Chapter 6:
Ragnhild slipped her arms around her husband's broad shoulders. "Still angry," she asked? "Numb," he admitted. He'd been hoping... what? That somehow they wouldn't come up with an agreement, and he'd skate on this whole deal? Fat chance of that, Bill, he thought. This was worse even than the thing with Hamest. He had to get married to someone he didn't really like, and he wasn't happy about it.
It was funny, in its way. He'd been one of the loudest voices howling and guffawing about his dad's antics and all the women who wanted a piece of him. It had amused Billy to no end to see the putative King of Ooo dodging women who wanted to take a ride on his pole or his mustache. He'd been on the floor when the news broke about what the Lamprey Princess had done to Finn the Human.
He wasn't laughing now.
The world wasn't what he'd believed it was, growing up. He'd grown up watching his dad, as he did his damndest to raise three kids and take care of two women who were often at war with him and each other. He'd admired his dad for the work he put in keeping a family of five going in a world that was hard on people just trying to make it alone. It wasn't until he was a teenager and almost a man that he began to realize how different his family was. Later on Billy had tried and tried again to spot the point where he began to understand that his family was different, but he couldn't really see it. Maybe because he'd lived it.
More to the point, he'd continued to just roll with things even after the realization because, well, that was his dad. Instead of screaming about the unfairness of what was happening to his birth-mom, Billy had gone along with things. He couldn't see himself screaming when his mom hardly seemed bothered by it. Except that now he saw that maybe it wasn't really Simone Mertens who was having all the trouble.
Billy had finally seen what he hadn't recognized before. He'd seen it when he found himself with a child–a daughter–that he hadn't expected or intended to father. He'd seen it when he found himself caring for a woman who seemed, some days, as if she was going slowly mad. Finn Mertens, family patriarch, had given his all for the two broken and damaged souls that fate had entrusted to his care. He'd lived for them–and been abandoned by them. Then, when he got them back, he had been the man everybody put the blame on. And Finn? He'd taken that burden too, as if his wives hadn't walked out on him and their children both.
The hard reality was that the King of Ooo was one fragile man who was slowly getting consumed. He was consumed by duty to a world that was endlessly restless and consumed with strife. He was being consumed by his family–by the women who'd laid claimed to him. Fifteen wives and nearly double that number of kids was exhausting for a man who'd only wanted to be with the great love of his life, raise their brood, and live out his last days. Retirement and rest now seemed as if it was never coming for the King of Ooo, and now Billy feared it would never come for him either.
"But you have us," Abeiuwa announced. Billy looked up to find the Princess of the Southern Jungle crossing the room, with Noemi at her side. Her eyes were calm and clear today. He'd been seeing the signs that she was getting better–recovering from the awful wound she'd suffered. At the same time, he'd been hesitant–almost terrified–to trust that. Settling onto the bench in front of him, the tall princess gave him a sweet smile. As if she could see into his heart, she reminded him, "at our wedding, your father said that we should be each other's strength, William."
It was the same thing Billy's grandfather had told his parents. It was the same thing his mom had so often said about his father. Finn was her strength. It was funny, but teenaged-Billy had often thought it was his mother propping up his dad. It had seemed that way. Finn the Human sometimes seemed like he would get so turned around with all that was going on that he would forget his own name. His wife made sure he had clean shorts and socks to put on under his pants. She saw to it that he and the kids had lunches to take with them. She even packed one for Emeraude.
You can't explain things you didn't understand, he thought. His father had said that. He hadn't understood what was going on in his parents' world because he'd been a kid, and they'd done their best to keep the strife and the battles away from his eyes because those things were hard on children. Now he was older, if not always wiser, and he saw just how much his father had propped up two women who were, in their own unique ways, just as messed up as two people could be–and just as messed up as their husband was.
He's still my example, Billy thought. He was awed by the epiphany. The man he'd often made fun of as a teen–the man his sisters called the big, blue dufus, was still their example. Reaching out, Billy hugged his wife. He hugged the pair of them–Purple Princess and Lady of the Jungles. "Odd-woman out, Ragnhild," Abeiuwa teased. Glancing at Noemi, she added, "there's three of us against one." The Froyo Princess flushed. She'd been slowly working on how to move their quarters northward. There were now three of her co-spouses down here in the hellishly hot south. "We'll work it out," Billy announced. "Even if I have to steal an airship and learn to fly it."
