Bard's Tale 04 - Holly Wood

Leaning over, he kissed her gently on the lips, then on her cheek, his breath like a firebrand on her skin, making her heart pound. "Yes, Beautiful. I want us to have a baby, too."

Her face full of emotion, Tahna turned back to Tia. "Spell me, too."

Taking out her holy symbol, the priestess chanted quietly. First, she dispelled the protective magic on Tahna, eliminating the prevent pregnancy spell that kept her from conceiving. Then she evoked the spell fertility three times. Each sister felt a warm, momentary heat flash within their loins when the spell completed.

"What happens with this again?" he asked, looking at each of them in turn.

"Relax," Tia reassured him. "It won't kick in until tomorrow morning. It magically advances our bodies to our next ovulation. For the next two or three days, you will have three very horny women to deal with. You will be lucky to get time for food and sleep! Do not be surprised if once you have filled one of us, another of your wives moves the first one out of the way and impales herself on your mighty staff. Just giving you fair warning, Reison."

The other two sisters snickered as they turned to look at him. "You really do have a mighty staff," Mindal assured him. "I have experienced your morning wood."

"It's good at getting our attention," Tahna assured him.

Reison blushed as he grinned.

The priestess smiled. "Husband, tonight, you get a reprieve, at least until we retire to our suite. You and Mindal brought down your instruments. Go play and enjoy yourselves. It might be a few days before you can escape our clutches and we let you outside our rooms to see daylight again."

She could see that having already experienced a few days of conjugal bliss, he was ready to laugh and brush it off. But the sincerity on Tia's face squelched that response. Instead, he nodded, then moved closer to Tahna, drawing her into his arms for an intense kiss full of ardent promise. When he came up for air, he said, "You are so beautiful, Tahna. Thank you for being my wife."

Totally gobsmacked, she absently touched her lips even as she watched him get up and move around the table toward Tia.

Tia herself felt little flutters in her belly, and a bit more loosening between her lower lips.

Taking her in his arms, he tilted her head back and delivered a searing kiss.

Closing her eyes, she found it difficult to breathe. She sighed as she melted into his embrace. Too soon the kiss ended. The liquid heat pooling within her core was nearly enough ease the way for him to take her right then.

"I love you, my sweet wife," he told her. "Tia, I am blessed by your wise and kind heart and the love you freely give me."

Dazed, her pulse pounding and body suddenly warm all over, all Tia could do was watch as he returned to his place between Tahna and Mindal. Pulling the bard up into his arms, she wrapped herself around him as he locked lips with her. They kissed passionately, yet briefly. He asked her, "Shall we go make some music together?"

Nodding, and both grinning like loons, they grabbed their instruments and strode toward the small stage, hand in hand.

Sighing together, the two women watched their husband and youngest sister move across the room.

"I love that man. He gave me one kiss and I soaked my panties," Tia said.

"Me, too," Tahna admitted.

Delighted, Tia raised her eyebrows. "Really?"

The monk nodded, watching their sister and husband find stools to sit on, then began warming up. "He's so gorgeous. I mean, look at that tight butt of his! I look at him, and I remember holding onto those tight cheeks, feeling them flex within my hands while he probed deep inside me and rode me to paradise. Each time, Tia, it gets better and better."

Scooting closer, Tia put her arm around her sister. "When I first got up this evening, you were snuggled up against him, a look of pure happiness on your sleeping face."

The monk looked at her, suddenly tearing up. "Tia, I . . . I . . . "

Drawing her down to lay her face against her chest, Tia kissed her on top of her head, her hand rubbing her back. "I am so happy for you, Tahna. It is so good to see you smile and laugh. My sister and my friend are back. He gives you joy and believes you are beautiful. You really are beautiful, my sister. You are worthy of being loved like he loves you. You have so much love to give to him give in return. Let those feelings out and welcome joy into your heart."

Sobbing into Tia's robes, she burbled out, "I love you, Tia."

"I love you, too, baby." She kissed her head again, then nuzzled her, her hand rubbing the monk's back in a gentle, soothing circle.

"I'd forgotten how wonderful and intense love can be," Tahna said with a sniffle. Comforted by her big sister's embrace, the wall of emotion that had seemed ready to overwhelm her simply dissipated. Tia's magic pendant probably helped. But even knowing that, the warrior monk knew there was more to it. Long before Tia had acquired the enchanted item, Tahna had always felt loved in her big sister's arms.

