Font of Fertility Ch. 25

"You got involved with someone else's Prime though," Lauren guessed.

Anna smiled, glancing at Lauren again. "Shrewd," she said softly. "Twice, actually. Though they're both gone now."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It's the way of things," Anna sighed. "But, despite the newness of this, Yaroslav does not own me or my body, and he has never tried to. He is a romantic, but not a jealous man. That might actually be one of the things that frustrates me about him. So no, I do not believe he would care one way or another if I gave myself to you sexually."

Lauren must have felt how uncomfortable I was with how this was being talked about because she squeezed my hand softly. "Then I think we'll accept your offer," she said.

Anna's serious stare broke with a smile. "I am happy that you'll accept me as adequate reparation," she said. "And... I'm looking forward to it, too. The two of you are fresh to this world, and that brings something of a beauty with it that is all its own. Would you like to share me?"

"Actually," Lauren said, following our plan. "While I want a raincheck on that, I was thinking that this might be a good time to offer one of your up-and-coming reporters an exclusive interview. It would give me a chance to correct some things in the first article, and maybe give some insight to your readers on what Jerry is like and what he's planning, while you and him get on with each other."

This raised Anna's eyebrows. "I- Are you sure?" she asked. "After the first article, I didn't think you would be open to something like that."

"I think you've got a lot of surprises coming to you over the next few decades," I said. "Hell, the next few months. If this goes well, we might open up another interview with someone else in my inner circle."

"Would that, perhaps, be Annalise Stoker?" Anna asked.

"She's out of bounds for now," Lauren warned. "Her story is hard, and she'll only tell it when she's ready."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to suggest that I wanted to poke at what must be still-open wounds," Anna said. "I was just curious since she's a descendant of mine."

That one set Lauren and I back a bit. "She is?" I asked.

"Yes," Anna nodded. "Eleventh generation, I believe. Too many 'Greats' to bother listing. I keep loose tabs on my bloodlines. Very loose. I've found that trying to maintain contact with anyone past Grandchildren becomes... messy. Even then, with the modern world, I may need to reel that back."

"How many?" Lauren asked.

"Children?" Anna asked. "Fourteen over the years. A little over half by Yaro, the other half by various lovers."

"Wait, is Annalise from Yaro?" I asked.

"No," Anna said. "Her line comes from a simple fisherman I fell in love with. I was in a fight with Yaro for several decades and settled down with the man on a cosy little stretch of the North Sea. We had two children together, whom I raised, and their children dispersed south. It was Annalise's mother, by the way, that would have been of my blood. Not George Stoker."

"Then I'm sorry," I said. "About what happened to her, and that I haven't brought Stoker to proper justice yet."

Anna smiled sadly. "If I let myself care that deeply about all of my bloodlines, I would have gone mad ages ago. It's something that each of us, Seats and Primes, need to deal with separately. The passage of time, and detachment. Annalise's mother was so far down the line from me that news of her death was simply one more negative news item for the day, and a statistic for my records. She had daughters, and did as well as she could for them. That is the best I can hope for." Anna took a deep breath and then shook her head slightly, and I could tell she was fibbing a little. Spending time thinking about it made her care more than she wanted. "So, you're sure about this interview?"

"Find me the right reporter who deserves it, and who won't try to press if I say 'no comment,' and I'm in. Then you two can get to the 'apologizing,'" Lauren said with a grin.

Things moved quickly - Anna went out to her assistant, calls were made, and a woman in her late twenties arrived. Anna introduced her as Kirsi, and the reporter blushed as I said hello and shook her hand. Lauren went off with Kirsi to another floor where they could find a private room for the interview - I trusted Lauren when it came to what she wanted to, or what we should, release in terms of info for the magical public. Part of that would be the first official mention of the Judgement email address that she and Lindsey had set up, which would be a sort of soft rollout to test how it would work and how busy it could get before I made a global proclamation about it.

When they were gone, Anna shut the doors of the office and went to her desk, pressing a button on a remote, and the glass walls surrounding us dimmed from darkly tinted to fully opaque. "I assume what happens next is not something you want my staff to watch," she said. "Unless you do?"

"No, Anna, I'm not an exhibitionist," I said. "And I wouldn't want to hurt how your staff see you. Or me, for that matter."

