Life in the Epoch - Pt. 04

Hi all!

This is part four of an ongoing sequel series to my story 'The Eros Plague Epoch' which will be much more enjoyable if you've read the first volume. This one has a somewhat slower start, but things are starting to cook now, so buckle up!

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I stood on a broken down dock, the very rowboat that the burned Redeye Alpha had used to float to my island loosely tied behind me. Bell coughed and wheezed at my feet, my foot pressing into her spine between her shoulder blades to keep her down. Wu stared with wide fearful eyes, her rifle barrel shaking halfway to being raised at me, the barrel of my Colt following her as she struggled to move slowly to put the rifle down.

It had been a week. I was finally able to speak, albeit in a rasping whisper, my neck still ringed with an ugly bruise from the big Redeye's hands around it. I'd spent that week holding my crying wife, unable to tell her what she needed to hear, unable to comfort her at the loss of our baby. It had only been ten weeks, but she'd already decided it was a boy, she'd already made up a list of names. Now, she just wept and curled into a ball at the sight of me.

"You blew up... one of... my people," I growled down at Bell. "It sent an Alpha... to my home... beat me... beat my wife... lost baby!" My throat was bruised, but I'd worked up to this much speech, and I was fucking well going to say it to her.

On the dock, her face smashed into the grey, damp, wood, Bell's rosy skin burned with terror and tears, all of the women watching in shock from the little lakeside house they'd set up in.

It was easy to find them, they hadn't picked the place based on a defensible position, but comfort and easy access to the attached boathouse. They were still thinking based on fleeing. Their horses were out, set up in the empty garage, the start of basic defences being worked on.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, we didn't mean to," she croaked desperately. "We just can't risk them finding us, I'm so sorry we never thought someone would come from your group!"

Finding them? "Who... fffind?"

My voice was fading again, I'd barely been able to growl or even nod the whole week. When Wendy had spotted me rowing away in the fishing boat, she'd stared daggers at me.

"Our old group, they treated us like slaves, they separated us from our kids! They took Jess' son, and Wu, her sister's husband! It's why we're out here!"

I looked up at Wu, arching my eyebrow to her, "I-I-it's true. The woman who runs it, she and her inner circle control the men." Finally, she put the rifle onto the wet grass. "My sister, she pointed back to the group of women, Gemma, she founded the shelter in the Foley Mountain Conservation area. Then this... I don't know who the fuck she is, she just took over and calls herself Professor Geddy."

"Please, Travers, please," Bell begged, "please don't kill me. I just want to get my people back and away from that crazy bitch. I'm sorry! Jess told us that there were a lot of hunters so there'd be guns around here, I had no idea you'd be here, but we need to help them!"

I knew where Foley mountain was. Hell, I'd gone hiking there with Jess in the short time we'd dated. It was a small peak, barely high enough to be a mountain, overlooking the town of Westport not far from us on the western edge of the lake. I took my foot off of Bell, and she slipped away gasping.

Jess emerged from the group, walking across the grass toward me, "Cal? They have my little boy. They'll trade him for a breeder if they can, someone that can knock Geddy's loyalists up. Or they'll keep him."

I cocked my head. "Boy?"

"He's not yours. He's six. His dad didn't survive the Freddie," she assured me. "But you'd like him, he's funny. Lots of imagination."

"You come... looking f'r me?"

Jess coloured, looking down. "No, but I hoped if you did survive... we need help."

"Hnnh," I sighed loudly, staring into the distance as I slid my gun into its holster on my belt.

"We'll do anything Captain, please," Bell was in her knees now, staring up at me, "I'll do anything to make it right."

"Tired," I growled. "Think 'bout it."

I got back in my boat, loosing the line with a flick, and rowed away.

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My reception at home was muted at best.

I was still badly bruised from our encounter with the Redeye, and my body was sore, healing more slowly than I'd've liked. Joe was sitting on the dock watching, having spotted me struggling across the channel.

"Cal, man, the beehive is pissed as hell at you. Wendy's having a fit, and Allie's head about exploded when she heard you took off."

"S'fine," I insisted as he insisted on helping me from the boat.

"Really? I never normally hear her Russian cursing with that tone, y'know?"

I smiled, letting Joe take a bit of my weight. "Jus' scared mad." I hugged him around the shoulders. "Luis'n you... got it... trus' you... t'take care of them."

He smiled back at me, wrapping an arm loosely around my lower back to avoid pressing on my bruised ribs. "Hey man, c'mon Cal," he looked worried, "you always have us, we have you too."

Joe and Luis had really stepped up with me out of commission, and worked tirelessly, dragging the older kids along with them to shore up our defences, add new layers, and generally do every single thing they could think of to make our shorelines subtly impregnable. Where the landline was high, they installed spikes and pitfalls, where it met the water, they clamped more fencing into the space between the trees. Neither of them could match me in a fight, but they seemed to have decided they could make it a hell of a lot harder for that point to come ever again. "'preciate it," I rasped.

We made our way up the stony path toward the main cabin, and I could hear the exclamation at the sight of me.

"God-fucking-dammit, Travers, what'd you get up to-" Wendy was shouting, cut off by the enraged shout that drowned her out.

"Durak!" Allie slammed out of the front door of our cabin, all five-seven athletic runner of her shaking with rage and fear. "Ty ukhodish', ne preduprediv nas, i pereplyvayesh' chertovo ozero s pervymi luchami solntsa? Chto, yesli shvy lopnut? Chto, yesli vy vstretite bol'she krasnoglazykh? Chto, yesli ty ponadobish'sya Daniella? Ty mne nuzhen? June ili Sofiya? Durak!"

Joe let go of me as I limped the last few steps to my enraged wife, "he's okay, Allie," he reassured her as she grabbed me, holding me tightly, showing me with kisses, running her hands over me to make sure I hadn't injured myself again.

"Good," she barked, "I might kill him, then."

Dragged inside, not for the first time seeing the intensity of Allie's' anger and love at the same moment, I had to face Wendy, who looked me over while scolding me harshly, though with some of the wind taken out of her sails by Allie's tirade. "I don't know now you expect to pull shit like this and get away with it, big guy," she grumbled as she re-stitched a wound on my back that had opened during the row across the channel, "you scared the shit out of all of us."

