Champion, Chapter 84: Living the Dream, pt 1

This chapter was just too large not to break up—12,000 words in total—so I split it roughly in half. First half this week, second half next week. If you're one of the people who hate the explicit chapters, sorry, there's not much here for you. If you're not, well, enjoy! For the record, this should be the last explicit chapter in Champion.

AidanThe RealmsSixthday, 4th week of the 11th month, Age of the Chosen 1Mid-EveningCaer Macht, Mistvale Highlands

Aidan's lovers took turns feeding him small bites of food straight from their hands. The three who weren't so occupied trailed teasing touches across his body. Nothing overtly sexual, not that it stopped him from rising to the occasion. Feminine fingers caressed his arms, chest, back, shoulders. Soft lips laid gentle kisses on his cheeks and neck. From time to time, one of them would lean forward, pressing breasts capped by hard nipples against his bare skin for a few seconds before retreating again.

All the while, they brought a steady stream of finger foods to his mouth. Rich steak, succulent fruit, buttered vegetables. He accepted each, chewing, swallowing, opening his mouth for the next. Even if Aidan wanted to speak, he wasn't given the opportunity. As Brighid told him, the day was about them, but Aidan's ladies had other ideas about his last night at home.

When, at last, they were satisfied that they'd slaked Aidan's hunger, they transitioned to stoking his lust. Brighid settled down behind him, drawing him back against her until her breasts cradled his head between them. Aoife slid forward, leaving a damp trail on his thigh as she pressed her heavy breasts into his chest and sandwiched his manhood between their bellies. Sunnild and Ailis leaned in from his sides until Aidan was engulfed in nude, nubile women from every angle.

"I love you, Aidan," said Brighid into his ear. "You mean more to me than I could possibly express. You are my everything."

"I love ya, Aidan," came Sunnild's voice a moment before her lips pressed against the crook of his neck. "Ya protected me when I needed it, then let me fly free ta make my own mistakes. Ya mean th' world ta me."

"I love you, Aidan," the litany repeated before Aoife drew him into a short, passionate kiss. "You saved me, cared for me, showed me that there's still hope. Anything I can do for you, I will."

That only left one. "I love you, Aidan. You came to us in our darkest hour and provided a shining light to lead us forward. I do not deserve you, but I will fight to the last to keep you." Ailis kissed the corner of his mouth, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I can't say whether I love you or not." Aidan stiffened at the unexpected voice. "I get the feeling that I'm playing with fire," Eldrid said, then let out a snort. "Pun not intended. But, when your little harem here asked me to come tonight, well, I guess there's more moth in me than I realized because I couldn't stay away." She appeared in Aidan's line of sight, as gloriously naked as the others, and wormed her way in between Sunnild and Aoife.

"Why?" asked Aidan, still reeling from the surprise.

"Because we love you," answered Aoife, Eldrid's harshest critic. "Because I've been watching you watch her."

"Because tonight is about you," came Ailis's support, "not us. Even if you do not love her, you want her."

"Because we know you love us," said Brighid, "and nothing here will change that."

"'Cuz yer gonna sleep with her on th' road anyway. I might as well get ta enjoy seein' those boobies bounce. What? It's true!" Sunnild's declaration broke the serious mood. Even Eldrid laughed. Well, Aidan already knew she wasn't an ultra-devout Catholic since she was willing to use birth control. He just hoped Sunnild didn't push things too far too fast.

"Let's move this to the bedroom," suggested Aoife, "before we make any more of a mess out here." Murmured agreement came from all parties.

Once they reconvened, the women insisted on keeping Aidan the center of attention. Aoife arranged a few cushions on the bed, leaned back against them, then pulled Aidan down with his back to her and his head cushioned on her lush bosom. "Rest," she urged him with a gentle smile. "Let us do the work so you'll still be fresh tomorrow."

"Does anyone mind if I get things started?" Eldrid asked. I wonder if she's going first so she doesn't have to taste anyone else on me? Both questions remained unanswered as the Captain tucked a strand of bright blue hair behind her ear and bent down over his lap. Soft hands stroked his thighs, pushing them a little further apart. Then midnight blue lips parted to make way for a bright pink tongue. Eldrid looked up into Aidan's eyes as she licked the underside of his shaft.