"Then should we get to it?" she asked, coming back around the desk to me in a saunter that worked her hips. She licked her red lips lightly and I could tell her breathing was speeding up a little - she was excited, or nervous, about this.

"Come here," I said, patting the couch next to me. She did, sitting demurely with her ankles crossed, and I took her hands in mine. "What sort of sex do you like?"

"We can do any-" She started.

"Ah," I said, squeezing her hands lightly. "That isn't what I asked. What sort of sex doyou want from this, Anna? That's important to me."

She closed her lips and looked at me, then flushed and looked away for the briefest moment before meeting my eyes again. Clearly, for all that she was many hundreds of years old and boasted multiple lovers through that time, she wasn't used to being asked this kind of question so bluntly. "For this, Jeremiah, I would ask... I like different kinds of sex for different things, and for this encounter I think I want you to treat me like a sexual being. Not an object, like the other Fertility seats see people. But like a willing woman, another person as interested in having a good time as you."

I smiled widely and nodded. "I'd be happy to do that," I said. "Is there anything you don't like?"

"Don't... call me names," she said. "Sweet or nasty ones. Just call me Anna."

"Gladly," I said.

"And try not to fall in love with me," she said with a little smirk. "No matter how good this is, I can't ever be part of your Harem. So please don't try to make that happen."

"I don't know what you've heard, or think you know," I said. "But any woman who joins my harem does so of their own free will, with open eyes, and only with the agreement of all the others. So, I guess what I'm saying is, don'tyou go falling in love and trying to weasel your way in, Anna."

She chuckled and smiled. "I think we can handle that," she said. "So, Jeremiah. I'm a woman with wants and needs, hungry to sample your powerful cock. What would you like me to do?"

"I want you to go change," I said. "Into something that tells me about you. Something sexy and timeless, like you."

Her brow furrowed as she smiled. "Really?" she asked.

"Of course," I chuckled. "If I'm going to fuck a woman from out of her own time, I want the full experience."

"I'm just surprised you aren't bending me over immediately," Anna said. "Youare a young man, after all. I'm sure you could be ready in a moment."

"That's the thing about having a harem, Anna," I said. "Quickies are easy, but adding in seduction makes it so much better."

Anna stood, letting go of my hands, and stepped away, glancing over her shoulder at me. She went to the racks of clothes and began running her fingers over the various garments, thinking about what to wear. There were dozens, maybe even a couple of hundred, outfits on those racks and I wondered how many of them were simple keepsakes, and how many had strong memories tied to them. She seemed to finally decide on one and stepped around behind a tall rack, disappearing from my view. I saw some movement from the rack itself as she withdrew an outfit, and then there was nothing but the soft sound of fabric being removed or put on.

When Anna stepped back around the rack and stalked towards me, my jaw dropped a little. She was wearing a fur-lined cloak decorated with strings of beads and small animal skulls, and she looked like she belonged on the set of a show about Vikings. I could only imagine how hot she would look if she got the hair and makeup done as well.

"Wow," I said.

"Sexy enough for you?" she asked with a saucy smile.

"Very," I said. The cloak hung open, showing she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. A bare strip of her skin, from neck to thighs, was visible. Her cleavage was slightly lessened since she wasn't wearing the dress to push her breasts together, but I was now getting a glimpse at the neatly trimmed wedge of black pubic hair on her mound.

"This cloak was made for the first time I sat on the throne of Novgorod, and I wore it for several ceremonies that people today would call pagan, or even evil," she said. "I wore the blood of a man once, sacrificed to the 'gods' even though I knew the power of the ceremony was being funnelled to Yaroslav and the gods our people believed in hadn't existed for many years. I've always thought of this cloak as being of a time when we were still closer to the wilds. Closer to how we were meant to live."

I stood with a grunt and went to her, taking her jaw with one hand and pulling her into a kiss. She met my lips hungrily, taking the front of my shirt in her hands as I slid my other hand inside the cloak, feeling the soft furs and the smooth warmth of her skin as I held her hip.

"Mmmf," Anna groaned into the kiss, pressing herself closer to me. She was fire under my touch, and my thoughts almost drifted to Annalise before I pulled them back to what was in front of me.

