Homestead Happiness
The Coon Brigade was able to finish transporting back all the stolen goods by the early afternoon, even the very shell-shocked donkey. Zen had decided to just refer to them collectively as he couldn't tell them apart, mostly due to their tendency to trade masks when no one was looking. He had them go to the forest and bring back plenty of trees so that he could build some proper fortifications and weapons. Who knew what else was out there.
Sarina provided him with some more information on the area as he walked the perimeter of the town, Aleyna making notes on structural defenses. For a bandit leader, she had a good head for tactics.
The town was located southwest of the great forest, which itself stretched further than either Sarina or Aleyna knew. The next nearest towns were a three-day journey either west or south of them. Each town functioned as their own city-states, running themselves as necessary. When asked about a king or emperor, the two wives simply cocked their heads at him blankly.
The town was centered on the church Zen had arrived, and exploded, in. Across from it were numerous residences primarily for the priests, but also other well-to-do villagers. Down the road were two-story buildings packed closely together, with numerous shops on the first floor. There wasn't anything too fancy here, but things like a bakery, tailor, bookstore, and tavern did line the road. There was also a smithy and lumbermill behind the church. Radiating outward was additional housing and on the outskirts were the farms. The whole town had perhaps two hundred people, with about one-tenth of them being assigned as mates to him.
Zen had ended up drawing a map of the town and had Aleyna help him with designing the appropriate level of defenses. She drew out a wall that the Coon Brigade could build that wouldn't be overly high but solid enough to withstand even an angry bear. Two gates, on either side of the town, would provide a way to barricade themselves in, with four watch towers to cover them. It would take some time, but they had the manpower, or kidpower, to do it.
I feel like child protective services is going to bust us at some point here.
He also spoken with the blacksmith, a rather gruff looking rabbit-man named Alvin, with half his right ear missing, about weapons, which only earned him a confused stare. He explained what he wanted, but the designs kept slowly morphing into farming equipment, so he tried to draw some basic spear heads and show him. Honestly, the concept of killing or intentionally injuring someone was foreign to him, to all of them, even Aleyna who was a fucking bandit. He eventually settled for a bunch of sharp trowel heads and would have the woodcutter make him a bunch of long staves that he could affix them to. Bowyers also didn't exist, so he needed to figure out how he could make a bow and what materials would even work for the string.
Zen had asked about the concept of killing things later considering they ate meat at their meals, so it shouldn't be fully foreign to them. Sarina showed him the chickens and various birds they raised as well as pointing out the river nearby where he could see numerous boats pulling up nets with various fish in them. So, killing livestock like this was acceptable, but anything else, even the boars and wild animals that would raid the farms at times, was just a completely incomprehensible action. Zen briefly wondered if maybe the goddess Anastra hadn't really thought a lot of this out.
By evening, Zen was exhausted, both mentally and physically, so he was happy to sit down at the dining table with Sarina and Aleyna, who had been getting along a lot better as the day wore on.
"Zen, we will need to select additional service mates now that you have a second wife." Sarina was sipping at her soup as she explained his activities for the next day. "We should each have our own so that Mana and Nyala can focus on your needs. Of course, you will also need to see to the new mates' needs, but they will be a lower priority than your wives and your direct service mates."
"Yeah, ya can assign me someone that ya fancy for now, but we should get some strong ones so that they can be bodyguards."
"That raises a good question actually," Zen was soaking up his soup with a fresh bread roll, "Is there a reason that the villagers here are so weak? And why is Aleyna so strong and can shapeshift?"
"Well, I've only seen a few like me," Aleyna drinking the soup directly from the bowl before taking a huge bite of the bread, "My people tend to migrate, and we don't really have a community or anything."
"Most people do not possess the strength of the raccoons either," Sarina continued. "They are a unique race, but they are scattered throughout the world. I don't think I've ever seen a village of theirs, only their kids, but they are silent about it as well."
"Well, there are the wildkin. They're tough, but as you'd imagine by the name, hard to tame." Aleyna had posited this while biting into a turkey leg.
