Building Harem Town 3, page 37
I realized I couldn’t just stare at the harpy, but it was impossible not to feel the bird’s eyes as Penelope and I embraced. I was dying to see how much more beautiful the harpy was from the ground, but I reminded myself to focus my attention on my devout priestesses.
Although, could Celeste be a priestess already? I quickly flicked through my display, but, to my disappointment, there were still only the three original women listed.
Apparently, seeing me in the flesh wasn’t enough to convert her, but here I was on the ground again, so where was the second half of my reward?
As my women continued to hang all over me, Celeste slowly morphed back into her harpy form. As usual, her body changed first, and for a moment, her red hair completely blended with the feathers on her back. Throughout her whole transformation, she continued to stare at my priestesses with her amber eyes wide in confusion and amazement, and something about feeling my lovers all kissing me while she watched heated my very real veins all of a sudden.
“Well, should we go to the kitchen?” Elowise finally asked as Celeste’s red aura disappeared. “My, I do feel a little shocked. That was quite a battle.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” I said as I finally came to my senses, and I cleared my throat and gently hugged the priestesses away from my face so I could thank the gnomes. “The battle was another wonderful success, and I have to thank the gnomes. Without your catapults, and your brave actions, there’s no way we could have defended the convent. And I hope no one minds if I offer the greatest thanks of all to Morrick, whose courage helped to save not only his mother, but the convent itself.”
“Hooray, Morrick!” the group cheered, and the young boy flushed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“It wasn’t nothin,’” he mumbled. “I just did what any gnome would do.”
“Well, we’re so proud of you, son,” Nissa said as she clasped Morrick’s arm with tears in her eyes. “And now I need to get to my other children. Penelope, will you help me?”
“Of course,” the naiad said as she pulled away from me. “Let me grab the flashlight and my sword. My lord, do you wish to come with us?”
I was torn.
It was amazing to finally feel the ground under my feet again, and since I had a little longer this time, a huge part of me wanted to see new parts of the convent from my followers’ perspective.
But I still had a priestess to convert, and a bigger part of me seemed to want to stay near Celeste right now. I had no idea why nothing had changed since we’d defeated the gargoyles, and the sheer uncertainty of the situation was drawing me in.
Hadn’t the success in battle been enough to win the harpy warrior over?
“No,” I said in what I hoped was a casual voice. “I’m going to head to the kitchen with everyone else.”
“It will only take a couple minutes,” the naiad promised, and with a wink and a flirty smile in my direction, she and Nissa were off.
“Hi, Jack,” Aleia said in my ear as she squeezed my hand. “Do you… do you want to walk to the kitchen together?”
“Hi, Aleia.” I chuckled at the fairy’s shy tone, since she’d already been trying to make out with me in front of a group of people. “Yes, yes I do.”
“You’ve never eaten when you’ve come down,” Aleia remarked. “Do you wish to share a meal tonight, master?”
“He’s never eaten food, anyway,” Nicola snickered from my other side, and the fairy coughed and blushed as I squeezed her hand a little harder.
I could still feel the harpy’s eyes on me as she strolled behind me and my two women, but she was completely silent. I couldn’t resist turning back to look at her, but when she caught my glance, she furrowed her eyebrows and glanced away.
I really, really needed some private time with the women, but this only made me wonder more about what Celeste would do when I left to spend some quality time with the priestesses.
When we reached the kitchen, the smell of woodsmoke in the air was intoxicating enough to distract me from my thoughts, and I settled myself on a log with a sigh. It had been so long since I’d gotten to enjoy the simple pleasures of life on the ground, like sitting around a campfire, and part of me was almost tempted to hang out with the gnomes all evening.
Penelope and Nissa returned with the children, and the naiad dashed over to me, sat on my lap, and started kissing my neck.
“Penelope!” Aleia hissed. “Everyone is still watching.”
“I don’t care,” the naiad sniffed as she briefly broke away from me. “You were doing it before, too, and Jack is my god. I don’t mind who sees how I pray to him.”
