Chapter 10

If anyone epitomized the classic nerdy girl type as much as Katie in appearance, it was Stacey Weingarter. That didn’t hurt her at all as she thrashed around on the master bed, soaked as much as the sheets themselves, letting Tristan, Cameron, and Wayne fuck her halfway to Heaven. She took it balls deep inside her dripping wet pussy and she made it abundantly clear how much she enjoyed every last thrust from each man. Then again, just as Melissa gave that something extra to her performance with her husband Nikos, Stacey went beyond the call of duty with Wayne, her Marine reservist boyfriend.

At that moment, with everyone in a highly feverish, horny, wild, and wanton mood, with the anticipation of Stacey’s impregnation exciting us more than ever, she was very much one hell of a sexy, saucy slut. We enjoyed every minute of watching Stacey take on those three men, one of them a drag queen half the time, one of them her very own, very black boyfriend, and one of them a delightfully androgynous lover of his own sister. With any luck, they’d all get to put some seed in her and she reveled in the prospect of carrying their triplets.

We were all pretty drained by this point, given how fast and furious we had gone that night. Evidently, while the rite, the amulet, and the elixir protected against disease and aging, made us hyper-fertile, and even countered our inhibitions and jealousy, it didn’t ward off ordinary fatigue. Oh, well, no plan or system was foolproof. There was bound to be a trade-off somewhere. In any case, Stacey did her level best to get each man off, at least partly because of her own exhaustion as well as her enjoyment of the act itself. That was the drawback to being the last girl standing, as it were.

Finally, of course, Tristan exploded inside Stacey, followed quickly by Cameron, and last, but hardly least, Wayne himself. Stacey came very noisily and messily, her last reserves of energy and stamina used up by her rather powerful orgasm as she gushed out her juices onto the already drenched bedsheets. She then collapsed, a quivering, sweaty, shallow-breathed mass of naked flesh upon the master bed as Wayne walked around to inspect her bosom. He grinned after doing so and picked up his girlfriend to carry her to the dining room table with his own final wind. Thankfully, as a former Marine, he was in better physical shape than most and had considerable upper-body strength.

“Two girls and a boy, guys! Looks like Cameron, Tristan, and I will be very proud papas!” Wayne high-fived the others and then we all lay down wherever we pleased.

I at least had the presence of mind to lock the front door before I hit the hay on a hideaway bed formed from a sofa in the unusually large family room. I wasn’t alone, either, as Katie let me spoon her and Joey spooned me this time around. My fiancee had slept with me every single night so far since we met, refusing to go to bed without my arms holding her, whereas our third bedmate varied from night to night. Sometimes, it was a girl, sometimes a guy, and sometimes they preferred to share Katie vs. sharing me. That was fine with Katie and me, as long as we got to hold each other tight.

I awoke the next morning, the last one of CosCon for this year, to the smell of coffee and the sound of slurping from somewhere in the house. I also felt a mouth, specifically lips and a very eager tongue, pleasuring me personally. I looked down, and very predictably, it was my Katie, who winked at me as she serviced me. Whatever else she might be, she was nothing if not consistent, having awakened me with blowjobs almost daily now. She seemed to have appointed herself the task of ridding me of my morning wood whenever she could and she also seemed to relish the chance to do so.

“Have you been ... draining my bladder, too? I usually wake up to a very full bladder, you know,” I remarked, getting another wink and lick from Katie as she kept sucking me off.

“You’ll never wake up to that again. We’ve all agreed that, whatever happens, someone drains that bladder every morning like clockwork. That’s just understood. It’s going to be strictly dudes after a certain point of the pregnancies for the pee, but emptying your sack every morning is my job! The other ladies and gents can suck you whenever they like, but I get to milk your balls every morning, bar none, babe. It’s my morning appetizer, if you will, my personal protein shake,” Katie gave me another lick as she inhaled my cock all over again, “God, I love how your pubes smell ... so manly, so musky!”

“I’m glad that someone does! A number of my past lovers, that was one of their few complaints, how hairy and natural I was down there,” I chuckled, “a few even tried to get me to wax or shave my pubes. Not this guy! I keep my forest growing, thank you very much!”

“I love every last tree in your forest, every last leaf, every last limb or branch, honey,” Katie told me as she deep-throated me all over again, “those lovers are fools or vain or something, if you ask me. I want you just as you are. Sure, the hairless, smooth-skinned look is good on gender-bender types like Tristan and Cameron. It works for them. But you’re a satyr, a Priapus, a horned fertility god, babe. I would never want you to be anything but what you are ... the fucking Neanderthal caveman that I love so much! The wild man! A paradox, the highly educated, even clean, yet hairy savage! My wolf man!”

“I’m Esau to their Jacob, I suppose,” I teased Katie now as she slurped up my precum.

“You got it, Master!” she winked at me now.

“Master, eh? Is that how you think of me?” I taunted Katie while she continued sucking me dry.

“Hell, yes! I’m your cum slut, your fuckmeat, your personal plaything, your cum whore, your ball-draining, pussy-eating, butt-licking, taint-tasting, cum-sucking, cum-slurping, gang-banging, train-pulling, all-out, spit-roasted, kinky, cosplaying, geeky, gaming, dyed-hair, inked-up, pierced-up, stud-wearing, little emo pixie harlot bitch sex slave wife for life! I’m your pain slut, your butt-slut, your cock-slut, your piss-drinker, whatever else you want me to be! I’m your nasty little, petite bitch in heat! Use me as you will, Master, honey, babe, dear, sweetheart, Daddy, lover! I belong to you for as long as I live, and judging from our recent occult rituals, that could well be eternity! Which, if you ask me, is my own notion of Heaven, anyway, serving You forever!” Katie looked up at me with such love and lust that I couldn’t help but shoot my load down her throat, she was so sexy right then.

“Damn, girlie, you’ve never looked hotter than you do now!” I told Katie while pulling her up for a snowball kiss that she eagerly shared with me.

“Is that a fact, Master?” Katie asked me as she pulled me up from the bed and jumped into my arms so that I could carry her to the dining room.

“Hell, yeah, babe! That level of worship and praise can never get old and the look of pure adoration, love, and desire makes you sexier than ever! There is nothing that turns me on more than someone who craves me that much!” I admitted to my very eager fiancee.

“Well, from now on, I’m calling you Master, period. That’s your new name, as far as I’m concerned. If anyone hears me call you anything but Master, outside of CosCon and other settings like that, I will gladly submit to a spanking from said person, because I would deserve it! I will also wear nothing but a collar whenever I can get away with it. I want to be your little, horny, naked pixie slut for life! Feel free to attach a leash to the collar whenever you wish it as well,” Katie promised me as we reached the dining room and found a very naked Stacey still on the table.

“Don’t worry, they washed and wiped me down, along with the table itself, but as you can see, they placed the food on my flesh. Some of them were rather hot, but I endured the pain, so as to get the privilege of being everyone’s breakfast serving tray. If any food drops, it lands on my skin as well. I want everyone to eat all of the food directly off my body. I requested this honor and they were very pleased to grant it to me. I will eat leftovers from this meal as my breakfast, so don’t worry about me.