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This chapter is part of a series. Please read the preceding chapters before starting this one.
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The next morning, when we woke up, Skela got up without a word and disappeared. In a few minutes, she returned - with Pamela in-tow. I looked up at Skela, trying to figure out what was up.
"She's six levels from 400," Skela said. "You've been unlocking my abilities, but I'll bet Pamela would benefit from whatever skills this next round gets her."
Skela threw back the covers and Pamela quickly slid onto my rigid cock. Skela climbed on behind her and started rubbing her hands over Pamela's body as the knife fighter rode me. There wasn't much for me to do - so I just laid back and enjoyed the show.
Pamela reached a hand behind her and found Skela's twat with her fingers. Skela's fingertips became much more aggressive - targeting Pamela's nipples and clit. Soon, the room was filled with sounds that had my balls ready to explode. When Pamela managed to get Skela to squirt, it created a series of chain-reactions that ended up with me dumping two loads into Pamela and another into Skela before the two of them tumbled onto me and lay there panting, trying to catch their breaths.
Fiera stuck her head into the room, to call us to breakfast, and asked, "What did I miss?!"
I got everybody (and the bed) cleaned up, we got dressed, and headed for breakfast.
"How's your backside?" I asked Sondra as I greeted her with a hug. "Do you need a heal this morning?"
"A little tender," she said, "but it's fine."
I fist-bumped Lee on the way to my chair. Skela still had the seat of honor at his side.
After breakfast, we all headed to the temple.
Lissa had been talking to the crafters and they'd come up with a proposal. Given the fact that most visitors to Hera's Rest were going to be heading for the temple first, the crafters requested to have the new shops bordering the central plaza area that we had built.
Crafters that focused primarily on things that would be sold to visitors would have priority for occupying the shops that faced the plaza. Crafters whose trade was more directed towards the residents of our small city would occupy the shops in the two rows that flanked those. I asked about putting them in back-to-back but Lissa argued that some visitors might still need those services or goods - and reasoned that they should all face the plaza - with an alley down the middle so that you didn't have to walk clear to the ends to access the shops in the back. We would also, down the road, have the potential to add more shops when needed.
We spent the next hour conferring with various shop owners - getting a feel for what needed to be in the basic structures - to make them as useful to everyone as possible - so that our design didn't overtly favor one kind of crafter - but also encouraged all of them to take advantage of the new buildings we were constructing. I modeled several designs for them and we finally settled on two that they found acceptable. Leedra started on the stonework - alternating between the two designs - while Rebekah and Myrna went back to the valley to get dirt, ornamental shrubs, flowering plants, and a few small trees to use to decorate the buildings and the area.
Since they no longer needed me, I ended up at the temple - fucking my way through cooks, seamstresses, leather workers, guards, and whoever else showed up. Since my body had become trained - like Pavlov's dogs - to climax when my partner did, I decided to see if I could speed up my work a little bit. I laid on my back on the altar and took the next three in line. The first mounted my cock and the other two got my fingers. My instructions to them were that - as soon as they knew they were going to cum - they needed to get their tight little cunt on my cock. They would climax, my body would respond, they'd get Hera's blessing, and then step out of line so that the next one could step up.
Our first attempt was a failure. The girl fucking my right hand came before she could change places - which caused me to cum - which set off the girl on my cock. The sounds the other two girls were making caused the girl on my left hand to climax and - when she came - I shot off again. I sent the girl who'd just gotten a double-shot away, rolled the other two onto their backs, and made sure they each got a protein injection.
I got everything cleaned up and then called for the next two. I intended to put one on each hand - leaving my cock available for whoever got ready to burst first. The blonde, however, assured me that she'd fingered the hell out of her cunt as she'd watched the last round and didn't need much more to go off. I took her at her word and - sure enough - she exploded (literally) in about three strokes. She got a gift from Hera and then bent to kiss me before rolling off of the altar to stumble away to find her clothes. By that point, the girl riding my left hand was primed - and switched to my cock. Without me saying a thing, the next girl in line climbed onto the altar and sank her cunt onto my left hand.
We had a few close-calls after that, but the line was moving way faster than normal, so I considered the whole thing a success and we kept after it. If a girl (or woman) was taking too long on my left hand, I would switch her to the right and bring up the next girl. Again, things got dicey a couple times - but nothing like the Niagara Falls incident we had to start the day.
By the time lunch arrived, I was parched. I drained two canteens and ate everything on the plate. The kitchen worker gave me a kiss and darted off. I couldn't remember her name but she was a squealer. That's a little hard to forget.
Lissa stopped by, while I was eating, and told me that there was a small army marching from Westplain. She said that Middlegrove had been gearing up (as we'd already heard from Jasper and Rebekah). She assumed that the two groups were going to try to join forces at the crossroads. She had been talking to Pamela and my high school crush was hoping to hit the two units in the middle of them trying to merge. The commanders and troops would be sitting on their heels - working to figure out their pecking order - and she hoped to take advantage of the confusion to strike - maybe even getting the two groups to turn against each other and do some of our dirty work for us. Meanwhile, there was a new commander coming up through the ranks in Northmarch (the city that Rebekah's mom lived in) that had a burr in his saddle for us. Lissa was hoping to use Skela to remove him before he gathered enough support to begin amassing a fighting force that would become a true threat.
After lunch, I went back to double-fisting the women of Hera's Rest - trying to get Pamela's forces turned into a real army. Army was the wrong word. We didn't operate that way. We weren't waiting for them to come to us - although we'd done what I thought was necessary to prepare the plateau for a siege. We were more of a guerilla force. It was working for us so far - especially with Rebekah's ability to put us where we needed to be when it would work to our favor. Since it was working well, we were probably going to stick with it.
The line of women came (and came) and went. I didn't even have to yell "Next!". As they stood in line, they figured out the routine we'd developed. When it was their turn, they climbed onto the altar, started riding my fingers, and then jumped to my cock as soon as it was available - making room for the next woman to climb up.
Silena came racing into the temple.
"All guards gear up and report to the guard house, the bandits have returned and are making their way across the bridge! Report to the Captain of the Guard for instructions."
"Basil?"
Pamela called into my mind.
"Silena's making her announcement in the temple now,"
I told her.
"Can you send me Rebekah, Leedra, and Myrna?"
she asked.
"Yes."
"Thanks."
"I love you,"
I told her.
"Take care of yourself and your sisters."
"I get a victory fuck when this is over,"
she replied.
