This chapter is rated M for sexual content. Bits of fluff included.

Chapter 22: Bushes

Once Arthur was certain the feed to his acorn eye and both their ear coms were turned off, he practically tackled O'Callaghan onto Rose's queen sized bed. It made her laugh as he kissed her all over, enveloping her in his arms fully as he lazed on top of her.

"I missed you so much!" Arthur breathed loudly before planting another big smooch on her lips.

"I missed you too," she whined, seemingly absorbing all his affections with a hungry need.

The couple couldn't get their clothes and Pip Boys off fast enough but once every item on them were in piles on the floor, Arthur looked down at his naked wife in shock. Her body was covered in scars...and her public hair was made out of tiny little white, curly leaves. He wasn't sure which oddity he should focus on first.

"What's wrong?" O'Callaghan asked.

He frowned a little before looking into her eyes, deciding to focus on the scars first. "Oh honey," he mumbled sadly, bending down to kiss a scar on her shoulder. "You got boo boo's."

O'Callaghan burst out laughing as she threw her head back. "Boo boo's?" she giggled.

"Mmhmm," he said, kissing another one. "My poor baby..."

"Aww, they're not that bad, Arthur," she said, lifting his head with her hands. "They're just scars."

"I know, but..." he sighed and kissed her gently. "I don't like it when my women get hurt."

O'Callaghan wrapped him up in her arms fully and held him to her. "I know."

Arthur kissed down her face to her neck. "I just wanna..." he kissed her collarbone, "...kiss 'em all away."

He continued kissing her scars, one by one, as he trailed his lips all over her body. O'Callaghan writhed and moaned underneath him, her back arching when Arthur tugged on a nipple with his teeth. He grabbed both her breasts and tweaked both her nubs with his fingers before smooshing her breasts together, then he pressed his face into her cleavage and blew, making a rather funny noise.

"What are you doing?" O'Callaghan giggled hysterically.

"I dunno, I..." he giggled to himself and looked up at her. "I wanna have sex, but I'm...feelin' very strange right now."

"That's because you're higher than shit," she wheezed with laughter. "C'mere, roll over..." Arthur rolled off her and O'Callaghan straddled his knees, looking down at his half erect member. "Momma's gonna take good care of you," she cooed before bending down to lick his shaft.

Arthur bit his lip and let his head fall slack on the pillow. "Mmm...y-you do that, baby girl," he drawled lazily, feeling incredibly relaxed.

Until he felt her warm mouth envelope him completely, then he immediately bucked his hips from the pleasurable twitch he felt in his cock. Arthur stared up at the ceiling with a contented sigh as his wife continued to suck and lick him. The familiar sensations of her tongue and mouth made him take a deep breath and he whimpered a little.

Arthur missed his wives so much, and being with only one of them was depressing. Rose was going out on a mission and Lilly was either stuck as her wolf or she was the queen.

The Demon Queen of Hell and the wife of Mallacht the Cursekeeper.

Frankly, there was a very small part of him that would be pissed at Lilly if she was, in fact, Queen Aynaet. If his suspicions were true, Lilly married another guy, the same asshole who stole her and Arthur's other two wives in the first place, and had children with Mallacht. However, there had to be a reason for it. Probably not a good reason, but a reason nonetheless.

Was this why nobody said anything about it? Because Lilly was scared Arthur wouldn't forgive her?

"Arthur..."

O'Callaghan's voice brought him back to reality and he looked at her. "Yes?" he asked softly.

She tilted her head to the side and quirked her mouth. "Something is bothering you."

"What makes you say that?"

She pointed at his penis. "You went limp. Obviously your thoughts are somewhere else." O'Callaghan crawled up on him, laying down with her head on his chest. "Talk to me, baby. What is keeping your attention from me?"

Arthur took a deep breath before holding her in his arms and kissing her head, chuckling at the leaves poking his face. "I'm sorry, honey. I...I'm not...I don't know how to say this."

O'Callaghan kissed his chest. "What does it have to do with?"

"Aynaet."

Arthur's white haired wife raised her head with an arched brow. "Oh? Should I be jealous now?"

Arthur snickered and shook his head. "Nah. Just...I think she ain't who she says she is."

"What do you mean?"

Mr. Morgan put her head back down and began trailing his fingernails across her back in a lazy manner. "I ain't sure, but...I think she might be Lilly."

