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Soft movements coming from nearby made Red slowly open his eyes. He noticed that his cock was already hard, so he just thought he was overdue for his morning masturbation before he looked over at the wife he was sleeping next to. Rit’s soft breathing complimented the birds chirping outside and the leaves of the tree next to their house gently waving back and forth. Her curves took over most of the bed they were lying in, from her ample ass and protruding hips to her head-sized breasts resting on top of her fertile swell, which was softly moving; that must’ve been what woke up Red. It’s a feeling I’ve grown used to, but I still love it. Seeing one of his unborn children yearning to be out in the world, yet still craving the safety of its mother’s womb…
Red leaned forward and kissed all over Rit’s stomach, giggling every time his child moved its fist or foot whenever he kissed. “Sorry for disturbing you, little one, but your mother’s just so tantalizing; I want to show her my love, and you my care, every time I wake up.” Deciding he’d disturbed his child enough, he moved his head up to suck on one of Rit’s tits. Having reached the size of her thumb from constantly being suckled, it filled up his mouth even before he began lightly sucking on it, taking in a little milk as a wake-up drink. He didn’t take that much; his children were still growing and he didn’t want to take their mother’s nourishment and love from them.
After a minute or so of sucking, Rit’s eyes finally fluttered open, one of her hands rubbing at her eyes. “Mmm…” Even her waking up was so erotic and tender and open, her legs shifting up and down, her hands naturally moving to cradle her belly, her body leaning back until it met Red’s. “Good morning, Red. You’ve already been playing with my body, haven’t you?”
“It’s an object of worship, one of the great shrines in this household. It would be heresy to treat it so casually.” Red moved some of Rit’s hair back so that he could get a better look at her brilliant baby blue eyes. Even though she wasn’t officially a princess anymore, he still treated her as such, treated all his wives like they were saints descended from the heavens. It’s not like Demis himself needs any more worshipers. “You have a good night’s rest?”
“Mmm, it was very comforting. I had a wonderful dream about you, although I don’t remember too much about it, just that… we were in the middle of a field, you and myself and all the others, watching our children gallivant and play gayly. We just sat there watching; they knew we would be there to protect them no matter what would happen.”
“Sounds like you were dreaming our life.” Red looked down at Rit’s body, feeling himself grow harder. It was a natural impulse to seeing any of his wives, especially when they were so full of life. “There’s still some time before the kids wake up.”
“Mmm, I’ll take up whatever you’re offering.” Rit turned her head up so that she could welcome Red’s kisses. She was perhaps the most passionate kisser of his wives, always eager to return his love and give it back to him three- or fourfold. His hands caressed all over her body, one rubbing her belly up and down so that he could feel the sweat-covered creamy skin, the other squeezing her breast and pulling at the tit, pulling out increasingly-aching moans from Rit. “E-Enough fucking around, Red,” she growled as she moved her head to bite and suck at his neck, “put it in me.”
Red agreed with a growling moan, holding his cock firmly with his hand as he angled it against Rit’s cunt. He slowly but firmly pushed himself inside her, each push bringing out louder and louder moans from Rit. By this point, everyone awake would’ve heard the noises of their fucking, not like it was an unexpected thing to wake up to in this household. Even the children always laughed at the “bang-bang sounds Papa makes with the Mamas.”
Red moved himself upward so that he was kneeling in front of Rit, her feet rolling against his shoulders with every thrust of his cock. This was one of his favorite positions as it let him look at his wives’ pleasure and their curves shaking and quivering under his lustful advances. “A-Ah, Gideon… 5 years and you’re still this vigorous. Will I still be able to take this when I’m 40?”
“Let’s not think too much about our future, at least nothing beyond what we have to do today.” Red leaned forward so that he could kiss all over Rit’s belly and luscious tits while he continued to treat his wife with the love and pleasure she deserved. “The most important time for us is now.”
“Gideon…” Rit cried out as she came, milk pouring out of her well-used teats. “Do you think our fifth will be another son? Or will Utera bless us with another daughter?”
“I just wish for a healthy child.” Red kissed his lover on the lips as he came into her sopping pussy, his life fluid clashing against the barrier protecting his child six months growing. Rit’s body tightened and expanded, her womb seeming to grow a month’s inches and her curves presenting the beauty of a princess who provided the lifeblood of a new nation.
