Long story short, Anavallia suggested reverse harem and I remembered a series I read years ago where an alien species needed to use a minimum of two of its men for successfully mating/breeding a human woman. I started it with the intention of being a chapter for the Naughty Storybook. Well, after 12k and only reaching dry humping stage I decided it will be its own book/story. So, this is a new take on the reverse harem.
Tris POV
"Sign, please."
I look at my parents one more time before pressing my thumb onto the data pad.
Father looks ecstatic while mother looks at Ms Matthews with a frown on her face.
"You may say goodbye to your parents, Beatrice," Ms Matthews states kindly but with authority.
I bow my head and so do my parents and then I am left alone in the office with Ms Matthews.
"I will bring you over to your house shortly but I wanted to talk about details before I do so."
"I know what is expected of me," I assure.
"That may well be, Beatrice, but this is new for everyone involved. This project has been a long time coming and I am glad to see it happen during my lifetime. While I am thankful for all volunteers, I know this is going to be the hardest for you. The psychologists deemed you ready and I accept their assessment. We will not intervene unless it is for medical purposes but you can contact us about any issues. Now, I have your schedule right here and I would recommend sticking to it, favouritism is not encouraged, equal opportunity is what makes this project so valuable."
Jeanine slides a laminated sheet of paper my way and I look it over.
Week one
Monday – Eric
Tuesday – Uriah
Wednesday – Peter
Thursday – Tobias
Friday – Edward
Saturday - Eric
Sunday – Uriah
Week two
Monday – Peter
Tuesday – Tobias
Wednesday – Edward
Thursday – Eric
Friday – Uriah
Saturday – Peter
Sunday – Tobias
It continues this way and when I look at the back of the sheet I see three whole months are covered.
"If three months are not enough to get you pregnant we will intervene but you all have been medically cleared. They are all nice young man, Beatrice, and will treat you with the respect you deserve. They have varying experiences with sex and I would recommend speaking up when anyone does something you don't like or lacks in that department. Any questions?"
I shake my head.
"Good, then let's head out. The boys are already waiting for you," Jeanine grins and I am sure she is thinking about the babies I am going to birth. They are all hoping for Pures that can then be set free on the city and help diversify the gene pool. It has yet to be proven that if two Pures, or in this case, a Pure and nearly Pure have a child that it will automatically be the same. Genetics are more than just the parents' DNA.
Jeanine's tablet beeps and she glances at it before turning to me with a big grin.
"The council agreed with your request to have all the fathers registered properly and and every fifth pregnancy it is your choice and yours alone. You did well with the negotiations, Ms Matthews praises as we approach a large set of double doors. She scans her card and pushes it open. There is a large courtyard in between buildings and it is a good size for not only a break but for children to roam free.
Unfortunately we enter another building but I soon realise we are just passing through. On the other side is a wide open area and I suddenly remember that Erudite in the furthest from Amity but the closest to Navy Pier. This must the the vast land leading up to it.
Up ahead is a large house that looks brand new. It is surrounded by a generous fenced in yard.
"You can expand both the house and the gardens. All men work from home but might be called in when needed. It depends on how things go but for the first three months you are all stuck with each other. There is plenty to do around the house and we left a variety of projects. Let me know when you run out but keep in touch, no matter what. I am counting on you to save our people, Beatrice."
Jeanine opens the gate for me and as if they saw us, well, they probably did, five men step out of the house.
I take them in and at first glance there is a bit of everything to be found. One is extremely tall and well muscled, one is tall and skinny while the other three are average height with different body types. We have blonde hair, brown hair and black hair. Fair and dark skin. Grey, blue, brown and green eyes.
"Beatrice, these are your new husbands. Eric," Jeanine points to the extremely tall and muscled man with blonde hair and grey eyes, "Edward." Average height, blonde hair and green eyes. "Uriah." Chocolate skin, average height and brown eyes. I also notice the biggest grin I have ever seen on his face. "Peter." Tall, extremely light skin tone for someone with black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. "And Tobias." Jeanine lists off and I try not to show that I remember Council Leader Marcus Eaton's one and only child. He has brown hair and his father's blue eyes while sporting his mothers' darker complexion.
"Boys, this is Beatrice. Treat her as the amazing woman she is," Jeanine warns. "Now, you all go have fun and I see you in a few weeks."
I can feel my face heat when Jeanine leaves us with THOSE parting words.
"I like to be called Tris," I blurt out and they all nod while Uriah and Tobias smile at me.
"Welcome to your new home," Tobias states while moving to open the door. He gestures for me to go ahead and I dig deep and do it with my head held high.
Then we are all standing awkwardly in the living room.
"Why don't we sit and talk," Edward suggests and Uriah basically throws himself onto the couch with a deep sigh of relief while I gingerly sit in one of the armchairs.
"We talked in between us, Tris," Eric starts and I turn to look at him. "And we agreed that we will give you all the time you need to get adjusted to us. It's a big step going from being a dependent to becoming an adult with five husbands. We all signed the papers, we know the deal but this doesn't mean we can't take the time to get to know each other."
"I appreciate this but I had enough time to think about everything and we can proceed as planned. I am about to ovulate."
I don't have to elaborate, they all know what it means and turn to look at Eric. He is the first one on my list, I remember.
"That's good but we are one big team, Tris. We worked on getting to know each other and live within such a large group. You will need some time to do the same."
"I can do that while we start on fulfilling our contracts," I argue.
"We want you to know that we are not going to push you," Tobias jumps in. "We want to be your friends, Tris, not just means to an end."
"I promise I will make the time to get to know each and every one of you. Why don't we start by you telling me more about yourselves and showing me the house?"
They do exactly that and I learn a lot about my new husbands, all five of them. Why did they have to call them husbands, I wonder once more.
The house is large and there are over a dozen bedrooms. Each of us gets their own and it's up to me to either invite them into my room and visit them in theirs when it's their turn. It sounds clinical, I hope it won't be.
The day passes faster than I anticipated while I am getting to know my new home and family.
Tobias and Peter cook while I keep chatting with the others and then it is suddenly time to retire for the night.
Everyone but Eric leaves the room, I am sure they all talked about it beforehand and I have to admit it takes some of the awkwardness away.
"I am still a virgin," I blurt out when it is just the two of us.
"And I have had sexual relations before," Eric counters.
"And you still decided to sign up for this project," I ask, knowing he had to abstain from sex and move into this house, waiting for me to mature.
"It's for a good cause," Eric reminds me.
"Why do you think I signed up? No Abnegation dreams of moving in with five men that are declared her husbands, something unheard of, and declare in writing that she is to bear any children her husbands will gift her through the strict schedule provided."
"It sounds bad if you phrase it that way," Eric teases.
"There is no nice way to say it. I signed over my life to forever be known as the Pure broodmare trying to populate the city on her own."
"That's not true and you are special, Tris. There are no other Pures out there. Tobias and I got ninety-nine percent divergence, but Edward only has ninety-seven while Peter and Uriah just got into the project with ninety-five percent each. "
"I signed up for program where I have sex with a stranger that must try to get me with child," I remind him.
"We don't have to stay strangers, I don't want to be a stranger."
"Okay," I sigh. "Help me find my bed?"
"Your bedroom," Eric corrects with a smirk.
"No, my bed."
"Maybe we should talk a little more, Tris."
"What else is there to say, Eric? How long has it been since you had sex?"