He'd been hard since halfway through his bath with Sunnild, but seeing Eldrid making doe eyes at him while she knelt between his legs had Aidan on edge. She displayed a degree of submissiveness he'd never seen in her before. Gone was the struggle, the contest, the fighting for control. Part of him missed it, hoped it'd be back in the morning. The rest of him exulted as he reached down and guided her mouth to his tip and watched her part her lips obediently. Then his dick vanished into wet, sucking heat.

"Is she a good little cocksucker?" Aoife asked. Her hands stroked his chest as she watched from above him. "She looks so good with those dark lips wrapped around you. Is she good, love?" Aidan moaned out an affirmative. "I always wondered what it was like for a man. To feel your dick sink into a woman's body. To conquer her, plunder her depths, mold her around you." Aoife's hips wriggled against his back, her wet sex grinding along his spine.

"She's good," Aidan said, speaking to both of them. "Her lips are wrapped tight around me. They feel so soft, like a ring of pillows gliding down my skin. Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue is rubbing all along the underside of my cock." Aoife's squirming increased. "She's taking me deep, now, her throat opening up and squeezing tight around me. God, so good."

"Yesss," hissed Aoife. "Fuck her throat. Make her take you all the way to the root. Choke her with your dick." Aidan broke Eldrid's gaze to roll his head back, looking up at Aoife. She wasn't looking at him at all. Her gaze was fixed on the woman between his thighs.

Eldrid's gullet tightening around his length brought Aidan's awareness snapping back to her. She swallowed again, and Aidan groaned in pleasure. Strands of hair tickled his thighs, but he no longer had any thought to spare for anything but the woman impaling herself on his manhood.

Seeing that she successfully regained Aidan's attention, Eldrid started to bob her head. She swallowed his entire length until her nose pressed against his pubic hair, then backed off before plunging down again. With a flash of surprise, Aidan realized that Eldrid was keeping his tip in her throat at all times. How could she breathe? Yet, she showed no sign of distress as she continued to deep throat him for minutes on end.

"Fuck, Eldrid, I'm gonna come." The idea of her actually choking herself on his dick brought him to the precipice. It wasn't the thought of hurting her that did it but rather the ultimate submissiveness inherent in her doing it without prompting. Eldrid swallowed around him again, once, twice. His hips rose up off the bed, beyond his control, pushing deep into her willing esophagus.

Aidan felt it, felt himself falling past the point of no return. Then, in a flash, Eldrid lifted her head from his groin, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, pumping it as she pointed it down toward her chest. He cried out as his climax surged through his body and watched as Eldrid painted her pale peaks with his seed.

Aidan slumped back against the soft cushion Aoife provided, panting. Eldrid looked past him, a smug smile on her face. Ah, there was the competitiveness. It just wasn't directed at him now. "That's how you make a man come with your mouth, little stray. Two minutes from start to finish."

Aidan was pretty sure it'd been longer than that, but he hadn't exactly had a stopwatch running.

"Hmph. That was at least five minutes, you hussy. You'd think a merchant would have a better head for numbers. And I can do better than that anyway."

Aidan opened his mouth to intervene before things got heated—the last thing he wanted was for this to dissolve into a fight—but Eldrid's next words stopped him.

"I bet you can't."

"You're on! When I win, you'll be the bottom bitch for the night. You get to make sure everyone's nice and ready for Aidan's cock when their turns come up and only get to come while you've got your tongue buried in one of our pussies."

"As if. I'll be a gracious victor, though. When I win, all you have to do is admit that I'm a better lover than you."

"Ladies..." Aidan didn't like where this was headed. Aoife was already pushing him up and slipping out from behind him, though. Eldrid Invoked a quick spell, washing all evidence of Aidan's orgasm from her front, and slipped in behind him.

"Don't worry," she whispered in his ear. "I'm not serious about this." Eldrid drew him back until their positions were the reverse of what they'd been a couple of minutes ago. "It's just a way to break the ice. I know I'm a sensitive topic. This way, she gets to 'prove' she's better than me, and I get to show I'm a team player."

