Carson Evolved Ch. 08

"Of course he should do it," argued Sam. "If she's pregnant with Carson's baby, she's not bringing another van Heuval into the world."

"She is from a golden line," mused Helena, forgetting for the moment that Cara was in the room. Her statement only confused the woman, but she didn't feel confident in asking for clarification.

Tilda said, "Given her family name, should she be allowed to join us? I'm all for promoting Carson's line, but can we trust her?"

"You know our husband better than that," said Mila. "He's going to want to have his child around here."

"This is different than his altruism. She's married and has a home of her own," pointed out Mara. "It's probably more like with Calla, don't you think?"

"Ooo, yeah! It's definitely more like that," said Sam. "He gets her pregnant and then she stays where she is."

"Excuse me?" interrupted Cara. "Can I ask you guys a question? Well, I have a lot of questions, but can we just start with one?"

"Of course, Cara," replied Sam.

Cara hesitated, wondering just where to start. The things she'd heard this evening were really confusing, and she was having trouble keeping up. "I guess I just want to be clear on something. This Aria woman, she's married to a guy that some of you don't like?" Heads nodded. "And she wants Carson to give her a baby?" More nodding. "Are we talking about artificial insemination here, or...?"

Helena took her hand. "Cara, if she just wanted Carson's baby, she could visit the sperm bank and get it. There wouldn't have been a reason for her to talk to him. In this case, I think Carson's reputation has preceded him. I think she wants a night of passion that results in a baby, as much as she wants the baby. Does that make sense?"

Cara frowned in confusion. "I guess so. And you're all okay with that?" she asked, looking around.

Gently, Sam said, "Remember when you were wondering how we could manage to share Carson, and I told you how good he makes each of us feel? It's kind of like that. We don't get jealous, because there's no reason to be jealous. Carson is ours, no matter where his body might be. I can't give you a much better explanation than that, I'm afraid, other than to say that most of us were brought up with a different expectation of what our relationships would be like."

Cara chewed on her lip, debating whether to ask the question she really wanted to know. Finally, she decided that she had to know. Lowering her voice, she asked, "Is he...is he really that good in bed? I mean, how can one man keep all of you satisfied and sleep with other women besides?"

The girls began talking over each other extolling Carson's virtues as a lover. Finally, Helena shushed them all. Looking at Cara, she smiled and asked, "What's the most orgasms you've ever had in one night?"

From the twinkling in the eyes of the women around her, Cara thought this must be a loaded question. She thought about it and said, "I can't believe I'm talking about this, but here goes. There was this one guy back in college who tied me up and ate me out for like an hour. I had probably 4 or 5 orgasms, and then another one when we had sex. So, 6?"

Mila actually snickered out loud before she caught herself. "Sorry," she said apologetically, though her face didn't match her words.

Helena gently said, "Cara, I doubt that any of us has ever had fewer than that with Carson. If he doesn't get closer to 10 out of us, he thinks he hasn't done very good."

"What?" blurted Cara in shock. She looked around at the faces in the group, thinking they must be putting her on. "You're serious? Ten orgasms in one night?"

Smugly, Sam said, "One night? He could do it in an hour if he wanted to. He has some...unique...talents. I can't tell you more, but I'll just assure you that it's very real. Every one of us has passed out from the intensity of our orgasms with Carson. Have you ever cum so hard you passed out?"

"No," Cara admitted softly. "I didn't even know it was possible," she mumbled. She looked at Carson in wonder, which caused him to blush self-consciously.

Sam leaned over and murmured in her ear. "I told you he would fill your nights with passion like you've never known. But you know what the price is, too."

Helena took up the role of spokeswoman for the Lionesses in addressing Carson. "We think you should assist Aria in her request, but given her married status, she shouldn't join the family."

"And she won't get a ring," added Mila, earning a glare from the other members of the Pride.

"And she won't get a ring," echoed Helena.

Carson shrugged his shoulders. "Okay."

Mara was surprised at his quick acquiescence, given his propensity for stewing over a problem. "Okay?" she asked. "That's it? No questions, no commentary."

"No. I'm trying to trust you ladies more to know what's best and what will work. If you want me to do this, I'll do it."

Mara was happy with the result, but still surprised. "I never thought I'd see the day when Carson Jayne nonchalantly said, 'Okay.'" She walked over and hugged her husband before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Thank you for trusting us. We love you."

Carson smiled and said, "I love you too. I love all of you." Spying Cara, he said, "I know this is strange and different from how most families work, but it does work. And I think there's room for more if you're interested."

