Chapter 221: Banging

You will connect the dots here at some point.

Adriana still stood beside the bed, absentmindedly rubbing her pussy as she tried to figure out what her friend was talking about as she hurriedly dressed and left. She didn’t seem to notice me pulling her naked body onto the bed. I started sucking her nipples as she kept her hands rubbing between her legs. I know I felt her tense up and then cum two different times. Her mind was stuck thinking about the other girl’s words.

When I slid down to eat her honey-flavored pussy, her fingers slid up to play with my hair and subconsciously try to guide me to where she most like being licked. When I slid a finger in, I didn’t feel any hymen so I added another finger. Both were swimming around in her fish taco as I lapped up what was leaking out. She had cum hard when she jerked up on my hair. I thought she was pulling me off her clit. She wasn’t.

“Did she say her future husband is gay? Won’t she be showing when they get married in six months? Is she that stupid,” she asked me as I continued to rub her g-spot to bring her off while she waited for an answer.

Like I can tell you that I fucked the girl’s brains out or that she was trying to figure out how to deal with her believing I got her pregnant today.

I used her panties to wipe her glistening juices from around my mouth and said, “I have no idea if she is stupid or just naïve. I’m not sure why she would marry a gay man in the first place. Maybe she can have him use her back door as he would with a guy and then put it in front to finish off to try to impregnate her. His cum could also run out of her ass and down over her pussy to do the job.”

“I didn’t think about that. Maybe not so stupid,” Adriana told me. “People say I’m stupid when they don’t know I can hear them. I’m not that stupid. I know I only have three days until my period. You won’t get me pregnant as you did her. Can your thing make me feel better than your fingers down there? You took a long time to get done each time you two did it in here. I want to try having you do it to me if you think you will get to shoot stuff in me too.”

Not the sharpest sword in the shop is she. Don’t need brains to fuck.

After getting used to my dick, she fucked me as much as I fucked her. She came quickly and strongly, too. It didn’t hurt that she could suck a watermelon through a coffee stirrer or that when she had me all in her mouth, she would stick her long tongue out to try to lick my balls.

Two and a half minutes is a long time for her to hold her breath.

She would still have been using my dick, like a piston in a Ferrari speeding down the Autobahn, if Alex hadn’t smacked Adriana’s muscular butt.

“You’re two hours late. If you don’t have your coveralls in here, then you are going to be working in only your boots. Don’t even think I won’t do it. Give me any backtalk you will have a red butt too,” Alex told her.

If Alex only speaks to her cousins and siblings when they mess up, then it is no wonder Adriana isn’t questioning any of Alex’s threats.

Once the door was closed, Alex told me that my dick was making her wet, but she was still too sore for at least another day. Right now, I was going to get dressed to take her to lunch and then we were going to hit the forge. Andy would come down after her nap to show the apprentices some pointers that I was going to watch as well. The rest of the time today, tonight, and into the early morning was Alex’s time. She was determined to teach me how to use a hammer like a swordsmith and not a sledgehammer.

Lunch turned out to be three liters of beer and tapas. Alex didn’t show she had any effects from the beer, other than needing to pee. She pulled me with her into the unisex bathroom to aim me. When I got hard, Alex sat on the toilet to suck and jack me off. I didn’t cum, but she said it wasn’t like I hadn’t a bunch of times already today.

From the time we got back from lunch until two in the morning, I learned how to lay off how hard I was hitting the softer metals to control the shape the correct way. I knew of what to do from the man in the machine, just not any training on proper hammer control.

Like martial arts, knowing how to do them doesn’t mean your body can use that knowledge instantly.

“We are staying tonight in that big bed you used to show me the pleasures a woman can get from a man that knows how to give a woman pleasure,” Alex told me. “In the morning, you are going to bring your baby with you to the shop. Andy wants to see her so badly that she told three of my cousins and one aunt to come here so they have plenty of warm milk on tap. Their babies only nurse at night now that they are on solid food, and are old enough to drink milk. You shouldn’t leave your daughter off with strangers while you stay here.”

I can’t tell her that April is my baby sister as far as anyone back home is concerned.

When I checked on Elena, I found a nurse sleeping on a cot in her room. Another nurse must have heard me come in because she showed up very quickly to make sure I didn’t get close to Elena. Well, she tried. I was a lot faster than her. Elena woke up when I sat on the bed and I had to give her some good energy so she could sit up to hug me. I linked to the man-in-the-machine to see what I needed to do for her. He guided me to look for dirty energy in her and then zooming in on each of the cells. The bacteria that causes zits we expected, given that Elena was having her period. She had the flu. I wanted to pull the bad energy out of her body, but he told me to leave it alone. Elena hadn’t ever gotten more than the sniffles when the pollen was extremely high. I didn’t like having her suffer like this when I could fix it instantly. We mentally argued until I decided his points were valid. She needed to suffer through this to teach her some of the things you can only learn by experiencing them. Plus, he said that he had made sure the nurses were the best at taking excellent care of girls who have the flu. She was as weak as a baby and they were taking care of her accordingly. For the last day, she hadn’t even patted herself dry or wiped her butt.

