Building Harem Town 3, page 15
“I’ll see you at the living quarters, sister,” the fairy responded with a wave. “I’ll make sure the fire is ready.”
When Aleia reached the living quarters, Celeste put a finger to her lips and pointed at Penelope.
“She’s sleeping,” the harpy whispered in a sweet voice. “The baby was here with her for a little bit, too, and it was adorable.”
“What was adorable?” Penelope yawned as she sat up in her bed, and Thunder sat up and squeaked out a yawn, too. “Where’s Roza?”
“You’ve been asleep for a while,” I chuckled. “Nissa took her back home.”
“Oh,” the naiad said with a sad look. “Master, I can’t wait until I can hold our daughter.”
“I know,” I sighed. “It’s hard for me to wait, too.”
“So, you weren’t kidding about the baby,” Celeste said as she narrowed her eyes. “Let’s suppose this is true… how exactly did this come to be?”
“What do you mean?” Penelope asked with wide eyes. “You don’t know how babies are made?”
“Of course, I know how it happens,” the redhead giggled. “Don’t be silly. And I can sort of understand speaking to a benevolent being, or… praying for rain, or even the advice thing. Maybe your god can speak back to you, I’m not sure. I try to keep an open mind, but to actually take on a physical form and visit the ground, never mind being intimate… it just seems a little unusual to me. Penelope, you seem to be the only one who ever speaks of this. Do the two of you believe it’s true?”
Celeste gestured to Nicola and Aleia, who both nodded.
“Yes, I’ve seen our lord in a physical form,” the brunette confirmed.
“And have you… have you all… I can’t even ask,” the redhead said with a shake of her head. “I’m sorry, I’ve questioned you so much on these personal topics.”
“I know it’s new to you,” Penelope said with a sympathetic smile.
“The water must have really helped a lot,” Aleia said to the harpy. “You seem so much better than you did earlier.”
“I am feeling better,” Celeste said with a grateful smile. “What are you going to do now? Can I help you somehow? I really need to thank you more for saving me.”
“That’s so sweet of you,” Penelope cooed, “but we certainly can’t ask you to do something like that when you’ve been so ill.
“You all should go to bed early tonight, since I’m putting you to work again tomorrow morning,” I cut in.
“I’m always ready for it,” Aleia laughed, and the twinkle in her eyes reminded me I hadn’t spent any intimate time with the fairy in what seemed like far too long. The fairy didn’t always ask for it like the other women, but I knew she was secretly starving for some quality time with me.
Her frequent blushes and little smiles made that perfectly clear.
“I’d like to get up and eat with you at the very least,” Celeste told the priestesses. “I’m getting tired of being in bed all the time.”
“Of course,” Aleia said with a kind smile. “We’d love to spend time with you.”
So much for the harpy resting like I’d wanted.
The evening passed quickly as the priestesses and Celeste ate. When they went back to the living quarters, the harpy laid back with a satisfied sigh, and she appeared to be asleep soon after.
“I love you, sisters,” Nicola said as she laid in her bed with sleepy, sexy eyes. “And I love you, Jack.”
“I love you, too,” we all responded, and the room fell silent until I heard a whisper, and I realized Celeste wasn’t really asleep after all.
“Could they all really love each other that much?” the harpy muttered to herself. “I guess this place might not be that bad.”
While the harpy had thought her words were private, I was glad to hear the beautiful redhead wasn’t as unhappy as I’d feared. Could she join the convent someday like my women kept teasing? The idea was admittedly intriguing, and her milky skin and soft red feathers drew my eyes to her supple frame longer than I’d let myself look so far.
She certainly appeared much healthier after all my priestesses’ care, and a wave of pride washed over me as I realized we really had restored her quite a lot already. The harpy was fresh-faced and languidly resting without much concern, and her exotic figure nestled among my loyal women’s bodies looked oddly… right.
But I had other things to worry about for the time being, and other women to focus all my attention on.
