In The Arms Of Angels Pt 09

This is a continuation of In The Arms of Angels Pt. 8.

Recap - With the women in his life satisfied with their day-to-day, Jason finds himself wanting to be more active. Unable to assist his wives, or shooed away when he tries to help, he gets back into MMA but finds his three angels also want to train. Two months later, Jason takes the family to a posh steakhouse as celebration of good news--Elin's citizenship in Belgium helped to fast-track Jason, Elaina, and Paige's application for citizenship. They are allowed to come right away, and he shares the exciting news during what turns out to be a weird dining experience. Elin wakes up early to find Paige lurking in the bathroom, pushing for Elin to take a pregnancy test. Elin breaks down in tears to find that not only is she pregnant, but Paige is as well. With this new shift in the family, Paige begins to call Elin by her name, instead of Momma, now that another little life should have that honor. They plan their trip to Belgium, first to receive their citizenship papers, then for house hunting.

All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Jason sighed as he walked up to join Elin who stood at the door of their suite. She was apologizing to a hotel staffer. For the second time.

He was doing his best to keep up with the conversation taking place in Dutch, but he knew he was missing things here and there. Elin, however, was apparently stripping the woman a new asshole.

It all started during Paige's very enthusiastic lovemaking session. He wasn't sure what had changed with her, but she was even more vocal (see: LOUD) than usual. She had been voracious in what she wanted, which wound up being a request for the hardest, sloppiest, most forceful ass-fucking that her master could give her. After Jason had emptied his balls in her backside, she wasn't remotely finished. She quickly followed by deep throating him until blood filled his manhood once more just so he could give her the hardest, sloppiest, most forceful vaginal creampie.

She shrieked. She laughed. She moaned like a wounded wildebeest. It was, in a word, ridiculous. But Paige was in heaven.

The first time their room had been visited, Jason was being impaled hard into his tiny lover's sweet little pussy as she rode him, both completely lost in the moment as Elin reluctantly answered the door. Admittedly, it had been awkward for her to try and explain to the woman that her husband was railing one of their other wives and he didn't want to be disturbed. This, of course, led to the staffer demanding to speak to the "Young Miss" to ensure she wasn't being abused, lest they call the police.

Having heard this demand, Paige stopped slamming her hips down atop Jason's pelvis and let out an aggravated growl. Schooling her face with a forced smile for her master, however, she said, "Un momento, por favor."

Without bothering to cover her sweat-soaked, cum-stained, flushed-skinned self, she marched indignantly to the front door and lit into the woman in perfect Dutch, shutting her down in a heartbeat. Jason's eyes went wide at the vulgarity, some of which he didn't understand, as Paige went into great detail about

why

she was making so much noise.

"You'd moan like a whore, too, if my husband's cock could even remain erect after looking at y--"

"Paige!" Elin snapped, quickly putting a hand over her young wife's mouth. She giggled nervously, turned Paige around to give her a death glare, and watched as her tiny clone padded off through the suite, flipping the bird at the door.

"What the fuck...?" Elaina whispered as she watched it all unfold.

"I'm back!" Paige sing-songed as she knelt in front of Jason, taking him deep into her throat for one, two, three sensual sucks, leaving a mouthful of saliva on his shaft, before gently pushing him onto his back again to mount him once more. "Giddy up!" she said loudly, obviously for the staffer's benefit.

Twenty minutes later, Jason had worn out his little firecracker, and she was left twitching happily on the bed, dazed like a druggie having just hit their favorite narcotic of choice. Unrealistically, his energy reserves were still mostly topped off, noticed by Elaina, who was (im)patiently waiting for her ride on the Jason train.

Having heard Paige's stentorian cries of rapture, she and Elin paused their own enjoyment to see what, exactly, was happening in the other room. And seeing her wife's plunge into hedonism with her husband fueled her own desire to have him to herself. Making love to Elin or Paige was an otherworldly experience but having her husband's attention was truly rapturous.

Once she'd given him time to suck down some water and have a breather, she took his hand and placed it on one of her full breasts with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Would you like to have me now?" she asked softly. "I would

really

enjoy some time with you."

