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By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The day was bright and clear without a cloud in the sky, the weather was warm without being hot, and there was little if any wind. Traffic was minimal at best, and this enabled Dirk to relax as he rode his Harley down the highway at 70MPH, a black duffel bag full of his clothing and gear strapped across the rear seat. Riding his bike in conditions like this was one of the things that Dirk loved most in the world, and like most bikers this was a kind of therapy for him that couldn’t be found anywhere else. Whenever life’s concerns and distractions got to be too much for him, Dirk would fire up the bike and hit the road, not going anywhere in particular but just going until either the bike needed gas or he needed food, or both.

But today was different. Dirk was travelling with a destination in mind, specifically the clubhouse of one of his MC’s charters that was in the neighboring state. They were celebrating their 10th anniversary and had planned a monster party, one that Dirk wouldn’t have missed for the world. The charter was also located in his favorite beach resort town where his favorite beach resort hotel, The Windjammer, was located, so there was no way he wasn’t going to make this party. He had already made his reservation at the hotel, although he knew he’d most likely end up spending the majority of the night at the clubhouse enjoying the party and the hospitality of the club. He’d had several invites from club members to stay at their house, but Dirk politely declined them all. As much as he loved the members of his club he always felt a little out of place when he stayed overnight with one of them, and preferred the privacy of his own hotel suite instead.

Besides, if he got lucky with one of the many girls he knew were going to be at the party, he wanted a place to go where he could be assured of privacy and comfort.

It was late in the afternoon when Dirk pulled into the parking lot of The Windjammer, having been on the road for a little more than eight hours. He was achy and tired from the ride, needing both a shower and a drink in the worst way. He pulled his bike up under the awning of the main entrance to the hotel and dropped the kickstand, his loud pipes turning every head within ear shot. He drew a few disgusted looks from some of the snootier patrons when they saw his colors and his long hair, but he truly didn’t give a shit. He was worth more than most of them on his worst day, so he really couldn’t care less about their opinion. He shut down the engine and got off, stretching for a moment before going into the hotel and checking in. He came back out with a card key for his room less than three minutes later, then got back onto his bike to move it into the parking lot. Once there he shut the bike down, locked the ignition and the forks, unstrapped the duffel bag and headed up to his room.

The room was located on the 22nd floor of the hotel and had a magnificent view of the ocean. As soon as Dirk got into the room he dropped his bag on the bed and went out onto the balcony, standing there and looking out at the ocean. He smiled as he smelled the salt air and felt the ocean breeze on his face, then closed his eyes and just listened to the sound of the waves and the water for several long moments. Then he opened his eyes and looked up and down the beach, still smiling.

This is my favorite place in the whole world!“ he said out loud to himself, his smile getting bigger. It was late in the day on Saturday so the beach was packed with tourists, but this didn’t bother him. He wasn’t there to go out on the beach this trip, he was there to party and have a good time, so the crowd of people on the beach wasn’t important. He stood there for a few moments longer, then turned and went back into the room to shower and change. He took his leather vest with his club’s colors on it off and dropped it on the bed, the rest of his clothes following. A few minutes later he was in the shower, standing under the stream of hot water and letting it wash away the achiness and the road grime from today’s ride. After his shower he unpacked, tossing his clothes into the drawers of the dresser in the room, then got dressed and headed down to the lounge to have a drink before going over to the clubhouse. He knew the party was going to be big and loud, and he wanted to have at least one drink in relative peace and quiet before he subjected himself to the noise of the party.

He walked into the dimly lit lounge and headed towards the bar, glancing around the room as he did so. It was early in the evening so the lounge wasn’t very full, with only two or three tables being occupied and less than half a dozen people sitting at the bar. As he walked up to an empty stool he noticed a group of three people, two women and a man, sitting at one of the tables. Dirk could tell that the man and one of the women, a brunette with a very cute face and a huge pair of tits, were obviously together since they were holding hands and sitting very close to each other. The man looked to be quite a bit older than the woman, maybe 20 years or so, he couldn’t be sure, but Dirk was positive that the man was at least old enough to be her father. And by the way they were acting, he knew that wasn’t it. Husband, maybe, but father- no. Not unless they were into something really kinky, that is.

The other woman, a short blonde wearing a pink two piece outfit consisting of a tight top that tied in the front and equally tight shorts, was sitting on the other side of the table from them, smiling as they talked. She looked up at him as he walked towards the bar, quickly giving him the once-over as she continued talking to her friends. Then she smiled at him, pausing for a moment in her conversation, before turning back to her friends and continuing the conversation. Dirk continued on to the bar and sat down at a vacant stool, ordering a shot of Blanton’s straight up when the bartender came over to him.

Very good, sir!” the bartender said, acknowledging Dirk’s taste in bourbon. A few moments later he brought the drink over and set it on the bar in front of him, and Dirk picked it up to take a sip. He eyed the blonde woman in the mirror behind the bar as he did so, taking his time and looking her over good. She was small, around five foot nothing Dirk would have guessed, with long blonde hair down to the middle of her back. She had a cute face with angular features to her cheeks and nose, with slightly almond shaped eyes that fit her face perfectly. Her teeth were white and straight, accompanied by lips that were full and apparently very soft. They weren’t full enough to be called dick sucking lips but they were close damned close.

‘Man, I wonder what it would feel like to have those lips wrapped around my dick!’ Dirk thought to himself as he looked down to his drink to take another sip. He didn’t see the brunette look up at him sharply just as he had this thought, a look of mild surprise flashing across her face for a moment before she broke out in a smile, turning her attention back to her friends. Dirk also didn’t see the brunette reach out and touch the blonde’s hand as she spoke, her words causing the blonde to glance over at him before she, too, broke out into a smile.

When they all got up to leave Dirk noticed that the blonde had a stout, firm, and slightly muscular body. Her stomach was flat and her waistline slightly tapered, with shapely legs and a firm, rounded ass that flexed when she walked. And on top of all that was a large, firm bust line that sat high on her chest, the twin globes bouncing and jiggling inside her tight top as she walked. She glanced over at him and smiled again as she walked away, the three of them walking out of the door and out of sight. Dirk turned and enjoyed the sight of her ass flexing inside of the equally snug shorts she was wearing, and he couldn’t help but wonder how those globes of flesh would feel in his hands. Dirk turned back to his drink, smiling to himself as he took a sip.

Half an hour later Dirk was on his bike and headed out to the clubhouse for the party, and just as he expected there was a very large crowd of bikes and people already there. He parked his bike in front of the clubhouse with the others, not bothering to lock it knowing that the prospects who were positioned around the parking area would keep an eye on it. Watching the bikes of full patch members was part of their job as prospects, and to lock your bike while at the clubhouse with the prospects there was considered disrespectful to the host club. Besides, the prospects knew they’d get their butts kicked if they let anything happen to the bike of a full patch ..

When he got inside, he saw that the party was already in full swing. He walked over to the packed bar, exchanging greetings, hugs and handshakes with at least half a dozen other club members along the way. The club was hosting an open bar as usual, and Dirk was sure that by the time the party was over the grounds and the clubhouse would be littered with empty beer cans, discarded solo cups, and drunken bikers, all passed out and lying wherever they had fallen. Dirk didn’t plan to be one of them, so he took it easy on the beer. There was a time in his life when he’d be the first one to pass out drunk, but those days were long over. Hangovers hurt a lot more than they used to, so he avoided them whenever he could by staying mostly sober. Weed was his intoxicant of choice these days, and there was just as much of that to be had as there was beer and hard alcohol.

One of his close brothers fixed him up with a couple of the biggest, fattest doobies Dirk had ever seen, and after he had made the rounds of the clubhouse, which took about an hour he sat down at a table in a corner of the clubhouse to relax, enjoy his beer and his weed, and watch the party unfold in front of him. Two beers and half of the doobie later, Dirk was feeling pretty good, enjoying sitting at the small table and watching the goings-on in the clubhouse. Party parties were always loud, raucous, and entertaining, and tonight’s party was no different.

He put the joint to his lips to take another hit but stopped his hand in mid-air when he saw the petite blonde from the hotel bar walk into the room. Instead of the tight shirt and shorts she was wearing at the hotel, she was now wearing faded jeans tucked into black leather boots that came halfway up her calves, a tight white V-neck shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage, and a denim jacket that was just as faded as the jeans she wore. She turned heads as she made her way through the crowd to the bar, stopping to talk to several people along the way. As she was talking to one of them, she turned in Dirk’s direction, and a smile crossed her face when she saw him sitting at his table. She finally made her way over to the bar and got a beer, then made a beeline for Dirk’s table.

 "Mind if I sit down?“ she said, smiling down at him, her deep blue eyes sparkling.

"Please do,” Dirk said, motioning to the empty chair across from him. She put her beard down on the table and then sat down, leaning forward onto her elbows as she crossed her forearms on the table in front of her.

“I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” she said, smiling at him. “My name’s Amy, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Amy. I’m Dirk. What made you think I’d be here?” he asked, taking a swig from his beer.

“Your colors,” she said, referring to his leather vest with his MC patches on them. “I saw them when you sat down at the hotel bar earlier, and I had a feeling that you were in town for the party,” she replied, still smiling at him.

“You seem to know a lot of people here,” he said, taking a drink from his beer. “Are you somebody’s old lady?” he asked. If he was going to make a move on this highly attractive and very sexy woman, he needed to know if she was the wife or girlfriend of a club brother. To move on another man’s woman is a cardinal sin in the MC world, and he had no desire to get involved in that.

“No, I’m not, and I’m not a sweet butt either,” she said, sitting back and taking a drink from her beer. A sweet butt was a woman who lived at the clubhouse, kept the place clean, and serviced the club members whenever they wanted it.

“I have my own place over on Vincent Lane about 20 minutes from here, so I don’t live at the clubhouse. I’m more of a house mouse, actually, I help the club out with some of their administrative functions and help organize fundraisers and things like that, but I’m not looking for a partner or an old man. I actually helped organize this party, I’ll have you know,” she said, looking around briefly and gesturing with the beer in her hand as she did.

“From what I can see, you did a good job,” Dirk replied, smiling at her for the first time.

“So if you’re not somebody’s old lady or a sweet butt, how did you get involved with the MC to begin with?” he asked, genuinely curious. She looked down for a moment before replying, a solemn look on her face, before she looked back up at him and replied.

“I was the old lady of the founding sergeant at arms, Papa Bear. He was killed in an accident about a year after the charter was granted, and the way the club treated me when that happened was just,..” she stopped for a moment, a small smile creeping onto her face and her eyes tearing up just a bit.

“They showed me so much love and compassion, I knew I’d found a home here and would never leave it. So I haven’t. I’m not looking for another old man or another club member to hook up with, and everyone knows that, so they leave me alone. They all watch out for me like a band of big brothers, and I appreciate that,” she said, her smile returning.

“The brotherhood of an MC is something that you have to experience to really understand,” Dirk said, nodding at her. “Being the MC was one of the best things I ever did, and I love it,” he said, taking a drink from his beer before continuing. So why were you hoping I’d be here tonight, may I ask?“

"Because you make me tingle in all the right places,” she replied, looking into his eyes. “When I saw you at the bar earlier tonight, the tingling began immediately, and by the time I left it was so intense I could hardly stand it. I was so wet I was surprised I didn’t squish when I walked.”

Her eyes were bright and shining as she looked at him, a big smile on her face.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you, Amy?” Dirk asked, smiling back at her.

“Yes, I am,” she replied, nodding her head. Life is too short to waste time fucking around, you know? Unless you’re actually fucking, that is.“ She was absolutely grinning by now.

"So are you tingling now?” Dirk asked.

Let the games begin, he thought to himself.

“Absolutely, Amy replied, giving him a big smile as she replied, without missing a beat. "And my panties are absolutely soaked,” she picked her beer up and took another drink before putting it back on the table and speaking again. “You know, Dirk, if you play your cards right and I think you will, not only will you find out how my ass feels in your hands, you’ll also find out what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around your hard dick!”

Dirk’s mouth fell open, a look of utter surprise on his face. She laughed at his reaction to what she had just said, and the surprise was evident in his voice when he finally spoke.

“How the fuck did you know that?” he said, incredulously. “What are you, psychic or something?”

 "No, but my friend Sherry is.“ Amy replied, still grinning. "She’s the woman who I was with at the hotel bar, and the man was Rob, her husband. Rob is a lieutenant with the local police department, and I’ve known Sherry since high school. She’s always been a little bit psychic, and when she picked up on what you were thinking in the bar, she told me about it.”

“Okay, I’m officially freaked out.” Rob said, picking up the joint and taking a hit.

Amy held her hand out with the palm up and wiggled her fingers at him, so he passed the joint to her. She put it to her lips and took a big hit, holding the smoke in for a moment, before blowing it out and passing the joint back to him.

“Most people are,” she said, following the hit on the joint with a drink from her beer. “Freaked me right the fuck out too, the first time Sherry told me something that I was thinking. I don’t know how Rob handles it on a daily basis, I really don’t.”

She put the beer down and leaned on the table again, crossing her forearms as she had before and creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire. A slightly evil smile crossed her face as she spoke again.

“So do you want to find out or not, Dirk?” she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes smoldering.

“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, returning her smile. “That, and a whole lot more, I hope,” he said.

“I think you can count on that.” Amy replied, grinning at him.

“My hotel?” Dirk said, and Amy shook her head.

“Let’s go to my place,” she said. “When I fuck you, I want it to be in my own bed, not in a hotel.”

“I’m guessing you live alone?” Dirk asked, just to be sure.

“Not even a cat,” she said, giving him a big smile.

“Works for me,” Dirk said, picking up his beer and draining it.

He took one last hit from the joint before dropping it to the floor and crushing it under his boot.

“Where do you live?”

“102, Vincent Lane, about 20 minutes from here,” she replied, draining her own beer and putting the empty bottle on the table. “You gonna let me be your back warmer on the ride over there,” she asked.

“Only if you promise to press those big tits against my back.” Dirk replied, giving her a dose of her own medicine.

“Amy laughed as she responded. What kind of a back warmer would I be if I didn’t? Hell, I may even give you a reach around, as well,” she said, standing up.

Dirk stood up as well, looking down at her from across the table. “You’re really something, you know that, Amy?” he asked.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, high side,” she replied, calling him by his road name that she got from the patch on the front of his vest. Just wait until I get you home.

They walked out of the clubhouse and over to his bike, and Dirk got on first. He held the bike steady while Amy climbed on, then cranked up the engine. The loud pipes roared as the engine came to life, and Dirk dropped the bike into gear and pulled out of the parking area. Amy leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pushing her big tits into his back, just as she had promised.

She held on tight as he maneuvered the bike through traffic and out onto the open roadway, following the directions Amy was saying into his ear as she clung to his back.

A few minutes later, they were out on the open roadway, headed towards her house and what Dirk

By Original Aramis. Listen to the► Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The sun was lying low on the horizon, full dark not more than an hour off, when Dirk pulled his Harley into a parking space in front of the small general store in the center of town. He’d been on the road for two days and was halfway through a four-day trip, and this was just one of a dozen small Midwestern towns he’d passed through in the past 24 hours. They all looked the same after a while, like something out of The Andy Griffith Show, but he figured that wasn’t really so bad after all. This town was smaller than most with no more than a dozen buildings lining each side of what he thought was Main Street, and as he looked around he didn’t see what he was looking for.

As he looked up and down both sides of the street he noticed that he was the center of attention, and he certainly understood why - there wasn’t another bike in sight, much less another biker, and he knew that the locals certainly weren’t used to long-haired strangers in old jeans, t-shirts, and leather vests festooned with club patches riding into town on a bike that sounded like thunder on two wheels. He took off his helmet, hung it on the mirror, and then walked towards the wooden door to the general store, stripping off his black leather fingerless gloves as he went.

The air inside the store was cool, and it was a welcome relief from the heat of the late August afternoon. A bell over the door jingled as he walked in, and a man who must have been the owner looked up at him from behind the counter to Dirk’s left. There was a woman standing on this side of the counter as well, but Dirk didn’t pay much attention to her at first.

“Howdy, stranger,” the man said, sounding like something out of an old Western movie. Dirk smiled a bit as he replied.

“Hey, how are ya,” he said, pulling a red paisley bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.

“Where are your drink coolers?” he asked, stuffing the bandana back in his pocket.

“Rear of the store to your right,” the man said, pointing in that direction.

“Thanks,” Dirk said, walking towards the coolers, his motorcycle boots clumping on the wooden floor. A few moments later he walked up to the counter and placed two big bottles of Gatorade on the counter. He nodded at the woman next to the counter and gave her a polite smile, and she smiled back. He was considerably taller than her; he stood six feet even, and she was five foot nothing at the most.

“That do it for ya?” the man behind the counter asked. Dirk nodded as he replied.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he said as the man rang up the drinks.

“That’ll be three dollars and ten cents,” he said, reaching for a paper bag as Dirk pulled his leather wallet out of his other back pocket, the chain attached to it swinging.

“That’s okay, I don’t need a bag,” Dirk said, pulling a five out of his wallet and handing it to the man. Then he picked up one of the bottles, twisted the cap off, and took a long drink out of it. It was cold and good, and it gave him chills as it went down. He took his change from the man and stuffed it in one of the side pockets of his vest, then took another smaller drink from the bottle before speaking again.

“Is there a motel around here somewhere?” he asked the man behind the counter. I didn’t see one on the main drag out front.

“You didn’t see one because they’re ain’t one,” the man replied, smiling at Dirk. “And the closest motel from here is in Junction City, about eighty miles thataway,” the man said, pointing down the road in the direction that Dirk was travelling.

“Great, just freaking great,” Dirk muttered. “Another hour and a half on the road just what I need!”

“You need a place to stay, cowboy?” the woman said, and Dirk turned and looked at her, really seeing her for the first time.

She was short, about five feet tall, with sparkling blue eyes and short red hair worn in a pageboy style. She had a slightly round face, small pert nose and nice lips that were spread in a smile showing her white teeth. She was a solid woman, a little more stout than Dirk normally preferred, clad in a loose-fitting cotton long sleeve plaid shirt tucked into jeans that were tight enough to show off the considerable curves of her full, rounded ass and equally full thighs. The shirt was unbuttoned to the second button which showed enough cleavage to give Dirk a good indication of the mountainous tits that tented out the front of the shirt. Dirk wondered when was the last time this woman saw her feet. It was an effort to tear his eyes away from the huge mounds of her tits pushing out the front of her shirt, especially with all of the cleavage she was showing, but he managed it.

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, nodding at her and giving her a small smile. She smiled back at him even bigger in return. “A barn would be just fine if you got one,” he continued.

“My mother would roll over in her grave at my lack of hospitality if I made a house guest sleep in the barn!” the woman said, laughing. Her huge tits jiggled in her shirt as she laughed, drawing Dirk’s attention again.

“I got a spare room in the back of the house that’s yours if you want it, and you can keep your iron horse out in the barn,” she said, nodding to the bike parked in front of the store.

“I sure appreciate that, ma'am,” Dirk replied, his smile a bit bigger as he spoke. “But don’t you think you’d better check with your husband first? You coming home with a biker for an overnight house guest might not go over too well with him, ya know,” he said.

The woman broke out in laughter at this, and the man behind the counter chuckled as well. Dirk gave them both a puzzled look, and then the woman spoke again.

“Well, for starters, cowboy, my name is Pat,” she said, grinning hugely at him and sticking out her hand. He took her hand and shook it; and was surprised to find her grip firm and sure.

“If you’re gonna be sleeping under my roof tonight, I think it only right that we know each other’s names, don’t you?”

“Fair enough; my name’s Dirk,” he replied.

