Chapter 197

Van, Adriana and Lillian had exhausted themselves, napped, then had gotten up to take a shower. After a snack, (left in the sitting room of the suite by Jeff's wives) rejuvenated, but no longer desperately hungry for food or sex, they lay in the big bed and talked, snuggled and kissed. Although Van had kissed and sucked a little on Adriana's breasts earlier in the night, he had not focused on trying to drain her milk.

Adriana, partially propped on a pillow with an elbow under her head, smiled at her husband beside her. Taking a breast in her hand, she squeezed the globe near the nipple, causing fine streams of woman milk to spurt out. "You need to relieve some of the pressure, or I need to use the breast pump, and ... according to Diana, my sister-wife needs to nurse a little, too."

Lillian looked a bit uncomfortable, but Adriana quickly went on, "You know I'm not into girls, but Diana says this is different – and important. She says my milk is evidence that I'm going to be the Queen, and ... I should share my pheromones with the both of you. Lil, I think we really need to do this. If it's too much to ask to have you nurse me, I can use the pump and put a little of my milk in a glass..."

"And spoil all the fun," Van joked.

Lillian reached over and touched Adriana's wet nipple. "Why? Why does Diana think we need to do this? It's not exactly sexual, but then again, it is a bit, and I'm definitely not into girls, either."

Adriana shifted, obviously a little uncomfortable with the subject. "She says it's the quickest way to bond the two of us. Van's pheromones and whatever an Alpha does mentally will do that to some extent, but a Queen's pheromones also help to bind the wives together. I guess it's a bit farfetched, but there's definitely something different about me, well, other than I'm suddenly lactating like crazy. But if you don't want to do it..."

"Then I get all the milk," Van teased, but it was obvious he was worried his wives were going to have their first ... disagreement.

"I ... have never tasted a mother's milk before," Lillian hesitantly said. "Well, since you don't have a baby, I guess we should call it something else."

"Your mother didn't nurse you?" Van kidded.

Lillian's face blushed. "You know what I mean." Then, "Oh, what the hell," and she leaned over and locked her lips around Adriana's left nipple.

At first, she seemed to just suck very gently, but after a moment, a new expression passed across her face and she sucked harder, then swallowed. A couple seconds later, she swallowed again. Then after a few minutes, she stopped and sat up, her face flushed, as was Adriana's.

"And?" Van prompted as he reached over to tweak Adriana's other nipple that was now drooling milk like the one Lillian had been nursing on.

"It was ... different," Lillian quietly said. "Different than I expected, and not nearly as embarrassing as I supposed it would be. I feel ... I don't know. Maybe I feel a little closer to you now that I've, uh, done that. But maybe..." and her words trailed off as she thought.

"Me, too," Adriana said, as Lillian sat quietly, now staring at Adriana's breasts, then reaching out a hand to touch her sister-wife on the cheek. Adriana took Lillian's hand in hers as the new Queen continued, "I guess I haven't told you before, Lil, but I love you. I guess I always have, but I suppose it's more appropriate to tell you now, and ... those feelings are a lot stronger now, too. I suppose they would have to be after we've shared our husband."

Lillian hugged her new sister-wife. "I love you, too. You've been the best friend I could ever have. Well, both of you have. And now I'm married to both of you."

"We're all equal in this marriage," Adriana assured her.

"My turn," Van said as he positioned himself to lie beside Adriana. She giggled and turned toward him, making her milk-laden breasts easily available to him. He took a turgid nipple in his mouth and sucked for a while, Adriana gradually relaxing as she looked down at him. After a few moments, she cradled his head within her arms and let out a soft sigh of contentment.

Eventually, he sat up, pulled Lillian to him, kissing her, obviously putting a mouthful of milk into her mouth. Adriana expected a reaction from Lillian, but she just swallowed and let out a soft moan. After a moment, Van went back to Adriana's breast, then when his mouth was full, moved to kiss her, startling her as he pushed the sweet milk into her mouth. She almost giggled, thinking at first that he was just playing, but suddenly she realized that he wasn't. Oddly, the act was intimate. Neither of them said anything, and after a few moments, Van went back to nursing her, eventually draining her breasts.

Normally, when Van sucked on her nipples, Adriana would have an orgasm quickly, but his deliberate nursing of her milk had been different. Somehow, she seemed to almost feel his love for her. The nursing over, he ran a hand down and caressed her pussy as he changed to little nips and licks of her nipples, interspersed with a gentle sucking. Her sexual desires instantly ramped up and she reached for his cock, only to find that Lillian's hand was already there. That hand stayed there, and a short time later, guided Van's cock to Adriana's waiting pussy.

The three would have little sleep before they were scheduled to be at breakfast when eight o'clock rolled around.

Late at night, their lovemaking done, Jeff lay on his bed surrounded by all his wives, Arlene on one shoulder and Diana on the other. After things had quieted down, Arlene had taken the puppy from his kennel, and he had quickly assumed his now usual position wedged between Jeff and his daughter. Tonight, he had one of his squeaky toys clamped in his mouth. It hadn't taken the dog long to learn exactly where the squeaker was located in the toy and position his mouth accordingly. As he slowly drifted to sleep, his squeaking of the toy slowed, then became intermittent.

Jeff raised the sheet enough to glare at the almost-asleep puppy, but with a sigh, dropped the sheet back into place. He knew that griping about the puppy would be detrimental to his relationship with his wives, so he remained mute. With a mental sigh, he took a breath and unfocused his mind. As could any of his team, he was instantly asleep – squeaky toy or not.

Four o'clock came quickly. As the Prime eased out of bed, Kayla, keyed to her husband, rolled out and staggered toward the bathroom. As he generally did, Jeff reminded her that he had ample security to escort him on his run, and she could go back to bed if she wanted, but she ignored him and mumbled, "Gotta pee."