"Two years."
I gulp when I realise he signed up the moment my test results came in.
"You signed up knowing it would be two years before I was legally able to sign on," I double check.
"This is bigger than us, Tris. I felt that being part of it was worth the wait. I could have hedged my bets, kept my options open and fucked my way around Dauntless. The choice was mine and I made it knowing what I was signing up to, just like you did," he reminds me.
"Is it coincidence everyone chose Dauntless or wanted to choose Dauntless," I finally ask. The question had been bothering me since they all told me their home faction, their faction of choice and what they were doing now that they were living in Erudite.
"I don't know. You said it would have been a choice for you too," Eric reminds me.
"Erudite father and Dauntless mother. Now I am more or less Factionless," I muse.
"You are Erudite," Eric says loudly.
"I did not choose Erudite, I chose the project and did not participate in the Choosing Ceremony."
"Then you are Dauntless by default," Eric grins and I return it. "Now, do you have more questions?"
"How much experience do you have?"
I don't have to clarify what I mean.
"Enough to know what I am doing and how to bring you pleasure. If you want details, well, I was born Erudite and we are allowed to experiment in a safe environment, so to speak. As long as you use proper birth control nobody will stop you from exploring sex and I had no reason to deny myself. I was never romantically involved with any of the girls and it was mutually beneficial. Call it successful experiments," Eric states, not looking embarrassed in the least.
"I think I would like you to show me to my bedroom," I whisper.
Eric doesn't question me but holds out his hand to help me stand before keeping it in his so much larger one and leads me through the darkened house.
He holds my door open for me but lets go of my hand. Contrary to what I expected, he does not follow me into my room.
"Are you coming?"
Only when I offer the invitation does he step over the threshold and into my room, closing the door and leaning against it while I look around.
"What now?"
I hate how my voice wobbles.
"Now you tell me what you want to happen and then we see if you are ready. There is no shame in changing your mind, Tris. Any time, okay?"
Eric stares me down with a serious look in his face and I nod.
"Good. What do you want to happen, Tris?"
Eric's words are whispered into my ear and I shiver. Closing my eyes, I find my inner strength and open them again.
"I want you to introduce me to sex," I state and see Eric nod slowly. "I want you to come inside me and I want you to give me a baby."
Eric swallows hard but nods once more.
"Do you want me to undress you or do you want to do it yourself?"
"Could you… could you try to seduce me? Make it less awkward, more natural," I request and Eric tilts his head to the side as if measuring me up.
He doesn't answer me with words but when he steps in front of me and tilts my face up I get my answer.
He has to bend down in order to merge our lips but he doesn't seem to mind and the moment they touch I feel a zing of electricity. Eric doesn't seem to feel it, or at least he doesn't show any signs he felt it and keeps teasing my lips with his.
I gasp when I feel his tongue and he gently guides me as we learn our way around each others' mouths.
Warm hands rub up and down my bare arms and I shiver before I even realise that he pulled my cardigan off.
Eric slows the kiss down and pecks me a couple of times before moving us around and taking a seat on the bed. Then he pulls me to stand in between his massive thighs and nibbles along my neck.
I am embarrassed to hear the loud moans and gasps leaving my mouth but Eric doesn't seem to care. Warm hands slide all over my body and I can feel myself lean more and more into him.
When his hands grab my hips and tug gently, I don't think twice before stepping even closer, and when Eric leans back I follow him.
My mind registers our position and the fact that Eric is slowly dispersing our clothes but he makes me feel so good, I don't mind.
Finally we are both naked and I am avoiding looking at his penis despite having felt it for what must have been hours.
"It might hurt a little but you are wet and ready," Eric explains from where he is lying in between my parted thighs. Not only did he put his mouth on me but he used his fingers as well to bring me to orgasm. Twice.
My body is covered in a layer of sweat that is starting to cool a little but when Eric rises up I can feel nothing but his body's heat.
"Look," Eric urges as he slides his erection along my thigh. "You will learn to love it," Eric promises when I finally look and cringe. "Give it a chance, it's biology's fault and not mine," he teases.
"Biology brought us together," I tell him earnestly and he nods, his soft smile still in place.
"Lets see if biology wants me to spread my genes far and wide. We are going to make a baby," Eric proclaims before kissing me once again.
He knows what he is doing, the kiss is all consuming and I don't even feel him enter me until he breaks my hymen. Eric pauses in his descend into my body but doesn't cease the kiss. If anything, he kisses me with more passion than he had before and I just melt into the mattress.
Eric senses my surrender and pushes all the way in. I am surprised to see myself able to take all of him. He seemed massive to me but maybe he is just average.
My mind stops wondering about these things and the only thing I remember is staring into Eric's eyes while he introduces me to all things intercourse.
Eric's fingers have been on my clit since the first time he bottomed out and I can feel another orgasm approach. My breathing hitches when I feel a shift inside and then Eric moans loudly while his hips still and his muscles tense.
I don't know what I expected but not that. I swear I can feel his seed leave his body and enter mine and then my orgasm is there. I shout his name when my walls grip his cock and the feeling is absolutely glorious. The first two orgasms were amazing but this, this is another level or two up. My body loves having something to hold on and it feels like it prolongs not only my orgasm but Eric's as well.
We are both panting and sweaty but I feel absolutely fantastic, until Eric pulls out.
I whimper and whine in protest when he leaves my body.
"Shhh, it will be better soon. I can get you some painkillers," Eric soothes.
"I don't need them but I wanted to keep you," I bemoan loudly.
Eric looks surprised but then he looks down and cringes.
He grabs a pillow and his shirt, shoving both beneath me before heading into my bathroom.
I don't feel shy anymore and watch his naked body, taking in all that I can, including the now less impressive flesh between his legs.
Eric returns with two towels and a washcloth.
Removing his shirt from beneath me, he lays a towel over my pillows and arranges my legs to rest against his chest while he gently wipes me clean.
"Still feeling good or do you want me to get you some ibuprofen now?"
"I am good," I promise but Eric doesn't look like he believes me. "What are we going to do now?"
"That depends on you," Eric hedges.
"What did you do before, after sex," I clarify.
"Go home," Eric admits while looking thoughtful.
"Will you stay for a little bit, I don't want that, it sounds clinical."
"Where?"
"Here. In my bed," I add when I see the smirk return. Something tells me he had a sarcastic remark ready to go.
"For how long," Eric asks.
"I don't know, when do I have to give you back," I counter.
"We, uh, talked about that as well and we agreed that the days would be for everyone."
"So I can keep you for the whole night if I so choose?"
"Yes."
"Stay, if that's hat you want as well. I don't want you to do something just for my sake."
"Tris, I am here because I wanted to be here."
"You just met me."
"I can say the same for you."
He's got me there and I give it a rest.
"My legs are getting numb, I can put them back down?"
Eric looks a little sheepish when he lowers my legs and starts massaging them.
I moan when I feel the pins and needles and then I look on as Eric's dick grows.
"Maybe you should use the bathroom real quick," he suggests and I stagger across the room to do exactly that.
I take care of business as quickly as I can, thankful that Eric already cleaned me up. I cringe when I wipe in between my legs and see pink coloured goo on the tissue.
Somehow it saddens me to see his seed leave me this way and especially how much it is.
But you can add more, I tell myself. Eric is ready, I could, we could do it again.
