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This chapter is part of a series. Please read the preceding chapters before starting this one.
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At the front, left corner of our glorious new house was a statue of me, Rebekah, Myrna, Leedra, and Pamela. At the other corner was a smaller statue. It was of me, sitting on the ground, alone, facing the house.
"What the fuck is that?!" Pamela gasped.
Myrna snickered.
Leedra put her hands on her hips and - based on her body language - was preparing to launch a full-out assault.
"It is our family," she said, firmly.
"Okay," Pamela said, glancing around at Lee, Sondra, and the rest of us before looking back at Leedra. "I get the three of you standing around Basil like love-sick puppies but what the fuck am I doing, perched on his shoulder like some kind of killer parrot?"
"You are protecting us," Leedra said, her voice softening a little. "We support Basil - who is supporting you - lifting you up to where you can strike from a position of power. Your knives are ready to strike our enemies down. Our enemies shudder in fear before you."
Pamela walked around to look where her sculpture-self's back foot was. It was actually pushing off of the wall of the house. Her statue's front foot was on my shoulder. She was in the middle of launching herself - pushing off from our home - and using me to aim herself - at our unseen "enemies" - as Leedra called them. She had a knife in each hand and she looked intent on causing great harm.
"I do look pretty bad-ass," Pamela said, finally.
"Definitely," I agreed.
"Bad? Ass?" Leedra asked.
"You made me into a living nightmare - a scary mother-fucker," Pamela said.
"Why would you want to fuck your ...!?" Myrna gasped.
"Scary Sexy!" Leedra exclaimed, excitedly.
Pamela looked back at the statue and then nodded her head.
"Yeah," she said.
Leedra leapt forward, wrapped the warrior in a hug, and said, "Scary Sexy."
"I love you too, kitten," Pamela said, hugging her back. "You did an amazing job, considering the fact that Basil and I weren't even here - that totally looks like us."
I walked over to check out the other statue. I got a little surprise.
"So, what's with naked me, sitting over here, facing the house?" I asked.
"What?!" Pamela gasped, laughing.
The rest of the group came over to look.
Without a shred of guilt, Leedra pulled up her robes and settled onto my penis - or rather my statue's penis - taking the cock fully inside of her.
My statue was sitting, naked, on the ground, leaning back just slightly - with my legs stretched out in front of me. My cock was fully erect, and my hands were lying on the edges of my thighs - palms up. Leedra had settled her rounded butt into the palms of my statue's hands - which cradled her ass - as she took my statue-cock straight up her cunt. She reached forward, gripped the statue's biceps, and began fucking herself, up and down, on my statue-dick.
She hadn't been at it more than a few seconds when her body trembled and golden light strobed from her face and chest.
"Did you ...?" I asked. "Did you just cum - and level up - by fucking a statue of me?"
Leedra - still mounted on my statue cock - resting in the palms of my statue hands - opened her eyes, looked at me, and said, "Hera liked my statue."
"Holy, fucking, shit!" Pamela gasped.
"Yeah," I agreed, shaking my head.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced over at Leedra's parents. My mother-in-law was looking a little too longingly at my statue. My father-in-law was staring at his daughter, in awe.
"Leedra and the Dreamer," he whispered.
"Whelp!" I said, hoping to shift the focus elsewhere. "I'm starving. Anybody else hungry?"
As we headed inside, I grabbed Myrna's fingers.
"Can you put a little hedge or something around that to kind of ...?"
"Yeah," she said, grinning. "I'll give it a little more privacy."
"Thanks," I said.
Sondra had fixed us food as well - so we had plenty to eat. Her food was almost as good as the Head Chef's. For a brief moment, I thought about the fact that I could level her up - but that was just a little too weird. Hopefully, she didn't go see Lissa to change her profession and then use my statue to level herself up. Best not to dwell on that ...
Dinner conversation turned to all of the amenities in the new house. Leedra's parents would not stop gushing about everything. She had, apparently, taken them on the full tour - including our rooms - as well as the basement vault.
My mother-in-law somehow ended up standing behind my chair, nestling the back of my head between her full-bodied mammaries - as she massaged my neck and head - and begged me to allow the two of them to join us for the first test of the giant hot tub.
I tried to tell her that it wouldn't be that night but she had - apparently - already bribed all of the rest of the members of my family.
Leedra had filled it with water. Myrna had grown a dense thicket of thorn bushes in the furnace under it and then somehow killed them off and dried them out enough to be lit on fire. Rebekah had started the fire and then portaled out of there as the whole thing ignited.
We put up the dirty dishes (with Rebekah returning the ones that belonged at the communal kitchens) and then Leedra led us through the new door - into our section of the house. Steam was rising from the huge tub. I knelt down, stuck a finger in and quickly yanked it back out.
"We need a thermometer," I told Pamela.
She nodded.
It wasn't THAT hot - so I put my hand in and then pulled it out once more. It was a little too hot.
"Leedra, if we add a little cold water - to cool it off enough for us to get in - can you do something to stir the water around - so the cooler water and the hotter water mix together?"
She nodded.
I went to the faucet - for the cold water - and opened it wide - letting it blast for a few seconds. The overflow went into the spillover drains and sloughed away - the design was working perfectly. I killed the water and then headed back to join the others.
A narrow pillar of stone "grew" out of the floor. Fan blades appeared on it - like a ceiling fan - and then it began spinning.
"Perfect, honey," I said, "good job."
She nodded - continuing to focus on her task.
After a few minutes, I stuck my hand back in.
"It's hot - but I think we can make it work," I told the group. "It's going to feel like you're boiling yourself alive at first. I usually just ease into it."
"Add a little more cold water, Basil," Pamela advised.
"Yeah, okay," I said, moving back towards the spigot.
"They're not as used to hot tubs," she reasoned aloud.
"You're right," I admitted.
I gave it another good, long blast of mountain stream water and then killed the flow. Leedra continued stirring the contents of the pool with her non-ceiling-fan turbine. I gave it a second, tried the water again, and nodded to Pamela.
I started to take off my clothes and then looked over at Leedra's parents.
"Nobody will mind," her father said. "You are, obviously, not from Gaia. Public baths are common here."
"With your in-laws?" I asked.
"In? Law?" he entoned.
"Your spouse's parents," I clarified. "You don't mind seeing your wife's husband naked?"
"We already have a statue," he said, grinning.
I literally facepalmed.
Deciding that I couldn't be any more embarrassed than I already was, I stripped off and dropped into the water.
"Oh, fuck!" I gasped - stopping at my waist - waiting for my body to adjust.