I nodded, taking it silently while Allie forced me to drink small sips of water, fussing over me, pressing her fingers to any spot she thought might be hurt fresh. "That monster hurt Daniella so terribly, and almost killed you, Calvin," she reminded me, "and now you are trying to give me a heart attack? No. No, Calvin."

I sat silently, not really able to talk, knowing that she was right. But I'd gotten what I needed.

*

Finally, I was banished back to bed, and made my way with Allie fussing her way behind me to find Danni curled up under the spring covers with June and Sofiya playing happily with stuffed animals. Bailey sat with them on a chair he'd brought into the bedroom, watching over Danni as he had any time I was out of the room more than a few minutes since the Redeye attacked.

Bailey was playing peek-a-boo with his cousins to their great delight, they squealed and giggled each time he revealed himself, Sofi clapping and bouncing, June laughing herself silly and collapsed back into Danni.

Allie shooed Bailey out to enjoy himself with the other kids, and pushed me into bed next to Danni who kept her gaze on the babies even as I wrapped my arm around her and held her close.

"Hey baby," I whispered to her, "how you... doin'?"

Danni shrugged, not casting me arm off, but she lay still, not meeting my cuddle. Allie climbed onto the bed on the other side of us, a change that had happened since the miscarriage, with Danni sandwiched between us rather than me. June crawled over Danni to me, gabbling happily as she called me 'dada,' and snuggled in between me and her mother. Sofi grabbed at Allie, holding Danni's hand insistently as she moved. Both of them seemed to be trying to make her better with the sheer weight of their toddler love and enthusiasm. "Okay," Danni sighed.

I knew what that meant. She was numb. Had been for days. Physically, she was out of the woods, but after days of crying, now she was just numb and sleeping, resisting me even touching her. Wendy was sure she'd snap out of it in her own time, Allie too, but I was still worried even now where she'd let me touch her lightly. "Was I right," she asked flatly, only moving to roll on her back and let June collapse onto her, showing Danni with little kid kisses.

I nodded. Of course they'd both known I'd gone. They'd hated the idea, but eventually relented, "yes. Worse... than we... thought."

Allie glanced at the door, making sure Bailey had closed it. "How much worse, Calvin?"

It took a while, but I told them.

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We'd all been concerned about Bell's group, but Allie had been convinced that they weren't on the up-and-up the moment Danni filled her in on them. They'd sat talking about it, breaking down each player in the group, trying to figure out where they'd come from.

Between Danni's keen observations, and Allie's mind for human behaviour, they'd made a couple of guesses. Obviously, they felt, this group was fleeing something. They weren't organized well, and despite being equipped reasonably well with horses and cart, and enough firearms for the soldiers, they were travelling light. That suggested an escape.

The fact that there were no men at all seemed strange, and even stranger that there were no children. The story they'd told us made sense, but something else bothered them both.

"The woman you knew, Jess, she says they came looking for guns and help... she even admits that she wondered if you would be here, but she hasn't come here yet," Allie frowned heavily. "Even as a local who would know of your grandfather the hunter, and you, that this island is the best chance for guns. Why hadn't they come here yet? They had boats."

We knew we needed to get our heads and hands around the situation. Allie would talk to the others, keep things calm, I would get some rest.

"We need to see to Quinn, Calvin," Allie reminded me, glancing nervously at Danni. "I know you were too hurt, but Wendy is sure that the exposure has to be regular to immunize her."

"I'll sleep on the cot with these two," Danni said flatly, without much inflection.

Allie looked at her, sad eyed and slightly heartbroken. "Please don't, I miss you."

Danni had been sleeping on the cot, now in the baby's room, anytime Allie touched me. We both felt awful, Zoe's but neither of us could deny our libido's, and Danni's was deeply suppressed by her expression. "It's okay, it's kind of nice listening to them breathe."

Exchanging worried glances, Allie and I held her.

*

"Uhm wor'rd 'bout this," I rasped as the house was turning in for the night, looking over at Danni's empty spot in our bed. My throat was hurting, still bruised deep, and the amount of talking I'd done.

Allie turned from the dresser she and Danni shared, three of the wide pine drawers each next to the makeup desk they shared, with my dressing out of my dad's matching tall one on the far side of the small vaulted outer room of our bedroom.

"I know, but she'll come back to us."

I looked over at Allie worriedly. I could tell she was missing Danni as much as I was. It was easy to only remember the hard start to things with them, forgetting the long period of slow bonding and until now, deep closeness that had become the bedrock that our whole extended family was built out of. I might be the one who brought us all together, but they held us.

As if she could see my thoughts, Allie walked to me, sitting next to me in the pair of comfy sleeping shorts and old Hip t-shirt of mine that she wore, and put her head on my shoulder.

"She is trapped in the loss, and I cannot comfort her with a baby in me, and you, you're all of those happy things to her, but she's just too sad for them." Allie kissed me lightly. "We just have to be ready when the chance to show her how much we love her presents itself."

Just Allie's small touch, and the lack of attention for a few days that I'd been too banged up for much of any fun but a few blowjobs set me off, and I pulled her to me. I'd taken her this morning before I headed to the boat, just rolling over to slip between her legs and press Allie to her back. A happy gasp and nod as her eyes fluttered awake was all I'd needed, burrowing into her wetness in a slow thrust and satiating my lust while Allie gasped and cooed in my ear.

"Wait, Calvin, you must wait," she insisted as I pawed at her breasts through the t-shirt. "Quinn will be here soon...."

I was rock hard, days of low activity and desire built-up with frustration, and old memories of Allie danced in my mind. The horniest of them being the fantasy I'd held onto for years of her in that black bathing shift with the high-cut crotch and the cutouts around her supple waist.

"D'I ever say when I couldn't pretend... just friends any... more," I growled into Allie's ear as I sucked her earlobe and pulled her into my lap. "Your visit b'fore Freddie. The black bikini."

"Nnn, oh you are cheating, you know I cannot resist those kisses," Allie complained as I worked my way down her long neck. "Mmmmm... oh you were so manly and sexy in those wet trunks...."

I went back to Allie's tits, this time pulling the shirt up over one so I could maul it while I kissed her sharp jawline. "You were so... sexy in it. Never able to get it... out of my mind." I ground my shaft in the valley of her sex, the heat of her searing through her shorts and my pants.

