Homestead Harem 2, page 20
“How’d we get so lucky?” Charlotte asked me as I sat down next to her in bed, kicking my wet boots onto the floor and wrapping my arm around her.
“No idea,” I replied chuckling, looking up at the rest of my girls gathered around the bed.
Each one of them stared at John with such pure love and devotion that I knew for a fact they’d protect him with their lives, just as I knew I would lay down my life for any of them. Alexis smiled woozily at the feat she’d accomplished today, Ellen had pulled Jordan into her side, and Sophia just smiled warmly at the scene, her hazel eyes shining. We were a family, an ever-growing unit that could not be broken by anything.
There may have been a war going on outside, but, in that room, at that moment, all we knew was peace.
Chapter
Thirty-Two
Blossom warned us that Maven’s reaction to the news of Lara’s death would come in two parts.
First, she would mourn. For how long, Blossom couldn’t say. All she knew is that her mother would lock herself alone in a room and not emerge until her sadness had passed unobserved and morphed into something she could actually use: rage.
Then came part two. That’s when she would formulate her plan and strike. Maven worked best when she was angry, Blossom told us. What exactly we should expect, again, Blossom couldn’t say.
“She succeeds because she adapts,” Blossom explained, popping a strawberry into her mouth. “She never uses the same strategy twice. Her attacks are always based purely around her enemy’s weaknesses.”
“Can we not talk about Maven right now—just once? Just this one time?”
It was Alexis, whose head was resting in my lap. Up until a few seconds ago, she’d looked peaceful—almost asleep—the afternoon sun lighting up the freckles on her face. Now she was frowning in annoyance.
“Surprisingly enough, I agree with Alexis,” Ellen said, prompting the fox-girl to raise up from my lap and shove the rabbit-girl playfully. “This is supposed to be our last normal celebration before shit hits the fan. No offense, Blossom.”
“None taken,” the wolf-girl said, laying back on the large picnic blanket we’d spread out amidst the tall grasses and wildflowers beyond the fields. She folded her long arms behind her head, closing her eyes with a pleasant smile on her face. “I’ll happily shut up now.”
“Thank you,” Alexis said haughtily, lying back down in my lap.
I chuckled. Today was good.
The girls had surprised me with this little picnic after a long day of building—the new house more than halfway up. Leaf’s engineering skills had moved us forward quickly, and I was happy to not have to be fully in charge of a project for once. My favorite phrase these days was I don’t know, ask Leaf. But all the girls on the farm still insisted on coming to me first.
We passed around a large plate of blueberries, blackberries, and strawberries picked only that morning, all of us relaxing into what had to be one of the last truly warm days of summer. If calendars still existed, I’d wager it was September 1st. To my right, Charlotte leaned into my side with John sleeping peacefully in her arms. Sophia had already knitted the baby a onesie with a large blue J stitched onto the front and was working on a second one now, her long knitting needles clicking together quietly as she worked. I beamed down at my son in pride, and Charlotte kissed my cheek sleepily.
“I think me and this little guy need a nap,” she declared, handing him to me while she stood up. Since giving birth, Charlotte had already put herself on a strict training regiment, determined to be back in fighting shape and leading our forces again within weeks. I secretly had Jordan monitoring her to make sure she wasn’t overdoing it—but I had to admit: my girl already looked damn good.
John squirmed in my arms a little, hiccuping and then settling back into sleep. I made to stand up and join Charlotte, but she waved me off, instead scooping up our child and smiling down at me.
“Stay, please,” she said. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Easier said than done, darlin,” I replied, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
Charlotte rolled her emerald eyes.
“Stay,” she insisted. “Enjoy the afternoon. We’ll be there when you get back.”
“Yeah, don’t leave us just yet, Jonas,” Sophia chimed in, crawling over to take the empty spot by my side. The squirrel-girl had been more grateful than ever in the past week to be part of our little family, expressing whenever and however she could how happy she was to be with us. Charlotte looked down at the two of us, winking at me so quickly I was sure I was the only one who caught it.