“Pleased to meet you, Dirk!” Pat said, her blue eyes sparkling. “And as for the husband, well, there isn’t one, so don’t you worry about that! I threw his ass out years ago, the lazy good-for-nothing bastard! Now it’s just me and Max, my Bassett Hound. I love him to death but he isn’t much on conversation, so it’ll be good to have someone to talk to, over dinner tonight,” she said.

“I appreciate your hospitality, Pat, I really do,” Dirk said, relaxing a bit and letting his smile get a little bigger. “But you have to let me pay you for the nigh, or at least buy the food, something to return the favor.” Pat smiled up at him when he said this, and he saw a new, brighter sparkle in her blue eyes as she replied.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll come up with something!” she said. She paused and looked up at him for a moment, grinning at him, then broke eye contact as she walked past him toward the door. “Sun’s going down, so we’d better get a move on,” she said, opening the wooden door to the store. She turned and looked at him as he picked up the second bottle of Gatorade from the counter and turned to follow her.

“You can follow me out to the farm; it’s about ten miles south of here so we’ll be there in about fifteen minutes or so. Then she walked out of the store and over to an old but very well-kept customized Chevy S-10 pickup truck, getting in and starting the engine. Dirk quickly put the other bottle of Gatorade in his saddlebag, threw on his helmet and gloves, then got on the bike and fired it up. She drove out of town with him following behind her, the thunder of his pipes bouncing off of the few buildings there were in the center of town.

Fifteen minutes later Pat turned off of the two-lane county blacktop road onto a dirt driveway that must have been at least a quarter of a mile long. The land on either side of the road was green with soybeans, and sitting at the end of the driveway right in the center of the huge expanse of farmland was a typical Midwestern-style wooden white farmhouse with a green roof, green shutters on the windows and a wraparound porch. The house had several large, old oak trees around it, effectively putting the house in the shade for most of the day. Dirk could see the barn rising up behind the house, and he pulled his bike up to the barn as Pat parked the truck in front of the house. He got his bag of belongings out of the left saddlebag and walked around to the front of the house where Pat was waiting for him on the porch. She smiled at him as he walked up the wooden steps to the porch.

"Welcome to Shady Oaks, my farm,” Pat said proudly. “I grow the best soybeans in the state here, and am damn proud of it!”

“You work all this land all on your own, Pat?” Dirk asked, looking around at the vast expanse of farmland that surrounded the house. Pat laughed briefly before replying.

“Hell, no! I let the hired help take care of that,” she explained, opening the front door and walking inside with Dirk following her. The inside of the house was dark and cool, just as Dirk imagined it would be.

“I just keep the books, write the paychecks for the help, and put the rest of the money in the bank, Pat said as she walked down the short hallway to the sitting room. Max the Bassett Hound was lying on the couch sleeping, and he slowly lifted his head to look at them as they came in the room. Pat scratched him on the top of his head as she walked past, and then Max dropped his head again and went back to sleep.

She stopped in the center of the room and turned to Dirk as she continued. "The spare room is through that door and down the hall, the last room on the right,” she said, pointing down the hallway.

“Why don’t you go ahead and drop your gear, maybe wash the road grime from your face while I get started on dinner? The bathroom’s right across the hall from your room,” she said.

“Thanks, Pat, I appreciate that, Dirk said, smiling at her. "I sure could use a shower; do I have time for that before dinner’s ready?”

“I’ll make sure you do,” Pat said, smiling back. “Now you go on and take care of yourself while I get started on dinner!” Then she turned and walked out of the sitting room, heading for the kitchen. Dirk watched her go, admiring the swinging of her full, rounded ass as she walked. There was something about this woman that both intrigued and excited him, and even though his type was usually the slender blonde with big tits and no brains that could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, there was something about this short, stout redheaded woman with big tits that he couldn’t deny. He shook his head slightly and then headed for his room to drop his gear and then shower.

When Pat heard the sound of his boots moving down the hallway, she stuck her head around the corner and watched him walk away. She wasn’t sure if it was the long hair, the faded jeans, the muscled build glimpsed beneath his t-shirt, the leather vest with the biker club patches on it, the bike he rode or a combination of all of the above, but Pat knew that there was something about this man that both attracted and excited her. She felt a stirring in her loins whenever she looked at him, and she was feeling it now as she watched his tight ass walking down the hallway. She sighed as he opened the door to his room and went inside, smiling to herself as she started working on dinner.

“I have a feeling this is gonna be a very interesting and exciting evening!” she said to herself, her smile growing bigger.

The shower felt wonderful, and when Dirk was finished he put his jeans back on and got a clean t-shirt out of his bag, putting that on as well. He thought about putting his boots back on but decided not to; he had a feeling that Pat wouldn’t mind the informality of it all. He also had a feeling he’d only be taking them off again later anyway, and not to go to bed. He walked out of the room barefoot, the aroma of dinner cooking on the stove filling the hallway and the rest of the house.

“Smells great, Pat,” he said, walking into the kitchen.

“And it tastes just as good!” she replied, smiling up at him. “Everything’s ready, so have a seat at the table and let’s eat,” she said.

An hour later the meal was finished, the table cleared of dishes and the two of them were sitting at the table with a bottle of beer each. Dirk had suggested coffee but Pat had suggested beer instead, and Dirk readily agreed. He wasn’t really much of a coffee drinker anyhow, and after the long, hot day he spent in the saddle he could use a beer or two. He took a drink from the long necked bottle, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Pat was watching him intently. She’d been eyeing him all through the meal, and he had to admit that he’d been eyeing her as well. Then he set the bottle down on the table in front of him and spoke.

“That was one hell of a meal, Pat,” he said, and Pat smiled as she took a pull from her own bottle. “Best I’ve had in a long time, and I sure do appreciate you cooking it for me and giving me a place to stay for the night.”

“Why, thank you, Mr. Dirk, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” she replied, smiling at him. “It’s been a long time since I had the chance to cook for a good-looking man like yourself, so believe me when I tell you that the pleasure was all mine,” she said.

“So how can I repay you for your hospitality?” Dirk asked, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table. “You’ve got to let me do something for you, you know.” Pat leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table as well, creating about a mile of cleavage for Dirk to admire.

“Like I said before, I’m sure you can come up with something,” Pat said in a quiet voice, her blue eyes looking deep into his as she smiled a slightly seductive, slightly wicked smile at him. Her choice of words was not lost on Dirk, and he felt a smile creep across his face.

“Are you flirting with me, Pat?” he asked.

“Yep,” she replied, still smiling that smile at him, and he could have sworn that she pushed her arms together slightly to create more cleavage for him to admire.

“Is it working?” she asked.

“Yep,” he replied, looking intently at her across the table. Her smile got bigger and more wicked.

“Then why are we sitting here wasting time, when we could be in my room fucking our brains out?” she said, still smiling at Dirk who was more than a little surprised at her candor. Surprised and aroused, that is; he felt his cock twitch at her words.

“Good question,” Dirk replied, feeling his cock begin to grow in his jeans.

“Then let’s go!” Pat said, getting up from her chair, grinning broader than ever. Dirk put his beer on the table and started to get up, but before he could Pat walked over to him and leaned over to kiss him, taking his head in her hands and planting her soft lips on his. The kiss was hot and intense, and it was apparent from the way Pat invaded his mouth with her tongue that this woman was more than ready to get down to some serious business. Dirk felt his cock begin to harden in his jeans, and it grew even more when Pat’s hand dropped to his lap and squeezed his shaft.

“Hmm, nice!” Pat said in a low voice, breaking the kiss and smiling at him. “I can’t wait to suck on this and then smother it with my big tits!”

“Speaking of which,” Dirk said, glancing down at her huge tits beneath the shirt and then looking back up at her. Pat got the hint and quickly pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it. She opened the shirt to reveal her massive mounds encased in a semi-sheer bra, and Dirk wondered how it was strong enough to contain her obviously heavy tits.

The bra clasped in the front, and Pat quickly unhooked the clasp and pulled the two cups away from her tits, revealing them to Dirk. They were huge, round and full, swinging with their weight, the nipples hard as two pencil erasers and surrounded by large, pale pink areolas. Pat grabbed them in her hands and squeezed them together, then leaned forward and pushed them against Dirk’s face.

Dirk slid his arms around her waist as he latched on to one of her nipples, and Pat moaned as he sucked hard on the nub. She could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment as Dirk sucked on first one and then the other nipple, and when he reached up to grasp her mounds in his hands she let them go and dropped her hand back down to his cock, rubbing and squeezing the big lump there. Dirk squeezed her huge tits hard, pressing them together as he sucked on her nipples and making Pat moan loudly.

“Let’s go, cowboy,” Pat said, breathing a bit faster as she pulled her tits away from Dirk’s grasp and face.

“If we don’t get to my room right now I’m liable to fuck you right here on the kitchen table!” She grabbed his hand and nearly yanked him out of his chair, leading him down the hallway to her room.

Once in her room she led him over to the big four poster bed, then turned to face him as she stripped off her shirt and bra that were both just hanging from her shoulders. She looked at Dirk with obvious lust in her eyes, and her eyes widened a bit when Dirk slipped off his shirt and she saw his muscled torso for the first time. She quickly unfastened her jeans and stepped out of them, her huge, heavy tits swinging with her movements. She tossed the jeans aside and stood naked before Dirk, breathing heavy with excitement. She watched as he unfastened his own jeans and pushed them down over his hips and down his legs, her smile growing bigger when she saw his hard cock for the first time.

Nice cock, Dirk!“ she said, smiling up at him. Then she walked over and dropped to her knees in front of him, reaching out and grasping his cock in her hand and gripping it tightly. She cupped his balls with her other hand as she pumped his cock once or twice, then opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head. It was obvious that she was in no mood for formalities and was eager to get right down to business as she slid her mouth all the way down the hard shaft, her soft, wet tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as she quickly deep-throated his entire length and sucked on it. She squeezed and massaged his balls as she sucked on his cock, her head bobbing up and down the length as she worked the shaft in and out of her mouth.

Damn, and she deep-throats, too!” Dirk said as he watched her working on his cock. She looked up at him and smiled as she continued sucking his cock, then released it from her mouth after a few more strokes.

And I swallow, too!“ she said, pumping his cock as she spoke, But that’s for later; right now I want you to tit-fuck me before I fuck you!” She stood up and turned, walking the few steps over to the bed and climbing onto the big mattress. She lay on her back, her head on the pillows, then grabbed her huge mounds and pushed them together as she loo

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Dirk walked into the bar a little past midnight, well past the prime grazing period for the singles that usually haunted bars on Friday and Saturday nights. On most nights he’d be out there competing for female companionship with the best of them, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d gone home alone after closing time. He had his favorite bars to hang out in, and this bar wasn’t one of them. Hell, he wasn’t even in his own town. He’d just gotten in from a long road trip on his Harley-Davidson and had finished unpacking at his motel when he got the urge for a beer, so he headed for the nearest bar to get one.

 He stopped at the first one he came to, a fairly decent looking place called Jessie’s Bar and Grill, parked the bike in front and came inside. His leather jacket and chaps drew a little bit of attention as he walked across the room; he guessed they didn’t get many bikers there since he didn’t see any parked out front. He found himself a table in the back where he could sit and watch the little bit of action going on in the bar, ordered up a beer, and sat back to relax and unwind. As soon as the waitress showed up with his beer he took a long swallow; the beer felt good going down. He put the beer down on the table and then sat back, relaxing as he looked around the room.

The first thing he noticed was an intense brunette sitting at the far end of the bar. She was intense in more ways than one - her brown hair was long, past her shoulders, and she was wearing a strapless white tube dress that fit her lithe body like a glove, showing off every curve and bump. And man, did she have some bumps! Her tits were very large, round and full, her nipples showing through the tight material of the dress. She was looking right at him, and the look on her face told Dirk at once that this woman meant business; she had man-eater written all over her, but Dirk didn’t care. She had him fixed with an intent gaze, her dark eyes looking right at him, and as Dirk watched a small half-smile crept to her lips. She picked up her beer and got off her stool, showing plenty of leg as she did so, and walked towards him without taking her eyes off of him. Dirk could tell by the way her big tits wobbled when she walked that she was braless; not that she needed one that badly, anyhow. And if her rear end moved the way her front did, the guys behind her were getting quite a show. She kept her eyes fixed on Dirk as she walked over to his table, and Dirk glanced around to see every male pair of eyes in the room following her as she walked. He could only wonder what they were thinking.

“Mind if I sit down?” she asked in a smooth, sultry voice.

“Now why in the world would I mind?” Dirk asked. She smiled that half-smile again in response and then sat down, crossing her shapely legs.

“I’m Kelly,” she said, her brown eyes fixed on him. “You’re new here.”

“Dirk; and you’re right, I’ve never been here before,” he replied. “I just got into town about an hour ago. As soon as I checked in to the motel I felt the need for a beer, and this was the first place I found. So here I am.”

“I thought so; I know most of the men who come in here, by sight, and I’d have remembered you if you’d been here before,” she said, taking a sip of her beer.

“And why would you have remembered me?” Dirk asked.

“Because your ass looks really good in those chaps, and no one else around here has the balls to wear them, much less ride a bike,” she said, not missing a beat. “If you’d been in here before, I’d remember you!”

‘Ah,’ Dirk thought to himself, 'a woman who isn’t afraid to speak her mind!’

“What kind of bike do you ride?” she asked.

“Harley,” he replied.

“Nice. Which model?”

“Heritage Softail Classic. 100th Anniversary model.”

“Very nice; my favorite,” she said, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table. Her large tits hung forward, creating some impressive cleavage for Dirk to admire, which he did.

“Wanna take me for a ride?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, “where do you want to go?” he asked.

“Your motel room,” she replied. The game was on.

“Now why would you want to go there?” Dirk asked, thinking it was time to see if this girl was serious or just fucking around. She smiled as she replied, and the smile said man-eater.

“Because I want to see just how much cum I can squeeze out of your cock,” she said without hesitating a bit.

“You really speak your mind, don’t you?” Dirk asked, taking a long pull on his beer.

“Yes, I do. It’s the fastest way to get what I want, and right now I want to fuck you so bad my pussy is throbbing,” she said.

“So, Dirk, are we going for that ride now?”

“Yes, we are,” Dirk said, standing up and finishing his beer. She stood and walked towards the door, giving Dirk a chance to see that her ass did in fact wiggle as much as her tits did when she walked as he followed her out the door. He felt the eyes of every male in the bar on him as they left. They walked over to his bike and he got on, putting up the kickstand. She lifted her already-short skirt up higher and got on the bike behind him, and as she did so he saw that she was wearing a tiny white thong to match her dress. She settled into the seat and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her big tits into his back.

“Let’s go!” she said in his ear, and Dirk fired up the bike. They pulled away from the bar and he accelerated down the street, heading for his motel. She clung to him as they rode, pressing her body against his back. Halfway to the motel Dirk felt her hand slide down his side and over his thigh, settling on his crotch. She squeezed his cock through his jeans, feeling his immediate response.

“I can’t wait to give you a blow job!” she said in his ear, then ran her tongue around the outside of his ear before darting it quickly in and out. She squeezed his cock once more and then took her hand away, wrapping her arms around him again.

A few minutes later they arrived at the motel, and Dirk stopped the bike in front of his room. He held the bike upright while she got off, getting a good look at her ass when she did, then put the kickstand down and got off himself. He locked up the bike and they walked to the door of his room. He opened the door to let her in and followed her, closing the door behind him. She turned on one of the lamps on the table as he slipped out of his leather jacket, tossing it over a chair.

\Without a word she walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep, pressing her body hard against his, her silky tongue snaking its way into his mouth. She had the longest, most agile tongue he’d ever seen, and she was good with it. He felt his cock getting hard and she did, too, pressing her hips up against it. He slid his hands down her back and grabbed the full, firm globes of her ass and pulled her hard against him. She thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth as her passion quickly rose, and he squeezed her ass hard. She slid her hand down his stomach and gripped his cock through his jeans, squeezing and massaging it hard. She finally broke the kiss, leaving both of them breathless.

She led him over to the bed and turned him so his back was to the bed.

“First, I’m going to give you the best blow job you’ve ever had,” she said, sitting him down on the bed and spreading his knees apart, standing between them.

“Then I’m going to wrap my big tits around your cock and tit-fuck you. She knelt down in front of him and reached up for his zipper, working it down as she spoke.

And then I’m going to suck your cock some more,” she said as she opened his fly and reached inside his boxers, never taking her eyes off him. She pulled out his hard cock and smiled as she said,

“And after that, I’m going to lay you down, slide my tight, wet pussy down on your cock, and squeeze the cum out of it!” She reached back inside his boxers and pulled out his balls, smiling when she saw that they were shaven smooth.

“I see you shave your balls, Dirk,” she said, squeezing them in her hand as she wrapped her other hand around his cock.

“Been doing it for as long as I can remember,” Dirk replied, sitting back on his elbows and watching her work.

“Good! I like it when a man’s balls are shaven smooth,” she said, “It makes sucking on them so much easier!” With that she leaned forward and ran her long, wet tongue over his balls. She looked him right in the eyes as she sucked his balls into her mouth one at a time. Dirk moaned with pleasure as she rolled them around in her mouth, pumping on his shaft as she did so. She released his balls from her lips after several long, very pleasurable minutes.

“You’ve got a nice cock, Dirk, big and thick, just like I like them,” she said, looking up at him. “I bet you can cum buckets.” She kept on pumping his long, hard shaft with one hand while she massaged and squeezed his balls in the other.

“You keep that up and you’ll find out,” he said.

“Oh, I intend to,” she replied. Then she opened her mouth and slid her long, wet tongue out. When she got to the tip of his cock, she slipped her lips around it and slid her mouth down on his shaft, taking all of it.

She was still looking at him, so she saw his reaction. She slipped his cock out of her mouth, just long enough to say a couple of words.

“I don’t have a gag reflex,” she said. Licking his cock with her long, wet tongue, “That’s how I can deep throat your big cock.” Then she went back to sucking his cock, hard and fast, pumping his shaft with one hand, and her mouth from his cock and gripped it with one hand, pumping it as she sat up.

“And now for that tit-fuck,” she said, pulling down the top of her dress with her free hand. Her tits were big and full, very round with just a little bit of sag, and her nipples were rock hard. She leaned forward and plopped them down on either side of his cock. then pressed the shaft against her chest as she wrapped her big tits around it. She pressed them together hard, squeezing his cock between them, and immediately began to slide them up and down.

Her face was split with a big grin as she slid her tits up and down a shaft.

“Oh, yeah, I love it. I love feeling your cock trapped between my big tits,” she said, grinning that man-eater grin as she slid her big tits rapidly up and down his shaft. She lowered her head down and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and As she slid her mounds up and down his shaft, running her tongue over the head and licking his pre-cum up with her tongue.

“I could make you cum like this, but I’ll save that for later,” she said. “Right now I want to fuck you, so get out of your clothes, and get on the bed.” She stood up and slipped the tube dress down over her hips, followed by the thong panties. Dirk stood up and stripped off his t-shirt and then his chaps, followed by his boots and jeans.

Kelly lay down on the bed as he did so, spreading her legs and she squeezed one of her tits as she slipped a finger inside her pussy, rubbing it over her clit. Dirk, naked now, with his hard cock standing out in front of him, walked over to the bed and laid down.

Before Dirk could say a word she dropped her hips down and planted her pussy right on his mouth. Dirk reached up and grabbed the cheeks of her ass with both hands and squeezed them hard as he drove away. Kelly moaned around his cock as he licked and nibbled her clit, and before Dirk knew it she was drenching his face with her juices as she came. She screamed around his cock as the orgasm rocked her body, clamping her smooth thighs around Dirk’s head. She came hard, and when her orgasm faded, she released Dirk’s

“I want this cock inside me, and I want it now,” she said as she grabbed his cock and pointed it up towards her pussy. She slipped the head of his cock inside her opening and then dropped down on it, impaling herself on his hard cock. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, grinding her hips

Then she started to move, sliding up and down.

