Treasure

Treasure Ch 5

The previous story was the last chapter, so I screwed it up with this. I have no idea how long it will be.

My muse started a text 'discussion,' wanting to be eaten by Faries.

Not death eaten, but you KNOW what type of eaten.

Well, I decided I could sort of work that out, but should I?

All humans and creatures are over 18 years of age. All humans and creatures are figments of my mind and are not meant to represent any creatures that walk our earth. If one does, please send me an email.

What do you do in someone else's timeline?

LIVE!

Months later...

Drew walked into quite a sensuous scene. Jeanne lay splayed on his bed. Eyes closed. Her right hand gripped her left breast. Her fingers lightly twisted her long-extended nipple. Her left hand gripped the blanket in a death grip.

Her head was slightly arched back. her mouth open, in a silent moan.

But a low throated moan did come forth and issue. Along with a spoken phrase "Fuck yes!"

While semi flat on her back, her right leg lay flat but splayed. Her foot was curled in rictus. Her left leg was up and bent at her knee. The leg and knee in the air, canted away from her womanly core. Her left foot showed signs of the same rictus, toes curled and tendons rigid.

Her back suddenly arched and the moan she admitted was deep and then feathered. The moan continued and she shivered the last...her life poured out of her until she collapsed on the bed.

'Petite Mort' the French call it, the little death.

Drew noted mentally that he always loved to watch and be part of her orgasms. In this case he was just a voyeur, not a participant. He could not see her lower lips or core.

Facing him was the most exquisite tight muscular slightly bluish ass of Pixy in her larger form. Her engorged lower lips were swollen with desire. He could see from across the room that her essence gathered around her swollen lower lips, providing a slight soft green tinge to her normal darker blue womanly flower.

He knew she tasted like honeydew melon when she was this turned on. And she was about to drip all over the throw that covered the bed in her desire to taste Jeanne.

Pixy continued to feast on Jeanne's engorged pussy, kissing her inner thighs and blowing cool air on Jeanne's distended clit and lower lips.

Jeanne just laid in a comatose state emitting little moans and beathing shallowly.

"Come my lord, take her. She is ready for you." Drew heard in his head.

He moved forward, dropping his shorts, after pulling them over his rigid cock. He pulled his t-shirt over his head because he wanted full skin-to-skin contact with his lover.

Pixy, feeling Drew mount the bed, started to move left. She received a resounding smack on her left cheek and made a decided squeak at the sudden pain...and pleasure of her lords' direction.

"Why Lord?" Drew heard again in his head, but the question turned to a higher pitched moan as she felt the crown of his cock brush past one cheek and settle in the valley of her lower lips.

"She is your greatest desire lord, Take her!" Pixy commented aloud.

"Keep pleasuring her while I play Pixy" was Drews response as he grabbed her athletic hips and shoved forward.

There was a keening noise that erupted from Pixy. She dropped her shoulders to lay her head on Jeanne's mons. Pixy's long prehensile tongue snaked out and lightly touched Jeanne's clit and then slithered inside her tight hole. Jeanne arched and grabbed Pixy's blue hair, intertwining her fingers. Pixy's head, slightly turned, rode the waves of Jeanne's second but smaller orgasm.

Drew thrust and thrust and Pixy made the most adorable noises as she neared her climax. Finally, she shuddered and fell away from him. She reached up and grabbed his still hard cock and led him down to Jeanne's waiting splayed swollen lips.

Jeanne moaned as he filled her. Her moaning amplified as he bent to take one of her large sensitive nipples in his mouth.

He looked over as Jeanne made more sensual noises and saw that Pixy had scooted up and taken the other ripe nipple in her mouth.

Pixy looked over at Drew, smiled, and winked.

***

Back to the future...Months before

Drew was confused by the whole pregnancy and birth issues of his alien lovers. The 'rules' were as varied as his alien lovers.

Patricia had a gestation period, double that of her 'sisters' and was comatose 50% of the time. He had been reassured over and over that this was normal. Then 'they' came to take her.