Once all of his semen flowed out of his cock, Red pulled himself out of Rit and helped her out of bed. They seemed to be the last two to wake up, so they walked into their children’s bedroom. Rit got their son Rutison and their daughter Jaeda out of their bed and onto their feet, while Red leaned down and got their sleeping toddler daughters Anna and Alexia out of their crib. Red felt a little sad that he wouldn’t be able to do this much longer with them; Rutison was at the age where he was clear about wanting to get out of bed and starting the morning on his own (as much as he could), while Rit’s girls were close to being too big to carry.
“Dada, dada,” his two girls cooed out as they smiled and patted their tiny hands on his cheeks. Red felt his face warm as he kissed Anna and Alexia on the top of their heads. The adults helped guide or walk their children down the long hallways. Red was consistently thankful for the community of Zoltan for the near-yearly expansion of his house they had to do with every batch of kids they had. Zoltan was thankful for all of the work Red and his wives gave back, between combat training, medical aid, educating both children and adults, working as adventurers when the situation was important or dire enough. Normally, mornings were a rush to get ready and nail down who was responsible for childcare that day, but it was the day of rust, so they had the entire day for themselves.
As they got down the last flight of stairs, Red noticed Theodora and Tisse setting out the plates and cutlery, along with the high chairs and benches that helped the children reach the table. Even with her 7-month bump, Tisse was still flexible enough to reach across the table to make sure things were in place. As she leaned back, she was greeted by a kiss on the back of her neck. A slight flush came to Tisse’s skin as she turned her head with a smile on her face. “Good morning, Red. And good morning, my darling princesses.” Tisse kissed Anna and Alexia on their heads as Red moved them into her arms. “We’ve got a lovely breakfast prepared for you and your siblings, lots of nummies before your day of play.” She moved them into their high chairs with the delicate ease Red had long expected from her. One would’ve never guessed that she was a semi-retired assassin – unless they paid particularly attention to how she held a knife or looked around a room when she first entered it.
“Where’s the rest of the kids?”
“Ruti’s watching them in the living room so that they don’t get underfoot.” Once Tisse got the girls settled into their high chairs, she walked through the kitchen and around another door. “Ruti, we’re ready for breakfast – and Red’s down.”
Firm steps, followed by a tiny stampede, echoed across the house as Red saw Ruti came through the door, carrying her triplets and Tisse’s younger son Darrel while the older kids gathered around her legs. Every time Red saw Ruti in the flesh, he fell in love all over again. His sister, his wife, his partner, his sword and shield. Age and pregnancy had matured her, turned her into a warrior that was capable of winning any battle. Her small, lovely smile lit up as she walked towards Red. “Good morning, Red. I hope you and Rit had a lovely lay.”
“Even when you’re talking about sex, you always make it sound so natural.” Red gave Ruti a deep kiss before ruffling the small head of hair on each of the triplets Ruti was carrying. All of his wives had a naturally high fertility, but Ruti’s fruit was stronger than most, able to carry Jexon, Lisea, and Terron so easily, even when she had to deal with that surprise horde of Nellial’s poltergeists during her eighth month (Red and Tisse had some… words about that fight with Ruti afterwards, along with some massaging and love-making). “The kids treat you well this morning?”
“Mama Ruti ‘s lotsa fun!” Tisse’s son Irzit wrapped his arms around Red’s leg, looking up at his father with that goofy, partially-toothed grin Red loved to see.
“She got scary eyes.” Theodora’s daughter Heroica had a slight pout; she loved Ruti as much as her own mother (all of his kids loved all of his wives; his partners would give their lives for any of the kids) but her own serious nature could clash at times with Ruti’s stoic nature.
“If you want to know about scary eyes, you should hear about the gem beast your father and I once fought. It was the day before your mother found out she was pregnant with you and Museo.”
“I remember that fight quite well. Ruti was already two months pregnant with you, Desau,” Theodora responded as her eyes glanced up at his oldest kid. “I thought the bodily pain and nausea was just from how intense the fight was. But then I performed the test and the wheat grew quickly.” Thedora walked around the long table and picked up Heroica, who fussed in her mother’s arms but still accepted the kiss and hug Theodora gave her.
Next to Ruti, Theodora could’ve passed as her older sister in both appearance and personality, although Theodora was willing to let out her emotions more than Ruti. The crusader was a favorite among the children of the village, both due to her honesty about their abilities and efforts and her empathy about any problems and issues they had that they couldn’t tell anyone else.
“What about Yarandrala?”
