Chapter 9

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It had taken at least a few hours to climb up the northernmost ridge of the volcano’s caldera. Without any means of accurately measuring time, I had no idea how many, I just knew it had taken a while. Coming down the western ridge was significantly quicker. Maybe it was the sheer steepness of the terrain, perhaps it was the much-needed assistance from gravity, or it could have been that Liz had a plan and was practically running down the mountain while bouncing with excitement and dragging me along with her.

It will forever be one of the great mysteries of physics to explain how neither of us fell and rolled the rest of the way down. Liz was obviously very confident and experienced on her feet. I think I was just lucky.

It was odd how quickly we all seemed to be getting used to the uninhibited sexual displays. Ray was still in the midst of his threesome when we made it to the foot of the mountain; one of his brunettes was riding him slowly and sensually while the other was grinding herself onto his face while they both kissed above him. Ray was flat on his back and seemed to be having trouble deciding where to put his hands. Liz called excitedly over to them as she skipped passed, timing it almost perfectly with the onset of the girls’ orgasms. She waved over Louisa and Tom as well as she dragged me along the path toward the river. They had already finished, but through the long grass, it looked like Louisa was perfectly happily cuddling quietly into the side of our group’s youngest member.

It didn’t take long for Liz to wrangle everyone together, though, and we soon found ourselves back in the river with the rest of the girls. All of them jumped up excitedly and hugged Liz as we arrived, followed by all of them, apart from Amy, doing the same to me, all four of them planting wet, sloppy kisses on my lips and purring something about missing me. Or at least a certain part of me. Amy flushed a little at hearing the comments but was smiling at me the entire time. I ended up sitting between Hayley - who was pressed into my right side - and Hannah, who was lounging across the river bank with her head resting in my lap. Liz was sitting on a rock in the middle of the river, commanding the entire group’s undivided attention as she laid out her theory.

“Wait, hold on,” Robyn said with a look of concern as she glanced over to me after hearing Liz out. “You don’t think you can build a shelter?”

“Yeah, man,” Ray added. “I know it was a big ask, but nobody meant to put pressure on you.”

“No, no, no,” Liz answered before I had a chance to. “It’s not that he can’t. He just laid out to me all the work that it would entail, and even I didn’t think there was that much to it. He would be able to do it. I just don’t think any of us really understood or appreciated how hard it would be, how much work would be involved, and, more importantly, how long it would take.”

“I mean, is there a rush for it?” One of Ray’s girls, the one with the bigger chest, asked.

“Depends how you feel about giving birth out here,” Amy answered with a teasing grin.

Ray, who had chosen that moment to take a large mouthful of water from his bottle, sprayed it out of his lips and started to choke. The girl who had asked the question patted his back almost casually as she pondered the answer. “It could take that long?”

I nodded. “With all of us chipping in, it would take at least a few months, but as more of you become pregnant, the workload would just be too much for you. Heavy lifting is never advised during pregnancy, from what I understand...” I cast a look over to Amy, who nodded vigorously. “ ... so eventually, it could end up as just the three of us doing it. That would stretch the time scales out to ... Fuck, who knows.” There was something in the back of my mind wondering how it was possible to be okay with knocking up four or five girls and worrying about how quickly I had gotten used to the idea.

“I suppose that this, in a roundabout way, brings up the issue of tracking all of your menstrual cycles,” Amy added. “I’m going to go out on a limb and assume nobody found packs of pregnancy tests in the cases.”

“Hold the fuck on!” Ray spluttered, apparently having regained the ability to breathe again. “Pregnancies? When was that decided?”

“In the lake,” his other girl shrugged. The rest of the women nodded as well, all of them with slightly bemused looks on their faces. “What did you think would happen with all the sex we’ve been having?”

“I ... but...” the levels of confliction on his face were almost comical. “Decided what?”

“Well...” Amy answered for him. “ ... Hayley, Louisa, Robyn, Hannah, and Liz actively want a baby, so they are going out of their way to get knocked up.” My ears pricked up. This was news to me too. I flashed a glance at Hayley and Hannah, only to be replied with a sweet smile and a casual nod from each of them. “Katie, Zoe, and Caroline are not opposed to the idea but not actively trying. If it happens, it happens.” Amy finished.

“And what about you? Have you decided yet?” Katie grinned at Amy.

“Yup. But that’s something I’m keeping to myself for now.”

“Holding it close to your chest, eh?” Hayley laughed.

“Aah, and what a chest it is,” Hannah chimed in, pulling a round of giggles from the rest of the girls.

Yes, yes, I would be lying if I said I didn’t sneak a quick look ... and agree wholeheartedly.

Ray’s face looked like it was being boycotted by his blood supply. “But ... I had the snip,” his frown turned into a genuine attempt to scrunch up his own face. “Didn’t I? I think I did ... or was I just planning on having it done?” He scratched his head. “I can’t remember.”