After a bit, their attention turned to Mindal and Reison and their music.

Reison sang and played on the chorus of several tunes, and a few times, Mindal paused to show him the finger positions, talking as much to the crowd as to him. The audience ate it up. He wasn't as practiced as she was by any means, but each time they played he got better, their voices harmonizing together.

By the time they'd finished their set, Tahna was composed and cheerfully clapping with the others. Reison and Mindal took a bathroom break, chatted with some of the customers, and were persuaded to play another round of songs, taking suggestions from the crowd.

Having fun, the two musicians were easily convinced to keep playing until past midnight. Twice during set breaks, Mindal used her bardic magic to ease the ache of his unpracticed fingers. Yet even with the healing, Reison found his voice getting tired and his fingers becoming sore once again.

Returning to the table, the four had a late dessert, and as the town criers outside the inn called out the second bell after midnight, they retired upstairs to their shared bed for cuddling and spooning.

* * * * *

Tia woke feeling strong arms around her, light kisses feathering against her forehead and cheeks. Blinking her eyes open, she looked at her husband, seeing his wide smile and his gorgeous blue eyes. He was so pretty! Seeing him look at her with desire in his eyes, happiness filled her heart. She wanted to hold him tight with her body, draw him in, and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Leaning up, she reached for him, and Reison obliged her. As their lips met, tongues explored and their mouths tasted each other. Sighing into her kiss, she gave herself over to her growing interest. The heat in her belly grew. Inhaling his male scent, Tia felt blood filling her lower lips, then blinked as they parted wetly. His mouth moved along her jaw and a shiver crashed through her body.

Waking up in his arms had been an unexpected delight. Partway through his kiss, she noticed the scent of a woman's arousal on his face. When they broke for air, Tia glanced around him and noticed Mindal's sedate form wrapped in one of the comforters and Tahna missing.

"Is that Tahna I smell on your face? Are you going to make love to me? And do you need the regenerate spell?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, it's Tahna. You can tell? And you can spell me if you like. I had planned on cuddling with you and kissing you, then eating you to many gushy orgasms until you can't stand it. Then I planned to make love to you and fill you up. That was my plan, anyway," he said with a grin.

"You've already been busy this morning." A statement, not a question.

He blushed a bit, which Tia found incredibly cute.

"I can't get jealous of my sisters because I love them dearly. And, it's oddly comforting knowing that you took care of her and now are planning on taking care of me. All right. Let me run to the bathroom first, and when I return, I'll spell you, and we can work on your farming skills."

He looked puzzled as she extracted herself from his arms. "Farming skills?"

"Yes. You digging into my furrow with your seed stick and planting it deep inside me."

Blushing, he shook his head. When she left, he got out of bed and poured some water into the wash basin, wiping down his face. He knew Tia loved Tahna, and she hadn't objected to her sister's smell. And all three were open about seeing their sister having sex with him. Reison realized she was probably being polite, like ignoring morning breath because you love and want the person so much it never catches your attention they could stand brushing their teeth. All that matters is loving the person in your arms.

As Tia scurried across the suite, she saw Tahna on the floor on her back, cushion under her butt and her legs pulled back behind her elbows. Her puffy lips still glistened, and the black hair of her pussy was ringed with small white globs of semen.

Dashing to the bathroom, she quickly parked on the toilet. Sighing with the release of her bladder, she thought about what she'd just seen, her sister trying so hard to keep his sperm inside her womb as long as possible to increase the chance of becoming pregnant.

All three of us pregnant at the same time? Tia thought. Yes, it'll be great to share that with my sisters. But what if we all go into labor at the same time? I'll have to see to it we have someone to help. That's why Mother and Dad's other wives didn't get pregnant at the same time, so his other wives could help with the birthing. I'm the oldest, and Mother is going to ask me, what in tarnation I was thinking! Can't be helped. It's our family, not theirs. This is what we're doing and that's that!

When she was finished with her own business, Tia washed her hands, then rinsed and brushed her teeth. Next, she cleaned her own nether region. Even with the break, the previous night's spell took effect, filling her groin with a growing heat and aching need. Learning over, she could see the pink flesh of her pussy; her lower lips open, thick, wet, and ready. Thinking of him thrusting into and filling her sister resulted in an achy twinge deep in her groin.