“You guys have fun,” she said, turning around and carrying John back toward the house, singing a quiet lullaby to him as she went.
Leaving me and five beautiful mutant girls lounging on our blanket in the sun, the tall grass obscuring us from view from the rest of the farm.
“Damn, this sure beats afternoons at the old place, eh, Soph?” Blossom said lazily, not opening her eyes while she lounged and suntanned.
“Yeah,” Sophia snorted. “I mean, only if you prefer picnics over fighting for expired cans of beans.”
“That was a joke, right?” Alexis said, sitting up from my lap again. “Like, you wouldn’t actually fight over an old can of beans. Would you?”
Blossom just raised her eyebrows, her lids still closed.
“Something tells me it’s very real,” Jordan replied. “After seeing the encampment the other day…”
The bat-girl shuddered, remembering the desolate wasteland of Maven’s camp.
“Yeah, Maven thought if we fought for our food we’d learn to appreciate it more,” Sophia said flatly. “Mostly it just made me associate eating with bruising. Figures.”
I pulled the squirrel-girl into my lap, feeling her bushy tail tickle up my arm.
“Let’s try to fix that, shall we?” I said, popping a strawberry into her mouth. She bit down on the juicy berry gratefully, smiling at me as she did. I kissed the corner of her lip where a bit of sweet red juice remained.
“Bloss,” Sophia said suddenly, swallowing her strawberry. “You know that thing we were talking about last night?”
The wolf girl smiled from her lounging position, not opening her eyes.
“Yes, as a matter of fact I do,” she said. “Why do you ask?”
“Well…” Sophia said, rubbing her nose lightly against my shoulder. The squirrel-girl was cute in a way I could barely process. “I think now would be a perfect time to do it.”
“What are y’all talking about?” I asked. “And why is it making me nervous?”
“It shouldn’t,” Sophia said, kissing my neck playfully and crawling off my lap. Behind her, Blossom had gotten up, crawling toward me suggestively, her perky breasts almost fully visible with her loose tank top hanging low. I could see her ass swinging behind her in her crawl, her back arched like a cat, her wolf tail curved upwards.
“I just was telling Soph that I had been thinking lately…” Blossom started, a blush spreading across her cheeks, “...that I’d really like to show you how much I appreciate you, Jonas.”
The wolf-girl sat down in front of me then, cocking her head innocently, reminding me of a dog jonesing for a treat. Her gray wolf ears being perked up didn’t help.
“You know, Blossom, I happen to think that’s an amazing idea,” said Ellen, purposely leaning towards me with her arms pressing her huge breasts together. She knew one look at her ample chest always got me horny—and today was not the exception.
Suddenly, all the girls were on their knees and facing me, Jordan going so far as to pull her tight black t-shirt off over her head to reveal her perfect milky white tits.
So this was happening.
Best. Picnic. Ever.
Before I knew it, five girls were pulling my clothes off, rubbing their hands greedily across my skin and making my senses light up all over. In seconds, I was naked and lying on my back on the blanket, the afternoon sunlight warming my skin.
Sophia sat behind me and placed my head gently in her lap, her careful fingers massaging my scalp and running gently across my face like gusts of warm summer wind. When I opened my eyes, she was staring lovingly down at me, that usual expression on her face—like I was a god or something, like there was nothing else worth looking at in the whole universe but me.
Meanwhile, Alexis and Ellen had taken their places on either side of me, both gently tickling my arms and kissing my chest. Every so often, they would meet in the middle to kiss each other gently, always making sure I was watching when they did. I shuddered, unsure my body was even able to handle this amount of pleasure coming from so many directions.
Blossom and Jordan were both below my legs and were kissing around my thighs, moving closer and closer to my rod as it grew significantly larger and harder.
I had to admit I’d fantasized in the back of my mind about Blossom…pushing her against a tree in the forest, turning her around, fucking her roughly. But I had no idea my fantasies could actually become a reality.
