. “Didn’t you say we needed to check on the horses before we turn in?”
It took me half a second to catch on, during which time Jordan pinched me subtly in the back.
“Yes,” I said suddenly, pretending to remember. “I did. I’m sorry, Benny, I’ll have to check it out tomorrow. It sounds like a great plan.”
“Oh, okay,” Benny replied, too excited to ever be knocked down for long. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Jonas!”
With that, he was off, scurrying back into the house. Ellen bit down her laughter as she and Jordan pulled me toward the animal barn, Charlotte chuckling quietly as she followed behind us.
“Great,” I moaned as we pushed through the barn doors. The smell of hay, dust, and manure overpowered me—familiar as ever. “Now we have to hide in here from the home improvement plans.”
“I figured that was the last thing you wanted to deal with at the moment,” Ellen remarked.
“You figured exactly right.” I felt around for her in the darkness, gently squeezing her ass, to which she jumped and giggled.
Jordan disappeared into the barn, her bat senses allowing her to see better than the rest of us in darkness. Within seconds, two lanterns were lit, casting our small corner in a warm glow. Hickory the horse whinnied in annoyance, then went back to her slumber.
“Well,” Charlotte declared, easing herself down onto a bail of hay. “At least we can relax in here.”
“And debrief,” Ellen added, sitting down on the worn wooden slats of the barn floor at Charlotte’s feet. “Can you believe what Blossom said?”
Jordan shrugged, plopping down at my feet as I took a place on the hay bail next to Charlotte.
“I can,” the bat-girl said casually. “You have to admit some people are just crazy, even if they are your family. I mean, I had to kill my own brother.”
I had been ready to lean back into the hay, but this statement made me sit up straight again.
“What?” we all pretty much demanded in unison.
Jordan blushed, her pale skin going pink as she realized what a crazy sentence she had just uttered. Her little fangs poked out as she opened and closed her mouth, looking for the right words.
“It was after our parents were lost during the war. Caught in a building that collapsed. We were all alone.”
As Jordan spoke it occurred to me that I’d never learned much of her past—she was so active, so positive that I only ever thought of her bounding into the future—not stuck in the past. But I was a fool if I thought she had managed to avoid the horrors so many mutant girls had faced.
“We were living in a bombed out apartment, just the two of us…” Jordan continued, looking down at her small hands, “...and he tried to trade me to a horrible man who collected mutant girls. For a car.”
Ellen’s jaw dropped open.
“I never knew that, Jordan,” she said. “That’s awful.”
She just shrugged again, wrapping her arms around her tiny body.
“It’s okay. I escaped, stole his car, and hit him with it. I guess I’m not totally sure he died, because I just kept driving. But he was awful, even before he tried to sell me for a car. So, you know. It all worked out for the best.”
She punctuated the end of the story with a little, devilish smile—her signature expression. There was a moment of silence before Ellen, Charlotte, and I burst into laughter.
“What?” Jordan demanded, blushing now. “It did work out for the best!”
“Remind me to never let you get behind the wheel of a vehicle,” Ellen joked, and Jordan shoved her lightly.
“Alright, alright,” I said, calming them down. “Settle down, killers. No more murder talk tonight, how about that?”
“Well, that’s just too difficult a promise to keep,” Ellen joked, raising up on her knees to rest her chin on my lap and blink her big blue eyes up at me. “What else are we supposed to do out here if we’re not discussing vengeance?”
I rolled my eyes, running a finger up one of her blond rabbit ears. She shivered a little at my touch.
“I mean, if you’re askin’, I do have a few ideas…”
My subtle implication was all the girls needed to catch my drift. I’m not sure if it was because they were all part animal, but the energy immediately shifted in the room as their instincts took over. Jordan instantly rose up on her knees to be level with my lap, and Charlotte’s fingernails ran gently up the back of my neck into my hair, her legs spreading on the hay.
“I thought maybe you’d be too tired tonight,” Charlotte said, her voice already shifting into the sultry tones that relaxed me to near-melting. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“You did a lot of walking today, darling,” I replied. “I could say the same to you.”
“Are you two old timers gonna talk about your aching limbs all day?” Ellen demanded, pulling off her shirt unceremoniously. Her huge tits popped out, bouncing a little as they settled on her chest, finally freed from her tight, white t-shirt. Blood rushed through me as I hungrily took her in.
“No, but I think you’re fixing for a whooping, girl, with a mouth like that,” I replied, pulling my shirt off over my head and tossing it in the hay. Ellen smiled naughtily. “Take off your shorts.”
