Chapter 9:
Lollipop looked her hubby over with a critical eye. This was a first on a number of levels, and she wanted every little thing to go right. This was the first time that Bonnie wasn't acting as leader of the Princess Privy Council. Like most people on Ooo, Lollipop didn't count the unpleasant times where Wildberry had tried to usurp control. On top of that, this would be the first time Finn himself would address the council as something more than their henchman or dog. Her husband was a man of means and power now, and she'd dressed him to reflect that.
Today's suit was a dapper number in blue-grey with a creamy white shirt. She'd chosen shoes in black that were polished until she could see her reflection in them. Cherry had contributed a tie in a vibrant red, and Drew provided a single red rose for his jacket pocket. Ingrid had sent down a hand-tooled leather sheathe for his famous sword, and Lollipop had even had his famous bear-hat refurbished so it no longer looked battered and tatty. She'd washed him herself, given him a manicure, trimmed his beard, combed his hair, and now he looked the business. He was so yummy, she would have jumped him. At least she would have if Drew would have allowed it. Nine months pregnant, she'd been 'cut off' for months.
Standing in front of the mirror, staring at himself, Finn had a lot to reflect on. He'd never dressed this way. He knew the importance of it. He'd known that as long as he'd known Bonnie. At the same time, He'd never really had a lot of reasons to try and impress these women. He'd been too busy saving their lives for the early piece of his life when it might have mattered. And later, he'd been married. It had occurred to him from time to time that maybe they might have been a little annoyed by that. Bonnie had hit him with that a couple of times, even suggesting it was why they'd never been a thing. Finn had pushed that aside for the struggle of raising five kids and managing his two wives. Now, he was a in a different world, and the things he'd ignored or pushed aside mattered a lot.
"What are our chances, Bonnie," he asked? It came out of the blue. The pink terror frowned at him. She'd never known him to not sound over-the-top confident, even when they were both scared out of their minds. "With you running amok and doing whatever jumps into your head," she asked? "Ten percent." Lollipop flinched, and she found herself glaring at Bonnie. The pink princess strode up and kissed their husband's cheek then, whispering, "but I'm usually wrong about that. See you in the meeting." Lollipop glared at her back, as the candy-princess walked out the door. Slipping his arms around her, Finn kissed his tasty treat. "I'll see you later, babe," he said. Lollipop insisted on wiping the lipstick off his cheek before letting him get on his way.
The council hall was full as Finn strode in through the main door. He was observing all the little formalities. While it was, technically, Bonnie's palace and her audience hall, she'd always come in the front door like everybody else, since this was supposed to be a council of equals. Finn had struggled with that for over a week, with various factions suggesting other things. Ingrid naturally felt that, as King, he should come in through the private door in the back. He was warlord and master of the machine-army. He had the power. Cherry feared attack and attempted assassination. Bonnie and Nadia counseled that he shouldn't make waves so soon. Ragnhild and Noemi had both suggested that maybe it was time for there to be waves. The world had changed, and they weren't making things better with all the pretense.
In the end, Finn had decided that he would balance things out. He was planning on making plenty of waves already, what with levying taxes on the various kingdoms and planning on expanding the army. That didn't even get into some of the social changes they were looking at. He was looking at announcing some of his more shocking decrees here to an audience that would be absolutely stunned to realize that he could issue decrees. Bonnie had urged caution with that, but it was the one thing that Finn had decided he couldn't really be cautious with. If they thought they could pressure him into changing course, he would be screwed because they would balk at every decree he issued. So be bold, buddy, he told himself. You'll only get one chance.
When the meeting was called to order, Finn rose, stepped to the center of the room, and in Kingly fashion, began to address his subordinates. Bitter faces greeted that. He, the jumped up peasant–their former dog, dared treat them as subordinates. The women who had elected him King collected a lot of dirty looks that 'd created the monster as it were.
Finn got his first real challenge out of Aysun. She went right at him, declaring that she hadn't voted to name him King. Finn responded by simply declaring her guilty of treason and making her an outlaw on the spot. Bonnie gripped her chair in a white-knuckle grip as Finn coldly told the Emerald Princess he would disband her army and jail the entire royal family of the Emerald Kingdom. The proud princess was reduced to tears, her show of defiance collapsing faster than it started. Nobody else got out of pocket. Nobody dared. It was just as Finn had said. He had the power. It was pointless to pretend otherwise.
