Quaranteam - North West

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QT:NW continues the official Spin-Off for the Quaranteam universe originally created by CorruptingPower. You do not need to have read the original series to enjoy this one, but you really do need to start with Chapters 1-4 (I really suggest you read the original though, it's great!). Fans of the original should be pleased to know CP has approved the story and the continuity.

In this chapter you can expect MFF, and a lot of it.

Returning Dramatis Personae

House Black

- Harrison 'Harri' Black - Sheriff of Black County, 'Jason Momoa-looking motherfucker' mountain man (mixed heritage), former Army MP

- Erica LaCosta - Fiancee of Harri, Italian Tattoo Artist, Leo's sister, Dark Brunette

- Kara Swiftwater - Harrison's high school sweetheart, former community leader of the local Native band, Gerty's second cousin, Raven hair

Referenced Characters

- Kyla Bautista - Trained dancer, Phillipino Spy, Harri's Deputy Sheriff, Raven hair

- Gertrude 'Gerty' Swiftwater - Kara's second cousin, Tribal police on the Rez, Voluptuous Native, Raven hair

- Ivy Gauthier - Quebecoise stripper, half-tattooed, Dirty Blonde anal queen

- Vanessa Peters - Construction Forewoman, Daughter of Brent Peters the head of the construction project, Brunette

- Lt Col Miriam Abarbanel - Military friend of Harri's, Air Force Lt Col, Jewish heritage, Commanding Officer for Valhalla Hills construction and the Oregon Quaranteam research project

- Tanaya Airington - Former rodeo barrel racer and native relay rider, petite and stoic native

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It turned out that walking up a partially deforested hill in the late evening with just a bit of a glow from the setting sun still in the sky was a little harder than my fiancee and high school sweetheart thought it would be. We ended up needing to bust out our phones as flashlights, and I heavily considered insisting that we turn around to get proper ones. Along with a rifle.

We

were

still out in the country, construction site or not, and we were more likely to run into something that was curious at night. Bears, wolves, cougars. Big Foot.

I decided, or really let myself get seduced into not doing that because I was going with the flow. Or at least I told myself that - there was a part of me that was struggling against the practical side that my father had fostered in me since I was young. A part that was decently arrogant enough to think I could fight off a bear, or a wolf, or a cougar. Protect my land, protect my women.

It was a fucking

stupid

part of me, and I had no fucking clue how it was getting so loud.

Still, I didn't turn us around and we hiked our way up the cleared space that would eventually become the street that would lead to our future home, then across our lot. It already had the stakes out and ground marked for where the cement foundation for the main house would be going in. Finally we headed into the serene, brush-lined area around the spring pond.

"Get naked," Erica ordered me with a grin in the light of our phones.

I laughed at the blushing, excited look that Kara gave me. There were nerves there; I could see it in both of them. But the thrill of love, and lust, between me and both of my women was fresh and sparking with electricity. I had Erica, the woman I'd been crushing on, turned partner, turned fiancee. And I had Kara, the woman who'd set the bar for what I thought of as a worthy partner to begin with. The one who'd gotten away.

Pulling my shirt off, I let it drop to the ground and started working on my belt. Both of them weren't moving, shining their lights on me as they watched.

"I don't remember selling tickets to a show," I chuckled. "I'm hoping this is at least interactive."

"I dunno," Erica said. "It

would

be kind of fun to watch you take care of yourself solo. You stroking your big, hard cock, grunting and sweating. What do you think, Kara?"

"I think that's definitely something I could get behind," she replied. "Though it kind of feels like a waste, too. At least if what everyone keeps telling me about the orgasms is true."

My pants dropped to my knees and I started pulling my feet from them as I shook my head.

"Shit," Erica said. "That's right, you had a totally fucked-up imprinting. Kyla said it was kind of brutal."

"I can barely remember it," Kara sighed. "And I kind of wish I did. I'd like to have

that

memory out of everything that had happened the 48 hours previous."

"And that means that you and Harri haven't

really

had proper sex yet either..." Erica said. "Damn. OK. I know we said-"

"It's fine," Kara quickly said. "I don't- I'm sure Harri and I will have alone time, but what I said down at camp still holds true. You're part of him, so I'm intending to be with both of you."

