Carson Evolved Ch. 04

Carson offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet. "Come here," he said softly. Gently, he guided her to the center of the bed. As he crawled towards her, she eased her legs open, wordlessly begging him to fill her. He positioned himself over her, the head of his cock applying pressure to her fully blossomed pussy lips. He looked into her eyes and quietly commanded, "Put me in."

Helena's body was fairly vibrating in excitement. The moment was finally here! Carson was going to give her his baby. She slid the large head across her lips a couple of times to lubricate it, before holding him steady as he began to apply pressure.

From that moment forward, it was as it she no longer saw the world around her. Her vision was filled with a riot of colors and disconnected images, underpinned by a deep feeling of warmth and satisfaction, and rightness. She had no idea how long Carson worked his magnificent cock in and out, only that she clung to him desperately as he did so. She locked her ankles behind him, her arms around his body holding him tight. When he laid his head on the bed next to hers, she twined a hand in his hair. There came a point when the desperation grew to be unbearable, her desire to be bred overwhelming.

Carson must have sensed it, because he moved to touch forehead to hers as he worked. At the perfect moment, when she felt she would come apart without his seed holding her down, the look on her face was frantic as she cried over and over again, "Please!" Finally, he held himself as deep he could get and unloaded into her. It was a white-hot shot that seemed to bore into her core. Her eyes closed, and she arched against him as she screamed, "Yeeeessssss!" She eventually trailed off to nothingness, even as her body continued to experience minor orgasms.

Helena felt a peaceful bliss settle over her. Her body felt disconnected somehow. Her legs remained open, though she had no desire to close them. She understood now what Elsa had tried to describe. There weren't words that could convey what had just happened. But, instinctively, she understood that she and Carson were bonded at a deep, deep level. And she couldn't be happier about it.

With all right in her world, she drifted to sleep, a smile upon her lips and hand absently stroking her abdomen. Carson smiled as well. His connection to her was still active, but he realized that neither of them needed more right now. Something in Carson's mind told him that she was already pregnant, but they had time for more in the morning. He went around and extinguished the candles, before climbing in behind Helena. They spooned through the night, and it was the most restful sleep either had had in a very long time.

The morning began with a less "controlled" version of the previous night's events, and other than breaks for refreshments, they spend the better part of five hours in bed. In crude terms, Carson fucked the shit out of Helena. And she loved it. He worked her body like a master, and she lost track of how many orgasms he gave her. Given his relatively inexhaustible supply of cum, she'd breakfasted first on a load, before he used her as she needed to be used. The connection to her needs was restored when she swallowed his cum, but she wasn't overwhelmed the way she was the first time. This time, she remained conscious of everything he was doing, enjoying it perhaps even more because she was aware of everything.

And from the number of loads he deposited in her before they departed for home, she was quite confident that she'd get confirmation that she was expecting very soon. The thought of it made her smile, just as the slippery feel of his excess deposits as she rode along made her feel deliciously naughty.

*****

By the time the Project Social came around, a new normal had definitely been established around "The L.D.," or "Lion's Den," as the women in his life now referred to the home Carson shared with his wives, his now-happily pregnant mother-in-law and matriarch, and the junior-most lioness, Elsa. Thanks to the wonders of technology, she had never had any form of chemical contraception in her body. So her getting pregnant was simply a matter of waiting until she ovulated.

Much to Carson's amusement, and Elsa's pleasure, the rest of his pride had locked the two of them in his bedroom for the better part of three days when her optimum fertility was scheduled. The morning of the Social, Elsa came skipping into kitchen and planted herself on Carson's lap before giving him an eye-opening kiss. "Good morning, Big Daddy," she said with a playful smile. Elsa was as playful as Sam, but less vulgar. Most of the time. Anyway, she'd bestowed the nickname partly as an homage to his maleness, but also as a tongue-in-cheek play at how large his family was already getting.

"Good morning, my dear," he replied. "Sleep well?"

"Great," she said. "I always sleep well here. This feels more like home than anyplace I've ever lived."