Aidan shook his head and settled back into Eldrid's embrace. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up with the internal harem politics. He had to pray everyone would keep acting in good faith, or it would all come crumbling down.

"Time starts when I take him into my mouth," Aoife declared. She knelt between his thighs, looking determined and delicious.

"Bullshit. You're just going to jerk him off until he's ready to pop." Eldrid rubbed Aidan's side, a reminder that she had a plan.

Aoife glared at her rival. "You just got him off. Even Aidan needs some recovery time."

"He's had some. If he's not all the way hard, maybe it's just because you're not doing it right."

"Ladies, if I may propose a compromise?" Ailis's voice cut through the squabble. "Aidan was already quite worked up when we began, so it would not be fair to make Aoife start from scratch. However, Eldrid also has a point. There is too much potential for cheating if you get to decide when the clock starts."

"So, what are you getting at?" Aoife frowned at the silver-haired Chancellor.

"I am impartial in this matter. My only goal is for Aidan to enjoy himself tonight. I will act as the judge for this contest, and I will ensure that the conditions are as equal as possible. Is that acceptable to you both?"

After a moment of thought, both Eldrid and Aoife agreed. Aoife sat back on her heels to give Ailis room to work. The Druid didn't use her mouth, however. She reached down and wrapped her long, slender fingers around Aidan's shaft. He was still half-hard. There was no chance he'd get any softer this early in the night, not with Eldrid's breasts acting as a cushion and Aoife about to give him one of her amazing blowjobs.

Ailis stroked Aidan's cock, pulling his attention back to the matter at hand. Her thumb sought out and found the little bundle of nerves on the underside of his tip, rubbing in circles around it. She bent down next to Aidan. "I know what Eldrid is doing." Her words came out as a faint breeze blowing past his ear, making him shiver. "It is a good plan. And, once it is done, you will get to watch Eldrid bring pleasure to the others. Can you picture how delighted Sunnild will be with blue hair where red is now?"

Aidan tore his gaze from the pale hand on his dick and the voluptuous woman waiting her turn to give him a blowjob. On the other side of the bed, Sunnild and Brighid were keeping themselves busy. The young harpy lay back against a pile of pillows, her legs spread wide. Between those athletic thighs, scarlet hair shifted and glinted in the light. Sunnild's fingers were tangled in Brighid's hair, directing Aidan's Soulmate on a tour of her glistening, hairless pussy.

As directed, Aidan imagined Eldrid in the same position. He watched in his mind's eye as the cerulean temptress crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, her firm, round ass swinging behind her, her muscular thighs framing her own sodden sex. Sunnild would be treated to an equally tempting view as Eldrid's massive mammaries swayed beneath her, pale pink nipples almost touching the sheets.

Eldrid would be assertive in ways that Brighid would never be for Sunnild.

Her hands would grasp her panting target by the knees, spread tanned thighs apart, baring wanton flesh. She wouldn't dive right in, though, not even with Sunnild's hand resting on her head. No, she would tease the teen. Her lips would lay a trail of soft kisses from knee to groin. She would lick and suck at the crease there, so near to where Sunnild wanted her.

Their eyes would meet then, Eldrid looking up to gauge her prey's limits. Always quick to come, Sunnild would already be squirming, writhing beneath expert attention, her hips and hands moving, trying, failing to force Eldrid's mouth to her soaking wet center. Aidan watched Sunnild's desperation grow, always enjoying seeing his little dove abandoning herself to ecstasy's grasp. He took vicarious pleasure as Eldrid decided to take pity on the harpy, centering herself between wide-flung legs, bending down, her lips parting—

"There, I believe he is ready for you now, Aoife." Aidan jerked back to reality as Ailis's voice pierced the bubble of his thoughts. He looked down between his legs in time to see the voluptuous catgirl lean forward and take him into her mouth.