“Well, having spent a fair amount of time down there,” the larger-chested brunette said with a smirk. “I can say I haven’t noticed any scars.”

“Let’s just assume that all of those very tasty swimmers are fertile and healthy, then,” the other girl grinned.

“Fuck!” He murmured, still scratching his head. “Little Rays running around. That sounds...”

“Wonderful.” The smaller-chested girl finished for him.

“Yeah, it kinda does, doesn’t it.” He smiled a little and pulled them both a little tighter against him. Yeah, I noticed the sudden change in his mind from the other day too.

Louisa and Tom, having given up the pretense of being nothing more than friends, snuggled in a little tighter against each other. Tom was taking in the whole scene, but Louisa was nodding softly as her hand wandered absently over her belly.

“So ... umm ... moving on, before Ray has an aneurysm,” I chuckled. “How was your walk? Did you find any more food?” I asked Amy and Hannah.

“Oh yeah, loads. Probably even more than by the beach. Look,” she pointed out to the bank of the river behind me. There was another stack of mangos and bananas, along with something else I hadn’t expected to see.

“Are those Watermelons?” I asked in surprise.

“Yup, there are hundreds of them; the plants seem to stretch for miles around the forest floor,” Amy answered.

Liz frowned. “Well, that pretty much answers the questions about animals. There is no way they would just be left there and not eaten if there were any herbivores around, and no herbivores mean no predators.”

“Well damn, I was hoping for a barbeque. Guess we are going to have to try our hands at fishing then.”

Liz was grinning and nodding as she looked at me, shifting a little uncomfortably on the stone. “Are you okay?” Hannah asked, squinting at her. “You seem like you are in pain.”

“Oh, I’m okay,” Liz said, her smile growing a little more mischievous. “I made Dan stick his dick up my ass.”

Robyn sat bolt upright from where she had been lounging in the water. “You fit that thing up your ass?!? Holy shit, girl, I’m impressed!”

“I’m not sure shitting is something she is going to be doing for a while,” Amy chuckled. Liz giggled but nodded anyway.

“Let’s not turn this into a conversation about my bowel movements,” Liz said with a playful smile.

“Or lack thereof,” teased Hayley.

“What was it like?” Robyn asked, leaning forward intently.

I didn’t get to hear the answer. Katie stood up with a huff, strode towards me, grabbed my hand, pulled me out of the tangled sandwich of Hayley and Hannah, and dragged me off towards the pillbox. “You are going to fuck me. Now!” she snapped, but if her face would have me believe she was furious that I had taken Liz before her, there was a hint of a playful smirk behind it as she glanced over her shoulder at the rest of the group. Enough to tell me that not only did she not mind, but the idea that she’d had to come to me turned her on a little more than she would like to admit.

A few minutes later, I was on my back next to the pillbox and was having my shorts yanked off my legs. Katie, it would seem, was much like Hayley and Robyn in that she knew what she wanted and was perfectly happy to take it. With some form of witchcraft, she managed to get my shorts down to my ankles and her bikini bottoms off at the same time and didn’t waste another moment in mounting me. There was no foreplay, no preamble, and no messing around. This girl wanted my dick in her as soon as was humanly possible.

She groaned deeply as she sank herself down onto my rigid hardness. Of course, I was not one to be a lazy lover. If she wanted me that badly then I would make sure she left satisfied. My hands started wandering. Over her sides first and up to the swell of her softly swaying breasts, her eyes were closed as she let her mind focus on the sensations of her body. My hands moved slowly but firmly, mapping and exploring every inch of her before they moved onto her chest, pushing her bikini top aside, catching her diamond-hard nipples between my fingers and rolling them as I groped and squeezed those wonderful, bountiful mounds of flesh. I pinched them a little harder, tweaking and flicking, rolling and pinching them between my fingers, flexing my fingers against her tits to tug her nipples out, holding them still against the rocking motion of her chest induced by her grinding body.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Lust-filled, pleasured ... challenging. She knew what treatment the other girls had off me; they had made a point to tell as many people as they could. Katie was going slow and sensual, almost daring me to lose patience and give her the screwing that she really wanted. That railing that the others had gotten out of me.

Well, then ... I aim to please.

My hands dropped from her tits and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her dripping, molten cunt up my shaft and holding her to the very tip, slapping her ass hard enough to mark her skin and pulling a loud yelp, followed by a deep, mewling purr from her lips, then I started to fucking rail her properly. Jackhammering and pistoning my cock into her, mercilessly hard and relentlessly fast. She was just being held in place and used, pounded, and fucked senseless.