The flush in her cheeks glowing, Allie turned to me and kissed me with her plump lips open, sighing as she caved and her pussy, enslaved to my lust, took over, sucking my tongue as she ground back onto me. "That suit has other memories now, Calvin," she warned me, casting my memory back to her first night on the island once Freddie hit, "but maybe it needs a new one soon... after Quinn goes back to bed."

"Not tonight," I lifted us both, scooting Allie's shorts down as she pushed at my pants, and grabbed her tightly, pulling her onto my cock. She sighed as she sank onto me, splitting her sex with mine. "Should see what... lovemaking is."

As if on queue, a quiet knock came at the door. God, the girl was even quiet when she knocked. "Come in," I called as Allie glancing to Quinn and sighing a wide smile at the eighteen-year-old-girl. She bounced in my lap, my legs hanging over the side of the bed, feet braced on the frame, while she leaned forward and rocked on me, toes pressing her up from the floor, my hands keeping her in my lap.

Quinn's eyes were wide as she took in what Allie and I were up to, following the motion of Allie's hips with her eyes, wide and fascinated. "Ohmigod should I come back?"

"No," Allie panted, her pussy plumping up around me as she became wetter, "mmmm, no, you should be prepared for this. Ahhh!"

Allie shook with a small orgasm brought on by her excitement at an audience. She'd slowly become more submissive, beyond even the inability to resist my lust that she and Danni were both affected by, and I was realizing, she enjoyed being fucked with an audience. She always put on a show for Danni.

Patting the bed next to us, I locked eyes with the wide-eyed strawberry blonde, "clothes off." Doing as she was told, Quinn pulled the long oversized shirt she wore over her head to reveal her pert, firm breasts and slender, pale body. As Quinn sat demurely next to us. I spun Allie, straddling her lower leg as I climbed up to her, hooking the other over my elbow and Allie cried out and groaned her approval of the deep stroking I gave her.

"What am I being prepared for," Quinn asked unsurely as I held her chin, turning her to watch as my cock stretched Allie out and pistoned in and out of her wetness, the sound of it, her pussy wetly holding me, the scent of sex filling the air.

"You will likely be with a man who has another woman," Allie panted, "you will see as much sex as you haaaaaa... oh Calvin," Allie twisted in my grasp, squirting as she came again. Wrapping my arm around the girl, I grabbed one of Quinn's tits, pulling her to me, kneaded the soft flesh as my own orgasm built and I began to hammer Allie's grasping box, "ooooooo, nnnggaaaa, Calv-in-in-innnnnn!"

Quinn's body was responding to me, and she began to grind her pussy against my hip as I pumped Allie hard, growling with each firm thrust as my prick swelled and my shaft tingled and my woman's sex clutched me. Allie yelped and moaned, back arched, palms pressed to her eyes, "aii-uh, aeeeii-uh, ayyyuhhhhh, trakhni menya zhestko, slomay moyu kisku, o bozhe, tvoy chlen takoy khoroshiy!"

Allie's cries as she came again finally set me off and I groaned loudly as a burst of cum rocketed up my shaft and exploded into my pregnant wife, "bozhe moy, kak zharko vnutri menya," Allie wailed as my jizz painted her womb with days of pent-up lust. "Oooooooooo, slow now, sloooooowww, barbarian.," she cooed, reaching to me to free her leg and pull me down to her as I growled at my shotgun bursts of cum into Allie's sopping cunt.

Quinn's hands roamed my body, holding my hips lightly as the last, slow, thrusts came with little spurts of cum, the girl gasped excitedly. "Is he always so rough?"

Allie looked pleased with herself, pulling her lips to mine, kissing me gently, licking the sweat from my face. "This was real lovemaking, Quinn," she sighed, "sometimes rough, sometimes gentle. I love to make Calvin wild with lust for me. His lust thrils me and makes mine stringerl. It makes my climax greater."

"It was hot," the girl giggled, "but doesn't it hurt?"

Pushing me back, Allie pulled herself up to a sitting position, my heavy load already puddling between her legs. We'd have to change the sheets before bed, I thought, as Allie took hold of my softening cock. "Once you have your own man, you'll understand what good hurt is." Allie stroked me, gathering the remains of our joining on her hand, "I will be a little bit sore, but Calvin made me cum three times and thirsts for me. You will find that being the focus of a man's thirst..." Allie trailed off as I held her gaze, parting her lips with a mysterious smile, I was unable to resist and pulled her to my lips. "Mmm, you will find it satisfying, and that it quenches your own thirst."

She licked her hand and kissed the tip of my cock, "and now the most important part." Quinn's eyes dilated, following every move Allie made as she began to suck me. "This is just for Daniella and me. Swallowing him, mmmm," her lips locked on my softening cock as her tongue worked, I let my head roll back and groaned as Allie's talented mouth worked me up and down, sucking the remains of my thick load from my shaft.

The girl watched her suck me, eyes locked to my thickening shaft slipping between Allie's lips. "Does swallowing it really make you his?"

Allie popped off my cock, showily licking my head, "it bonds us, makes his arousal affect me, mine him," she kissed my head, "his semen makes me feel good when I swallow it, makes my babies strong in my womb."

"But doesn't it make you his?" Quinn watched Allie work me with wide eyes, fascinated, even scared as she began to touch herself. "Like, you're his?"

Ceasing her stroking and licking me for a moment, Allie turned to the girl and reached between her legs, "yes. That is why I am cleaning you each time he gives you his medicine. You need to be protected, not mated. He is mine and Daniella's. We will not share his babies or this bed with you."

Quinn held Allie's gaze for a moment, a youthful fantasy that would never be standing defiant to the burning heat of Allie's surety.

"Do you hear me, Quinn," Allie demanded in a clear voice as she stroked my hardening cock. "This is a temporary arrangement to make you safe. This is not an audition. I can send you away to beg Joe or Luis to help you. I would prefer not to taste you on him tomorrow when I drink my breakfast from his cock."

Shrinking, Quinn lowered her head and spoke to the blankets. "Yes, Allie."