"Oh, shit, Aoife," Aidan groaned as her rough tongue swirled around his sensitive shaft. There was no such thing as a bad blowjob, barring unfortunate use of teeth, but Aoife's catlike tongue was unbelievable. Dozens of short, stiff, blunt-tipped barbs scraped across his skin with every pass, stimulating every nerve ending in his cock. He arched up off the bed, needing more contact.

Aoife moved with him, tilting her head, letting his tip nudge into her throat. She held onto his base, keeping him from plunging too deep, but it didn't matter. The tight passage convulsed around him as Aoife swallowed, then she unleashed her second killer weapon. She started purring.

One of Aidan's hands flew to her hair, the other clawing at the bedsheets. The pleasure washed over him in waves, each one resonating with the one before it, building, building. Aoife's golden eyes looked up at him, watched his reactions, matched his desires. Her tongue coiled around him, rubbing his sensitive flesh with pleasure on the edge of pain. Purring, deep and loud now, set her throat vibrating around the inch of him buried that deep inside her.

"Aoife," Aidan said. "Oh, fuck, kitten."

Eldrid shifted behind him, bending her head forward so she could whisper in his ear. "Go ahead, Aidan. Give your little kitty her cream. Come for her. For us."

That did it. Stars exploded behind Aidan's eyelids. He thrust up, only Aoife's fingers circling his base keeping him from choking her. Spasms wracked his body as his cock pulsed in her mouth, once, twice, then she pulled him out, the rest of his orgasm splattering across her face, neck, and breasts.

"A minute and a half. Aoife wins."

"Yeah, you hear that? You can't hold a candle to me, you blue-haired witch." Aoife's voice was scratchy but triumphant.

"I concede defeat," Eldrid said from behind Aidan. "Shall I start with you while one of the others has some time with our man?"

Aidan noticed the collective possessive there, but Aoife didn't seem to. She rose from between Aidan's legs and threw herself onto her back off to the side. "Fuck, yes. Get over here. Lick all his seed off me, then get your head between my legs. Gonna come all over your haughty face."

Well, that worked out. For now, anyway, Aidan thought to himself. He sat up, reluctant to lose his pillows but knowing the night was far from over. Eldrid stood and made her way to Aoife, knelt down, and started to lap at the sticky white strands covering the catgirl's front. The angle left Aidan staring at her puffy nether lips, flushed red and glistening with arousal.

His view was blocked by an athletic body settling onto his lap. "Hi," said Sunnild. She beamed at him from mere inches away.

"Hi, you," Aidan said back, returning her infectious smile. "You're claiming me next, I take it?"

"Mm-hm," she agreed. "I called first tonight since I was the last to spend time with ya today." She reached down between their bodies and stroked his manhood. "Mm, good enough." She lifted up off his lap for a moment, agile fingers directing him to her entrance, then sank down, down, all the way down in a single smooth motion.

Sunnild's grey eyes fluttered closed. Shudders passed through her body, her inner walls pulsing around Aidan as a mini-orgasm washed over her. "Oh, I love how you feel in me, Aidy. You fill me right up to the end." Her hips rolled, grinding, circling against his lap.

"Aidy?" Aidan asked with a laugh.

"Mm-hm. My Aidy. Didn't feel right ta keep callin' ya love, or Lord, or any of that." Her eyes opened halfway, giving Aidan a languid, satisfied look. "Those're Brighid's words fer ya. Needed my own."

Aidan chuckled. "If that's what you want, I guess I can't argue." He settled his hands on Sunnild's hips. Just holding on with a light grip, still letting the younger girl have control. She leaned forward, pushing at his shoulders until he took the hint and fell back onto the bed. Sunnild fell with him, catching herself with her hands next to his head, leaning over him as her hips sawed back and forth.

"I love ya, Aidy," she said and kissed him. Her tongue squirmed against his lips until he let her in, then sought out his to wrestle with. Sunnild grew wilder with each passing breath, writhing on top of him, ravaging his mouth, thrusting harder and harder atop his cock. At last, she broke free with a gasp, sitting up, then leaning backward. Her hips rose now, letting half of Aidan's length pull free of her clutching depths before slamming back down.