“I’m going to Fuck you hard, Dirk,” she said, leaning forward on her hands as she slid up and down on his cock, her big tits swaying and bobbing with her motions. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard. hard you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

“So do it.” Dirk replied, causing Kelly to grin back at him. Dirk reached out.

She was taking all of his shaft and lung, deep strokes, nearly perfect. all the way off when she slid up, but not quite, then she’d drop her hips down onto his cock, impaling it deep inside her with every thrust. Dirk hung on to her big tits.

She ground her hips around his cock as she came. and then starting sliding her hips forward and back, still sitting straight up. She reached around behind her and grabbed Dirk’s balls, squeezing them firmly and causing Dirk to moan. He squeezed her tits harder in return and Kelly came again, harder this time. Dirk could feel her juices, flooding his cock and running down his shaft. This girl was a regular sex machine.

“I’m gonna make you cum now, Dirk,” she said, looking down at him, “but I want to feel you cum all at once.”

All Dirk knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was going to cum, and Kelly knew it, too.

“Come on, baby, cum all over my big tits.” She said, gripping her tits and squeezing them harder around his cock. “Shoot your hot, thick load all over them. You know you want to, so do it. Cum for Kelly, baby. Cum all over my big tits.”

And he did. Dirk leaned his head back and moan loudly as he came.

She laughed and continued to tit-fuck him, sliding her tits fast up and down the length of the floor. of with her other hand as stream after stream of hot, thick cum landed on her big tits. Then she dropped her head down and sucked on the end of his cock, sucking the last of his cum from him as his orgasm slowed. She sucked on his shaft until there was nothing left.

“You came good, baby,” she said, licking her fingers. “I just love making a man cum hard like that.”

Gasping for breath, Dirk replied, “Man, you’re really something.”

“Like I said, I don’t Still waste time when I see something I like,” she replied, still looking him in the eyes as she sucked the cum off her fingers. “And after we’ve had a chance to catch our breath, I’m going to fuck you again. We hope to see you again, only this time I want to feel you cum inside my pussy.”

“I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long, but very enjoyable night,” Dirk replied, smiling.

“Baby,” he replied, you ain’t seen nothing yet.“

By Original Aramis for Literotica.

By Original Aramis. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Dirk was halfway through another of his wandering road trips, this time to see an old biker buddy of his who had moved two states away when he was transferred by his company. Dirk had known Hal Jenkins since high school; he was one of the few people that Dirk got along with, and they had been friends ever since. When Hal got into motorcycles Dirk had approached him about joining the MC, but Hal said he just wasn’t into it so he didn t. That didn’t matter to Dirk as Hal was a true biker in every sense of the word, and the two of them had gone through some pretty interesting times and some pretty interesting women before Hal was transferred.

When Hal called Dirk about six months ago to invite him to his wedding, you could have knocked Dirk over with a feather. Hal was the last person besides himself that Dirk would have ever thought would get married, but Hal told Dirk that his fianc , Renee, was the woman of my dreams in every possible way and that he wanted to marry her ‘before she wises up!

Dirk was unable to make the wedding since it was scheduled for the following week Hal never was one for planning things out which is one reason Dirk never thought he would ever get married but they had planned instead on Dirk riding out to see him and staying for a few days.

 The earliest Hal’s schedule at work would let that happen was six months away, but the time had finally passed and now Dirk was sitting in Hal’s man cave (his garage) with their bikes parked in the driveway, cooling off after a long day’s ride. It was the afternoon of the last day of Dirk’s two-day visit, and they had made the best of it. They were sitting in a couple of foldable camp chairs enjoying a couple of cold bottles of beer with Dirk still wearing his colors, talking about anything and everything, just enjoying life and each other’s company.

So whattaya think about my ol lady, Dirk?“ Hal asked, grinning at him over his beer bottle. She’s really something, ain’t she?”

Yes, she most certainly is!“ Dirk replied, nodding as he spoke. When he had met Renee upon his arrival, to say he was stunned would have been the understatement of the year. The best way to describe Renee was to say that she was what everyone thought about when they thought of the term 'biker chick.

Renee was about five feet five inches tall and around 115 pounds, Dirk would have guessed, with just enough meat on her bones to make her look really good. Dirk also would have guessed that at least eight pounds of that would have been breast meat, because Renee had a simply magnificent pair of tits. Full and round with just the right amount of sag to make them wobble inside the white halter top she was wearing when he first saw her, they were truly a sight to behold. The halter top was showing about a mile of cleavage, something which Dirk appreciated very much, and was a perfect match for the low-slung faded jeans she was wearing. The jeans were skintight until they reached her knees and then flared out just enough to give her a retro '60s hippie kind of look. Her waist was tapered and her stomach was flat, and while not as firm as a young girl’s it was still firm enough to be very enticing. The faux diamond that hung from her navel only added to the look.

And to top it all off, Renee had the blackest hair Dirk had ever seen, wavy and long, going down past her shoulders nearly to the middle of her back. Her hair was very thick as well, so Dirk imagined that she had either some Italian or Middle Eastern blood in her veins. The only thing missing from Renee having a complete 'biker chick look was a tattoo or two, and when she turned to walk away from him Dirk saw not only a rounded, firm ass that swayed enticingly as she walked but a butterfly 'tramp stamp peeking out from above the waistband her jeans as well.

But the thing that drew Dirk’s attention the most, even more than her spectacular bustline (Dirk had always been a 'boob man ) was Renee’s face, specifically her lips. Renee had big, dark brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a perfect nose that sat above the fullest, softest, most beautiful and absolutely perfect pair of lips he had ever seen.

He had no idea how Hal had been lucky enough to land a woman who looked the way Renee looked, but he was glad for his old friend all the same.

Yeah, I’m damned lucky to have her, and you better believe I know it!” Hal said, taking a pull from his beer. Dirk was just about to fire up a cigar when Hal surprised him so much with his next statement that he nearly burned his face off.

And how about those lips, huh? Ain’t those the best pair of dick sucking lips you’ve ever seen on a broad?“ Hal said, grinning at Dirk.

Jesus, Hal!” Dirk said, shaking his hand to put out the match he was using to light the cigar.

What?“ Hal said, looking at him.

That’s your wife you’re talking about, you know!” he said, putting the cigar back into the pocket of his vest while he was trying to make light of what he thought could turn out to be a bad situation. Hal quickly proved that he had nothing to worry about.

Hell, I know that! But she don’t mind, trust me,“ Hal said, grinning at Dirk. I brag about her and those big DSLs to my friends all the time whether she’s here or not!”

And she really doesn’t mind?“ Dirk asked, genuinely surprised.

Hell, no, she doesn’t mind!” Hal said, laughing. She loves to hear me brag about her! I think it kind of turns her on, you know?“ he said, lowering his voice in a conspiratorial way. All I know is that every time she hears me bragging about her DSLs to my friends, we have some of the best sex ever!”

Well, some women are like that, that’s for sure, he said, having run into a woman or two like that in his life as well.

And besides, she really does!“ Hal said, raising his beer bottle to his lips to take another drink.

She really does, what?” Dirk asked, doing the same.

She really does suck a mean cock!“ Dirk sprayed beer out of his mouth when Hal said this.

Dammit, Hal!” he said, sitting up and wiping the beer from the front of his shirt and vest.

Well, she does!“ Hal insisted, not understanding what all the fuss was about. I tell ya, that woman can suck a golf ball through a garden hose!”

I’m sure she does well, maybe not quite that good, but still warn me before you say something like that, will ya?“ Dirk said, sitting back in his chair again.

You don’t believe me, Hal said, looking at Dirk.

Huh?” Dirk said.

About how good Renee is at sucking dick. You don’t believe me!“

Of course I do! You’ve never lied to me before, have you?”

No, I haven’t.

Okay, so why wouldn’t I believe you now?“

Then what’s with that 'maybe not quite that good part, then?” Hal asked.

I didn’t mean anything by it, Hal, really, Dirk said, concerned that he’d hurt his friend’s feelings. I’m sorry, I’m sure she’s just as good at sucking dick, as you say she is.

Okay, well, then let me prove it to you, Hal said, a smile creeping across his face.

Prove it to me? How?“ Dirk asked.

By letting Renee suck your dick,” he said, grinning at Dirk.

Are you serious?“ Dirk asked, staring at his old friend. I mean, really? You’re serious? You want Renee, your own wife, to suck my dick?” he asked, not believing what he had heard.

Serious as a heart attack, my brother!“ Hal replied, sitting back in his chair and grinning at Dirk. He lifted his beer bottle to his lips and took a drink before continuing. And trust me, when she’s done with you, you’ll be thanking me for letting her do it! That woman can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, I tell ya!”

This is incredible, Dirk said, sitting back in his chair, still holding his beer in one hand. I can’t believe you’d have Renee do that!“

Well, you’d better believe it, my friend, because it’s about to happen!” Hal said, getting up and going over to the short staircase leading to the door that opened into the house. He climbed up the three steps and opened the door, then called out to his wife.

Hey, Renee, darling, would you come in here for a minute, please?“ he said, then walked back over and sat down in the camp chair to await her arrival. It was less than a minute later when Renee appeared in the doorway, giving them both a big smile. She was wearing the same jeans as before, but this time she was wearing a red and white striped tube top instead of the halter.

Yes, baby?” she said, her hands on the sides of the doorframe.

'My God, but that woman is hot!’ Dirk thought to himself, taking a drink from his beer.

I been bragging on you and those DSLs of yours again to Dirk here, telling him all about how good you are at giving blowjobs and all, and I’m not sure he believes me, Hal said, motioning towards Dirk with his beer. Renee looked at Dirk and her smile got bigger.

So you want me to suck his dick to prove it to him, baby?“ she said, looking Dirk straight in the eyes. Is that it?”

Yep, that’s it, darling !“ Hal said, smiling.

I can do that!” Renee said, her smile bigger than ever. She walked down the three steps into the garage, her big tits swaying in the tube top, never taking her eyes off of Dirk. She walked over to him and stopped in front of him, standing between his feet as he sat in the chair. She looked down at him for just a moment, still smiling, before she spoke again.

How about it, Dirk? Would you like for me to suck your dick?“ she asked, her voice low and sultry. I’m really good at sucking dick, and I’d just love to prove it to you by sucking yours!”

What about Hal? You know, your husband?“ Dirk said, looking up into those dark brown eyes that were now sparkling and filled with desire. You’d do that with him sitting right there?” he asked.

Sure!“ Renee replied, her smile getting a bit bigger. I suck dick in front of him all the time, don’t I, baby?” she said, her eyes traveling down to Dirk’s crotch and lingering there for a moment before going back to his eyes.

You sure do!“ Hal said, grinning proudly. "Every time we throw a party, she finds a guy that turns her on and she just has to suck his dick, and I always get to watch!” he explained.

And then, when the party is over, we go into the bedroom and I tell Hal all about it, how it turned me on, how good the guy’s cum tasted, and then we have the best sex you can imagine!“ she said, her smile never faltering.

But she never fucks anyone else, though, Hal said. That’s reserved just for me, right, darling ?” Hal said. Renee nodded as she replied.

That’s right, baby, nobody fucks me but you!“ she said. So how about it, Dirk? You want me to show you how good I am at sucking cock by sucking yours?”

Sure, why the fuck not!“ Dirk said, tossing his hands up in the air and letting them drop to the arm rests of the chair, still holding on to his beer with one hand. He was trapped and he knew it, so why not sit back and enjoy it?

'Besides, there’s no way she’s as good as Amy, Dirk thought to himself, thinking of the girl he’d met at a club party a few weeks ago. She had really gone at him, and the memories were still fresh.

"Good!” Renee said, moving in closer. She reached down and spread his legs further apart, then knelt down between them right in front of his crotch.

“Hal, honey, you might want to turn the fan on and close the garage door,” she said, settling in front of Dirk. “We don’t want to give the neighbors a free show, and with the door closed its gonna get hot in here pretty quick!”

Good point, baby!“ Hal said, getting up and going over to the button on the wall next to the door to the house and pressing it. The garage door slid closed behind them, and then Hal flipped a switch next to the garage door button and a fan mounted up in a corner of the ceiling came on. Then Hal walked over to a canoe that was lying on the floor next to the wall, picking up a floatation cushion and then handing it to his wife.

Here, darling , use this!” Hal said, handing her the cushion.

Thank you, baby!“ Renee said, taking the cushion from him and putting it on the ground in front of her to kneel on. As soon as she was settled, she reached up and began unfastening Dirk’s jeans, smiling as she worked at getting them open.

I bet you have a big dick! You have a big dick, don’t you, Dirk?” she asked, looking up at him and smiling while getting the jeans open and pulling down the fly.

See for yourself!“ he said, making Renee grin. She reached inside his jeans for his cock and was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans. She looked up at him and grinned as she wrapped her fingers around his soft cock.

"No underwear!” she said, pulling his cock out of his jeans and then spreading the fly of the jeans as wide as possible. “I like that! But right now, I’m gonna wrap my lips around your cock and suck it until it’s hard,” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “I just love feeling a man’s cock get hard in my mouth!”

Before Dirk could reply she dipped her head down and put her lips on the head of his cock, sucking his entire soft cock into her mouth. She looked up at him as sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing in, running her tongue over and around the sensitive tip. This made Dirk jump just a little as he was really sensitive at the tip of his dick, and Hal chuckled at his reaction.

Told you she was good!“ he said, grinning at Dirk. But you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

Renee pulled her head back and let his hardening cock slip out of her mouth, holding the head in her mouth for a moment before sucking it all in her mouth again. She did this several times, pleased to find that Dirk was getting harder, longer, and thicker in her mouth very quickly. She slid her mouth up to the head of his cock, holding it there for a moment before she released it from her mouth with a soft 'pop. She smiled up at him as she spoke, gripping his cock tightly in one hand while opening his jeans further with the other.

Let’s get these big balls out, shall we?“ she said, smiling up at him as she pulled his balls out of his jeans. Oh, nice! I just love playing with a man’s balls!” she said, massaging them in her hand while still pumping his cock. He was rock-hard by now, the precum beginning to flow with a drop of the clear fluid appearing at the tip of his cock.

Oh, look!“ she said, grinning up at him as she noticed the drop of precum. Is that for me? Yummy!” she said, sticking her wide, long tongue out and licking up the drop of slick fluid, making sure she licked as much of the head of his cock as she could in doing so. She had the widest, longest, and thickest tongue Dirk had ever seen, and she was good with it very good. As he watched, she put her lips right on the tip of his cock and sucked, pulling more of the fluid out of him.

“Hmm!” she moaned, smiling up at him. She sat back a little and swallowed, then ran her wet tongue over her lips and smiled, looking directly at him. Eye contact was obviously a big thing with her, and she was very good at it among other things, as he was about to find out.

“I’m gonna give you a tongue bath, and then I’m gonna suck the cum right out of you!” she said, grinning from ear to ear. She looked like an excited little girl with her hand gripping a nice, big lollypop, and Dirk had a feeling that was exactly how she was going to treat him like a treat ready to be swallowed. She stuck that wide, thick tongue out again and slowly licked him from the base of his balls all the way up to the head of his cock, never taking her eyes from his.

“Want me to time you, baby?” Hal asked, taking a pull from his beer.

“Sure!” Renee replied, grinning up at Dirk as she pumped his cock in her hand. Let’s see if I can break my record on how fast I can make him cum!“

"So what’s your record?” Dirk asked.

“Five minutes!” she said, giving him a sly smile before licking his cock again. “But I have a feeling you might take a little bit longer than that,” she said, licking him again.

“What makes you say that, baby?” Hal asked.

Call it a hunch, Renee replied, never taking her eyes from Dirk, but I just have a feeling that ol Dirk here is gonna be a tough nut to crack or to make cum, that is!“

Guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?” Dirk said, smiling at her. She smiled back as she replied.

I guess so!“ she said, giving him one last, wet, lingering lick from his balls to the head of his dick.

You ready, baby?” Hal asked, holding up his wrist with his watch on it, thumb on the button.

Oh, yeah!“ Renee replied, grinning up at Dirk.

Go!” Hal said, starting the stopwatch.

Renee lowered her mouth down to his cock and took the head into her mouth, clamping her lips around the shaft just behind the flared ridge. Then she applied suction, lots of it, and then slid her mouth down onto his hard shaft, taking his entire length into her mouth in one long, fluid motion. She pulled her head back up the length of his shaft slowly, running her thick tongue over and around his cock as she did, massaging and squeezing his balls with one hand, maintaining the suction she was applying. When she got to the head of his cock she paused, keeping it trapped in her mouth, running her tongue over and around the sensitive head before sliding her mouth back down his cock once more, literally sucking it into her mouth and down her throat. She pushed her face down until her nose bumped against his abdomen, and she moaned as she made the trip back up his cock once more, her cheeks hollowing in from the suction she was applying.

Um!“ she moaned, looking up at Dirk and smiling around his cock in her mouth. When she got to the head of his cock she held it in her mouth again, sucking on it while running her thick tongue along the underside. The suction she was applying was incredible, and Dirk could feel the precum being sucked from him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let about half of the head of his cock out of her mouth, her big, soft lips wrapped around it as she sucked on him. Then she moaned again as she slid her mouth back down his cock once more, making loud slurping noises as she sucked his throbbing shaft into her wet, sucking mouth. His cock was coated with her saliva by now, and he could feel it running down his balls as she worked on him.

'Holy shit, she’s good! She’s even better than Amy!’ Dirk thought to himself as he watched Renee gobbling his cock over and over again. She was applying constant suction on his cock, pausing every now and then to draw a breath either through her nose or through her mouth when she opened her lips up just enough to breathe before clamping them around his cock again. She was obviously a fan of sloppy blowjobs, as by now his cock and balls and the front of his jeans were drenched with her saliva, and the garage was filled with the slurping sounds she was making as she sucked his cock.

While she was wor

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On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.

But when the time came, I wasn’t really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.

In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.

At work in the library, I would have to take frequent breaks to my office where I would unwind to a few dirty pages of a dirty novel. Sex was on my mind, way too much. Every man that I would see throughout my day, became the leading male in my latest fantasy. I must have been the horniest virgin who ever lived! But no one ever knew.

I deliberately moved to a new city, just so I could start over. I changed my wardrobe and my hair style. But I had a very hard time changing my inner self.

I could have spent another night with my oiled up hand, or the new vibrator that I ordered online. Or I could have been a little kinkier and did some anal play with my handy-dandy pink ass plug, but I wanted the real thing, damnit!

 I went on the pill, to make sex safer for my career plans. It grew my tits from a C cup to a D. And it also kicked up my libido. The holiday season really heightened my horniness, but it also heightened my loneliness. I wanted a man so bad. I wanted to hear a knock at my door, then open it and see a naked man on the other side, tied up with a big red ribbon tied in a bow, sporting an 8 inch stiff cock, just for me.

But I guess that was all just fantasy. When would my fantasies come to pass? Aren’t I allowed to get at least one of them?

No matter how hard I wished and wanted something, it would never come to pass, so I decided to get up and go to a night club, downtown. Nothing ever came out of these things, but maybe tonight there would be some holiday magic working in my favor. Or maybe only losers would be desperate enough to be clubbing on Christmas Eve. But I was lusty, lonely, and stir-crazy.

When I opened the door to my 4th floor hallway, my neighbor was just coming home. His door and mine were near each other. The hallway turned perpendicular right between our entries. Our two apartments were at the northeast corner of the 4th floor of the West building.