"I'm ready," I grabbed Quinn, her youthfully slender frame almost weightless in my big hands as I maneuvered her to face Allie, straddling her hips as I ran my turgid shaft between her blossoming pussy lips to feel her dripping wetness coat me. Over Quinn's shoulder, Allie nodded up at me, licking her lips as the girl made a soft moan and began to work her hips unconsciously against my shaft.

"Please take me," the girl begged as I pushed her into Allie's waiting arms, bending her over to expose the juicy apple of her ass to me, stroking my shaft along the wet snapping length of her soon-to-be twice fucked pussy, pushing my mushroom head against her wet opening. Eighteen and readt for me.

"Oooohhnngghh ohmigod ohhhh," Quinn groaned as I burrowed into the crushing tightness of her teen pussy, her walls stretched open and wrapped tightly around me. "Ooo-hooo-oooo," she panted as I began to push deep, my hands holding the gentle flair of her youthful hips, pulling her back further on my shaft. She was opening for me, but still needed to be worked to take dick right.

"It's so-o-o-ohhhhng biiiig," she whined as I finally pressed into her cervix, sawing back and forth as I kept the pressure on it and pressed myself slowly against the tight ring. "Ah-ah! Aaaaaaaaaw," Quinn's body shook as my thick prick worked her pleasure spots, her airtight snatch surrendering. "Ohmigod, Allie, I'm cumming, oh fuck oh god he's making me cummmmm "

"That's good, Quinn," Allie stroked her hair, "this is good, let him make you a woman," she spoke in a hushed tone as she lay beneath her, Quinn's hands pressed into the mattress at either side of Allie's head. She brushed the shaking girl's hair behind her ears, "Calvin will show you how a real man pleasures his woman."

Quinn tossed her head back and wailed as the walls of her pussy locked down on me as only a young girl can, and rippled frantically as she came. "Ahhhhhnnnnng, ahhhngah, oh fuckkkk my gawd!"

Pleased with myself, I came, filling the girl's quaking snatch with a load that was hot and boiling she collapsed onto Allie, spent and gushing cum across both of their pussies.

Looking at the sight of Allie's pussy, drooling my load while another dripped down it.... that red fog roared in the back of my mind. Allie looked at me from under Quinn, holding the shaking girl's to her breast. "Good job, moya lyubova, you deserve a reward after I clean her up and put her to bed."

I climbed onto the bed, nestling my helmet into the thick fluids dripping from Quinn to Allie. "Not... done yet," Allie's eyes went wide and I flipped Quinn to her back. The girl looked up at me with sleepy eyes, still half-zombified by her crashing orgasm and its afterglow. Wendy's words rung in my mind 'two or three times'.

Grabbing Quinn's ankles, I pulled her across the bed to me, her lidded eyes going wide and mouth hanging open and silent as I took her again.

*

Later, Allie had finally climbed under the covers next to me after getting Quinn cleaned up and put to bed. I pulled her close, not used to being alone in the bed.

"What you said about submitting to me..." I began hesitantly, thinking back to the beach incident, one of the lowest moment of my life. "... is that true, Allie? I've noticed, but I guess I was scared to bring it up."

She snuggled into me, pressing her face to my bare chest. "I do. I like keeping you well-satisfied."

"But, isn't it kind of..." I trailed off searching for the right word as I played with her chestnut brown hair. She still kept it neck-length, pushing it back in two semi-equal halves across her wide forehead. "Isn't it kind of.... kind of triggering for you? After your-"

"After my ex," she interjected. "No. He was a sadist, Calvin. I enjoy vigorous sex with you and Daniella, and before he showed me his true face, I did with him as well."

I kissed her forehead, "I just worry. Talking about the bathing suit made me-"

"Marcel would have taken me in front of Katy and beat me while she watched. At your worst moment you stopped. You are gentle when it counts, rough when it is fun, you love your babies and cherish their mothers. You are a real, good, man." Allie kissed me deeply, "and our wife will come back to this bed soon, I promise you."

Smirking grudgingly, I wrapped an arm around her, snaking my fingers under her shorts to cup one of her cheeks as my cock grew. "Of course you can see right to what's bothering me."

Allie shimmied under the blankets, her fabric shorts slipping down her thighs as she rolled onto her back and slid them down her calves. "I can see that wild hunger in your eyes too, I think Quinn enjoyed her introduction to missionary, but she did not expect it."

"Wendy did say more frequent and more cum will help things along."

She nodded silently, and I watched as she pulled the t-shirt she wore over her head, exposing those beautiful soft c-cups so that I could attack them, sucking and licking. "I can tell that I will be on my back all night," she mused with a smile.

"Spread eagle, too," I grinned as I slid in and began to drive steadily against her hips, my heavy balls slapping into ass with each thrust, and the remains of our earlier coupling overflowing sticky around my shaft.

Allie sighed a satisfied smile as she took hold of her tits and bounced them for me as I rocked in and out of her. "Kak vsegda, moya lyubimaya, ya tvoya razvratnaya suchka, ooooooo ispol'zuy moyu kisku kak sleduyet, daa..."

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It'd been six days, and not a peep from the women across the channel. I was starting to wonder if they had moved on, but we'd begun to see a rowboat out on the channel, working its way along the islands on the east side of the lake, and Bailey swore he'd spotted a horse going back and forth along the shore.

Luis sat watching with me one day, and turned to me. "Think they'll find anything you missed?"

I'd shook my head, "we hit that side hard halfway up the lake when the Redeyes were bad on the west shore. It's picked over."

Still, they didn't reach out.

*

I was better, the bruising from my fight with the big Redeye fading to yellow, but my libido was still surging. Without Danni there in bed to share my lust, Allie was taking it on alone, and she looked tired and was sore.

"Honey," Wendy told me three days in, "she's sloshing with every step, she's so full of you, and she's exhausted."

I'd pressed my head to my hands and sighed. "I know. I don't know what to do."

"Danni said that she'd be fine if Quinn joined you and Allie for a while," Wendy suggested.

I turned, looking at Danni playing with June and Sofiya on the living room rug, her thousand mile stare holding the babies in her gaze. She'd begun to shake, and looked sick, and I was getting more and more worried about it, "is that true, Danni?"

She turned to me, her dark hair unkempt and hanging over her face, and nodded lightly, then turned away. I stood, but found Wendy holding my wrist and shaking her head at me. "Give her space," she hissed.