He looked at her adoringly, remembering a time when just seeing him would nearly make her turn feral. But now, this woman was the mother of his child and one of three people in the world that he loved without fail.

"I'm always happy to spend time with you, El," he said as his second hand came up to caress her other breast. "Do you want something slow and sensual, maybe in the tub?"

While the hotel was old school in its decoration choices within the living and sleeping spaces, the bathrooms were spacious and very modern, including the large garden tub.

Her hand began to slide very gently up and down his quickly growing member. "I'd like to have some of what Paige was having, if you're up to it?"

He eyed her worriedly. "El, are you sure that you're up to it? I don't want to--"

"Yes, please!" she begged. "I want to walk funny tomorrow. I want to scream so much that I'm hoarse tomorrow. Please?"

And he did, so much so that the staffer returned for the second time, bringing things back to the current situation.

"...and you told us that we were the only people on this floor!" Elin argued. "Who, exactly, is complaining? Correct me if I'm wrong, but when we checked in, you had the poor manners to mention how expensive this suite was, which was an underhanded way of commenting on our financial situation, and then mentioned that no one else had been able to afford the only other grand suite here." Elin crossed her arms, her brows knit in frustration as she glared at the hotel staffer. "Your customer service skills are lacking, I do believe."

"I am sorry, Mrs. Hughes, but when we receive a complaint, we have to investigate."

"And you still haven't told me who was complaining!" Elin shot back. "Are your floors so weak and thin that those supposedly 'poorer people'," she said using air quotes, "below us could hear what my husband was doing with one of his wives?"

The poor woman, who looked to be in her late twenties, shuffled slightly at the mention of Jason having more than one wife, and the fact that he was doing his husbandly duties with them.

She let out a soft sigh. "Someone came in from outside, Mrs. Hughes. This time, it was they who were about to call the police. I--I stopped them, assuring them that I would take care of it, but," she sighed once more, putting a hand to her head briefly, "if it happens again, I won't be able to stop them."

Elin glared at the woman for several more moments before her features softened. "Fine. We'll close the windows and draw the drapes. But I've just returned to my home country after twenty-eight years, and I will

not

be left out of the celebration." She paused before adding, "But I will promise to at least try. Will that suffice?"

The woman nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Hughes. Thank you. And, um, welcome back."

Once the door was closed, Paige appeared. "Virgins. Ugh," she muttered, then wandered off.

"Husband?" Elin said, turning to wrap her arms around his neck. It wasn't lost on her that the robe she wore would fall open, showing off her incredible body to him when she did. "Will you allow me to find a rental home in the city for our stay? I can't abide these intrusions. Your ladies enjoy being themselves with you, and being interrupted like this is just deplorable." She tsked. "To think my countrymen threatening to call the police because a man knows how to make his wives feel euphoria. What has this city come to?"

She was truly outraged, her eyes glancing with fury out the open windows of the suite. Jason had no doubt that if she knew who had complained, Elin would have given them a piece of her mind. But he was having trouble thinking at the moment. The sight of Elin's delicious body peeking seductively out of her robe was making his throat dry.

Elin grinned. "We have time, my master," she whispered, kissing his cheek gently. "I'd like you rested up before you give me my own welcome home gift." She let out a small giggle as her hand fell to her stomach. "Although, you have given me one incredible gift already."

"And I am very happy about that." His eyes followed her hand down, and he sighed happily. "I'll take a quick shower, eat something, then we can do whatever you wish."

She pulled his mouth gently to hers, planting a soft, grinning kiss on his lips. "We will do whatever

you

wish, master. That's how it works in our home."

"As you wish," he replied, smirking.

"Ha!

The Princess Bride

!" Paige called from her spot on the balcony, looking out at the canal.

* * * * *

Due to the time difference, everyone wound up napping, waking up to eat a late dinner, then trying to sleep again so they'd be fresh and presentable for their citizenship meeting. To Jason, Elaina, and Paige, it was a great honor to have been accepted so readily by the Belgian government, based primarily on Elin's long-held citizenship. So, when it was time to go, everyone had dressed for the occasion, even Paige who normally held firm to her comfort with only a light splash of dressing up.