He was informed, she would be in an underground cave-like facility with other females of her kind being cared for as a group. She had refused to leave Drew and the 'sisters' and Drew had set up a darkened space in Drews office addition so she could have a muted light area. They added moving blankets over the windows and special spectrum lamps to create a proper habitat for her gestation. An inflatable mattress and layers of quilts made for a soft and comfortable nest.

And then she vanished. Drew was beyond himself with anger and grief. The alien representative for her race just shrugged and Kitty and a full-size pixy had to hold him back with physical strength and magic from doing violence over the issue.

Pleading, begging and hope had little to no effect on the representatives. They had taken her and there was nothing Drew could do but mourn their connection, which he could feel had been stretched beyond breaking.

Her time away from him went on for months.

Until one day he felt the connection snap. He knew he had lost Patricia.

He was informed remotely that she had died. Lost was his mate and his children. There was no medical reason for his loss. There was no justification, explanation or apology issued, just the fact, she had died, and his mourning was amplified.

It was the bond, and he knew it, they knew it too, but would not admit it.

They did not understand the bond. All three of them, he and his sister-wives had felt the termination of that part in their shared lives.

He was offered another 'test subject' for what they considered the experiment. His response was considered 'very rude' and 'quite inappropriate.'

He just cut off all communication and mourned with his two other mates.

*

Pixy was swollen and pregnant with her brood and then she was not. It shook Drew to learn that they had been taken to a different magical place to be raised with other children of her kind. He had had enough of loss and was terrified he had lost all their children. Pixy used more magic to calm him and let him 'feel' them.

Drew originally thought that it was due to him being human living in a mostly human world. He learned that this was normal. The younglings would visit when they were older and had their magic under control.

Kitty had had three kittens, but the small male did not survive the first night. They all grieved his loss.

Kitty curled around Drew, and Pixy wrapped them both in her magic.

Drew was finding the process of the mounting losses difficult. He spent many hours wondering if this was his fault because of the 'bond' or his ability to procreate with aliens.

But as Kitty and Pixy reminded him, his life with aliens was as close to 'normal' as they were going to have. Kitty with her physical love and Pixy with her mental joining let Drew know that their life together was special...and that...life continues.

*

Drew's and Kitty's two daughters were another story within the household. They were born large and loud. Kitty had created her own nest in the second bedroom closet. She preened the youngsters constantly and enjoyed the nursing as a proud momma. She did warn Drew that the nursing just made her horny. He was warned verbally with her feral smile leading the way. The warning was more of desire than reality.

In truth the nursing took a lot out of her.

So, life continued with two of his playmates tired and sleeping. Kitty just curled around the two kittens and would sparingly allow Drew or Pixy to hold them while she cleaned herself or got a quick meal. She warned the two that things would change as soon as they opened their eyes.

First the naming of the kittens and then the fun.

Kittens liked to play.

*

Drews eyes opened, and he saw the first vestiges of morning light coming through the window in his in-suite. He swept his hand under the covers and felt the smooth feminine butt next to him. He knew Kitty rose early to feed the kittens. Even though they were now weaned she rose and would be out checking on them. He immediately felt at peace.

He felt Pixy shift and roll over. His arm was grabbed, and she pulled her body tight to him. His hand and wrist were shoved and then folded between her legs as she shifted her head against his shoulder. Drew could feel her hips start to undulate and a warmth spread on his trapped hand and arm.

His mentally damaged pup crept over slowly and got her morning scratches. Psychologically damaged before he got her, she never became the dog he hoped for. But she had a good life. With the addition of his 'sister wives,' the pup had flourished under the attention of the females in his house.

Drew heard a sound and the Pup bolted sideways and leapt off the bed.

Two cannonballs rocketed into the master suite, flew over the footboard of the four-poster bed, and crashed on top of his legs. They spun and untangled themselves and started to wrestle. Cruella (immediately shortened to Cru) and Bagheera (shortened to Bee. It was either that or 'baggy') continued to wrestle and tried to make their way north to say good morning to 'Papa.'

Cru, with her white streak that traveled from between her brows, over her head to mid back, was easy to identify. Bee was jet black, and always seemed to vanish into any shadow. If not for her golden eyes (her mother's) she would vanish completely.