My heart felt like it was breaking every time I saw Danni like this. I missed her body, of course, but I missed her, all of her, so much it was killing me. I pulled against Wendy's grip.

"Danni, honey, I'll do anything. Just tell me what you need..." I'd broken Wendy's grip, and approached Danni, kneeling down next to her, our daughter clambering onto me. Danni watched silently as the little girl threw herself at me for an unrestrainedly joyful hug, gabbling at me happily. "I'm so worried about you, and I just want to help, please..." I touched Danni's shoulder and she flinched like I'd burned her.

"I can't," she sobbed, standing up and running up the stairs to the girls room.

"I don't know what I did," I said to myself. Both June and Sofi were clambering all over me now, giggling as they shoved daddy over to bounce on me.

Wendy sat next to me, "Cal, sweetie, she's mourning and she blames herself for losing the baby. She can't face you yet."

"I don't blame her," I protested, "hell, I'm mad at myself for letting it get the drop on us."

Wendy shook her head. "Not what's at issue, dummy. Think about it. There's her guilt, but then also Allie is knocked up too, and they were really excited about it being at the same time, so now she feels bad about that too, and whenever she sees Allie, she's jealous and guilty and sad. Then there's the fact that Allie is exhausted because you can't help that you need a lot of sex, so now she feels guilty about that too, and she's not happy about the Quinn thing, but she knows Quinn needs it and they've been debating letting a fourth person into the bed forever..."

I waved my hand, "I get it, there's a mountain that I'm trying to treat like a mole hill, and it all ties into everything? What's this fourth stuff?"

"Yeah," Wendy nodded. "We've been girl-talking about this stuff for ages. Like, we all agree that you probably need a third woman and Joe would do well with a second. Aria thinks she might be pregnant, but she's scared to say it with Danni as she is, and she's hoping these chicks across the lake might turn out to be-"

"Wendy!" She stopped nattering finally.

"They've both been worried about something like this. What happens if one of them isn't available or around and you get one of your... I guess, breeding frenzies? There's nobody else here but your friend's wives who you don't have a physical connection to, and who? Quinn? Your step-daughter?"

"I would never touch Ka-"

Wendy cut in, "I know you'd never touch Katy like that, but you get the point. They have to deal with this problem that Aria and I don't. If Luis gets crazy horny, I walk funny for a few days. I fucked up and ignored him because I was busy with other things and he was easy prey for Alanna because of it, and I get to be mad at him, but he is my man,. If Joe gets wild, Aria might wish there was a second girl in the bed, but it won't kill her. If you do, it could be bad."

I thought about it for a few minutes.

"I don't know how to fix this."

Shrugging, Wendy hugged me, "you just have to look for a chance to do it, but you can't force it."

I really hated it when Wendy was right about these things.

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After that, Quinn, at least, was allowed into my bed that night, and I gave Allie's pussy a break, entertaining myself with the girl's elastic body while Allie took care of any oral opportunities. Quinn seemed to be enjoying herself a great deal, and had discovered the joys of using her feminine hips to grind deeply on me as she rode.

I didn't say anything for fear of losing my temporary playmate, but she'd begun to take on an aroma that had the distinct scent of apples.

The next night, Quinn appeared at the door late, slipping into the room, hungry for it, her youth and need spurring her into the bed. Allie was sucking me, still too sore to fuck the way we both wanted, but Quinn... she was panting for it, spearing herself on my cock and whinnying as her youthful body slid down my shaft while Allie masterbated furiously.

Later that night I slipped out of bed, carrying Quinn in my arms. She'd passed out next to Allie, my beautiful wife's face heavily glazed with Quinn's pussy juice and my cum. I had decided that rather than wake Allie, I'd take the girl up to her room. I pulled on some pyjama bottoms and hefted her, heading to the stairs.

As I closed the door to Quinn and Katy's room, the girl snuggled into her bed across from my step-daughter, my conversation with Wendy echoed in my mind as I leant to kiss Katy gently on the forehead. She looked just like her mother but for a slightly duskier complexion she'd inherited from her father. Fear welled in me for a moment, was I really a man that could touch her?

I looked at the sleeping girl, so much like her mom who I had an unquenchable lust for... and I felt it pass. There was no thirst for her in me. Glancing at Quinn, a girl not too much older that I'd just pounded into an exhausted mind-breaking orgasm coma, I felt it rise, back to Katy, and calm.

Satisfied, I left the room, closing the door behind me quietly.

"Is it helping?"

Danni stoop in the hall, just outside of the baby's door, shaking as she watched me attempting to be silent. I knew what she was asking, but I was afraid to say anything in case it scared her away again.

"I'm sorry I can't right now," she whispered. "I'm sorry."

I held out a hand, not moving from my spot in front of Katy and Quinn's door, "you have nothing to be sorry for, Danni," I assured her. "I just want you to feel better."

She stared at me in the darkness for a long minute. "Okay," and then she slipped back in to the baby's room.

*

The next day I woke up knowing that Quinn wouldn't be able to help Allie out tonight. There was no way after the last two. Allie was doing better, though, and giggled happily as I pulled her on top of me, sitting up to make out with her while she took me into herself, gasping, going slow, but enjoying it as she slowly worked her body on my steely shaft. She was tight, working herself down my shaft determined to give me a show of her bouncing tits and rocking hips to keep me coming back, as if it were ever a danger.

"You should go to the north shore today, to keep just ahead of the other group so they know we are still here." I was dressing, Allie lay in bed with a satisfied grin on her face. We both knew she was thinking of options to take the edge of my lust, that it was a part of the suggestion. "Maybe you can find out what's happening with those women from one of them?"

Nodding, I picked up a hiking backpack, "I guess it couldn't hurt. Can you make sure to keep an eye out for any of them watching? I still don't think they're entirely on the level."

"I will," she assured me.

*

I found myself catching a strong early spring breeze, cruising north quickly in the little sailboat. I'd seen the rowboat at the property the women were at out early, and I took Allie's advice, heading further north toward the larger houses where we'd found significant stashes of supplies in the past.

The food had all long since been used up, and I wasn't interested in chasing the women off so much as forcing them to show their hand. Their claims that they'd come looking for help to rescue their children seemed off. They would have pressed for it, or moved on to find help elsewhere.

