Chapter 8:
The Muscle Kingdom's shocking offer wasn't the only business Finn had hanging over his head. He owed the Matriarch of the Grey Forest a solution to her need for building materials to prevent her reckless and hedonistic subjects from burning their homeland. It was a pain in the ass, but it was also a promise and a task that would take him away from the unpleasant business with Billy's new bride. Leaving Bonnie and Ragnhild working the details and with his secretary in tow, Finn headed off in the limo to meet Emeraude and her entourage. Cradling his little boy on his lap as Breakfast played around on the phone, Finn did his best to relax.
There were moments where his mind was whirling with all that he was dealing with. Playing with Pomfrit–indeed any of his kids–helped. It helped to have a tangible example in his hands of all that he fought for. When he struggled with finding the right path, it helped to see the world he was trying so hard to build. On the seat opposite him, Beeps was absorbed in her phone or whatever was on it. His eyes fell on the dress she wore, and he was a little surprised to realize it wasn't the sort of stylish he was used to seeing from her. Frowning, he found himself wondering how long that had been going on.
Clearing his throat, he called out to Beeps, "hey, babe..." Engrossed in a game of Prancing Ponies, Breakfast replied, "yeah..." Finn paused. How did he approach this? Deciding to go all-in, he asked, "what's up with your clothes?" She gave him a pensive frown. Swallowing, Finn said, "do you have enough money?" Flushing, she said, "I'm a housewife and a secretary, not a princess..." Finn's jaw came open. Trying again, he asked, "is it this thing with Strudel...?" Calmly, Breakfast replied, "Strudel was right. I don't have a right to use crown money, Finn. I'm a fuckup. I've been deposed..." "B-babe," Finn babbled. "I..." "I shouldn't be sheltered for being a fuckup, Finn," Breakfast interrupted. With a sigh, she admitted, "I'm not happy, Finn, but there's signs I could be. Just goin' through some stuff..." The fallen princess returned to her game leaving her hubby in a state of shock.
The limo cruised for hours across the day, finally heading down into the turtles' coastal swamps. The land became at once more open and yet also more empty. Pools of brackish, smelly water dotted the lands around the road. Finn knew some of those pools ran hundreds of feet deep. Bandits had contested these lands until the Thief King usurped the power of the bandit lords in Oceanside. Penny had sent those men to their deaths in the Lich's name, and now the land was denuded of shiftless men.
It was a strange state of affairs because Finn had lived with the threat of Oceanside's bandits for a fair piece of his life. He'd rescued Turtle Princess and her entourage from the bandits once upon a time. He'd chased down the Baker's Shard here in these lands after it was stolen. A fair chunk of his life was tied up in these nasty coastal swamps. The world was changing. His world was changing. His mind went back to Maja's words. His children had become tools–weapons–in a never-ending war to keep the peace. Little Pomfrit might someday be used to secure an alliance or fight an ugly battle for him.
His eyes fell on Beeps, and he saw her, for the first time, as part of the problem. The women he'd been so devoted to as a young man were part and parcel of the problem. She'd done stupid things with the power in her hands, and she'd spared no thought for what her actions did to her people. He still loved her, but that love was complicated by the reality that she was a fuckup. She'd done a lot to harm her own cause.
The King of Ooo found himself searching back through the distant recesses of his mind. A whole lot of his life had been spent fixing the fuckups that the princesses made. Bonnie and Ricardio. She'd fallen for Ricardio's roguish ways and set herself up to be held at knife-point. She'd dissed Finn for not being taken in, but she'd been pretty free with the kisses after he'd snatched her out that jam. A part of him now sympathized with Jake. Jake was right. He had been blind. He'd been guilty of treating women like they really were sugar-and-spice instead of the very flawed people they actually were. M's right, buddy, he thought. You need to change.
The limo rolled across a bridge and onto the turtles' island home, and Finn refocused his mind on the job ahead. Pomfrit found himself back in his carrier, while Finn went over his notes on what he was doing here. There were several ruined cities in the turtles' kingdom. That was a good place to find quality steel that could be reforged to help Emeraude's people. Steel didn't burn. Many of the old buildings had stone facades that could be harvested. And there was at least one stone quarry here in Turtle Kingdom that had supplied the stone for the Royal Library.