The bottle of painkillers on the counter catches my attention and I decide to take one, just in case.
Eric is under the covers when I return, my pillow back in place and the towel nowhere in sight.
I slide quickly under the covers and Eric looks at me for permission before he pulls me into his arms.
"Are you tired, Tris?"
I shake my head.
"Are you sore?"
"I took some ibuprofen, just in case," I admit quietly.
"In case of what," Eric asks, smirk back on his face.
Instead of answering with words, I feel a burst of confidence and slide my hands down his chest until I reach his crotch.
Velvety soft skin that covers a hard stick gets explored by my nimble fingers and Eric buries his face in my neck, silencing his moans and groans.
"You have to slow down, Tris," Eric warns.
I do as asked and he raises his head to look at me before kissing me once again.
This time it feels different, more urgent and I simply let the cards fall where they may. Going with the flow feels incredible and when Eric slides on top of me and lines up I open my legs wider before moving them around his hips.
Eric's tongue tangles with mine while he sets a fast pace. Where he was soft and gentle before, now he is forceful and it feels even better. Maybe it is because I know what to expect, I wonder, but when we both orgasm it feels like I learned another lesson.
This time Eric stays inside my body, caressing my face while kissing me thoroughly.
Only when he softens and slips out on his own does he roll to the side, taking me with him.
"We should clean up but I fear the sheets are already ruined," Eric whispers.
"We can wash them in the morning," I assure.
I have no idea how it happened but I feel really comfortable around Eric. Trust is something I expected needing time to establish but with him there is no waiting for it.
With my mind still in uproar, I did not expect to fall asleep when I did but I sleep the best sleep I had in years and when I wake up Eric is still there.
He doesn't ask me how I am doing, he just looks at me and gently nudges my flesh with his erection. I pull him close and open my legs and Eric once more slides deep into my body and remains there when he spills his seed.
We keep kissing until we can't delay getting up any longer.
And then it is time to part ways.
Eric leaves me to my shower and I am slow to dress when I am done. The city provides everything we need and I find a whole closet full of clothes. They added a variety, not lack a thing, including maternity clothes.
I blush when I walk into the kitchen just to overhear everyone begging Eric to tell them what happened last night.
"Good morning," Eric wishes me instead of answering, and they all show various signs of embarrassment at being caught red handed when they turn to face me.
"Good morning," I return and then there is awkward silence. "This is awkward," I finally blurt out and everyone cringes. "We need to learn how to handle things," I state and they nod.
While nobody talks about the elephant in the room, we all work on finding a way to live with each other.
Contrary to yesterday, we work around the house and make some plans for what we want to do when. It's important to all of us to keep busy so we agree on projects and work around their jobs and obligations.
I am thankful they were all given professions that do not require them to be anywhere but here. Remote working all the way and whatever Jeanine thought, I think it will work without issue.
Time flies and before I know it I am left alone in the living room with Uriah.
"Did you have sex before," I ask bluntly.
"Yes. You?"
"Nope." I pop the p and Uriah looks stunned.
"You didn't sleep with Eric?!"
"I didn't say that."
"Oh."
"Why did you join the project?"
"I was dared to… but I could have gotten out or said no," he hastily adds when he sees my face. "I swear I am here because I want to."
"Why do you want to be here?"
"Because our people need a lifeline, I don't want history to repeat itself and if me being here can make the next generations a bit better off than we are… it's worth a shot."
"You know it will take more than one generation to spread," I remind him kindly. "I can't birth that many children."
"But your children will marry someone and then have more than one child. If you have ten children and then they move on to have ten each, that's one hundred grandchildren that will be cured."
"We don't know that. None of you are pure and even if you were, we could all pass on genes that make them even lower percentage than any of us."
"You are brave enough to take the risk so I can do the same."
"I am not brave, I am not selfless, I just felt it was the right thing to do, Uriah," I sigh.
"I think you are brave and that's all that matters, isn't it?"
There is a challenge there but I have to agree with him.
"True. So, tell me about your previous experience with sex," I encourage and he blushes.
"I only had one girlfriend," he starts but I am ready to interrupt.
"You didn't leave her for the project, did you," I ask in horror.
"No, she … I was in love with her but she was in love with someone else. She left me and I decided that this project was not a bad choice. I am not going into this blind, Tris. I know that we won't fall madly in love but I just want someone who doesn't lie or try to keep me in the dark. I know the five of us will be sharing your bed, I know you might fall for one of us." I open my mouth to protest but Uriah raises his hand and I stay quiet. "I said might, Tris. Don't discount it. You are going to get to know all of us on very personal levels while you share your body with us. Your children will be our children and… what I am trying to say is that I like knowing all the facts. Okay?"
"Yes."
It is weird to take Uriah's hand and lead him into my bedroom.
"You don't have to," Uriah reminds me, sensing my hesitation.
"We need to get to know each other. Seduce me," I ask, hoping I am making the right choice.
Uriah's lips on mine feel different, I can't really explain it. He does all that Eric did and it sparks all the right responses from my body.
He strips me slowly while worshipping my body and when we are both naked he looks at me for permission.
I nod but he still hesitates.
"There is no spark, is there?"
Oh, that's what is missing. I feel silly for not realising it earlier.
"I don't feel it either," Uriah whispers. "But I can still go through with it."
He leaves the question unspoken but I get it loud and clear.
I widen my legs in invitation and Uriah does not question my choice but slides into my body.
It feels nice when he slides in and out of me, we even kiss but there is absolutely no spark at all.
"I am getting close, what about you," Uriah pants.
"I am not," I admit.
"What do you need?"
Uriah sounds a bit winded and I fear we are out of time.
"It's okay," I tell him but he shakes his head and moves one hand down to rub my clit.
Uriah is gritting his teeth and slowing down to almost a halt when his ministrations finally bear fruit and I orgasm.
His fingers leave me immediately and he slides both hands onto the mattress beside my head before rutting into me. It only takes him three thrusts and then he grunts harshly, his eyes squeeze shut and his muscles freeze.
I am not sure how much I can feel but he is smaller than Eric, I noticed.
Not wanting to compare and comment out loud, I bit my lip and decided to just quietly observe them all in order to get a good overview. Maybe Uriah is exceptionally thin or Eric is really blessed.
Uriah doesn't linger and I don't invite him to stay the night. He does help me raise my legs, though, just like Eric did, and when I comment he explains sheepishly that they all got a lecture on what to do when we were trying to conceive.
…
The next morning I am once more the last to get downstairs. Breakfast is already on the table and I feel bad for sleeping in despite it still being before eight.
Eric pushes the bread my way and Uriah follows with the jam I used the previous day.
I thank both and then listen attentively to everyone talk about things they have to do. It seems only Tobias is off today and we decide to tackle the garden.
While not being lazy at all, the men never bothered with a kitchen garden but I know it will be something I want to do.
So, while we build the beds we chat about growing up Abnegation and Tobias' job monitoring the city. Uriah and Peter have the same job as him and they all share an office.
Tobias explains all about the control room in Dauntless and how their set up is just a scaled down version. He, as the eldest of the three, is basically their unofficial supervisor and he sheepishly admits he is receiving perks for it. His pay is higher, for starters, he has extra leave and he assigns the shifts.
"So if you were really upset with one of them you could put them on night shift," I ask, finding the whole topic interesting.
"We are actually exempt from nightshift now that you are here but we decided to volunteer while we can."