“That’s fine, dear,” Elowise chuckled as she fussed with the fire. “I remember what it was like to be young and in love.”
“I’m not a god, though,” Wilfrim remarked dryly as he walked over and slipped an arm around his wife’s waist. “I never had muscles like that.”
“I like your muscles just fine,” the old woman purred, and as the rest of the gnomes rolled their eyes skyward, she kissed her husband on the mouth.
“I guess the battle got everyone a little excited,” I chuckled.
“I love you, Elowise and Wilfrim,” Penelope said with misty eyes. “I can’t wait until I marry Jack. Oh, we should have a wedding someday! What do you think, my lord?”
“That would be wonderful,” I said honestly. “Seriously, why not?”
“Wow,” Nissa sniffled as she clutched all four of her children as close to her body as she could manage. “How romantic.”
“Anyway, Jack,” Balabar said as he came to stand before me. “We were successful in battle, and I believe it is time I lead the rest of your followers in prayer to thank you.”
“Thank you, but--” I tried to protest.
“No, I insist--”
“Celeste, are you feeling alright?” Aleia cut in, and the whole group, including me, turned to look at the harpy.
Now that I could openly look at the redhead for a moment, I saw her fair cheeks were as ghostly white as they’d been when she was sick, her red lips were parted, and she had a slightly dazed expression in her amber eyes.
She made direct eye contact with me for a long moment, and her lashes fluttered as her lips parted a tiny bit more.
“I-- I’m okay,” Celeste finally whispered. “I-- I didn’t know he was real?”
“He’s real,” Penelope assured the harpy. “But if you’re not feeling well, I can take you to go lie down. You look awfully pale.”
“Maybe Jack should go, too,” Elowise suggested. “If you're really ill, he might need to heal you.”
“That’s kind, Elowise,” Nicola said with gratitude in her voice. “We’ll run right back up here once we settle Celeste--”
“Don't worry about it, dear,” the old woman responded. “I’m sure we’ll see Jack again soon, and we certainly don’t wish to hog our gracious lord’s attention.”
“But--” Balabar protested, but his mother put a finger to her lips as the priestesses, Celeste, and I got up and started to walk out of the kitchen.
“Hush, Balabar,” Elowise instructed the gnomish man. “The kids need some time to themselves.”
“But I wanted to pray--”
“I said, the kids need some time to themselves…” I heard the old woman repeat as we walked out of earshot.
As we left the kitchen, Nicola and Penelope giggled together and ran ahead toward the living quarters. Aleia and Celeste walked behind the other two women without saying a word, and I couldn’t help but stare at the luscious bodies I was so close to touching.
I lagged further and further behind the group as I walked slowly through the convent grounds. The night air filled my very real lungs as the cool grass brushed between my toes, but the sheer joy of being in a physical form in this world actually took a back seat for a moment.
Because my heart was pounding in my chest, and a buzz of energy rippled through the air and pulled me toward the women. Particularly the harpy.
Celeste paused for an instant as if she were going to look back, and my stomach jumped into my throat, but then she continued to walk again, and I stared at her crimson hair spilling down past the cinch of her waist.
I was so tense, I felt like my skin was on fire.
“I’m not sick,” Celeste blurted out the second I reached the living quarters and joined the circle the women had formed.
“Oh, that’s good,” Penelope cooed. “You didn’t look well, though. It can’t hurt for you to lie down.”
“Is that… is that what you're all going to do?” the harpy asked as she nervously tugged on her deer skin top. “Lie down?”
“Well, we do want to spend some… awake… time with Jack,” Nicola said diplomatically. “But if you need to be in your bed, there are lots of other places we could go. We don’t want to infringe on your privacy, seeing as you mentioned you’re a rather private pers--”
“I-I don’t mind if you stay,” Celeste said as she blushed furiously and bowed her head.
All three of my priestesses looked over at me and widened their eyes, and I shrugged so subtly, I hoped the harpy wouldn’t notice.
“Let’s light some candles!” Nicola suddenly suggested. “It will help you relax.”