A little teasing play in the walk-in closet a few minutes later, and they were soon dressed and out the back door to meet the cold wind and the new day.

After the newlyweds' late breakfast, the women had gone with the new brides for their soak in the Jacuzzi. Van joined the Prime by the window in the big living room. The men sat and talked, Jeff from time to time teasing Van about his wedding night, then, "I assume that Lillian knows that you and Adriana are brother and sister?"

Van glanced over at Jeff, "What ... Oh, sure. She's known that for years. Lillian noticed the family resemblance, and she and Ryan kidded us about it. It never seemed to bother either of them. And last night, well, I think it turned her on even more. She encouraged me a couple of times to fuck my sister. She also knows that any children born will be perfect because of Little One, not that we haven't been blessed with Paulette and Jeremy – but we might have been lucky there."

Van brought the conversation back to the purchase of Aldridge's farm, but Jeff broke in before Van could say much about it. "I've already talked to my accountant and lawyer. As I told you, I don't charge interest on a loan to one of my Alphas. In addition, I've told the attorney to have the contract reflect that the first payment is not due for two years. That way, you'll have time to get things started, and hopefully have a steady income from the combined properties. All of this is subject to your review, and your attorney's, of course, should you decide to retain one. But I've instructed my attorney to make the wording of the contract as straight-forward as possible in order for it to be easily understood by everyone concerned."

"Jeff, it isn't right for you to do this without charging interest on the loan."

But Jeff was shaking his head. "You're one of my Alphas. As such, you're part of my family. I don't charge family interest. Your son and I have had a lengthy discussion about this, but the bottom line is that I don't make money off of family. Now, tell me how you plan to make all of this work. Jeremy is obviously tickled to be back home."

Jeff smiled as Van talked enthusiastically about his plans, but the Prime was thinking about a contract burning in the future. No use keeping a useless document, he gleefully thought.

The door to the lab office opened and Arlene walked in. This morning, she was wearing dull red short shorts with a brighter red polka dot blouse and heels to match her shorts, the blouse top with three buttons undone and the material tied in a knot under her breasts, accentuating them even more. She gave a subtle shrug to her shoulders as she shut the door, the practiced shrug designed to make her breasts sway and jiggle for her husband. Although he had made love to her yesterday afternoon in the Ship, and again last night when he made love to all his wives, his eyes still riveted on her partially-covered breasts.

"You like the Daisy Duke outfit?" she teased as she spun for him to show the outfit off.

"Yeah, you look sexy as hell, and you know it," he laughed as he tried to subtly move his suddenly swollen cock to a better position in his jeans.

"Having problems there, Husband?" she teased as she came to lean over his desk, grab the collar of his shirt and pull him forward to kiss him wickedly.

"You keep that up and you'll be bent over this desk in no time."

"Promises. Promises," she giggled as she moved to sit on the couch, crossing her legs sexily in front of her and swinging a sandal-clad foot. "So what are you working on this morning?"

"Same old thing," he sighed. "I'm going back over my notes for the hundredth time trying to find the problem. But no matter what I do, I can't generate a force field strong enough to stop anything bigger than a sick humming bird." Mentally shrugging away his displeasure, "And what is my lovely daughter up to? I assume that Adriana and Lillian are okay after the Jacuzzi, and won't need Little One?"

Arlene let out a little giggle as she grinned at her dad. "Are you asking to hear about their wedding night?" she teased. "What did Van say?"

"Men don't talk about their women like that. He just said he was very fortunate to have the chance to marry two wonderful women."

"Bull," his daughter laughed. "I know guys talk more than that."

"'Guys, ' might. My Alphas and I don't. We respect our wives. If you girls want to talk, that's fine with us, but guys talking only leads to problems – mainly with a wife or girlfriend getting pissed because of something she doesn't like us revealing. So being smarter than the average bear, or bears, as the case may be..."

"You just stay away from the subject of sex, huh?"

"Well, at least in detail. Besides, no other guys need to know what we do in our bedroom."

"And in the living room, and in your office, and in the shower, and in the walk-in closet..." she said with another chuckle.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your sexy visit, my young Wife?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" she teased as she moved her top aside enough to almost reveal the nipple of her right breast.

Jeff pushed his chair back and walked around his desk. Sitting beside her on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap. After brushing the material out of the way, he licked, then sucked a nipple, drawing hard until he received the sweet taste of her milk. She shuddered in his arms as he held her tight.

Minutes passed as he loved the young Queen. Finally, multiple orgasms later, he leaned back, holding her against his chest, her face tucked against his neck. After a while, she pulled back a little, kissed his lips and smiled. "When Mom and I concocted our scheme to keep you from divorcing her, we had no idea – none at all – that things would change this much. How has it all happened?"

The Prime just smiled and shook his head.

After they had sat for a time, she quietly asked, "I wonder what Arnie is doing now."

She could feel Jeff stiffen, although his expression didn't change. "Easy, Tiger," she chuckled. "Arnie was just a kid – probably still is. I have absolutely no interest in him other than curiosity. I just wish I could have kicked Jack in the balls a few times for robbing you of my virginity, though."

"Robbing me?" Jeff responded. "You mean robbing, you, don't you?"

Arlene grabbed his face and kissed him hard for a couple of seconds. "No, I mean robbing you. I had always dreamed – since I was a little girl – about you being my husband. When I reached puberty, those dreams centered around my giving you my virginity. Thanks to Jack – that asshole," she snarled. "I couldn't give it to you. He, at least, deserved a few good kicks in the balls for taking that away from you. I know you messed him up, but I wish I could have kicked him a few times."