As the sun was heading down in the sky, they rolled up on the Royal Plaza, opposite the Turtle Palace, and the driver got out to open the door. Finn stepped out, leaving his wife to manage their son. The air was damp and close to fetid, just as always. Finn had never really liked the air in Turtle Kingdom. The swamps made it nasty. He'd brought Simone here just once to indulge her hunger to read. She'd never wanted to come back. Betty tolerated it a little better, but only a little. As a wizard, she could access libraries in Wizard City that were just as good and didn't come with the 'atmosphere'.
Beeps took her time, gathering up her day-bag and their son. When she'd joined him on the sidewalk, the big man took her free hand and headed up the stairs with their four bodyguards gathered close around them. It didn't feel as nice as just going for a walk with Simone or Emeraude had in the 'good old days'. It was strange, but he would have been counted a tremendously wealthy man. He knew he was wealthy, with a baker's dozen beautiful wives and more hungry to become his companions. At the same time, his wealth brought complications that he would have passed on.
Walking through the door, he was startled to find Toast Princess waiting on them on the far side. She was dressed in one of her characteristic short dresses instead of the ugly, ankle-length dresses that she'd taken to wearing in the last year, and for once she was smiling. Letting go of Beeps' hand, Finn strode forward and snatched her off her feet before trying to hug the stuffing out of her. "Oh, Toaster," he murmured. "I'm glad to see you." She was blushing a little and glancing at Beeps when he let her down. "What's got you here," he asked?
Glancing at her sister, Toast replied, "doing my job, Finn. I've been hunting up additional sources of raw stock to feed Sarah's food processing plants." Old Finn would have been stumped by that string of choice words. Toast marveled at the way 'New Finn' just waded right on through. "Thanks, babe," he told her, and she felt his sincerity. That made her blush all the more. Yeah, it was still there. Her childhood love/crush for the studliest guy on Ooo. When she glanced to her sister, she was a little surprised to find a smile there. Breakfast stepped forward now, and she hugged Toast too.
Smiling, Toast said, "who's this little guy?" "Pomfrit," Breakfast replied, as she handed across her son. "So cute," Toast squealed! She glanced up to the proud papa, only to find that his attention had been pulled away. Her eyes followed the line of his gaze to find her on the far side of the room. Looking knocked-up as high as a kite. There was little love lost between Breakfast, Toast, and Emeraude Mertens. The news that Finn had ducked the pair of them to be with her under their very noses had touched off a storm of jealousy. "I'm'a take our sweety upstairs," Breakfast announced. "You've got work, honey." When Finn turned back towards her, the eldest breakfast-cutie smiled and said, "you haven't seen her in months, obviously. And I haven't seen my sister. See you tomorrow."
Nodding, Finn took his bodyguards and left the sisters with theirs. As Toast stared, the big man strode across to 'the other woman'. Breakfast put a hand to her shoulder and turned her for the elevator, saying, "c'mon. We'll get caught up." A stunned and disturbed Toast headed off with her sister, as Finn went off with her.
In the elevator, Breakfast found herself dealing with the irritant of having her sister absolutely staring at her. Toast did nothing other than grunt and make polite noises the whole way up to the Royal Suite as Breakfast did her best to hold up some sort of conversation. It was an annoying reminder that things weren't quite right in her world. They were epicly 'not right'. And what was Breakfast to do about it? Walk out?
Arriving in the Royal Suite, the pair separated momentarily as Breakfast went into the bathroom to retrieve towels. Her baby needed changing. As Toast watched, the eldest sister went through the business of cleaning Pomfrit up, diapering him, and putting him down for nap-time. It was a drastic change from the woman who had fobbed off the care of her child onto a succession of nursemaids and governesses. At the same time, the sight touched something inside the younger woman. Breakfast actually seemed happy. She'd been a distant and out-of-touch mom to Frenchie, but she seemed utterly devoted to Pomfrit.