“Can I relax now?” the harpy asked as she looked around with a slightly crazed expression. “The gargoyles aren’t coming back, are they?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered, but while Celeste didn’t meet my eyes, I saw a soft shiver ripple through her when she heard my voice again. “We’ve thoroughly kicked their asses many times now, and I sincerely doubt they’ll be coming back for you after seeing how well-protected you are here. And even if they do… I’d fight them again and again for you, Celeste.”
“Oh,” the harpy gasped. “Th-Thank you.”
“That’s just how kind our master is,” Penelope said as she reached out to stroke my arm.
“Y-You look like your mural,” Celeste said as she glanced up at me awkwardly, and then she immediately stared back at the ground again.
“Umm, thank you,” I replied. “Or… yes, I do?”
This was going great. Could a god still be nervous around beautiful women?
When I’d awoken at the convent, Nicola, Aleia, and Penelope had already been my priestesses. The naiad had been the most devout, but they’d all already made their pilgrimage, and I could speak directly to them, of course.
But Celeste was a whole different ball game.
“Why don’t we go sit down?” Nicola suggested as she glanced between me and Celeste with a slight smirk. “I’ll cover the floor with blankets so there’s plenty of room to be comfortable.”
“Thanks, Nicola,” I told the brunette as I visually traced the edges of her figure from top to bottom.
All my women were so ridiculously beautiful, and there was literally nothing better than being in the same room with all of them at the same time.
And Celeste apparently wanted to stay.
The harpy watched Nicola and Penelope arrange blankets with the same startled expression on her face she’d worn since she’d first seen me. The redhead stood to the side of the room and shifted uncomfortably from side to side for a couple minutes, and then she finally went over to her bed and sat against the wall with her legs crossed.
“Relax with us, Jack,” Penelope implored as the priestesses all sat down on the ground, and I complied.
Aleia was quick to snuggle up next to me while Nicola inched closer to my other side, and Penelope sat cheerleader-style in front of me so she could weave her cerulean fingers with mine.
The five of us sat in silence for several minutes, and I started to feel more and more laid back, even though the tension I felt between me and Celeste could have been cut with a knife. I could feel her gaze glued to me, and whenever I flicked my eyes toward her, the harpy’s amber eyes were trailing over my exposed torso, or my arms, or my lips. She also followed the trail Aleia was tracing across my crossed legs with a slender finger, and when the fairy stopped a few inches to the side of my dick, Celeste’s cheeks turned beet red.
Still, I was in the candlelight with not just one, but four of the most beautiful women to ever exist, and knowing at least three of them were eager to fuck me tonight kept me somewhat preoccupied.
“Sooo,” Nicola said as she stretched out on her side, and I grinned as she made sure I could reach her legs to stroke her bare, golden calves. “I imagine you won’t be down here forever, Jack. What should we do?”
“Do you really always--” Celeste blurted out the words in a nervous fluster, but then she cut herself off. “Never mind.”
“Yes, we always pray to Jack,” Penelope happily answered anyway. “There are times when he requests our prayers more… fervently… than others, and after a large battle is one of those times. We must show our gratitude to our lord and master for watching over us so constantly, and I enjoy leading a ceremony on his behalf. Do you… might you want to participate?”
“I don’t know,” the harpy mumbled. “As you know, worship is new to me, and I… I wouldn’t exactly say I’ve ever… prayed… before?”
Hoooly shit. Another virgin.
How the fuck had I gotten so lucky?
I instinctively checked my display system again, but Celeste still wasn’t listed among my priestesses, yet.
So, I calmly focused on Nicola’s slender legs under my palm to keep myself distracted from the milky bed of untouched cleavage across the room, and I decided to let my priestesses handle the conversation since the harpy seemed somewhat open to discussing a few things with them.
“I, too, was new to praying when I met Jack,” Penelope purred. “But I have found it most enjoyable.”
“Penelope, I’m not sure Celeste is ready to participate in that sort of ritual,” Aleia suggested in a gentle voice.
