Chapter 328: Change of Plans

Uh oh! What have the girls been discussing in the bathroom?

Elena had a concerning grin on her face when she began saying, “David, there is a change of plans. From the rough translations between Hinata, Alex, and Andy, we are going to be traveling together to one of the largest Renaissance Fairs open this time of year. Hinata and her grandfather want to have the experience. Andy wants to see her past apprentice’s work. Andy wants to compete. You, dad, and I are going to get into the spirit by purchasing period clothing. What do you think a corset will do for my small breasts?”

This change of plans may indeed turn out to be a lot of fun.

During dinner, after letting the men know of the change, Elena made all the arrangements. Our clothing and toiletries were packed for us by a service that also checked us out of the hotel. The others had everything with them already because they were traveling this evening anyway. After dinner, we all headed out to meet a limo to take us to the airport. On the way, the girls talked to me about sleeping arrangements.

Why? We can each have a room to ourselves, if not an entire suite, in any hotel or resort, even if Elena’s dad or I didn’t own it.

Oh. Well, at least each girl trusted me enough to tell me. Few guys get these things explained like this.

Elena and my screwing so much caused her to get her period three days early. Hinata finished today but wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around any guys, not even me. Andy, on the other hand, was safe. She ovulated over a week ago. She expected to get her period anywhere between three and five days from now.

I found that watching me spar made all four women horny. Hinata and Elena quickly got out of the mood. Andy and Alex both wanted dick. Andy and Andy’s Alex were still figuring out if they wanted to be fuck buddies or get serious again. Elena decided her dad needed to have his pipes cleaned. Andy was very willing to help with that chore. Alex and I were sharing a bed for the next two nights. Hinata would share sleep in my bed for at least a week after that.

I talked with Hinata about the “arrangements,” and she said that she loved every baby that resulted from my time in Japan with her family. While not trying to get pregnant, she wouldn’t mind if it happened as long as I was the father. She wanted children to teach in the Japanese sword-making art before her grandfather died. When I told her we could give it a try, she jumped into my lap and didn’t want to leave my embrace even to get on the plane.

It seems she does indeed want to try for me to father a child with her.

The flight was short, and we were soon at another of my hotels.

Elena told me that the hotel had no idea who owned them now, only that their previous owners sold them recently. She hadn’t needed any credit card to make the reservations, as we were on our way, but I would need to use mine when we got there.

I need to check out my laptop to see how many hotels I have. I don’t remember having that many in the U.S.

When I looked at the property reports, I only saw a few dozen spread all over the U.S. There wasn’t one anywhere near the city where we landed.

I asked Elena’s father, “I don’t see this hotel listed as being one of my properties. For that matter, I don’t see the one from last night.”

“Welcome to the world of real estate, David. Except for small, out of the way hotels or motels, or unique ones, most are owned by companies or corporations. Take IHG as an example. They own Holiday Inn and Crowne Plaza hotel chains. Your portfolio contains multiple similar types of corporations, only that these are all individually owned hotels, resorts, and restaurants. I have found that those in the elite group of families dislike hotel chains as they come under more government scrutiny, and franchises are a pain, especially international ones. The EU puts many additional oversights and regulations that apply to all hotels in a chain, not just those in their countries. For my properties in the EU, each one is responsible for adhering to the EU regulations and those of the country where it resides,” Elena’s father explained. “I believe I saw that your data analysis had a link to click for companies that own groups of various properties.”

So it does. Wow. It is a long list, and that is only one of the real estate groups.

I didn’t get any crap about my age when I checked in.

“Sir,” the lady at the counter said. “We have two suites, each with two bedrooms, and a suite with three bedrooms. The Wi-Fi password is on the whiteboard just inside the room. Each room has a dedicated password to protect each customer. It will only work in that suite.”

One suite went to Hinata and her grandfather, another to Elana’s dad and Andy, the last, for the three rooms, came to me. Elena’s father and Andy quickly headed to their suite. Our suites were all on different floors. Alex was naked before the door closed. Hinata and Elena stripped me. Both girls were more than happy to make sure I was ready for Alex.

When I had my dick buried inside her, Alex said, “Maybe one day I will ask you to let me give birth to our child. I still have much to learn from my grandmother before I can step away to have a baby. All those who were able to conceive when you were with them gave birth to your children. Each child has never suffered any illness or even spit up unless they over eat. They said to thank you personally if our paths crossed while I visited your country. I have a lot of thinking to do.”

