Emerald Sea John Ringo
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CHAPTER EIGHT"How is he?" Christel asked. "Sleeping," Megan replied. Mirta took the tray from her and she thanked the seamstress with a nod. "He never sleeps here!" Christel said. "He will for the next few days if I've got my ducks in a row," Megan said. "He needs the rest." "He's supposed to be guarded when he's sleeping," Christel pointed out. "Did he ask about the accounts?" "The accounts never came up," Megan said. "Although other things did," she added with a grin. "He'll never stay," Christel said. "He has things to do." "Look, when he wakes up, first he gets screwed then we feed him," Megan said, lifting her fingers in order. "We feed him heavily, lots of meat and carbohydrates; he's bound to be hungry after two bouts of sex. When he's fed, we get him to come again. Between the food and the sex he'll fall asleep again. When he wakes up again, we might have an argument out of him. But if we have to, all the girls strip naked and pile on him in a giant scrum of bodies. There's not a man on earth who will try to run away if he's got fifteen naked girls holding him down and begging him to take them." "You have a point," Christel said with a grin of her own. "This is really important," Megan pointed out, again. "I know," Christel replied. "Should somebody else go in there?" "You know anyone else who has the patience of Amber and Shanea?" Megan asked, raising her eyebrows. "Why do you think I'm not in there. It's going to be lots of fun watching him snore." "What about guards?" Christel asked. "What about them?" Megan shrugged. "He's got a PPF; what more does he need?" "They don't activate automatically anymore," Christel pointed out. "He has to summon it. What if someone broke in and tried to assassinate him?" "Who?" Megan said, exasperated. "They'd have to get through the Changed guards around the castle and then through us, which, admittedly, wouldn't be hard. But by then he'd be up and prepared. He's safe, Christel. The only person who is going to kill Paul is Paul himself. And that's what we've got to convince him not to do." * * * Megan was in the distillery when Amber came to get her and she hurried at once to Paul's room, pulling off the robe she'd used to cover her outfit as she went. When she entered Shanea was already fellating him, stroking up and down hard. Paul looked up in annoyance as the door opened and then in something like shame when he saw who it was. "I don't like being watched," he said, his face wrinkling up in worry. "Then why don't I join in?" Megan said, stripping off the panties of her outfit and pushing Shanea aside as she slid onto him. "Hey, mine," Shanea said, jokingly. "Later maybe," Megan said, sliding up and down on him. Fortunately he'd been premoistened and she found herself rapidly lubricating the area. After a short time she rolled over and pulled him onto her, grabbing his buttocks and digging her fingernails in. He pumped at her hard and rapidly and, as always, came a bit too soon. "I need to go," Paul said, getting to his feet. "Not until you've had something to eat," Megan said, gesturing at his robe. Shanea obediently picked it up and put it on him. "Come on out in the common room," Megan said. "The rest of the girls want to see you, too." She cleaned up, put on her bottoms and led him out into the common room, settling him on some pillows with girls on either side. The she went to the dining room, dragging Shanea with her. "Marlene," she called from beyond the doorway. She had already determined that a field extended out for at least a meter into the dining room. If one of the harem girls moved into the field she got a very unpleasant pain jolt. She wondered if it extended to the other side of the doorway as well. If not, it might be possible to throw yourself through the field. On the other hand, she had no intention of trying to find out. "You rang?" Marlene said, coming through the door with a tray covered by a silver lid. "Thank God," Megan said, taking the tray. "And I've made up another with cakes and other goodies so the girls can eat, too," Marlene said as a servant came through the doorway. "He might not if they don't have anything." "Thank you," Megan said, nodding at Shanea to take the second tray. "I heard why you are doing this," Marlene said, looking her in the eye. "Just my duty to help my lord and master," Megan replied, smiling. "Mirta says more with a glance than you do with a sentence," Marlene grinned. "Paul might like a couple of those cakes as well; make sure the girls don't stuff themselves silly." "I will," Megan said. "Later." Megan walked back to where Paul was listening to Ashly tell about her latest triumph in backgammon. It was apparent that he was trying to be interested and failing miserably. "More food?" he asked, as Megan sat down and opened up the cover. Marlene had outdone herself. There was some sort of meat covered in a red wine sauce and beautifully sculpted portions of potatoes, lightly grilled tomatoes and a green mash that had been shaped into the form of a flower. Shanea had opened up the other tray and was distributing small, glazed cakes to the girls, one apiece, and whispering that they were supposed to make them last. "More food," Megan replied, picking up a fork as he reached for it. "Ah, ah, you don't do anything for yourself." "I can feed myself," Paul said, but he let her section small bites of the food and shovel them in his mouth. When a few crumbs fell off the fork, Ashly helpfully leaned forward and licked them off of him. By then Christel had turned up with another carafe of chilled wine and fed him sips between bites. "What are you doing to me?" Paul asked, looking at Megan. "Pampering you," Megan said. "We'll stop when you learn to take care of yourself." "Okay, I promise not to learn to take care of myself," Paul said, laughing as the last of the food was served. "Good," Megan said, honestly. Having him here a lot worked perfectly. She unbelted his robe and kissed his chest, licking at it lightly. "Megan, not here," he groaned. "Here," she said, reaching over and pushing Ashly's head towards his crotch. She would have grabbed Shanea, not knowing how Ashly would feel about it, but Shanea was just out of reach. Suddenly she found a breast in her face as Karie sidled up on one side and she backed away as the rest of the girls closed in on him. She stood up and looked at Christel who winked back at her. So there was more than one plan afoot; good. Megan backed away from the pile and gestured with her head at Christel. "How do we get him back to sleep?" Megan whispered. "Oh, I think when they're done with him he'll sleep," Christel chuckled quietly. "I think they'll all sleep," Megan said, turning her head to the side. Paul wasn't the only one who was having fun in the pile. Ashly, who was still stroking for all her neck would bear, was sitting on Shanea's face. And there was no way that Shanea had been forced to the position; she'd been on the other side of the pile to start. But Shanea wasn't lacking as somebody's hand was down in her crotch and that led to . . . maybe Velva . . . "It looks like an erotic M.C. Escher painting," Megan muttered, shaking her head. "Good work." Christel chuckled again. "Sure, laugh," Megan replied. "I've got distillation to attend to." "Go for it," Christel said, stripping off her clothes. "I've got better things to do. All this needs is a half a ton of whipped cream and five more males." Megan shook her head as Christel writhed into the group. She fully intended to just go back to her, lonely, workroom and keep distilling the various substances she had concocted. But the more she thought about it, the more she watched, just standing there as the pile writhed in a tangle of limbs like some giant fleshy amoeba. But far more attractive. "Oh the hell with perfume." She sighed, aware that she had reached a point where she wasn't about to go to her workroom. Although the bath had some interest. Finally, she took a deep, shuddering breath, stripped off her clothes and dove into the pile. Christel was right; it needed whipped cream. |