Kitty sauntered over to the doorway, still naked. Her normal kilt and long sleeve men's shirt (his, preferably with his scent) was missing. She preferred naked but was tired of all the human males and a few females, ogling her rows of extended nipples on her pert breasts and her pronounced lower lips.

"Cru! Bee! Say good morning to Papa and Auntie Pix and come help me make breakfast," Drew heard over the sudden scramble and purring at his neck.

Then both kittens rose a bit so a muzzle was on each cheek, and they could look into his eyes.

"Good morning, Papa and Auntie Pixy," they stated in tandem and then were gone in a flash.

All he heard was some fussing between the kittens and the scrabble of claws against the hardwood floor, Avi.

They shot out the doorway past their mom in hot pursuit of the small terrier. Each morning, Avi tried to avoid the twins. She tried to escape the next phase, the hunting of their more fragile nest mate, Avi the house pup.

There came a moan in his ear. Pixy humped harder on his hand. With the loss of children in the bed, Pixy had one thing in mind, getting fucked...or at least a morning orgasm.

"Leave some of his juice for me you slut! I get him all tonight. It has been too long, and I am beyond horny," Kitty added with her hand lightly rubbing her lower lips.

'Yes, my sister. I just need a slight pick-me-up for the morning." Pixy added with a giggle from her hidden spot in the covers.

"Short pick me up my ass, you little blue trollop. You have drained him every day and it is my turn to get a little something-something." She stated loving the odd blend of human phraseology.

With that Kitty turned, showing her muscular ass, and twitching thick tail. The tail has a more pronounced swish as she contemplated screwing Drew hard, later that day.

Drew could hear her admonishing the kittens to play softer with the little terrier that was trying to hide under the sofa.

Considering how damaged Avi was when he got her, and all the changes that had happened in her life, she loved the attention of the two munchkins. If they held back their claws and teeth, the three careened around the house and yard all day, and then crashed together in the nest, curled together for the night.

Pixy had lowered her head and was sucking Drew's cock slowly more to get it wettened, since it was now a rod of steel.

She quickly threw her leg over his waist and mounted him in cowgirl. She rode him hard wanting to feel his cum splash inside her. She was mumbling a version of fairy speech when she felt him vibrate and his cock stiffen.

He started to cum and hers followed immediately. Her wings stiffened and shot wide proudly. Multicolored streaks filled the fine gossamer film. She breathed a mumbling sound, and then slumped her forehead on his chest.

They both rose and showered before breakfast. The shower led to her being on her knees sucking Drew back to full engorgement.

They both heard the same comment "No you do not, you blue slut! He is mine until tomorrow!" came from Kitty at the bathroom doorway. He heard giggling in his mind as Pixy looked up at him, his cock still firmly lodged in her throat.

*

Pixy had taken up the slack and carted the twins off to take a hike to give Kitty and Drew adult time. Madonna Mountain had never suffered such drama before. Pixy flicked to her barbie doll size and floated above the two as they careened up the walking trail. The two thought it would be fun to trail and 'hunt' the other hikers.

Pixy kept an aerial watch so the two did not take things to extremes. Magic was a wonderful thing to keep these two within the 'rules.'

Kitty had him all to herself and took advantage of the situation. She pounced on Drew and dragged him to bed. There was no foreplay, there was no cute cuddles, there was sex. Unbridled sex.

Kitty had been warning him of his pending bedding and he had taken one of his ED pills he kept for emergencies like this. Once or twice a day he could manage, but a solid day of his needing to be hard brought out the pharmaceuticals.

She had ridden him through her multiple orgasms until she was finally sated. She did not pull him out but rolled them to their side with him still deep inside her. She finally released him and spun to her knees to present her ass held high.

"You can come in either hole my mate, but be warned I am sliding into heat already and we could end up pregnant if you come in me" '

"You tell me this now? After I have been in you for hours?" commented Drew with more giggle than stress.

"Oh, my Lord and Mate, once you take one of your magic pills, I know you will not cum until you pound me silly."

She paused and looked over her shoulder with her smile. Her muscular ass and thick tail started to swing, jiggle and swish.

"Take me my mate. Cum in me and reclaim me."