"I'm glad to hear it," he said, reaching for the plate of bacon strips. He offered her some, which she declined before stealing one when he wasn't looking.

He cocked an eye at her and said, "You think I don't know you took that? Why do you think I added more than I wanted anyway?" He leaned forward and kissed her nose. "I nose you, my dear."

"God, you are such a goof sometimes. Isn't he?" she asked, looking around at the other women, who nodded in affirmation. "You think you know me so well, but I know something you don't know."

Carson made a big show of closing his eyes as if divining the truth from the cosmos. "Ooommm. I sense, I sense, that you're pregnant."

When he opened his eyes, she was staring at him in shock. "How did you know?" she exclaimed.

"It's not really a trick. I happened to see you go into the bathroom this morning with a test, and now you're here even more bubbly than usual." In a faux-British accent, he said, "Elementary, my dear Elsa." Dropping the accent, he smiled at her and brushed her cheek with his hand. "I am so happy. You're going to be a great mother. I can't wait to meet him or her."

Freed from the despair that had been developing in her life as she searched for "the one," Elsa had become a fount of joy around their house. For the first time since they'd met, Carson saw a tear leak from her eye. She threw her arms around his neck and said, "I couldn't ask for a better man to father my children. I love you!"

Immediately, she sat back in anguish. She hadn't admitted to anyone how she felt about Carson until now.

Carson could see that she was worried. He reached out and took her hand and said, "You have nothing to be afraid of here." Then he gently lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "I love you, too."

Hearing those words caused her eyes to grow round in surprise. Then with a joyful shout, she straddled him and began kissing him. The remaining members of the pride began mockingly booing and hissing, with shouts of "Get a room!" accompanied by a wadded-up napkin or two. Eventually though, the rest of his pride gathered around Elsa to hug and congratulate her.

Strolling into the council meeting that evening at the tower, Carson felt a little nervous. It wasn't long before he realized he had little reason to be. He had much more experience in running meetings than the Director did, and the rest of the members of the council were not much better. There were two family heads that caught his attention: Alexander Cross, Sam's father, and Jozef van Heuval, the patriarch of the swamp that had birthed Jordan. Helena was there, representing her maiden lineage, the Corven line. Carson also met the matriarch of the Lund family, Elsa's grandmother, Helga.

Helga Lund was a dour looking elderly woman, and it was clear from the start that she was unhappy that Carson had interfered in her plans for her daughter. She was seated adjacent to Jozef at the large, open circular table. Occasionally, throughout the meeting, the two of them would confer in hushed tones about whatever topic was being discussed. Clearly, the two of them were in collusion to some degree, though Carson was unclear just what their goal was.

For his part, Jozef simply scowled at Carson. It came out that Jozef had lodged a formal challenge to Carson's claim to the Jayne line and accompanying seat on the council but had been overruled in the face of genetic testing results that showed he was undeniably a descendent of the original Jayne. If Carson hadn't already thought the van Heuval line was diseased, he certainly would have believed it now.

Contrary to the hostility from the van Heuval-Lund corner of the room, Alexander Cross fairly beamed at Carson. He asked to switch places with the elderly head of the Okafor family, a wizened black man whose family was apparently descended from a tribe in the part of Africa occupied by Nigeria, just so he could sit next to Carson. Helena, of course, sat adjacent to Carson on the other side.

Midway through the meeting, Alexander leaned over to Carson and quietly said, "I was ecstatic to hear of the results of our experiment."

Carson looked at him for a moment before replying, "Things worked out well, but I hope in the future you'll include me in your discussions."

Alexander had the grace to look chagrined. "Of course. We've had so many disappointments, Samantha didn't bother to tell you, in case it didn't work. It's an unfortunate outcome, but so encouraging otherwise, wouldn't you agree?"

Carson couldn't argue that. In fact, he was wondering if there were more abilities waiting to be unlocked. He leaned over and murmured, "I'm game for more experiments. There might be more to find."

The look on the older man's face was priceless. He managed to cover his excitement, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed, but he couldn't keep a small smile from his face when he replied, "Let's talk. Come for dinner this week. You need to meet the family anyway."