Zen's curiosity was piqued, "What exactly are they? What do you know about them?"
"They used to butt into the boys sometimes when they raided further north of here. Maybe a half-day's hike."
Sarina didn't seem thrilled with the way this was going, "The wildkin are a savage tribe. They drive people from their lands whenever they feel like it. They take what they want and then leave nothing but ruins behind them. They don't believe in Anastra and instead worship some bird god. They would never join us."
"Ya could kill the bird, though."
"How do you kill a god? I think you are overestimating my abilities here." Zen was dipping his turkey in the sauce Mana had prepared, suddenly wondering if there were bird people as well.
"They call it a god, but it's really just a big ass bird. Scary big ass bird, but a bird nonetheless."
"Well, I'm going to put a pin in that one until we actually need more muscle. For now, I think with the two of us, some trained villagers, and solid fortifications, we can probably manage."
Aleyna shrugged, pulling the last of the meat off the bone.
***
"Yes master, you called?" Nyala stood at his door, hands folded like always, white ears poking out of her black hair, and tail swishing lazily.
"Yes Nyala, thank you for coming," Zen was sipping his tea, standing by the bed looking out the window, "I believe I owe you some attention, so if you would like," before he could finish, he heard two hands land heavily on the table, startling him. He turned to look and saw Nyala with both hands firmly pressed on the table, arching her back and presenting her pink pussy from under her outfit. He could see that the tops of her knee-high socks were soaked and she was leaking juice in excitement, having apparently been on edge all day.
"Yes master, I would very much like to feel you inside me." Her voice was shaky, and her tail stood straight up, swishing the tip back and forth. "I've been waiting for you all day, I don't need anything else, please fuck me now." She was breathing hard, her pussy winking in excitement.
Zen stepped behind her, raising his tunic and rubbing his cock against her slit to lubricate it. She shuddered as he positioned himself and pushed into her. She was so slick that he could glide completely into her with a single slow thrust, feeling her folds welcome him, sucking him deeper. When he was completely inside her, he could feel her tensing, squeezing her Kegels, gripping him and massaging him inside her. He slowly pulled back out, feeling her resist, trying to keep him there.
"Please, fuck me hard master. I want you to ruin me, please, as hard as you can. Any other time we can be as gentle or rough as you want, but please, I need you to fuck me."
He grabbed her petite hips, getting a good grip on each side, and slammed into her, using his grip to grind her completely onto his cock before pulling back and doing it again. She screamed in pleasure, feeling him pounding her deepest parts over and over again. Knowing that he owned her, that he could break her pussy and that she loved it. Her cream was coating his cock as he hammered her, making its way down her legs, her juices dripping down his balls and falling to the floor. She was gripping onto the table, letting him do whatever he wanted, feeling her orgasm growing until it finally tore through her. She screamed again, long and loud, feeling him emptying himself into her, feeling her cervix being sprayed with his cum. He was still grinding into her, lifting her legs so that the only thing supporting her was his cock, forcing it so deeply that she could feel it in her stomach. He continued pulsing, sending shocks of ecstasy through her.
"Thank, thank you, master Zen. It was, it was, oh my god, fuck, it was so good." He finally let her down, but her legs had no strength, and she simply collapsed, resting most of her weight on the table and globlets of cum dripped from her aching pussy. "Fuck me, ugh, fuck." She kept mumbling on the table.
"I like this side of you Nyala," he whispered into her ear as he nibbled it, causing her to curse more. "If you insist, you can be the perfect service mate, but," he grasped her tail at the base and she whimpered and swore again, "in the bedroom, you should be yourself."
She nodded her head, some drool coming from her mouth. "Yes, I, I can be, your little fuck piece master Zen. Please, just fuck me, whenever you want, wherever you want. Stick it in my ass. Stretch me out. Fuck. Anytime, anywhere, just fuck me hard and leave me there."
It took a few minutes before Nyala was steady on her feet, collapsing once when she tried to bow, but she eventually thanked him in her posh accent again before leaving him for the evening.