"While you can," I ask dumbly and notice he is blushing.
"Yeah, you know. We get to spend the evening with you every five days and once we have babies there will be a lot of other things to do during the night."
I know he is trying to be delicate but the way he phrased it still makes me laugh.
"You can say it like it is, you know? You get to have sex and the whole purpose is to get me pregnant. While I appreciate the extra pair of hands, I am sure it does not take six adults to take care of one baby during the night. It's going to be mostly me," I remind him.
"You need as much sleep as the next person, Tris. We can do it and give you a night off."
"And you plan to breastfeed the baby when it wakes hungry?"
"Oh, that." He grins at me sheepishly.
"Yeah, that," I tease, just as we finish the second bed. "How many should we do to start with? The community garden has twenty but it's lots of helping hands and mouths to feed."
"What do you want to grow here? Erudite provides for us."
"I know that but I feel better if I do something, and feeding us with food I grew makes me feel like I am contributing."
"You are the main contributor, Tris," Tobias states quietly. "Why did you sign up?"
"It's for a good cause," I state once more.
"So your Abnegation upbringing made you do it?"
"No, my selfish side choose me becoming visible. Talking to Uriah last night, I realised something else. I actually like knowing what the future will bring. It is a fact that I now have five husbands and that I will have a child come this time next year. It is not written in stone how many children I will have, it is not decided yet who will father my children but the big picture, it is a certainty and I am happy knowing what the future holds."
I wait with bated breath to see what he has to say to that.
"I didn't even think about it that way but I felt what you described when I signed up to the program," Tobias admits.
"Why did you, sign up, that is," I ask.
Tobias glances at me before looking down to where he is hammering another nail into the wood.
"Don't take it the wrong way but I was just sick and tired of being approached by women I had no interest in. Dauntless is very lax when it comes to sex, alcohol, sometimes even drugs. I did not want any of the girls that kept chasing me but I did not want to stay alone for the rest of my life."
"But now you are stuck with me for the rest of your life," I remind him quietly.
"Like you said, it is for a good cause and I do like knowing I don't have to be chased but can go about my life without having to worry what others think. It's like getting the best of two worlds."
"Did you have sex while in Dauntless?"
"No."
"Did you want to?"
"Not with those women."
"But," I ask, knowing he is leaving things unsaid.
"I am looking forward to tomorrow night."
He glances at me and when he sees I am not mad he continues.
"You might have to teach me."
"I am all but a novice but we can learn together," I offer.
"Sounds good. Now, how many of these things am I building you?"
"Let's start with four and work our way up when needed. You guys have seeds, right?"
"Shouldn't you have asked that before we came out to build the beds," Tobias teases and I throw some dirt at him. "We have plenty, they arrived with the wood and are safely tucked away for whenever you are ready."
Looking around, I try to gauge where exactly I want everything.
"We need a shed and a greenhouse. Maybe a conservatory so we can enjoy a bit of outdoor fun indoors," I muse.
"Outdoor fun indoors," Tobias repeats slowly.
"Some flowers, some vegetables, a small swing and a slide, maybe a sandpit," I list off and I think he gets it.
"We'll make it happen next year," he promises.
After that it is only small talk until it is time to head inside to cook dinner.
As if they smelled it, everyone leaves their offices the moment Tobias sets the large pot of stew onto the table.
They all dig in and then we spend some time in the living room, doing whatever we feel like doing.
Edward and Eric have their noses buried in books while the rest of us play a card game they taught me the night before.
Predictably, everyone quietly makes their excuses when it gets late and then I am left with Peter.
He is Candor born, I learned, and does not hold back his opinion. He is not a loud mouth but he is not staying quiet either. I haven't figured him out yet but there is still time, plenty of time to get to know him. His hazel eyes keep watching me, like he is analysing my every move, His Adam's apple bops up and down when he glances at the clock and then cards his fingers through his hair once more.
"I never had sex before moving in here," I state and look at him expectantly.
"I fucked a handful of women in Candor but did not have much luck in Dauntless."
"Why?"
"Too forward, too brazen." He shrugs.
"Can you take a 'no' for an answer?"
"Yes." Peter looks offended but I am feeling no shame.
"Is that the real reason you did not have sex since transferring to Dauntless?"
"I ranked low and was assigned to the Fence. I did not want a pity fuck and I sure as hell did not want some other desperate guys to make a move on me either. The project suddenly sounded like a good choice."
"So you are saying you signed up to get a better job and access to a pussy instead of being propositioned by your fellow guards at the Fence," I recap.
"Selfish, I know."
"Honest,' I admit. "Tell me, what did you expect to happen when you signed up for this?"
"I already knew you were going to do it," Peter starts and I nod. "I just wanted an out and when I saw it, I took it. What did I expect to happen? Exactly what is happening. I have a women that I share with four other men and I am okay with that."
"Are you okay with them raising your children with us?"
"You still want me," Peter asks, sounding a bit strange.
"Why not," I counter.
"Because I am not here for you nor the possible children I could father if we take it to the bedroom."
"Everyone has their own motive. I can accept your choices and knowing them helps me do this," I admit. "From what I have seen so far, you are pulling your weight, what else should I expect from something this … unique?"
"I don't know why I expected you to be a shy church mouse," Peter laughs. "I should have known better and I am sorry I was such a fool. You are cool, Tris, and I am actually happy I signed up. Will you let me get to know you tonight?"
"Yes," I state and offer him my hand.
He takes it and leads me upstairs.
"Your room or mine," he asks.
I mull it over in my head but nod my head towards my door and Peter does not question my choice.
Once inside the room we both stand there a bit awkwardly until I decide to be proactive. Peter sees this as a means to an end so I can get us started down the road of baby making, I decide and start stripping.
Peter looks on for a second and then removes his shirt, all while looking at me, gauging my reaction.
"Strip," I order, making my intentions clear and he does so with gusto.
By the time I am removing my bra, Peter is already naked and stroking his erection.
I don't shy away from looking him over nor from observing his dick. Where Uriah came up thin in comparison to Eric, Peter is almost as thick but seems shorter. Maybe using Eric as a standard to compare everyone else to was absolutely wrong and Peter is more standard.
"Do you like it, I heard from other women that I am quite blessed."
I bite my tongue, I promised myself I would not compare them in front of each other and this situation is no different.
"Show me what you can do with it," I say instead and Peter grins.
"Best choice ever," he proclaims before nudging me backwards with his body.
I move to lie on my bed and Peter crawls in between my thighs. His mouth meets my clit and his fingers probe me.
He works me over until I am wet and then he slides up until he is lined up.
"Tell me what you need, when you need it," he urges.
"Sure."
"I mean it, Tris. I need you to be honest or else I will just do what works for me. This is supposed to be good for both of us. It may be required to get you pregnant but nobody said it had to be a chore. Talk to me," he urges once more and I am kind of surprised by his little pep talk but then I shouldn't be. Once a Candor, always candid.
"Show me what you got," I state and Peter takes it as permission to proceed.
He is not gentle when he slides in and he sets a rapid pace. A little while in he pulls out and grabs a pillow, shoving it beneath my ass like Eric did when he kept my hips elevated, Peter pulls my legs up until my feet rest beside his head and then he slides back in.
It feels different this way and once more Peter sets a fast pace while he slides in and out. He is a little more measured this way, not as brutal in his thrusts and when his pelvis hits my clit I moan.