My old flame, Jess, her presence bothered me as well. I'd tried to find her when I'd been able to get leave years before the plague, but she'd long since moved away. Bell and Wu knowing me along with Jess was ringing alarm bell. None of it sat right.

It wasn't long until I got to the bluffs that faced out from the eastern shores of the lake as they ran north-west on an angle up the lake. I didn't like to go too far north, avoiding Smith's Falls, what had been the largest town in the area where we'd spotted huge herds of Redeyes, ensuring that we stayed well south of the canal locks. I spotted a horse near one of the houses and made a beeline for it.

*

Landing my little sailboat at the dock by the boathouse, I climbed the long stairs up to the house. The horse stood not far away, loosely lashed to a tree. It wickered quietly at the sight of me, but otherwise seemed unfazed.

The house was a large two-story chalet that had once belonged to a former police chief of Ottawa. I'd met him a few times, an odious little combover that was puffed up with importance that only the incompetent can carry. His house, like him, was all sizzle and no steak. At least, it had been in terms of salvage. It'd been raided and he'd been killed in it before Allie, Joe, and I had gotten near it, even the solar panels we'd come for had already been gone.

Climbing up to the deck, I watched for whichever of the women was there, worrying that it'd be Jess. I knew she'd been a horse-girl. I got to the back deck, the glass shattered and spread across the wooden deck. Anything of any value was long gone, maybe barring wiring and pipes. Even most of the furniture had been dragged out, burned in a fire on the lawn.

"Fuck!" I recognized the voice, but stepped back to avoid being seen. "Fuck fuck fuck," that bitch is killing me..."

Bell was cursing as she raced through the house, her rifle slung over her shoulder and a depressingly empty rucksack hanging from her hand. Her long red hair, full of loosely bouncing curls, was free, and she whipped them around at the sound of the horse stamping outside, stopping, listening, and relaxing after a few moments.

I waited until Bell went into the large kitchen and disappeared behind the long island, rummaging the cleaning few things we'd left, and I slipped around the far end of the house to get to the blind side of the door so I could keep an eye on her. Bell stood, back to me holding a can. "One can of beans. Goddammit. Goddammit!"

"Wasn't much food when I was here," I called out into the house, the glass walls making it reverberate around the room as Bell spun and I ducked back behind the doorframe.

Silence. She was smart, she knew she was in a compromised position and that I'd have to reveal myself to watch her... better to try to get an advantageous spot. I listened as she slid back across the floor out of view, probably to the far side of the island.

"It's me, Bell. I'm sorry about punching you the other day."

Silence, and then a rustling sound. "Travers?"

"Yup."

A sigh that sounded like relief. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"Apologizing."

Smiling, I chuckled, "what d'you say we talk face to face? On three?"

"Okay."

She ran as soon as I started counting to three, but I was ready for it and swung around the corner, loudly racking the slide on my rifle. "Hold up, Bell."

She stopped, knowing it was an easy shot for me, and turned. "I'm sorry about your wife. And your friend."

"I shouldn't have hit you. Like I said."

She turned, hands in the air, dropping the duffle bag, and stared at me with her big blue eyes. "You're really not going to hurt me?"

I shouldered my rifle, "I'm really not."

Bell looked around. "Then why're you here? I don't believe you just happened to come by a place you probably already raided."

I walked off the deck, strolling down the stairs slowly. "Jesus, Bell, put your hands down. Just don't point that thing at me and we're fine." I stopped about ten feet from her a she lowered her hands. "What're you doing here?"

She relaxed a little. Breathing slowly and watching me. "Jess said this guy was a cop. I was hoping for some guns. Maybe a better radio," she admitted. "So seriously, Captain, why're you here? Did you follow me?

I stood, weighing my options as I stared her down. "I wasn't sure it would be you, but honestly, you're who I want to talk to. Can we sit down? Put these down," I held my rifle out to my side. "I have some food too."

Bell eyed me, and slowly let her rifle slide to the ground.

*

"So really, what're you doing here?" Bell stared at me as she swallowed the half-sandwhich I'd given her. Aria was a hell of a baker, and one of her fresh-bread sandwhiches was a great joy of my life. Today it was ham. I dreamed of a day we could add cheese to that. "I don't believe for a second that two Intel ops who know me and a civvy I knew from the area made it here by accident."

Nodding, Bell swallowed the last bite of the meal. "Yeah, uh, it was three Intel ops. My old captain. Who the Redeyes killed the day we met you? Hughes."

"Theresa Hughes? Shit, I'm sorry, I... I didn't get a look at her before..." I'd know her. She was a competent, badass lady that I hadn't liked a lot, but had respected. "I'm sorry, I knew her a little."

Bell nodded. "I think that's why she wanted to come. She and Jess were close. The possibility of finding you or some of your family... decent odds."

"Okay," I did my best to play it off. "Why'd she bring you here?"

Bell shook her head. "She, Lupe, and Jess. They were all tight. Second ring folks looking to make the jump to first ring, get their men and boy back."

"Second ring?" I held her bright blue gaze until she nodded, blinking her gaze from me.

"The Foley Refuge... I told you it's run by this woman, Professor Geddy, she's got this whole earth mother thing, women have to fight to take back the world, we're the numbers now." Bell scratched at her neck, the top few buttons of her fatigues open to show the black activewear underneath. "But it's all about how men are the currency now, how she and her inner circle are wealthy."

"And out in the second ring, you're slaves?"

She shrugged, "well, yeah, kinda. My boy, Vance, he's only six. If I don't work for them, do what they want, they won't let me see him."

"So you took off hoping to find help?" I tried to not sound judgmental, just to be neutral, but she caught the edge in my tone.

"You have to understand, Cap-"

"Calvin, or Cal, please Bell."

"Travers, then." She watched me, and I relented, nodding, "you have to understand, Travers, they say they'll sell him, but there's nobody to sell him to. I hadn't seen him in months because they kept lowering the value of my work... making it worth less. Nothing you do is worth shit unless you're at the top, so you're always falling a little further behind, killing yourself just to have dinner with your kid one time. He probably doesn't even know I'm gone."

"How'd you hook up with them?"

