Chapter 2: Reflections
Michael sat naked in a warm corner, a purring Naomi cuddled on his lap. As the days passed, it became clear, she of all the companions loved him most deeply and was his. The others loved him at various levels and were very affectionate, but their love and loyalty was spread to all the sponsor spouses. Naomi appreciated the others, loved them as sisters, but looked to Michael as her protector and her life's love.
She strove hard to please him, diligently studying and continuing on her earlier path to become a social worker, but now her goals focused on support for Michael and his team's goals rather than her own individual ambition. Naomi spent hours in the gym and dojo to learn to defend herself and her family, and she was becoming quite good with various firearms and other weapons. While she might someday achieve a CAP high enough to become a sponsor, she made it quite clear that she would never willingly accept any status that put her at risk of leaving Michael.
His ladies recognized Naomi's love for Michael, and frequently made an extra effort to let her get close to him. Pixie, whose usual sleepy time place was lying on top of Michael, would make a point of relinquishing her prerogative so that Naomi could get her fix. Patricia, who often took Hannah's place when the diminutive blonde slept elsewhere, also made sure the loving Native American had a share.
Michael's thoughts drifted to the Nerds. Billie and Birdie often came to him like a pair of tornadoes. Sex with them was loving, fun, energetic, and creative. They, of all the rescued women in his family, were now the closest to achieving sponsorship CAPs -- and he fully expected that to happen sooner rather than later. If they rose to his expectations, he anticipated that they would establish their own family, separate but closely allied to his. He thought that they might ask for Jimmy to be released to join them, and he and his ladies would certainly give Jimmy that choice.
Ah Jimmy. What a prize he had turned out to be. Michael had trusted the opinions of Cathleen and Hannah when they invited him to join the family, and Jimmy had far exceeded his expectations. The young man was unlikely to become a sponsor, but his gentle, loving manner made a significant contribution to the healing of the former captives, now his fellow concubines. Michael and his ladies were already looking for another man to fit into their family, but he decided they shouldn't limit themselves to only adding one.
Carley! There was another question. It was clear that the young teen was coming into her own sexually, and though she was quite adventurous, she preferred her sex with her sister, Patricia, as a co-participant. Carley was very appreciative for her rescue and seemed content to be a member of the family. She applied herself both academically and to the conduct of combat, but she wasn't as zealous as Naomi. She just might become a sponsor someday, but it was no given.
Amanda was having the hardest time adjusting. She was loving and supported all the family's goals, but having lost her husband and two young children to that gang of rapists, Mandy was subject to depression and crying bouts. Michael hoped that time, love, and extended counseling sessions would bring balance back to her life. He was waiting for professional advice before making her pregnant, but he and Jimmy both spent plenty of time loving with her to assure she felt desirable and loved.
Michael's reflections were subverted by Naomi, who still on his lap, had begun nuzzling, licking, and sucking one earlobe and then the other. Her warm pussy pressing on his cock did nothing for his concentration -- not that it mattered as his mind had been wandering not focusing.
He seized the young minx and flipped her upside down, facing him, with her clit exactly at the tip of his tongue. She squealed and wiggled as his practiced instrument of pleasure licked the small bud. He teased; he sucked; he probed her depths. Her token protests soon ceased as she sucked Michael's rampant cock into her warm, wet mouth.
They gently pleasured each other for some while until it became evident that they both needed to move towards release. Michael flipped the moaning teen upright, then placed her on her hands and knees on the soft rug. He knelt behind her and slowly entered her tight but slippery cunt. Naomi moaned her approval and reached one hand back to pull him closer to her.
As ever, Michael was amazed that the small girl-woman could take his whole length. Amazement quickly turned to raw, naked lust, and he began to move forcefully in and out, his balls slapping along the length of her slit and stimulating her clit. Naomi screamed out an orgasm but never ceased pushing back on Michael's rod.
"Gimme another!" she demanded. "I want your baby. Baby, baby, baby." Echoing an earlier demand from Cathleen, weeks in the past.
Her words and clasping pussy had the desired effect on Michael, and he exploded into her warm and happy tunnel. Naomi fired off another O, then whispered, "I really do want your baby, as soon as you can give me one."
Michael paused for a moment and spoke privately to Dora, <So, how soon can you prepare her for a safe pregnancy?>
<She's healthy and capable of safely carrying a baby to term, though I don't recommend twins until she is older. She could be triggered to ovulate within the next twenty-four hours,> came the private reply.
Michael thought a little more. <Okay, I want to discuss this with all my ladies, but I'm thinking we'll go for it.>
He gathered Naomi to his chest and told her, "Soon, little love, very soon."
Naomi sighed, tucked her head under his chin, and sighed again. "Kay, that's good. I love you," and was softly snoring.
Before drifting off himself, Michael whispered, <Dora, please tell my ladies I hunger for a puppy pile tonight.>
<Done, Michael. We are excited!> she said.
'We?!'
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