"Stimulate my clit," I order, taking him up on his earlier offer.
I left it up to Peter how he was to accomplish that and when he leans forward with my legs still up, I moan in pleasure.
"Good," Peter ask harshly.
"Yes," I moan. "I am getting close."
"Then you'll need more,' he proclaims and changes the angle once more. His hands grab a hold of me and when he slides his arms beneath my shoulders I come.
Peter doesn't stop his relentless assault on my senses, not even when he comes. His groans are loud as he empties himself inside me but he keeps rutting until he is spent.
His body finally stills on top of mine and he looks at me with a smile on his face that transforms him completely.
I like the look of relaxed and happy Peter. It is a sight to behold.
"Thank you, Tris," he whispers into my ear before kissing my cheek.
He raises up and pulls out, keeping my legs up and over his shoulders while gently massaging my calfs.
"You look tired, close your eyes if you want to. I'll let myself out," he promises.
I want to protest, tell him I am good and he can stay for a little longer if he wants to but I am indeed worn out and tired.
My eyes close before I can even acknowledging his offer.
…
I wake up to a room shining with the first rays of morning lights. My hips are still on my pillow but I am covered by a blanket.
Looking at the clock, I see we are approaching seven and slowly make my way into the bathroom.
A shower is a must, I did not get cleaned last night and I feel gross.
Changing the sheets once more, I grab the whole lot and head off to the laundry room downstairs.
This has been a daily occurrence and seems to be here to stay.
A sleepy looking Uriah and a wide eyed Tobias greet me when I walk into the kitchen. Eric walks in shortly after I do and heads straight for the coffee pot without even a sound of recognition.
Only when he empties his cup does he turn around and does a visible double take when he sees me sitting there, staring at him.
"Morning," he mumbles while grabbing some bread and sitting down beside me where I am buttering my toast.
"Long night," I ask.
"Got a call and had to do some extra work. I went to bed only two hours ago but I am off today." His face brightens and he looks at me expectantly. "What's your plan for today?"
"Filling those beds we built yesterday," I state and his face falls. "You don't like being outdoors for a bit?"
"I am not known for my green thumb, Tris."
"You only have to dig up soil," I promise. "Manual labour, a good workout."
"That I can do," Eric states.
"Great."
Edward and Peter walk in and I can see both Eric and Uriah looking curiously between us but when nothing out of the ordinary happens they both focus on their breakfast.
Everyone walks off to work while Eric yawns.
"Why don't you have a nap and join me later," I offer.
"Why don't you keep me company and then we make short work of what you want to do well rested?"
"Uh…" I am at a loss for words. It's Tobias' turn but I am pretty sure Eric just asked me to join him in bed.
"It's okay, Tris. You can spend time with us and still keep the schedule. Nobody is going to be offended," Eric promises.
"But won't that go against the schedule we have? I mean, why have a schedule if I jump into bed with whoever I want?"
"Whoa, I did mean it that way. Shit, of course that's how it sounded like," Eric groans. "I was merely asking if you want to join me for a nap and maybe I can hold you while we do it, that was all," Eric exclaims. "But if you feel like doing something else then there is nothing speaking against it. You still have your free will, Tris."
I mull this over in my head before I remember he drank a whole cup of coffee.
"A bit too late for a nap now, don't you think," I tease. "That coffee is going to keep you up."
"Not at all. Come on, cuddle with me in bed?"
Eric looks so hopeful, I just can't say no despite wanting to get the garden done.
I take Eric's hand and he looks at me with a shit eating grin before dragging me out of the kitchen and into his bedroom.
I try to look around but his curtains are closed and it is pitch black.
Strong hands help me strip and then I am laid onto a nice, firm mattress.
Eric slides into bed beside me and pulls the duvet up before pulling me into his arms.
He curses lowly and stretches one hand to the side. I see a light come on for a moment when he sets an alarm and then I am enveloped by darkness once more.
Eric's body warmth has me relax against his massive chest and I snuggle in while he pulls me close.
"Sweet dreams, Tris," Eric whispers into my ear before his breathing evens out and then light snores start.
I sigh and start counting sheep but there is no need. My body is happy to be here and the relaxed state I am in, body and mind, has me join Eric before I know any better.
…
I wake up covered in sweat but still feeling … safe and cherished? Loved?
A small grunt and a loud beep disturb the peaceful atmosphere and with a few curses Eric wakes up and slams his hand on the annoying alarm.
"Tris?"
"I am here," I state needlessly. I am sure he knows that.
"Wanna take a shower?"
"Yeah, I need one," I admit.
"Together?"
There is a different tone to Eric's voice that I can't decipher and it is too dark to see his face,
"Sure," I hedge,
I squeal when Eric grabs me and carries me into the bathroom.
He sets me down and starts the shower before stripping his underwear.
I use the time to get another good look at him and he is still an impressive sight.
In front of my eyes his penis grows and grows until it is jutting out.
"Tris?"
"Shower," I croak and Eric opens the door.
Stepping inside, I moan when the hot water hits my skin. The pressure is great and I am amazed when Eric manages to stand behind me without it being too tight a fit.
He grabs some soap and starts washing my body, spending some time on my breasts before moving lower.
"Eric," I ask when his lips join his hands and he sucks on my clit while his fingers moved on from washing my labia to checking how dirty I am inside.
"Just enjoy it," Eric requests quietly.
I lean back against the tiles and do exactly that.
My orgasm echoes through the small room and then Eric slowly rises back up before towering over me. His eyes are on my lips until I lick them and then his head shoots down and devours me.
I cling to him and when I get poked by his persistent hard on for the umpteenth time I slide my leg up as high as I can reach. It does not quite go over his hip but strong hands lift me up and hold me in just the right position.
"Tris?"
"Do it," I demand and Eric slowly sinks into my flesh.
We both moan and groan when he starts a slow and steady rhythm that increases in speed, just like our lips. The kiss is intense and I am trembling when Eric finally spills inside of me after he made me come twice.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to go this far," Eric whispers into my ear,
"I am not sorry," I state and he nods.
After that we get cleaned properly, dress and head outside to spend the rest do the day in the garden.
We are both at ease and banter back and forth while we work.
I don't know why I feel bad when it is time to head inside and start dinner. Maybe I do need to try and treat everyone the same?
"Stop worrying, Tris. You did nothing wrong, we did nothing wrong."
"Then why does it feel like I crossed a line," I ask just as quietly.
"You know why," Eric whispers into my ear and that's the last personal conversation we are able to have as everyone descends on us. Before I am ready, I am once more alone with a man in the living room.
"Come on, Tobias," I state and grab his hand. I promised him I would teach him what I know and that's what I will do, Eric and the thoughts centering around him be damned.
My door closes quietly and for some reason neither of us speaks when I gently pull Tobias to stand beside the bed. Deciding to sit down and make it less awkward, I pat the spot beside me.
Then I grab his head and move it towards mine.
"Kiss me," I request and Tobias looks at me before he licks his lips.
He is hesitant when he melds our lips but I move mine against his the way I did with the others. Our kiss stays chaste and I am wondering whether or not I should introduce my tongue the way Eric did. With Uriah I already knew what he wanted me to do, Eric was the teacher and I should copy him.
I tentatively poke my tongue out and Tobias freezes but then relaxes when I only trace his lips.
Deciding to leave it up to him, I gently lean back and, just as expected, he follows me.