Finally, just as I felt I’d burst from anticipation, Blossom’s mouth surrounded the tip of my cock, sucking it gently and running her tongue along the ridge. I shivered, making the girls giggle. Alexis tweaked my nipple with her fingers, flicking it playfully with her tongue. So it was going to be like this, eh?
I didn’t mind it. After going, going, going so much in the last few weeks, I was happy to slow things down.
And Blossom, God love her, seemed dead set on torturing me with the slow circles of her tongue around my stiff cock, working agonizingly slow. I didn’t think it was possible to get this hard from just the tip of my cock being caressed, but Blossom proved it.
It didn’t hurt that Jordan had managed to wedge herself between my legs, licking my balls gently with the tip of her skillful tongue. It felt like everywhere on my body, someone was tickling, licking, caressing…and if I closed my eyes, I could almost convince myself I was laying on a cloud in heaven.
But looking down at Blossom was too tempting. The wolf-girl made a point to stare up at me with those mesmerizing violet eyes while she sucked my cock, tantalizing me with her long tongue, working down my shaft one centimeter at a time.
“You girls tryin’ to kill me?” I breathed, dropping my head back down into Sophia’s laugh while they all giggled.
“No,” Blossom said, then ran the tip of her long tongue up the bottom of my cock again from base to tip. “I’m trying to take you to heaven and back again.”
All the girls seemed to be on board for this mission.
Needing to do something—anything—to release some of this built up tension, I reached my right hand out to Alexis’ pussy, sliding two fingers up her soaking wet entrance.
The fox-girl moaned in pleasure, immediately bouncing up and down on my hand. It offered some relief—but mostly just made me even more horny.
Blossom could very well be trying to kill me.
“Please, Bloss,” I begged. “C’mon. Please, darlin’. Please.”
I’d never been reduced to begging like this before, and the girls knew it—Blossom flashed me a wicked grin, and they all looked positively giddy.
“He is being very polite,” Ellen said, pressing her huge, pillowy tits against my chest to kiss up my neck, biting my ear playfully. She pulled away. “Maybe we should show him some mercy.”
Sophia’s hands slid down the sides of my head to my neck, then lower, until her fingers were splaying out on my chest. I could smell her sex, warm and potent beneath my head.
“Whatever you say,” Blossom finally cooed.
And then the wolf-girl really got started.
Blossom took my cock in her mouth like she’d been starving for it for days—hell, for all I know, she had been. Despite my size, she took me all the way to the back of her throat, sucking me so tightly my fingers curled inside Alexis, making the fox-girl moan and bounce even faster on my hand. My other hand found Ellen’s ass, squeezing the ample flesh tightly while fireworks exploded in my brain at Blossom’s mouth around my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Bloss,” I swore, unable to contain myself. I felt my vision blurring, my veins rushing with blood.
Suddenly, the wolf-girl sat up, smiling naughtily at me and wiping her mouth. The sudden halt gave me whiplash.
“Soph, do you remember what you were saying last night?” Blossom asked, her voice lilting suggestively.
I was so washed down in pleasure I could barely follow what was going on. But the girls didn’t need to explain it—instead just jumping into action, Ellen replacing Sophia behind my head and Sophia replacing Blossom between my legs.
“She’s been thinking about fucking you pretty much every second of every day,” Blossom revealed, making Sophia blush.
I looked up at the squirrel-girl, who’d already tugged off her clothes. Her small body was tanned and perfect, her little ears perky and cute, her button nose charming.
Suddenly, I wanted to give her the world.
“Well, well, well,” I said, sitting up. “If that’s the case, then lie down, darling.”
Sophia didn’t need to be asked twice. She lay down on her back, and I lifted my head from Ellen’s lap, crawling on top of the squirrel-girl and sliding my dangerously hard cock directly into her sopping wet entrance. She squeaked a little as I entered her, then wrapped her arms and legs tightly around my body for dear life.
