It was close to Midnight, and I had to make a call. Fucking nine goblin women, no matter how they supercharge my sperm factory, was likely to take most of the night. I nodded to Lotte, accepting the inevitable. My distrust of a Queen that just HAD to see us right away overrode my other reservations.
I wish I could say it was a night of passion, but I had to get through nine women. Worse, four of the six nieces were three hole virgins, adding eight more holes I had to fill with cum. The benefit was that Allie, Dani, Ellie, and Miriam would presumable be supercharged like Lyn and Lee.
Everything was done assembly line. Nine vaginas filled with cum and verified pregnancies. Eight of the nine were expecting twins, with Mary pregnant with quads. Next were four blow jobs. Each of the girls went at it with gusto and were quick to get my cum into their bellies. I noticed their red hair glowed lightly once they swallowed my load and my link with them was stronger. Lastly, we got in the shower and all my wives worked to keep me hard enough to ream four rosebuds and depot my final loads. Like Lyn and Lee; Allie's, Dani's, Ellie's, and Miriam's hair flared in brightness. As each had their turn, I felt them join Lyn and Lee in the stronger mental connection we shared. The four were very happy to join the ranks of JAK's Three Hole Slut Club. I got more than a few hot kisses once their status was confirmed.
I was bushed. Best guess it was pushing four-thirty. Arlene and her crew would be back around seven, so we cleaned up and crashed. Not sure who I slept with, but there were at least five of them in bed with me.
It seemed like my head had just hit the pillow when there were bangs, thumps, and other noises coming from the main room in the suite. We all got up, I threw on my robe yet again, wondering how bad it smelled since I had been wearing it for at least a couple of days. My time sense was bit off, but not for long. I got six messages from Lyn and the other five that it was December 28th. Seemed like there was an extra day tacked on, but I was reminded of time zone differences, date lines, etc... Didn't know they had that here, but I guess they do.
Entering the main room, the noise wasn't just from Arlene and her crew, but from a dozen male caterers overseen by a pair of stern female goblins. Tables were set up, food laid, and all the accoutrements to support a lavish breakfast were assembled. Then the caterers left, leaving only my fourteen wives and Arlene with her now five male goblins.
Lotte kept me from moving to the food, handing me off to Arlene. I gave her a dirty look, before submitting to the tailors' attention. It was easy to see why five males were here. Everything needed a nip or a tuck, some type of tweak to make everything fit well, so I was comfortable, and meet Arlene's approval. She was still miffed with my color and style choices, but overall seemed happy with the results.
The shoes fit fine, only needing a slight adjustment to the heel and a final shine. They were taken away, along with the clothes to finish the adjustments, iron, press, and/or shine. It was pushing eight and they said they'd be back in an hour.
As they left, one of the Palace stuffed shirts showed up. Another bitch full of her own importance. We were informed the Queen would see us at 10:30, so we would be picked up at 9:45 and escorted to the audience chamber. Apparently, we'd get to stand around until she showed up. The 10:30 appointment sounded soft, and I wouldn't be surprised if the Queen was delayed "due to reasons of state".
With the functionary gone, I again moved towards the food, only to be stopped by all fourteen of my wives. Lotte gave her head a shake before the she and the others piled food on their plates, clinked the glasses and silverware, and not eating a thing. Each took a trip to one of the bathrooms holding full plates then returning with empty. They all did this twice before Lyn pulled out her bag of tricks, opened it, and pulled out a large cooler with the food from home.
Everybody ate some, Lyn and Lee making sure I ate more than my share. Then she pulled out a couple of carafes and poured tea for everyone. Once we finished that, she pulled out a small box. Opening it, she handed out rings to each of my wives and one to me, then put everything away, closing her suitcase.
I moved forward and slipped a ring onto each of their left hand ring fingers, then Lyn slipped mine onto my ring finger. Hugs, kisses, and tears of happiness would have continued for hours if not for the knock on the door announcing the return of Arlene.