We are lying on my bed, kissing with closed mouths and then I feel his hand slowly inch up my hip.
I don't question him but keep kissing him and when he finally touches my breast I arch into him to show that I approve of his action.
Tobias doesn't do much more than that but after a while I feel his hips move against my leg. I don't even think he is aware he is doing it but I can feel his erection and start thinking of ways to get him to proceed.
"Tris," Tobias moans when I sneak a hand down his body and cup him from the outside of his pants.
"I am ready whenever you are," I whisper and he nods.
He kisses me once more and gives my breast a gentle squeeze before moving his hands to my waistband.
He looks at me for confirmation and I put my hands on top of his and then I push down. My pants slide off my hips and when I raise them to get the fabric from beneath my arse, Tobias starts fiddling with his own pants.
He is still working on the knot he seems to have tied too tightly when I lay back naked.
Tobias shouts in triumph and then he rolls back on top of me.
I am too surprised to even think about commenting on his lack of undress when his dick slides in between my thighs.
Tobias, on the other hand, is mesmerised by my naked chest and his hands slide up to cup my breasts just before his mouth moves back onto mine.
Waging war against my needs, I finally give in and gently move my hips to remind him where he is.
Tobias moans when he slides forward and freezes when he just keeps going deeper and deeper. It's done, though, and he is buried to the hilt.
His fingers squeeze my breasts almost painfully while he pants against my lips.
Then, after maybe twenty seconds, he pecks my lips and pulls back out.
I look at him in shock when he raises my legs while simultaneously pulling his pants closed.
By the time he looks at me I've regained my composure and don't give anything away.
"Are you feeling alright, Tris," he asks me gently when the silence becomes a bit too awkward.
"Yes," I croak.
"Tell me," he demands, a serious look overcoming his features.
"It's fine, I just forgot for a moment that we are both inexperienced. I kind of waited for you to keep going instead of me telling you. That's on me and not you," I assure. "I will not forget the next time," I promise both of us.
"Okay," Tobias sighs and relaxes against my legs. "Does it feel weird?"
"Does what feel weird?"
"Lying here, all exposed while I am holding your legs up so my seed goes down to your cervix instead of leaving your body," he elaborates.
"After three other men already doing that to me it feels rather expected," I hedge. "The first time I was caught off guard but now…" I shrug my shoulders. "Was sex what you expected," I ask, now that we are touching on awkward topics.
"Kind of," Tobias hedges and I stare him down. "No."
"What did you think would happen differently," I ask, hoping he will tell me all that I noticed as well and blame it on me forgetting to guide him properly.
"I did not expect you to be this open but then you did this already three times. You baring it all caught me off guard, I kind of expected you to put on a nightgown that I could shove up over your hips. I do like seeing your breasts and would like to touch them some more."
"Go ahead," I encourage. "You can touch or put your lips on me."
"Did the others do that?"
"Some," I hedge, trying to stay serious when I realise how sheltered and Abnegation Tobias still is. No wonder he ran from the women of Dauntless.
"I should keep your legs up for a bit longer," Tobias muses, looking reluctant at the same time.
"I am sure it is fine. Come here," I state while spreading my arms out to stabilise my body.
Tobias lets go of my legs and I keep them up as best as I can while he slowly slides down onto the mattress.
His hand shakes when he sets it with purpose on top of my left breast but then his right hand follows and he starts massaging them.
"Use your mouth if you want to. Kiss them, suck them, squeeze them," I offer.
This time Tobias is less hesitant when he explores my chest and soon has a nice rhythm going.
All of a sudden he bends forward and kisses one tip before opening his mouth and sucking harshly.
I squeal and Tobias flinches, letting my nipple pop out and retreating quickly.
My hand shoots out and I grab his arm, pulling back as hard as I can.
"Don't," I order. "Keep going. Figure out what you like doing to me."
Tobias returns his lips but he just mouths along my flesh before I grab his head and push it down when he is hovering right over my nipple.
Tobias grunts but sucks and I moan when it feels nice.
He keeps it up for a while and I am panting when he finally lets go. Somehow my nipple has a direct connection to my pussy and I am getting wet and starting to feel needy.
"I am sorry, I don't know why I am hard again," Tobias apologises while looking down his body.
"It's because your body wants you to have more sex," I state bluntly.
"But once a night is what we agreed on. It's not supposed to be for gratification but for the purpose or procreation," he reminds me.
"We are not in Abnegation anymore," I remind him while taking charge.
Tobias squeaks when I push him over and settle down in between his parted thighs.
His erection is indeed straining the fabric of his sweatpants and I work on the knot he tied when his hands land on my shoulders.
"For the project," he asks, basically begging me of give him an excuse.
"For the project," I agree. "A top up does not hurt, they want me to fall pregnant. Aha." The ribbon slips past my fingers before I shove them into the fabric and pull down.
Tobias grunts when his dick slaps me gently in the face as I free him.
He protests quietly when I pull his pants down his legs and throw them to the side together with his boxers. He grabs my hands when I touch the hem of his shirt and after one look at his face I decide this is enough progress for tonight.
Trying to show him I like what I see, even if it's hidden beneath a layer of clothing, I slowly kiss my way up his body until I reach his face.
Tracing his lips with my tongue, I wait for him to grant me entrance but he keeps his lips firmly shut. Undeterred, I keep kissing him while slowly rubbing my crotch against his.
I have not much experience with being on top but Tobias does not seem eager to roll me over. This is me taking charge and I do so by lining him up and sliding down his length. I don't go down all the way, I slowly work on taking more and more of him.
Tobias' hands grip my hips and it feels bruising but I am not correcting him.
"Give me your hand," I demand and he lifts one up. I take it and shove it where we are basically connected. Sinking all the way down, I move his fingers so they rub my clit until I moan. Tobias is frozen in place, staring at my wanton display of need until I cry out my orgasm. His eyes widen when he seemingly feels my walls clamp down on his dick and then he moans.
Suddenly spurred into action, I squeak when he roll us over and lies still on top of me. My hands grabbed a hold of his ass and I can feel his muscles flex and twitch as he moans and grunts a couple of times while emptying into me once more.
"Why did you do that," he pants while pulling out and pushing my legs up again.
"What? Help you bring me pleasure?"
A deep sigh is my answer and I decide to leave him be if that's what he wants.
Tobias looks longingly at the door and I just want his night to be over.
I yawn, I don't have to fake it, and he looks at me, worried.
"I think we are good, go ahead, I know you want to go to bed as well. I will see you in the morning," I declare with conviction and he does not question me this time.
I fall asleep, still wondering what I will do with Tobias.
…
The next day I am left to my own devices. After cleaning my room, doing some laundry for everyone and cooking lunch, I head outside to work on my garden. It's easy going today, all the hard work is already done and I find myself heading back inside with plenty of time to prepare dinner.
As one, the men come out and there is no chance to talk to anyone in private until they leave me alone with Edward.
I would say I spent the least amount of time with him by far and now we need to get the usual questions out of the way.
"I am going to ask you what I asked the others as well," I start off and he nods in agreement, telling me to proceed.
"Did you have sex before signing up?"
"Yes, Erudite born, remember?" He grins at me but I see something is off, so I dig a little deeper.
"Tell me about your experience. I heard that you are allowed to practice safe sex and experiment. Did you experiment a lot?"