I’d thought about the chainsaws earlier, but I wanted to make absolutely sure I received them, so I focused for a moment on a vision of the exact tools I wanted.
After that, I didn’t wait long before surprising Aleia in her dream, and the rosy blush when she saw my physical form made it all worthwhile. The fairy was the definition of a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets, and comparing her publicly innocent demeanor to the way she acted with me was insanely hot. To look at her slight frame and sweet smile, no one would have guessed how rough she liked it, but the strawberry-blonde opened her tight pussy to me again and again. She begged me to pound into her harder each time I was inside of her, too, and when she collapsed against my chest in exhausted bliss, I knew I’d thoroughly delivered.
The little fairy was so limp with pleasure, she could hardly hold her eyes open, but she still managed to leave a panting trail of kisses across my shoulder before falling into a deep slumber.
The next morning, the priestesses all woke up a little after sunrise. I was so excited to show them the chainsaws I felt like jumping up and down with my phantom body, but they were already beginning to stand and stretch while Celeste stirred in her blankets, and I tried to be patient since it seemed like the godly thing to do.
“Good morning,” the harpy said in her clearest voice yet. “What are we doing today?”
“Heading to the garden, first,” Aleia yawned.
“Jack sends us new godly tools every morning,” Penelope explained as naturally as ever. “You should come check with us! They are always so truly miraculous, and just one of the many magnificent things our lord does for us. Aleia, show her the holy torch.”
The fairy dug around a bit before she held up the blue propane torch, and then she pressed the trigger and sent a stream of flame out into the air.
“W-Whaaaat?” Celeste asked as she stared at the modern tool. “What kind of witchcraft is this?”
“It’s not witchcraft, it’s all Jack’s doing,” the naiad assured her. “You know, if you worship Jack, you will start to experience wonders like you’ve never seen. The tools are only the beginning.”
“I… I can’t explain what I just saw.” The harpy shut her eyes and quickly shook her head from side to side as if she were trying to erase the image from her mind. “It must have been a trick of my eyes.”
“It’s not a trick!” Penelope said as she stared at Celeste with big, imploring eyes. “It’s a miracle, but you can hold the torch if you like. I assure you, it’s real!”
If the harpy couldn’t handle the torch, the chainsaws were really going to blow her mind.
“This is the strangest place I’ve ever been,” the redhead told the women. “I simply cannot believe some of the things you are telling me, and even showing me.”
“Take her to the altar,” I urged my priestesses. “I think you’ll all enjoy what I have waiting for you today.”
“Ooh, I wonder what it is,” Penelope chirped.
“Yes, let’s go see!” Aleia said with a flutter of her wings. Then she turned to Celeste. “That is, if you’re still feeling better. Our lor-- I mean, I don’t want you to do anything before you’re ready.”
“I’m sure I’ll be just fine!” the harpy insisted, and she managed a pretty convincing tone as she grabbed hold of the stone wall next to her.
Celeste’s legs shook for a couple seconds as she clawed out for the wall to help her stand, but then she straightened her knees and held out her hands with pride.
“See?” the harpy asked. “I keep trying to impart to you that I’m a well-trained fighter, and quite strong. I’m fine now. I want to see the rest of your convent.”
“Of course.” Penelope nodded and smiled. “You will see our lord’s altar in the garden, and maybe you will allow him to comfort you there. Jack’s presence is so fulfilling, in many enjoyable ways.”
My virtual eyebrows popped up at the phrasing, and I noticed Nicola smirking like a sinner.
The harpy took Aleia’s arm, and the four women began their progression toward the garden’s walls. As they walked, Celeste looked around with a slightly impressed face.
“It isn’t bad around here,” the harpy admitted as the four women headed through the garden gate. “I do like all the trees-- wait, what is that?”
Celeste’s mouth gaped wide open when she saw the four handheld battery-powered chainsaws near the altar, and she immediately froze in place for a moment to stare.
“Do you see this, sisters?” the strawberry-blonde gasped. “These are… wow.”
“What are they?” Nicola asked with huge eyes.
