Author: This was a spontaneous chapter. Have a laugh. (I'm not sorry).

Jack felt the weight of the bed shift. He assumed it was Elsa getting up to use the restroom for the eighth time that night, but to his surprise, he felt a hand brush his thigh.

"Jack?"

He wearily blinked his eyes, "Hm?"

Elsa didn't say anything—she just had a lust-blown look in her eyes that told him she couldn't wait anymore. Jack still wasn't fully awake, so it was a shock when he felt her sliding his pants down from his hips.

"Elsa–! What are you doing?"

"Jack, I want you." She gasped and tugged off his underwear.

He was already hard, and her touch was always a welcome one, but in his confusion, all he could say was, "Right now?"

"Yes." Elsa pushed her hair back and took him inside of her mouth. Then she bobbed her head up and down his throbbing, rock-hard dick.

"Oh, fuck! Mmm...!" This was a rather unorthodox way for her to initiate sex... that being said, this felt so good! He wasn't about to tell her 'no' when she'd just gotten started!

"Jack?"

"Hm?" He looked down at saw she was still going to town on his cock; how had she said his name so clearly?

Someone took his hand. Startled, he looked over and saw... Elsa?

"What the–?" Had he finally lost his mind? He looked down below his waist and then back to his right, "Elsa, what—? How—?" All of his bewildered stammering ceased when she took his hand and placed it firmly on her soft breast. "Oh..." He shuddered, gently fondling this second 'Elsa's' breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple.

"Oh, just like that," She moaned, pressing his hand deeper into her soft skin. Jack's face reddened; the feeling of his lover sucking him off while letting him give her some pleasure in return was almost too much. His questions could come later, for now all he could focus on was the blinding euphoria going straight to his head as Elsa slid her tongue across his shaft, gripping and massaging his balls.

He let out another pleasured moan. This couldn't get better.

Then a pair of hands took his face and he opened his wide, baffled eyes to yet another Elsa, who began to press aggressive, longing kisses to his lips. This was too much now; not that Elsa seemed to have cloned herself, but all of these amazing sensations that left him in a delirium.

The first Elsa had crawled onto his hips now, taking him inside of her tight, warm home. She rocked back and forth on his dick, the second Elsa took his hand and slid it between her thighs where she began to gasp blissfully as he rubbed her. The third had his other hand, holding to her face as he stroked her cheek, sliding down her naked body to grip her breast yet again.

It sent Jack over the edge, he came in an explosion of white heat and a series of broken moans while Elsa was saying, "Jack... Jack..." It sounded more stern as she went on. One of the Elsa's grabbed his shoulder and shook him, "Jack!"

"Wha—?" Jack opened his eyes to darkness and a single, dressed Elsa holding his arm. He blinked his eyes, still recovering from his orgasm and putting together whatever the Hell had just happened.

"You were moaning in your sleep."

That sobered him. At that very moment, Jack realized his pants were soaked. "Uh–yeah. I was dreaming..."

"A nightmare?" She asked earnestly.

He started to sit himself up, trying to play cool so he could sneak away to change his pants. Just like that, he was twelve years old all over again. "Er–yeah! It was vivid..." That part wasn't a lie.

"Oh... You want to talk about it?"

"No!" He realized how forward that sounded. "No thanks. I'm fine. Um... I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick."

Elsa winced at him, "All right..." In all fairness, she was four months pregnant and too tired to press him farther for an answer. She lied back down in the only position she felt comfortable in. Perfect, since Jack stealthily opened the drawers so he could pull out a fresh pair of pants and head into the bathroom with them.