Tia gathered a few hand towels, dampened one, and also grabbed a pair of larger ones.

Back in the living room, she stopped next to her sister. Setting the wet one onto a nearby end table, Tia placed one of the larger towels under Tahna's slim bottom. "For when you're ready to sit up again," she explained.

Tahna gave her a heartfelt smile. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. And Tahna? Good luck! You will be a great mom!"

Looking up, the monk replied, "I hope I'm half as good as I know you will be."

"You're my sister. You will do fine, Tahna. We will have each other to rely on."

Back in the bedroom, Tia laid out the larger towel, shucked her nightgown and crawled back into bed, eagerly scooting into his arms. Chanting quietly, she cast regenerate moderate wounds on him.

As he drew her close, she asked, "Do you want to try priming the bull spell?"

"I believe you used the word copious." Leaning in close, he kissed her gently on the lips. One hand drifted down between her legs.

Tia automatically spread her legs, giving him access to her swollen lower lips. "I did. I've heard it said it's like not having had sex in a year. The male comes a lot, and gets hard almost instantly, ready to have sex again."

His fingers traced the outline of her labia, and she shivered, opening her legs wider to encourage him.

"Tahna was flowing like this, too. Even before I touched her. You're really wet, Tia." He slipped two fingers in, exploring her entrance.

Tia arched, gasping.

"Do you think I should take the spell?" he asked.

It's up to . . . ooh, that feels good. It's up to you, my love."

"And we're not using the fertility spell on me because it's a much larger chance to have twins or triplets, right?" He slid the two fingers in deeper.

"Yes," she whimpered. Panting, her hips writhed under his ministrations. "I'm already primed, my love. Decide yea or nay now. In a few moments, you need to be inside me."

When his thumb grazed her hardening clit, Tia almost exploded, crying out. He nibbled her neck, and she bared it to him, moaning. Her hand reached down and found his hard shaft. She stroked it slowly, pausing here and there when his fingers distracted her.

"I'm going crazy here, Reison."

After several seconds of his fingers exploring her leaking crevice, he said, "Okay, we'll try it, Tia."

Squeezing her eyes shut, then opening them, Tia tried to focus, then had to grab his moving hand. "Stop a moment, Reison! I'm not a Tantric mage. I have no idea what will happen if I start to come when I'm casting a spell."

"I'm distracting you?"

"Oh, goddess, yes!" Closing her eyes again, she nodded, still stroking him. "In a good way, my love. I almost came for you."

"Making more semen is a good thing, right? It'll help you get pregnant?"

She nodded.

"And you really want a baby?"

Pursing her lips, Tia reached over and caressed his face. She closed her eyes and took a breath, deliberately trying to calm the inferno in her belly that threatened to sear away all thought. "Yes, I want your baby, Reison."

He kissed her gently. "My sweet wife."

Tia spread her legs further apart, tugging gently on his hard cock. "See how wet my pussy is? Put it inside me, and I will love your cock with my body. And I promise to come for you. Actually, I'm so ready, not coming might be impossible."

He chuckled, then kissed her. "All right, Tia. I want to give you what you want. Prime the bull. Go ahead and spell me."

The priestess blinked, then grinned. "As you wish. I hope that you understand that even after you've bred me, I will still want you to make love to me."

"Having experienced the wonders of your body, that was never in question, Tia."

The sincerity of his promise added heat to her already smoldering core. He moved over her, holding himself up. Clutching her holy symbol with one hand, and moving down his shaft to cup his balls, she cast the magic.

As the necromantic enchantment settled over him, he briefly closed his eyes. His smile faded, and then his eyes opened, his intense gaze upon her. Then she glanced down as she felt his shaft noticeably thicken, the tip oozing pre-cum.

When he growled, her eyes widened, and before she knew it, he lunged forward, thrusting hard, shoving deep, deeper, deeper still. His strong hands gripped her arms tightly, pinning them. Hips bucking, grunting with the effort, he pressed even harder into her core.

Tia cried out as his fat crown splayed her open, her tender sheath stretched unbelievably tight by his engorged cock. Wider than it had ever been stretched before.