Our kiss ended and she sucked in a quick breath. "You're pretty good at that for a man who lost his virginity nought but a month ago," she said with a teasing smile.

I hadn't had anyone point it out to me before, but considering Fertility Seats ascended when they lost their virginity, I had to guess thateveryone knew exactly when that had happened because of Adama's proclamation. Which was weird as hell.

"You're pretty good for a super-great grandma," I teased her back and slid both my hands towards her tits, cupping them under the cloak still. The fur of the garment was warm and tickled the backs of my hands, but the heft of her breasts and the feel of her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers were familiar and fantastic.

"Experience is everything," she smiled. Then she shrugged her shoulders and shifted her arms, and the cloak slithered off of her body to the floor. "Fuck me, Jeremiah. Treat me like a willing slut," she said.

I kissed her again, this time letting my hands roam, and she did the same. Her breasts were magnificent; not as large as Annalise or Lindsey's, so more sitting around the size of Lauren's. She had perfect little nipples that stood out about half an inch and dark areola capping her tits, and I pulled back from the kiss with her to pick her up by her waist and bring her chest in line with my lips so I could bury my face in her cleavage and find one of those nipples with my lips.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, her hands going to my shoulders to stabilize herself and she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Mmm, you like those tits, Jeremiah?"

"Love 'em," I mumbled, sucking hard on one nipple and then swapping to the other.

"Fuck," she groaned again and raised one hand to run it through my hair once she felt confident in her balance.

I let her down slowly, and she met my eyes with a smile that made them sparkle. I could see her intelligence and wit in those eyes and had to remind myself Iwasn't allowed to fall for her.

"Strip me," I ordered her.

She grinned and did just that, starting with my sweater and taking her time to kiss my muscled chest and even tease my nipples a little in fair play before going to her knees in front of me and working on my belt and slacks. I'd never been a 'slacks' guy before all of this - jeans had been my go-to. But now I had multiple pairs of slacks because the girls said I looked better in them, and I wasn't exactly going to argue that point.

Anna pulled off my shoes, and then lowered my slacks, leaving me in just my briefs. "You need nicer underwear," she said with a little smirk to me. "I'll contact a brand to find you something better than these."

"Are you trying to tell me Walmart-brand briefs aren't sexy enough?" I asked with a slightly embarrassed smirk.

"Only for the last fifty years or so," Anna said with a teasing grin. Then she hooked her fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, my cock rocking up towards her lightly. I wasn't fully hard, maybe three-quarters. I could only imagine how I might have came in my shorts from what we'd been doing if this had been a month ago. Now, making out with a naked beauty didn't get my heart racing uncontrollably - it was racing, sure, but I had control. "Mmm," Anna hummed as she looked at my cock and licked her lips. "A very nice size." She glanced up at me. "Shall I?"

"Please do," I said with a smile.

Anna sucked the head of my cock between her lips, looking up at me as she did it. The suck was almost more of a kiss that lingered, and I groaned in my chest at the feeling.

"You like that, Jeremiah?" she asked with a coquettish smile.

"I do," I said, running my fingers through her silky black hair.

She went back in again, sucking a little further up my shaft, and I stiffened quickly to full hardness. Anna went to work, licking and sucking and kissing. With hundreds of years of experience, part of me thought maybe she'd have some secret skills or techniques, but the blowjob was as good as any that I'd received from the girls in my harem. She didn't hold back, wasn't shy, and knew what she was doing. And, at the appropriate moments, she looked up at me with the corners of her mouth curved into a little smile and her eyebrows raised. I pulled her head deeper against me and she swallowed my cock into her throat for a moment.

"Fuuuck," I exhaled heavily and kept her pinned with her nose to my pubic mound before letting her back off.

She coughed once and smirked at me. "You really do have a perfectly sized cock," she said.

"I've got to ask, even just in the Council chamber, have you ever had to do something with Ndia's Prime?"

She barked a laugh and shook her head. "No, thank the gods," she said. "I don't knowwhy Ndia subjects herself to that. And Ihave seen it in the real world, and it's really that big. Whenever he finishes with her I can only assume she uses magic to tighten herself again or else she must feel like a cavern for the next men to mount her." She took a long lick of my cock and smiled again. "But like I said, yours is perfectly proportioned for pleasure."