“Hey, how are you, Mindy?” he asked. His name was John. He was older than me by perhaps some years, and he was way out of my league. Oh, he was always very cordial to me, but it always seemed out of pity. John is a tall and comes from Scandinavian stock. His mailbox, in the foyer; says “J. Nelson”.

I bet tonight his beautiful girlfriend would be coming over, maybe in sexy lingerie; and they would spend the evening making love, talking, and drinking wine.

“Hi, John. I’m Good! and you?” I asked back with a flirty smile.

He looked so handsome, with his all-black ensemble, and red silk tie. I couldn’t help but smile goofily, in the face of this great looking man. I didn’t know what he did for a living, but every night I could hear him playing his acoustic guitar.  I laid in bed with my hands in my panties; pretending he was serenading me. But of course he would never know that.

“Yeah, I’m Fine. Merry Christmas! Where are you heading out to?” I could feel his stare on me, and it was making me quite bashful and self-conscious. I’ve been working so hard to keep eye contact with people.

I knew I looked great in my form-fitting dress. It highlighted my warm olive Italian skin, long slim legs, deep red full lips, and dark wavy hair. Okay, I’m keeping focused on John’s gorgeous eyes.

“Oh, I think I’ll get go to a dinner club, or something.” Then I sighed; “I am spending the holidays alone.”

“Oh, Me too!” He started.

I was surprised at his answer, and I almost didn’t believe him. How could someone this handsome be alone?

Then he shocked me; “Do you maybe want to spend it alone together? I just stole some nice wine from my company holiday party? I was going to come home and drink alone. But, you know; it’s really not good to drink alone.” He winked and added; “Please, Mindy; Skip the bar tonight and come in.” He was opening the door and gesturing for me to come in.

 I followed him in without a word. I had only dreamed about ever going in there. It was better than I had imagined!  There was lots of navy, platinum, and teak wood furnishings. His home kinda smelled of leather and a subtle hint of vanilla.

We sat in the elegant living room. I was offered his wingback arm chair, adjacent the leather sofa. When he situated himself, he first started out apologizing to me for being such an aloof neighbor. He said he sort of developed this bad habit when his previous neighbors were rude.

 I forgave him, as long as he promised never to stop being friendly again.

We sat drinking his sweet white wine. He had lots of questions to ask me, in the matters of my life, job, and interests.

I told him that I was a teen freak, then a college nerd. I love literature to a fault. I’m even into comic book superheroes, collecting replica Lightsabers, reading classic novels, and watching way too much Netflix. I told him that I used to be a shy kid with ADHD, but it leveled out during my college years.

I seemed very lame to myself, saying those things out loud. I revealed that I was just recently liberated from the thick eyeglasses of my childhood, by a successful laser eye surgery. “Most people didn’t even recognize me without the horrible glasses.” But I added that it’s probably all for the better, as I would rather build new friendships.

“So,” I asked him; “What type of things are you into?”

“Lots of things, gourmet cooking, chess, running, watching way too much Hulu, playing the guitar,” He sipped a bit more wine, then added; “sketching, and tying up sexy women, to play with their nipples and tease their clits. ”

 I nearly choked on the wine that was almost down my throat. Suddenly my body temperature rose at least 10 degrees, and my hands began to tremble.

He looked at me, straight into my big doe-like brown eyes. “Do you want to know what else I am into?”

I tilted my head, as if I were under a spell.

“Beautiful, shy women, like you; who don’t know how sexy they are. A woman who gets wet when a man looks her deep in the eyes, and tells her that.” His voice went deep as he slowly added; “I want to fuck every hole you have, and make you cum, again and again.“

I was flushed and trembling, when he asked; “So, I ask again, my dear; what are you into?” He took the glass from my trembling hand and took my hand into his, and laid a sweet kiss on it.

With a trembling voice I began: “I really like to write erotica, especially at night when I am listening to you play your guitar. I like to close my eyes and wish that someone was touching me, whispering how much they want to make love to me; ” I closed my eyes and took myself to my inner thoughts. My eyes watered at his sultry words. I was being seduced for the first time in my life!

I could feel him getting closer to me, his lip brushed against my ear. “I really like this;” I said as I felt the heat of his breathing, on my neck.

“You are your own kind of beautiful, Mindy.” He told me.

I opened my eyes, hoping that this wasn’t just another dream. In the back of my mind I already started to ask myself the ‘why’ and 'how’ questions, but why ruin a sexy moment? I was completely flattered and could not hide my obvious turned on state.  Already I could feel the wetness between my legs.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” John grinned.

My smile widened. “Honestly, You are making me wet,” I laughed. I was never that frank about sex. But then again, I never really had a chance to be.

“Do you always do this to women you invite inside.” I asked, with keen interest and looking him in the eyes.

“Have there been women in here that I’m unaware of?” John returned my question.

I had to challenge my presumption. No, I honestly hadn’t seen him bring a date to his place. “I’m sorry, John. No, I haven’t any reason to accuse you of being a player. I just assumed you’d have women throwing themselves at you.”

“Ha!” he laughed. “No, I am just in the Christmas spirit, I guess. It’s the season for giving. I find myself in solitary circumstance, and reflecting on the need to appreciate the opportunities I haven’t availed myself to. Start treating people better. Especially kind neighbors whom I should be kinder to. And I want to give you something. Something even your wildest virgin fantasies can’t imagine.”

“Now, how did you know I was a virgin?” I felt more exposed than ever.

“I didn’t. But, now I know for sure,” he laughed.

I blushed, but his laugh made it easier for me to relax and be vulnerable. Oh he was even sexier when he laughed.

“I know you probably think that no one notices you, but I notice you.” John wanted to build up my self-esteem. “I see you coming home, and you nearly always pull out the wrong door key first. You are always humming the same song to yourself, and you are always dressed so sexily. I especially like that purple dress; it makes your lovely breasts look great.”

My cheeks were so bright red, I didn’t even know what else to say back to him. I felt so sexy now.

 "And I must say, I love this dress on you.” He paused, then added; “But for me to give you a proper Christmas Eve gift, you will have to lose it.“

"You want me to strip?” I smiled. I was hoping he was serious, because my clothes were begging to come off. ‘Thank you God, for sending me this sexy horny man!’

“Yes! Have another glass of wine, if you’d like. But I want you to strip, and then walk right into my bedroom over there.”

John is inviting me to his bedroom! I was nervous, but even more so, I was terribly craving cock, his cock. With alcohol running through my veins, and 'bold’ becoming my new middle name.

I stood facing John. Then I stepped up on his wooden coffee table. Still looking him in the eyes with lust,  I pulled the halter tie from the back of my neck. I was swaying to an imaginary base rift, as I held a tie string in each hand.

My shoulders pulsed alternately, which caused my tits to swing against my gold bodice. Now my nipples were erect and protruding. I leaned over toward John as my straps released.  Still swaying and twerking to my imaginary music, I reached behind to unzip the low-back of the dress; all the while entertaining him with my pendulous tits.

Then I placed a hand on each hip, as I stood back upright.  I turned in several steps as I rocked my curvy ass to him, Then I slowly slid each hand down my hips, the thin dress descending with my hands. Before releasing, I looked over my shoulder, to catch his reaction. His eyes clearly conveyed; ‘Keep going’; so I did. I was being a tease, and he was into it.

The garment dropped to my stilettos. I stepped out of my gold cocktail dress, leaving only my black lacy G-string and my high heels.

Suddenly my rhythm stopped. I stood with my ass to him. I stepped my legs apart just enough to let my cunny make an appearance. In dramatic silence I slowly slid the waistband of the G-string down, guiding it continuously to my ankles.  I caught his delightful lust, as I smiled seductively, from between my spread legs.

I stepped a leg out of the G-string and pivoted back facing him. Then I raised my other foot, with the lacy garment clinging to my toes. I swiftly grabbed the skimpy thing and  in one fluid motion I stretched it back with my other hand, and shot the black lacy thing against his chest.

Now in front of him, I stood completely naked; like I was almost every night on the other side of that wall.  Yes, I had practiced this routine; often to the rhythm of his classical guitar selections.

“Fucking hell; Come here, my pretty little virgin. I want to show you something.” He held out a hand and I grabbed it while placing my other hand on his shoulder. I collected my items and removed my heels, then placed them all on the chair.

I followed him into his bedroom, where it was dark and mysterious. I sat naked on the corner of his bed, next to a corner bedpost. With lusty anticipation, I watched him as he pulled a big black box from underneath his bed. He pulled out a box of several candles. Silently he set them around the room, as he lit each of them.

Also in the box, he pulled out an interesting rope contraption that he fastened to the four corners of the  bed. Then John laid a firm wedge cushion near the head of the bed. When he padded his hand on it, he said; “Ly down, dirty girl. I want to show you things that will blow your mind.”

I went up to the middle of his bed and laid down on the wedge cushion. My shoulders and head were now slightly elevated, to watch as he bound my ankles and wrists to the bed. The wide bands were held by Velcro, and each attached to a shiny black rope.

I was now exposed for him, and vulnerable. With nowhere to go, and no idea about what would happen next. For all I know, he could chop me up to a million pieces. But I had a feeling that he was being as bold as I was being, tonight. It turned me on, to be this way with a handsome man I barely knew.

From the look in his eyes, my naked body looked delicious; stretched out in the candlelight. My nipples peaked upward, begging to be touched, from atop the summits of my 34D breasts. Each curve of my classically soft and feminine figure; was highlighted and exposed.

I could see little goosebumps rising up all over me. John disappeared from the room for a minute, but returned with the bottle of wine in his hand, and with no clothes on. But now he had a red ribbon, tied in a bow, around his swaying hard cock. I wanted to pounce, but I was tied up.

Seeing his beautiful cock alive and ready, sent jolts of sexual energy down my body. Oh Gawd! I wanted to jump off that bed and go for his cock right away. But, no matter what I did, I could not free myself. With the bottle of wine in hand, he crawled onto the bed kneeling between my spread thighs.

 "You are such a beautiful girl. Damn, I think you are meant to be on my bed, nightly; so I can just look at you, and admire you.“ He looked down at me with a look that I had never seen before. I was ready to have fun with him, our great sexy holiday secret tryst.

He tilted the bottle of sweet white wine right over my lips, for me to taste. The small trickle splashed over my lips as I opened my mouth to let some in.

The wine tasted too good, I had to lick my lips to get every bit of it.

Next, he dripped some onto my stiff nipples. We watched the wine roll down over my swollen breasts and pool at the side of my body. The wine looked so good, rolling around on my goose-pimpled tits. The wine also ran into the valley between my tits, then down my torso.

If I could, I would have licked it from myself. But I really wanted him to lick me. Down my belly and into my belly button the wine rolled. "Do you like that?” He grinned.

“Yes,” I said, trying to raise my body up to touch his. I wanted our skins to make contact, but he was teasing me and making me wet in more than one way. He put the bottle between my legs and rubbed the cool glass container against my moist pussy. I grinded my pussy lips against the wine, enjoying contact while I had it. When he was done teasing me like that, He took a last drink, leaving just an ounce behind. Then he poured that last bit of wine down my sweet cunny slit and all over my furry mound. Now the bottle was empty, and all that was left to taste, was me.

 "Taste me;“ I invited him. I was on the verge of begging for his touch. But I didn’t have to beg because his lips met my nipple. He didn’t play around. He went straight for the hard suck, like he was reading my horny mind.

 I moaned loudly, arching my chest toward his face. When he released my nipple from his hard suck, I could see the trail of saliva from his lips to the tip of my nipple.

He treated my other nipple just the same, sucking harder, and harder, encouraged by my positive reaction.

My tits wanted more of him, but he pulled away; and to my surprise, started to slap my tits one after the other. From the outer sides, his alternating slaps sent the one hefty tit bouncing into the other, in a chain reaction.

To watch them jerk and jiggle was fascinating him. My nipples seemed to be growing even bigger, and more sensitive to his tongue, and hard suction. I wondered if they tasted like the sweet white wine.

 "Are you ready for your present?” he asked.

I looked down at his cock as he unwrapped the big red ribbon; and let it fall on my mound. My mouth was wide open, already anticipating being orally filled by his thick and long cock. It was the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen. Alright, so I haven’t actually seen many erect cocks, in person. But his far surpassed my embellished fantasies.

 He gave me a closer look at his cock, as he straddled further up, on top of me. With his dick just centimeters away from my lips; he stroked himself and showed me the precum already seeping from his delicious head.

“You know, darling; My ancestors celebrated the holidays with a big log, A Yule, log, they called it. A thick log that was slowly fed into the hearth, where it burned several night, until the new year.“ John slowly pulled the foreskin tightly back, and his shiny phallus reflected the lamplight. “The Yule, log was a warm treat to make the home a cozy place, and never failed to meet the need.” He said.

John rubbed his cock all over my face, making me wet with his precum. I reached out my tongue to lick him but he withdrew teasingly. “Have you been a good girl, this year, Mindy?”

“A very good girl,” I replied.

He let his cock slap my cheeks, getting closer and closer to my mouth. Once he was close enough, I grabbed his cock with my lips and held onto him. He let out an initial moan as I welcomed in his fullness into my hungry mouth. His cock was getting more slippery by the second. Tantalizingly sliding in and out of my wet oral hole. As my lips clamped him in place, my tongue massaged his frenulum, just under the tip and along the ridge of his glans crown.

It had been too long since I sucked a cock. Yes, I was a virgin, but I had the pleasure of sucking teen cock, a couple of times before. At a high school cast party, after the last

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Tiberius ‘Ty’ Marshall, 35, Lieutenant Colonel Australian Army Special Air Service. Black Hair, Grey Eyes. Big teddy bear.

Charlotte ‘Lottie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, long hair, service submissive.

Leticia ‘Lettie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, shoulder length hair, tomboy.

Talia Becker, 27, Major Israeli Defense Force, Black hair, long hair, braided, willful, but devoted.

Alice Rai, 31, Doctor of Medicine, Black hair, blue eyes, partial Indian descent, complete submissive.

Elizabeth Connors, 21, younger sister of Jaxson Connors. University Student, Finance

Beatrice Martin, 32, with French Directorate-General for External Security. Tech expert and hobby tinker. Blonde, Blue eyes.

Grace Lawry, 33, Captain, US Air Force. Tiberius' old friend. Formerly partnered with Benjamin Morgan and the person who involved Ty in the Quaranteam Project.

Juno Claudius, 37, Lawyer friend of Tiberius and the Evans'. Has two children with Tiberius; Bellona(Bella) and Mars.

Zoe Evans, 19, daughter of Tiberius' good friends Toby and Matilda Evans and Tiberius' 'niece'. University Student. Not yet bonded, but definitely part of the family.

Addison Taylor -39, Captain, Royal Australian Navy. Auburn Hair, Blue eyes. Ty's latest partner and liaison with the Navy. Sensible woman who really wants a child before it's too late.
House Valiant:

Rayne Valiant, 28, 6'10, fit and muscular. Scientist, younger brother of the twins and head of Australian Quaranteam Project Research and Development.

Stella Andersen, 28, Virologist, Blonde, Blue eyes, slightly curvy. Rayne's fiancée

Hasumi Saegusa, 27, Doctorate in biochemistry, Black hair, Black eyes. Japanese woman, formerly paralyzed from the knees down. Has been in love with Ray for years.

Simone Jennings, 22, 2nd Lieutenant, Black hair, blue eyes, African descent, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

Patricia 'Trish' Barclay, 23, Lieutenant, Blonde hair, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

Victoria Whitlock, 31, Geneticist, brown hair in a pixie cut. Generally calm, with a careful nature and analytical mind.

Evelyn Taylor, 35, Major Australian Army Special Air Service. Auburn hair, blue eyes. Latest addition to House Valiant. Great soldier, highly regarded.
House Morgan:

Benjamin Morgan, 36, Doctor. Was acting (under duress) on behalf of the same Sheikh as Connors. Ex-wife and daughter kidnapped. Deceased.

Theresa Miller, 28, Latest addition to House Morgan. Hospitalized and in critical condition.
Others:

Damian Marshall, 30, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service. Smaller version of Tiberius. Currently in France. 1 Partner.

William 'Bill' Anderson, Colonel. Somewhat stiff, but very capable officer. 2 Partners.

Jonathan Hoffmann, Lt. General. Friend of Tiberius' and the twins' grandfather. Current highest-ranking member of the Australian military. 1 Partner.

Narmada Rai, Alice's grandmother. Doctor of Medicine, helping Ty coordinate the medical workers around Victoria. Ty is trying to set her up with Jonathan Hoffmann.

Barry 'Baz' Davis, Brigadier. Good friend of Tiberius. In charge of personnel at Victoria Barracks. 3 Partners.

Jaxson Connors, Major, currently under arrest for abuse of authority and attempted murder. Was working with a Sheik to develop the Assassin Variant of DuoHalo.

Nikoletta Bianci, 35, Ty's friend and the woman managing the Vineyards belonging to the Marshall family.

As minutes passed, Juno finally got control of her body back and her hands went to Ty's, trying futilely to pull his fingers away as she cried out.

"Please, no! No more fingers, Ty! Just take me, you brute! Take that magnificent cock and pound me into submission! Make me, the mother of your firstborn children, yours for good! I love you, Tiberius."

The big soldier needed no further invitation, pinning her arms above her head with one hand as he kissed her again, using the other to line himself up. He was beyond aroused and knew he wouldn't last long, but the Dom in him wanted him to hold on until she begged for it. Juno wasn't a submissive, and he didn't intend to push her in that direction, but he couldn't help the thoughts. Instead, he drew his hips forward and was greeted with the warm, wet sensation of her snatch enveloping him. His thrusts were automatic, and his conscious brain had no input on his actions.

He had bred this woman; she was his. She just needed to accept that fact once and for all.

A small part of Ty knew that was his caveman brain speaking, but the caveman was in charge just then and didn't care. He had to reclaim her, teach her not to hide things ever again. He had to --

He froze as he noticed the pitch of Juno's cries had changed and his eyes widened as he realized he had been absolutely slamming himself into her. Her head was rolling and for a moment he couldn't tell if she was in pain, or if she was even conscious.

Then her head snapped towards him and she screamed at him. "Don't stop! Oh Gods, don't stop!"

He started thrusting again and her cries reached fever pitch as she reached her peak but couldn't crest it once again.

"Claim me! Claim me, stud! Fill me with your seed and give me more kids. Give our kids some brothers and sisters! I'll never leave your side again, so just fill me!"

He couldn't hold it any longer, so he did as the woman asked and let go, filling her with blast after blast of cum. Juno bucked under him so hard she nearly threw him off the bed, but he gripped the sheets and adjusted so every shot ended inside her.

Finally, when both of their orgasms had died down, only his heaving breaths and the quiet whispers remained.

"Imprinting; Imprinting; Imprinting."

Ty rolled off Juno and just lay there for a moment. He was sore; he knew he'd overdone it with his midsection not fully healed, but he hadn't been able to help himself. Something in him had snapped, and he was just glad he hadn't hurt her.

Getting up slowly, he winced a little as he felt the pull at his side, one of the stitches may have torn. He'd have to get Alice to look at it. Later. He strode back into the bathroom, grabbing the washcloth he'd set aside earlier and dampening it slightly with warm water before returning to the bedroom and cleaning Juno up. Covering her, he returned to the bathroom and wiped himself down too, before dressing and leaving the room. He had some thinking to do.

Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 7:30 PM

Ty sat alone at the desk where it had all begun, contemplating the number eleven.

Eleven days and just about eleven hours ago, his life hadn't just been changed, but completely and thoroughly upended. Certainly for the better, but Ty knew he still hadn't spent any time just; processing. In eleven days, he had become sexually and romantically entwined with eight, no, nine women. Ok, Zoe may not have bonded with him yet, but there was no escaping that, not that he wanted to. And now, Uncle Jon had decided to drop not one, but two more people on him, bringing the total up to eleven. His side twinged, and he realized that even the latest injuries brought the count for his bullet scars up to eleven.