As soon as he was fully embedded within her slick folds, Reison began a vigorous, almost frantic pumping. Almost immediately, he was panting, his hips slapping into her groin as he shoved harder and harder into her.

Overwhelmed by his heated bar of flesh moving within her loins, she looked up. There was determination, but his eyes were unfocused. Sensations thundered through her pussy, demanding her attention.

The grip on her arms tightened further, but it was his knob repeatedly pushing against the closed gateway to her womb, causing her to whimper in painful ecstasy. He was taking her, giving her a hard and thorough fucking.

The rapid friction and the mix of pain and pleasure coiled deep in her center. Then he growled again, and dropping his weight onto her, slipped deeper still. He shoved and bucked, pushing himself as deep as he could reach, as if he were trying to pry open her womb by force. She felt his shaft and crown enlarge, and knowing what that meant, she tensed. Semen jetted out in a thick, tangible spray just as his teeth grabbed her shoulder and bit down.

Tia shrieked.

A second spray shot forth, and forced much of the first gooey ejaculate outward, coating her walls and his cock in sperm. She even felt his balls twitching against her sensitive lower butt cheeks. A third, fourth, and fifth ropes of semen hosed into her core. Pleasure and pain collided and her world exploded. Her arms still trapped in the grip of his hands, she cried out again as her tender walls throbbed around his pulsing length.

He thrust again, pressing his spewing cock painfully against her convulsing womb. Pleasure and pain warred. Her core opened and her inner mouth hungrily drank in his sticky seed.

As the reverberations within her loins faded, they both lay there, panting heavily, both intensely aware of his hard shaft still buried inside her tightly stretched sheath. Her thighs and butt were soaked by her juices and his sperm. It has been an intense, almost brutal experience, and thankfully short. Her cervix began to ache.

With her heart rate returning to normal, it was getting harder to draw a full breath, so Tia squeezed his hips with her legs. Her still-pinned arms felt as tender as her pussy. "Reison? Are you okay?"

Without a word, he lifted up and released her arms. Rubbing them, she expected him to pull out. Instead, he grabbed her legs and set them onto his shoulders.

"What are you--? Ohhhh."

Still erect, he began moving again within her fat, oozing folds. Propping himself up on his arms, he began long-stroking her, nearly pulling out before dropping down into her splayed lips and spearing into her center. The knob of his cock worked to excavate nearly all the sperm he'd filled her with. Her pussy stretched, easing the pounding against her already battered inner gate. The firm ridge of his crown stroked against that spongy area just behind her pubic bone, sending waves of stimulation into her core. Then he slammed down, embedding himself to the hilt.

Tia held onto him and moaned on the out-stroke, then gasped with each hard descent into her depths while his hips slapped onto her mound. Her loins drew up for another release. "Oh, goddess!"

Tighter and tighter. His thick member spearing again and again into her core.

Then he dropped down once more, shoving into her, grinding her clit between them as he swelled inside her again. Again, she felt his balls twitch and the surprising strength of his ejaculations spraying against the entrance of her womb. The squishy wet sounds as he worked himself deeper, forcing some of the semen to leak out of her overfilled tunnel.

This time Tia didn't find release, the entrance to her womb being too bruised. Still, feeling his hot, sticky sperm coating the length of her pussy felt really good. She moaned in approval.

Even before he finished pulsing within her sanctum, he moved his hands. Pushing her legs apart, he put his hands to the back of her knees. Splaying her wide open, this forced her back to arch and lift her swollen, leaking vulva more directly underneath him.

He was still hard.

"Reison?"

Still not as fierce as the first one, but nonetheless firm and forceful, he resumed thrusting into her body. With the regenerate spell, coming twice should have ended the mating. This new turn of events, and the change in her husband worried her. Was this the result of mixing these two spells?

"Reison? Are you okay?"

He looked at her, but his eyes didn't connect with hers. "Female needs breeding," he muttered.

Alarmed, she reached for the second necklace, to the pendant of peace. Her other hand went to the side of his face. "Peace," she invoked, then followed it with another query. "Husband?"

His thrusting slowed. Shaking his head, he blinked, then seemed to come to himself. "Tia? What's . . . oh, by the gods your pussy feels so good! Are you close? I really need to come inside you."