“They’re called chainsaws,” I laughed. “They’re a tool that will allow you to cut wood at a godly rate. Should make your lives a lot easier.”
The fluorescent orange color of the four tools contrasted strangely with the primitive surroundings. The chainsaws had approximately fifteen-inch bars, so they weren’t huge, but I thought that might make them easier for the women to wield.
“They look… dangerous,” Penelope breathed.
“They are incredibly dangerous,” I confirmed. “But it’s nothing you can’t handle. I’ll tell you how to work them when you get to the woods.”
“Jack…” Nicola began with a puzzled expression. “Why are there four of them? You’ve only ever gotten one tool a day before.”
“As a god, I can request as many as I want,” I said in a deep voice. It was mostly true, at least, for now.
“Then why didn’t you--”
“Nicola!” Penelope promptly scolded. “How many times must I remind you not to question the ways of our lord? Clearly, he has been challenging us to reach stronger and more impressive heights. Now, he has rewarded us for our perseverance. You should be grateful.”
“Exactly,” I tossed out. “Anyway, you need to learn to use the chainsaws properly.”
“Okay,” Nicola smirked. “Whatever you say, old god.”
I inwardly grinned at the devious glint in the brunette's eyes, but then I noticed Celeste’s unnerved expression.
The harpy was glancing back and forth between my priestesses like they’d lost their minds, and I was suddenly reminded she couldn’t hear my end of this conversation. So, it was kind of understandable that she’d inched a few feet away from the other women.
“This… garden is beautiful,” Celeste managed in a nervous tone. “Was this built for your, uh… Jack?”
“Oh, yes, you have to see his mural,” Penelope said as she gestured over to the huge mosaic of my face and keyboard behind the apple tree.
I noticed Celeste did a bit of a double-take when she saw the mural, and I could have sworn her gaze lingered on my face much longer than the strange keyboard in my hands. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side as she looked at it for nearly a full minute in silence, but then she noticed Nicola smirking at her, and she quickly tore her eyes away.
“He looks nice,” Celeste said in an oddly high tone.
“Doesn’t he?” the brunette purred.
“And this is his altar, of course!” Penelope continued. “We haven’t been here very long, as we have only been Jack’s priestesses for a short while. That’s why we were thinking maybe you--”
“And how did you… find him, again?” Celeste asked. Her eyes kept shifting toward my mural, and I could tell she was struggling to put on a blank, polite expression.
“I had the most glorious vision,” the naiad sighed as she looked up at the heavens with an enraptured smile. “I knew that if I came here, I would find everything--”
“Penelope, I don’t want you to scare her, even if she is impressed by the new tools,” I told the naiad. “She doesn’t understand any of this. If she’s around for a while, then maybe I’ll… grow on her.”
“Oh, you’re already growing on her,” Nicola muttered, barely loud enough to hear.
“Fine,” the blue woman pouted.
“So, these chainsaws are amazing,” Aleia said in a tactful attempt to change the subject. “Your tools do come in the most vibrant colors, master. When do you think the gnomes will come to assist us?”
“I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” Nicola said, and then she started to chuckle. “They’re going to be blown away by these chainsaws, too.”
“I want to try one,” Celeste remarked. “If these tools are as incredible as you say, then I, too, would like a chance.”
“Do not let her do that,” I warned. “She had trouble just standing today, and we shouldn’t risk her getting injured. These are very dangerous tools if not used properly.”
“Hmm,” Nicola said to the harpy. “I don’t know about today. But maybe someday soon, when you’ve regained some strength.”
“Fine, but I fear that you are underestimating my power,” Celeste grumbled. “What are you going to do with these strange… chainsaws?”
“Holy chainsaws,” Penelope corrected.
“We’re building guard towers,” Aleia explained. “They’ll help make our convent more secure. We’ve realized how tough the gargoyles are to beat, and we need to increase our defenses.”
“And our offenses,” Nicola said with twinkling eyes as she rubbed her palms together. “I’ve never used a bow from that height before. I can’t wait to see what it’s like.”