"Fucking eleven." That number would now be a source of trauma, he was sure. He really needed to look at that list of therapists, but now there was a genuine chance that Uncle Jon would try and have them join his Team.

There was a shuffling noise from outside the room and Ty glanced over, not surprised to see the rest of his new family, watching him silently.

"Something on my face, ladies?"

Lettie chuckled as they all filed in. "Consternation. Possibly a bit of irritation. A whole lot of confusion. Oh, and a beard."

Zoe laughed. "It's more like 80% beard, and a bit of the other things, Lettie. What was that about eleven, Ty?"

He sighed. "Eleven Days. Eleven;”

"Partners." Liz finished the sentence, and Ty wasn't going to mention the part about his injuries in any case, so he just nodded. "Though you haven't bonded three of them." She'd been opening up the last few days, and now seemed to have found her place in the house.

"I haven't even met two of them. Ok, that's not entirely true. I've met Addison before, once. And who even knows who this South Korean woman is?"

Liz laughed. "I do. Kang Mi-Rae is a household name in Korea. She's an actress, and Mr. Hoffmann was right. She's extremely pretty. She's had a lot of leading roles in K-dramas, and she actually went to school here. Plus, she seems really nice from interviews."

"Well, damn. That's something else. But Liz, I'm actually hoping Uncle Jon was just joking. Not that I have anything against her, but I'm completely overwhelmed as it is. I want to properly spend some time with all of you first." He rubbed at his face, trying to piece together his thoughts. "I genuinely think that the only reason I haven't gone to pieces is that aside from you and Alice, I have a history with all of my partners. Some more than others, but still. I knew something about them going into this relationship. But I want to build on that, and I can't if I keep getting new people added in."

Liz looked thoughtful. "I suppose that's fair;”

"Liz, I haven't even had the proper time to get to know you. And that's something we both wanted to do and adding more people wouldn't be fair to you or anyone else, for that matter. What happens when there's more people competing for the same finite amount of time?"

She seemed to get it then. "I suppose you'll get spread thin. Or thinner than you are already."

Ty nodded but said no more on the topic. Instead, Zoe wanted to backtrack. "Ok, so I get the eleven partners thing. What about eleven days and eleven hours?"

Ty gestured towards the women around him. "October 21st is when this all began, sweetheart. At roughly 8:30AM. The day all of our lives began to change."

"Holy shit, was it really that recently? I mean, I was out of the loop for a while, but I thought with how much everything's developed that this has been going on for months now."

"Hardly. I'd not be struggling so much with all of this if it had been over months. But that's neither here nor there. What can I do for all of you? I assume you came to see me for a reason."

The young woman shuffled her feet a little but looked him in the eye. "Well, we really just came to check on you, but I also wanted to ask when you're going to imprint me?"

"We need to get some meat back on those bones first, I think. As it stands, I'll break you into pieces if I try. And there's also the issue of a regeneration happening. If we spin the roulette and you undergo one, there's no telling if your body has enough spare resources to keep you alive. I don't know if it's safe, Zoe."

She looked a little put out but nodded. "Would you do it if someone more medically qualified gave the OK?"

"If a doctor clears you, sure. But I don't want to put you at risk if we don't have to. Unless you change your mind about joining the family, you're already in, so there's nothing to fear on that front."

"I want that connection, Ty. I don't want to be outside the loop."

"You won't be, sweetheart. But nobody wins if you get hurt in the process." Pausing, he turned his attention to Alice. "Could you check on my stitches later, Alice? I think I may have gone overboard while I was with Juno." The caramel-skinned beauty's blue eyes went wide and she rushed over, pulling Ty's shirt up with a lot more force than necessary.

"You've ruptured one and another is hanging on by a thread, you brute. Just how forcefully did you move to do this much damage?"

Ty shrugged. "Like I said, overboard."

Alice just sighed and asked for one of the others to bring the first aid kit.

"Well, you're going to have to be more careful, or you risk the injury going septic. We can't afford that."

"Alright, alright, I'll be careful."

Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 8:45 PM

"Hey Nik. How's things? How are you and Catalina?"

The bubbly, upbeat voice of Ty's friend Nikoletta came over the line and Ty couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Ty! Good to hear from you. Everything's going fine. Because the vineyards are so big, people can maintain distance from one another easily, and we don't run with huge crews to begin with, so everything's plugging along nicely for us. As for Catalina, she's doing great. She was asking about you, actually."

Ty chuckled. The relationship between Tiberius Marshall and Catalina Cabrera had been a tumultuous one. Until they'd met, Nik had always just referred to him as 'her boss' and had never delved into their personal relationship as friends. So, when he'd invited them both to dinner, just so he could get to know Catalina, they'd accepted. But things had turned sour when Catalina had turned up while Ty was giving Nik a hug and kiss of greeting, with the fiery Spanish woman slapping him hard across the face and accusing him of taking advantage of an employee. She had been calling him every name under the sun and Ty had almost lost his temper with her before Nik recovered from her shock and intervened. It still took nearly an hour for Catalina to calm down enough to actually accept the situation and by the end of the night, she had been feeling bad about what she'd done, but the relationship between them hadn't really improved. It had taken several months before they had both been willing to admit they were friends. Now, she trusted him almost as much as Nik did, and it was a point of pride for him.

"What does your firebrand need from me, Nik?"

She paused. "I can't say. She wanted to discuss it in person, but since that can't happen right now, she said we can do it over video. Would you mind if we swapped over to a video call?"

Ty let out a laugh and pushed the button on his phone to make the swap. "Sure, I bet she just wants to see me shirtless again."

Ty realized that he must have been on speaker, because he could hear Catalina yelling something at him in her native Castilian Spanish and his laughter just grew.

It was actually Catalina's face in the center of the screen when the video feed kicked in and she gasped. "What the hell did you do to yourself, cabrón? Why the bandages?"

Ty winced. He'd forgotten about the head wrap after Alice had re-stitched his side. "Uh. Long story short, I got shot."

"Shot! How the hell did you get shot, idiota? You shouldn't have even been out of the house!"

"A lot of stuff has happened in the last ele.. fortnight." Ty actually flinched at the number before correcting himself. "To be fair, that's partially what I wanted to call Nik and you about."

Nik stuck her head into the frame and raised an eyebrow. "You wanted to tell us you got shot? I mean, that's important, but; why?"

"Not that I got shot, but the circumstances and some other things that are changing. Look. I've sent you both an email. I need you to read it over and sign it. Can you do that now? I can't say much otherwise. I've sent the same thing to both of you, just so you know."

Nik's head turned away for a moment and she glanced over the email. "What the hell is this, Tiberius? An NDA? After all we've been through? You don't trust us?"

Ty rolled his eyes, prompting a look from Catalina, but his words were clear. "It's because I trust you that we're even having this conversation, Nik. But this is Government stuff. No matter how much I may trust you, the bigwigs trust nobody that they can't bring the hammer down on. Now, will you sign the damned paperwork or not? Both of you. I'll call you back once the signed papers hit my inbox."

"Ty, wai-..”

He cut the line and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. Lottie walked into the room with a cup of tea on a tray and put it in front of him, before draping herself over his shoulders and nuzzling his cheek.

"Problems, Ty?"

"No, love. Not really, anyway. I just; don't know exactly what I'm going to tell them. I mean, what can I say that is going to give them any hope?"

She was silent, not knowing if there were any words that would truly fit. They shared a moment of silence before Ty turned his head and left a kiss on her cheek.

"Sounds about right, love. But I started down the slope, and it's too late to stop. The email just popped through, so I guess I should keep my word and call them back."

"Would you like for me to stay?"

He took a moment to consider. "Yeah, maybe. Actually, could you get Alice, too? I'd like to have her backing here too."

She nodded and pulled away from his back, turning to go. He watched her go and turned back to his phone, starting another video call. They must have been waiting, because it didn't even finish ringing once before they picked up.

Nik basically shouted at him, her expression dark. "Ok stronzo, we signed the paperwork. Now tell us what this is all about!"

"You'll be getting more emails in just a moment. Reading material. None of this can be leaked outside of you two for now. That's what the NDAs are for. I've been brought in on a major project."

The two women listened with their undivided attention as Ty laid out the Quaranteam Project. He asked Alice to detail the medical information, and for Lottie to detail her experiences with the whole thing. Their expressions grew graver with each passing moment until finally, he paused prompting them to ask questions.

Catalina spoke up first. "Why are you telling us this now? You've said it yourself that you don't have a way for us to bond to one another just yet."

"Because I'm the project lead, and Nik and I, and you indirectly, Cat, have a personal connection. I don't want that connection tainted by my not telling you when I have a means under which to do so. But at the same time, because I don't have something that works specifically for you two in your circumstances, all I can do is ask you two to stay safe."

Nikoletta hadn't spoken, just taking things in for the moment. After several minutes of silence, she met Ty's eyes and spoke. "Ty, can you leave this with us for a little while? Cat and I need to read over the material you sent us and have a discussion about what we do with it all. Give us a couple of days, tops. I promise it won't get out."

"Don't shut me out, Nik. I don't want to lose a friend over this."

"You won't, you dumb lug. We just need to process all of this."

Ty sighed, but nodded acquiescence. "Be safe, yeah?"

Cat snorted. "We are safer than the idiota that gets himself shot during a quarantine."

"Yeah, well, you should see the other guys. Speak soon?"

Nik's voice was quiet, but her tone was exasperated. "Yes, you big hairball. We won't just ghost you. We have a business to run." There was a long pause and Ty was about to hang up when she continued. "Just; don't call us. We'll call you when we're ready."

Catalina ended the call and Ty let his head fall onto the desk. Alice and Lottie watched him for a moment before Alice deadpanned. "Well, that could have gone worse."

Ty just sighed.
Chapter 11.

Victoria Barracks, Melbourne CBD, Victoria, Australia, November 4, 2020, 12:45 PM

"I was somewhat hoping to see Evie before we left, Lieutenant Colonel." The husky voice of Captain Addison Taylor sounded somewhat tired as she sank into a chair opposite Tiberius. He took in her form as he poured her a cup of tea, her dress uniform snug against her hourglass body. She was short, just about 5'3" and fit, her long auburn hair pulled back into a low bun. She watched him back, her blue eyes flicking over his form in her own evaluation of him. Ty knew she had a few years on him at 39, but it sure as hell didn't show, with only the barest hint of crow's feet beginning to form around her eyes. She nodded to herself, then just sat silently, waiting for his response.

It was a rare day for Ty to be back at Victoria Barracks, but he'd dropped in as Addison's ship had been scheduled to dock at Station Pier that day. Given the proximity of the base and the pier, Ty had judged that it'd certainly be easier to speak to her from the base as opposed to waiting until she reached his home, as she'd most likely be under the effects of the serum by that point and in little condition to have a conversation.

"I understand that, Captain, but there are things that do need to be discussed. And Major Taylor isn't here right now."

"Can we speak freely?" Ty gestured fo

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Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 4:45 AM

Sleep still eluded him, so Ty sat on a plush sofa in his basement, the whole thing having been extended twice over the years to encompass a full wine cellar and small apartment with lounge area all in the one space. The apartment was originally intended for Ty's parents to use after they turned the house over to their eldest. Or at least, that had been the plan until their illnesses had claimed them early.

When Antonio Marshall, Tiberius' great-grandfather, had first built their family home in the early 40s, the sprawling house had four bedrooms on just the one level, with a basement, originally to be used as a wine cellar. He had bought the land for cheap and planned to turn the acreage behind the lot into a vineyard for his wife. Unfortunately, they had zoned the land for residential, and so the vineyard had to be moved a little further towards the heart of the Yarra Valley. There, it thrived, and three generations of Marshall women had managed it: his great-grandmother, his grandmother, and his mother. Each generation had added to both that growing business and the house, expanding and remodeling once it became theirs. By the time of his mother's passing, the vineyards operating under the Marshall banner had grown to encompass a good third of the valley; the house had been remodeled to have a second story and extended basement, and now, both had passed into the hands of Tiberius and Damian, though Damian had no interest in running the business and had turned over his interest to Ty for a fair price. They had both, however, agreed that the first among them to have children would let those children inherit the house, as had been tradition.

Tiberius, being a full-time soldier and not having the time or the knowledge to run the vineyards, had hired a manager; conveniently a school friend of his, and had given them a major stake in the business as a means of payment and as a way to ensure they would be invested in the long-term. It had proven to be a very smart decision, as under Nik's careful watch, the vineyards had thrived just as they had under his mother and grandmother's watch. Now, with both his Army income and the passive income from his controlling interest in the vineyards, Ty was set for life.

Recently, Ty had been considering retrofitting the apartment into; well, into a playroom. That plan had come to a screeching halt two days ago. Ok, that wasn't entirely true. He was still considering making it into a playroom, but now the term 'playroom' had taken on an additional, completely non-erotic meaning, and well, he was okay with that too. Admittedly, that may have been at least a little due to the albums scattered across the coffee table before him. Juno had brought them over when she'd brought some of their things the previous day. His partners and the kids were asleep upstairs, though Ty had awoken early and come down here to just; think. He pored over the albums, a separate one for each year of the children's lives. Juno meticulously documented everything. Every step, every milestone. Every moment he'd missed.

Again, the thought rankled. He'd downplayed it on the day, but he was devastated to have missed so much of his children's lives. Who cared that it happened in a drunken stupor? It happened, and it was too late to change that. Six whole years. Part of Ty wanted to scream, to shout at Juno and Zoe and tell them just how badly this hurt, tell them how selfish their decision to keep him ignorant was, but the rational part of him knew it would only do more harm than good. Everyone could see just how terrible they felt for their roles in the deception, and Ty wouldn't be the one to drive them into a corner to assuage his feelings. Especially not when it would change nothing. No, he had to figure out how to get over this and move on. Just another thing to add to the pile.

He refocused his attention on the albums, smiling as he saw the kids in the photos. Their first steps. Playing in a kiddy pool with Zoe. Their first day in daycare. A visit to Juno's parents' ranch. Every photo sent a thrill of happiness through him alongside a surge of sadness.

Never again. I don't ever want to feel this sadness again.

Letting out a deep sigh, he leaned back, closing his eyes as the tiredness finally set in.

He was asleep in seconds.

Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, November 1, 2020, 9:00 AM

Ty awoke to feel gentle weights leaning on either side of him. Whoever it was had turned out the lights, and for an instant, he thought it was the kids, but the presences were too big for that. Turning his head one way, he could just make out the ash blonde locks of Béa as she leaned against him. On his other side, Grace had an album in her lap and was carefully leafing through it, a gentle, but decidedly sad smile on her face. He had imprinted both the previous day after being released from the hospital, and both had slept for over half a day. Now, it seemed they were finally awake.

"Good morning, ladies, when did you two wake up?" He tested his left arm, finding that there was just the barest hint of pain left, before pulling both women closer to him. Béa purred, snuggling in closer, and Grace let herself lean against him, still not taking her eyes from the photos. Ty enjoyed feeling her back in his arms, realizing how much he'd missed the sensation and that he hadn't quite gotten to experience it the previous day. Even with what he'd been told about how frenzied a woman would become after being injected with the 'Dead Man's Switch' as Grace had called it, he hadn't been prepared for just how animalistic she became. Ty had been intimate with her before, and he knew she could get wild, but this was nothing like that. Almost seconds after Alice had administered the serum, she had quite literally slammed into him like a cum-seeking missile, knocking him to the floor with her entire body weight and proceeding to ride him like a madwoman until he couldn't help but give her what she craved. Still, it had been an experience he'd never forget, and it meant that she was safe, even if he had a few new scratch marks on his chest and back to show for it.

"We awoke not long ago, mon amour, and were surprised to find you gone. It's just past nine now, so Alice and Talia have already gone to the hospital to fetch Zoe. Charlotte and Leticia are in the kitchen, making preparations for later and Juno and Elizabeth are looking after the children. Why are you sleeping down here?"

"I nodded off. I; was spending some time just looking at these and I guess the tiredness finally caught up with me. You two could have stayed in bed."

Grace finally looked up from the album, a small smile on her face. "We wanted to be near you, but you weren't in bed with us. So, we came looking and found you fast asleep down here." That smile took on a hint of sadness, and she continued. "For a moment, I thought you didn't want to share the bed with us, but then I saw the albums scattered on the coffee table."

Ty shrugged. "No, I'm always happy to share a bed with a couple of beauties. I just couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you, so I went downstairs. It was later that I realized I wouldn't be able to wake you since you two were in imprinting sleep. Then I saw the albums and brought them down here so I wouldn't disturb anyone else, no matter how I reacted to their contents."

The words brought a look of deep concern to both women's faces as Béa asked, "Are you still angry with Juno? She's almost beside herself with worry, mon amour."

Both women watched him carefully, and Ty took a moment to collect his thoughts. Juno had done her Oracle and had been quite surprised to see their compatibility was in the upper half of the 80s. Ty had just rolled his eyes at the news. He could have easily told her that. The girls had also reassured her that he wouldn't leave her hanging, so she had agreed to join the family, and Ty would imprint her either that night or the following one. So, no matter how he looked at it, he was not going to gain anything by remaining angry. Rather, he had far more to lose. But as long as he could be a part of the kids' lives, he'd be satisfied.

Eventually, he processed everything and spoke. "No. I'm not. I can't get the time back, but that's something no one can do anything about. But as long as she doesn't pull this kind of thing in the future, all is forgiven. She's given me two absolute treasures, so I consider myself a very lucky man and I won't take that for granted. But if I find out that I've inadvertently fathered more kids and nobody's seen fit to tell me, I might chuck an absolute spaz and none of you can tell me I'd be fucking wrong to do it." He shuddered a moment before he continued. "Having found out that I have six-year-olds made me think about old girlfriends I had from around twelve years ago and the terror that inspires is something I can genuinely do without."

Grace nodded, running a hand over the cover of the album in her lap. "Seeing these reminded me of Jason at that age." Her voice quivered as she spoke, and Ty understood.

"He'll be remembered. Have you spoken to Temperance since you got here? They're going to hear about Ben sooner or later, and they're going to worry about you."

She shook her head and leaned against Ty even more. "I've been so caught up in everything; and to top it off, the last few days have been;”

Leaning over, he kissed the top of her head and spoke into her oak-brown hair. "Go grab your phone if you don't have it already and give her a call. It's actually a reasonably good time, and I'd like for Temperance to know what's going on."

As Grace fumbled for her phone, Béa stretched and began to rise, but Ty stopped her, pulling her back into his arms.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"To give you some privacy. This is Grace's family, no? What business do I have ..”

Grace reached out and took the French woman's hand in hers. "You've been sluffing, Béa. Ty's been saying repeatedly that his Team is his family and since we're both bound to him, you're now my sister in bond, even as Tempe is my sister by blood." She put their hands over his heart and Ty instinctively squeezed them tighter against him. "Can't you feel it? We're in there, girl. And above all, I'd be happy to introduce you to my family. You're already a part of it. Plus, mom loves hearing accents. She positively gushed over Ty's when I brought him home."

Ty chuckled. "You told me we were going to lunch." He turned his head to look at Béa, a wry grin on his face while Grace stifled a snort on his other side. "However, she failed to mention that lunch was at her mum's place." His expression went deadpan, and Grace began to squirm, barely able to contain herself. "With her entire family. Who already knew about me. I was blindsided by the fucking Spanish Inquisition."

Finally unable to take it, Grace erupted into a fit of giggles. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!"

Béa burst into laughter and Ty just sighed.

"Just call your sister, ya goof."

It took barely two rings before the call was answered and Temperance's face stared back at the screen. "Now look who's finally decided to call. Hi baby sis, how're things?"