Jason wore a black blazer, black vest, and dress pants with a button-up white shirt, minus a tie, keeping the top two buttons open for style. Paige was gorgeous with her platinum blonde pixie cut hair, and black chiffon cocktail dress with pleats. She liked to spin to make the skirt portion float up as she grinned, not used to wearing such clothing. Elin wore a black, twisted front sleeveless midi dress with white cherry blossoms printed on it, accentuating it with a simple, gold necklace in the paperclip chain style.

That left Elaina. She was upset, curling her lip as she looked into the floor-length mirror at her own attire.

"I'm the only one not in black," she groaned. "I wish I'd checked with you all first."

"El, honey," Elin said, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss on her neck, "you look absolutely fabulous."

"Burgundy," Paige nodded. "Good juxtaposition."

Elaina's dark maroon, sleeveless dress was ankle length with a slit up to her mid-thigh. It was simple, yet elegant.

"Paige is right, honey," Jason said as he smiled lovingly at her. "You look like a goddess, and the splash of color will make you stand out like the beauty you are."

Elaina's looked on the verge of tears as she turned to him. "Really?" she asked. "You still think I look good?"

Her question took him by surprise. "Elaina, how could I not? You are a natural beauty, and if you mean how your body has changed, then let me dispel any concerns you have right now. You look like this because of me. Because of us. Because our beautiful little girl is growing up, nice and healthy, inside of you." Elin stepped back so Jason could embrace Elaina. "You being pregnant only makes me want you more. To me, you are even more beautiful knowing that we," he said, gently stroking her belly, "did this."

Elaina quickly wiped her eyes before the tears could stain her made-up face, but she gently leaned her forehead against his. "You are too good to me, Jason," she whispered. "To all of us."

"Only because I treasure you, Paige, and Elin like a dragon treasures its gold," he said. "You mean the world to me, El. Don't ever forget that."

Paige slowly walked up to them, taking one of Elaina's hands as she looked up at her. In as earnest a tone as she was capable of, with not a smirk to be found, she said, "You're sexy, you're cute, you're popular to boot. You're bitchin', great hair, our husband likes to stare." With that, she gave Elaina a single nod, patted her hand twice, then walked away.

Elaina just stared at Paige's back as she walked away. "Um...did you just kinda' quote that

Bring it On

cheer?" she asked as she began to chuckle.

Not turning around, Paige kept walking as she shrugged. "If it's stupid but it works, it's not stupid."

"She wasn't wrong," Elin said from behind Elaina. "Our husband certainly does like to stare at you, even more now that you're really beginning to show." A quick shiver of excitement raced through her, and she grinned. "My goodness, I think I just got excited about how much he'll be staring at me once my stomach swells."

"Alright, now," Jason said as he rolled his eyes. "You all act like I don't pay attention to you any other time."

Paige, who had taken a seat on the European style sofa, spread her legs and pulled up the hem of her dress, giving them all a view of her bald slit, having opted to go commando today. "Attention puts babies in bellies," she said, licking her lips seductively. "I love my master's attention."

Jason, Elin, and Elaina all stood stock still at the sight, each one either swallowing hard, licking their lips, or taking a hesitant step toward the platinum blonde fox. Each one wanted her.

"Oopsie!" Paige suddenly said cutely, adding a giggle for good measure, knowing damn well what she had done as she tossed down her hem and stood. "Citizens!" she added with two loud claps.

As if they had all been splashed with a bucket full of cold water, they snapped out of the fog that Paige's incredibly sexy little body put them in.

"That thing is just dangerous," Elin muttered, waving a hand at her face.

"Yep," Elaina added, drawing out the word.

Three and a half hours later, the rush of becoming citizens to a completely different country than they had grown up in, kind of...fizzled. Sure, it was exciting that they now had a foot in two countries as citizens of each, but the build-up of what they assumed would be some sort of ceremony wound up being a long period of listening to a recitation of Belgium's history, at least a CliffsNotes version, along with an explanation from three different government officials about their rights now that they were citizens, expectations, questions about their plans now, and whether or not they would be moving to Belgium. Of course, finding out that the entire family was already looking for a homed along with the fact that the Hughes family had a hefty sum of money available to them, the officials began providing suggestions and information on contacts who could help them navigate the home-buying process for such esteemed, a.k.a. wealthy, citizens of their country. While it hadn't been the pomp and circumstance that they'd imagined, they did walk out of the municipal building with some very good leads, Belgian ID cards, and their new passports.