"Sooo," burbled the younger woman. "I'm fine," Breakfast announced. "You didn't look fine down there," Toast retorted. Smoothing her skirts as she sat down, Breakfast told her sister, "and what do you think I should do, Toast? Threaten to walk away? Do you imagine he's going to leave them for just me?" The younger princess's jaw hung. She had no idea what to say to that. With a sigh, the older woman said, "I squandered my life, Toast. I squandered my life fucking around. I messed up raising my kid. I wrecked our home. I messed up your life, and I almost lost our sister. I'm lucky he wants anything at all to do with me, because I could be alone. If I have to be one of a dozen, that's... that's just how it is."
Moving on, the older sister asked, "so what have you been doing?" "Spent a lot of time in the bad lands in the east," Toast admitted. Alarmed, Breakfast shot to her feet. With a heavy sigh, Toast said, "it's not like that... Even if I wanted to be stupid, those guys wouldn't let me." Sometimes she thought they would barge into the shower if she stayed in there too long. Finn had pretty much said that he wouldn't be letting her take herself out, and he'd been as good as his word. She was coming to terms with where she was in life. "There's starving people a-plenty, sis," Toast opined. "He needs to know that. He needs to know that there's people working to keep it that way." That was news, and Breakfast shot to her feet in alarm.
Nodding, Toast said, "there's more people there than can be explained by what Suadela was doing, Breakfast. I think somebody's organizing mass starvation." Still. Hungry people were a deadly weapon. Scrubbing her fingers through her hair, Toast asked, "when will he be back?" She clearly would have taken this up with Finn Right Freakin' Now! "Tomorrow," Breakfast replied. "He'll probably spend the night with Emeraude. That's... how this works. Those who aren't able to be home get priority..." And in any event, she was recovering from giving birth, so it wasn't like she could do anything for him anyway. Leaning forward, she said, "let's play Card Wars or something. It's been a while." The worries of the world could wait one more night.
Out in the hotel's garden, Finn was doing his best to catch up on things with Emeraude and deal with the latest surprise to greet him. Indeed, he'd been struggling to keep his eyes on her face instead of her middle. His reaction had her bodyguards smirking and snickering as the King and his Queen strolled up and down through the garden, but Finn was too busy trying to manage his shock to care.
E. Pregnant again.
The lady herself was no less amused than her bodyguards. It was almost as amusing as his reaction when she made it clear that she wanted him east of Oceanside decades ago. He'd been in shock and just reacting. Just like today. Smiling more than faintly, she said, "you got me good last time we were together..." Finn flushed in memory. He'd been hungry to see her, wound up by what was going on with the Grey Forest and Peanut Kingdom, and more than a little wound up by Marphisa's antics, and he'd gone at her like a fiend.
As they continued to walk, the King of Ooo found himself floundering a little. Simone had suggested E was just too busy to be bothered with the baby dance. Now they were here with this. Almost as if reading his mind, the former Huntress Wizard remarked, "some lessons never get learned, baby. I was too busy to go get pills. Then, when we were finally alone together, I was so hungry for it, I let you do it to me raw." Finn flushed. He didn't know what to say. He should have asked! He was just as big a fool, and he said so.
The wizard woman murmured, "I don't want to talk about that. Talk about something else..." She was happy with her baby. Nodding, even as he struggled to find a safe topic, Finn found himself thinking of her aunt. "Hey," he asked, "how's Marphisa?" Blushing a little, Emeraude admitted, "want to talk to you about her, actually..." Alarmed, Finn replied, "she's ok, right?" He feared Dolf coming back and harming her. Emeraude smiled. It was just as her aunt said. He really was the perfect hubby. After Finn's words in the Candy Kingdom, she'd gone home and cornered her aunt for a long sit-down. It had taken a little to pry out what was going on with Marphisa Baudin, but when it came out, it came out as a flood. The older woman had told her everything–from the jealousy, to the ugly incident with Dolf, to the attempt to seduce her husband. Much like Finn, Emeraude had forgiven her on the spot. It wasn't as though she'd set out to do evil. And, anyway, it wasn't like Emeraude herself was innocent.