O'Callaghan huffed. "Yeah, I thought so. Aynaet has Atlantean machine/tree hybrid blood and I know it's Lilly's because it's also mine and Rose's. But then she wears a skin suit, so...maybe it's used as some sort of friction buffer? But then...ugh...you didn't see a twin flame with the queen, did you?"

"No. Just with you, Rose and Lilly...or Morgan, rather."

"Hmm...well, if Aynaet is Lilly, and she and Rose and Babd are keeping that knowledge from us, it must be for a reason," O'Callaghan offered.

"Probably because she cheated on me," Arthur sighed sadly. "I don't know about all she went through down here, but five hundred years of whatever the fuck she went through obviously got her to...break, or somethin'." He thought about what Rose said, about Aynaet losing a gamble. "Maybe Lilly thought if she played nice, he'd let you guys out."

"It's possible. Poor girl," O'Callaghan sniffled. "And I thought what I went through was awful."

Arthur held his wife tighter and breathed in her scent of honey. "We're gonna get all of you home, and I'm lockin' all of you up so you ain't gettin' kidnapped ever again," he joked.

O'Callaghan laughed tearfully before kissing his chest. "Oh, you can lock me up all you want, Daddy," she growled.

Arthur chuckled deeply before running a hand down her back and slapping her ass cheek, making her squeal and giggle. "I love it when you squeal like that," he said, grabbing her other cheek and gripping her rump with both hands. "I love how your bottom feels in my hands."

"Oh, is that so?" O'Callaghan asked, raising her upper body to cradle his hips between her legs. She gazed down at him with a lovesick smile. "What else do you love, Arthur?"

Arthur gripped her waist in his hands, rubbing his thumbs along her soft skin. "You," he said, looking up at her lovingly.

O'Callaghan put her hands on his, then she dragged them up to her chest so he could feel her. "Then love me, Arthur," she pleaded wistfully.

He looked down at her lower half, one hand still on her breast while the other began to explore what was behind her pubic leaves. It was wet and warm, and felt exactly as he remembered as his finger danced along her sensitive bundle of nerves. O'Callaghan nibbled on her lip with a groan, moaning out his name softly.

Arthur was now fully erect and his wife adjusted herself over him, his tip poking her entrance. When O'Callaghan lowered herself onto him, he took a gentle gasp and grabbed her hips, scratching at her flesh once she took him all inside her. The Earl of Moycullen felt her nails drag gently across his chest, raising herself up before going down again. She repeated this action in a slow rhythm, staring into Arthur's eyes with a lust filled gaze.

Arthur wasn't sure if it was because he was high or because he was just that happy to be reunited with at least one of his wives, but something about this moment felt precious and he wanted time to stop for a while so he could enjoy it and not be bothered.

Just for a little while.

O'Callaghan's touch to his face brought him back to the present. "Stay with me," she whispered, still riding him gently.

Arthur nodded and grasped her hand in his before kissing her palm, never breaking eye contact with her. Her rhythm increased and soft, breathless moans escaped her before she grabbed his other hand and put his fingers to her lip, sucking on one and gripping it in her teeth. Arthur grunted and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, a low growl erupting from his throat unexpectedly.

"Do you like it when I ride you like this, Daddy?" O'Callaghan asked seductively.

"Oh yeah," he chuckled. "Daddy definitely likes it." O'Callaghan was going faster now, her hips gyrating on occasion to provide more pleasure, which it did. Arthur felt his eyes roll back when the walls of her pussy clenched around him and didn't let go, but she continued on with her movements. "That's...that's even better."

O'Callaghan positioned herself to crouch on her feet and she placed her hands on Arthur's chest before slamming herself up and down on him. "And this?" she asked.

"Fuckin' Christ, O'Callaghan," Arthur growled before slamming his palms onto her hips and helping her pound him, thrusting up into her.

Their moans got really loud at that point, but they did their best to stifle themselves.

Which wasn't much.

In one swift move, Arthur had O'Callaghan on her back with her knees pinned down on her shoulders. He balanced her calves on his shoulders and rolled his hips into his trembling wife a few times before thrusting roughly into her, making her yelp and cling to him.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked with a smirk, staying perfectly still.

O'Callaghan grabbed the back of his head and yanked to kiss him harshly. "Don't stop!" she begged. Arthur pulled out just barely, then he slammed into her again. O'Callaghan cried out from pleasure before taking a deep breath. "Fuck yes!" she screamed.

