07. Unexpected Dev-elopments, page 7
part #7 of Apocalypse Gates Series
Susan’s expression softened and she sniffled. “I knew you’d be a good man.”
“Whoa, slow down the waterworks,” Alvin said. “I can make an inappropriate joke or comment on your obvious assets, if that’ll help.”
Susan laughed and wiped at her eyes. “Still the same asshole regardless of stats. I’d kill you if you did the second one right now, though.”
“Fair enough. Look, the item was a bonus, for all intents and purposes. Why don’t you come up with a number and send it via the kiosk? You can do installments if you want, and don’t feel like you have to try to give us the full price, either. Consider the lesser price a bridal and baby shower gift.”
Susan shook her head. “Really rubbing off on you... Okay, I’ll arrange things.”
Alvin pulled the item out and set it on her desk. “Here you go.”
Susan picked it up, putting it into her bag. “I’ll hand it off later. Are you going to stay for dinner?”
“Have dinner plans in Beatty already. We’ll be back before too long, though.”
Susan rose to her feet and came around the desk. “Okay. We’ll have dinner when you do come back.”
“Sold,” Alvin said as he went to her and gave her a gentle hug. “I’ll step into the hall before leaving. You take care of yourself, and the baby.”
“I will. Thank you.”
Chapter Eight
Alvin walked into the base after fast traveling back to Beatty. “Jarvis, where are they?”
“Welcome home, sir. I believe they’ve been in the training room since you left.”
“Really? Huh, thought they’d be in the dungeon.”
“I’ll be retiring early tonight, sir, since you’ll be having dinner in Beatty.”
“Works. Have a good night.”
Heading to the training room, Alvin stopped in the medical bay first. The machine was still working hard on the DNA it’d been given. Taking a few minutes to play with the interface, Alvin chuckled as he changed the process from broad applications to a narrow one.
Smiling, he left the medical bay behind and went into the training room. He was in a small, empty room with a door across from him. “Different...” Alvin muttered as he went to the door, discovering that it was locked. Pushing the button beside the door, he tried again, but it was still locked.
“Hero?” Gothy’s voice came from beside the button.
“Do you think Jarvis would be likely to bother you?”
“You didn’t bring anyone with you, right?”
“There is only Zuul.”
“Hang on,” Gothy laughed.
After a little bit of time, there was a distinctive click of a lock being opened. With a chuckle, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Blackness filled the room, with only the light from the smaller room giving any illumination.
“Gothy?”
“Shut the door, Hero.”
Intrigued at the lengths to which she was going to keep her secret as long as possible, Alvin did as she said. When the door shut, the sound of the lock locking again made Alvin wonder why she felt the need for it to be locked. A dim light lit up, showing him that there was a comfortable-looking chair a few feet to his left. His name was embroidered in the fabric, so he did as Gothy obviously wanted and took a seat.
Soft lights pierced the darkness, illuminating the trio of beauties Alvin loved as the light above his seat went out. Gothy smiled at where Alvin sat, giving him a wink just before music began to play.
Alvin sat entranced as the women launched into a choreographed dance routine. A collection of some of his favorite songs played as they ground against each other and made out in time to the music. Each song brought them closer and closer to where he sat, and their clothing kept changing into skimpier and skimpier outfits.
Alvin was so focused on Gothy standing behind Mousie, fondling the nude Elf and nibbling on her ears, that he lost track of Desiree. He suddenly remembered she was there when two strong hands tilted his head up, and soft lips met his with hunger. Reaching up, he put his hand behind her head to keep her in place so he could kiss her back.
“Hero, dismiss your clothes,” Gothy said with a heated voice.
His clothing vanished, though Alvin never stopped kissing Desiree. He let out a deep moan as two tongues began to duel over his hard cock. His moan cut off briefly in surprise when the chair he was in was suddenly replaced by a soft, flat surface. Before he got a chance to question it, Desiree had moved so her wet slit was above his mouth. Alvin needed no further invitation— he eagerly lapped at her sex while the other two continued to work on his firm flesh.
Desiree ground against his mouth minutes later as she orgasmed. Alvin never stopped his attentions to her, trying to bring her to a second orgasm, but Desiree staggered away from him on shaky legs.
“Come back here, and I’ll—! Fuck!” Alvin started, but grunted the expletive as a mouth finally engulfed his rigid length.
“Yes. Yes, you will,” Gothy laughed as she swung her leg up and over his face, pushing her dripping pussy down to his mouth. “First, though, we’re all going to get an orgasm from your mouth.”
Alvin moaned into her sex as he licked at her with eagerness.
“Oh, yes... thank you, Desiree,” Gothy said breathlessly when Desiree began to pinch and roughly play with Gothy’s hard nipples. “All while we watch our devoted wife try to get him to orgasm before I do, because as soon as I do, she has to switch places with me.”
