Chapter 33

I had barely put Arwen and Sargon down for their nap when I saw that look in Ninve’s eyes ... and Sandra’s, too. I knew exactly what that look meant, of course. Sure, I was a busy man, as the past couple of months of governing Haven hadn’t exactly been a picnic, but it wasn’t all work and no play, either. I had been careful to strike a good balance, fully exploiting my freedom from sleep to do much of my hardest work when others slept. They knew that I was doing it, but they didn’t have to wait for me to get it done to make time for them. As a father, husband, lover, administrator, and prophet, I was definitely one with the need to manage my time properly.

“She’s growing rather well, isn’t she? Sargon, too. They’ll be breaking hearts before you know it, Master,” Ninve assured me with a twinkle in her lovely grey-green eyes.

“What she said,” Sandra giggled, as she planted a lip lock on me, followed by one from Ninve.

“Very true. I’m very much a proud father these days,” I smiled at them, “as you are no doubt proud mommies.”

“Very much so,” Ninve assured me with a kiss to my neck, while Sandra pressed her head against my chest and listened to my heartbeat.

One thing was sure. No matter how many lovers, wives, husbands, friends with benefits, etc. I had, my Assyrian princesses could never get lost in the crowd. They had been with me from the beginning, the first women to permanently share me, and I never forgot that fact. I was proud and happy to walk out in public with them, with my other wives as well, with my grown offspring, my boy-toys, and any friends that I had. People recognized Ninve and Sandra, just as they knew me on sight.

I often walked around the town, holding hands with my family, whether my lionesses, as I also called them, or my first official wife, Cherry, and my step daughter, Nydia (who was now also legally married to me, as Haven’s laws recognized plural marriage, thanks to my having issued said laws ... being the Lawgiver had its perks). By now, I actually had more wives, husbands, and lovers than I could realistically count. I had adopted ... and married my teenage nieces, too: Jane, Kendra, Cecile, and Natalie, daughters of Hershel by his ex-wife Elaine. That wasn’t even counting my sister, Rachel, who was also one of my wives due to the repeal of all laws against incest.

I greeted everyone with a smile, even my older brother, Hershel, who was recently castrated like an unruly horse and transformed into a handsome, genderless creature. He was much smaller these days, very slender, and frankly more than a little terrified of me. I was his younger brother, but I was also the man who had judged him very harshly and handed him over to his ex and others to dominate and discipline him. I had my revenge, but part of him feared that I might take more on him due to his past bullying of my earlier self.

It also clearly grated on him that he couldn’t fuck anyone properly, while I could ram his ex-wife and daughters whenever I pleased. It was a very cucky situation for him and he hated me for it. Well, as the saying went, “Oderint dim metuant.” ... Loosely translated, that meant, “Let them hate so long as they fear.” His oral and anal servitude to his former victims, including Elaine, only made things worse, as did the indefinite timeframe of it. I left his prostate in place, further humiliating him by making the buggery pleasurable to him and thus undercutting his own rapey brand of machismo.

As for me, well, I was still busy loving, fucking, comforting, and impregnating many ladies, not to mention the non-procreative relationships with men, which I also enjoyed. The anti-aging detail regarding my cum didn’t hurt my cause, nor did the way that each lover’s libido continued to run strong. The utter freedom from STDs and HIV helped greatly as well. I was pleased to know that each of my women could keep breeding safely well into the future...

As Ana put it, “Master, I’m going to keep popping them out in my sixties if things go the way that they seem to be going, and that’s perfectly fine with me, as long as I feel this strong and vital at that age.”

Anyway, there I was, grabbed and handled by my lionesses, both of whom dragged me into the Jacuzzi in my new home (I had moved out of the beach house some time back) for some serious fucking. I didn’t know just how serious until they blindfolded me and put Stacey and Jake in the hot tub with us. The next thing that I knew, Stacey was on my lap, riding me as Jake entered her ass and Ninve and Sandra kept licking my neck.

At that point, Stacey was very hot and bothered, but not nearly as much as when Ninve began kissing her neck as well, while Sandra sucked on her tits a bit. It was too much stimulation, and before anyone knew it, Stacey came very messily, soaking our cocks even as she squeezed them tighter than expected (given how much traffic there had been in both of her holes of late). It was as hot and wonderful now as then, so we really had to struggle not to cum inside her, but it was finally too much. I exploded in Stacey’s snatch just as Jake unloaded in her asshole, filling her with our spunk. Instead of rushing to clean it up, she revelled as always in the sensation of so much cum inside her.

“By the way, I’ve probably just conceived by you, Mark. I’m gonna love showing off my baby bump to everyone. With any luck, it won’t be my last. I want to keep breeding as much as I can. The more men knock me up, the better. You know me. I just love to walk around everywhere, butt-naked and leaking men’s cum from both of my holes,” Stacey exulted, much to the delight of both husbands...