"I had a steady girlfriend, she is my one and only," Edward admits reluctantly.
"In Erudite," I double check.
"Yes, she stayed behind when I chose Dauntless."
"But no girls since you transferred?"
"None."
"Why did you sign up to the project?"
"Myra was unsuited to follow me to Dauntless, she is Erudite through and through. Her brilliant mind will get her going places. I always felt drawn to Dauntless and then I suddenly had to choose between my calling and the love of my life. Don't take this the wrong way, Tris, but I am doing this so in the future people may not have to make that choice. If everyone is more balanced, we don't need to be sorted into factions. We could all live as people of Chicago who have different job suited for our skills."
"That is a lovely thought and I am all for it, but is this project really for you?"
"I thought long and hard before I signed up. Dauntless is where I belong but I am doing the world a service by being here and I am committed."
I am not convinced but Edward is adamant he is ready.
"So, if I were to tell you to strip and fuck me, you would?"
"I can get it up," Edward assures and I feel like a repeat of Tobias is waiting up ahead.
"Okay, then let's get this over with," I sigh.
Edward does not correct me and that is all the answer I need.
He follows me to my room and I silently strip while he does the same. When I lie down on the bed I can see that he is still flaccid.
He looks down when he sees my gaze linger and he looks a bit surprised.
Without a word he moves towards me and gently nudges my legs open before crawling on top of me. It feels weird to have him drag his penis purposely against my skin while he is not showing any signs of arousal.
"Will kissing help or hinder," I ask, wondering if I need to call Ms Matthews come morning.
"Just… give me a moment," Edward says while rising up to his knees.
I watch him closely as he grabs his still limp dick and starts rubbing. He closes his eyes and I am sure he is imagining his love in front of him. It works, though, and he is rising up to the task at hand.
The question I am facing now is what will I do to help me get ready. Clearly Edward is not willing to engage in foreplay. Deciding that if he can think of other people, then so can I, I do exactly that.
Closing my own eyes, I think about yesterday. Sliding into Eric's bed, cuddling up to him, having him fall asleep beside me. Waking up and sharing a shower. Shower sex with Eric!
My eyes shoot open when I feel a finger probe me and Edward's nods his head my way, acknowledging that he knows I was thinking of someone else as well.
"Ready?"
"Yes," I state with conviction and Edward does not hesitate before sliding in.
He doesn't slam in but advances slowly and with purposely measures strength.
"Can I kiss your neck, Tris?"
"Uh, sure," I stammer, caught off guard.
Edward buries his face in my neck and I can feel his lips mouth against my skin while he starts moving. His pace is slow, every action planned and his speed increases with too much precision.
I lie back and just let him do what he came here to do, still trying to figure out what I will do come morning.
Edward is rutting into me when he lifts his head.
"I need more, can I touch your breasts."
"Go ahead," I sigh and he freezes.
"This is not fair to you," he sighs, pulling out.
"What are you doing," I ask. "Are you quitting?"
"No, I am going to do right by you," Edward proclaims. "Should have done so immediately and I apologise for treating you like a sex doll."
"Do what you need to do, it's fine. You are not the first one to just shove it in and inject your sperm."
"Tris," Edward sighs, looking mortified now.
With new determination he slides down my body, trailing lips and fingers all along my skin. He spends time learning what makes me react and then he slides in between my thighs.
He doesn't ask for permission when he sucks on my clit and he does not do it either when he slides first one and then a second finger into me. He twists them around, searching for something. I gasp loudly when he finds it and I moan when his fingers dig in while his other hand presses down from the outside.
I squirm and almost claw at his hand but he is relentless and won't stop until my body is shaking with the orgasm he is coaxing out of me.
Edward looks mighty proud of himself when he raises his head.
I look at him in surprise when he doesn't move but just keeps staring at me.
"What," I ask, still feeling breathless.
"I am just giving you a moment so you won't hurt when I fuck you."
For some reason his crass words make me smile.
"Fuck away," I grin and he looks at me in surprise before a genuine smile graces his own face.
Edward doesn't hesitate before sliding up my body, nibbling on my nipples for just a moment before moving up to my collar bone. He doesn't linger there, though, and when his body lines up just right, he slips his lips on top of mine and our breaths meld just as he slides in.
We both moan and for some reason it feels right now. Edward undulates his hips and he starts a lazy pace, increasing his strength slowly. While the motions are the same as before, it feels different and neither of us has any issues when we actually move together. I slide my arms around his neck and one leg over his hip. Edward pushes up onto his elbows, changing the angle and we both moan in pleasure.
"Can you come again," Edward grunts suddenly. "I am getting close."
"I need a little helps," I moan.
Edward does not seem to do anything I expect tonight and this is no different. I thought he would rub my clit but instead the grabs my second leg and hoists it up as well.
"Cross your ankles and hold on, Tris."
Edward braces himself and then he fucks me even harder. His pace is brutal, his hips pushing me roughly into the mattress. I can feel my orgasm linger right around the corner but I am not there yet.
I groan in annoyance at finding my orgasm still out of reach and then warm lips meet mine before a tongue demands entrance. I open my mouth on instinct and Edward's tongue sliding along mine brings another level of stimulation that thankfully throws me over the edge.
I cling to him, holding on for dear life and then I can feel his pace falter, his movements become jerky and he moans into my mouth.
Warmth fills me inside and out and Edward doesn't stop kissing me until all pulsating ceases.
He lifts his head and looks at me, gauging my state of mind before slowly pulling out.
His hands don't have to lift my legs, they are already halfway up but he takes over and lets me relax while he keeps my body in the apparent conception pose drilled into everyone.
"I will do better from now on," Edward promises when he lowers my legs and covers me with my blanket.
"Okay," I sigh. "Night."
"Goodnight, Tris."
…
The next morning a large box arrives when everyone is busy. There is no outward indication as to what might be inside, so I carefully cut the tape and gently pry the lip open.
"Oh my," I gasp.
"What's wrong," a deep voice asks from somewhere behind me and I don't need to turn around to know it's Eric who just walked into the kitchen.
"Nothing is wrong," I assure, closing the lid slowly as to not cause suspicion.
I should have known he doesn't accept a cop out and large hands move into my line of sight while I feel a hot body mould itself to my back.
"That's a lot of pregnancy tests," Eric states dryly. "Is there a note?"
"I don't know, I haven't looked," I admit.
Eric finds it within seconds and hands it to me.
"What? The box is more for you than for me, you read the note."
Dear Tris,
I hope you are keeping well and managing your schedule successfully. While I know it is early days, I would like for you to test out these new pregnancy tests we created. They are supposed to detect a successful fertilisation. Be aware that this does not mean a successful pregnancy. It's a stepping stone of sorts for those who want to know their options. Regardless, if a fertilised egg is detected we need to be informed so we can confirm a pregnancy the tried and tested way.
There are two ways the test can be used and we would like you to try both until such a time that pregnancy is established. Please charter everything properly on the sheet attached.
The test needs to be administered first thing in the morning. Option one is to be done before you leave the bed. Simply slide the probe into your vagina and leave it to rest for ten seconds before pulling out and setting it aside for three minutes.
The second option is the regular morning urine test, mid stream is the most advantageous. A simple dip in and out, then set aside for three minutes should suffice.
Looking forward to hearing from you with exciting news.
Jeanine Matthews
"This is embarrassing," I huff.