As Billy came to terms with his new life, across the kingdom, his father came strolling into Riley and Teri's bar an hour after dinner to find Velvet on the stage, shaking her banging butt to a thumping beat. Like Bonnie, Lollipop, and Cherry, the sponge-cake girl was a humanoid candy-person. That was where the similarities ended. Velvet had deep-brown skin, a swatch of sticky reddish hair atop her head, and a pair of knockers that would have given Nadia a run for her money. She was of a body-type with his son's would-be playmate, Olesia. Seeing him come strolling up the aisle, headed for the bar, the plump woman put a little more oomph into her show.
Teri's instructions had asked Finn to come down to the club just like it was any other time. Now, as he sat at the bar, watching, Velvet swayed and danced for the losers there in front of the stage, making her big knobs jiggle and teasing them with flashes of the fat nips. They were all men who were hungry for pussy, and Jake had confided that a lot of them kind of wished they were like Finn, with an army of pretty girls to fuck, little realizing how much work that was. While he was wool-gathering, someone snatched his hat off the bar. Finn glanced at the counter and then back to the door that led into the private booths to find Teri was standing there in a familiar little blue dress. Yeah, that brought back memories.
That little dress barely came below her butt. Beneath that, she wore his favorite underwear–old-fashioned stockings with garters in black. Finn sat up and took notice, his pecker starting to get hard in his pants. He was supposed to be fucking her and making a baby tonight. Rising, he strode off through the club, as Teri ducked back into the back room. Every eye was on Finn as he followed the little bartender into the back, Pearl, Tallulah, and Nickie among them.
Standing on the little stage in the lap-dance room, Teri opined, "I thought you might like a private dance..." It was her fantasy. She was giving herself to him as a reward for his saving her life. He'd turned this down before. Now he was going to give her everything she wanted and then some. She snapped her fingers, and a smoky beat began to play. As Finn sat himself, the little nymph began to dance.
The hero watched as she swayed to the music, and he found himself comparing Teri to his wife. E was taller, and pregnancy had made the Huntress Wizard a little curvier with bigger boobies. Teri easily held her own though. Licking her silky lips and running her long fingers up and down her slim waist, she made an enticing sight. Of course, as he looked, so did she. Smiling archly, the pretty wood nymph asked, "like what you see?"
Finn blushed. He always had. It wasn't like he didn't see pretty girls. Hell, Teri wasn't the only girl to offer. After he shut down his dad's assault on the planet, he'd gone through a hell of temptation the following few years. Princesses and groupies had hit on him in a steady stream back then, and it was sometimes hard to separate out which group was which. Grinding her hips in front of his face, Teri murmured, "this belonged to you after that... My life was yours... You know what to do with a pretty girl when you own her, right?" As she spoke, she tore off the skirt and flung it over her shoulder, leaving her dancing there in front of his face in transparent black panties under a corset and stockings. Standing up, he cupped her pretty face and told her, "I just wanted you to be ok..."
"I'm more than ok," she breathed, as she started grinding that hot little body inches from his. He could feel her body-heat. Wood-nymph pussy was some of the best in the world. He knew it. He'd had enough of it. He found his hunger rising for this girl. "I saw your little girl," she breathed. Popping open her corset, she cupped her perfect, perky boobies, leaving him with serious dry mouth. "I wanted a baby, but I want her to grow up like your little girl did," said Teri. She waved those beautiful boobies in his face, teasing him, and he couldn't help thinking of a little nymph-girl sucking at those hot little titties. She smelled really nice. Stepping back again, she slowly danced in a circle, teasing him by tugging at the waist or crotch of the skimpy panties she wore.
"I must be doing better," she chuckled. "You're not talking this time..." She'd gotten better, or he'd gotten thirstier. It could easily have been both. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to stuff his fat pecker into little Teri until she screamed. He wanted to pump her belly up with a litter of his daughters. In a twisted way, this was liberating. His wives wanted this. They wanted to thank Teri and Riley as much as Teri and Riley wanted to thank Finn.
When she'd gone full circle, she slipped into his lap to give him a lap-dance, and he found himself remembering the last time she'd done this for him. After months of no loving from his wives, he'd been ready to shoot off in his pants. It had taken all his will to turn her down. But now he didn't have to. Teri moaned softly as she felt that huge thing that had conquered all those princess-cunts. On his side, Finn was hard as a steel pipe in spite of all the sex he'd been getting. He was a dude, after all. Grinding her hips against his, the pretty wood nymph whispered, "you can touch if you want..." Finn's face went red hot. Leaning forward, she kissed his rough lips and said, "you deserve it, baby. I'd... I wouldn't be here if not for you..."