Elena pulled me down with her when her energy ran out. I kissed her on the head and tucked her in before stepping back from the bed. I thanked both nurses for taking such good care of her.

When I went to the nursery off Elena’s room, I found that there was no indication that April had been to sleep in here today. I found Christina had her in bed with her upstairs. She was happy to see me. Alex got the hint when Christina handed her April, who was now wide awake and ready to play with Alex. Since April had just had a big meal, she was going to fall back asleep soon after she played for a bit with Alex.

Christina was beyond needing a good fuck. April very energetically breast-feeding had Christina’s motor running. She joked that if she could get to the strings that would pull her IUD out, she would have me get her pregnant right now. She was pretty sure she had ovulated before going to bed tonight. The place in my head not only showed me that she had, I saw how to get to the strings of her IUD to pull it out. I wasn’t about to do it. Christina was just very horny and I could feel that she didn’t want to get pregnant anytime soon. I ran her motor out of oil right before she ran of gas. I carried my clothes down to the room Alex and I were using.

I smell like I fucked an entire French whore house that had run out of perfume.

April only woke up once during the night because she had a big load in her diaper that was irritating her butt and vulva. A quick change, and some liquid powder, took care of that problem quickly. Alex had woken up when I got up to take care of April. If she had ever questioned if April was mine before, I don’t think she did now.

“I didn’t even hear her cry, and I wake up if a baby cries in the room where I am sleeping,” she told me. “You changed her faster than any guy I have seen. None of the fathers of the babies in my family can manage to get the diaper on straight.”

I laughed, and April giggled happily along with me. I told her that April and I had a strong bond. Unless I’m distracted, she doesn’t need to cry to get my attention.

I didn’t bother to put April’s onesie back on her. She liked skin on skin contact with me. It comforted her on some level.

In the morning, April was having her breakfast when I went to check on Elena. There was only one nurse with her when I came in. Elena was in the tub soaking with a tampon in to curb the flow. The nurse freaked out when she noticed me and tried to cover Elena up with a towel. All that did was wake Elena up.

She had me lean down for a kiss before saying, “Christina told me that you were going to take April with you to the swordsmith’s home. She said there were some nursing mothers and a lot of girls that were going to fawn all over April while you played with a long hot shaft that wasn’t the one in your pants. They told me I have a bad strain of the flu, so they are here around the clock ensuring that I stay hydrated and eat plenty of soup. I want to be home in my bed, but dad said I was in good hands. No airline would let me fly in my condition anyway and I don’t get risk getting the girls sick. April hasn’t even spit up or had any diarrhea, but I bet you already knew that. If she got sick you would have been here in a heartbeat. She needs to have some time with other babies anyway. Go off and bang on metal. Maybe you can see if they will let you make a horseshoe or something.”

I kissed her on the forehead and left.

Alex hadn’t been kidding about Andy having told breastfeeding mothers in the family to stay here with their babies to feed April too, but I told Alex and Andy that April had formula. They told me I was a man. Women knew what babies needed. April gave me a hint, over the link between us, that she preferred breastmilk to formula.

Ok. April likes breast milk when the woman hadn’t eaten something that made the milk taste how April didn’t like.

I impressed the heck out of the mothers when I felt April was about to pee and poop in her diaper. While she had no control over it, yet, I felt it soon enough to get her diaper off and hold her over one of the toddler training potties. I held her there while she did her thing. I felt it when her body finished cleaning her out, so I used wipes to clean her up before I put a clean diaper on her, with some more of the liquid baby powder. She was soon back in the playpen with two other babies. April decided a nap sounding good, so she rolled over onto her stomach, pushed her butt up in the air, and went right to sleep. No thumb or pacifier needed.

I got more good daddy points for taking the potty bucket the bathroom to dump it and wash it out.

I leaned into the playpen to kiss April before I left to go to the workshop.

Damn those to babies had nasty loads in their diapers. How can their mothers not smell that?

Before any of the women seemed to know what had happened, I had the baby boy and girl changed too. Both babies seemed very happy to have that nasty shit off their butts. I never said a word as I headed out to the workshop.

In the workshop, Andy pulled me over to some wheels they used to shape swords. My training today consisted of taking the round bars of soft steel, heating them until white-hot, and then placing them in a unique holder. When in the holder, I used tongs to hold onto what would be the tang of the sword. It allowed me to keep it steady as I slid the wheel over it to shape it to the correct angle. Not having a feel for it yet, the metal cooled off before I could turn it over to do the other side. Andy was able to do both sides, and get it back into the force before it cooled too much. Then she did the others. Of course, Alex was much faster and could shape all four sides before it cooled the first time. They repeated the process to better refine the shape.

Andy’s great grandfather realized that during his time at the shaping wheel that if he had a way to check the proper shape of the core, then it tended to give a much better surface on the for applying the harder steel layers. He commissioned a stonemason to cut out the exact core shapes for the various swords styles they made here. Each was from two matching slabs of marble. Andy waited to show it to me after I had screwed up my first dozen, or so, attempts badly enough that they went into a crucible to melt back down to pour into the ingot molds they used for cores.