“Just finishing up the stew and omelets, darling.” Yarandrala walked into the dining room, apron slightly stained with eggs and her son wrapped against her hip. While their aging and fertility had caused great changes in his other wives over the past five years, for Yarandrala, it only seemed like a month had passed for her. She still possessed the same unnatural, ethereal beauty that entranced Red. Red knew that she had other lovers and would have more after he passed on, but he was just glad that his lifetime happened to cross paths with hers. “You look particularly radiant, Rit. Your belly is carrying well this morning.” Yarandrala walked towards Rit and placed her free hand over Rit’s belly to rub it while she gave Rit a deep kiss.
“Mmm…” Rit’s horniness was getting to her before Red gave her a slap on her butt to bring her back to reality.
“If you wanna keep that belly growing, you need to make sure you eat a full meal rather than just Yarandrala’s spit.” With that, Red and his wives got their children into place at their benches and high chairs. It could be a bit of a hassle with fifteen kids under 5, but Red had learned how to talk to kids quite easily, at least to get them to stay in place for a certain amount of time.
The passing of food and initial minutes of eating went by with little conversation, besides the kids talking about how yummy the food was, until Rutison looked up at him, his long curly golden locks covering part of his golden-blue eyes. “Is Mama Vana OK? She hasn’t eaten down here.”
“Mama Vana’s OK; she’s just in bed until she can have her babies.” Red looked up at Yarandrala. “Were you able to check on Vana this morning?”
“A little bit. She’s dilated a further centimeter, but she hasn’t progressed any further in her labor.” Yarandrala carefully cut up some small pieces of her omelet and dunked it into the stew before feeding it to her son. “She’s complaining about how long everything is taking, but nothing more than you’d expect from a girl four days overdue with quintuplets.”
“Papa, what oberdoo?” Ruti’s daughter Lisea asked as a bit of stew drooled from the corner of her mouth, which Ruti wiped off with a wistful smile.
“Well, a human woman is normally pregnant with a baby for nine months, often shorter if she’s carrying multiple babies. With Vana’s quintuplets, we expected her to give birth a month ago, but she’s still in the early stages of labor; it won’t be a few days until you get to see your new siblings.”
“But what about Mama Yara?” Jaeda asked as she pointed at Yarandrala’s swell. “She’s been forever pregnant.”
“Your father did say human woman. Elf pregnancies last for two years; I’ve got four months left with my pregnancy.” Red was still amazed with how similar yet different elf aging worked. Yarandrala gave birth to their son over three years ago, yet he still remained the youngest-looking and -acting of his children. His son wouldn’t even have a name until he turned ten, as befit elf tradition.
The rest of breakfast passed by peacefully (besides the minor tantrum that was quickly soothed). The older children were sent back into the room to play while the two-year-olds remained to be breastfed by their mothers. They made an agreement not to fully wean their children until they turned three, so their children got a feeding after they finished breakfast and occasionally before they went to sleep in the evening if they were being fussy. It was one of the moments of the day that Red enjoyed the most – the quiet that was only interrupted by soft suckling and fabric rustling, the look of contentment on both mother and child’s faces, the way the air itself seemed to change with a lightening pressure. Red took the time to clean up the table and do the dishes while he thought through what he wanted to do for the day. I’ll help Ruti look over the garden, do the inventory for the apothecary supplies, check on Vana, deal with the bump that was resting against his back.
“Need any help, Red?” Theodora’s rich voice echoed against his ears as she moved to his side, her arms entangling with his own so that he could feel the squish of her chest, the few remaining drops of milk soaking his skin. “Rit and Ruti are spoiling Gallethe, so we’ve got some time for ourselves.”
“I’d always make time for you, no matter what.” Red put down the clean plate he had just finished drying and kissed Theodora. Her strong arms pulled Red’s body flushed against hers, her taut swell and tight muscles inviting Red into giving her everything he could handle. As he continued to kiss her, he reached up and groped Theodora’s emptied breasts, their soft flesh creating moans that echoed against Red’s teeth.
“Red…” Theodora let out a low growl as she beckoned him to continue groping and handle her breasts. “I want you in me, Red. Fuck me, fuck me and fill me with the seed that will beckon on the next generation of warriors.”
Red stopped for a moment as Theodora’s eyes widened over what she said. “I… I’m still stuck in that world, aren’t I?”
“Our past is always with us, Theodora.” Red slowly moved around until he was behind her, letting her long hair rub against his clothes as he pulled down his pants. “Every choice we made, every mistake, every hope and fear… but we don’t have to carry them alone.” Red lifted up Theodora’s dress so that his cock could have easy access into Theodora’s puffy pussy.
