In The Arms Of Angels Pt 12

This is a continuation of In The Arms of Angels Pt. 11 and the last in the series. I felt that I needed to end it before it just dragged on and on, despite how much I loved these characters. I appreciate the feedback I've received, and I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I have.

Recap - In the middle of dinner, Elaina goes into labor and out pops Sophia Natalia Van der Meer--well, after 14-ish hours of labor. Jason nearly wears himself out trying to make up for his father's shitty parenting by waiting on Sophie and Elaina non-stop until Elaina puts a painful end to it, forcing him to bed. Elin finally comes to terms with the reality that is her family, feeling selfish for trying to force her family to see things her way only to satisfy her need to distance herself from both being the mother and lover of her spouses. Margaret comes to visit and falls in love with Belgium before moving back home, sending Elin into a sour mood that her only friend is back across the ocean. Jason being Jason, he decides to purchase a few homes to make some money off of while also offering one to Margaret to purchase so she can have the option of moving to the area. After some back and forth, she takes the leap and emigrated to Belgium moving into a bungalow just five minutes away. After her six-week recovery time is up, Elaina has the best sex of her life with Jason to make up for lost time. Closer to term, Paige realizes she can communicate with Prue in the womb. She also decides to start back to school, shocking everyone with her choice of veterinary medicine, something she wouldn't have been able to do with Other Paige in residence. Elin, also near to term, suddenly finds herself incredibly horny all the time, something Jason takes full advantage of much to Elin's delight.

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

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"This is so beautiful!"

Elin smiled seeing how happy Margaret was. When she had last visited, her bungalow was still mostly as it had been when Jason had purchased it. They'd only started repainting and had the carpet pulled up then. Now, however, it was the finished product and was just as lovely as her friend had imagined it would be.

Her home was in De Pinte, about five minutes from Van der Meer Castle, on a one-quarter acre lot surrounded by other beautifully maintained homes. With 2,000 square feet, it had 3 bedrooms, 2 full baths, and an open floor plan that was well lit with natural light from skylights and large windows all around. A five-foot high hedge fence created the boundary to her property and helped hide the covered patio area in the back, complete with vines and flowers climbing up a trellis to give it a secret garden feel.

The amenities were all modern, white, and clean, which suited Margaret just fine. Other than the differences in the types of plugs used in the States versus Europe, there was very little for her to get used to in the home. All except the absence of air conditioning. That would take some getting used to, but during her visits so far, the temperature had been mild enough that opening a few windows would have solved that issue.

"You'll get used to it," Elin said with a chuckle. "Of course, if you just can't do without it, you can have a small unit installed. They're very cognizant of energy efficiency here, so most homes don't come with central air."

Margaret waved it off. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I could also get some fans if I need a breeze. But, heat?"

"Natural gas in this home. With all your windows, though," Elin explained, "just a little heat through the night would work wonders, then just let the sun heat the house during the day."

Jason found them a few moments later, breathing a bit heavily. "All of the boxes are moved in," he said, then took a moment to look around the living room. "Are you sure this furniture is okay?"

The house had been sold furnished, to a degree, and what was left had been of decent quality. So, Jason left it with the home for Margaret to make a final decision on.

She just shrugged. "I'll use it for a while. If I don't like it, I'll replace it."

"Well," Elin said with a melancholy look, "I guess that's you all moved in."

Margaret laughed. "Oh, don't be so sad. I'm still coming over for dinner tonight. And you got me to move to a different country!"

"And she's been with us for the past week," Jason added, smirking at his oldest wife. "Your friend can come over dinner for later, as long as her parents don't mind it."

Everyone laughed, other than Elin who just gave him a flat look. "Funny, husband." She then dangled a set of keys in front of Margaret. "Until you get your own vehicle, or get used to public transportation here, you're using mine. No objections."

After a moment of her lips pressed in a thin line, as if she were considering rejecting the offer, Margaret took the keys. "Do I even need it?"

"If you want to just drive around to see the sights, yes," Jason said. "We're just five minutes away by car, so not that much longer if you wanted to walk. And I believe I saw a bus stop not too far from here that will probably take you into Ghent, then you can bus or train from there to anywhere." He shrugged. "Or you could get a bike."