The arch of Sunnild's back thrust her perky breasts out, drawing Aidan's eyes to them as they wobbled in time with her gyrations. He slid a hand up from her hips to cover one, smiling as it fit perfectly—as he knew it would. "Mm-hmm," urged Sunnild with a moan.

"I love you too, Sunnild, my songbird, my little dove." Sunnild's mouth opened, short pants and gurgling moans echoing from within. "I love your gentle spirit. I love the steel in your soul that keeps you from giving up." Her motions grew more frantic. "I love your accent. I love your lean, athletic body. And I definitely love how easy and often you come for me. Go on, sing for me, Sunnild."

"Ah! Aidan!" Sunnild hunched forward, jamming herself down on him all the way to the root. Her thighs clamped tight against his. Inside, her walls rippled and spasmed around Aidan, trying to coax another load of seed from him. He wasn't ready yet, but he knew how to get there. Aidan sat up and pushed Sunnild onto her back, following her down and pinning her beneath him without ever pulling out of her clutching depths.

"Nooo," she protested, pushing against his chest with weak arms. "We're supposed ta be doin' all the work." Defying her words, Sunnild's legs spread wide, then wrapped around his waist.

"Don't worry," Aidan growled in her ear, "this won't take long." He thrust against her, setting a rapid pace. Sunnild mewled and twisted beneath him, making a token effort to escape while managing to lift her hips to meet his every stroke.

"I love that you're carrying my daughter in your belly," Aidan said. Sunnild cried out, her hands now scratching his back instead of pushing him away. "I can't wait for you to lay so we can get started on a sister for her. I think I'll spend that last month with just hands and lips so I can knock you up again right away."

Sunnild convulsed in a new orgasm. Almost there. Aidan redoubled his efforts, thrusting faster and harder. He grunted out a last message as his breath grew short. "You'll be the origin of a whole dynasty. Constantly full of my babies. Mother to every one of my kids, harpies. Or. Not." She came again, screaming, pulling him into her with every muscle in her body. Aidan joined her, pinning her hips to the bed as he lunged and thrust, spurting his fertile seed in the deepest reaches of her already pregnant belly.

After a few moments regaining his breath, Aidan leveraged himself up off Sunnild. Her limbs fell away with his movement, sprawling out in a semi-conscious jumble. As he watched, her right hand snaked its way onto her belly.

"You are so sweet with her, my love," Brighid said as she pressed herself to his back. "Do you need to rest? Some water?"

Aidan shook his head and leaned back onto her shoulder. "I'm good," he said.

A quiet giggle answered him. "I know you are. I can see that all over Sunny's face." Brighid's arms wrapped around his waist. "Did you mean what you told her? About the babies?"

"Yes and no," he admitted. "Most of it was just dirty talk." Brighid's hand found his softening manhood and started stroking. Aidan leaned his head back onto his Soulmate's shoulder. "I wouldn't really make her into a baby factory like that. It's not healthy. The body needs time to recover."

"But if it were safe, would you?"

Aidan closed his eyes. By now, Brighid had plenty of experience pleasing him. Her fingers stroked the underside of his shaft until he was hard enough to wrap her hand around. The remnants of his and Sunnild's combined climaxes still coated him, providing copious lubrication. Brighid gave him full, twisting strokes from his base all the way to the tip and back. He allowed the pleasure to distract him for a short while, then let out a sigh.

"I'm not sure. I don't know that I could be a good parent to that many children. It's hard enough being a good fiance to four adult women. Adding in swarms of children, too?" He shook his head. "I only have so much time and attention to spare, and I don't want to be an absentee father."

"You will be a good father," Brighid's voice was soft and soothing in his ear, "no matter how many or few children you have."

A few seconds passed with nothing but the sounds of a sloppy handjob filling the air. Then a moan from Aoife made Aidan open his eyes. Eldrid was on her knees between the voluptuous catgirl's wide-spread legs. Clawed hands raked through bright blue hair as Aoife's cries grew louder.

"Do..." Brighid started to speak, then trailed off. When she didn't start up again, Aidan twisted until he could see her face. His lover was biting her lip, a blush—embarrassment, not arousal—staining her cheeks.

"What is it?" Aidan asked.