Mousie was doing her very best to prove Gothy right. She was bobbing up and down Alvin’s shaft with urgency, pausing every third descent to suck hard at the thick cock in her mouth.
“Stop him,” Gothy panted when Alvin reached for Mousie’s head.
Desiree caught his wrists, preventing him from getting to Mousie’s ears, and pulled one of his hands over to her pussy. “Here, Hero... if you have to play with something, play with me.”
Alvin grunted in frustration and pleasure, as Gothy was nearly suffocating him. Mousie wasn’t actually trying to get him off, but instead keeping him right on the edge of orgasm without pushing him over. Alvin had been trying to change that when Desiree intercepted his hands and made him work on her instead. Alvin had had enough— he’d been playing gentle-rough with Gothy, but now, he clamped down on her clit and lightly chewed it with his lips.
Gothy moaned loudly and raked her nails across his chest as she pushed against his mouth. The only reason her thighs didn’t crush his head was because of the soft cushion he was resting on. Her toes curled as she rode out her orgasm and, with an explosive exhale, she pushed off him, nearly throwing herself backward to get away from him.
Alvin panted hard, as he’d been denied oxygen while she came. That panting turned to disappointed growling when Mousie’s mouth released his aching cock. “Fuck, Mousie! Why?”
“Because we agreed,” Desiree said as she stepped down to swing her leg over his waist.
“Agreed to w—?” Alvin tried to ask, but Mousie replaced Gothy and cut him off.
Alvin clamped down on her sex roughly, intent on making her cum as quickly as possible. Mousie let out her pleasured squeak, eyes rolling back as she surrendered her body to him. Alvin lost track of what he was doing for a brief moment when Desiree grabbed his cock and pushed down with her hips. A deep guttural growl of pleasure came from both Desiree and Alvin as she quickly impaled herself on his manhood.
“Yes... work him,” Gothy panted, moving back to her lover, “but not too much, Desiree. Remember what we agreed on.”
“Yes, Gothy... I know… but, fuck…” She stopped fucking Alvin with a disappointed hiss and clamped her hands onto his thighs.
“Remember the punishment if you fail,” Gothy reminded her. “Mousie has to orgasm before he does.”
“Help her, please,” Desiree gasped as she stayed as still as she could. She pressed down on Alvin’s thighs hard, trying to restrict his ability to thrust up into her. “He’s nearly frantic.”
“We wanted him to understand how we get when he plays with us,” Gothy said soothingly. “He might not love it as much as we do, but it’ll help him understand more.”
“Gothy... please! My ears...” Mousie squeaked. “He knows, he knows! Please!”
“Okay, my beautiful toy,” Gothy purred, moving to stand behind Mousie. “Watch our other wife trying to stop our husband from fucking her silly.”
“I am,” Mousie moaned. “I want it, too.”
“We all do, every day, every hour,” Gothy said. “We’re making sure he can better understand our deep needs for him and each other. I know he knows, but knowing and understanding can be different.”
“Yes!” Mousie nearly shouted the word as her legs trembled and her eyes rolled back in her head again.
Desiree let go of Alvin’s legs and began to hammer her hips into his when she heard Mousie orgasm. “Fill me, Hero!”
Alvin flooded her with his cum only a moment after he was allowed to fuck her again. His moan of pleasure was suddenly audible when Gothy lifted Mousie from his mouth.
Desiree never slowed, her hips continuing to demand more from him as he slammed his hips up to meet hers. Alvin’s hands clamped down onto her thighs, driving them together even more. Desiree whimpered lightly and bent forward to claim his mouth with her own. Both of them moaned into the kiss when a tongue licked at their joining, cleaning up the mess that was being made.
“Mousie, come help,” Gothy said, pausing only briefly in her attentions to order her submissive lover.
“Yes, Gothy,” Mousie said.
The bench Alvin was laying on shifted slightly under him, allowing Gothy and Mousie equal access. Desiree let out a deep moan and sat up abruptly, her hands slamming into Alvin’s chest as her hips hammered into his.
“Hero,” Desiree moaned as the orgasm flooded her.
Alvin was shocked when Desiree was suddenly plucked from him. He started to sit up, only to find Gothy over him. “Mine,” Alvin growled and grabbed her hips.
“Always,” Gothy moaned. She was barely able to line up with him before he slammed her down, impaling her as deeply as he could. “Always yours, Hero!”
Alvin held her there, pummeling her for a minute, before he pulled her down to him and rolled them over. Alvin grinned when Gothy let out a surprised intake of breath as they left the cushioned bench, falling the few inches to the floor.
“Mine, and how I want it,” Alvin said from above her. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them above her head.
Gothy’s eyelids fluttered as Alvin took her. She tried twice to yank her hands free, but Alvin held her with bruising force, which only heightened her pleasure. She was floating in her own head as she came time and time again.
Alvin finally stopped, having orgasmed a second time, and pushed himself off her. “Good... girl,” he panted.
“Hero? Is it my turn?” Mousie asked.