"Huh." Margaret considered the idea. "I haven't ridden a bike in ages, but that's a good idea!"

A few parting comments later, Jason, Elin, and Paige drove the long five minutes home. Paige didn't miss the opportunity to ask, "Are we there, yet?"

"Have you gotten everything you need from the grocery for dinner?" Jason asked, walking from the garage into the house.

"Checking on El, then pool time!" Paige said, bolting past them.

Elin chuckled at Paige, then replied. "I'm all set. I even picked up a few more bottles of wine and spirits in case she wants to really let loose tonight." Entering through the door that Paige left open, she glanced at her watch. "I should get the meal going. Pork shoulder with a garlic herb sauce," she announced, then added, "salad, potatoes and carrots--ooh, I'm also baking some Irish soda bread."

"Oh, man...I love it when you make that bread," he said, pulling her close for a quick kiss. "You are an amazing woman."

She tittered, shrugged coyly, and ran her hand down his back. "I am

your

amazing woman."

"Yes. Yes, you are. And I'll never let you go."

"See? There's daddy. And Momma Elin is back, too. No need to be so fussy."

The two turned to find Elaina bringing a dainty yet very upset Sophia toward them into the kitchen where they stood.

"Aww, what's wrong, Sophie? Did you miss me that much?" Jason said in a soft, playful voice. Elaina handed her over, and Jason gave his daughter several light kisses on her face. "We weren't gone that long, sweetie. We were just down the road, but we're back now. Yes. Yes, we are."

Elaina leaned against the fridge door watching him. He'd been a father for such a short time, but he was so good at it. The way he just dropped everything to focus on his little girl's needs was amazing to her, never thinking any man his age would be this good at fatherhood. And that was despite how attentive he had always been to his wives.

"Has she eaten?" he asked, not looking up from Sophia as he made silly faces at the baby girl.

"Finished twenty minutes ago, but she was just so feisty the entire time."

In a goofy voice, he asked, "Do you have a stinky?" After a quick check, seeing a clean bottom, he kissed her little hand and wrapped her back up. "So, you really did just miss daddy? Is that what it was?"

He snuggled her close as he walked closer to Elaina, kissing her sweet lips gently. "Are you okay? Do you need a nap, or anything?"

She just smirked, shaking her head at him. "God, I love you so much," she gushed, pulling his mouth back to hers. "And, no, I'm fine. How did it go with Margaret?"

"She absolutely loves her home," Elin beamed as she pulled out the extra-large slow cooker and nestled it in one of the corners of the kitchen counter. "I am so happy that she's here!"

"I thought I was going to have to drag you out of her house for minute or two."

Elin clicked her tongue at Jason. "I am just exceedingly happy that my friend lives so close now."

He walked slowly to her, cupping her cheek. "I know, love. And it makes me happy to see you this way." She also received a kiss, which elicited a tiny whimper from him. She had been, as of late, an incredibly horny wife. With a knowing smile, he glanced at the cooker. "Maybe have some time with me after you get the meal sorted?"

She nodded quickly, then spun on her heel to begin yanking the large cut of meat from the fridge along with various vegetables.

Elaina giggled. "I always want some daddy time," she said with a glance down at Sophie, suddenly curbing her language around her child, "but I don't think I was that hard up in this stage of my pregnancy."

"Well," Elin said, hurriedly cutting vegetables and dumping them into the cooker, "I am. And I can't help it. I--I just am."

Elaina held her hands up. "Hey, no judgment from me. I just find it interesting how different women's bodies and needs can be during times like this." She playfully walked up to Elin and patted her bottom. "Just don't forget about your wives, eh?"

"What? Oh!" she said, putting the knife down and wiping her hands on a towel. She wrapped her arms around Elaina and kissed her softly at first, then forged ahead into a much more passionate kiss that made both women whimper with desire.

"Doesn't look like she's forgotten anyone," Jason said with a grin, watching as Elin's hands lowered down to squeeze Elaina's incredible ass.

"I most certainly have not," Elin said, pulling back to gaze into Elaina's blue eyes, both wanting more. "I--I have to--"

"We could just go out to eat," Jason said, trying to be helpful.