"Hi Tempe, a lot of stuff happened and things have been moving pretty fast. Sorry I haven't called."

"Work stuff. I get it. Where's Ben? That doesn't look like ..” Ty leaned into the frame and the woman, a very marginally older version of Grace, smiled broadly. "As I live and breathe, Tiberius Marshall. I wondered when Grace would let us see you again. Where have you been hiding?" Turning her head, Temperance called out to someone off-screen. "Martin, Mom, come have a look. Grace is on the line with Tiberius."

Ty gave her a warm smile. "Under a rock, as it so happens, Temperance. It's great to see ya. You look lovely, as always."

"Flatterer. Now, I'd start by asking what's up, but from the looks of you two, I can see there's a story to tell, so I'll wait until Mom and Martin join us. They'll want to see you both."

Ty took the phone from Grace's hand and held it out a little so all three of them entered the frame. "Oh. All three of you. My, isn't she gorgeous. Tiberius, you sly dog you."

Ty just grinned. "I reckon the phrase is 'a flower in both hands'. Though truth be told I've got the whole bloody bouquet, and never has a man been so happy with flowers."

Temperance laughed and Béa blushed before giving Ty a gentle swat on the chest. At that moment, another head appeared onscreen and Ty marveled at how much like sisters these mother and daughter appeared to be. "Hello, Tiberius. It's lovely to see you, dear."

"Hi. Prudence. Likewise. Though you look even younger than before. You've got to tell us the secret. Most people don't age in reverse."

The older woman tittered, a faint blush tingeing her cheeks. "If only, dear. So, I understand you've gotten in on this whole partnering thing, Tiberius? How many do you have now?"

The smile on Ty's face froze and he choked for a moment. "Uh;”

Temperance smiled widely and prodded at the opening her mother had left. "Oh, come on. Martin has three partners now, including me. Surely, you've got a couple more lovely ladies on top of that beauty beside you?"

Now Ty was sweating. He didn't know how she'd react to hearing the number. "Sure; a couple."

Temperance gave him a look and swung her gaze to either side of him. "Will one of you answer that question? He's clearly not going to. How about you, uh; ?" Temperance fixed her gaze on Béa, but floundered as she didn't know the other's name.

Béa giggled and spoke. "I am Beatrice. Beatrice Martin. It is lovely to meet you, Temperance, and you as well, Prudence. It is very clear where Grace gets her, well, grace."

Prudence positively melted at the sound of Béa's voice. "Oh my. French, right? Such a beautiful voice too. It's wonderful to meet you, Beatrice. So, do tell, how many lovely ladies does that big fella have? I have my guesses, but I'd like to know how close I am."

Smiling, Béa counted them off. "There's Charlotte, Leticia, Talia, Alice, Elizabeth, myself, Grace, and soon, Juno and Zoe."

Tempe's smile had swiftly transformed into an expression of astonishment, and she gave Ty a stern gaze. "Why is my sister counted there? She's partnered with Ben Morgan."

Grace gave her sister a look. "Ben; Ben passed away, Tempe. He got involved with bad people and was forced into something he wouldn't have done otherwise. Then those people killed him."

"So, you jumped ship?"

Temperance's voice had no small amount of judgement in it and Ty couldn't help himself. "Tempe. Since you have been paired, you no doubt know at least some of the aspects of the serum. Like perhaps the requirement for a woman to exchange bodily fluids, or rather, semen, with her partner? The gradual buildup of lust and loss of control when it doesn't happen? What do you think happens if a woman's partner dies and is no longer producing that?"

Both women paled, their eyes going wide. "But then; how?"

Ty's shrug was noncommittal. "We made it work. None of us can talk about how, so don't bother asking, and you can't let that tidbit out, either. But Grace asked the rest of the family if she could join, and they approved, so they approached me about it. As you might imagine, given our history and ongoing friendship, I was never going to say anything but yes, and here we are. That said, I wanted Grace to call and let you know that she was okay, since there might be whispers down the grapevine that something's happened to Ben, and by extension, her."

While they seemed a little off kilter at the news, they were genuinely happy that Grace was safe, and so they chatted idly for a minute until a third and fourth face appeared on their side of the screen.

"Hey there, Ty. You're looking'; comfy. This is Sally, my third partner. Georgia, my second, isn't feeling all that well today, so she'll sit this one out."

"Good day Martin. How ya going'? And nice to meet you, Miss Sally. The name's Tiberius. Tiberius Marshall. You already know Grace, I presume, and this is Beatrice Martin."

Temperance's husband was a rugged guy with sandy blonde hair and brown eyes. He made his living as a manager at a construction company with a big rep and a penchant for handling government contracts. Sally was a clearly younger woman, probably in her early 20s, a slender waif of a thing with her flowing red hair braided down her back. She gave Ty and Béa a brilliant smile as she stepped up and gave both Prudence and Temperance a hug.

"It's very nice to meet you, Tiberius. And just call me Sally. Mama Pru and Tempe told me about how Grace was going to Australia and then about you. They made you sound like quite the hunk, but they didn't do you justice."

"Well, Sally, you and Martin both seem to have excellent taste in partners. He'll treat you right. And if he doesn't, well; Tempe will take care of him."

They all laughed, and Ty spent a moment observing them before movement from Béa caught his attention. She was typing away on her phone and he gave her a questioning nudge.

"The others are coming down to join us. Well, those who are here. If we're still on the call when the last three arrive, then all the better, no?"

Ty nodded and felt a smile tugging at his lips at the sound of the little footsteps thundering down the stairs. They had been nervous when Juno had brought them to the house but had quickly relaxed when they saw the large backyard and the assortment of play goods that Ty had dragged out of storage. By evening, they were exploring the whole house freely, their laughter brightening everyone's day.

Now, they thundered down the stairs, eager voices laughing and calling out 'Dad' as they ran towards him. He passed the phone back to Grace and scooped the children onto his lap, noting that while everyone else had come up to the sofa, Juno was staying a few steps behind. He waved her over and she took a deep breath, seemingly relieved.

"Temperance, Martin, Prudence, Sally; I'd like to introduce some people. Behind me are some of my other partners. Charlotte and Leticia Valiant are the twins. Elizabeth Connors is the lovely young brunette standing behind Béa, and last but not least, is Juno Claudius, the mother of these two rug rats. And of course, these two are Bellona and Mars. My kids."

Ty had hesitated for just a moment at the last two words, knowing the loss Grace's family had only recently suffered. But contrary to his fears, as the kids said hello and introduced themselves, Temperance and Martin smiled warmly and responded in kind. Prudence had tears in her eyes, but she too gave her greetings and introduced herself as 'Granny Pru'. The kids warmed up to them immediately, and Martin turned his gaze to Ty.

"They're adorable, Ty. Miss Juno, they're positively a credit to you. You must be so proud."

Even though they could see the sadness in his expression, Juno's smile was a mile wide.

Finally, Grace's father also joined, having woken up from his nap. Grandpa Tom had his focus on the kids, having set up a separate call with Ty and Martin's phones so they could chat without interruption. The adult group spent another several minutes just chatting, while the kids regaled their new grandpa with tales of their 'adventure' in Ty's house the previous day.

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun, kids. It'll be wonderful to meet you in person sometime."

The last was clearly aimed at the adults, and Ty nodded. "It'll be good to get the whole extended family together once things cool down. Hell, the kids are going to be so spoiled with that many grandparents around, and hopefully, the ladies that want kids of their own will be well on their way to having them."

Charlotte tapped him on the shoulder, and he nodded. "Hey, I'm sorry to chat and run, but we've actually got guests coming today. Bit of downtime before we get really stuck into it, so I thought we'd have a bit of a barbie. Have some fun and that. Once everyone's around, we can give you another call if it hasn't gotten too late for all of you. I know it's already mid-arvo there now."

Prudence answered for everyone with a brilliant smile. "That would be lovely, Tiberius. It's Saturday here, so we don't have to worry about getting up in the morning, so you can call a bit later too, if you want. The only thing we have on tomorrow is the usual Sundae dinner."

"Sounds good, Prudence. We'll speak later."

Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australi

Based on a post by SilverRyden, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Tiberius ‘Ty’ Marshall, 35, Lieutenant Colonel Australian Army Special Air Service. Black Hair, Grey Eyes. Big teddy bear.

Charlotte ‘Lottie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, long hair, service submissive.

Leticia ‘Lettie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, shoulder length hair, tomboy.

Talia Becker, 27, Major Israeli Defense Force, Black hair, long hair, braided, willful, but devoted.

Alice Rai, 31, Doctor of Medicine, Black hair, blue eyes, partial Indian descent, complete submissive.

Elizabeth Connors, 21, younger sister of Jaxson Connors. University Student, Finance

Béatrice Martin, 32, with French Directorate-General for External Security. Tech expert and hobby tinker. Blonde, Blue eyes.
House Valiant:

Rayne Valiant, 28, 6'10, fit and muscular. Scientist, younger brother of the twins and head of Australian Quaranteam Project Research and Development.

Simone Jennings, 22, 2nd Lieutenant, Black hair, blue eyes, African descent, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

Patricia 'Trish' Barclay, 23, Lieutenant, Blonde hair. Girl next door vibes.
House Morgan:

Benjamin Morgan, 36, Doctor. Was acting (under duress) on behalf of the same Sheikh as Connors. Ex-wife and daughter kidnapped. Deceased.

Grace Lawry, 33, Captain, US Air Force. Tiberius' old friend. Partnered with Benjamin Morgan and the person who involved Ty in the Quaranteam Project.

Theresa Miller, 28, Latest addition to House Morgan. Details currently unknown. Critically Injured
Others:

Zoe Evans, 19, daughter of Tiberius' good friends Toby and Matilda Evans and Tiberius' 'niece'. University Student.

William 'Bill' Anderson, Colonel. Somewhat stiff, but very capable officer.

Barry 'Baz' Davis, Brigadier. Good friend of Tiberius. In charge of personnel at Victoria Barracks.

Jaxson Connors, Major, currently under arrest for abuse of authority and attempted murder. Was working with a Sheikh to develop the Assassin Variant of DuoHalo.

Juno Claudius, Lawyer friend of Tiberius and the Evans'. Has two children; Bellona(Bella) and Mars, twins, 6 years old.

"Tiberius!"

He ignored her, finding his uniform pants draped over a nearby chair and shuffling over to them. Putting them on would be an exercise in restraint and skill, what with one arm in a sling and bandages around his midsection. If either of them heard him voice his discomfort, they'd chain him to the bed for sure. He couldn't see his shirt, but then again, he didn't expect to. No matter. Hospital gown and pants would do the trick.

"You stubborn oaf! You could have died! You actually were bleeding out! You need to rest and let your body recover before you go pulling any of this nonsense!"

Talia was almost screaming the words as she stood there, barely centimeters away, but Ty knew it was coming from a place of worry and stress. Sinking into the chair, he grabbed Talia's wrist and pulled her into his lap. She didn't resist, startled at the suddenness of the action, and the big man wrapped his arm around the beautiful Israeli woman, holding her close.

"I get what you're saying. I also get why you're saying it. I appreciate it, my love. But while my health is certainly on your mind, you haven't said what's really bothering you." Ty felt her stiffening at the words 'my love' and suddenly, everything became clear. "Ah. Well. I got a little sidetracked that day, but I had intended to ask you to join me for a private dinner date, just the two of us. And though I reckon the item I ordered isn't quite ready yet, it was nevertheless going to be a night to remember. Tonight still can be that night, though."

Taking her left hand in his right, he brought it up to his lips and kissed just over where a ring would go. It was an action filled with a great deal of meaning and Talia buried her head in his chest, clearly unable to keep the smile from her face. "Idiot. With you injured as you are, I wouldn't be able to do half of what I'd want to. Nor would I be able to do it with half as much intensity." She turned her head and gave Béatrice a glance, her smile threatening to split her face in half. "Plus, you will likely have two women to imprint today as it is."

The French woman tutted. "Nonsense. I can hold off for another day. I also do have something of a request, if you don't mind, Tiberius?"

The big man nodded, sweeping his left arm out for her to continue before remembering that the arm in question was in a sling and not going to move very fast, or without pain. When he winced, Talia shifted and pulled the arm back to his side before getting up and allowing the French woman to take her place on his lap.

"Would you take me on another date as well?" For the first time, their eyes met, and though he could see the undertones of lust, there were two overarching emotions in her eyes among the myriad others. One was hope; hope he'd agree. Hope she'd make the impression she clearly thought she hadn't before. Hope that the relationship she'd wanted would bloom this time. But it was the second emotion that brought Ty's brain to a crashing halt.

That emotion, in those unforgettable eyes.

I know those eyes.

Rebooting, his eyes widened and he felt a renewed sense of guilt that he hadn't done right by the woman the last time they'd met. He'd agreed to go out with his brother and the two French ladies, but it hadn't been all that long since his last relationship had ended and he'd been distracted. Ty had to admit that with him being summarily abandoned by his previous partner, he wasn't in the right headspace for a date, but he hadn't been able to say no after just reconciling with his brother.

Over the course of that night, Ty hadn't once looked the woman in the eyes. Oh, he'd looked at her, and he'd conversed politely, but that hadn't been fair to her. Sure, he'd been hurting inside, but that gave him no right to hurt others with his casual cruelty. How he wished he could go back and kick himself.

And still she looked at him with those azure eyes. Eyes he hadn't seen during their previous encounter. Because I never looked her in the eyes after that. I'm a bastard.

"Definitely. And this time, Béa, you will get the evening you deserved the first time. The evening my self-absorbed ass should have given you then."

He knew those eyes. He'd seen them once before, long ago. Long before the double date. How had he not put it together in all this time? The borderline obsession she seemed to have with him. Her insistence on him.

"Amsterdam. In the alley. That was you."

At the mention of the city, Béa smiled so brightly she outshone the sun and she leaned in to kiss the man that had changed her fate all those years ago. Unable to believe it, Ty stared into those eyes; those pools of purest azure blue. When he had last seen them, the woman, Béa, Ty had to correct himself, had much longer hair, and it was midnight black, falling in waves around her face, not the straight ash blonde locks she shared with her sisters. She had been drunk, maybe drugged; he didn't know for sure at the time and hadn't been able to stick around for the report. He and two of the guys from the unit had been on leave, crawling through the pubs and nightlife of the famous city when they'd come across the scene. Six men were holding her down while she struggled. Their intent was clear, and the three Australians had intervened.

Three highly trained soldiers against a group of drunks. It wasn't anything as overstated as a fight. It was cleaned up in less than thirty seconds and while his companions had watched over the groaning goons, Ty had checked Béa's injuries. She had seemed dazed, but at the very least she was conscious. He knelt beside her and pulled his jacket off, checking for severe damage before he covered her. He could already see the bruises forming on her face, and scowled, wanting to turn and inflict further injury on the clowns behind him, but he met her gaze and was frozen to the spot.

Those perfect azure eyes. At that moment, they were filled with fear and panic at the situation around her, but they were no less beautiful for it.

He spoke gently, his eyes never wandering, not knowing if she spoke English, but he tried nevertheless, hoping his tone would do enough to keep her calm while he called for a cab. He could see that it was having some effect, as the fear and panic in them was slowly, but surely replaced with calm, and then something else. It was only when the cab arrived that he broke eye contact and lifted her in his arms. Ty gave the cabbie a single word, hospital, as he gently placed the bruised woman in the back seat and sat down beside her. All the while, her gaze never left Ty's face; her hand gripping his sleeve like a lifeline.

The moment they entered the hospital, the staff took one look and forcibly separated them, holding Ty in the lobby while security glared at him. At some point, a couple of others raced past him, their ash blonde hair flying like banners behind them. Ty ignored them, his attention focused on the security people who looked ready to attack him at any moment.

Eventually, a nurse came in and apologized, letting him know that Béa had vouched for him, but that she couldn't allow visitors aside from family, and they were already there. He nodded and asked the nurse to pass on a message, saying that he had to leave. He gave her a note with his name and a message to look him up if she was ever in Australia. With that, he had turned and left.

Back in the moment, Béa, still straddling Ty's lap, pulled something out of her chest pocket and showed it to the big man. He glanced down at it reluctantly, not wanting to break eye contact, but had to do a double take when he saw what it was. The note. Clearly laminated as if to preserve it. His eyes found hers again, and she smiled as the tears began to flow.

Those eyes hadn't changed at all. They were, just as they had been 10 years ago in that darkened alley, watching him, filled with adoration.

"Finally, you see me, mon amour. I have long awaited this day."

"I wasn't the only one to help you, Béa. Why me?"

"I have long since tracked down the other two and thanked them for what they did. I did also tell them not to tell you about it, since I wanted to thank you myself. I even saw one of them again at your base when I got here the other day. But to answer the real question, there was no singular reason why. I simply fell in love. And now that we are on equal footing, I can only hope that you will too."

Ty had no response and Béa just smiled.

Ty had expected tears from Zoe. The young woman had been through a lot over the last year, and any threat of losing what little she had left could destabilize her. When he made his way to her room, just a couple of doors from his own, he was greeted, not by tears but by her throwing things at him. He dodged the best he could and wrapped her in a hug.

"You stupid prick! What would we have done if you died! You need to be more careful!"

"You'd pick up the pieces and go on. You'd have to, sweetheart. But I didn't die, and I promise I'll take better care of myself. I get that I have a responsibility to all of you, but that isn't going to stop me from doing my job."

Her voice dropped to barely a whisper as she nuzzled into his chest. "A lot of people would be very sad if you died, Ty. More people than you even realize, so please, be more careful."

Ty had no time to ponder the words as Zoe pulled away and leaned upwards, giving him a chaste peck on the lips. Liz gave him a quick hug and kiss and looked to be about to speak, when suddenly, Alice was there, hooking her arm in his before pulling him out of the room. He was actually staggering backwards as she pulled him around the corner and back into his own room. He was just catching his balance as he turned, watching her shove the door shut before she laid a ferocious kiss on him. Not one to shy away from an aggressive woman, Ty responded, grunting only slightly as Alice's hands shifted and brushed the bandages wrapped around his midsection. But she didn't let go, burying her face in his neck.

"I'm sorry, but I've only just found you, Sir. You can't go around getting yourself killed."

Ty sighed. "I'm sure I'll be hearing variations of this all day, beautiful, so I won't apologize right now, but like I told Zoe, I promise I'll be more careful." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Alice, were there any other casualties? Either here or from Ray's Team?"

"A nurse. She was beaten unconscious and stuffed in a laundry closet."

"Probably the same closet the gunmen got the scrubs they were wearing from. I can't believe those clowns actually did the whole trope thing. Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's battered and bruised, but she'll heal. Admin will make sure she goes to therapy and the other nurses will keep an eye on her for a while."

"Good. Now, how are you holding up? You've carefully avoided mentioning that."

Ty could feel his beautiful doctor shudder as he asked the question, so he wrapped his arms around her tighter.

"I was terrified that either the abdominal wound or the head wound was fatal. At the time, with all the blood, it was impossible to tell how bad it was. Tiberius, I can't lose you. I just can't."

"I'm thankful I have a hard head. Now, I want you to look at me, Alice." She looked up, and her ice blue eyes met his, filled with anxiety. "I am right here. I am alive and you are mine, beautiful. So I need you to look at me and understand that I am here. If you ever need reassurance, touch that choker and remind yourself that you are claimed, and my word is your law. I gave you certain tenets to abide by when we pledged ourselves to one another. I'm adding one more, and this you will abide by, whether you hate me for it or not. Even if something should happen to me, you will move on and live until it is your time. I will not dictate that you should find another, that is a choice you must make. But you will continue living to the best of your ability, because I love you and do not want for you to follow me into death should the worst happen."

As the words spilled out, Alice's expression grew horrified and she made to speak, but Ty put a finger to her lips.