I was down to my briefs, my cock already chubbed up a bit and hanging heavy in anticipation of what was to come. "We haven't really had a chance to talk about that side of things," I said. "Are you into women, Kara? That wasn't something that came up back then, even jokingly, and I sort of thought the situation with Tanaya was more of a support thing."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Harrison," Erica cut in before Kara could respond. She was staring at me again.

"What?" I asked.

"You look like... You goddamn mountain man," Erica said, her eyes travelling all over my body. "You look like if Jason Mamoa had a love child with Stephen Amell.

Fuck,

Harri, whatever that regeneration thing did to you... God, you look even more fucking yummy than before, somehow.

"So it wasn't just us then," Kara chuckled, also eyefucking me. "Seriously, Harri. You're in better shape than way back when we were teens and you were on the starting lineup for the football team."

I blew out a breath, not sure how to take the ogling and compliments, so I shucked off my briefs and let it all hang out as I stood back up. "You ladies going to join me in the pond or not?" I asked and stepped down into the water. It was wonderfully cool even though the night wasn't particularly warm. After the last few days, it felt good to have those smooth stones under my feet, and the familiar soft movement of the water.

Kara and Erica looked at each other, shrugged, and both started stripping after setting their phones down. The flashlights weren't pointed at either of them, the ambient light not spotlighting anything but at least letting us all see, and boy was I happy to be seeing what I was.

Erica, with her colourful tattoos and her moderately curvy body. She'd lost the top spot of 'voluptuous partner' to Gerty now, but that didn't take away from how every feminine curve, every inch of skin, could make me groan happily. As she pulled her top off, her perfectly big breasts came spilling out, bouncing with her movements as her soft pink nipples stiffened in the open air. She started pushing down her shorts and thong, stopping and smirking as she pivoted to be side-on to me and made a little show out of it.

And Kara, an equal height with Erica but a little more slender. Her warm, tan skin tone was like a sepia memory flashing from back in the past. Her fantastic tits came out just as perky, bouncy and groan-inducing. Her nipples were hard as well, stiff little brown nubs just begging to be sucked on. Her thinner build made them look almost larger than Erica's, though it was an optical illusion and the reverse was true. She glanced at me, that nervous/excited smile on her lips as she pushed down her shorts a few moments after Erica did, revealing the close-cropped and carefully trimmed pubic hair I remembered noticing briefly during our frantic imprinting sex.

"If either of you think

I'm

the ogle-worthy one of the three of us, I'll fight you to the end," I said, shaking my head. Shoes had already come off, and they both came towards me and the pool with Erica gesturing for Kara to go first. I helped them both down, pausing briefly to pull Kara closer to me so I could kiss her - she responded by pressing her body to mine, her breasts teasing against my side as our lips met, but she didn't go further. Erica came next, coming at me more face-on, and my cock brushed against her hip and her tits against my chest as we kissed.

"To be fair, he's right," Erica said as we slid deeper under the water, finding the seats that some family ancestor of mine had installed in the pool. The flat, smooth rocks didn't fully ring the pool, so in the dark it was difficult to find them sometimes, and I got an ass-cheek of mud before shifting onto mine fully. "You are fucking

stunning

, Kara. Did you do modelling at all? Because I could see you in a Sports Illustrated calendar or something. Bikini special."

"No, I never would have considered it," Kara shook her head. "But

you're

really pretty too. Especially when you're smiling and looking at him."

Erica flashed that exact smile that I knew Kara was talking about as she glanced at me. "Yeah, well, I'm learning to love no-makeup me," she said. "Because the Mountain Man here likes me natural

and

all done up. I will say, though, we need to get you some ink, girl."

"I've... thought about it, in the past," Kara said. "I wasn't ever fully set on something though, and didn't know how to start looking for a good artist."

"Well, you've got me now, unless you don't like my art style," Erica said. "And if that's the case I can refer you to somebody who more fits. I know people, and they know people, we can find you someone good."

"I'll think about it," Kara said. Then she turned to me. "What do you think, Harri?" she asked, and sat up higher out of the water, her breasts breaking the surface as she smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing. "Should I get some tattoos?"

"I'm sure Erica would do a great job on whatever you want," I said.