Carson nodded in agreement before turning his attention back to the current debate over whether a Grimaldi shipping heir should be allowed to mate with a Clemonte girl who'd just reached the age of consent. It was informative to Carson, since he didn't know most of the families or their businesses. In the end, he voted to approve all the proposed matches, simply because he thought it would probably look better than throwing up obstacles on his first day with the council.

As the meeting was wrapping up, Carson was making small talk with Helena and Alexander about the dinner arrangements when he was interrupted by a rather nondescript man.

"Excuse me, Mr. Jayne?" Turning, Carson wracked his brain for the man's name...Gabriel something...Gabriel...Pruitt! Gabriel Pruitt.

"Please, call me Carson, Mr. Pruitt," he replied. "How can I help you?"

The man looked around nervously, which Carson thought a little odd. Looking at the man, Carson was struck by how...ordinary...he looked. He thought the man looked like an accountant. Which is exactly what he turned out to be.

"Call me Gabriel. I wondered if I might have a moment of your time?"

"Of course." Turning to Helena and Alexander, he said, "I'll see you at the social?" They responded in the affirmative before making their way out of the room.

Turning back to Gabriel, he said, "What can I do for you?"

The man looked like he was trying to make up his mind about something. From the look on his face, he'd decided to proceed. Apparently, the mouse had a lion's heart. Or something. "I, uh, was hoping you might help me with a problem that I'm having."

"What kind of problem?"

Again, looking around nervously, Gabriel leaned in and softly said, "Things are not what they seem in the project these days. There are certain parties that want to change the goals of the project. They can't do it through regular means, so they're resorting to less...savory...mechanisms."

Looking at the man, Carson could see that he was troubled. But without the background, Carson really had nothing to offer. "I'm afraid I'm at a loss, Gabriel. I don't know many of the parties here, so I'm not sure what I can do."

"Actually," smiled the man, "That's exactly why I approached you. I wanted to get to you before they do."

"Who's 'they?'" asked Carson.

With a quick glance around, Gabriel quietly said, "Mostly, it's van Heuval. But he'd got something on Lund and maybe one or two others. He's trying to force peoples' hands into supporting his own goals, which are definitely not the same as Orriri's."

Carson could easily see Jozef van Heuval as an evil mastermind. He just had a look about him that rubbed Carson the wrong way. Besides, people like Jordan van Heuval didn't arise out of nothing.

"Let's cut to the chase, Gabriel. What do you need me to do?"

"This is a little awkward," he replied. "I have a daughter. She just turned 23 after graduating from nursing school." When Carson looked at him skeptically, he added somewhat sheepishly, but with a touch of pride, "She's really smart."

"Okay..." prompted Carson. Move it along man, he thought.

With a deep breath, Gabriel said, "Jozef van Heuval is threatening to boycott my accounting firm if I don't agree to a match between my daughter and his son."

Just when Carson thought he couldn't be more disgusted with the van Heuvals...

"What are you asking of me?"

"I was hoping that you might...well, I was hoping that you might be agreeable to a match with her yourself. If she's already pregnant of her own accord, then the decision is out of my hands and my business will be safe. And if it doesn't go through the council, then it doesn't need approval."

Carson considered the proposal. His immediate thought was that he'd do anything he could to thwart Jordan van Heuval or his father. But he really disliked the way that family heads seemed to be able to dictate such a personal detail as who you'd have children with for the members of their families. It just didn't sit well with him. There had to be a middle-ground.

"How about this?" he opined. "What's your daughter's name?"

"Quinn. Quinn Pruitt. I have a picture..." the man began fumbling for a phone or wallet or something, but Carson stayed him with a touch of his hand.

"Is Quinn going to be at the social this evening?" he asked. Gabriel assured him that she would. "Why don't we try and meet each other and see what happens?" When the man looked at him in confusion, he added, "I'm new to the project, and the idea of someone telling me who to have a child with still bothers me. I'm inclined to go along with your idea; I just want to hear what Quinn has to say."