Blazing in as though riding a comet, Arlene fussed as her now eight assistants made sure every piece of clothing was perfect, before moving onto the next. Each was properly pressed and hung. I opted for the black suit with the cream shirt. Minute adjustments and she was happy, the suit carefully brushed. Underwear and sleepwear were also provided, along with a nice luggage set to pack it all in. Everything felt great, even the shoes. I never had tailored clothes before and was appreciating the difference compared to off the rack.
While my drama was going on, each of my fourteen wives rotated through the bedroom and bathrooms. As one came out, another went in. At no time were there less than six with me, three of them being one of my three hole girls. By the time Arlene was done and I was ready to go, each of my wives had done a wonder. Each was wearing amazing slinky, sexy, form fitting dresses. Each with matching shoes and a matching clutch. If I wasn't still tired from too much fucking, not enough sleep, and having an appointment with the Queen, I'd be taking them for dinner and dancing, followed by another night of fucking. Damn, they were HOT!
Everyone was ready just in time. I had just finished admiring Lotte's sisters. They were particularly well dressed and oozing sex. Could those slits be cut any higher and I couldn't tell if they were wearing panties. I know none of my wives were wearing bras, the dresses providing the minimal support required to keep their boobs under control. Anyhow, the bitch functionary showed up and we were all moved towards the audience chamber, again with a couple of dozen female guard escorts.
As expected, we were early, very early. It wasn't even ten o'clock when we arrived. We were escorted in and between our guards and the ones already in the room, I estimated there were 80-100 in total. Up by the dais and throne stood the boss bitch that met us at the Palace last night. She didn't look any happier today than last night. Other than the fifteen of us and the guards, there was no one else in the room. There was also nowhere to sit.
My ladies wanted to just huddle in the middle of the chamber. Me, I wanted to look around, so I did, so my entourage followed. I'm sure it was against some rule, given the looks the guards sent my way, but fuck them. The stonework and woodwork were interesting. Lots of details, showing top notch artistry and fine craftsmanship. All the banners had a story to tell, each noting some event in Goblin History and presumably the Royal Family. Boss bitch got cranky when I got too close to the dais, so I backed off. The floor was interesting. I couldn't tell what the material was. It was all one piece, but seemed to have different colors and designs manifest as you walked around the room.
All my wanderings and musings burned up well over an hour. Still no Queen, just like I expected. The guards were still guarding, and the boss bitch still looked pissed off. We moved back to the center of the room and huddled like my girls wanted to earlier. Each was talking softly, and I didn't catch anything they were saying. My six three hole sluts were clustered around me, with Allie and Miriam up front, Lyn and Lee by my side, and Dani and Ellie behind me. Each was standing close. In the case of Lyn and Lee, they were each holding an arm.
Another ten or fifteen minutes passed before there was a great fanfare. Based on the announcements, first there were a couple of high functionaries, the Royal Doctor and the Chamberlain. Next was the Crown Princess, Charlene, and her half dozen support staff/hangers on. After her were the Royal Consorts Denise and Francine, again with each having half a dozen toadies. Lastly, Queen Bitch Isadora showed up with a dozen tough looking guards. It appears it was finally time to get this show on the road.
A slew of puffery was said. I pretty much tuned out until Lotte was called forward. More fake words as the Queen praised her, yada yada yada. I wasn't surprised that nothing was directed at me. Lotte gamely responded to the Queen. The Royal Doctor was very interested in what Lotte was saying about how vigorous my sperm was and how that led to the amazing fertility treatment outcomes at her clinic.
This went on for a bit. Suddenly, the Queen made an announcement. It was more than a bit long winded, but boiled down to the Donor, me, going off with the Royal Doctor where I would be hooked up to a "milking machine" to harvest my sperm. I was to become the key ingredient in a Royal monopoly on sperm, with the Queen and her advisors deciding who would get it. Unsaid, was at what price.