“As much as I enjoy my lord’s… godly corrections,” Nicola began, “I’m not sure Celeste would like the same treatment.”
I tried so hard not to smirk at Nicola’s insinuating tone, but I did agree with the sentiment. As much I would have enjoyed that sort of thing, I wasn’t sure what the harpy needed right now was to be whipped with a belt, either.
“Of course,” Penelope said with a serious nod. “Then maybe we will have to reconsider our rites for this evening.”
“Yes, we don’t mind worshipping our lord in many, many ways,” Nicola added.
“I think that’s a lovely idea!” Aleia half-purred, and Celeste didn’t say a damn word of argument.
Then I realized I’d forgotten to draw my next breath, and I swallowed hard as I felt all four women’s gazes turn to me at once.
“You’re in charge, Penelope,” I responded as I watched her perfect red lips curl into a smile. “You tell us what to do this evening.”
“Lie down, master,” the naiad murmured. “Put your head in my lap. I wish to tend to you and show Celeste that the ways of prayer are so tender and loving. Sisters, do you agree?”
Both Nicola and Aleia murmured their assent, and I snuggled down into Penelope’s lap. She began to stroke my head, and my other two priestesses each put a hand on one of my shoulders. The naiad’s soft, golden curls spilled down and tickled my face and neck, and if it weren’t for my painfully engorged cock, I could almost have fallen asleep.
“I love you, Jack,” Penelope whispered, and although I was dying to see the expression on Celeste’s face, I kept my eyes on the beauties above me and focused on the priestesses’ soft hands. “We are so grateful for your blessings.”
Aleia smiled and nodded, and Nicola looked down at my face with the faintest hint of a smirk.
“Soft and gentle,” Nicola mused in an almost hypnotic tone. “Is that how you’d like to be touched tonight… master?”
My cock jumped at the sound of the word that turned me on so much emerging from the brunette’s normally-insolent lips.
“Would you like to come sit with us, Celeste?” Penelope asked the harpy. “You fought so well tonight. You were so strong and valiant, and so beautiful.”
“I think I’ll watch from over here,” the redhead whispered quietly from her position beside the wall. I tilted my head a bit and caught sight of her wide, amber eyes drinking in the scene. “There are clearly many things I do not know about the ways of… prayer. I-I have much to learn, I think. I mean, I have heard things, of course, it’s only that I…”
“Of course,” Aleia said and patted Celeste on her leather-clad thigh. “I have only learned of many things recently myself.”
“So, one of the things we like to do, Celeste,” Penelope continued in a slow, entrancing voice, “is worship our lord’s entire body. Nicola, do you wish to show her what I mean?”
“Penelope,” Nicola snickered, “are you sure--”
“Nicola,” I growled quietly but firmly. “I want you to listen to Penelope as she teaches a new disciple how to pray.”
“Yes, master,” the brunette murmured.
“Celeste, are you sure this is what you want?” Aleia queried as she leveled her pale-green eyes on the harpy.
“Yes, it is,” the harpy whispered so low I almost couldn’t hear her, but then she looked at me and briefly held my gaze. “I don’t know if I wish to pray, but I do want to learn more about your ritual.”
“You are grateful for Jack’s protection,” Penelope surmised, and the harpy nodded shyly.
“So grateful,” she murmured. “He has watched down on me and protected me even though I could not believe he was there. He did all he could to have you and his other followers prepare to defend this place, and I… I don’t know how to truly thank him. Words don’t seem like enough.”
“Oh, Celeste, that’s so wonderful,” Penelope gushed. “I’m sure Jack will be most grateful if you thank him as we do: with our willing bodies.”
“Um, yeah, I would,” I tried not to moan as the naiad continued to stroke my hair.
I was really starting to have trouble holding back my reactions. My skin felt so sensitive that every gentle caress from her warm hands sent a wave of tingles down my spine, and as Nicola ran her palm down my bare chest, my cock jumped, and I immediately wondered if Celeste had noticed.