Arthur went to town, pummeling into her like a mad man when her screams drove him on. Between the incoherent babble, the bed frame hitting the wall, the constant begging for more, the words, "yes" and "fuck" and "shit" and "ohmygodohmygodohmygod" falling from her lips like a heavenly symphony, and the hunger driven kisses she would give him between sentences, Arthur felt like he could die a happy man after this.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" O'Callaghan yelled, scratching at his back. Arthur immediately slowed down and O'Callaghan whined loudly. "Fuuuuck!"

He could feel her vaginally walls tighten more, the tension resembling something that was about ready to snap. "I'm sorry, honey, I'm...tryin' to decide if I should have you come on my cock or my mouth or my fingers," he teased, nibbling on her neck. "What would you prefer?"

"Cock. I want to come on your cock," she pleaded, her eyes squeezed shut as she wiggled her hips. "Please fuck me."

Arthur reached down and slapped her ass with a grin. "I believe you're supposed to call me "Daddy" or "sir", little lady," he said, chuckling softly.

"Please fuck me, Daddy," O'Callaghan said with a pout. "I'll be your good girl, sir, if you make me come and gush all over you."

Arthur really wanted to learn how to restrain himself better when it came to things like this, but every time these women opened their mouths during sex, he couldn't help but oblige them immediately. He plunged into her deeply and went back to his previous fast pace, making her cry out and breathe heavily once more. O'Callaghan's womanhood twitched a couple times and her hips bucked as she tried to go at his speed.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes Daddy, yes!" she screamed, spurring him on even further until he felt her pussy clench, her back arched and a loud, deep moan escaped her throat. "Fucking shit!"

His strides became long but deep, kissing her madly as he tried to penetrate her as fully as possible. However, his pumps became uneven and ragged when he felt an explosive climax and came inside her, a loud grunt escaping his mouth. He slid in and out of her a few more times before pulling out and flopping onto his bed, breathing heavily.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled almost incoherently.

O'Callaghan was very much out of breath, straightening herself on the bed before giggling and cuddling up next to Arthur. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a sex god."

Arthur cackled loudly. "Thank you," he said with a blush. "I uh...learned a lot over the past few years."

"I bet," she giggled. "Was it Aphrodite?"

"A little. Eros, too. And Bes. And a lot of books about sex."

O'Callaghan smirked up at him. "So you're a book worm now?"

"Kinda. Some time after Lilly left, I invested in an education. Patrick insisted that I do it, and, well...I learned a lot of shit."

The white haired woman rested her head on his chest again. "What did you learn?"

"Basic school lessons, art, music...I can even play the piano and guitar now. Magic, of course, and melee combat. Lugh's a great teacher. Strict as hell, though. You know how many times that asshole had me run around the whole fuckin' property if I didn't get somethin' right durin' trainin'?"

O'Callaghan giggled with a sigh. "Well, I remember very little about everything from before I was cursed, but I'm remembering more. I do remember Lugh being a very...intense mentor."

"You guys still don't have all your memories from before?" he asked.

"I don't know about Lilly and Rose, but I don't have all the memories," she said, huffing. "But it's strange that I'm remembering more now."

"That might be because Darrach set the tree on somethin' called, "auto-cleanse"?" Arthur explained. "Once the door opened, the tree started the procedure. And it's goin' slow, but he said it might help weaken Mallacht."

"Good," O'Callaghan said. "I really hope we get that bastard."

"We will, baby girl," Arthur said, frowning a little as his thoughts went right back to Aynaet. "Do you think we should confront Aynaet about this?"

"No. If she is Lilly, she'll most likely panic and run," O'Callaghan explained.

"Hmm," Arthur hummed. "What about Babd and Rose?"

"They'll deny it whether or not it's true, I'm sure, and from what I can tell, Rose has gotten real good at lying."

"Well, Darrach might know. He did see her without the...magic skin suit on."

O'Callaghan raised her head to look at him, then she kissed his shoulder. "You think she looks like me? With the...leaves?"

"I dunno...Rose had some leaves in her hair, too. You don't know why that happened?"

"Not really, but if that's what Aynaet looks like, why was Darrach so upset?"

Arthur let out a deep breath and shut his eyes. "We've all been very stressed, given the circumstances. When you three got taken, he was..." he sighed again, "...almost as inconsolable as I was."

"I'm sorry," O'Callaghan whimpered. "If I had known-"

"It ain't your fault, honey.. The only people who knew were Dubh and Mallacht. Not even Apate or Carman knew."