I forgot how amazing the sex is with a woman who has the stamina to go for hours. Alex’s metal boyfriend kept her from getting sore or raw, as we used every available surface in the room and bathroom to screw. She may have thought that she ovulated last week, but my sperm found an egg waiting. I asked if she would mind getting pregnant if we got her pregnant today.

I take it that her massive orgasm and begging me to give it my best try is a yes.

As we lay in bed, with her occasionally rocking her hips to keep my dick slippery inside her, she began to cry softly. I held her and rubbed her back.

“I thought it happened before you left to go to Japan,” Alex told me. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to be pregnant, but I finally got my period six weeks late. It was kind of inevitable. It makes me sad that my body is not in the right part of my cycle for you to make our child inside me.”

After a slow screw, I asked her what she wanted to have if I got her pregnant. She wanted a boy and a girl, twins, if possible. The place in my head let me know that she isn’t saying this because of her perpetual state of arousal or the many times she came tonight, and early this morning. Somehow I did get her pregnant when in Spain, even if I never knew it. As far as the place in my head could tell, it wasn’t supposed to happen, and something inside the ball of cells wasn’t right, so she miscarried. That caused her to lose herself in her work to keep from accepting that she hadn’t just been irregular. This trip dragged her away from the forge to force her to work through the issues. The place in my head did something to cause an egg to mature faster than usual, using what I learned putting Paula back together, to have her ovulate. It did it a second time after Alex told me she wanted a boy and girl. For once, it didn’t split the fertilized egg, cut it in half, and change the DNA to make one-half male and the other female.

She needs this to help her get her mind straight and work through things.

In the morning, she was a bit tired, but happy to be going to the Ren Fair. Today she bought a dress and a corset. Tomorrow, she wears her armor to join the come one, come all, LARP sword-fighting contest. They won’t expect Alex to be a woman.

We had a leisurely breakfast and still arrived before the Ren Fair opened. I had plenty of the hundred-dollar bills from my million dollar stashes, so I told the girls I was paying for their outfits, provided I got to approve them all first. They countered, saying they got to pick out my clothes for me, and I couldn’t complain.

I could wear a red plastic beer cup for my nuts and dick, and something to cover my asshole, and still look amazing. I wish I was even being a bit arrogant in my assessment.

Elena and Alex looked outstanding in their simple peasant dresses and corsets. Both girls got multiple outfits, including some lady’s leather armor. Once they were all set, and I approved of each, they got started on me. First, they got me leather pants, a peasant shirt, and boots. The woman running the booth had to dig through multiple storage containers to find pants and a shirt that fit me without being too tight. I then got pretty much what I expected as soon as I saw them on a rack. It consisted of tights and a peasant shirt with a belt. The shirt barely came below my balls. My shirt only had two buttons at the bottom right above a thin belt. My abs and chest were on display. They liked that combination better than the other shirt with leather pants. They felt that the outfit was too formal for today.

Paying for everything in cash, after the money pen verified that each bill was real, made the lady very happy. Credit cards cost her money. She tossed in some hats for me and things for the girls. We took everything to the security lockers for us to store. Andy already had outfits. She changed at some point while the girls and I were shopping. The girls got some attention, but most women and girls here wore either formal type dresses, peasant dresses with corsets, or some variation of the leather gear the girls had. Me, on the other hand, looked like about half the men, except that my costume clearly outlined my dick in the tights, and I had the build to wear the shirt. I soon found that some of the teenaged girls and women in their early twenties decided to go authentic. Their only undergarments were linen smocks. I remember reading that back then, having to take off clothes to use the bathroom was dangerous, especially to women. When they had to go, they hiked everything up, took a squat, and did their thing. I saw furry mounds, lightly furred and bald. Only two girls minded that I saw their bald pussies, and it was because they hadn’t wiped well, so they had shit still on the butts. A quick run off to the bathroom fixed that. Both girl’s pussies glistened with moisture when next they gave me a peek. Not having on corsets and only loose tops gave me great shots of their firm tits. They followed closely behind me when I went off to pee. The bathrooms were unisex, so I held the door open to see if they wanted to come in. They did.

“Look, but don’t touch,” I told them as I pulled down my tights to take a piss.

It was only fair, they said, for them to strip. Neither had a single hair, and the girl’s tits were barely swollen mounds capped by a tiny pink puffy cone. They didn’t need their bodies to mature to put a leg up so they could rub their clits while staring at my dick. I moved between them and gave my dick a few strokes to get it hard, stroking it on occasion to keep it hard. Their eyes were glued to it as they brought themselves off.