Gabriel relaxed and promised to arrange an introduction. The two men shook hands and parted. Carson shook his head in frustration. Even after Helena's description of how things had been working in the project, it was still a bit of a surprise to see that after thousands of years of human society, sometimes it still came down to who carried the bigger club. It was sad to see it seep into an organization founded with the goal of improving the human condition.

Contrary to most dinner parties that Carson had attended in his life, he actually enjoyed the project social quite a bit. He could certainly see why the younger men were so eager to show off. Carson had made a couple of circuits of the room, and as far as he could tell, every woman of breeding age would be a standout in just about any other group they appeared in. He began to wonder just what traits among the women had been promoted through the years, given the relative abundance of physical beauty on display. Just as easily, he could see effect of the invisible lines of influence among the women. When one of the new, publicly announced men made a social faux-pas that indicated boorishness or other undesirable behavior, he carried that stink with him for the rest of the night. More than one young hopeful went home alone for lack of manners. That amused Carson, since he felt pretty much the same way as the women about their behavior. But he was perhaps more amused when observing the effect his lionesses and their rings had on the crowd.

He chuckled to himself when he watched as one of the women carrying his child was approached by some hopeful, only to be told that she was a lioness of the Jayne pride. The women had apparently decided that this would be their standard line. So far, the line and rings were accomplishing their jobs.

The party had reached that apex point when things have gone well, but the crowd begins to wonder if it's time to depart. Carson was chatting with a guy he'd had some dealings with through the law firm. At the time they'd met, neither had been a member of the project, and they commiserated over the difficulties in adjusting to their new lives and outlooks.

They parted after exchanging contact information again, and Carson turned to see Gabriel Pruitt approaching with a lovely young woman that he assumed was Quinn. Carson was taken aback and was saved from making a huge fool of himself when Mara slid her arm through his. It broke his trance and allowed him to hear as Gabriel made his introductions.

"Good evening, Mr. Jayne," said Quinn with a husky voice that went straight to his groin. Red heads and smoky voices—those were his two major weaknesses in women. And generous bosoms. And flirty attitudes. And...well, he did enjoy women in all forms.

"Please, call me Carson," he replied with a smile. He shook her hand and turned to Mara. "Allow me to introduce one of my wives, Mara."

Mara stepped forward and hugged the younger woman. "It's so good to finally meet you, Quinn."

Stepping back, she could see a look of confusion on the other woman's face. "We have a mutual friend, Serena Coughlin? She was bragging to me about what a heartbreaker you were going to be when you became active in the program."

With a glance at her husband, she smiled and said, "From the look on Carson's face, she understated things a bit." She punctuated her comment with a not-so-gentle elbow in the ribs.

Carson grunted and looked at her in feigned indignation before turning back to Quinn. "Your father was telling me a little about the troubles you've been having, and the solution he has in mind." He was watching her face to try and glean what her feelings about the situation might be. Carson smiled and said, "He offered to show me a picture of you, but I stopped him. I'm glad I did, because I can't imagine it doing justice to the lovely woman standing before me now. I especially love your hair. It showcases the delicate curve of your neck. Very becoming."

Two women in the group grinned in appreciation of his comment. Mara knew his charming approach might sound corny, but he was so earnest in his delivery that the recipient couldn't help but take his comment to heart. Quinn, on the other hand, was impressed with his smooth, confident delivery. She'd only just finished school recently, and her experience with the young men there had not given her a great picture of the males of her species.

She blushed at his compliment, absently smoothing her hair. She'd kept it long for years, but had recently chosen to sacrifice her long, dark curls to an organization that made wigs for cancer patients. She was still getting used to her new, shorter style, which she thought made her look rather boyish.

"Thank you," she replied.

Carson really was impressed with Quinn. She was physically smaller than the other women in his life, both shorter and more petite. But she still possessed a woman's body. The hair he so admired was a dark, dark brown, bordering on black, which she wore in a short pixie cut with a side part. Her eyes were also dark brown; it was a striking combination, given that her complexion was a little on the pale side. She had an understated chin and a little button nose. She was the kind of woman that would always look younger than she was, but also had a look in her eyes that belied a seriousness that could be missed if you weren't looking for it.