She did as she was told, stripping fully naked while the three of us watched. Charlotte leaned back and relaxed into the show while Jordan sat up straighter so as not to miss a thing.
“Turn around,” I demanded.
Ellen turned around, revealing her perfect ass—with her little white and blond rabbit tail, cute as a button, protruding from her tailbone.
“I think she needs to be spanked,” Charlotte said lazily, leaning over to nip at my earlobe.
“I think you’re right,” I agreed, standing up and maneuvering Ellen so she was leaning on a hay bale, her ass high in the air. I stroked down her tail and watched the goosebumps raise on her arms before I spanked her hard, leaving a pink handprint on her ass.
Ellen moaned, pushing her curvy backside higher in the air.
“Again, please,” she begged.
I couldn’t help but comply, spanking her another time and feeling hardness bulge up in my jeans as she moaned in pleasure.
“I think she likes that too much,” Charlotte said, biting her lip. “Maybe you should do it harder.”
“You like watching, mama?” I asked, dropping to my knees before her in a trance. I slid her shorts and panties down as she pulled off her shirt. She looked like a goddess from ancient Greece, her olive skin glowing in the lamplight, her long dark hair flowing out behind her pregnant frame—the picture of fertility. I kissed the wetness between her legs, feeling her pulsing on my lips. The taste of her got me so hard I was in a sudden frenzy to fuck—but I knew I’d thank myself later if I savored this. Life was too stressful outside of the barn at that moment. I wanted to make this brief respite last.
Pulling my mouth away from Charlotte’s delicious pussy, I returned to the patiently waiting Ellen, running my fingertips along the red mark on her ass.
“Jordan,” I commanded, still staring at Ellen. “Get mommy ready for me.”
The bat-girl immediately positioned herself between Charlotte’s legs, licking her pussy while Charlotte leaned back into the hay. The cat-girl breathed heavily as she stared up at me—and I didn’t need our secret language to read her mind.
Gripping Ellen’s tail in my left hand, I slapped her ass again—hard, making the rabbit-girl squeal and gasp with pleasure. Watching her ass reverberate under my hand, her soft tail between my fingers, I knew I had to be inside of her as soon as humanly possible.
I unzipped my pants and extracted my cock, bulging and hard with desire, angling it into Ellen’s gaping, wet pussy with one hand while I anchored myself onto her tail with my other. A gasp of shock reverberated down Ellen’s body as I entered her roughly, but I knew that, of all my girls, Ellen wanted to be fucked the roughest. That was part of her charm.
Caught up in desire, I pulled Ellen’s ample ass back and forth with her tail, slamming her into my cock while she gripped onto the hay bale in front of her. A stream of gasping moans escaped her as I pounded, until I could just make out one word within her pleasure— “Jonas, Jonas, Jonas, Jona-a-a-a-a-a-as!”
I rammed into Ellen harder and faster as her body convulsed around my cock, her pussy gripping me tightly while I white knuckled her tail. Not nearly finished making the curvy rabbit-girl explode just yet, I kept fucking her—until another orgasm mounted the last, and she gasped and moaned in a volcanic climax, tears streaming down her face. Finally, she collapsed into the hay, and I pulled out of her gently, kissing her lightly on the cheek while she recovered in shivers.
My cock twitched as I shifted my attention to Charlotte, Jordan still dutifully licking her ready for me.
“You’ve done very good, darlin’,” I told Jordan, eyeing Charlotte’s pussy greedily as Jordan pulled away from it.
“Don’t let her go unrewarded,” Charlotte admonished. “Jordan deserves a treat for her hard work.”
I chuckled at Charlotte’s insistence on being a house mother even in this setting. “You’re right,” I agreed, smiling. Two words every woman loves to hear, my father always taught me.
And Charlotte was no exception. After hearing that, she sat up smartly and pulled Jordan onto her lap, eyeing me all the while.
“Kiss me while daddy watches,” she commanded, pulling Jordan’s face to hers.
Charlotte knew me better than any of the girls—and she knew exactly what turned me on. I could have lost it right there if I didn’t calm myself down thinking about tractor maintenance. My cock began to twitch with anticipation as I watched the two girls’ tongues mingling, their eyes opening to look at me while they made out. Finally, knowing I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, I stood up in front of them.
“Kiss daddy’s cock,” I told Jordan.
The bat-girl grinned eagerly and dove in.