Taking his hand, the Matriarch smiled up at her hubby, saying, "yes, silly. She's fine." Puzzled, Finn asked, "then what's the problem?" "No problem," his wife laughed. "You told my aunt that you'd be glad to give her a baby, Finn. You told her that you didn't have the right. Well... I'm giving permission." Finn's face went red hot. In conversational tones, she told him all about what her aunt was going through and all the shit Maddie had put her through over the years. If Marphisa Baudin went through sleepless nights, a lot of it could be laid at the feet of her rotten little niece, who'd been a shit seemingly from an early age. Maybe it was bad blood, but Maddie couldn't stay out of trouble literally to save her life, just like her momma.
"The typical nymph would rather be baked in a pie than admit this, Finn," sighed Emeraude, "but we're pretty shitty moms. We're rotten at raising kids. We think handing them money and cleaning up their messes is good parenting." Glancing up at him, she said, "my aunt's not the first to notice that you raise good kids, baby. I know you're... kind of swamped, but..." Finn sighed. He'd promised. Just like always, he had a habit of making promises to people in distress because he wanted to help them, and it always seemed to come back and bite him on the ass. "I promised," he murmured. Nodding, Emeraude kissed his cheek and said, "thanks."
Leaving the gardens, the two retired to a private dining room for dinner, where several of the Matriarch's Cabinet were waiting, including Clarice and Gemma. Making the introductions, the former warrior wizard announced, "you've met Clarice and Gemma, Finn. This is Holly. She's now responsible for the Wall and the castles. I've brought her because we've been sort of limping along with the bridges over the rivers and the river gates. Sarah helped us a lot, but the current gates are falling apart." The rivers were the one place that the Tesla Barrier could be breached. That little problem was his problem too.
Moving on, the Matriarch announced, "this is Prunella. She's responsible for the roads... which are in pretty shitty shape. They weren't great when my predecessor ran things, and my mother hardly helped that." And he already knew Marianne, the secretary. Finn went down the line, shaking hands with all of them. Holly was wary. Clarice's face was pinched and hostile. Prunella was the most open of the string, and Gemma looked much as she had before. She was up to something, and maybe answering to somebody who wasn't here.
Taking the head of the table, Finn motioned for the servers to get busy so they could be kicked out to let work go forward. Gemma found herself sitting with the Matriarch at the opposite end of the table with the others filling in around them. Clarice immediately started in with demands. She needed housing for four-hundred families. Tomorrow. "Settle down, Clarice," Finn replied in a good-natured tone of voice. Her face went hot at being treated like a rambunctious child, but the big man simply turned and started putting butter on a slice of bread. Clarice's eyes flicked to Gemma, who was studiously avoiding looking at her. The former Huntress Wizard found herself amused by the by-play.
As she spooned up chunks of hearty meat-stew, the Matriarch asked, "so how are we going to do this, babe? You know I haven't got much money." She was running down her own personal stash, and the money her mother had hoarded from the evils she'd done was already running low. Gemma said, "perhaps we should start by considering our assets, Mother." Nodding uncertainly, Emeraude said, "alright... We have a few thousands of coins left in our coffers. We have the few arts and crafts our artisans create." Coolly, her advisor reminded her, "we have the pleasure district. We have our new... Royal Charter to sell services..." Holly and Clarice looked at her in alarm. She was asking women to sell themselves for housing!
Every face there was focused on the King's face. Finn was busy filling his plate, and he motioned for them to go on. Gemma's eyes went to the Matriarch's, and her hand found her erstwhile 'mistress's' hand under the table. "Finn," Emeraude called. The big man looked up at her. His face was bland–a far cry from earlier where he'd been terrified that Dolf had hurt her aunt. "I can't ask that, Finn," she said. "Can't you," he replied? "If that's how the forest operates..." Her face went hot, and her features twisted in anger.