Finn moved on. He delivered a shockingly eloquent speech about the challenges facing their world. He was calm, polite, and firm. It was a performance like the one he'd given at the start of the Lich War. In the end, he got his way. There was muted grumbling about his edicts but no more than that. At the King's command, Ragnhild dissolved the meeting.
The meeting had gone about as well as he'd guessed it would. Which was to say that everybody was pissed, and there were a whole pack of faces who were possibly regretting voting for him as Warlord of Ooo. At the same time, the change needed to happen. The old methods of doing business had to go. This was the world they had. With Thor at his back and Betty at his side, the King of Ooo mingled with the members of the Council who hadn't already gone, doing his best to sell the reforms to them while making it clear that he wasn't backing down.
While he stood talking to Turtle Prince, he was aware of someone slipping through the crowd to his side, but he didn't realize it was Sheila until she greeted him. "G'day, Finn," she announced. "Hey, princess...," he started to say. That was when he got the shock. Betty, who'd been doing her best to listen to multiple conversations at once, locked onto that sudden change in tone like a missile. Her eyes flicked to Finn's face, and then down to what he was looking at. Was that a baby-bump?!
He'd told them about this bitch getting him hammered on narcotic honey. Their husband never hesitated to tell them everything that was going on with him. It was sometimes disconcerting, but Betty always used it as a basis to work out problems. The news that one of their colleagues had actually drugged their husband to have her way with him had led to several of them considering a beating, with Ingrid and Breakfast un-ironically leading the way. Now, it appeared that Sheila had spun multiple levels to her nasty little scheme.
"Mind if we talk," said Sheila. "Private..." A disturbed Finn excused himself from the circle of Royals he'd been chatting with. Stepping off towards the private chamber at the back of the hall, Finn led his new Royal Problem towards the more private room back there, with Betty doing her best to put off any questions the Turtle Prince had. She wanted to break away. She wanted to break away and see what the hell it was that Sheila had to say now. Cherry was already on the case, though, sending Thor to the hall to listen.
No sooner had Finn shut the door on the murmur of conversation in the council chamber than Sheila thew herself on him, pressing her lips to his and teasing him with that rough, raspy tongue of hers. Finn pushed her away, but she wore a grin a mile wide anyway. "What gives," he asked? Her eyes suggested that he already knew the answer. Leaning in, she put her lips to Finn's ear and whispered, "poked holes in that rubber, love..." To emphasize the point, she took his hand and put it against the slight bump in her tummy. Finn's face went terribly pale as she forced his fingers to stroke the home of his newest child. "Her name's Susie," whispered the blonde bombshell.
His howl of 'what?!' could be heard in the council hall. Betty brushed the Turtle Prince off and came rushing to the door, only to find it locked from the inside. Within the room, Finn was pulling at his hair in horror and rage as he paced furiously. What the fuck was he going to do with this?! Sheila laughed it off as if it was all a big joke. "Oh, Finn," chuckled the busty princess, "I live on the far side o'the world! Fair-dinkum. I'm not gonna' ask you t'drop everything to live with me! I... just wanted a little fun aaaand, well, a baby..." Forcing the irritation from his voice, "but you've made me responsible for a child, Sheila."
It was clear from her expression that she really hadn't expected that reaction. "I-I don't understand," she burbled. "No," he muttered. "I don't imagine you would." He stood there a moment, his blue eyes burning into hers, and she could all but feel the rage. At the same time, his expression was dead calm. "Thor," he muttered. His captain of the guard came in through the opposite door where he'd been listening. "Please escort Princess Sheila upstairs to the Penitent Suite and confine her there," announced the King. "She is charged with unlawfully drugging a Royal Person." Sheila's jaw came unhinged, but Thor hesitated not a moment before grabbing her by the arm and dragging her towards the door. "F-Finn," she howled?! "I... I don't understand." "No," he muttered, "but you soon will."