"What he's not saying is 'Just don't do anything on your chest or tits,'" Erica smirked. "First, because you have fucking

perfect

tits - Jesus Christ, girl. And second, because he doesn't particularly like that look. Ivy's seriously considering getting one of her tatts lasered in the future because of it."

"She is?" I asked, as that was news to me. "I didn't ever ask her for that, or say anything."

"She's back and forth on it," Erica said and trailed a finger from between her breasts to about halfway to her collarbone. "Just the one from her sternum that arcs here - it's purely decorative and doesn't have any meaning, so taking it off for you wouldn't be taking anything

away

necessarily."

I sighed, shaking my head. "She doesn't need to do that. Her tattoos are part of her."

"She doesn't

need

to, but she might

want

to," Erica said. "So if she

wants

to, you shouldn't try to talk her out of it."

I bit my tongue for a moment, knowing that arguing with Erica over it wouldn't lead anywhere, particularly at the moment with the three of us naked.

"To answer your earlier question," Kara said, changing the subject tactfully. "I'm less bisexual, more... bi-comfortable? I've fooled around with a couple of women over the years, a couple of friends, but only because we knew it was just for fun or blowing off steam. And we definitely weren't telling anyone."

"Well, since we're being open, I'm fully bisexual," Erica said with a grin. "Though I've only ever had romantic feelings for dudes. And

never

like with Harri before."

"Never like with Harri since," Kara said with a touch of sadness in her own smile.

"I'm... blessed," I said, not sure how to express the complicated things I was feeling. "Fucking blessed."

"Ain't that the truth," Erica chuckled. Then she turned to Kara. "Are we bi-comfortable enough to fool around for the pleasure of our man? Because he's too chivalrous to say it out loud, but he loves watching when I'm kissing and touching on Ivy or Vanessa."

Kara left her seat, bobbing across the pond towards Erica. "I think to know for certain, I'll probably need a bit of a sampling."

"Oh, a sampling, huh?" Erica smirked.

"A sampling," Kara nodded with a grin as she closed the last bit of distance, shooting a look towards me with an erotic, knowing smile. Their chests nudged together, breasts meeting at the edge of the water and below like perfect fleshy iceberg bumpers, and Erica reached up and ran a hand up the side of Kara's neck, her thumb stroking the Native woman's jawline.

They kissed. Lightly, at first. Their lips barely meeting and quickly separating. Experimental. Tasting. Just a tease. Then they did it again, and again. On the last one, Erica shot me almost the exact same glance that Kara had a moment before. Then their kissing deepened, and while Erica kept holding Kara softly, Kara's hand came up Erica's side and brushed over her side-boob.

I was

fucking hard

under the water. In all honesty, I wasn't quite sure if anything could have stopped me from being rock-hard like that. This was a fantasy come to life.

Every once in a while, in between kisses, one or both of them would smile over at me, checking in. Not checking in to make sure I was OK with what was happening, more like they were assuring themselves I was paying the rapt attention I was.

Then things shifted slightly. Erica pulled Kara backwards until Erica was perched back on her stone seat, and Kara ended up straddling her legs and sitting up a little higher out of the water. This gave Erica better access to trail kisses down Kara's neck to her chest, and then lower still until she was kissing the Native woman's cleavage, and finally gently teasing her little brown nipples. Erica licked them playfully, circling them repeatedly before sucking them between her lips and popping back off. This led to the first gentle moans between them, and Kara looked over at me with another of those glances like she was taking pleasure from knowing that I was watching and enjoying their display.

Part of me - admittedly a very small part - wanted to tell them to stop. We had shit to talk out. Things to put on the table. How did Kara feel about me and Erica being engaged? What about the pregnancy announcements? How did Erica

really

feel about Kara joining our family? Sure, she'd pushed for me to make it happen, but that had been more about me than her. What new balance were we going to need to find?

Both of them were commanding presences. Organisers. Managers. Leaders. Sex wasn't going to lay down boundaries that we needed to start understanding, or help emotions change when it came to stuff like Kara's recent history of protesting literally against

me

. I knew, before Kara had been a serious possibility of joining us, Erica and Vanessa (not even starting to mention Miriam) hadn't had a great view of her. That stuff needed to be cleared up.

