Chapter 8: The Feral Princess

Taking Elsa home was, in some ways, a happy affair, at least for Valerie and her need for immediate gratification. She had Elsa. Elsa was safe. The other side of the coin was the pain Elsa endured moving from a bed in the hospital in Montenegro to a bed in the guest room of the Carter Estate. There were five thousand, two hundred, and ninety-one miles between those two beds, and at least that many chances for her to move, be bumped, need to itch, be helped to the loo, etcetera. Not to mention three takeoffs and three landings, moving to a hotel room, and all the necessary actions between those. Anyone who has been wounded somewhat seriously can identify with the issue.

She was a trooper, though, and was lying in the guestroom with a smile and Valerie’s hand in hers about 36 hours after we left her native land behind us.

She healed well, and fairly quickly, having a good nursing staff and a lot of nourishing food to eat, not to mention every vitamin and mineral supplement, and every fruit and vegetable Valerie could find on the interweb so as to hasten and solidify her healing process. Valerie cooked more healthy food for her girlfriend than I’ve seen in my life. I’m telling you, that girl was smitten with her Montenegrin lover.

It was about seven weeks later when we all decided she was moving well enough that we could dispense with her private nurse, taking the woman back home to be with her family, and pick up Elsa’s belongings so she could spend the next couple of years in more familiar surroundings.

It was another solemn trip, taking Vesna home after having her with us for almost two months. She was a nice woman and took wonderful care of Elsa. She made sure we had our instructions, then asked us to take her home to her grandchildren and her daughter. Of course, in that seven-week period we heard all about her son-in-law and what a dirty cheating bastard he was, sneaking around and spending all of Vesna’s daughter’s money. Yeah, we caught an ear full. I paid her bill with the nursing service, of course, but I also gave her two thousand dollars, US American Currency to spend on herself and her grandchildren. She was pretty happy when we dropped her off at her house.

We then went to Elsa’s apartment and had a moving company help us empty it. They did as much as possible, since it was a furnished place, and had almost all of her things packed into two small crates and two large suitcases that would fit in our airplane. Anything she didn’t really need, and wasn’t sentimental, went to a charity to give away or sell. The next morning, after a good night’s sleep, the five of us, Elsa, Valerie, Sandy, Sharon, and myself, packed up the Feral Princess and headed to Lisbon.

This time the Corinthia Lisbon Hotel was much more comfortable for Elsa, and therefore for the rest of us. Since we could enjoy dinner and a cocktail right there on the premises, an early evening was called. Sandy and I spent the night together, alone in our room, while Sharon spent the night with Valerie and Elsa. Sandy and I made much less noise than they did. I’m not sure if Sharon was teaching, or learning, but we heard a lot of mumbles, Sharon’s voice, and heard a lot of giggling, moaning, heavy breathing, and more than one almost silenced squeal. Good for them.

After the pre-flight the next morning, we boarded the plane and checked with the passengers. “Mom, I heard a lot of new noises last night. You all have a good time?” The girls giggled.

“You have no idea, honey. Valerie’s girlfriend is an amorous and wonderful lover, and Valerie made sure I got to sleep after we all made love together. I had a wonderful time with these two cherubs.”

“Good. I was afraid when I told you Charlie and I needed to get some real sleep, that you’d be offended.”

“Not in the least, and not ever. I know you guys aren’t sitting up there sleeping like we are back here. Don’t ever think I feel put out ... by being put out.” She laughed, causing Sandy and the others to giggle. I was happy they were all still getting along.

Polyamorous relationships, whether practiced with polygamy or just several single male centered and joined monogamies, are rough at best. Ours, so far, has proven to be the opposite. It has been almost as if only the most capable people, with the most open hearts, the most generous souls, and the most adventurous libidos were involved. The jealousy that starts most of these relationships on the road to ruin was not seen. It was obviously not felt, either, because no one was indicating they were trying to hide it.

Our hot tub was one location that, if a person was looking, they should be able to find some of that jealousy. I mean, there was only one guy, right? I was only one of the many spokes in our wheel. The group of us was the hub, emotionally. Maybe physically, and most definitely monetarily, I was, but even then, I was not the center of the universe. It was not uncommon for Sandy to pair off with Sally when Allison climbed in my lap. Valerie took that seat a couple of times so Elsa kissed her and headed for Sharon’s thighs to find a comfortable place to light. Those were normal occurrences. My point here is that it was like a magic spell had overtaken us and made sure we didn’t let the green monster of jealousy come anywhere close to our house. Or more so our group, because we spent a lot of time away from home.