The news spread fast. It was hard not to notice a fellow Royal being hauled away. Shortly thereafter the rumors got started. Sheila hadn't exactly been careful of who she'd told about her antics, and it wasn't hard to put two-and-two together to get the sum. The idea that Finn would imprison one of them for something so seemingly small shocked some, terrified others, and left the entire council in turmoil.
Of course that paled in comparison to the turmoil in Finn's family. Ingrid, Breakfast, Marceline, Lollipop, Emeraude, and Phoebe were all in on the 'beat Sheila' campaign now with Cherry, Nadia, and Strudel wavering on the edge. Simone, Bonnie, and Betty were doing their best to talk the others down from their rage, and Sarah and Drew were primarily concerned with checking Susie over to make sure she didn't have the Quicksilver Curse. Sitting on the sidelines, the kids were in a state of bemusement over the whole business, with Billy feeling a little guilty for bailing on his dad. If he hadn't slipped off, the big blue dufus might have been able to dodge this latest entanglement.
Finn himself sat in the chair at the head of the table staring into space and looking mortally depressed. He'd summoned the pack of them as soon as he got free of the council meeting, but he'd spent most of the time looking mortified and flinching in embarrassment whenever somebody pointed out what Sheila had done. Somewhere around the time Phoebe suggested simply taking the child, the big man finally seemed to have had enough. Rising, he told them all, "none of these answers are acceptable. Meeting adjourned." Without another word, he strode straight out the door.
A worried Cherry ordered Thor to follow him. Bon stepped in then, saying, "no, mother. He needs time to think. Alone." Turning to the others, he said, "anger isn't going to solve this. Sanctions levied in anger are only going to make this worse. Every last one of you is guilty of doing something pretty awful in the last five years, so let's have no more talk about punishments. Let's talk about how we're going to move forward." The Royal Moms got very quiet just then, not least because that was all true.
For his part, Finn found himself riding alone in an old Banana-Guard truck, literally taken from the driver as he stood talking in the courtyard with one of his colleagues. Finn simply got in it and drove off. He wandered for a time. Taking the turns through the back-streets of Bonnie's capitol in a daze, he tried thinking his way through this mess and utterly failed. He'd been so careful. He'd done his best to be careful and live up to the example his wives and kids expected. Sheila had blown the whole thing out of the water in the blink of an eye. Now he sort of understood why people had Royal Food-Tasters. If someone he called a friend could do this to him, he shuddered to think what people who meant him harm would do.
As the sun set, the big man found himself no closer to figuring out what to do than he'd been before he set out. He was supposed to spend time with Sarah and Betty tonight, but his heart wasn't really in it. He felt like he'd sort of betrayed them. At the same time, he felt betrayed himself. And what would Sakura say when she found out? He'd put her off with the excuse that he was married, and then he'd ended up banging her best friend. A corner of his mind that he'd come to associate with his instinct for self-preservation had a chilling warning for him.
He'd been blasé about turning down Princesses when he was a kid. He'd grown wary when he became a man, realizing, after the screw-up in Wildberry's Kingdom, that those madwomen had real power to hurt him and his friends and family. He'd become adept at putting them down without hurting them. He'd gotten a glimpse of what could happen if he let himself get into trouble with one of them when Nadia tried for him on the flight home from Talia's place. Nadia had been burning-up with jealousy. So much so that he'd been a little worried that she'd take it too far. Sheila had sort of put him in that spot again.
"I need a drink," he muttered. He knew he shouldn't. He'd called himself done with even bark-beer after the months of drinking his sorrows away while Simone and E were gone. Now, he was at the bottom again, and the hunger was back. When the light turned green, he turned right, bound for the capitol's odd little 'red-light' district. He took the turns as one who was too familiar with them. Lost in a fog, he wasn't even aware of the car that had been following him half the day.
Rolling down the main drag in unpleasantly familiar surroundings, Finn found the whole district was quiet and all but dead, with only a couple of gentleman's clubs still open. His mind wondered at that. Had he been gone that long? He knew the nymphs had decamped back to the Grey Forest after the war with the Lich and the subsequent events the following year, drying up a lot of the vice. Since then, Cherry's Capos had been rather busy hunting down everybody involved with freeing the Lich or supporting Sugarlump and Marjorie. Still, there should still have been a few ho's on the street, right?