She scratched at her scar again, opening her coat and pulling it off to let the warm sun bake her pale skin. "We'd been at one of those camps for security. Which tells you how bad it was. I was a field person before Vance, but Wu and Hughes," she shook her head. "Vance's dad... he was immune, and when things went sideways, he lead the Redeyes away... they all just chased him on this little ATV. The captain piled us into a truck, and we headed east. I saw Nathan get overtaken."

"I'm sorry," I told her honestly, feeling the pain in her voice. "I've heard a lot of stories like that. Those camps sounded awful." She nodded agreement, looking away.

"They were. But we found Foley Mountain. Cap, she'd been on the radio with Wu's sister a while... they invited us in, but by the time we got there, Geddy had taken over. Cap, me and Vance, Wu, and Jacobs."

"Jacobs?"

"Infantryman, total swinging dick. Convinced he'd go spec ops. You'd hate him. He's their a-one breeder now, Geddy's calls him a Peacock-Bull."

I didn't say anything, but I knew the type. Guys who thought being a big talker and good shooter made you the right stuff. I'd watched hundreds of them drop out in the process over the years, usually the first to go.

"More than happy to brag that he's the big dog getting all the pussy that he doesn't work for?"

Bell smiled, "yeah, pretty much. The inner circle bitches ride him like a fucking roller coaster. They make us second circle girls eat some of his cum in a meal every week so we don't wander too far."

"What the fuck?" It seemed unusually cruel to make women drink someone's spunk when they couldn't get a lay.

She shrugged, "you know, like a drug? They got us all hooked on an alpha male so we'll be sick if we don't get the next dose, and if we run off."

"So you're all in withdrawals or something? That's fucked up, Bell."

She nodded, "yeah, everyone but Jess, Lupe, and the Cap. They were all first ring."

"Is it the same for Wu's brother-in-law?"

"No," Bell shook her head. "The first ring is mostly women with valuable specialties. Leadership, doctor, shit like that. They're taken care of. Geddy lets the first ring women get some use of David, calls him a Beaver-Boar, whatever the fuck that means, he's the backup." She rolled her eyes hard. "Not that the cocky prick ever runs out of cum." She coughed and looked down, silent for a minute.

"Then why the fuck did those three come out with you?"

I let the moment linger sitting against tree I was propped up on as she lightly scratched the scar on her neck, a light scent of blueberries wafting to me as she moved uncomfortably in the silence. My cock was hardening down the right leg of my pants as I looked at her, loose red curls and blue eyes on pale skin, her body shapely, a bit of fleshy curves a highlander princess. She sighed. "I dunno."

"Are you... uh," her eyes went to my bulge and she swallowed hard. "So you're the big dog on your ranch, aren't you?"

"It's been said," I smiled, opening up a bundle of dried apple slices that Allie had packed up for me and held them out to her.

She took one, dragging her eyes from my crotch to my own. "You probably have a whole harem, don't you? Legs spread and asses in the air the second you get hard? I heard the stories about you. You were the guy the alphaest pricks were scared to fuck with and the girls all told stories about. We saw a few like you at the facility. Fuck all day, fuck all night after Freddie."

I chuckled, "I wouldn't call it a harem, but I'm well taken care of," I told her honestly, thinking of Danni and Allie and their games. "My wives are amazing, brilliant, women. I'm just the muscle."

She raised an eyebrow, taking another apple piece from my hand and sucking it as she stared at me. "Wives? Plural? The native woman, Daniella, and..."

Oh there it was, the test to see what I'd give up for the hint of sex. "Allie."

"They like that arrangement?" She took a moment to suck that apple piece before chewing, pursing her ruby red lips. Bell might have been a desk jockey in the service, but I'd bet she'd broken a heart or two as well. "They're okay with you being out and about with ten strange women who'd drop their panties at a sniff of you?"

I leaned across to her, smiling. "They're the queens at home, and I'd never disrespect them in our castle. They're fine with what I do away from it." She smiled, holding the piece of apple between her teeth as she looked down at my bulge. Bell was getting a hungry look on her face as she eyed me, a red flush pinking her pale, lightly freckled skin. She was on her hip now, slowly, unconsciously, grinding her shapely thighs together.

"Do you take good care of them?"

I fixed her with a knowing look and gave the heaving breasts a good look as I ran my hand over my hard cock, adjusting it in the pants. A faint wet spot of cool precum had soaked through. Bell's breath hitched as I leaned in. "I make them moan and wail and they fall asleep full of me every night, in my arms, and our babies have full bellies every day."

"That..." she hesitated and inhaled. Her nostrils taking me in, "that sounds really nice... can they really satisfy you? My friend told me..." Bell crept closer to me, transfixed by my turgid cock running down the leg of my pants. I flexed it lightly, and she watched, licking her lips unconsciously. "It really is big."

She slipped her jacket from her shoulders, leaving the shapeless bag of a thing in the grass behind her, exposing the wooly black form-fitting fabric of a wool athletic shirt wrapping tightly around a pair of heavy-looking breasts that whatever bra she was wearing was struggling against.

I had her. Smiling still, I shrugged theatrically and stretched one leg out, "take a look."

Her hands crept over my leg, "I bet your women never feel shaky or sick, do they? They get their dose every day."

"They do," I told her. Bell's hands shook. The zip of my pants slid down, the button opening, a cool hand slipping into my shorts. "Doesn't it fade after a while? The shakes and sick from not getting..."

"I just..." she trailed off and grasped my shaft, Bell giggled girlishly as she pushed the front of my pants down to pull my erection from my pants. The hand wrapped around it almost didn't close around my width. Bell's eyes were locked to my cock, the purple head straining as her small hand slowly stroked up and down, pushing my foreskin back to show herself the whole head, then rolling it back.

I could feel her hot breath on my sensitive skin, and I strained against her hand, the veiny shaft flexing. "I... uh," Bell leaned in toward my cock reflexively, her lips parting as she licked them, big blue eyes flicking back to my face as she stroked my erection slowly, taking in the nine inch length and the six-and-a-half inches around, "I always wanted to thank you for saving me in that town..."

Bell's lips were barely an inch from the head of my cock, lazy early-spring sun shining down on us in the shade of the tree. I slipped my fingers up her neck and into her thick red hair with its loose curls. "I'd enjoy that," I told her quietly, squeezing my ass tight to force a thick bead of precum to bead up at the slit of my cock.