The place in my head made me see when it was best to leave. I slipped out while they went to wash their pussies. Each knew there was no way my dick would fit their small holes, any of them.

I had tucked my dick back into my tights while still hard. It made a noticeable bulge. Men, women, girls, and some boys noticed. I didn’t make a big production of it, but when I went limp, I did a quick rearrangement.

We did the whole shebang, turkey legs, joust, birds of prey, LARP exhibition, and all the rest. Elena’s dad texted her that Hinata’s grandfather headed back to the hotel around midday. He was taking Andy out to wander around the nearby town. The four of us were on our own.

A bit of fun did happen near the end of the day’s activities. We passed a group of LARPers that had done some sword fighting demonstrations throughout the day. Hinata and Alex were looking at their swords.

“Hey, George,” one of the LARPers said, “Look these two wenches checking out our swords. Think we should let them check them out up close?”

The other guy replied, “Sure. But I doubt they can lift them.”

I translated to both girls before asking each if they wanted to mess with these guys a bit. Both did.

“Both women would like to check out your swords, just not your staff,” I told them. “They don’t speak English, but I can translate. If you are serious, I will let them know.”

“What the heck. I’m not responsible if the women hurt themselves,” George told me.

I gave the girls a thumbs-up, and they went over to one of the men.

The girls ignored the guy’s banter. The group moved back when each girl picked up one of the swords to examine.

They pretended the swords were very heavy to them at first. I could tell these were stamped junk dunked like candles to cover them with more hardened steel and then chromed. They could take some hits and made loud sounds when they hit another sword. The swords weren’t able to do any real sword fighting other than quick crowd demos.

Everyone moved even more when both girls started getting a feel for the weight and balance.

“Hey, look. These chicks are going to try to sword fight,” someone yelled from the crowd.

People came to see what was going on. Hinata and Alex saw the crowd forming, so they decided to give a little demonstration.

Damn, they are both fast. Hinata moves out of the way while Alex chooses to block.

The swords had no definite edge, so even if one of them managed to land a blow on the other, it would be a blunt force versus razor-sharp one. After a few minutes, they stopped, handed the swords back, shrugged their shoulders, and walked away.

“What the fuck was that,” George asked.

I laughed before saying, “You said they could check out your swords, so they did. I can tell from the looks on their faces that they weren’t impressed.”

“What do you mean not impressed,” the guy with the other sword said. “Mine is one of the moderately expensive swords on the market.”

“You got screwed, man. That is a stamped piece of crap dipped in a few layers of steel and then chromed to make it look like something it is not,” I explained. “The girls played nice. Both could have easily shown you what crap they are.”

“Yeah, sure, dude,” George said.

I laughed again and said, “Believe me, or not. Both are swordsmiths. I’ve apprenticed with each of their families. They are the real deal.”

Elena had a mischievous streak. Hinata had brought some practice swords just in case any of the women’s exhibitions had sword fighting. Alex had multiple with her too. Elena got one of each, choosing those who looked perfect to others but had various flaws someone with a trained eye could detect at a distance. Alex’s sword didn’t have the same style as the one she was going to use tomorrow.

“Now those are the real deal,” I told the two guys. “See how it feels to wield a sword made by a master sword smith’s apprentice.”

Even with Alex’s and Hinata’s swords not having a sharpened, hardened edge, both still had an edge shape.

“Alex,” a burly man wearing chainmail yelled before throwing a cantaloupe at her.

Hinata was between Alex and the man. With a brief flicker of steel, the cantaloupe dropped to the ground in four pieces. She cleaned the blade as she slid it back inside its custom scabbard. The man was surprised. After realizing what happened, he rapidly threw various fruit at the two girls. Both moved into a position to see who could strike it first. After realizing that it was too easy, they started working together. Alex’s Toledo steel swords are more substantial than those Hinata’s family makes, but you wouldn’t know it from seeing how she moved it as close to the same speed as Hinata did hers. On the ground around them were finely chopped pieces of fruit. When there we no more fruit, the crowd applauded.

He went to Alex to greet her like an old friend. Tomorrow they were having a blacksmith competition in the morning. It was a big draw for the Ren Fair each year and accounted for a large amount of the money used to keep the place up. She agreed to be here in the morning to compete. Hinata also accepted the invitation.