Arriving out front of Riley's club, the big man parked the truck out front as if he couldn't be bothered to care about the 'no-parking' sign. Who was going to tow an official truck after all? Striding inside, he found the place had changed quite a bit. For starters, the crowd was thinner, and he didn't see TV hanging out front, watching the girls strut their stuff. On stage, Teri was doing her thing, and there was no sign of Pearl, Tallulah, Nickie, or Velvet. That raised his hackles, making him wonder what had happened to the girls.
Striding up to the bar, he found Riley there at the counter, serving the few patrons seated there. "Hello, sailor," announced Riley, as she caught sight of Finn the Human. King Finn, her mind amended. She'd been thinking of him only that afternoon. Teri had seen the processions of princesses as they went blitzing through on main-street. She'd come back to help open the bar in the hope that some of those bodyguards would be down here in the evening after they put their masters to bed. They'd both talked about the man the Royals had come to see. They'd done nothing but talk about him while they worked to get the place set up.
It was kind of crazy. Here was the man she'd infected with the hug-wolf curse who had, somehow, saved the both of them. Here was the man she'd been half in love with for more than twenty years. He'd saved the world countless times, and his body bore the scars of that life. And still her panties got a little wet just looking at him. Teri was in the same spot. Finn the Human had saved her from being tortured to death by a sick fuck so he could get his jollies from it. It was funny to think that the two of them shared that in common. And they both wanted him.
In spite of the time they'd been together, they both wanted Finn. It was a hopeless dream, and Teri especially tried to keep it from wrecking what they had between them. At the same time, when they saw him out and about with one of those others, it was hard not to think about being one of the gang. He had fourteen. What was one or two more?
Glancing around uncertainly, Finn sat himself at the bar. His face looked haunted, and Riley found herself thinking that one of the girls had done it to him again. He had the face of a man who was looking at an ugly mess in his house and needing an escape. "Ok," she said, "what did they do this time?" Finn flushed as his friend immediately zeroed in on his reason for coming. Instead of answering, Finn asked a counter-question. "Where is everybody," he murmured?
With a shrug, Riley replied, "quit. Velvet's back at the morgue. Nickie's working three jobs. Tallulah went home, wherever that is." "Pearl," he asked? With a sigh, Riley replied, "she and TV moved in with his mom. They're struggling, babe." "I'm sorry," Finn murmured. He felt responsible for bringing trouble. "What trouble," she replied? "It's the local banana-guard that's the problem. He's taking bribes from all the local businesses. If you can't pay, he beats up your customers..." Finn goggled at her. He wouldn't have expected one of the bananas to do something like that!
Shaking her head, Riley informed him, "not a banana. A banana-guard. It's some punk from Muscle Kingdom who showed up after you put down the Lich." Finn vaguely recalled Fionna and Star deputizing a bunch of those guys at the height of the crisis. He'd given very little thought to the business at the time. They'd needed warm bodies, and it had been all hands on deck. Later, with the weight of the world literally on his back, he'd spent no time at all on worrying about his friends. Now he wondered what else was going on. As he opened his mouth to question Riley on what was happening, she announced, "my turn..." As Finn spun in his chair to see what she meant, he spotted Teri leaving the stage. The bouncer had to take a turn as barkeep until Teri came out of the back, fully dressed once more.
"Been awhile," the wood-nymph announced. She sounded cheerful. "Yeah," Finn sighed. He sounded disturbed to her ears. "Ok," said the nymph. "What's going wrong now?" He indicated the half-empty bar and said, "sometimes feel like a failure. I tried to protect you guys, but the bar's hurting anyway..." Shoving a Berry-Blitzer under his nose, she said, "you take shit too personal, babe. I'd say we're doing good."
She had a half-hundred funny stories to relate. Riley had gathered up all the girls and their families and headed south when the undead were on the rampage. She'd done what she could to get them to the coast, reasoning that they could get a boat and maybe reach safety over the sea. They'd fallen in with a bunch of Froyo-folk and had a grand time. With the world looking like it was going to end, real-soon-now, Riley had proposed. They'd gotten hitched in Muscle Kingdom.