Taking his hands, she put them on her plump, pert boobies. Almost of their own volition, his big, rough hands began to stroke her hot flesh. The sexy wood-nymph kissed him again, and, in moments, they were swapping spit, kissing and teasing each other's tongues. "Mmm," moaned the sexpot. He was really good. His hands had moved on, stroking her soft flanks and stroking her hips. Finn nibbled at her lips, then kissed his way across her cheek before nibbling at her elegantly pointed little ear. Her breath came in hot pants as his thumbs tweaked the nipples of her hard little knobs.
Bending forward, Finn captured her hot right knocker in his mouth, and he began to suck and lick the hard nip. Hungrily, he swirled his tongue around her hot flesh, tasting her. She tasted somewhat like E. As he stroked and caressed the beautiful young girl, Finn began to smell that earthy-scent that told him she was getting turned on. She smelled earthy, and he wondered how her titty-milk would taste. Having had a taste of E's, a part of him was excited by the idea of getting this woman preggers so he could try it. Reaching down, he ran the tip of a finger along her crack through her skimpy black panties. His finger came back sticky.
Upstairs in the office, Riley sat watching the proceedings with interest on the security camera. She'd watched the previous time Teri had tried to seduce Finn, and she knew all about Teri's fantasies of fucking Finn the Human and making him her boyfriend, just as well as she knew her own history with Finn. As she watched through the camera in the lapdance booth, the handsome hero lay the beautiful girl back on her back. Taking hold of the waist of her panties, he pulled them down off her sexy little hips, baring her snatch to his hungry eyes, just dripping with her sweet syrup. Finn tossed those soggy panties aside, pulled her legs apart and dove in. "Uuuaaaaah," howled the little wood-nymph as her hips jumped.
The pair had shared their fantasies as Riley used the strap-on on the little nymph-girl. She'd teased Teri about her fantasies as the two sixty-nined in bed on many a cold night. Now she was seeing the real thing, and she was getting turned on herself. Watching the way the big man touched her lady, Riley was ready to explode. The way he teased those little boobies had her wishing he was here to touch hers. Many was the man in the last seventeen years who had mauled Riley's big titties. As she watched Finn work Teri over, she found her own hands straying over her giant knockers, squeezing and caressing them through the material of her shirt. When that wasn't enough, she slipped a hand under the cloth and began to play with them, squeezing them gently and teasing the hard nips.
As Finn went down on her girl, Riley popped the buttons on her shorts, baring her hungry pussy, dripping with her musk. "Shit, he's good," murmured the pretty woman as Finn began to noisily eat Teri out. The big man slurped up the wood-nymph's hot cream like it was a tasty treat, which Riley knew it was. She'd tasted it often enough. "Oooaaah," howled Teri! "Uhhh... Unnnnn..." Her hips were wriggling around as Finn the Human had a taste of her juice. As Riley watched, Finn slipped a thick finger in her and began to run that thick finger in and out of her opening, driving the little nymph crazy. Riley began to run two fingers of her own in and out of her own snatch, imagining that was her. It was going to be her. They'd asked for two babies. Soft moans escaped her lips as she toyed with her big titties while she watched Finn finger Teri's pussy.
Back in the private room, Finn straightened from eating out the hot little wood-nymph. Little Teri lay there panting, her body quivering. "W-what about you," she gasped? "Aren't you gonna?" Face flushed, the big man thought, yeah, I'm definitely going to. Finn stood up and unfastened his pants, revealing the biggest, thickest, longest cock Teri had ever seen in her life. She'd taken a lot of dick over her short twenty years. She'd never had a cock as big as that.
Teri gulped as he pressed that long, bad, strong dick against her opening. Closing her eyes, she prayed to Glob. She was about to get wrecked! And then that huge thing was driving into her pussy. Teri squealed loud enough that people in the bar likely heard her. "Shiiitt," she wailed as he began to stuff her good. "Mmmm," moaned Finn as he leaned down and started licking and nipping at those hot little knockers again. He started slow, taking his time. They had plenty of time tonight, and he wanted to give her the baby she was asking for. He continued to play with her sweet little knobs, squeezing and teasing them as he thought of fucking his baby into her and getting to suck the nectar from those perky little knobs.
Upstairs, Riley watched as the man she'd hungered for screwed Teri within an inch of her life. Teri was shaking and thrashing, her hands clawing at Finn's shoulders. She would have left bloody gouges, if she hadn't already broken almost all her fingernails off clawing the floor. It was good dick. Riley could tell it was good dick, and she could hardly wait to try it herself.