The other part of me, the same one that unreasonably thought I could fight off a wolf if I needed to and that getting to

this

part was more important than grabbing a proper flashlight, started to repeatedly bash the metaphorical other part of me over the head with a wrench.

Erica left Kara's nipples and grabbed the Native woman by the ass, picking her up in a display of her moderate strength, and set Kara down a little higher on the rim of the pond, ushering her to lay back as she started kissing her toned and tanned stomach. Then up higher towards her breasts again. They both looked at me at the same time, both smiling the same way with hooded eyes and toothy grins, hungry and sexual and primal. Erica started to lavish even more attention on Kara, kissing and nibbling at her nipples as she slid a hand up Kara's chest to her throat, giving her a playful squeeze as they both chuckled quietly. Then she raised higher, back to them making out, but Kara only let that happen for a lingering moment before pulling her lips away to shift lower, catching Erica's hanging tit and starting some nipple-sucking of her own.

"Mmm, yeah, do that," Erica moaned with a little smile, closing her eyes for a moment. Then she turned back to look at me from the side where I was still sitting in the cool water. "She's definitely no sapphic virgin."

"Never claimed I was," Kara said, releasing Erica's breast with a little pop of her lips and then kissing her again.

"Mmf, OK," Erica said, pulling from the kiss. "Scootch back a little more. I want to watch him

destroy

your pussy, but first I want to devour it."

Kara shifted back a bit more onto the grass, just her ankles dangling over the edge into the water, and Erica knelt on the stone seat and leaned over the edge of the pond. This gave me an angled view of her ass and tits, a peek at where her cheeks pressed against Kara's thigh as she dropped her mouth to the other woman's pussy, and Kara's chest as she arched her back and groaned at the first few licks and kisses. Kara grabbed her breasts, kneading them hard as she received Erica's teasing and pleasing.

Despite the erotic view, I was tired of being patient and wanted to get involved. Rather than just rushing things though and mounting Erica from behind, I climbed out of the pond and knee-walked over to Kara until I was kneeling next to her head. She opened her eyes and looked at me lustfully, then turned her head and opened her mouth as she went for my cock, but I stopped her by shifting back and leaning down to kiss her.

I liked kissing all the women in our weird team relationship. Kissing was

fun

, and a form of communication I was still discovering the subtleties of on a daily basis. It was emotional and raw, and playful and intimate. Doing it with any of my partners, even the tentative ones I'd shared with Tanaya so far, were high on my list of things I'd be happy to do every damn day.

Right now, though, I really couldn't get enough of kissing Kara. It was history and nostalgia. Young romance come back around. It was a comfortability, and excitement, that I hadn't felt since I was a teenager. Not this flavour, not this specific vibe. Kissing Erica sparked the same stuff, the same excitement and

rightness

, the same fulfilment, just different.

I kissed Kara, and she kissed me back with a groan and a growl behind her lips. She reached up and held me then, making out as she received her oral pleasure from my fiancee. Then, when we both needed to gasp for breath, I sat back up and just marvelled at how beautiful she was for a moment, running my fingers up from her clavicle to her jaw, then trailing my thumb over those lips that I'd missed so damn much. She took my thumb between them, biting it gently as she squinted playfully, then sucking on it more lewdly, treating it like my cock for a long moment and I couldn't tell if she was trying to convince me to bring that into play, or was just making the most of every touch between us.

"Mmm, fuck, Kara," Erica groaned as she raised from her position, "Your pussy tastes fucking good but this rock is

not

easy on the knees." She climbed out of the pond, crawling up Kara's body and tossing her hair to the side before leaning down and kissing Kara again. I knew that she knew what she was doing as she shifted again, pressing her chest down against Kara's as they continued to kiss but raising her ass in the air and giving it a little wiggle and bounce.

I rewarded her, palming the closer cheek and giving it a squeeze, making her moan a laugh into Kara's kiss. She pulled her lips from the other woman and looked at me with a little grin, reaching back with one hand to peel her ass cheek open a little, flashing me her perfect asshole and dripping pussy. And she

was

practically dripping, and not from the pond. When Erica was turned on like she was now she got wet as hell. And flashing me all that, she grinned and went right back to kissing Kara, daring me silently to do something about it.