Finn felt a little embarrassed. He hadn't known. "I should get you something," he murmured. That was music to Teri's ear. She'd been thinking about this since the last time he'd been in their bar–before he became King of Ooo. Now she was going to finally ask for the thing that she most wanted in the world. Unfortunately, before she could frame the question, the mooks in front of the stage started shouting. The wood-nymph rushed off to serve them. Finn found himself nursing his drink alone once more.
Riley was on stage, strutting her stuff when Finn's keen senses picked up the newcomer approaching him from his left. He never stopped sipping at his drink as Alexia strode up to his table. She was dressed in a floor-length mantle that hid her body from his eyes, and she had the hood drawn up to shadow her face, but he got a glimpse as she stopped beside him. "Hey, Al," he greeted her. Alexia took a moment to look around her before deciding to sit down. She wasn't sure it fit the dignity of a king to be in such a low-brow establishment. At the same time, given Finn's appetites, it sort of fit. He had fourteen paramours.
On his side, Finn found himself wondering why it was that she was here. He'd seen her once or twice since Suadela had gone into the great beyond, but she rarely spoke to him beyond business. She was grieving, and he did his best to respect that. "I wanted to speak to you," she said. Which was odd because it had been her representative in the council chambers earlier. He hadn't even known Alex was in town. She could have come to see him whenever she wanted. Seeing Teri coming back and deciding that this wasn't the right place to have a private conversation, the big man got up, telling the wood-nymph, "we're going to use one of your booths..." "Sure," the wood-nymph replied, as she topped off his glass. Turning to Alexia, Finn asked, "want anything?"
Which question came as something of a surprise to the little princess. She hadn't really thought this through. Not in the details. "What're you drinking," she replied? Turning to his friend, the big man said, "Berry-Blitzer." "Same, then," the Laurel Princess replied. "Two," announced the nymph, as she reached for a second glass.
When Teri had mixed up the second cocktail, the King of Ooo picked it up, turned, and headed towards the corner booth with Alexia walking in his footsteps. The patrons of the establishment studiously avoided looking at him. He still had the reputation. This was the man who faced down killer aliens, undead that could dissolve your body, and the Lich himself. Finn set the drinks down, and motioned for his old friend to have a seat. When she'd sat herself, he settled beside her, and, for quite a while, they simply sat, sipping at their drinks while the former Hug-Wolf paraded around on stage.
He was glad to see the girls were ok, but bothered that someone was hassling them. He was sad to hear that their dancers had all been forced to quit. The fact that TV was forced to live at home again was pretty bad news. At the same time, as King, he was keenly aware that he had far bigger fish to fry. He really should be at home. He should have spent the day working instead of having a pity-party.
Alex said nothing as they polished off their first drinks and started on a second round. Taken with a notion, he said, "we don't have to talk here." "Do what you do here," she replied. He would have expected a girl to be angry or something, though, strangely enough, none of his wives seemed to be bothered about him coming down here. On Alexia's side, she thought the strange, erotic dance of the woman on the stage might help with her quest. "So...," he said.
"Why are you down here," asked Alexia? It was out of the blue. Finn had never been a typical man. He'd done boorish things in the past, but he'd left that life behind when he met Simone. Now he was here? He wanted to dissemble. Instead, he answered her honestly, "needed to get away. Working out some stuff." Alexia frowned, and she wondered if he still felt the ugly feelings of loss that she sometimes felt. You could ask, she thought. Turning to him, she reached out and took the glass from his hand. "What ails you," she asked? "Tell me..." Frowning a little because he wasn't sure he wanted this generally known, the big man found himself thinking that it really didn't matter. He had to tell little Susie he was her dad. He couldn't hide that from a child, no matter what Sheila thought.
"Lamprey Princess did something stupid," he rumbled. When Alexia frowned at him, he found himself telling her the whole story–the trip east, the bandits, and Sheila's stupidity. Frowning at her drink, Alexia rumbled, "I confess... I don't understand men..." Finn chuckled. He got that a lot. "She offers you... free love," said Alexia. "She tricked me," Finn retorted. "She got me high as a kite on Golden Honey, and stole from me. And in the end, she put me on the hook to look after a child that I wasn't expecting." "But she's taking care of it," Alexia responded. She turned to face him, her green eyes burning into his. "A woman can't take care of a child by herself, Alex," Finn replied.