The challenging, teasing look in her eyes had vanished in an instant, instead replaced by an expression of dumbfounded euphoria. Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue was hanging out, and a series of high-pitched squeals tumbled from her lips. Harder and harder, deeper, faster, and rougher, every thrust into her sodden cunt impacted with enough force, to splash her juices onto her trembling thighs and bounce her tits harder on my chest.

Every stroke pulled a monosyllabic word from her. “Oh ... my ... fuck ... ing ... God ... fuck ... me ... take ... me ... breed ... me ... fuck ... cummingg ... cumming... cumminggggggg!” Her scream exploded into the air. I could just about make out a ripple of giggles floating from the direction of the river, but with no intention of even remotely slowing down, the giggles were quickly drowned out by another scream as one massive orgasm rolled seamlessly and without break into another. Her entire body was vibrating, and her pussy had clamped down onto me with enough force to almost push me out of her, but I was not in the mood to show mercy today.

I pushed in harder, forcing every pulsing, turgid inch of my length through the powerful grip of her clenching muscles, using the spasms of her sex to milk me. She looked down at me, her eyes only half focused but behind them was a recognition, a surrender; She had firmly shifted her decision away from seeing what happened to actively wanting to be bred by me. And right now, the future father of her baby was fucking up into her like she was little more than a hole to use to milk his cock.

I could feel the shiver of humiliation, of degradation, that slight tinge of shame ripple down her spine.

And she fucking loved it.

The instant she allowed herself to realize it, she exploded. She came so hard that I’m pretty sure she blacked out for a moment. Going limp in my arms for a few more rampant thrusts before sucking in a deep breath as she came to. “Fuuckkkk ... Fucking cum in me, fill me, flood me, make me fucking take your seed. Knock me up, paint my egg in your cum. I’m fertile. I know I’m ovulating, do it now. Make me a fucking mom! Fuuuuckkkk, I’m cumming againnnn! The last syllable of the last word was dragged out into another loud, ear-splitting scream as she bucked and thrashed intensely on top of me.

She hadn’t even had the chance to come down from one high when she was flipped onto her back, her legs hooked over my hips in a high, splayed vee, before my cock was being hammered into her and she was being fucked ruthlessly towards her next. There was an impatience to my pounding, a desire to get her off as hard and as quickly as I possibly could so I could jet my seed into her and get the ball rolling on this whole pregnancy thing. I was acutely aware that the feeling wasn’t mine, almost certainly influenced or even implanted by Freja, but I seemed completely unable to resist the impulse to follow it.

I fucked Katie like I was trying to hurt her. I wanted her to feel this for days. I wanted that dull, throbbing ache running through her battered pussy to remind her of the fucking that she had teased out of me, to make her think of the cock that would absolutely do it all over again as well. I could feel myself building, getting closer, edging inexorably for that peak. She could feel it, too. She saw the urgency of the look in my eyes just as clearly as I saw hers. “If you want it,” I growled. “You are going to cum hard for me and milk it into you!”

It only took as long as it did for the words to register in her brain before her whole body tensed, her muscles contorting her to arch so hard she was almost levitating off the ground. A long, guttural, and breathless groan flowed from her throat as I savaged her convulsing cunt with deep, powerful thrusts. Using her like a sleeve to get me off. Using her body for my own pleasure. Taking what I wanted from her, But more importantly, I wanted her to know it.

She was mine!

I exploded into her. A barrage of ropes of my hot seed splashed against her walls as I frantically fucked them into her. Each was as powerful as the one before it, each powerful enough for her to feel as they painted her inner walls. She felt all of it. The pressure of my seed inside her as I kept stroking my cock into her, the fullness of it, and the inevitable feeling of some of our essence leaking down onto her ass.

She pushed me out of her with a groan, clamping her hand over her fucked and filled pussy, stopping the leakage and keeping my seed inside her. It was like she was on autopilot, the hazed, unfocused look in her eyes just obvious enough that this was not some sort of conscious action, but an instinct -perhaps divinely incepted - to maximize the probability of conception. I just dropped back on my haunches, wiping the sweat from my face and breathing heavily, watching Katie twitch with the aftershocks of her colossal climaxes.

I wonder why Freja doesn’t just make it 100% guaranteed that the girls get knocked up. That being said, maybe she has.

Yet there was something in the back of my mind that told me that although she could certainly dramatically increase the chances, she couldn’t fundamentally alter the biological process, meaning there would always be a certain element of chance involved. I looked down at Katie, her skin shining in the late afternoon sun with the sheen of sweat that now covered her entire body. The heavy rise and fall of those bountiful breasts on her chest, and the look of pure satisfaction on her face as she recovered.

“Keep fucking me like that,” she murmured between long sucks of air, “and I am probably going to fall in love with you.”

I chuckled to myself ... for about a second.

Then it hit me.