Cara smiled and said, "I'm going to need some time to digest all of this, but I appreciate you all letting me see this tonight. It's been...eye-opening."

Sam held out her hand. "Let me show you to one of the guest rooms and get you settled in."

That seemed to be the cue for all of the women to gather up their babies and belongings and head off to bed. The line for good night kisses moved quickly, and before he knew it, Carson found himself alone again, standing and staring out into the night, once again amazed at the life that he led.

*****

He rewarded her efforts by filling her mouth with his seed, and she hungrily sucked it down, licking her lips to remove any lingering traces. Carson had never been with a woman who could take all 9 inches of his cock down her throat, but Cara apparently could. He couldn't remember waking up, but there was no denying that the woman had skills.

Cara smiled at seeing his cock still erect and ready for action. She lay on her back, pulling his body atop hers. "I don't need any preparation. Just put it in and fuck me. But it's been a while, and I've never been with someone as big as you, so go easy on me at first, okay?"

He smiled and worked his head around her wet opening, gathering the lubrication he'd need to make his penetration. With a gentle push, he began the slow process of incrementally pushing and pulling, working himself a little deeper each time. Before long, he was balls deep in her pussy, and Cara groaned in appreciation. Working on the mental side as well as the physical, Carson had already pushed her into two orgasms before he reached full depth.

Rather than pound her into oblivion, Carson set a slower, deep rhythm, taking the time to grind her clit as he stretched her pussy around his shaft. He lay atop her, the feel of her soft breasts like pillows against his chest. She had small, pale pink nipples, matching her pale complexion. A true redhead, her pubic hair was trimmed to a small landing strip.

As he'd seen in his scan of her mind previously, Cara was a talker. Wrapping her arms around his back, her legs squeezing his hips, she held herself in as close contact as she could. Murmuring in his ear, she offered praise and encouragement as he thrust.

"...So fucking good..."

"...You're splitting me open..."

"...Never...unh...knew it could be so good..."

"...I love your big fucking cock..."

Finally, she began pleading with him. "I'm cumming again! Oh fuck, cum with me! Fill my fuckin' pussy with your cream! Push it deep and fill me up....aaaahhhyyyyyeeeessss!" Carson had no problem timing his orgasm to match hers, and he did his best to fill her pussy to overflowing before he collapsed to his side.

Cara rolled against his side, tucking her head and shoulders under his arm and laying a leg across his, reluctant to give up physical contact. "Holy fuck," she murmured. "They weren't kidding about how good you are. I've never experienced anything like that."

He smiled and said, "It'll be better next time. I usually make sure my lover has at least a half dozen orgasms, but I'm really tired and it's the middle of the night. And," he added with a smile, "I didn't even get to use my mouth on you yet."

She shivered at the thought and smiled. "It might have only been four, but they were four really, really good ones." They lay there relaxing in each other's arms for a moment. Then Cara quietly asked, "Are you really going to give me a baby?"

Carson kissed her hair and said, "If you join us, we can have as many babies as you want." He expected her to respond, but then he heard her softly breathing and realized that she'd fallen asleep in his arms. It felt good to hold her, and moments later, he joined her in slumber.

Seemingly moments later, "What the...? How the fuck did I get here?" Cara exclaimed as she scurried out of bed.

Her sudden movement and shouting startled Carson and he fell out of the other side of the bed. Scrambling to his feet, Carson blinked his eyes, trying to clear the sleep from them. "Cara? What are you doing here?" he asked in confusion.

"That's what I want to know," she said, anger and suspicion in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm as surprised as you are," he said.

Clutching her robe tightly closed, she said, "What did you do to me? Did you drug me? Why did I wake up in your bed?"

Carson couldn't keep the irritation from his voice. "I didn't drug you. I didn't even know you were there. Besides, I have half a dozen choices of women I'm in a relationship with that would gladly join me in bed; why would I need that from you?"

"All I know is, I went to bed in the guest room that Sam showed me, and then I woke up next to you in bed."

"Well, I don't have anything to do with it," he said, still trying to shake the cobwebs loose. He took a deep breath, and looking to smooth things over, he said, "Why don't you use the bathroom first, while I get dressed? There must be some sort of explanation, so we'll sort it out after we're dressed and have had breakfast. Okay?"

"Fine," she said in a huff.

Carson was really confused about what had happened, but he felt certain that there was a rational explanation. As he pulled his t-shirt over his head, though, from the bathroom he heard, "Son...of...a...bitch!" He turned around to find a furious Cara standing in the doorway, from the look on her face. She marched over to him and shoved a couple of fingers in his face.