Yes, Jake and I had all of our wives in common, sharing Stacey, Ninve, Sandra, Nydia, Cherry, etc. In fact, every man and woman in the family, clan, whatever, had claimed Stacey as a spouse, as well as each other,, “So many husbands and wives might sound like a chore, but, oh, what a delightful chore it is!”

While Stacey began sucking on Ninve’s tits, I slid into Ninve’s cunt from behind and started fucking her good and hard that way in the Jacuzzi. Meanwhile, Jake found himself sucked good by Sandra, who was eager to get him hard as quickly as she could. I smiled at that idea, thinking of how enthusiastic a lover Sandra tended to be. Jake was sure to stiffen much sooner than usual, though his “normal” stamina had greatly increased on average ... all of the men’s did once they felt the effects of my cum on their bodies and/or slept with someone who had been intimate with my siblings and I. They were all also omnisexual now, as was my entire tribe, men and women alike.

“Master, as always, you know how to get me going. Just wait until your next birthday. It’s not far off. You’ll be forty. On Halloween, mind you. Remember how we first got involved, less than a year ago? Hard to believe, huh?” Ninve encouraged me as she moved back at me with her hips and urged Stacey to keep sucking her tits ... she really loved that by now.

“Yes, so much has changed in this past year. I’ll admit to being a little stunned when you first seduced me, perhaps thinking that it was the booze, but obviously, there was something else involved. And when you told me that you were fertile that night ... and then you came home with me and fucked me three more times that night ... damn! You were determined to make damn sure that you got knocked up, weren’t you?” I laughed as I kept pounding my Assyrian lioness good and hard.

“That I was! All I can say is that, wow ... you really had me hot and bothered that night. I had been actually trying to seduce you for a while there, but you didn’t catch on, probably because I was your supervisor. Did you really think that I was just bending over in baggy pants for kicks? Oh, no ... once I realized how much you liked my ass ... Yeah, I wanted you to grab me, yank down my baggy pants, expose my bottom, and fuck me good and hard in front of everyone.

“It didn’t take long before I realized that Ana and Teresa wanted you the same way. We knew that the Friday night after Halloween, we’d hold the actual party, and that was perfect for us. The rest is history,” Ninve snickered now as I kept banging her vigorously.

By now, Sandra had Jake right where she wanted him, underneath her luscious body, as she gave him kisses that would make a lot of men in the old days insanely jealous. She rode him with her usual passion, the movements of her hips mirroring mine and Ninve’s ... and Jake’s. I wasn’t surprised at all that his libido was so massive ... It happened to everyone in our family as the condition took hold of them. It was already known as “Haven Syndrome” in the area, as if it were an actual disorder or disease, when it was really a blessing and people knew it. The fact that it was contagious was the reason for that label, though, as it spread much like an STD, even as it wiped STDs and HIV out. Of course, the price was that Rachel’s and my cum were extremely desirable ... but we couldn’t service an entire town, could we ... right?

As Ninve came good and loud, milking my cock and balls for my cum, her delightfully wet and warm twat reminded me of just how much we still desired each other. All this time and all these lovers, but my heart still jumped when I saw my Assyrian lioness, my former boss ... my cock always got stiff for her, no matter how much sex I just had. I was still, and I knew this for a fact, madly in love with Ninve ... and she evidently with me. Nor was that limited to her. Each of my lovers and I had a special bond, unique to that particular relationship and our intimacy with each other.

It wasn’t much longer before Sandra came and wet herself on Jake’s cock, and by that I mean that she pissed as well as squirted on him. I froze for a moment, half-expecting to have to calm a man down after he freaked out, but instead he came instantly and pulled Sandra into his arms for a deep tongue kiss. What really shocked me was what happened after that, when Stacey went behind Sandra and started licking up all of the pee from her snatch. She shrugged when I saw her looking up, but Sandra went wild and came yet again.

“Someone likes getting his dick peed on, does he?” I chuckled.

“Yes, there’s just something hot about Sandra pissing on me when she came. Not sure what, but it’s true. I’m not sure that I’d drink it, but if the ladies piss on me during sex, there’s something sexy to that. Stacey seems to actually enjoy drinking it. Do you?” Jake asked his first wife.

“Yes, I think that I do, but only in situations like this. I like the idea of cleaning up and tasting the various bodily fluids, of experiencing new flavors, new experiences, of being more intimate than ever with each of you. I like being taken repeatedly, too. I like the whole kinky beauty of this whole harem/family thing, I assure you.

“I like that I never know when one of the men or women might grab me, take me, and use me for their own pleasure. I frankly love being used for someone else’s pleasure. That might sound counter-intuitive, but that is exactly one of the ways that I get some of my own pleasure.