His drinking companion spluttered, but Finn's voice was hard, as he said, "women aren't good with discipline. Sometimes they're so busy nurturing, they forget that a child needs to be pulled back sometimes. They forget that kids need to be taught to see the world for what it is before the world punches them in the guts. Kids don't get discipline, they turn out pretty messed up." Alexia flushed. Her children had issues before being kidnaped and murdered. It was a little sobering and embarrassing to realize that Suadela had been a flighty bumpkin waiting to be robbed. She hadn't gotten a second chance.
"But you'd take the child as your own, wouldn't you," she murmured? She was half-thinking of herself–of what she wanted to ask. "I have to," he replied. "It's as important as being king." That thought... shocked her. Her husband had been happy to be quits of her and their children. When faced with a choice of settling down to the business of raising a family, he'd found he was much happier hanging on the beach all day, surfing. It was mad to think it, but Finn the Human seemed more offended by the Lamprey Princess's irresponsibility than the act itself. It was a mad notion, but there it was.
The words came out of Laurel Princess's mouth unbidden. "What will you do," she asked? It was an absurd question, especially when she pretty well already knew the answer. What would a man like this do when you told him he was a father. "I... have to do this," Finn sighed. "I have to figure out how to take care of Susie. Without sacrificing the kids I already have." That was enough. That was what made her finally speak her mind.
Softly, Alexia said, "I want you to sleep with me... to... breed me." His eyes found hers. She was staring at where Riley was dry-humping the stripper-pole, broad hips wriggling around, and giant, sumptuous titties joggling with every move she made. A lot of guys were shooting off in their pants now. He'd done that once when he'd been getting no lovin' from Simone and E. Alexia would have gone into explanations of why she wanted this, but really he knew why. It was the same reason Sheila did what she did. Betty had been right. This was sort of a curse for him. At the same time, having been forced to end Suadela's existence on Ooo–having forced Alex to let her go–he felt he owed her. Having given Sheila a child in an ugly way, he couldn't exactly turn Alex down. "Ok," he said.
Rising, the big man put cash on the table. Taking Alex by the hand, he led her out of there. "Where you staying," he asked? Nodding, she said, "let's go there." She meant the hotel down the street. Finn nodded. He was game. He'd given this to Marcie and Bonnie without even knowing it. In the end, he'd been blessed with the kids he'd fathered. He loved them all dearly. On top of that, he felt like he'd failed this woman, even if he hadn't known her kids had been taken. In spite of past conflicts, he still thought of Alexia as a good friend. So why not, he thought?
Those were all the thoughts that went through his mind as he led his old friend/flame down the street to the run-down hotel there. A little cash got them a key, and Finn led his lover for the night and future mother of his child to their rented room. On her side, Alexia had been a little surprised that it had been so easy to get him to agree. She'd let herself go when she got married and had kids. More to the point, he had a selection of beautiful women sharing his bed, several of them being immortal wizards. Why would he want her? But here they were.
Finn moved to the bed, shedding weapons and equipment she hadn't even realized that he had. Startled, the proud princess stared as he emptied hidden pockets of their contents, showing that Finn had little need of bodyguards still. When he'd taken off the weight of his weapons and equipment, he turned and sat down on the bed, facing her. It was time. She had to decide if she really wanted to go through with this. Was she really ready for this?
Striding forward, the still-pretty princess shrugged off her mantle, revealing her newly-slim body encased in embroidered black stockings under a lacy black garter and transparent black lace panties. A lacy-black push-up bra completed the look, shoving her perky little titties up and out and even exposing the hard little blue-back nipples to his greedy gaze. It had been months since he'd seen her last, and she honestly, looked amazing. Gone was the little paunch she'd developed from birthing two kids. She was svelt, with trim legs, and perky little knobs.
When she was in front of him, she leaned in and kissed him. The pair swapped spit, tasting each other and the berry-flavored liquor they'd consumed earlier while the big man caressed her curves, stroking her flanks, while his fingertips teased at the lace of her garterbelt. Slowly he worked his way up, while they continued to kiss. Her hands reached out and stroked the hard muscle of his chest. He was still an imposing man, even in his early forties.
