Chapter 59: Grace’s Goodbye

We hadn’t been eating long, before Natalie, Grace, Nicky, and Randi joined us. Randi and Natalie said hi, as Nicky wormed her way onto my lap, straddling me as she kissed me, trying to tease me.

But no matter how beautiful I thought Nicky was, and no matter how she rubbed her naked titties against my bare chest, Little Mike was well and truly done for.

“Oh, well...” she sighed giving up. “Next time, don’t wear him out so much!” she said teasingly to a blushing Mikeya.

As Nicky got up from my lap, I also rose and taking Grace’s hand, led her away from the others.

“Good morning, Sunshine,” I thought to her.

“Hi...” she said out loud.

“Yes, I still love you. Nothing happened to change that. I can sense your confusion and the feelings you hadn’t expected. They are nice girls, but they never touched my heart the way you do. You must make this decision for yourself, though. Will you trust my love for you?”

“Oh, Michael! I’m so confused!” she cried. “I didn’t think it would be like this! I just don’t know if I can handle sharing you.”

I remained silent as I held her.

After a few moments, she looked at me and said, “I really need to know.”

I arched my eyebrows at her.

“I really need to know what happened, and how you really feel about it,” Grace said.

As I realized what she was asking, I stopped and read her. Sorting through all her various emotions, I could detect a strain of resolve, as if she was trying to make a decision.

“Come on!” I said taking her hand.

“Where ... where are you taking me?” she asked hesitantly.

“To grant your wish!”

We stopped at the table long enough to make my apologies to the Princesses. I ask Nicky and Randi to tell them about the party Saturday night in New York, and to see to their needs.

“Okay. I’m sure their mom wants to say goodbye to them, anyway,” Nicky said.

Mikeya and Ileana both jumped up at that. Squealing with delight, they headed for the door. The girls had thought their family had already left for Tapato, yesterday, while we were up at the cabin.

I asked Grace to walk with me, and we started down the old logging trail. After a few minutes of silence, I found I could no longer casually read her, so I stopped in the middle of the trail and looked at her.

She grinned as she said, “Mom taught me how.”

It was a crude shield. I could have gotten past it easily enough, but I respected her desire for privacy. So, as we continued to walk, I asked her questions. She told me what had happened at the ranch while I was ... er ... busy, and about the change in plans.

It seemed that we were leaving tonight, instead of tomorrow morning. I was going to question her on it, but she moved on quickly. The ranch, meaning Anna and Sandy, was hosting a private farewell dinner tonight, in the Pavilion. Afterwards, we would take a motor coach to Denver.

She told me about watching the ceremony unfold, and how regal and handsome I was in my ‘god of fertility’ outfit.

Eventually, I asked her why she wanted to know what had taken place with the princesses. I had read her earlier, before she started using her shield, so I had an idea of where she was going. But I wanted her to put a voice to her feelings. I was learning that speaking out loud about our feelings helps us focus them and makes our decision-making easier.

So as we walked, she let it all out. I just held her hand and sent her my feelings of love and understanding.

I didn’t interrupt, but as she talked, I gently steered us up the path to the plateau.

When we crested the rise, the sun was still low in the sky, bathing the valley and mountains in a warm glow. She stopped and gasped.

“It’s beautiful!” and then, “Oh, Michael! Thank you for showing it to me!” and she turned to hug me.

I told her, “Now you know how I feel every time I look at you.”

I kissed her, pouring out all the passion in my soul for her. Instantly, I sensed her reluctance, and quickly backed away. A feeling of déjà vu’ washed over me quickly, and then was gone.

Most of the evidence of Monday’s ceremony had been removed, but the small platform was still there. Taking her hand, I helped her step up on it. I sat facing the panorama before us, and pulled her down to sit between my legs. Her back was to my chest, as I wrapped my arms around her. For a while we were silent as we beheld the vista before us

“Are you sure?” I finally asked her.

She just nodded her head.

So I began to replay for her my time with the princesses. I actually started from the ritual of preparation in the bathroom with Kalani and A’komi. I felt her giggle when she got to the part where they shaved my pubes and ass. She stopped me, and turned around to check out Little Mike, who stirred as she stroked his smoothness.

“Okay. Go on,” she said as she turned back around.

I replayed Kalani giving me the necklace, and she stopped me again to examine it.

Then she nodded for me to continue.

I showed her the massage with the tingling oils, and shared how it made me feel. I showed her the rest of the preparation, including the royal ring.

“What does it mean?” she interrupted to ask.

“I’m not sure. Mikeya thought it was important, but wouldn’t say more. I guess I should discuss it with Kalani,” I replied.

“Okay. Keep going,” she ordered.

I shared how I felt as the princesses danced around me and finally what occurred inside the tent. She shuddered as the wooden phallus entered Mikeya. I thought it might have been revulsion, but she was actually tingling with excitement.