Looking at her, he smiled. Mousie was bent over a padded bar, her ass in the air and wiggling an invitation to him. Desiree was moving away from Mousie, licking her lips and giving Alvin a wink as she went toward Gothy.
“Yes, Mousie, it’s your turn,” Alvin said. His cock had started to soften, but it firmed back up when she’d gotten his attention.
“I’ll clean our gothic succubus up,” Desiree said.
“Thank you, Desiree,” Alvin smiled as he positioned himself behind Mousie. “I’ll give our submissive Elf what she needs.”
“Please...” Mousie said softly. “Rough and fast.”
Alvin chuckled as he spanked her firm ass. “I know, Mousie... I know.” One hand went to her hip and the other caught her hair, forcing her to bow her neck. “You’re mine, too.”
“Yes!” Mousie squeaked when Alvin pushed into her.
Desiree cast a glance at them, sadness filling her gaze for a moment, as she was the only one Alvin hadn’t called his. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Alvin staring at her.
“You’re mine, too, Desiree,” Alvin said as he pounded himself into Mousie. “I’ll be having you again once she’s had hers. I’m going to lay you out so Gothy and Mousie can play with you when it’s your turn.”
Desiree’s heart surged and she nodded. “As my husband demands, so I will obey.”
“Now, start cleaning Gothy up. We have hours before dinner.”
Chapter Nine
Alvin stretched as he left the shower, where his wives were still washing up. He’d been surprised that the training room had been spotless once it had been shut down, and it made him happy that they hadn’t left a mess behind.
The wine bottle on the table caught his eye, and he went to check it. Picking up the note beside it, he read:
Sir,
Shawn won’t drink any, but Marie, Laurel, and their husbands will. Please take this with my thanks for them communicating with me.
Jarvis
Pocketing the wine, Alvin shook his head. “Will do, buddy.”
“You didn’t give us enough time to scrub you down, Hero,” Gothy said, coming out of the bathroom behind him.
“I think you three had enough time dictating what could be done with and to me,” Alvin said.
“You enjoyed it,” Gothy said.
“It was different and fun,” Alvin admitted. “I don’t care for denial play, though.”
“We’ll keep that in mind,” Gothy said. “Never got the chance to ask, but how did the talk with Susan go?”
“Good. I gave her the item. She’ll find a way to pay us back.”
“Thought you might do that. Decided the goodwill was better than XP upfront?”
“Susan and the others have been good to us, and honestly, Betty and the others are probably the most advanced medical staff we know, so they’d have the best chance to find a good use for it.”
“True.”
“I would’ve lost,” Desiree admitted as they came out of the bedroom.
“Yes,” Mousie giggled.
“What’s up?” Alvin asked.
“She thought Gothy would be on her knees again,” Mousie explained.
“Not in the living room,” Gothy said. “This is family space, and Jarvis might come out. He’s asked us not to go too far with him in the room, and I respect him enough to concede to that wish.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that was a rule,” Desiree said. “I’ll do the same.”
“Pretty sure we discussed that before you joined us,” Alvin said. “Oh, before I forget: the DMV can be focused on specific parts of DNA. I have it pulling mental resistance from the terror worm instead of just generalized DNA.”
“No tentacles for us,” Gothy snickered.
“Hopefully not, but that doesn’t preclude it having an odd side effect,” Alvin said. “We’ll see what might happen once it’s done getting the information.”
“Does that mean we could’ve had scales instead of skin?” Mousie asked.
“Possibly? I didn’t check for that, since I prefer smooth skin.”
“Don’t we all,” Gothy laughed.
“Since we’re all here, let’s get going,” Alvin said. “Gothy, take Turtle out. I’m going to take the Bradley out. This way, Shawn and the others can see the firepower that we can bring.”
“That makes sense,” Gothy said, just before her stomach rumbled. “And food, please?”
“That’s why we’re going,” Alvin said, hooking an arm around her waist and making her walk. “Come on. The sooner we’re there, the sooner we eat.”
“Sold!” Gothy laughed as she let him guide her.
~*~*~
Alvin chuckled when he saw the wide eyes of dozens of people watching the two vehicles pull into the area designated for cars. Parking the Bradley, he killed the engine and climbed out of the driver’s position.
Mousie triggered the ramp door in the back, walking calmly out with Desiree beside her. “Hero, should we leave the ramp down?”
“Might as well. Let them get a good look. It’s not like they can take off with it, and if they damage it, Shawn will make sure they pay for it.”
“Making an entrance?” Shawn asked from the porch of the main building.
“Wanted to show what we’ll be bringing for the party,” Alvin replied. People were wandering toward the vehicles and Alvin raised his hands and whistled. “Hey, listen up. You can check out the vehicles, but if you damage them, I’ll have your blood.”
“Dinner was just called. You can look them over after,” Shawn said. “I’m calling a meeting for the hunters that are back after dinner, too.”