Bell's tongue extended, pointed, putting itself right into the bead as she tasted me and the little droplet collapsed onto her taste buds. "Mnnnnmmm," she moaned, eyes going wide and unfocused as she glanced up to me, closing them and lapping at the little stream of clear fluid oozing from me. "Mmm, ohh it's been so long...."

Bell looked at me, eyes alight with lust, and dove to my erection, taking the engorged bellend deep into her mouth like a snake swallowing an egg. She sucked wetly on me, cheeks hollowing as her lips locked into a tight ring under the ridge, pumping my shaft as her tongue worked my cockhead, slowly slipping around it in a clockwise motion.

"Jeeesus Christ, that's good, Bell." I wasn't lying. It was more than good, it was dangerously exceptional, and in my state of heightened arousal, threatening to make me pop early. She ignored me and bobbed, pressing her tongue to the underside of my shaft as she did, forcing the spongy head of my prick along the roof of her mouth and into her tonsils with each bounce of her head, and she pressed my back to the tree with a hand firmly planted on my chest.

Bell popped her mouth off of me, almost reluctantly, spit trailing from my cock to her lower lip as she looked up at me, blue eyes flashing as she stroked me and shuffled over my left leg, pushing my right to splay them so she could crouch between my knees, her square Scottish face twisting and pouting as she panted and her chest heaved.

"Fffuuck she wasn't kidding, this thing should have its own address, mmm!" Bell dove back to me, engulfing the head of my prick as it pushed against her cheek while she licked along the thick vein of its underside, slurping at the freely flowing precum. "It's sooo sweet, fuck," she popped off my prick again, letting it slap her lightly in the face before planting a kiss on the tip that turned into a deep suck as if I were a straw.

"Who wasn't kidd... ohmigod that's good, Bell," she was working me down her throat, pushing her limit as she bounced forcefully from her waist to gag down my thick rod. "Shit, slow down just a little," my questions forgotten as I pulled my knees up under me, grabbing her hair at the back of her bobbing head to slow Bell down.

She look up at me worriedly from all fours, a faint frown of concern as her button nose wiggled over my shaft, "that's better," I assured her as I pressed my hips up into her mouth, my length disappearing as her jaw distended and Bell gurgled as I fucked her face. I pumped steadily against her skippering tongue and tonsils, lazily breathing through the gentle scrape of her teeth. "You're really fucking good at this."

She groaned agreement as tears rolled down her red face. I was pulling back just enough to give her a bit of air, but she was getting tired, the wet sounds of her throat getting smaller and weak, "almost there, Bell, almost theeeeaaaaaaaaa!"

Bell swallowed eagerly, grabbing my shaft with both hands as i leaned back against the tree behind me and let Bell do her work as I filled her mouth with burst followed by burst of cum.

To her credit, she didn't let any go to waste.

*

We took a few moments to cool down, and I let myself enjoy watching Bell's rosy red skin slowly fade to pink, her breasts heaving as she gulped air.

"How was... was..." she gasped as she knelt in front of me.

"That was incredible," I assured her.

We sat in silence for a minute until Bell touched my leg. "Listen, I really do need to get my son back, the men that don't want to be there, at least..."

I thought about it, looking at this woman that had just delivered a deepthroat blowie that might actually be better than either Danni or Allie's. I felt like she was on the level, but I still wasn't sure about her group. "I can't put my family in danger. It worries me that Jess obviously knows where we are. It really worries me that you're hiding something. "

She cast her head down, staring at the ground flushing red. "Travers, please, most of these women just want to be safe and treated decently. I don't know what the fuck Jess is up to, or who's with her..."

"Then I can't help, because I've been out in a cage and forced to fight for a crazy megalomaniac before, and I'm not risking that happening again. I can't, so you've got to find some way to figure it out and make us trust you."

"Fuck," Bell looked at me for a while, "I'm gonna be having fucking shakes and throwing up in a week because of what we just did! Are you gonna come pump a load in me weekly if you don't trust me? Fuck!" She stood up and stomped away, putting on her jacket. "I was almost past the shakes from that fucker Jacobs! Fuck!"

Her temper flaring, I stood and put my hand out.

"What do you mean you'll have the shakes?"

Bell rounded on me, "how are you so dense? Your fucking spunk marks us! It's a goddamn breeding mark! It makes us want you more! To want to get your seed all in us you asshole! If we don't it sucks!"

Confused, I patted the air, "wait, like the morning sickness thing?"

"Jesus fuck, your fucking bitches have never been apart from you long enough to find this out, have they? The morning sickness is nothing! NOTHING! That's a fun little blowjob a couple times a week, but if we swallow and you take off before there's a baby in our box? Fuck! It's shitty, and it's miserable and you can barely move. It makes period cramps seem like a beach vacation, and I got seven women all riding that shit out because we were force fed Jacobs spunk for months! You think it's all fun and games because we're horny for you all the time and get all compliant and shit, but it's not!"

Jesus Christ, this sounded hellish, but I really never had the chance to find out about it. Even when I'd been away from Danni, she'd already been pregnant... "Bell, I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

She put her palms to her face and breathed deeply, slowly, "I am fucking desperate here, Travers. I have people relying on me here, back there too," she waved to the east, the general direction of Foley Mountain, "I'm looking for somewhere safe to stash the good ones and bring the rest back. I don't know about the rest. I came looking for the fucking superhero I remembered and Rachel told me about, not this domesticated weekend warrior bullshit!"

"Shut the fuck up and shit down Warrant Officer Bell," I bellowed. She turned to me stunned, her training kicking in, she sat down in the grass and cried silently.

"Who the hell is Rachel? I don't know a Rachel. Why didn't she come with you?"

Bell picked at the grass. "Because she fucked up on a job and they took her daughter, Keisha, from her. She's a scout, accidentally lead some raiders back to us."

I sat next to her, putting a hand across her shoulder, "okay, but who is that? I just assumed Jess told you about me."

Bell sneered, "that conniving bitch wouldn't tell me anything about you or anything else of value. You know Rachel though, you have to know Rachel."

"How?"

Bell stared out at the lake a minute, breathing slowly. "She said that she met you a couple years ago. At the bluffs. You have a weird kids rhyme you hum when you're sniping? You knocked her up. Keisha is almost two, and you called her Nala."

Well, shit.