The King's expression didn't waver. "I can't sacrifice the Kingdoms of Ooo for you," said New Finn. "I can give of myself, but I can't give of other people's lives, Matriarch Emeraude. The wood-nymphs of the Grey Forest have to fix the Grey Forest. Now. Go on. What resources do you have, Emeraude? List it all. Then we can see what we can do." We. That dangerous word. Backing down, the warrior-woman glanced away. "I have money," she said. "I've got a few tens of thousands of coins left..." When she'd been comfortably a millionaire. She was going broke supporting them.
"Can't you confiscate the treasure of the Wildberry Kingdom," demanded Clarice?! "Those damned sickos are eating people!" "Some of them are," Finn allowed, "but do you imagine I can fix Wildberry Kingdom if I spend all that money on you?" Clarice glanced to Gemma, who quickly glanced away. The puppets weren't as clever as the puppetmaster. "Assets," Finn reminded them. "Let's talk about what we have."
The women before him looked like critters caught in the headlights of his truck. Finn smiled back at them. They weren't getting out of here until they'd exhausted the list. Now the women began to bicker, with Holly suggesting that there were plenty of wealthy nymphs who had literally lifted not a finger to help their fellows. She was all for confiscating their wealth. Of course, Clarice, being one of those wealthy nymphs, was not at all happy about that idea. "The Matriarch gave, Clarice," growled Holly! "It's your turn!" Finn sat back and ate, only interrupting the bickering when it got a little heated. E had to learn to control this. He had. Finally, seeing that he wasn't going to fix this for her, the wizard-woman cut the shouting off.
"I don't understand," she babbled. Correcting herself, she said, "I... we... It'll be years before we see enough money coming in out of the Trade..." Which he well knew. He needed them to exhaust all their resources before he could come to their rescue. Much as he wanted to bail her out, he couldn't. With his earlier epiphany, he doubly couldn't. Rather than step to the bait, the big man offered, "you've got one asset you didn't mention, E." Nodding at the ernest woman who often shadowed his wife everywhere she went, he pointed out, "you've got a cadre of well-trained wizards. That's worth something."
Shooting to her feet, the former Huntress Wizard snapped, "I will not become my mother! I will not trade blood for money!" Spreading his hands, Finn retorted, "who said anything about blood, babe? Aren't there other things Wizards can do?" Her jaw dropped. Blushing, the young bodyguard announced, "my old master used to make bank curing diseases..." It was clear from her blush just what kind of diseases her teacher used to cure. Blushing herself, Holly opined, "I know somebody who paid six thousand coins to be rid of a bad dose of rot..." Given her earlier attitude, Finn suspected it was Holly herself who'd paid those coins. Still, it was good information and good money.
Nodding, Emeraude said, "we could open a hospital... We could treat people." "There's sick people through the forest all the time," agreed Clarice. "We should take a bond," Prunella offered. Every face there glanced to the mousy woman. "We can give them twenty-percent profit on the bond," she said. "If we can't just ask for the money, we could borrow it." "What would we use as collateral," growled Clarice? "Our asses?" Stubbornly, Prunella replied, "if we have to." "We have the franchise on the sex-trade," Emeraude replied. "We can take out a bond on that. We can offer franchises to people who will loan us money. If we don't pay, they can open a... house of their own." Finn nodded. It was progress. "Let's eat up, guys," he said. "I'm buying. Eat all you want."
Even Gemma blushed. They were all thin, and there was no hiding that fact or the reasons why. Finn shut down the discussion and sent his wife's bodyguard out for more grub. In short order, there was a raucous feast going on. Finn let it go, sitting back and doing his best to keep them talking to each other instead of deferring to him. As the clock chimed for midnight, the Matriarch finally looked up and realized just how much they'd strayed from the original purpose of the meeting. Finn, who'd mentally checked out, was focused on his phone.
"Finn," she called. The big man looked up with a calm, 'yeah, babe?' "We should go," she announced. "Sure," he replied. Admonishing the others to get rest and be ready to go in the morning, the Matriarch rose to join her husband at the door. Finn shed the napkin in his lap, slipped his phone in his pocket, and slipped around Marianne to reach the door. He was a little bit worried about how his lady was going to take what had just gone down. It was the second time he'd had to do that to her.