Brighid's emerald eyes flicked down, then to the side, before returning to his. She nibbled on her lip a little longer, then asked, voice barely audible over Aoife's approaching orgasm, "Do you think... you will have a solution for our... fertility problem by the end of winter?"

Ah, Aidan thought. Some collateral damage from that dirty talk. He reached up and pulled Brighid's head down into range, then kissed her with as much possessiveness as he could muster. The hand on his erection slowed, the motion growing erratic. When Aidan broke the liplock, both of them were out of breath.

"Is someone feeling a bit jealous?" he asked, teasing.

Crimson hair flew as Brighid shook her head. "No!" she protested. "Not jealous. Just, um," she shifted, her cheeks glowing hotter. "I want two. Children, with you. And Moongraced Centaurs are not very fertile on our own. We live a long time, so we have a harder time with children. No twins, ever. So, um."

She hesitated again, then rushed on, her words tumbling over each other. "If you are going to give me children, we have to take advantage of every chance we get." Her blush was incandescent now. "My cycle is unusual. Long. Every two years, give or take. And it should start in a couple of months."

Aidan let out a quiet chuckle. Brighid never acted this bashful around him before—that was more of a Sunnild thing—and he found it endearing. "Well," he said, still teasing but with more authority in his voice, "then we should make sure we get plenty of practice. And you've done such an excellent job getting me ready. Turn around and present yourself, Brighid."

To his surprise, his lover shook her head. "I will if you command me, my Lord, but tonight is about you. Let me do the work. Please?"

Aidan raised his eyebrows. "I'm not sure how you intend to do that, but I'm eager to find out."

After one final stroke of her fingers along the underside of his erection, Brighid let him go. "You will need to kneel, I think, to get the height right," she said as she repositioned herself in front of him. Aidan did as she requested. Brighid sank down onto her belly, then edged backward until Aidan's knees pressed against her flesh.

A hand came around from behind Aidan to take hold of his erection and point it at Brighid's entrance. A heartbeat later, a slender body with small breasts pressed against his back. "Allow me," Ailis said. "Just lean back against me." Then, in a softer voice, she told him, "Brighid did this for you. She is worried that you will grow bored of her. She is being silly, and I told her as much, but it is still eating at her."

Did what? Aidan didn't get much time to process that information. As soon as Brighid felt his tip nudging at her slick folds, she shifted her hips, then pressed back, swallowing him to the root. There was always something special about making love with Brighid, and Aidan could no more stop the groan rising from his throat than he could keep the sun from rising. Then his Soulmate's inner muscles coiled tight around him, turning his groan into a strangled gasp.

Brighid had always demonstrated incredible control over her Kegel muscles—or whatever passed for them in a centaur—but this was a whole new level. Aidan swore he could feel individual ridges wrapping around him like hot, wet, velvety fingers. Unbidden by thought, his hands grasped at Brighid's rump, holding on for dear life as her pussy squeezed and stroked his shaft and head.

Then she started moving. While her muscles gripped tight, Brighid rocked her body back and forth. It felt like he was getting a handjob, a blowjob, and having sex all at once. Aidan sucked in his breath and pushed back against Ailis for leverage to thrust in counterpoint to his Soulmate. Ailis caressed his chest and thighs, adding fuel to the fire. Aidan's entire world narrowed to those points of contact.

Velvet walls rippled and writhed, stroked and slid and squeezed around him in a maddening dance of ecstasy. Brighid moved faster, harder, and Aidan could do nothing but match her pace. Formless fingers tugged opposite to his motion. An impossible tongue swirled around his tip as it plunged into the deepest reaches of Brighid's tunnel. White-hot pleasure cascaded through his mind.

Aidan let out a wordless cry and arched, thrusting, pulling at Brighid's haunches with futile strength. Even as the first rush of semen surged forth, the muscles clinging to his shaft started a milking motion. They clutched tight around his base, then slid upward along his length. Another ring squeezed down an inch past the first and repeated the action, then another and another. Aidan twisted and writhed and thrust, helpless, senses overloaded, for endless seconds before collapsing back against the woman behind him. Darkness swallowed him whole.