"Why?"
"Why," I ask, turning to look at Eric.
"Yes. Why is this embarrassing. You have sex, you want to be pregnant. What about testing for a successful pregnancy do you deem embarrassing," Eric challenges.
"I don't know," I whine. "It's just a feeling, Eric."
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Eric doesn't question me further but turns me around so I can face his chest and then he hugs me.
I snuggle right in, breathing in his smell, enjoying the warmth.
"Am I bad for being thankful she sent it too late for me to test today?"
"One day more does not matter, well, it might help the results," Eric muses quietly.
"I want to spend the night with you," I admit.
"I am rostered for tonight," Eric reminds me.
"I know."
I leave it at that and he does not push me despite both of us knowing there are lots of things left unsaid.
"I have to go back to work, Tris. I actually came to grab some water," he admits sheepishly. "I am on a video call."
I push him away and look at the clock in horror. He has been with me for close to ten minutes.
"Go, I will get your water," I assure quickly while pushing him back towards the hallway. Well, I am trying but he is digging his heels in and I can't move him without his cooperation.
"Taking care of my distraught wife is good enough reason to make people wait for me. Now come on, I need a kiss to keep me going for the rest of the day."
I peck Eric on the lips but he will have none of that. His tongue slides out and I can't resist him when he begs for entrance.
Five more minutes have passed by the time Eric finally leaves the kitchen and I sink down in a chair, feeling utterly boneless.
…
The rest of the day passes with me keeping myself busy and then it's finally evening and the living room is clearing out.
"Your room or mine," Eric asks when we walk upstairs, hand in hand.
"Mine, I have those tests there and I don't want you to have to tiptoe around if you need to get out of bed early."
"I have a late start tomorrow. We can take all the time we need," Eric promises but somehow it does ring hollow.
If I test positive then the men will resume their normal routine. We will all linger in the living room until we feel tired or the need to be alone. There won't be four men leaving me alone with a fifth that is to impregnate me that night.
"Stop overthinking," Eric whispers into my ear while he opens my bedroom door for me.
I decide to do just that and Eric is of the same mindset, it seems.
His lips meet mine the moment the door closes behind him and he pushes me against it. I moan when I feel his erection and don't hold back.
My hands are frantic when I pull on his clothes and his are working on mine with slightly more success. We still have our socks and shirts on when Eric picks me up and probes me with his dick. I am wet and he slides all the way in before finally tugging on my shirt.
The moment it is off his lips attach themselves to my mouth while he fucks me harshly against the door. Eric spills into me within minutes but he doesn't pull out nor does he let me go. He holds on tightly and then staggers to my bed. I can feel his hand reach for something and then I am laid down with my hips on top of a pillow but Eric still on top of me. He is almost kneeling while holding me tight, his lips never leaving mine, not even for a second.
When he softens and slips out he still stays right on top of me, caressing and kissing until he deems my cervix properly doused in his seed.
"Shower or sleep," he asks me, unfortunately detaching his lips in order to speak.
"I don't want to sleep," I grumble. "But I don't want to shower either."
"Whatever you want, just name it," Eric begs. "Do you want me to leave?"
"No."
The word comes out before Eric even finishes his sentence and he just moves back down and kisses me.
Neither of us cares that we are making a mess of my bed when his seed drips out of me. We roll around, kissing and caressing until Eric is ready to go again.
"Ride me," Eric urges, settling me on top of him and I push my hands against his chest while he holds his dick steady.
I slide down slowly, relishing the sheer size of him. He is massive compared to the other ones and I am absolutely certain he is the exemption to the rule.
"You feel so much tighter this way," Eric moans.
"You are even bigger," I proclaim.
"But you are taking me."
Eric's hands land on my hips and he helps me move up and down before slowly rutting upwards and helping me when I tire.
I lean forward, too exhausted to do much more and Eric grabs a hold of my shoulders before rolling us over.
He hovers over me for a second before sliding his tongue back into my mouth and fucking me with harsh thrusts.
I cry out when my pleasure finally peaks and Eric follows me with a harsh grunt.
"I don't want to sleep," I yawn but it is fruitless. My body is exhausted and I don't even wait for Eric to slip out before my eyes close.
…
I wake up to soft caresses along my spine while snuggling my face into the amazing smell that is pure Eric.
"We can't get carried away," Eric groans when I try to slide my leg over his hip. "You need to test."
I growl at him but he looks as upset as I feel when I open my eyes.
He moves one of his large hands away from my back and then he holds out one of the wrapped tests in front of my face.
"You do it," I growl, feeling more than annoyed. This could have waited.
Eric does not look at me when he rips the wrapper nor when he slides it in between my lower lips.
"I want your stick and not Jeanine's," I grumble and he barks out a laugh that seems to surprise him as well.
"Go pee on the next one and you can have it."
The bastard rubs his erection against my leg and I reach down to wrap my hand around him.
Eric moans in pleasure when I slide up and down his shaft.
"You are right, I should take the other test," I agree and throw the blankets off.
Eric's dick is a beauty when I look but then I force myself to keep going and grab a test on my way to the bathroom.
I am just washing my hands when Eric barges in with a weird look on his face. He immediately zones in on me and before I know it I am sitting on the counter with Eric buried inside my body to the hilt. His lips silence any protest I might have uttered and then he is fucking me.
He looks pained when he finally releases deep inside me, buried as far as his dick can go. Eric doesn't move and neither do I. It feels like he is saying goodbye and I don't want that.
When he slips out he gently picks me up and carries me over to the shower. He cradles me to his chest while he turns on the water.
His hands are gentle when he washes me and I return the favour when I do the same. When we are clean Eric looks at me with so much longing, I feel like crying.
I purposely don't look at the test sitting on the counter when we dry. Eric's reaction already clued me in that the one I left outside is positive.
"It might be yours if the test already works. You were the first," I remind him.
"It doesn't matter, you being pregnant was the goal. Who did it is just a side note."
"Eric?"
"Shhh, Tris. It's okay."
I force myself to stay strong and not cry. I will indulge later when they are all at work.
"Come on, let's inform Ms Matthews and the others."
Eric leaves my room to get fresh clothes while I keep analysing my feelings.
They are all over the place. The experiment is about to get real. I got pregnant on the first try and now we need to wait nine months to see the first results.
Right then and there I swear to myself that this baby and all subsequent ones will never feel like they were just a project, a by product of a test conducted. My baby will be loved beyond belief, I will see to it.
…
As expected, everyone is excited and I can see relieve on some faces. Ms Matthews shows up within the hour of me informing her about the test results and her physician draws blood while she talks nonstop.
By the time dinner rolls around I am plain exhausted and when we gather in the living room nobody excuses himself early. They clearly enjoy getting their routine back and it is I who heads to bed early, claiming exhaustion I do indeed feel.
Sleep doesn't come to me, though, and by midnight I am ready to throw in the towel.
Grabbing my robe, I quietly open my door and walk down the hallway. Eric's door is the first one on the left and I don't even bother knocking before I walk in.
He is sound asleep, I would wager, his snores are barely audible but there is no light to see his face, only darkness.
Knowing the layout helps me navigate the room and I drop my robe beside the bed before crawling in.
The soft snores stop and a large hand grabs my hip, pulling me close while Eric buries his face in my neck.
"Sleep, love," he mumbles and I relax enough to finally close my eyes and welcome sleep.
THE END