The former Huntress Wizard surprised him. She said not a word as they headed down the hall to the elevator, and she said little at all until her bodyguard climbed off the elevator on the top floor. As they walked down the hall, she said, "thanks for doing that to me." The words were hard, but there was no venom in it. "We have to learn our jobs," he replied. "You have to learn to deal with being manipulated." He meant Gemma. She wasn't used to dealing with this kind of manipulation. She'd had plenty of guys try to maneuver her onto her back so they could get some. Now she blushed a little out of embarrassment, but she took his hand and twined her fingers in his.
Having gotten a text from her niece, Marphisa was waiting on them in the Matriarch's quarters wearing a soft, ankle-length nightgown in transparent yellow silk over matching lacy panties. A lacy bra in yellow and black held her plump knockers up, and a blush suffused her features when she caught sight of Finn there in the entry. As Finn stepped into the room, Emeraude shut the door behind them. With a snap of her fingers, she caused the soft glow that had lit the room to slowly dim until it was no stronger than candlelight. Warm as it was, it was a night made for torrid fucking, and the big man found his pecker springing to attention.
As he'd said to Teri, it wasn't that he didn't see pretty girls. After almost wrecking his marriage with Simone, he'd trained himself not to react in spite of provocations. Back in the day after he'd smashed the aliens, provocation had seemed never-ending. At the same time, he'd have to admit to having screwed Simone and E within an inch of their lives after running into something hot and sexy in his travels. Time had burned up all that youthful energy, causing the hunger to go quiet until Nadia's 'fix'. Now, the big man found himself drawn to his aunt-in-law in a way he hadn't before.
One step. Two. Then he had his arms around her and his hands on her round bottom, giving it a squeeze. His lips were locked to hers, and his hips were grinding into her belly. The older woman moaned softly. Then, as she realized where they were and who was with them, she let out a squeak of fear and jumped back from him. "C'mon, donk," Emeraude teased Finn, as she took his hand and headed for the bedroom.
As she walked, she began to shed clothing, starting with the dress she'd been wearing. That left her down to her sexy blue panties and stockings. Her belly jutted out from her middle, and Finn found himself taken with the urge to kiss it. Kneeling in the entry to the bedroom, the King of Ooo pulled his wife to him and kissed the tops of her milky knobs. Working his way across her chest, he kissed every inch of exposed skin until he got to her bra. That proved no real obstacle, as he reached back and popped the catch open. In short order, it was sailing across the room to the chair in the corner.
Finn leaned in and gave the heavy booby on the right a long, hard suck, tasting her bitter milk. As before, he found it strangely invigorating. Working his way down, he kissed her round belly–home of his little girl–before teasing her belly-button with his tongue. E was rubbing her thighs together when he got done with that. "Oooh, baby," she moaned. His magic hands were touching her in all the right places, and when he got down on his knees before her, she knew she was a goner.
As Marphisa watched, Finn had his way with her niece. Shoving his face into her crotch, he began to kiss her, his wet tongue teasing her through the soft silk. The younger woman's hips began to move, grinding against his nose. It didn't take long. Emeraude was horny as fuck from months of nothing. The fuck-session where he'd knocked her up, hot as it was, felt like a drop in the bucket compared to what she needed. With a soft cry, she went over the edge.
The King jerked aside the crotch of those soggy panties and went at his Queen's hot box like a fiend now. Licking and smacking on her steamy sex, the big man drove her straight up the wall. Marphisa found herself rubbing her own snatch as Emeraude's man expertly sexed her, while her niece practically clawed his scalp bloody. The wizard-woman's legs were wobbly when Finn finally got done. Shaking herself, she turned to her aunt and said, "your turn..." When Marphisa made no move, she said, "get your ass up on that bed. You want a baby? This is your chance."
The older woman moved now like her feet were on fire. She did just as she'd been told, climbing up on the bed and laying back against the pillows. Turning to her husband, the Matriarch told him, "make it nice, baby..." Nodding, Finn began shedding his clothes too. His wife moved to the chair beside the bed to watch as her aunt took in the sight of the massively built hunk and his equally massive johnson. Licking her lips she found herself praying to Glob that this worked. While she'd raised a succession of her sisters' children as her own–caring for other people's children on numerous occasions–she'd only dabbled at having a baby herself. She'd never been able to commit to something that was basically a fool's errand for a whore.