And the building itself was a sight to behold all on its own. It looked like an old castle keep from hundreds of years ago, because it had been, but it was very modern on the inside. After they'd received their official documentation, Elaina had asked for permission from one of the officials to just wander the building to learn more about it. Of course, her question only impressed the officials even more since their impression of young Americans indicated that they would likely dismiss anything historical about Belgium. Elaina, however, spent most of the time taking pictures with her phone and kicking herself for not thinking to bring her camera equipment with her. Not counting the office spaces, both the interior and exterior of the building was an inspiration for her.

Once they stepped out of the building and onto the sidewalk, Jason let out a long, slow breath as his shoulders sagged.

"Husband?" Elin asked with concern. "What is it?"

"So...much...Dutch," he groaned in English. "God, my fucking head hurts now. I really need to practice more." He turned to her a bit ashamed of his lack of linguistic skills. "Can we just use English for the rest of the day--I mean, except if we absolutely need to? I need a break."

"Of course, my love!" she replied, now in English as well. "Anything you wish."

"Hungry Paige," the youngest wife glowered, and the remaining three quickly began scanning the area for some place to eat lest they face Hulk Smash Paige very soon.

Thankfully, they found something close, and to Paige's delight, it had an outdoor dining area overlooking one of the canals. It was called Sabor Latino, which indicated Hispanic cuisine, but the menu was much more eclectic. There were loaded nachos, street tacos, and chimichangas, but the menu also included a variety of pizzas, pastas, mussels and other seafood, stews, and more. Of course, Paige knew that the legal drinking age in Belgium was 18 and became very excited about trying her first alcoholic drink--well, something beyond the wine Jason and Elin had let her try when the two had first flown out to L.A. to find him. But, as a responsible soon-to-be mother, she just frowned and opted for a virgin Sex on the Beach, with Elin and Elaina following suit with their own drinks and Jason ordering a bottled water.

The sun was out in Brugge with a smattering of clouds in the sky. The temperature was in the low-80's, making their outdoor dining choice very comfortable. They sat around their table, which was butted against a rail that overlooked a canal, in sturdy wicker chairs with thick cushions that were very comfortable and matched the relaxed setting.

A plate of smoked salmon bruschetta was how they started, taking their time to enjoy the city as newfound citizens, despite Paige's growling stomach. Their main course consisted of fish stew for Elin, a favorite dish from her childhood, a pepperoni and chorizo personal pizza for Elaina, Flemish stew for Jason, and veal short ribs for Paige.

While they ate, Elin began searching for rental homes in the area, remembering their desire to vacate the very nice, but problematic hotel. She found three, all long-term BnB homes that were fully furnished and available. As she looked them over, she immediately dismissed one of the three for the one thing it was lacking: a pool. Handing over her phone to Jason, she waited while he looked them over.

"I don't have a problem with either of them," he said as he flipped back and forth between the browser tabs on the phone. "You three can choose."

The first home was in Varsenare, a small town 15 minutes west of Brugge. It was very modern with glass-top desks and tables, wood flooring, and a one-quarter acre back yard with a kidney shaped pool and hot tub. There was plenty of room for them with a large living room complete with stylish gas fireplace, four bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It wasn't what they would have chosen for their own home, but it was a means to an end as temporary lodging until they found their own place to live.

Elaina's lips made a thin line as she creased her brow. "It's very white," she said, "just like our home was before we painted."

"Stupid pool," Paige said, her lip curled.

They switched to the other house, which was in the municipality of Zuienkerke, just north of Brugge. Jason could immediately see that they preferred this one to the last, likely due to the cozier look of it. The decorations made it look like a relatively normal American family home, which is to say 'cozy'. The cream-colored walls were broken up with accent walls, the furniture looked comfortable but familiar, and it was very large. The advertisement showed two living rooms, five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a half-acre of land with a wide lap pool, and even a partially enclosed outbuilding that contained a large flat screen television, ping pong table, couches, and more.