*

Drew sat out on the porch staring at the dawning of morning. His mates were asleep, and his dick was plain sore.

He was just spending time sipping his strong tea and thinking about the past several weeks. His thoughts bounced between the love of each of the family members and the loss of Patricia and the children...and then back again.

He was a little surprised at the 'ease' with which his mates took the loss and continued with life. Pixy had tried to show him how she dealt with the loss of her 'sister,' but Drew could not just let go of his pain.

He thought back to his previous evening with Kitty. She had come at him with vengeance. He had survived and enjoyed the more physical love with the black cat woman. But, after her multiple orgasms they talked. She had shared how she felt the loss deeply, but life had to move on and there was nothing she could do to fix the issue, so she focused on the twins.

She did smile and note how grateful she was to have her 'sister' and how she hoped Drew would add to the family in the future. She enjoyed the life within Drew's 'pride.'

Drew was not sure if his grief was a product of his being human, or just being Drew.

And of course, this was the moment Karma decided to stick its dick in Drews life again.

***

"My Lord," Pixy stated as she cruised and fluttered in her Barbie size out to the porch holding his phone. Drew looked at her and scowled regarding the 'Lord' designation. She 'heard' his objection for the umpteenth time and smiled and shrugged as she handed him his phone.

"She just called and then sent a text," Pixy commented but sent a flash picture of Jeanne sprawled naked and satisfied, on his bed. It was a memory from long ago, Pixy had plucked it from his brain during one of their many bouts of enthusiastic sex. It was not just an image in his mind, it was the totality of his feelings when he and Jeanne had been making love. The image included taste, smells, and the physicality of being deep inside her. His love, so intense that the hair would rise on his arms from the passion he felt for her. It was a love borne out of 40 years of urning.

He had spent time apologizing for thinking of his past love interest while pounding Pixy into the mattress.

She surprised Drew by making sure he knew she wanted to share in the experience if the opportunity ever arrived. The vision had given him an immediate erection that furthered their day of sex and play.

He told Pixy not to count on it. But in his mind the urning always continued.

Drew pulled open the text and read and recognized the wording as if it had been written years previously.

"Drew...I hope you are doing well. I hear that life has thrown sadness in your direction. I too, have had a loss and need to get out of town for a bit. It has nothing to do with sex. In fact, it is the farthest thing from my mind right now. It is just a need to get away and spend some adult time talking."

The first text ended but then he saw a continuation had been sent.

"We always could talk, and you would give me a form of strength I need right now. Would it be ok if I came up for this weekend or Friday through Sunday?"

He looked and re-read the text for the third time. Pixy had landed and now draped herself over his shoulder. Every so often he caught himself noting the oddities of his new life. In his previous timeline he would not call any version of this normal. His lover in miniature draped over his shoulder as they both read a text from his previous lover. Not to mention getting hard in his lightweight cotton shorts as he sat on his front porch, with just the thought of Jeanne.

Pixy, reading his thoughts leaned into him, kissed his cheek, and then spun around and headed for his lap and the hardening cock.

"Not on the front porch," he admonished quietly. She gave him a pout look and then fluttered back to his shoulder.

"You will say 'yes,' my lord. Wont you?" asked Pixy.

She already knew the answer.

Drew thought and then hit the call button.

"Hi" she answered quietly. Drew always did love to hear her voice.

"Hi back Jeanne." There was silence and so Drew just continued.

"To answer your text, of course you can come up and visit. You can stay as long as you wish." Drew then paused and he felt Pixy move to put her arms around his head.

"If I can ask," Drew paused briefly, "What happened with Mr. Tennessee?"

And at that moment, both he and Pixy were ghostly apparitions in Jeanne's living room. He looked down on Jeanne and could see and feel the hurt and anguish emanating from her. More of Pixy's magic.

He saw the tears dripping down to her lap from Jeanne's downturned face. Drew turned his head slightly and nodded to Pixy. They were immediately back on his porch.

"I will explain later if you want. Let us just say it did not work out as planned." Jeanne countered.

"No need to fill in the blanks. We will talk more on Friday when you arrive." Drew answered.

"You sure it's OK with your..."

Drew felt movement on his shoulder but could hear Pixy in his head.