"How do you know that?"

"This probably ain't gonna go over well," he thought to himself before kissing her forehead. "Well...we...kinda made a...temporary truce with Apate," he stammered, clearing his throat.

O'Callaghan lifted her head with a raised brow. "Huh. Okay. And?"

"...Dubh had the ability to alter people's memories, so while Apate says she don't know jack about the door...I dunno, point is, Cahira is comin' over for her birthday tomorrow."

"I doubt we'll be done down here by then, but we'll see," O'Callaghan said, frowning deeply. "Making that truce must've been hard for you."

"It was, but Apate's been...very accomodatin'. We made a contract that allows the truce to stay in affect for three years."

"Why?"

"For recovery from...Mallacht's Hell."

"Does she feel bad?"

Arthur shrugged. "Maybe. She...went through somethin' similar in Pandora's Box, so..."

"I see. Well, Rose might be okay with the truce, but Lilly? She'll demand blood once we get outta here. But I believe you'll get her to see reason."

"I hope so, for Cahira's sake."

"Did Darrach make Olena a new body yet?"

"Mmhmm. She's been alive for a couple weeks now, but she doesn't come out much."

"Poor girl. Does her mother know, at least?"

"Nope," Arthur sighed. "Apate's been puttin' off tellin' her."

O'Callaghan started laughing hysterically and rolled over, laughing even harder. "What?! You're kidding me! Oh, I love gossip!" she exclaimed, rolling back onto him and smiling brightly. "Tell me more!"

Arthur laughed and cradled her face. "Sure," he said. "Well, I think Lugh already told you that he and Brigid are married now and are expectin' their first child."

"Mmhmm," O'Callaghan said with a childlike grin as she stared at Arthur intently.

"And...Tilly and Cerberus are twin flames."

"What?!" O'Callaghan squealed happily. "Oh, wait...oh, she's stuck down here, though."

"I know. We got a lot to do besides gettin' our people out. I mean...where the hell are we gonna put all the queen's kids? They sure as shit ain't stayin' in Lilly's head. And what about the badones who are loyal to Mallacht? What are we gonna do with them if we ain't gonna kill 'em? Wha-"

"Shh," O'Callaghan said, pressing a finger to his lips. "I'm sure we'll sort it out. Maybe we can make a list of everything we need to do and uh, put it on our Pip Boys." She rolled over and reached over the bed. "I took the time to...here we go," she groaned, turning back over with her Pip Boy in hand. "Go over the capabilities of this thing and...yes, in the data tab, there's a sub tab called "quests"."

Arthur sat up with her and blinked. "Huh, that there is. It looks like we already got some quests."

"We do," she said, scrolling through the list and reading the words out loud. "Saving the Six: Search for the Garden of Names in Saint Denis. Oh, and...ah, okay, we were given these quests automatically and the parts of the quests we've completed are grayed out to update to its next task. Wow, that's so clever!"

Arthur chuckled as he skimmed through the list with her. "Calling the Banners: Completed. Evacuation of the Innocent: In Progress. Livin' On A Prayer: Collect prayer shards that are scattered throughout the land. Past Sins: Go to the House of the Rising Sun in Saint Denis. The Savage South: Head to Rhodes to search for one of Lilly's memories." There were more but he raised his head. "Oh. Ooooh."

"What?"

"When we was back in Valentine, I saw one of Lilly's memories...when she took my watch to the horologist."

"Oh. Huh. I wonder why that's important, but it's listed as a "side quest" whatever that means."

"I reckon we go ask Babd about it."

"Or..." O'Callaghan said with a mischievous grin, tossing the Pip Boy to the ground and in a fluid motion, settled on his lap with his legs under hers. "We could have sex again."

Arthur didn't need to be told twice, or at least that's what his cock seemed to think because it was already at attention. "We can do that, but first..." he rolled her over with a laugh and hovered over her before kissing her softly. "I need to investigate somethin'."

"Oh really? What's that?" she asked.

He began kissing down her body. "This...bush you got goin' on down here," he said, making her laugh loudly. "I mean...they look like tiny curtains. And," he moved down lower, taking his fingers to pull her leaves back. The smell that hit him as he stared at his wife's beautiful pussy made him groan with hunger and he went in, tasting her wetness. The taste was pure, heavenly nectar, and Arthur looked up at her with star filled eyes. "Oh my god," he breathed lowly before going in.

He was going to eat her out for hours.