Jordan had what I would describe as a perfectly healthy addiction to sucking my cock. I’d even had to stop her from trying to wake me up every damn morning with a blowjob—it wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate it, but it got a little difficult to start my day after a while. The girl was so good she’d send me right back to sleep half the time.
I knew sucking me would be her ultimate reward—but it wouldn’t last long, with how good she happened to be at it.
Jordan licked her luscious lips before sliding them down the rim of my cock, activating nerves I didn’t even know I had down there. Her small hands cupped my balls while she took me deep in her throat, gagging on my shaft while she looked up at me innocently with her small black eyes. My fingers knotted in her short hair, and I fucked her throat until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
The tip of Jordan’s tongue ran along the bottom of my shaft as I pulled myself slowly from her mouth, and she stared after me longingly as I moved to Charlotte, who had already positioned herself on all fours on the hay.
Tonight, she would be my mare. And I would be a stallion.
I mounted her easily, grabbing the base of her long black cat-tail and running the tip of my cock along the rim of her pussy while she moaned. When I slid into her, it felt like going home—back to a place so familiar it could never be wrong. I fucked her deeply and passionately, giving way fully to pleasure, cupping her huge, swollen breasts as I pushed myself back and forth into her pussy. It wasn’t long before I came violently inside of her, roaring like a bear into the barn rafters while I emptied a massive load inside Charlotte’s fertile pussy. She panted in ecstasy as I slowed down, feeling our heartbeats pounding together through our skin.
The four of us collapsed together into the hay—tired, wrung out, and deeply satisfied. Charlotte buried her head in my neck and purred gently while Ellen burrowed into my other side, and Jordan curled up between my legs.
“Do you guys think Benny and Leaf have put their scale model away yet?” Ellen asked.
We all burst into delirious laughter, the kind that only comes after you’ve completely exhausted yourself in every possible way.
“I hope to God,” I replied, sending us all into another fit.
I sighed and closed my eyes, focusing only on this—the way I felt when my girls and I were safe and together. Sure, after Lara foiled our plans for peace talks in the forest, the night had ultimately been a failure. But, somehow, in this moment, it felt like a roaring success.
Chapter
Twenty
The next day, the rain started.
It was the kind of rain that came and just kept coming—falling in great silver sheets until the fields went muddy and the animals went back to sleep in the barn. The kind of rain that doesn’t care what plans you made for the day, that doesn’t want you seeing the stars or looking out on the horizon. The kind of rain that coops thirty some people all inside, that makes you realize you’ve played every board game in the house about two dozen times before.
I stepped up onto the ladder in the kitchen, reaching to the ceiling to see what could be done about the persistent leak that had us keeping old pots all over the floor to catch the drops. They were coming down faster and harder the longer the rain went on, wearing down the ceiling. Sooner or later I’d have to climb out on the roof to patch it—I just hoped it wouldn’t have to be at the same time lightning was threatening to strike outside.
“Jonas?”
The sound of my name jolted me—I turned too quickly, banging my head on the cabinet door behind me.
“Dammit to hell,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my head. “What’d’ya need, Blossom?”
The tall wolf-girl hugged herself, dressed in a pair of Charlotte’s tight black pants and a small white tank top from Alexis that she kept pulling down to cover her midriff.
“I need to talk to you about something,” Blossom declared.
I exhaled. Those words never preceded something good, like I made too much pie, or I’m dying to give someone a blowjob and you were the closest breathing man.
I stepped down off the ladder and faced her.
“What is it, darlin?”
“It’s about Lara…” she started, her purple eyes casting down as she mentioned her twin sister. Behind her, I noticed another leak had started on the opposite corner of the kitchen. I’d have to work on patching that one too.
“What about her?” I asked, feeling impatient.
Blossom exhaled. “I fear that—”
“Jonas?!”
Whoever said my name like that couldn’t wait—I left Blossom standing in the kitchen, pushing past the throng of girls in the living room into a crowd forming by the stairs.
“Out of the way!” I commanded, and everyone retreated to reveal Ellen on the floor, cradling Charlotte in her arms.
I dropped to my knees at once and pulled the cat-girl to me, my heart pounding as I felt her forehead—cold and clammy, her eyelids fluttering.
“What happened?” I demanded, checking her pulse.
“She said she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to go upstairs to lie down,” Ellen told me, fear widening her blue eyes. “Before she even made it up one step she fainted. Luckily I was close enough to catch her on the way down.”
I nodded at Ellen, grateful beyond belief she had been around.
“Can you hear me, darlin?” I asked, pushing damp locks of Charlotte’s dark hair out of her face.