“That isn’t to say that I object to being serviced. I love that, too. But there is something to being taken that way ... used ... truly fucked and dominated. It’s hard to understand, but that’s the way that I feel a lot of times,” Stacey confessed with a look of masochistic glee that had me convinced, if no one else.

“Yes, that’s the funny thing. I want to bottom a lot more than I do. I want to serve alongside Stacey. Not serve her so much as serve with her. Now, I don’t mind Topping a guy or gal, especially a girl or a youth in some cases. I love lady and twink ass as much as the next guy, to say nothing of pussy and mouth. I could hit those holes any day of the week and twice on Sunday. But, yes, my favorite act with men ... is bottoming. Particularly manlier, hairier, more rugged men like yourself ... Master.

“I just plain enjoy what she said ... serving you and other men. I don’t mind being pegged, either, by a sexy woman such as Stacey, Sandra, Ninve, Nydia, Cherry, Shelby, etc. I’m perfectly fine with that. But my favorite thing to do with ladies is still to fuck them. Same with twinks and youths. It’s just that with men ... I love to bend over and take it up the butt. I love how submissive it makes me feel. I hope that makes sense,” Jake announced, much to even Stacey’s surprise.

“Well, that’s definitely a declaration! Ain’t it, babe, Master, ladies? So, deep inside my handsome stud of a hubby is a pretty-boy bum-slut screaming to get out! My hubby the trollop! So, tell me honestly, honey, are you a size queen? Or does that even factor in, dear? Inquiring ... and dirty minds want to know!” Stacey teased Jake, even as she put her arms around him and locked lips with him for several seconds, her ardor undeniable for him.

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a size-queen ... and something of a drag queen, at least in my fantasies at times. Don’t get me wrong. I love being a man, but just as Nathan is very much a man, yet Natasha is quite the lady, same deal here. But, yeah, I have ... at times lately ... borrowed your dresses and those of other ladies to go in drag around town. I’ve danced with and kissed a man or two while in drag as well. Not too upsetting, I hope,” Jake squirmed as he revealed more of his own secrets.

“Upsetting? Honey, I love it! Maybe we should go around as twins someday. You can go shopping with us ladies, learn how to walk like a lady, wear high heels or ‘fuck me’ pumps, that sort of deal. A whole new world could open up to you, babe! Imagine me following you into the fitting rooms, sliding down your panties and mine, and the two of us fucking each other there. You could fuck my pussy, I peg you, and then you drill my asshole!

“We could pull some lucky youth in with us and have our way with him, too. No reason why anyone has to be faithful in this harem, is there?” Stacey proposed, even as she looked at the rest of us for confirmation.

“No, why would there be? I mean, just because we’ve largely kept to ourselves lately ... and because this ... condition could affect others once we do them ... that doesn’t necessarily mean that we all have to be faithful, unless Mark just wants it that way,” Sandra encouraged her.

“Well, no STDs ... no HIV ... no aging. Greater stamina, strength, vitality ... stronger, healthier people and marriages, due to absolutely no bed death whatsoever. I mean, think about it, we have the fountains of youth between our legs here. We’ve seen the lusty looks, too. The intense, primal, animal desires on those faces, haven’t we? Think of how many healthy offspring we could have around town. This entire community could be one big, happy family.

“I know that you’re worried that you can’t service a whole town, but I’m not. You absolutely could ... and should service the whole adult population and everyone fourteen years and upwards inside of Haven. Think of how popular you’d be, too. Think of the whole place descended from you, married to you, or otherwise related or connected directly to you, sooner or later,” Marcy spoke behind us to push me toward this goal.

“And you’d have no shortage of help from your harem. Right? It wouldn’t be all up to you,” Stacey reminded me.

“Pretty soon, no one could tell the difference, where the family ended and the town began,” I thought aloud now.

“That doesn’t sound bad to me at all. We’d truly be a tribe after all,” Anne announced her presence now.

“Remember what I told you, Master? If I could, I’d offer you up to every woman in the world. I meant it then. I mean it now. I’d gladly share you with every last man and woman in the world if I could. I certainly have no problems sharing you with a whole town, especially when we can all pitch in here, making it a group or team effort, babe,” Ninve reassured me with a lip lock that provided ample proof of her sincerity.

“Just think of it, Daddy. We’d have the biggest family in the world, the most loving, too. Family reunions? It would be one constant, endless family reunion here. We’d share all possessions, resources, property, everything. You could be Daddy to us all, not just Mayor, Lawgiver, Prophet, etc. Mi casa es su casa would take on a whole new meaning.

“Visitors and tourists would flock here to see the miracle of a community this tight, with the kind of social bonding and intimacy typically seen among bonobos, not people. We would have a true brotherhood and sisterhood for all people here and fuck that nonsense about race or class. Neither would exist, at least here in Haven. Everything belongs to everyone,” Shelby, my firstborn daughter, really pushed for this situation now.