Around the time everyone went to lunch and a siesta, my shaping attempts were much closer to what would fit into the slot for sword style I was learning to make. Some went to have lunch and came back to the shop.

When I felt no one was able to see me doing it, I used the place in my head to pull energy into the metal to keep it at the perfect shaping temperature as I got a feel for the process. Around eleven that night, I finally managed to make one that fit correctly into the spot in the marble slabs. It was too long, but the shape was correct.

Alex came to let me know some younger kids tending the furnace tonight. Each came to check on me from time to time to make sure I hadn’t fallen into the forge and burned myself up.

If you only knew that I could swim in molten steel and not even break a sweat, not that I was looking to do that anytime soon.

The only cheating I did was using the place in my head to keep the metal hot so that I didn’t need to put it back on the forge. She wouldn’t let me quench them because she said I wasn’t skilled enough to do those steps yet.

I soon felt that I had the handle of shaping the cores, so I got took the bar of metal I had folded, badly, to heat it white-hot. My skill with the hammer allowed me to beat it into a flat surface, versus one with divots where I hit it too hard. I only returned it to the forge to heat it to let me get a flatter surface on top. While the bottom flattened out some due the flat surface underneath, I still had to work the bottom until almost perfectly flat across the surface like the top. I heated it again before turning it up on its side to make it had more of a square shape. Alex’s was perfectly straight on all edges.

It seemed like a good time to call it a night to get some rest. On the way to the bedroom, I checked the furnace. I noticed some crucibles were ready to remove and pour into the ingot molds, so I readied everything before removing the crucibles. It didn’t seem to take very long to finish that task. I loaded up a dozen small ones with the exact quantities of the specific powders that they needed for the hardness of the steel for a later step in the sword forging process. I don’t know which part, or type of sword, only that they made this mixture every three days. Once I stirred up the crucibles in the furnace, to mix them up a bit, I stripped to my boxers in the changing room.

I don’t care if everyone in town has seen me naked, this isn’t my home.

Unlike everyone else, my shield covered every inch of my body, including each hair. Since no one could see me, I used the place in my head to make everything on the outside of my shield fall away. A quick run through the shower let water through my shield enough to make my hair slightly damp and clear cleanse my skin. I had no idea what to expect in the bedroom. The best I could tell, there were boys and girls from seven to thirteen in the bed. The boys were in shorts or briefs with girls in panties or pajamas. Only the two smallest of the girls were wearing their pajama shirts. Kind of like the little monkeys in the bed I rolled them gently to the sides to make me a spot in the middle. I wasn’t getting up before most of them had to wake up anyway.

About the time I had made me enough room, two girls and a boy got up and started to pull on their overalls and boots.

“I got out the crucibles that were fully melted and poured them into ingot molds. I also put in a dozen of the small ones with the powders needed to make the type of steel they made every three days,” I whispered. “If that is all you were going to go do, then you can get some more sleep.”

I went to sleep with the two girls pushed against each other as they mostly laid on their stomachs on top of me. They slid down during the night to be sleeping against my sides with their heads on my shoulders. Emelia was sound asleep on top of my chest. With sunlight coming into the room, I knew it was already after nine in the morning. I only saw four of us in the room now. I managed to roll the two girls on either side of me far enough away that I could sit up with Emelia held to me. I turned to lay her on the bed and covered them all up.

When I was stripping off my boxers one of the twelve-year-old, and two of the thirteen-year-old girls, who were sleeping in the bed last night, said, “I’m glad you didn’t curl up behind me last night or be close enough for me to crawl up to sleep on your chest. That thing is huge and is just hanging there like a long fat wet noodle.”

“I can get it in me. It isn’t any fatter than Alex’s metal one, and I can get that inside me,” the twelve-year-old said.

One of the thirteen-year-old girls told her, “Your butthole is exit only. You can’t even get a finger inside your vagina.”

“Ewww. Why would I put a penis there?” the younger girl asked.

I am getting out of here while I still have the chance.

Alex and Andy were both surprised by what I had done last night.

“I’m a quick learner and a bit obsessive. I wouldn’t let myself get some sleep until I could do what you had shown me. Alex, my first attempt was the most pitiful hunk of folded and forge welded metal that I think anyone could make. I had to at least try to take what you taught me to get it to at least resemble something close to yours,” I told them. “I wasn’t ready to go to sleep, so I went ahead and poured out the ready crucibles into the ingots. I think I used the correct ingot molds. Someone will want to check the crucibles I pushed into the very back. I don’t know the type or hardness of the steel it will become when melts, but I put in the specifically needed ingots and the right amounts of the correct powders I remembered seeing added to make one of the harder steels. They should be the hottest ones in the cooling area so someone might want to double-check me.”

Alex inspected my folded bar that I straightened up a bit while Andy went to check on the molds and crucibles from last night.

Soon Alex and I heated our respective bars of folded metal to beat them into the shape Alex said we were using as the core for our swords. For the next two layers, we were going to fold, forge weld, and quench in a precise way. We needed to use some types of clay as part of making our Japanese swords so they would have a specific look to them. It was completely different from the sword makings techniques she had studied under her grandmother.