Leaning down, Finn began to kiss her again. At the same time, his hot hands roved across her body, playing with those big knockers, teasing her feverish flesh. Finding the catch for her bra, he popped it open, letting him get 'hands on' with her knobs. His thumbs flicked the fat nips, and he ran his hands, palm-down, all over her big fun-bags. The Hero-King nibbled at her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he stroked her broad hips. Kissing his way down her neck, he teased her throat and shoulder with his mouth and tongue, sending sparks of sensation shooting up her spine. A lifetime of nameless faces and anxious johns had accustomed her to rough treatment. The feel of those strong fingers touching her so gently was driving her up the wall.
Her fingers clawed at his wrist as he teased her snatch with a fingertip, while he had a long suck on her heavy left titty. The plump woman moaned and thrashed, her hips wriggling in heat as the big man toyed with her feverish body, stroking her inner thighs and teasing at her snatch without really engaging. Sitting in the chair, the Matriarch found herself thinking back to the first time she'd gotten this. He'd touched her just like this. She'd been hooked from the first moment. More to the point, he'd given her hope of a life that was more than greed and anger. Her mind went to the child occupying her middle. He'd dropped into her life and given her hope of something better. Then he'd shown up in the Grey Forest and done the same for her people. Simone had named her first child, turning the anger and irony of the Wishmaster's Vengeance into something wonderful. Now, the Matriarch decided that it was a fitting choice for her baby's name to reflect what her father had brought their race. Hope.
On the bed, Finn was just sliding the sticky panties off of Marphisa's hips. The older woman cocked those meaty thighs wide, giving him access. Kissing his way down the curve of her belly, the big man hesitated not a moment before diving in. The plump woman shrieked when he did that. It was something that rarely, if ever happened to her. Johns weren't interested in the hooker getting off. The starving, needy older woman went crazy as her niece's husband brought her to the edge again and again. Indeed, when Finn finally let up, she was panting for air.
The King of Ooo put his aunt-in-law's ankles up on his shoulders as he fit his fat pecker to her drooling snatch. Marphisa blushed to her hair as she glanced over at her niece, who sat playing with herself beside the bed. A long, loud moan left the plump woman's lips as Finn the human shoved that big dong into her pussy. He was going to get her pregnant. It was all she could think of. Her niece's husband was going to get her pregnant–while her niece took a front row seat to watch.
The big man took his time, getting the plump woman warmed up as she slowly worked that big dick into her snatch. Beneath him, the plush nymph was going crazy, clawing at his shoulders, wailing and moaning as he gave her a good dicking. Over and over the big man shoved that fat missile into her belly, while he continued to toy with the plump love-mounds on her chest. Five minutes in, he was going full speed, and the older woman really began to wail. Thrashing and shaking as her niece's hubby screwed her within an inch of her life, the plump woman looked like she might well start turning blue.
Finn himself was relaxed. This was someone he cared about. Like Drew. Like Teri and Riley. Marphisa had become as much a part of his world as she'd been a part of Emeraude's. He was proud to help her. And it didn't hurt that the lush wood-nymph was no hag. A part of him wondered if E would age into a shape like this. The thought sent a stab of lust into his brain, and the big man lost it. Shoving his rod in deep, he let his aunt-in-law have it with both barrels. Marphisa bit him on the neck, her fingers clawing at his scalp.
As Finn lay himself down, his wife climbed into bed with them and lay herself down at his side. "Thanks, donk," she murmured. That almost made him laugh. She was thanking him. As a well-satisfied Marphisa snuggled up to his back, Finn slipped his arms around E's swollen middle. Hope. It was a pretty name for a beautiful child. He might have worried about his child growing up in the Grey Forest, but now she'd have a sister to pal around with. They'd have to pick something pretty for Marphisa's child.
Had trouble finding the time to get this done. Work is kicking my butt again.