Downstairs, the little wood nymph had her legs locked tight about Finn's middle, her hips wriggling and jumping as she got the screwing of her life. She liked fucking. She'd never had a problem being a whore. This, though, was the next level. "Shiiit," she wailed as a powerful cum exploded in her mind. The little woman wrapped both arms around him as if holding on for dear life. Upstairs, profanity dripped from Riley's lips as she watched Finn rail the shit out of her girl. She had both her big knockers hanging out as she fingered her own snatch raw, watching the man she too wanted stuff his giant pecker up her friend's now-ruined pussy. "Fuck her," hissed Riley! "Fuck that slut! Bust her pussy so wide open it won't close again!"
Almost as if he could hear her, Finn began to go faster and then faster still, his hips ramming that big thing in and out like a piston. Teri shrieked fit to wake the dead, her hips jumping and her back arching painfully hard. He couldn't last much longer now. Jamming his tongue into Teri's mouth, as if he was going to become one with her, he stuffed his meat in and shot his goo into her belly. Teri experienced a blinding orgasm that caused her to blank out for a moment, and Riley could see from the expression on his face that Finn was impregnating her girl. The former lycanthrope was torn between hoping that he had gotten Teri preggers and an ernest hunger for that to be her.
Teri came to her senses to find Finn cradling her hot little body in his arms. He was sitting in the chair in front of the stage. Taking his face in her hands, she kissed him and said, "you can have that any time, honey. Stop by any time you want." She winced a little in pain as she stood up. Yeah, he'd worn the pussy out. She was going to be limping for a while. But it hurt sooo good, she thought. She was a mess, with the evidence of their loving all over her. "You could come upstairs and shower with me," she murmured. Shaking his head, Finn replied, "gotta' get home. Work's waiting." "Well," she said, "we'll see if we have to do this again." She sounded hopeful. Finn blushed to his hair. At the same time, he needed to be out of here and headed for home. He wanted to finish some things up and then go look in on Maja.
Outside in the bar, the distracted crowd was halfway staring at the entry to the lap-dance booths rather than at the curvy breakfast-person on the stage. Tallulah watched with interest as Teri's 'special customer' walked out of the back. In irritated tones, Pearl muttered, "apparently he likes wood-nymph snatch, so you'd only be wasting your time..." Rolling her eyes, Velvet remarked, "late wedding present. Boss ladies got the baby-rabies. Asked him to help out..." On account two girls weren't getting each other preggers. Pearl cussed the plump woman, but Velvet ignored her. Her mind was on Tallulah. "Thought you weren't comin' back," she said. The boss ladies had hired a couple gals out of Breakfast Kingdom as replacements since Tallulah was gone, and Teri didn't dance anymore. Maple Bacon was up on stage shaking her thing right now. "Here on business," Tallulah replied. "Not looking for a job, really... Just a little information..."
On the far side of the Candy Capitol, Bronwyn sat down to a late-evening dinner with her father. As usual, the businessman was engrossed in his phone. It was one of the crosses the young woman had come to bear. Kim Kil Wan liked to point out that he was not his father. He was home. He was home with his wife and child nearly every day. Trouble was a provider was not the same as a father, and Bronwyn had become accustomed to a father that was physically present but spiritually absent.
Sitting down before him, the hybrid coughed to get his attention. Holding up a hand, he murmured, "one second..." Bronwyn waited. In the mean time, the waiter approached. Bronwyn ordered up supper, sending the waiter to the kitchen for steak and lobster. She listened to her dad as he argued with their personnel agent about problems in the Grey Forest. "Trouble," she asked? "Barry's screwing up again," Kim muttered. Bronwyn's second-cousin was likely partying instead of getting shit done.
Bronwyn listened as her father laid out what needed to be done. He wanted to make some cash supplying entertainment for the big event that was coming. He needed workers. Barry was supposed to be funneling them through the Grey Forest. "But he's partying," Bronwyn muttered. Somedays she felt like the island of sanity in a sea of chaos. Her aunt was right. Their side of the family was dysfunctional. Kim was the most functional of Lady Rainicorn's children. Naturally he'd married a party-bear. Pat the Party-Bear was barely reformed from her days of shaking her ass in a go-go bar in Muscle Kingdom. Her relatives, who often showed up looking for work, were far less reformed.
"You're supposed to be taking mom on a cruise," Bronwyn reminded him. Kim glanced away. Leaning forward, the plush puppy told him, "right. I'll get on an airship and go out there tomorrow." A worried Kim stammered out excuses and reasons for her not to go. In pleasant tones, Bronwyn reminded him, "I want to be a partner. This comes with the job." The waiter returned with her surf'n turf, and she declared, "you and mom will have a great time."
It's been a minute since we had some lemons. :)