Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereHaving worked so hard to bring Steven into the world, Mindal was sure this small child was the most amazing boy ever! Frowning, she grudgingly admitted that - maybe, in a few years, she might even consider having another child because Reison was so kissable and his cock felt so good when it was inside her. Especially when he was making her come. But right now everything down below hurt too fucking much.
"Isn't Chanli a girl's name? It sounds like it should be a girl's name." Reison asked, concerned about saddling his son with a future point of embarrassment.
"Chanli means one who is a gift, and it's a name given to both boys and girls," Tia explained to him.
Like Barbara, Colin, and John before him, infant Steve received a magical diaper. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Jane Meadows asked how the diapers worked. It was explained that they converted the baby's waste into talcum powder, and the urine was changed to clean air. Remembering all the diapers she'd gone through over the years, she shook her head at seeing them.
After a pleasant visit, the Landers women returned to New Brittany, happy with their four grandchildren and their daughters and son-in-law. And, again, as he had with the other two births, Mikel Landers blessed the new mother and child before departing.
Tia, Tahna, and Mindal worked to synchronize feeding times as much as they could. Babies sometimes cooperated, and sometimes they didn't.
Tia and Mindal, with their recently enlarged breasts, produced enough milk for their child. Tahna, however, regularly ran short. Her two sisters stepped in, allowing the boys to slake their hunger with what remained. As the days passed, there was concern that there would not be enough milk to sate Colin and John.
Tia reassured Tahna, saying, "Don't worry, Tahna. We will soon make more milk to match the demand. Just give it a couple of days."
And, as Tia predicted, there was enough milk between the three of them to feed four hungry babies.
During feedings, Reison happily helped burp his children; it only took once to forget to put a towel on the shoulder - and then he gently rocked them to sleep, often to a song. All three women were delighted with Reison's reaction to his new family. Whenever he held any particular child, he talked to the baby and assured the child of his love, at times rocking them gently while humming or singing.
To Tia's and Tahna's delight and Mindal's horror, the song the delighted new daddy frequently picked to hum or sing was Tickle My Toes.
# # #
- COMMENTS
TJSkywindover 1 year agoAuthorI have a binder with about 3 inches of adventures that I'm just starting to touch. I'll get to them as I am able. Because of health issues, I had to stop gaming earlier this year. My energy levels are much better (though I still tire pretty quickly during outings), and I'm hoping I can resume gaming this coming year. Both my players deserve a resolution; while Reison and his family (including a new player who runs the brave General Helmcleaver) are alive and doing quite well; the general is years away from joining the Whisper Wind household as a loyal retainer. The plan is to get there eventually.
The player who originated Reison has another character in another country running a gnome adventurer, Fezwig Willowgood; he has a gnome girlfriend (the GF has memories of her previous life as a silver dragon because she was; a druid discovered her body and used the spell reincarnation). The gnome and his buddy, the leader of the adjacent Black Mountain dwarves, were having adventures and I left them in sort of a cliffhanger. They had successfully sieged and conquered a fort of soldiers masquerading as bandits who were raiding towns in neighboring territories for slave labor to work in their mines. Typical villain stuff. They were preparing to liberate one of the mines when I found myself unable to play any longer. I may or may not get permission to chronicle their tales; besides, I need to write more for the other series that I haven't updated in a while.
Dreamdog519over 1 year agoWonderful story I hope you have more of this story! If not still it was a wonderful experience. I hope you get over your health issues!
beach_bouyover 1 year agoNot sure why I haven't commented before, but what a great job. The story holds with and without all the sex scenes. I thought the part with the Goddesses visiting NOLA in 1918 was wonderful. Them riding in a limo while they could have transported there instantly really developed the plot line. And I loved the fact that they were discussing the Moody Blues both pre and post the members change. I guess Gods and Goddesses are interested in the same things we are.
Anonymousover 1 year agoTwo fantastic adds to your work.
I was sorry to hear of your ordeals and am happy that you are overcoming things, again. These two chapters, so close together, were wonderful.
Thank you.
Jim
Anonymousover 1 year agobhojo
The priestesses were sold into slavery, and sadly some have met their end. The two priests and two monks have gone after those still alive and will attempt to rescue them. Expect news in the next installment.
As for the dragon, the ruler of the wood elves has an artifact called the Orb of Dragonkind, and he used it to try and enslave the dragon. There is a conversation between Frínulas, Morgan, and Charmain, and the Sword Master said that wood elf ruler has lost control of the dragon, meaning the dragon controls him instead. Another bit was the revelation that he was involved in the murder of the previous ruler, Princess Taluveae. With the elf king beguiled, expect the anti-human bias to increase because forest dragons are evil and love sowing dissent. Meanwhile, also expect those who are poorer to begin disappearing because a dragon needs to eat and wood elves are tasty and go with ketchup. Well, not so much the last one.
More errors than I expected got through, and WTF was that incomplete sentence? But if you enjoyed the tale, that's what matters.
Slainté, writing from my Kindle. TJSkywind