“Later,” I laughed. “One thing at a time.”
Just then, there was a knock at the gate, and Thunder began to bark and jump in circles.
“It must be the gnomes,” Penelope said. “I’ll go let them in.”
“Building guard towers does sound like a good idea,” Celeste admitted, but her gaze darted after Penelope. “You seem awfully cavalier about who you allow within your convent walls. What if the gnomes are working with the gargoyles?”
“They aren’t doing that, Celeste,” Aleia assured her. “They’re Jack’s followers, and our closest friends. There’s no possible way. Why would they?”
“So the gargoyles can get me back, of course,” the redhead said with a slightly frantic look. “Can you give me a weapon already? It would ease my mind to have a sharp blade on hand. I don’t like being unarmed. As I keep telling you, I live to fight--”
“Good morning, everyone!” Elowise chirped as she strolled up to the group.
“So, what’s our first step-- whoa,” Wilfrim gasped when he saw the chainsaws. “Jack, what have you blessed us with now?”
“They’re for cutting wood,” Penelope explained with a bright smile. “They’re called holy chainsaws. Our lord is going to teach us how to use them.”
“Well, those are something else.” The old man shook his head. “That orange color is so bright, and that blade… I never know what to expect around here.”
“I see you’re up and walking around, dear,” Elowise said to Celeste.
“Yes, but these women won’t let me do anything.” The harpy frowned and blew a piece of scarlet hair out of her eyes. “I don’t want to lie around all day.”
“One more day of rest won’t hurt,” the old gnomish woman clucked as she took Celeste by the arm. “Come now, sweetheart, I’m going to walk you back to bed. Let’s go get an apple off that tree, and then I need you to rest.”
Elowise led the red-haired beauty away, and the priestesses looked around at each other in amazement.
“We tell her to rest, and nothing happens, but I suppose Elowise just works magic,” Penelope giggled.
“Thank you, Elowise,” I told the old woman. “I really didn’t want her working today.”
“Of course,” the gnome said with a nod and a smile on her wrinkled face. “I’m happy to help you, Jack.”
“You talk to him, too?” Celeste asked as the little old woman led her down the hill. “Things are so strange around this place. Those priestesses seem to talk to this ‘Jack’ about everything. As if he’s standing right here beside them!”
“You’ll understand someday,” Elowise chuckled with a mysterious smile.
“That’s what everyone keeps saying,” the harpy said as she stared up at the sky and pursed her lips. “I have no idea why you would think that.”
I smiled to myself as I admired the harpy’s upturned face, and I didn’t miss the glint of wonder in her big, amber eyes. She looked so fierce, but innocent as well, and the combination made my phantom blood begin to heat by just a couple degrees.
Celeste was beginning to remind me a lot of my priestesses, and in ways I didn’t mind at all.
But I focused my attention back on the garden before I could get ahead of myself, and I found my priestesses and the rest of the gnomes were milling about.
“My lord, we still haven’t eaten,” Penelope told me. “But I think I can make do with an apple. I’ll get you one, too, sisters.”
“Also eat some cougar meat,” I instructed the naiad. “We can’t have you overworking yourself and getting sick.”
“I’m fine!” the blue woman protested, but she did as I instructed.
“So, today we’re going to split logs into lumber,” I told the whole group. “You might call it boards, or planks. My priestesses are going to use the chainsaws, and I thought you gnomes could use hand tools.”
“We brought some tools with us again,” Balabar announced as he gestured to a weathered leather pack on his back. “We have wedges and mallets, among other things, and we brought back the axes from yesterday, too.”
“It sounds like you know what you’re doing,” I praised. “That’s exactly what I was going to say you needed.”
“I thought I knew what I was doing,” the gnomish man said with an authoritative nod, but his round cheeks flushed with pride.
Once the women were done with their breakfasts, the whole group headed out to the woods. The party’s mood was light and cheerful, and I was proud of my little band of followers for their great work ethic.