"What!? No, husband!" Elin almost screeched; the trance from looking into the beautiful blue pools broken by Jason's absurd suggestion. "I have to make something magnificent for Margaret."

Elaina turned Elin's face back to hers, kissing her quickly. "Finish up and let me know if you want or need help. Then, once you're done with our husband, I'll gladly take sloppy seconds."

"Oh God...I am so wet right now," Elin whispered. Her hand started back up to Elaina's face, but she pulled it back quickly. "I can do this quickly. Just--" she turned back to the counter and continued cutting. "Just give me a bit." She then sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Okay, maybe forty-five minutes."

"Hmm," Elaina said, tapping her lip a moment before gently taking Sophia back into her arms. "Just enough time to give your other very pregnant wife some love, recover, and then rock Elin's world."

They heard Elin grunt in surprise. "Ooh, good idea. She can get you all primed and ready for me, husband. And I

really

want you primed and ready."

"You'll hear no argument from me," he said, kissing the baby, then leaving a smoldering kiss on Elaina's lips. "I love you, El."

She grinned mischievously. "I know."

Moments later, out in the pool, Jason stood looking out over the serene waters, missing one swimming, tiny wife of his. Normally, she'd be treading water in the deep end, or swimming endless laps. But the water was still. At this point in their pregnancies, his wives weren't supposed to be in the hot tub, but he checked it anyway.

"Hmm," he said, walking down the length of the pool, then stopping at the 10 ft. marker. In the middle of the pool, cross-legged on the bottom, sat Paige. Her head turned to him, and she waved under the water before gracefully twisting her body to shoot like a pregnant missile toward the shallow.

He met her at the steps, and the sight of her walking out of the water even sexier than Phoebe Cates in

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

took his breath away. Pregnant or not, Paige was one incredible, and alluring young woman. In Jason's mind, knowing that the child growing within her was his made him even more attracted to her in ways that he just couldn't quantify.

"Hello, master," she said, her tone sultry and knowing as she unhooked her bikini top to expose her full breasts. "You are here for me."

The sight of Jason's misfiring brain as he stared at Paige's body, and the overpowering feeling of love and desire emanating from him made her smile. "It makes me happy that you still lust for your wives even after our bodies have changed from carrying your child."

After a few mind-clearing blinks, Jason's eyes eventually met hers. "Paige, believe me, it only enhances everything that I love about you."

His hand immediately met her stomach, which Paige had always thought curious but not at all unacceptable. She, Elaina, and Elin's bodies had all changed with their pregnancies, some changes not exactly for the better, but Jason's attraction to them had spiked through the roof as they progressed through the trimesters. All three women had kept their slim, fit bodies, but heavier breasts, accumulation of cellulite, stretch marks, and the occasional swollen ankle here and there only seemed to draw his desire for them higher than ever. And Elaina's recovery after giving birth was an excellent indication that their master was not only still supremely attracted to them, but even more so than before.

Paige knew that it was true love that Jason held for them. There was also a feeling of gratitude, but for some reason, an underlying current of guilt. It had been hard to sift through with the ridiculous amount of love that they felt from what Paige referred to as his superpower, but once she had felt it, she called an impromptu meeting with her wives to discuss their master's feelings about their pregnancies. They assumed that Jason, while as elated as his wives were that they were going to become parents, felt horrible about everything they were going through to make that happen. He saw how much pain and discomfort they endured to create their children, while all he had to 'endure' was amazing sex and, possibly, some exhaustion at keeping his wives sated in that regard.

They all knew that David's actions as Jason's father influenced everything their husband did for his family now. They also knew that Jason's desire to keep his wives safe and happy directed his emotions toward the pain they felt while pregnant. That was why he was so attentive, sometimes to his own detriment, often going out of his way to become, more or less, their manservant to make sure they were as pampered as they could be. Without Elaina's forceful way of getting him to cool his jets and take time for himself, Jason would have worked himself to an early grave by putting his family on a pedestal while ignoring his own needs. Thankfully, he had taken steps to spread the wealth, so to speak, when it came to caring for Sophie and his pregnant wives.