As his other wives finished their nursing, they were greeted with the sounds of Red rooting himself into Theodora that made everyone except Rit, who had cum dripping from her the whole morning, aching for their turn. Red, meanwhile, was making sure that his fucking didn’t bump Theodora’s belly too heavily into the sink. It was hard to focus when his hands were moving all over her body – her taut, muscular arms, her bust that begged to be jiggled and groped, her belly that was growing into a powerful obsession on Red’s mind, as all of his wives’ pregnancy did.
Every thrust was met back with a turn of Theodora’s hips and a moan echoing from her lips, the strength from her days of a crusader meaning she could handle any intensity of Red’s fucking with little issue; in fact, she often begged Red to be rough with her when she wasn’t too far along in her pregnancy. Being in her second trimester, Red was only comfortable with spanking her and bending her over so that her stomach was jiggling over the sink.
“Oh, fucking Demis, Red, you get so deep and full into me. I’m gonna come!” Now why rush things so quickly, my wonderful wife? Synchronized Pleasure. Red’s skill activated as his hand rubbed down her spine. Theodora’s anticipated moaning cry turned into a confused cooing as her orgasm built up. “Red… If you deny me pleasure, you’re going to face a fierce battle.”
Theodora’s clapping back turned into sounds of rocks being smashed by hammers and spells. Red had to use minor strength and stability enhancements to prevent himself from being thrown back on the floor. He thrusted forward with such force that he was worried that Theodora’s hands might break through the window she was pressing herself again, but he knew her skin would barely be cut by it.
After another minute of fucking, Red finally reached orgasm, allowing Theodora’s walls to close around him as she cried out in painful ecstasy. Her hips rocked against Red’s, her ass shaking as she looked back at Red, a smug smile on her face. “I told you things would get fierce.”
*
After recovering from his fuck with Theodora and taking inventory of his herbs and medicines for the week ahead, Red took the long walk up to the bedrooms and headed towards Vana’s room. Red softly opened the door, wondering if Vana was asleep. He was half-right, as Vana was recovering from another heavy mid-labor orgasm, with Lavander in her dildo form plunging in and out of Vana’s soaking, puffing pussy.
As soon as Red properly entered the room, Lavender flew out of Vana’s pussy and turned back into her fairy form. Red was always antsy around Lavender after being informed of the whole “chaotic demigoddess fairy who nearly destroyed the world a dozen times” by Yarandrala, but Lavender had been behaving herself since Vana moved into the household and got pregnant. She seemed to appreciate how helpless and needy Vana had been after swiftly swelling up with quintuplets, jacking off over Vana’s face, squirting and dripping fluids all over her mistress, or faux-fucking Vana anytime Red’s cock wasn’t in here, making sure she was staying in bed and resting pleasurably through the pains of swelling and squeezing that were taking over her body.
“It took you long enough, Red, your walking cock! Vana’s been aching for your seed all morning; all I’ve heard her mutter is ‘Warmth, I need Lord Red’s warmth’ and ‘I can’t wait for my babies to hear Lord Red’s voice.’ You’d think she would want to be permanently affixed to your cock.”
“I don’t think I’ve got enough real estate for that if everyone else wants to get into the action. How’s her labor going?”
“Still painful, still ecstatic. She’s always been such a masochistic freak that a week-long labor would leave her in a state of constant orgasm. I almost wonder if she’s using some type of unconscious magic to extend her labor so that she can ride the wave longer.” Lavender shook off the leftover cum that had accumulated on her wings. “Still, I can’t deny that Vana’s looking hot as fuck with how big that belly is. You better get her pregnant again as soon as possible, make this slut’s tits get as big as her head and her hips so wide that she’s unable to walk.”
Red tried his best not to let his mind wander too much down the path and instead decided to ask a question that had been on his mind for a while. “How do archfeys like you reproduce?”
“Well, we don’t have any real genitals to speak of, although our wings can turn us into a gooey mess if you rub them the right way. How we make new archfeys is by creating enough magical destruction that the mana coalesces into a Ketu. You know, I could make a new one if you wanted to make a baby with me, go over to that silly bitch Demon Lord and assfuck his army.”