I reached down and offered her a hand up, which she took and stood. I kissed her again, my cock pressing between our stomachs as we stood close and embraced. Then I took charge and spun her around, my cock now pressed to her back as she gasped with a smile and looked over her shoulder at me. "Treat you like a willing slut, right?" I asked.

"Mmm, yes, please," she murmured.

I gave her a slap on the ass. Her butt wasn't overly proportioned or perfect - if anything, Stacey, Lindsey and Angie all had 'nicer' asses than hers in terms of being bountiful and firm at the same time. And Lauren's, while a similar size, was more full all around whereas Anna's was plump at the bottom only. It made me think she didn't exercise much and was just naturally this way.

Still, the spank made her ass jiggle a little and she cooed into a hum. "From behind then?"

"Bend over, Anna," I said. She followed my direction and I slipped a hand down her front, over her soft stomach and through the wide wedge of her black bush to glide my fingers over her pussy. "How horny are you for this?" I asked.

"Mmm, quite," she admitted.

"How did you imagine me taking you the first time?"

"Bent over like this, but at my desk," she panted. She was wet, and I circled my fingers around her pussy as I spread it around and teased her.

"Forcefully?"

"Sometimes," she said. "Other times sweet, with Lauren bent over next to me."

"Are you disappointed she didn't stay for this?"

She glanced over her shoulder at me, a little flushed. "Maybe."

I scooped my hips a little to get my cock down into position, using my fingers to get myself in place. "We can fix that next time," I said.

"Uuuungh, yes please," she moaned as I slid inside of her. Anna had everything I would want in a pussy, but it was her moans that really did it for me. We fucked wordlessly, but her moans and grunts echoed through the office as we thrust at each other. She was bent forward at first and reached back with one hand to hold my arm - one of the mirrors was positioned so that I could see us in it, and her tits looked fantastic as they bounced back and forth with each stroke.

I took her arm that was reached back and had her reach further, her torso turning until she was grabbing my opposite arm and reaching back across my torso to do it. This brought her chest almost perpendicular to mine as she looked up at me, and I lifted her leg to bring it up against my shoulder. In this position she was braced on one foot and couldn't really fuck back at me, but she was spread wonderfully for deep thrusts and I had a great view of every part of her. Her ass, tight and bouncing with each thrust, on one side. Her tits, ready for me to fondle and pinch and grab ahead of me. Her pussy, when I leaned back, ready to get my thumb teasing her clit on the other.

I did all of that and more. She willingly contorted herself, leaning up towards me to kiss me as we fucked in the slightly acrobatic position, her breath mixing with mine.

"Alright," she gasped. "You're good at this too. For a recent virgin." She grinned at me.

"You're pretty flexible for a grandmother," I countered, and she laughed.

After a few movements, mainly getting her leg over my head and onto the next shoulder, I ended up supporting her with both hands on her ass as she had both legs up in the air over my shoulders, now completely off the ground. Her hands were hooked behind my neck, trying to stay upright.

"Ooh, fucking hell," she groaned softly in between her moans.

"Are we OK to fuck on the fur?" I asked, looking down at her cloak on the floor beneath us. It wouldn't be too much effort to get over to one of the couches, but I wanted to fuck her on the cloak on the floor for some reason.Hell, throw in a crackling fireplace, too.

"Yes," she grunted.

I slowly got down to one knee and then added the other without pulling her off of me, and she leaned back until her shoulders were on the fur. Anna immediately used that leverage along with her calves against my shoulders to fuck at me, pumping her hips to ride my cock.

"God, damn," I groaned.

"You can fill me," she gasped. "Please fill me."

I could feel myself getting close and knew that she was as well. She was holding out, wanting it to be simultaneous, or as near as she could get. I fucked at her as she worked her hips at me, the clapping of her ass against my thighs filling the space.

Wee-oo-wee-oo-wee-oo!

"Fuck!" Anna grunted.

We pulled away, my cock aching for the last twenty seconds before we were going to finish, but the alarm going off in the building was ear-piercing in its tone.

"Fire alarm?" I asked.