I tried to fuck Sophia in a way that showed her how much I cared for her. How much I already considered her an inextricable part of our little group.
And I also fucked her with wild, feral abandon, because—hey, I’d already been taken to a point of no return.
The girls knelt around us and watched admiringly while I rammed my cock in and out of Sophia, the squirrel-girl whimpering in ecstasy as I did. Before long, I knew we were both on the edge of bursting—my hips ramming into hers faster and faster, harder and harder, needing beyond anything to shoot my seed deep inside the cute little squirrel-girl and show her she was all mine.
With a roar of intense pleasure, I came inside Sophia, feeling her pussy contract around my cock as she exploded too. She buried her screams in my body, biting down on my shoulder and digging her nails into my back as the explosion took her from within. I rammed my cock into her again and again as waves of electrifying pleasure roared through me, my sweat mingling with her sweat, my body wringing out and emptying completely inside of her.
When we were both finished twitching and convulsing, I pulled out of Sophia slowly, gently. Immediately, the other four girls dove between my legs to lick up the rest of my seed. Sophia smiled deliriously at me, looking like she wouldn’t be able to remember her own name if I asked.
“Well, damn, girls, if I knew it’d be like this we’d be having picnics every day,” I joked, lying back with my arms folded behind my head, the sun warming my suddenly extremely relaxed body.
The girls laughed, all finding a way to rest their heads on me somewhere, forming a warm, naked pile of bodies in the grass.
The day was perfect. There was nothing in the world that could possibly change how I felt in this—
“Jonas!”
The voice came from beyond the fields—Benny, I’d place a bet on. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, praying that there was a world where maybe I had just imagined it.
“Jonas, are you out there?!”
God. Damnit.
“If something’s not on fire or someone’s not bleedin’, I don’t need to hear it!” I shouted back from my position in the pile. The girls giggled, Ellen shoving me for my rude response.
“Ummm,” Benny replied in a shout. “One of Maven’s girls is here! She’s talking to Charlotte!”
I sat up in an instant, finding my clothes in the grass and pulling them on quickly. Within seconds I was pushing my way through the tall grasses, buttoning up my shirt as I jogged down the edge of the fields and toward the front of the house, where I could see Charlotte with John in her arms, speaking quietly to the enemy.
I picked up my pace, not wanting to scare anyone, but uncomfortable with this strange mutant-girl so close to my woman and child. Both of their attention averted to me as I arrived.
“I know you,” I said just as the mutant-girl opened her mouth. “Silvie.”
The small mouse-girl nodded, looking more surprised and out of place than vengeful.
“You remembered my name?” she asked incredulously.
I shrugged. “It’s a pretty name.”
Charlotte smiled at me then, her eyes communicating what the hell is going on? I smiled back: I’ve got this.
“I was just explaining to Silvie here how well the birth went,” Charlotte said politely.
Silvie’s eyes had returned to the baby, staring at John like he was a tiny walrus rather than a human boy.
Charlotte and I both waited for her to speak. She seemed to forget how.
“Why don’t you tell us why you’re here, Silvie?” I asked.
The mouse-girl looked from me to Charlotte to John, making the circle two or three times before she seemed to snap out of her trance.
“I—” she stammered, “I’m here to deliver a message. From Maven.”
I squared myself, trying to mask my disappointment. For a second there, I thought maybe she’d been defecting—another girl come to join our side.
“Well, deliver it then,” I demanded.
Silvie cleared her throat. She opened her mouth, but got distracted looking around at our farm like a starving kid in a candy shop.
“What’s that?” she asked suddenly.
Her eyes were now affixed on the half-erected building to the right of the house.
I paused. I wanted to be cross with her—speak to her like what she was: a representative of our enemy, an envoy sent from Maven herself. But I just couldn’t. She didn’t seem to have a mean bone in her.
“It’s a second house we’re buildin’,” I explained. “We’ve been overflowing in ours, and we need some room for more beds.”