“I’m intrigued by the offer, but I get the feeling you wouldn’t stop there. Besides, that fight isn’t part of my life anymore; I just want to raise my kids and take care of my family.” Red held some nostalgia for the days when he was the guide to the Hero Ruti – the pleasant exhaustion after a long battle, the various new people and places he got to see, how close he was able to get to Ruti – but he had been increasingly growing frustrated with the notion of classes and the fight against the Demon Lord and Demis’s placement amongst humanity. It was fine to have gifts, sure, but that shouldn’t create the be-all and end-all of a human’s life. Especially when it meant robbing them of their humanity.
“Well, you have your fun with the broodmare. I’ll go downstairs, maybe frig Ruti and Tisse.” Lavender fluttered downstairs, leaving Red alone with Vana’s jiggling, shifting body. Red moved over so that he was sitting next to Vana, feeling the soaked sheets.
“Hey, Vana. I heard your labor’s going well.”
“As well as it can be.” Vana chuckled as she shifted slightly so that she could get a better look at Red. “I hope Lavender hasn’t been making my difficulties in labor sound too lewd. I always heard about women filled with too many babies giving birth too far in advance in the middle of a forest or a meadow, and here I am, my muscles refusing to give release. I can barely even piss without stimulation from Lavender.”
“I can only imagine the intimacy that would ruin.” Red might have overheard a moan or two when Lavender or one of his wives was helping Vana to the chamber pot, but he didn’t talk about that right now. He brushed back Vana’s sweaty locks, looking down at her straining, intense face. It was similar yet different to the first time he saw her face, crying in a voiceless pain that was begging to be there and urged to go away, punish herself for daring to think against her own self-interest. Yarandrala had to put her to sleep with calming magic before they got the story from Lavander – princess of a now-destroyed kingdom, forced to disguise herself and shipped off to a monastery, cursed with the Hero’s Blessing and compelled to follow a path of destruction that she had no interest in pursuing. It took all of her mental energy and Lavender’s magic to get Vana to Zoltan without any major problems. Once she woke up two days later, Vana couldn’t be away from Red for a week, her Priestess Blessing interlocking with her emerging sexual desires to get pregnant with as many of Red’s babies as she could. It took a while for Vana to fully integrate into the family, but she quickly became beloved by the community and the children alike, a valiant warrior and devoted friend. Once she finally got pregnant, she enjoyed every moment of swelling up with a litter of babies, even with the complaints she gave with a blush and a smile.
“Red…” He took himself out of his ruminations as he looked down at Vana’s needy face. “Lavender made me come a few times, but I still need some more loving to get through these contractions.” Vana’s face winced a little bit, a mixture of pain and pleasure flowing through her body from her toes curling and her pussy squirting to her engorged belly shaking and her teats leaking with milk that gave her room a consistent pleasant smell. “Can you fuck me?”
“Always, for you and your babies.” Red positioned himself between Vana’s legs. He couldn’t see his face but his eyes could linger over every curve of her stomach and spurt of milk from her jiggling tits. Red angled her hips up so that he got a clean view of her puffy and soaping pussy, then held his cock in his hand so that he could get inside Vana. Vana’s cunt this far into her pregnancy was the tightest Red ever had to deal with, so tight he was worried at times that his dick would snap off, but also so tight that the pleasure from sex stopped focusing on just his cock and balls and emanated throughout his body, likely how Vana felt as well with every centimeter of growth and every increasing batch of contractions.
Red’s fucking with Vana was slow and loving, with Red devoting lots of time to rubbing Vana’s belly and comforting their children yearning to grow next to their mother. Each thrust was rewarded with a moan from Vana and his lover increasingly tightening her legs and pussy around Red, making Red’s thrusts even deeper and plentiful.
“Red… I’m not sure if I want to give birth if fucking me like this feels this good.”
“I can just get you pregnant again.” Red leaned forward and kissed on Vana’s belly button, which had expanded to the size of several fingers put together. As he thrust towards his climax, he looked up and saw Vana’s face was on a different plane, her eyes rolling back and her mouth open in a silent moaning cry. Let me give her something to scream about. Quintuple Climax.
The windows nearly shattered with Vana’s scream as her nerves lit up with pleasure beyond words. Five times, her cunt contracted in a manner unrelated to labor; five times, Red’s seed was pulled out of his cock and left to pool and drip inside Vana’s walls. For minutes, Red was left to weather Vana’s body shaking, threatening to compress him against the mass of her fertility.
Eventually, Vana’s body reached a state of normalcy, but statis wasn’t the greatest concern with her breasts constantly jiggling, like a small boat on a calm night’s ocean, and her belly squirming with the excitement of five babes ready to be born. Red chuckled and kissed over her belly again, happy for their contentment and the peace that their mother gained from them.