I skipped the part that she had seen and went to our arrival at the cabin. As I replayed the girls’ sexual awakening, I could sense her arousal. When Ileana mounted me, Grace quickly turned around and pushed me to my back. Straddling me, she lowered herself until my inflated member parted her swollen labia. Then, gently moving her hips to glide over my shaft without allowing me to enter her, she looked at me.

“Well! Go on!” she said expectantly.

When I got to the part where I came in Ileana for the first time, causing Ileana to cum as well, Grace shuddered. And when Mikeya dived to clean my cock with her mouth, Grace ground her clitoris hard against me.

Because of all the activities of the last few days, I was surprised that Little Mike could respond at all. While I was not in any danger of cumming, I was amazed at how erotic and stimulating Grace found it all.

I continued the replay for Grace. I showed her how Mikeya was finally rewarded for her efforts, with a ready Little Mike and how she quickly mounted me. Grace reached between us and tilted Little Mike up slightly and took my length inside her as well, mimicking Mikeya’s movements. When Grace felt how I reacted to Mikeya’s caresses of my cock with her vaginal muscles, she immediately tried to duplicate them. I heard her make a mental note to ask Mikeya about them later.

We continued like that, with me replaying Mikeya’s first time and all her feelings that went with it, and Grace mimicking them. It wasn’t long until Grace shuddered in orgasm as Mikeya was coming for her first time with a man.

I stopped the replay as Grace lazily plopped down on me, mashing her breasts into my chest. She was floating softly on her cloud of post-coital bliss, having forgotten her shield. I scanned her, but could detect no actuals thoughts.

After a few moments, she whispered, “Is there more like that?”

I chuckled and said, “You have to understand Grace, that this time with me, will probably be the only time of their lives when they can approach sex with such abandon. After they return to Tapato, the opportunities ... especially for Mikeya ... will be very limited and controlled. The life of a monarch on Tapato has its perks, but it has its downsides, too. So, at least in their minds, this may be their last opportunity for a long time, and they want to experience everything, and experience it as many times as they can!”

“Everything?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded and Little Mike, still fairly stiff, twitched inside Grace’s pussy.

“I have got to know more. But not right now,” she said.

“I have one more thing I’d like to share with you if I could?” I asked her softly.

“I don’t think I could take it right now. My coochie’s still tingling from the last round,” she said.

“Wimp!” I laughed as she slid to my side. “Seriously, this one isn’t about sex. Well not too much,” I said.

I didn’t wait for a reply, as I replayed a conversation the princesses and I had had late last night ... or maybe it was early this morning. Anyway, the girls had been asking me about my relationships with different family members. I had answered truthfully, but without sharing any intimate details. Finally, Ileana asked me to tell them about Grace.

I continued sharing with Grace what I had told the princesses about her. I had really opened my heart to the sisters as I told them about Grace.

Mikeya and Ileana were both quiet as I finished pouring out my heart, until Ileana had finally whispered to Mikeya, not intending that I should hear, “I would give up everything I have ... every title, every privilege, and every future honor ... just to have someone love me that much!” she told her sister.

I thought Mikeya was close to agreeing.

Grace remained still, saying nothing. She had put her shield back in place, and while I could sense its inadequacy, I didn’t probe. I respected her need for privacy. But I was dying to know how she felt.

Had I once again misplaced my love for someone? Scenes from my previous life flooded my mind, and I cringed as I felt the familiar pangs of depression grip me for the first time in my new life.

“Well, Phil. It looks like you’ve fucked up again!” I thought to myself.

The sun was high in the sky, when I eased my arm gently from under a sleeping Grace.

Mother Nature was calling, and I couldn’t wait much longer. I walked out of sight of the platform to relive myself, still mentally cursing myself for falling in love with someone who could never love me as deeply in return.

I smelled the smoke, before I saw the fire. As he had been previously, the Old One was sitting beside the fire, waiting for me.

I smiled to myself. The fear of the unorthodox way in which he revealed himself to me, was long past.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why, what? Why do I love her more than she loves me? Why does it matter? Why do I care? Why do I want her to love me? Why do I NEED her to love me?”

I felt the anger stir in me. Not at the Old One, nor even his question. I was angry because I had already lived one miserable lifetime, in love with a woman who could not return that love. I sure didn’t want to do that again.

The Old One just looked at me, neither smiling nor frowning. I knew from previous conversations, that this meant I was asking the wrong questions. But I was angry at myself, and in no mood to play mind games.

“Why the fuck am I here talking to you?” I screamed mentally.

“Well, that’s half right,” he smiled.

I stopped the mental rant I was preparing and just stared at him.

“Half right?” I thought to him.

Usually, I can figure out his abstract clues. But today, I was both physically and emotionally worn out. I was feeling angry with myself for making the one mistake I swore I would never make again!

“Here,” he said, handing me a cup of the boiling brew hanging over the fire.