"I'm not done. This isn't being done to hurt you, nor am I planning on charging into more gunfights. I am giving you this order for my peace of mind, so that even if an accident were to occur, I wouldn't go knowing I dragged someone I love with me. I plan to live a long, happy life with all of you, so don't get all bent out of shape, okay?"

She still looked conflicted, but she nodded. "Can I assume you want the same for everyone in the family?"

"Absolutely. Now, according to Talia and Béa, the twins and Grace will be here soon, so let's gather everyone up in Zoe's room and have our discussions."

Alice looked surprised, then nodded. "Zoe didn't tell you? She said the woman you spoke to just before the attack is also coming. Her aunt?"

Ty smiled. "Not by blood. Same way I'm occasionally called 'Uncle Ty', Juno is 'Auntie J'. They've been close since she was an infant, even more so than me. Hell, I haven't actually seen Juno in person in almost 6 years. We've just both ended up so busy. It seems lawyering and soldiering have pretty bad compatibility, timewise. I've never even had a chance to meet her kids."

Alice looked taken aback. "Not once? In six years?"

"Nope. We're never in the same place long enough. I barely spent time here at home until this year, and then it was in lockdown, and I was injured. I couldn't go and meet them because while the kids may not suffer the effects of DuoHalo, they're carriers, and if they had it and gave it to me, I'd probably be dead, so we'd have never met. I admit, now that I'm not in danger, I'm looking forward to it. I've sent them a lot of gifts over the years, and I'd like for them to be able to put a face and voice to my name."

Alice gave him a gentle smile. "You really do like kids, huh."

"Very much so. I'm already looking forward to you telling me you're carrying ours, beautiful. We now know it all works, at least as of seven years ago."

Her smile grew, along with a definite blush. "Any one of the last few times we've been together may have taken. The timing is right, but we'll have to wait and see. I truly hope it did, though I would never tell my master no if he wanted more of me." She placed a hand on her belly and then pushed Ty down onto the edge of the bed. "But that's a question to be answered another day. Take that gown off. I need to check your bandages, and then we shall go and have your conference."

Ty grinned. He could smell her arousal, and his instincts were threatening to take over. Pulling her to him, he claimed her lips before kissing his way down her neck, his good arm holding her in place while he used his other to tweak her nipple over her clothes.

"Maybe you can check a few other things, too, beautiful. Undress."

She hesitated for just a moment, her professional concern warring with her desires.

"Tiberius; we shouldn't. Your injuries;”

He finished the thought for her. "Will be fine, beautiful. If it'll make you feel better, you can control the pace. Now undress and help me back out of these pants."

Taking a deep breath, she complied, unbuttoning his pants and sliding them down before her hands found the buttons on her blouse. Ty felt a growl building in his throat, and his kisses went from her neck down the curves of her marvelous tits, still sheathed in her bra. It wasn't anything particularly fancy, but Ty supposed she hadn't expected to be seducing anyone. Nevertheless, it was in the way.

"If I were an impatient man, Alice, I'd be biting my way through this bit of cloth already. But I'd hate to ruin a good bra."

She giggled, reaching up to undo the hook. "I thank you for your restraint, because in doing so you would get a mouthful of wire too. I'm rather generously equipped, my oh-so-patient master. The girls need the support and bras for larger cups are a nightmare to find."

She dropped her upper garments to the floor, and Ty wasted no time latching onto a nipple as she began to undo the button on her pants.

"Beautiful, we definitely need to get some milk going here. Can you turn on the spigot?"

His voice was muffled as he spoke around a mouthful of tit, and Alice laughed at the strange sensations and stranger words.

"I'll get right on that, sir. Give me about sixteen weeks from conception."

Dropping to her knees, she sucked his length into her mouth, taking it as deep as she could right away. Ty let his good hand find the back of her head and pushed down, getting himself even deeper in her throat.

"That's it. Get it all the way down. You want me to be good and ready. Once I'm nice and slippery, go ahead and take a ride. You can control the pace." He paused, stroking her head for a moment and smiling as his hands ran across her signature Alice band. "Gods, you're fucking perfect. How did I ever get so lucky?"

Alice pulled off his cock and looked him in the eye. There was passion in her eyes and she gave his shaft a good lick as she rose. "The same way I did in finding my perfect master. Serendipity and a mutual friend who knows us too well. But, well, it was love at first sight for me." Her eyes softened as she lined up her sex with his, and Ty could see the love she had for him as she gently slid herself onto his shaft.

Bottoming out, she squeezed him for a moment before slowly rocking her hips back and forth. Ty ground his hips into her, but she squeezed down against him and pushed him onto his back.

"Please, sir. Let me pleasure you with my dripping cunt. You just lie back and enjoy. "

She bounced carefully on his cock for a few minutes and Ty felt his climax building, so he reached forward and started playing with Alice's clit, rubbing and flicking. She writhed under his hand but ground her hips harder.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum. Sir, please, can I cum? Please master, I need to cum!"

"Very well, cum for me, beautiful. Let yourself go." He pinched her engorged nub and twisted it, drawing a scream of pleasure from the woman. Her back arched and she fell forwards, her body spasming. Ty was close, so he ground his hips and she groaned, hypersensitive since she was still right in the middle of her first orgasm.

"Now, my love, have another. Cum!"

He felt himself reach his own climax and he blasted his load deep into the lovely mixed-race woman. Alice's eyes rolled into her head as the sensations of

Based on a post by SilverRyden, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Major Content Warning, Abuse And Serious Violence (Off-screen) Please Be Advised.
List of Characters:
House Valiant:

Rayne Valiant, 28, 6'10, fit and muscular. Scientist, younger brother of the twins and head of Australian Quaranteam Project Research and Development.

Stella Andersen, 28, Virologist, Blonde, Blue eyes, slightly curvy. Rayne's first fiancée.

Hasumi Saegusa, 27, Doctorate in biochemistry, Black hair, Black eyes. Japanese woman, formerly paralyzed from the knees down. Has been in love with Ray for years.

Simone Jennings, 22, 2nd Lieutenant, Black hair, blue eyes, African descent, one of Rayne's dedicated security.

Patricia 'Trish' Barclay, 23, Lieutenant, Blonde hair. Slightly aloof, but no less dedicated to the family.
House Marshall:

Tiberius Marshall, 35, Lieutenant Colonel Australian Army Special Air Services. Black Hair, Grey Eyes. Big teddy bear.

Charlotte ‘Lottie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Services, Red hair, long hair, service submissive.

Leticia ‘Lettie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Services, Red hair, shoulder length hair, tomboy.
House Morgan:

Benjamin Morgan, 36, Doctor. Little is known about his background.

Grace Lawry, 33, Captain, US Air Force. Tiberius' old friend. Partnered with Benjamin Morgan and the person who involved Ty in the Quaranteam Project.

Theresa Miller, 28, Latest addition to House Morgan. Details currently unknown.
Others:

William 'Bill' Anderson, Colonel. Somewhat stiff, but very capable officer.

Jonathan Hoffmann, Lieutenant General. Friend of Tiberius' and the twins' grandfather. Current highest-ranking member of the AUS. military.

Barry 'Baz' Davis, Brigadier. Good friend of Tiberius. In charge of personnel at Victoria Barracks.

Jaxson Connors, Major, currently under arrest for abuse of authority and attempted murder. Was working with a Sheik to develop the Assassin Variant of DuoHalo.

Victoria Whitlock had arrived a few minutes early; just as Rayne was wrapping up his morning workout and she hadn't been able to draw her eyes from his shirtless form. Her core had grown increasingly warm and it had taken every ounce of self-restraint she had to not whine piteously when he had donned the shirt.

"Did you do any testing on foreign samples?" Rayne's voice brought her back into the moment, and she swallowed hard, drawing her gaze away from the shirt she wanted so desperately to peel back off his body. Rayne didn't fail to notice this, but he tried to keep it from showing in his expression as he waited for her response.

"Ah. Uh, when we tried it with samples from the library, untouched by pollen, it gave off the result we were told to expect, like I said. If we introduced pollen into the blood before adding serum, nothing new happened. At the moment, we believe the body needs to process the pollen and then have the lymph nodes produce fresh antibodies for it to react the way we're seeing now."

"So anywhere from a week to three weeks, age and health depending. Have you tested other antigens?" Rayne's professional curiosity was in full gear now.

"Of course. Nothing else we've tried so far has triggered the response. Naturally, we haven't exhausted the possibilities, so further testing will be required."

"And the increased metabolizing of the serum translates into a faster imprinting cycle?"

"From what we can see, yes. The serum seems to be accelerated until it reacts with a male's ejaculate, so the imprinting cycle is also shorter, but by a lesser factor, as it seems to return to a more normal speed as the cycle progresses. Approximately 10-12 hours instead of the expected 12-16. 24 hours still appears to be the normal minimum for individuals undergoing a regeneration."

"That begs another question. How does this affect the woman's; uh; dosing schedule? Does this change the frequency of re-dosing in any way? If it does, we may need to rely on a lower overall number of partners per man if the cycles are too short."

"It doesn't appear to. As I said, the serum's activity seems to normalize after the introduction of the man's semen, but I've been making sure to get data from several of the military Teams currently active, including doing blood draws every day. I have also asked one woman from each Team to restrain herself for as long as possible between doses, so that we can see how it changes her blood work. So far, it appears that after the initial acceleration, there are no lasting effects, but long-term study is absolutely required."

"Anything else to note?"

"For the immediate present, I think that just about covers what we've learned."

Ray rubbed at his jaw as he thought. "Keep looking into it, Victoria. I might have to talk to Ty and see if we can get another lab onboard to focus on this, but I'll probably get you to work on it, along with Dr. Abbas. Can you get in touch with her?"

"Sure thing. I've actually got a lunch date with Layla tomorrow anyway, and I was already going to have plenty to talk about." Victoria blushed, realizing what she had accidentally revealed. Rayne seemed to understand too, because he gave her a look.

"Well, I guess that's convenient. It also lets us segue into our next topic. I won't be so crass as to ask whether you really want to do this with me. You wouldn't be here otherwise. But I am going to ask if you're ready and really understand everything this entails. There's no going back, after all."

Something had shifted in Rayne's head after the visit to the production facility. There was still the sting of guilt towards Stella, but he had learned to push that aside somewhat for the big picture. Ty was right; everyone he partnered with chose to be a part of his family, and his job was to shut up and take responsibility. After all that, it simply wouldn't be right for him to treat them as anything else. So, he wouldn't. It wasn't exactly the same as what Scrappy had. And yet, it was. It had all finally clicked, and now he knew what he was struggling for.

Everything was to protect his family.

Victoria sat silently for a moment, appraising him. "I've read all the documentation, Rayne. I've spoken with others who are already partnered about their experiences. I'm also onboard with sharing you. As for the regular sex to update our immunity, it'd be a different story entirely if I were a lesbian, but since I do enjoy regular sex with a man, I don't see any problem. Plus, you do come with glowing reviews."

He grinned. "So, it's a bit forward of me to ask, but are you bisexual? We've had conversations in the past that have hinted as much, but it was never really something that impacted our relationship, so I never pried."

She laughed. "Not in the slightest. I'm just not shy about appreciating a beautiful woman. Like I said, sharing is fine. Sleeping in the same bed as them is fine. Just don't demand that I play with your other girlfriends, and I won't be tempted to bite you."

Ray nodded, the smile tugging at his own lips. "Noted. Have you already been given the serum?"

Shaking her head, she gave him a gentle smile. "I have not. Knowing how quickly it will react in my body, it would have been foolish to do it so early in the day. And since the imprinting state would disrupt my sleep cycle, I will have it administered at the lab before we return here. I have already asked those in charge to send the dose there for me."

It made sense, so Rayne didn't see any need to argue. "You always did take things seriously, Victoria."

Her smile turned self-depreciating. "You mean, I have a stick up my ass." Ray started to deny it, but she shook her head, her smile only growing wider and decidedly sultry. "It's alright, Ray. It's nothing I haven't heard before. And I suppose it's true, to an extent. It's just the way I was raised. But maybe that's part of the problem. Maybe I simply need someone to remove that stick and replace it with something more; fun?"

Her gaze dropped lower as she licked her lips, and Rayne could feel himself growing even more aroused. Victoria was extremely attractive and she knew it, but the way she had been staring at him had him almost believing the same about himself. Time and again, Ray found himself surprised at how the women at work saw him. Certainly, he was fit, but it wasn't like he was some famous actor or model. As she stood and took a look around the room, he studied her. Victoria was tall, about 6'1" and built like a, for lack of better phrase, Victoria's Secret model. All sensuous curves and grace, with a heaping spoonful of eroticism for good measure. She had the confidence to match, and Ray knew that she'd had no shortage of men vying for her attention. But he couldn't deny it; that confidence and her own obvious attraction did something to him; he couldn't help himself.

"Is that what you want, Victoria?" Rayne's voice was measured, but the smile was pulling at his lips.

"Maybe. Maybe it's what I need."

What you need is for someone to bend you over their knee and color that ass red. The thought rose, unbidden in his head and he blinked in surprise. Her desire was drawing out something primal in him, but he refrained from saying anything out loud. "I see no problem with the uptight Victoria. But be the version of you that makes you happy. I'll be there to back you up."

She let out a laugh and leaned over the desk, stopping just centimeters from Rayne's face. "I've been uptight all my life, and not necessarily of my own volition. I'm a smart woman. I also know I'm attractive. That fact drew all of the attention away from my brains, and made people judge me by my looks. I changed my attitude to prevent myself from being seen as the bimbo. I cut my hair hoping to reduce the attention my looks drew. It worked, somewhat, and fortunately, I grew to like the look. I was genuinely happy when you complimented me on it, Ray."

"It was a simple truth, Victoria." Her plump lips were so close; it was taking far more restraint than he liked to not kiss her right then and there.

She tutted. "And when are you going to stop addressing me by my full name? It's so; uptight of you. Call me Tori." She punctuated the words with a quick kiss before she turned and sashayed away. She glanced over her shoulder and was pleased to see Rayne's eyes glued to her ass. His eyes flicked upwards as she was rounding the corner and she blew him a kiss.

"We'll continue this tonight."

His grin was almost feral as he echoed the word. "Tonight, Tori."

Trish had been waiting just outside the room, so as to give the other two some privacy and nodded at Victoria as she passed. Rayne waited, deep in contemplation as Trish guided Victoria to the lounge and returned, drawing him out of his concentration by sitting on his lap.

"What's on your mind, hun? Talk through it with me."

Rayne shook his head. "That woman brings out something primal in me that I don't really understand."

"Primal? What do you mean?"

"You were listening, right? It was all I could do to not pull her over the desk and bend her over my knees. I don't know how to explain it except that she knocked loose the caveman in my head."

Trish laughed, planting a quick kiss on his lips. "Sounds like she pushes your buttons. Maybe unintentionally, maybe not. But that's a good thing, hun. Bonding her seems likely to not just get the stick out of her ass, but yours too. Though I admit you've relaxed a lot over the last couple of days."

"Yeah, I finally understand what all my efforts are for, and that brings a lot of comfort."

"Well, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but make sure you don't stray too far from me or Simone, hun. We got an alert for possible danger after Major Connors' home was burned down last night. We want you in one piece, so we're just being extra cautious."

Rayne muttered as she lay her head in the crook of his neck. "As much as my safety might be important, I would be devastated if it comes at the cost of someone important to me, Trish. Please make sure you and Simone are extra careful."

"Of course, Ray. Oh, we're not going to the labs until later today, right?"

"That's right. After lunch, I think. We've been running around the clock, so this is their idea of downtime. Where are the others?"

"Stella has a couple of meetings that she's been in since seven, so in the other office. Simone and Sumi are in the kitchen. And I took Victoria to the lounge to relax."

"So, we have a bit of time before we're needed elsewhere? I know we haven't had much alone time, Trish. Maybe;”

"We can make out for a bit, hun, see where we go from there. I haven't done that in years; just snuggling and making out with my guy." She kissed him gently, just a peck really, and smiled as his arms tightened around her. She giggled and squeezed him back, kissing him deeper as they melted together.

Hasumi was humming and swaying as she and Simone finished cleaning. Dancing had always been her hobby, or at least it had until the accident had taken that away from her. But the serum had given her a chance to live again and she couldn't keep the smile off her face or the wiggle out of her hips. Her good mood seemed to be infectious, too, as Simone had noticeably more sway to her own hips as she strode purposefully through the kitchen.

She bumped Hasumi's hip with her own as she passed, carrying a stack of plates. "You're in a particularly good mood, Sumi. Did something nice happen?"

"Nothing in particular, Sim. It's just really nice to wake up in my man's arms and realize that I no longer need that damned wheelchair. Sitting in that thing day in and day out was unbearable. But I'm free of it, thanks to Ray and the serum. Now I have my mobility back, wonderful sisters in all of you and the man I've loved for years by my side. I couldn't be happier."

The ebony skinned woman couldn't help but agree. She had lost her mother to cancer when she was 16, and it was far too generous to call her sperm donor a deadbeat. Always drunk, never able to keep a job for more than a few weeks, she had been lucky that her inheritance was off limits to him or she would have needed a fire permit to cremate him. Even so, the day she finished Year 12, she left home and signed up for the military. To her, the military was an effective way to stay housed and fed. Even the risk of being deployed somewhere dangerous was acceptable if it meant she didn't have to go back to the drunk. It was there she had met Trish, and through shared experiences in basic and since, they became nearly inseparable. Now, they shared an apartment when they weren't on duty, sisters in all but blood.

They had been at their place, working from home that week when they had been ordered to take the Oracle survey. Not knowing what to expect, they did, and it had been one hell of a ride since. Though they discussed the survey and took it together, Simone had been overjoyed to find they had been paired to the same man. Even better, the man had been everything his profile promised and more. Gentle and kind, he was a man with a heart as big as his body. She was head over heels for this man in moments.

Her ginger giant.

Not to mention Stella and Hasumi, both of whom had welcomed them with open arms. Certainly, Stella had been nervous, but after that day at the production facility, she had opened up to them completely. They had become a family, and Simone found the growing spark in her heart that told her she would fight to the death to protect her little slice of home.

Back in the moment, Simone threw her arms around Hasumi and gave her a gentle squeeze. "Me too, babe. I admit I was cautious when I was first sent here; Trish aside, I haven't had people I considered 'family' since my mum passed. But now, having met all of you and learned what that word really means, I wouldn't trade any of you for anything."

Releasing Hasumi after another squeeze, Simone continued. "Speaking of family, what do you think about our newest addition? Victoria, right?"

The lovely Japanese woman nodded, her short bob bouncing in time with the movement. "Victoria is whip smart and incredibly capable. But if there's one negative thing to say, it's that she's a bit uptight, but I think you'll love her just the same, Sim. She's a level head and a warm heart."

The young soldier took this in for a moment, before she nodded, her smile returning. "I'm sure we'll make it work, babe."

They finished their cleanup and sat at the table with a pot of tea. It was a big table, and Simone was still surprised at how many rooms Hasumi's home had, but now, she was thankful for the space. Everybody had their own, though they were all currently using the master, and there was still a small home gym and a study, as well as a library which had for the moment been converted into a second study. When she had asked Hasumi about it, she just blushed and said she'd made some good investments early on at the advice of a friend and wanted the space for a big family should she ever find a good guy to marry.

As they adjourned to the lounge, Simone felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and stopped to check it. They'd already been warned the previous night of danger, so she was constantly on the watch for new updates and was hoping the situation was resolved.

No such luck.

Unknown vehicles approaching the residence. Maintain Safe Base Bravo. Attempting to identify. Stand by.

Simone frowned at her phone and let out a defeated sigh.

"Sumi, go ahead to the lounge. I need to go get something from my room."