"Does this look like you didn't do anything to me?" she asked angrily. Looking at her fingers, they were covered in globs of pearly fluid that could only be semen.

With a start, Carson looked at her. "You don't think that I...? I would never do that unless you wanted me to!"

"Uh huh," she said. "Then why is my pussy leaking cum and feeling like I got fucked by an elephant last night?"

Stammering, he said, "I don't know. I went to bed alone, and then I woke up to you yelling." Carson was more confused than ever, and as he searched his mind for any logical explanation, he began to see glimpses from his dream that night. Despite his surprise at her arrival, Cara's proximity had charged Carson's libido. He'd even briefly contemplated having Sam come down and relieve him before he went to bed, but sadly concluded that it was disrespectful to both Sam and Cara. Thus, he'd gone to bed horny and thinking of Cara.

He turned to look at her. She'd taken a seat back on the bed and sat there with her arms wrapped tightly around her body, looking a little lost. Clearing his throat, he gently said, "Cara? Can I ask you a question that might sound a little strange?"

She looked at him suspiciously but nodded.

"Did you have any dreams last night? About me, I mean?" He watched her carefully, and his suspicions were confirmed when her eyes widened in surprise.

"How could you know that?" she asked, softly.

"Because—this is going to sound crazy—I dreamed about you, too. We, uh, we had sex in my dream. I woke up with you, uh, using your mouth on me. Things just proceeded from there. But I thought it was just a dream, I swear!"

She looked at him skeptically, but he could see that she was trying to explain it away somehow. "And you don't know how I got to your bed?" He shook his head. "I'm scared, Carson. I don't know how I got to your bed either. I went to sleep in my room, and I had what I thought was just an intense dream. But it happened just the way you said. What does this mean?"

Suddenly, Carson was really wishing Sam were with them. "You and I need to talk to Sam. There's some stuff that she and I have been holding back, things we weren't sure of, but I think this is confirmation. What I'm about to say is going to sound like fantasy, make-believe stuff, but I swear that it's the truth." He paused to take a deep breath and then said, "I can read minds. And, we think that I might have some other abilities that match up with other people, women," he added quickly. "There's a possibility that me having a baby with someone with the right trait could produce something...well, 'magical' is probably the best term."

"And you think I have this trait?" she asked.

Carson nodded. "The women of your family—Sam, her mom, and now, you—you all seem to experience varying degrees of intense attraction to me. Or, technically, to someone like me, but we haven't seen it with anyone else. Truthfully, though, what I felt when I first met you was much, much stronger than it had been with either Sam or Caitlyn. I'm thinking that we are connected somehow, and what we experienced last night was an extension of that. Our subconscious selves felt that attraction and we acted on them. Does any of that make any sense?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but yeah, it makes all kinds of sense. Not the magic part of it, but everything else is exactly what I felt when I met you. When we first shook hands, it was like a shockwave through my system and I was immediately, uh, 'ready' for you." She was blushing in embarrassment.

Carson sat next to her and took her hand. "It's a surprise to both of us, but I don't think there's any reason to be embarrassed. People have always talked about 'love at first sight.' Why couldn't that be based on something a little more physical than emotional? Besides, it's not like you or I had any control over it."

He pulled her into a hug. Speaking into her hair, Carson said, "You're a beautiful woman, Cara. My only regret is that I didn't realize that it was real at the time. But now that I know, I'm going to cherish those memories."

She sat back and grinned sheepishly. "I feel the same way. What I said in my dream about you being the best I've ever had? That was the truth, by a big gap."

With the surprise of waking up in the same bed out of the way, Carson and Cara sat together, making small talk and trying to figure out what they were going to tell Sam, and Cara needed to decide what she was going to do about her husband. They agreed to meet for breakfast after dressing, and Cara headed for the door. Before she got there, though, she suddenly stopped and said, "Oh, shit!"

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

She turned around and said, "If last night really happened, then you might end up with more than memories to cherish."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's the right part of my cycle. There's a good chance that you put a baby in me after all."

Carson immediately felt sick to his stomach. "I'm sorry, Cara. I..."

Cara cut him off. "Don't be sorry. Like you said, we didn't really have any control over it. And, honestly? I'm strangely undisturbed by the idea. It may not have happened like I would have planned, but it feels right, somehow."

*****

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He was halfway to the office when he placed the call.

"Yes Sir?"

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