"Hhhh," gasped Alexia, as she felt his hands on her pert little knockers. His hands glided over her knobs, palm-down, raising gooseflesh and causing the tips to harden and jut out. Moaning softly, into his mouth, Alexia began to unbutton his shirt, getting skin-on-skin with his hard body, as he squeezed and caressed her perky booby. Breaking that kiss, he bent down, and slurped the hard tip of her left titty into his mouth, giving it a hard suck. "Unnn," moaned Alexia, her hips gyrating in heat at the feel of that.
Sliding his hands down the back of her silky panties, the big man grabbed her round little ass, squeezing the hard muscle. She'd been exercising for months to lose the weight and firm her body back up. Now it paid off as Finn began to get rather turned on. Drawing his lips back to hers, Alex climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs. Soft sighs left her lips as they continued to kiss and caress each other. She unfastened his shirt the rest of the way and began pulling it off. As she struggled with that, the big man slipped his hand down the front of her skimpy panties before sliding a pair of thick fingers up her hot snatch.
She'd been a little creamy when they left the bar. The sight of women showing off their bodies for random strangers–and listening to Finn talk about fucking Sheila the Lamprey Princess and pumping her belly up–had gotten Alex hot. Now, as he frigged her hot little pussy, she rewarded his efforts by squealing into his mouth in lust as her pussy squirted hot fuck-oil all over his hand. To Alex's shock, far from being disgusted, Finn slurped her sex-slime off his fingers.
Reaching down between them, he unfastened his pants and slid them off, freeing his massive pecker. It was just as fucking big as all those bitches had said. He was hung like a horse! As she stared, Finn was sliding those slimy panties off her hips and down to her ankles. Alex moved instinctively to help him because her mind was focused on screwing.
The big man drew her to him once more, and Alex immediately caught that huge pecker and aimed the fat, purple tip at her opening. The Laurel Princess moaned softly as she slid her hot oven down his long, fat shaft. Finn found himself biting his lip at the feel of that as Alex slowly but surely forced her hungry snatch onto his meat. It was a little crazy to think about it, after the thing with Sheila, but Alexia had been one more of the 'girls he'd wanted to do' back in his youth.
As the pretty princess screwed herself silly, riding up and down that big pole, Finn toyed with her perky knockers, teasing them with his hands and occasionally leaning in towards her to have a taste. Indeed, his hands seemed to be everywhere to Alexia. "Oooah," she howled. It was just like she she'd heard!
That hard little butt of hers was moving like a blur, her hot oven driving him crazy. It was better this time. In spite–or because–of the Golden Honey, he honestly couldn't have told you a thing about screwing Sheila. He barely remembered it, and he really only remembered the painful scratches she'd left him with. She'd swore up and down she was sorry, but he hardly believed it. Girls liked to do that to him. Tonight, he wasn't drugged out of his mind, and he was enjoying this. No hang-ups. No accidents. Alex wanted a baby. It was a lot like Dr. P. He'd answered the call when Drew needed him, and now he was doing the same.
The big man wrapped those powerful hands around Alexia's waist and began riding her up and down his pecker like she was a toy. She was his very-own fuck-doll! The thought of that sent her flying off into the strongest orgasm of the night. Her body went rigid, her breathing went ragged, and she was screaming in a weird, high-pitched tone. With a groan of sweet release, Finn shot off.
Laying back, he pulled the little woman to him–another pleasant change from that ugly night with Sheila. Usually he was able to avoid being a jerk and going right off to sleep. Snuggling in against him, Alex sighed, "don't complicate things, Finn. You so happen to be the most eligible man on Ooo, even if you gave up bachelorhood. There are far worse things for a child than having you for a father and far worse choices a woman could make than asking for your seed." Chuckling, she added, "I'm not here to try and take you away from them... I just want what I want, and I don't think Sheila has anything worse on offer either." Grinning, she said, "I don't think we're likely to be the last, either. Word's been getting around, but if you don't want more kids, I'd suggest you bring your own condoms."
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