Hasumi stiffened before turning around. She knew what that meant. The only thing Simone had in her room, since she shared the bed with everyone else, was the gun safe. Admittedly, there were also two smaller electronic safes on either side of the master bed now, keyed to each of them, but both soldiers already had their handguns on.

"Problems?" Her voice was slightly strained, but Simone waved it off.

"Someone's approaching the house, but the watchers are on it. Just got the order to raise the alert level so we're keeping our gear close. Can you stay with Stella? I'll go let Ray know."

As Hasumi turned off and walked down the hall, Simone watched for a moment before her phone buzzed again.

Vehicle occupants identified. One Dr. Benjamin Morgan and one of his partners, one Theresa Miller, here to speak to Dr. Valiant. Second vehicle is security personnel. Four armed individuals. Both vehicles currently held at the checkpoint. Proceed?

Simone smashed out a reply. Wait one.

She turned the corner and stepped into the study, holding back a smile as she saw Trish on Rayne's lap. Both had their pants off, and from what she could see, Ray was nestled deep in her friend, though it appeared they had just finished a round, what with the arch of Trish's back and the satisfied expression on Rayne's face.

"Sorry to interrupt, you two. Babe, Dr. Morgan is at the checkpoint. He's on his way here."

Rayne frowned deeply. Ben Morgan had been hounding him for days now and it was beginning to get on his nerves. "What the hell is he doing here?" And what checkpoint?"

"Please, baby. You don't think we'd just let you live here with just two of us for security, right? There's an entire exclusion zone set up around this house because we need to keep this family safe. You're literally one of the most important people in Australia right now. And that's not an exaggeration."

Simone actually found it quite amusing to see Rayne blush. Especially when he went almost as red as his hair.

"As for what he's doing here? He's here to see you, so he's probably going to hound you about the variant strain again."

Rayne couldn't help the sigh as he let his head fall on to Trish's chest. "Fuck me dead, this bugger is beyond persistent. Sorry Trish, I'll go with Simone to greet him, but in the meantime, can you stow our laptops? These new security measures are an absolute pain. Dr. Morgan won't just try and take them or anything, but Brigadier Davis was insistent."

Trish nodded and rose, dressing swiftly while Simone lifted her phone and typed out a response. Send the Doc down. If you can, keep the security back or attach an escort.

The response came back only moments later. Copy. We'll send two units to reinforce you.

"Wait for me a minute babe, I gotta go to the other safe."

The raised eyebrow told Simone that he too knew exactly what she was getting, but he got up and followed, nevertheless. "Is that necessary?"

"They're showing up with armed escort. It's necessary. In fact, I'd really like for you to wear a vest, but we don't have anything but our tac gear on hand, and that's too

Based on a post by SilverRyden, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Tiberius ‘Ty’ Marshall, 35, Lieutenant Colonel Australian Army Special Air Service. Black Hair, Grey Eyes. Big teddy bear.

Charlotte ‘Lottie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, long hair, service submissive.

Leticia ‘Lettie’, Valiant, 35, Captain Australian Army Special Air Service, Red hair, shoulder length hair, tomboy.

Talia Becker, 27, Major Israeli Defense Force, Black hair, long hair, braided, willful, but devoted.

Alice Rai, 31, Doctor of Medicine, Black hair, blue eyes, partial Indian descent, complete submissive.

Elizabeth Connors, 21, younger sister of Jaxson Connors. University Student, Finance
House Morgan:

Benjamin Morgan, 36, Doctor. Little is known about his background.

Grace Lawry, 33, Captain, US Air Force. Tiberius' old friend. Partnered with Benjamin Morgan and the person who involved Ty in the Quaranteam Project.
Others:

Zoe Evans, 19, daughter of Tiberius' good friends Toby and Matilda Evans and Tiberius' 'niece'. University Student.

William 'Bill' Anderson, Colonel. Somewhat stiff, but very capable officer. Currently handling intelligence and internal security.

Barry 'Baz Davis, Brigadier. Ty's friend, officer in charge of Victoria Barracks.

Jonathan Hoffmann, Lieutenant General. Friend of Tiberius' and the twins' grandfather. Current highest-ranking member of the Australian military.

Jaxson Connors, Major, currently under arrest for abuse of authority and attempted murder. Was working with foreign parties to develop the Assassin Variant of DuoHalo.

Lottie had replaced his lock screen photo earlier, and it made him smile. He'd taken it just before dinner, a simple photo of all four girls in the kitchen, working together. It might feel strange to add more people to the mix, but he knew Grace had told him a dozen. Unbidden, his mind threw Grace into the image, and even Béatrice, and he hated himself for the thought that it didn't seem out of place.

The General's next words brought him back from his self-loathing. "But, well, I'm sorry to say this son, but I'm about to make your day a whole lot more complicated."

Ty sat up straighter, and the General continued. "Bill, Colonel Anderson has managed to pick apart some of the loose threads regarding Connors. I'm told that the money trail was exceptionally convoluted, but they traced it back far enough to get a good idea. However, upon doing that, we learned that there are still active agents within our borders."

The doorbell rang, and Ty leapt out of his seat. No one had told him they were having visitors.

"Relax, son. That'll be your door, right? Go down and answer it. Bring your tablet with you so I can explain."

Ty did so, striding down the stairs as Lottie opened the door. The General spoke as he did, completely businesslike now.

"As of 7:35 PM today, the residence of Jaxson, Wendy and Elizabeth Connors was burned to the ground in what we believe to be a deliberate case of arson. No witnesses to the incident have come forward. We now have solid reason to believe that the perpetrators, insurgents we believe to be from an entity or entities in the middle east, were sending a message, but with Jaxson incapacitated, it falls to us to sort out this mess. So, Lt. Colonel, while we handle that, I will have you handle our other problem."

"Sir; you can't be serious."

Lottie stepped aside and looked back at Ty; her eyes wide. A young woman stepped into the house, brushing her sandy brown hair back out of her face. Her expression was one of curiosity, at least until her eyes met Ty's and she froze. He knew those eyes, but he'd never seen them in that head. She was appraising him, and he had no idea what she was looking for, but she smiled and nodded, continuing into the house as she spoke with Lottie.

The General's voice bored into him, driving home the words. "You are hereby ordered to partner with Miss Elizabeth Connors. She has already agreed and signed the NDA, and it will be up to you to enforce it."

Tiberius couldn't stifle the groan. "Sir, all due respect, this is a terrible idea. Does she ..”

"Lt. Colonel, this pairing is a military decision and we have established that you have sufficient compatibility, therefore you do not have the right of veto under these circumstances."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."
Chapter 7.

Marshall Household, Melbourne Southeastern Suburbs, Victoria, Australia, October 27, 2020, 9:15 PM

Tiberius sat at the table, watching silently as his partners shared a conversation with a young woman he never thought he'd have to meet, let alone be partnered to. It was surreal, if he was honest; the younger sister of the man Ty would probably have considered the biggest nuisance in his life, sitting at his dining table, having a lively conversation with all of his partners.

Shit. She's supposed to become one of them. And then there's Béatrice in the next few days, and Grace's problem to think about too. I'm in over my fucking head.

He dragged his attention back to the conversation, and tried to catch up as Elizabeth was speaking.

"Well, I never got along with mum or Jaxson. I think it was partially the age gap with Jaxson, and partially that they were both so cold to me since I was closer to dad. I'm pretty sure they actually hated me, so I went with dad when they split." Elizabeth's hands clenched as she said this, and the entire table could feel the sadness in the woman's voice as she spoke.

Alice nodded, patting Elizabeth's hand gently as she placed a cup in front of the young woman. "I feel for you, having to be in such a household as a child must have been difficult, and I hesitate to ask, but why did you return?"

Giving Alice a sad smile, she shrugged as she continued. "A 16-year-old doesn't have much say in the matter when the parent they live with dies of a brain aneurysm."

Alice's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! That must have been terrible!"

Shaking her head, Elizabeth reached for the steaming cup of tea in front of her. "It's okay. At least dad didn't suffer long. They said it was a; what was it? Ruptured; saccharine aneurysm?"

Alice shook her head. "Saccular, dear. A saccular aneurysm." She slid a finger across her choker, deep in thought. "I'm sorry to ask, but did your father have high blood pressure? Did he smoke or drink?"

Though she seemed taken aback at the sudden question, she answered, shaking her head. "He didn't smoke, and only drank a few times a week at most, and not much when he did. I; don't know about his blood pressure." She gave Alice a long look afterwards, and the doctor felt her face reddening as she realized what she'd been doing. "Look, I'm not offended or anything, but why the twenty questions?"

Lottie, sitting next to Alice, nudged the doctor slightly. "Alice is a doctor, so I daresay it's an occupational habit. She's been making a point of getting all our medical histories, and since it seems you'll be joining our family, it looks like she's started on yours."

Elizabeth nodded, seeming to understand, but looking wistful. "Family; after dad died that kinda feels like a foreign concept, you know?" Her eyes found Tiberius' own, and she tilted her head slightly as the words tumbled out. "Jaxson and mum only got worse when I had to go back. I was still numb from dad's death, and they made it clear that I wasn't welcome and never would be. I can't say they abused me, though. The housekeeper made sure I was fed and clothed and mum and Jaxson ignored me completely. So at least I got to grieve for my dad in peace."

Looking around, she saw the expressions on the others' faces and shrugged. "I was fine. I didn't really want their attention at that point. And since I got my inheritance from dad's estate at 18, I decided that once I went to Uni, I'd never go back to mum's unless absolutely necessary. I can't say I'm completely independent, but in the three years since then, I've been back only once each year, when they close the dorms. And for the last year, I've been in a share house, so I wouldn't have had to return at all, except that the military came to get me."

Lettie gave her a pat on the shoulder. "That's a pretty tough call to make when family is involved. Are you sure you're okay? Did you have someone to support you? A boyfriend? Girlfriend? Just friends in general?"

"I never really thought of them as family so I don't really regret cutting them out of my life. But it's lonely, you know? I mean, yeah, I had tons of friends at Uni, but almost no boyfriends. I was cautious, since people knew who mum was and a lot of the boys ended up being really fixated on that. Instead, there were a few girls I was really close with, like sisters really, but it's been hard to get in touch with them, and more than one has dropped off the face of the planet. It's terrifying, and as far as everyone knows, there's no end in sight."

The young woman paused, looking down at the teacup between her hands before returning her gaze to meet Tiberius' own. "I; I signed all the documents and understand this is all hush-hush, but; is it all true? That there actually is an end in sight? And that this vaccine needs;” She blushed, looking away. "; that it needs sex to work?"

The fact that the young woman had gone red to her ears was not lost on anyone in the room, and they got the distinct impression that this young woman, despite her confident demeanor, was rather; inexperienced.

Tiberius tried his best to keep a straight face, but he could feel the smile tugging at the edges of his mouth. "Well, I think you'll feel better if the ladies explain the nuances to you, but it's true. I'd like to say that you have a choice, but I don't know that I'd be telling you the truth. For now, I'll leave the room and you can talk it through with the others. Once you've made up your mind, one of them can come get me. I'll just be in the lounge, killing time."

Now, she couldn't meet his gaze, but she nodded, and Ty stood, turning and going to his lounge. It had been some time since he'd been able to just kick back and game, so he figured, why not? He had time, and right now he just wanted to shove everything else aside. It was a problem for later.

"Um, he can't hear us from where he is, right?" Elizabeth's voice was barely a whisper as she spoke, her eyes darting around the room. The four other women sitting around her were incredibly beautiful, and she felt like a duck among swans.

Lottie nodded and Elizabeth was glad the two redheads had differing hairstyles or she'd be totally confused on which one was speaking at any moment. "He's probably gone to play a game or something, so it's fine. Even if he isn't, he wouldn't be eavesdropping. Not his style."

"Not even when it's to listen in on the sister of his worst enemy?"

This time it was Lettie who spoke, stifling laughter as she did. "Worst enemy? Jaxson Connors? God no. Connors was a thorn in his side, yes, but the title of 'worst enemy' belongs to someone else. That's a story for another time though. Suffice it to say you're in no danger of being overheard."

The young brunette relaxed as she slumped a little in her chair. "Ok. Good. He has this; aura, you know? It's big and wild and I have no idea how to describe it, but; he's kinda intimidating, but not in a scary way. It; It kind of draws me in? You know what I mean?"

This time Talia did laugh. "Darling girl, he's a soldier, and a very good one. While under the correct circumstances, intimidating is correct, I think the word you're looking for here is 'charismatic'. And he certainly is that, too. But that's not what you wanted to talk with us about. So let us start with what you were told about your current situation."

Elizabeth gave a noncommittal shrug. "I know my brother got involved with people he shouldn't have and that he caused problems. I don't know who these people are though, and nobody is willing to give me details. And I'm here because they needed a place to keep an eye on me, and then they thought you guys would be good for that job." Her voice faltered as she continued. "Then they started talking about this vaccine, and the stuff around that was; confusing. Bonding and imprinting. They made me do this really weird questionnaire and if the person asking me to do it hadn't been a woman, I'd have slapped them. I mean, how the actual fuck is climacophilia a real thing?"

She paused as they all laughed and Lottie gave her a quick explanation of Oracle. The light of understanding dawned on Elizabeth's face as Lottie wound up her explanation. "So, it's basically like the profile for a dating site, only they turned it up to 11. I get it now. So, after that, the system spat out a couple of sheets of paper with some faces and profiles on them. Each of those profiles had a percentage, which must be that compatibility you just mentioned. Anyway, all the guys on the sheets were military, clearly, and they asked me to choose. A couple of the options looked like the kind of smug pricks that tried to get with me when mum was still alive, so it was an instant no there, and then I came across Tiberius' face on the page. He's got that kinda rugged hunk thing going for him, you know? I didn't expect him to have quite so much presence in person though."

She let out a little giggle before she continued and the others smiled knowingly. "After that, I read his name and profile and thought, wow, he sounds pretty fun, and that the name seemed familiar. So, I accepted, thinking it would be okay. It was only when I got here that I realized where I'd heard his name before. I'd been back at mum's once or twice to hear Jaxson yelling about this 'Tiberius' he worked with, and mum telling him that he should just get rid of him. They stopped talking about it the moment they figured out I was there, but I guess he never got around to doing anything since he's clearly still here."

"Actually, Elizabeth, he almost did. Twice. Almost ended the big guy's career when he shot him in the leg, claiming it was an 'accident', and the second time by trying to give him the plague when we had no vaccine available." Lettie's voice was filled with anger, but it was clearly directed elsewhere.

Elizabeth just sat there with her mouth hanging open, horrified. It was one thing for Jaxson to have talked about it, and another entirely for him to have actually acted on those thoughts. How could he possibly want to be stuck with her after that?

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea. He can't possibly think well of me, being the sister of the guy who tried to kill him twice. Maybe I should just leave."

Talia placed a hand on her shoulder as she made to rise and gently pushed her back into her seat. "Relax. It is clear to us that you are not cut from the same cloth as your brother. The question is not whether he will accept you, but whether you will accept him. Can you trust that he will judge you only on your merits?"

Silently, Elizabeth nodded, settling back into her seat and wrapping her hands back around the teacup. The cup was sadly empty, but that didn't go unnoticed as Alice stood and went to the kitchen to refresh it. For several minutes, she watched the four ladies in silence, still unsure of her own position in this place.

"Um. Can I ask what your relationships with him are like? I don't know anything about the dynamics of a poly relationship and I don't want to step on anyone's toes."

"You may safely consider our toes untrodden." Alice laughed as she returned to the table, setting a tray of biscuits down along with a fresh pot of tea. "Our relationships are also quite new and it has been a whirlwind for us as well. Additionally, none of us have been in a poly relationship, so we're all learning together. But what we each have with Tiberius is unique. There are similarities and overlaps, but each of us has our own interactions with him." Alice flicked a glance at Lottie and Elizabeth noticed that, like Alice, she had a silken choker on. It was a lovely accessory, especially with the silver embroidery, but it clearly had more meaning than just that; Elizabeth just didn't know what that meaning was. Both women saw Elizabeth's gaze and smiled.

"Yes, this is a bit of a hint as to Charlotte and my dynamic with him. It's what we desire, and it's how he approaches us. I'm sure you will see it for yourself soon enough. And in time, you will find your own approach to your relationship with him. His size, in all respects, might intimidate, but that man is always gentle when it is what you desire. He will happily meet you on your terms."

"Does; does it have to be sex?" Elizabeth wasn't sure she wanted to do that with someone she'd just met. "I'm still; not sure about all this; but; I don't want it to be about sex the first time." Her body had been feeling warm for a while now, and she was starting to feel restless. She could feel it in her core and wasn't sure if it was the tea or something else. "And, uh, is it normal to be feeling hot after getting the shot? Um, kinda like when you; you know, get horny?" She couldn't help the blush that crept onto her face at the words. "It feels like an itch I really want to scratch but can't. It's not unbearable, but it's persistent."

The others looked concerned, but also understanding. Alice continued speaking, the doctor reacting automatically to the situation. "It has been a number of hours since you received the injection, has it not? From what data we have, we have surmised that something within our biology, or something within our environment, causes us to react to the serum faster than others. Normally, I'm told that it should take at least 12 hours before you start to feel the effects, and 48 hours before it becomes serious, but every case I have read involving Australians has been something like one-quarter of that time."

Elizabeth just looked confused and Lottie shrugged. "It's normal, Elizabeth. Part of the serum's effect is to increase the woman's libido, so what you're feeling is supposed to happen."

Lottie and the others gave Elizabeth a more detailed explanation on the serum and its effects, and the young woman nodded. Smiling, Lottie took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "Alright, why don't we go upstairs and talk to Tiberius. You won't be alone with him, and even when you are, he will not hurt you. That itch will just get worse the longer you wait. But though it will be uncomfortable, we still have time, and I'm sure there will be an option for you to change your mind if that's what you decide in the end."

There was a moment as apprehension shot through her, but she agreed.

Ty sat on the sofa, leaning forward as he concentrated. Once he left the kitchen, he turned his brain off. Elizabeth and the real world were problems for future Tiberius. Instead, he was tapping buttons and twisting knobs to the beat as he played a rhythm game; one of those niche interests he'd picked up on one of his postings overseas and it had stuck with him. His friends from that posting had even sent him a custom controller, something he still used to this day. It was a fun distraction, and a good one, as he never even saw Lottie and Elizabeth walk into the room, despite the door being within his line of sight. Ty had no idea how long they stood there and watched him, but eventually, Lottie got his attention by pulling his headset off.

"Oh shit! Sorry, Lots. Got kinda distracted." Turning towards Elizabeth, he smiled warmly. "Hello again Elizabeth, did you have a good chat with the other ladies? Also, do you prefer Elizabeth, Liz or Beth or something else?"

"I'm okay with most options, but if I had to choose? Liz, please. But Dad used to call me Lizzy, so if you can avoid using that, I'd appreciate it. It would be way too weird if you were to call me that."

"Understandable. Liz it is. So, have a seat, you two. Since you're here to see me, you must have things you'd like to discuss?" Shifting over to his recliner, Ty motioned for the pair to sit. "Ah, let me start with this, though. Welcome to our home, Liz. I apologize for not being a better host. I was a little blindsided by your arrival, but you are most welcome."

She blushed as the big man smiled at her again. "T-Thank you. I'm sorry to impose."

The smile rapidly shifted into a grin. "You don't need to be so nervous. I don't bite. Unless you're into that."

Her cheeks heated, and Lottie gave him a look. "Don't tease her, Ty. She's here for a serious talk."

"My bad, my bad. I'm sorry. So, what was it you wanted to speak about?"

The silence seemed to stretch on as Elizabeth gathered her thoughts, but both Ty and Lottie held themselves still. Finally, she looked up at Ty and asked the question that had