In any case, Elsa did return, and was another member of our small, amorous, generous, and loving group. She came home with us to finish her education, but I’m pretty sure that was a secondary goal, in that she could go to school anywhere. I’m pretty sure her main goal in calling us when she was hurt was to hopefully see and hold her Valerie again.

Once she had recovered, having taken the nurse back home, we were settling back into our normal ways and homelife. On an evening when Allison was out of town at a legal seminar, Sally was working late for a school function, Sharon was showing a little mansion to a couple of trust fund babies who had recently been given way, way too much money, and Sandy was doing laundry, Elsa came to me, pulling Valerie behind her and asked me if I would make her one of my women. To say the least, it caught me off guard. I really thought it would take longer, if it happened at all.

“I want to have my Valerie, and your Sandy, and you, and your other lovers in my life for all the time. Forever. Until the stars quit shining.” I looked at her, in question. “Yes, Charles, that long.”

“That’s a long time, Elsa. Are you sure you can handle me that long? How are you going to feel about me after I throw you in the pool this summer? Will the shine wear off our love if I miss a spot on your back while applying sunscreen? What if I forget to put cheese on your ham sandwich? What if I leave my socks on the family room floor and you step on them, thinking they are a dead squirrel or something?”

Elsa started laughing. “Even then, Charles, I will want to love Valerie, and Sandy, and be your concubine, and love you, and Allison, and Sharon, and Sally. I am not afraid of dead squirrels, Charles. It is the live ones that can bite you.” She crawled up on top of me, straddling my stomach, and leaned down to kiss me. “Please, will you make love to me and keep me forever?”

“I would be honored.” We kissed and fondled each other, with Valerie’s assistance, for several long minutes, both of us reaching an acceptable level of arousal so that the girls could undress us and put us together in a joining of coital bliss. She hurt herself a bit, having never quite been impaled as such before, but the discomfort quickly ebbed, and then she started moving, on her own, bringing herself pleasure. Yes, it brought me the same or maybe even more pleasure, but she was enjoying herself while making sure she felt as one with the Carter clan. Valerie held her as she moved back and forth, side to side, on my pelvis. Sandy came in from the laundry room, kissed me, and rubbed my belly while Elsa and I made love.

It was another several minutes, both of us trying to make it last, when she lost control, telling Valerie, “Val, ma cherie, I am losing my mind. He is so much different, so better, so much,” then she let loose a shrill scream and fell forward, trapping Valerie’s hand between us. She licked my chin. “Oh, my God, Charles, that was so much more than I expect. Thank you. Will you keep me now? Miss Sandy told me you would not enter me if it was not forever. You are in me. Will you tell me now that I belong to you, and Valerie, and Sandy?”

“Yes, dear. I claim you for my own. Be mine. Be ours. Love us and never think you are not a part of us. Forever. Like you have said, baby, until the stars no longer shine.” I gave her my most genuine smile.

She started crying, then reached around my head with her hands, pulled me to her face and kissed me, not stopping for minutes. She reached out for Valerie, kissed and hugged her, then with a display of tongues and looks of passion between them, I rehardened in her, the kisses between them, then me again, arousing my most base instincts, and we made love again, both reaching orgasms before we separated. Not a common occurrence for me at this point, by any means.

It was still winter when Elsa and I formed our bond, making love and showing each other we were in love for the duration. I only hoped it was the same for her as it was for me. I couldn’t lose any of them now. I was bound, physically and mentally, to all of them, and losing any one of them would be a major catastrophe. Thinking of how it would be with Sandy, then each of the others, I didn’t know if I could recover from it. I just didn’t know. Just a few years ago I could have gotten along fine without any of them, just crushing on the little neighbor girl and living off her mother’s generosity and a free meal once in a while. The night they helped me with my leg started a snowball rolling. That snowball was now the size of a whole new world.

For the next few days after that, during our times in the kitchen, in the hot tub, at the grocery store, and on the family room couch, to name just a few of the places, I noticed Elsa closer to me than she had been in the past. Closer in a physical proximity sense, but also emotionally, with touching, kisses, and whispers of love. I asked Sandy about it.