It only drew them to him even more, though, knowing that while he was their master, he would always put them first. And in doing so, they, in turn, only wanted to put him first. His unwavering dedication to them made them want to elevate their master within their lives beyond his wildest dreams.

Which was why, despite the contractions that had been coming off and on throughout the day, Paige would get on her knees and open her mouth for him, spread her legs for him, or do anything and everything he asked of her without question. In their circle, the wives of Jason Van der Meer put their master first before anything, even themselves--a mindset that was difficult since their master was doing the exact same thing.

His hands were warm on her swollen stomach, and the pulse of reverence and respect for her nearly made her knees buckle. Not lust, not desire, but reverence and respect. It was clear that he felt indebted to his wives for what they'd gone through while pregnant; humbled, even, as if he owed them and nothing he could ever do would be enough to repay what they had done for him.

"We all wanted this as much as you, master. You know this."

He took a shaky breath, both hands caressing the tight skin of her stomach. With a nod, he said, "I know. I just wish it didn't hurt you all so much. The discomfort, the sleepless nights, the nausea, the--"

"The massages, the warm embraces, the bubble baths, your own sleepless nights when we have sleepless nights because you refused to rest," she interrupted, gently pushing a finger against his lips. "We wanted this as much as you and knew well enough what we would go through." She smirked and winked. "It's a girl thing. Besides, we know it's worth it, and while you may not approve, it is my wish for you to breed me regularly so that I can give you more children."

He scoffed. "The breeding part I like, but you are so much more than just my tiny, sexy babymaking machine, Paige."

With a dismissive shrug, she said, "As you wish. But you always ask what we want, master, and that is very much what I want."

Seeing his hesitance at her words, she lifted his hands from her stomach to caress her breasts. "But you came out here for a very different reason, my love."

Not taking her blue eyes from his, she slowly pulled his mouth to hers, grinning when he wrapped his powerful arms around her. Of course, it didn't take long for one of his hands to firmly grip her toned bottom.

"I want you inside of me, Jason Van der Meer," she whispered against his lips. "I want my master's cock where it belongs, his seed to splash deep within me, and to go hoarse screaming his name in ecstasy."

"Holy shit, that's fucking hot," he chuckled.

Looking down at the appendage that now pressed against her bulbous stomach, she grinned. "And that was the reaction I was hoping for."

As they kissed, all the while removing the last remnants of clothing, Paige walked him backward to one of the stone planters decorating the pool area. The short, stone walls were wide enough for her to sit upon, and the perfect height for her master to stand while sinking his length into her.

"You want to do it here?" he asked with an incredulous laugh.

"I would do it on the lawn, in the middle of the mall, or even a pew in that ridiculously large church down the street if you so wished, master," she said, her tone deadly serious. "I just want you to take me, and I will never object to the time or place."

Her hand gripped his shaft, and she leaned back, wrapping her legs around him as she pulled his tip closer to her entrance. "I am so wet for you, husband. You do this to me, you know? Your desire, your love, your--Ahhhh!"

Her sultry words, meant to entice him, were cut short when she felt a sudden influx of girth pushing easily into her wet tunnel. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as the feeling of this welcome intrusion into her body overpowered her ability to speak or form coherent thoughts. He was so warm, so thick, and she could feel every vein and ribbed section of the erectile tissue against her walls, only enhancing the pleasure within her core. Immediately, her body trembled in anticipation.

His kisses were slow but filled with enough passion to make her swoon on their own. Her hands found his back, gently pulling him in time with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Master!" she suddenly shrieked, the first of many coming orgasms already making its presence known. "Yes! Yes! Oh...fffffffuck yes!"

In the time that they had been together, Jason had enjoyed Paige's ability to orgasm so quickly. She wasn't quite hyperorgasmic--just shy of it, really--but the frequency in which she peaked had always been a curiosity to him, and one hell of an ego boost in knowing that making love to her would always elicit such a desirable response for both.

"I love you, Paige," he said, his lips now on her long, graceful neck.

She gasped, inhaling deeply before a second orgasm came riding the coattails of the last. Unable to speak, to reply to her master, she could only succumb to the mind-blowing effects of her body's response to his love.