Antarctic Harem: Book Two, page 1
Antarctic Harem
Book Two
Cara Nova
Copyright © 2024 Cara Nova
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Chapter 1
Night fell on the Antarctic, but not darkness.
The low, polar midnight sun continued to beat down remorselessly. Icebergs glistened and glittered off the shore, like precious jewels of emerald, cerulean, and palest mauve, lit by the faded sun. Far from the pack ice in the frozen, floating oceans, seals cavorted, searching for food in the shadows of the lonely icebergs.
Above, albatrosses, skuas, and petrels wheeled, chasing each other in great arcs across a frozen sky, never daring to cease their chase, lest rime form on the delicate pinions of their wings.
Though the Antarctic teemed with waking life, I slept, and dreamt of boobies.
It was dark and cold, but I felt calm, at peace, as if submerged beneath deepest ice. It was where I was meant to be, where I yearned to be. I floated, content to wait - aeons if needed - until I heard a voice.
"Steeeeeeeve!" it cried. "Steeeeeve!"
I turned, floating, agile as a seal. My mind, dream-struck, glossed over the lack of air bubbling from between my lips. My eyes, huge, glowing pools of light in the darkness, spied a gap, a cave. Phosphorescent algae, unknown to science (I should know), gleamed, lining the welcoming entrance.
I thought I paddled – or was I drawn? - towards the cave. I eased forward, my passage a span between a moment and eternity. The cold grew deeper, warmer, more welcoming, as it took hold of my relaxed body.
"I'm waaaaiting, Steeeeve," called the voice.
I drifted onwards, insensate. The walls were brighter now, pulsing. The algae lightened and darkened in mysterious, alien constellations, whirling as they drew me in.
"Steve!"
The voice was louder now, as welcoming as a pillow-whispered word, a lover’s caress to the soul.
I need you, Steve."
I could see it now: the surface. The pallid water was a ghastly blue, dancing from the phosphorescence above. My head breached the surface.
I saw them then, filling my vision, my mind - two perfect, giant boobies. And not the big-breasted kind.
"Find me, Steve. Find me! I’m waiting for youuuuu," the voice said.
Inexplicably, my cock hardened.
"You will be… rewarded."
***
I awoke just as a warm, soft weight settled itself between my legs, lying across me. Aroused from my dream, my fully erect cock jerked involuntarily. I heard a sharp intake of breath, then a quiet giggling.
“Well, your reactions are certainly good, Steve, and you certainly are… alert. I do apologise, but I didn't know how else I could wake you, other than getting a bit…close. And you were thrashing about in your sleep so delightfully. I’m here to provide you with the, ah - utmost in professional medical examination. And as part of that, I think I need to relieve that cock of yours, Steve – wouldn’t you agree?”
“God, that sounds amazing,” I groaned, still half delirious from my slumber, though alert enough to recognise a good idea when I heard one.
A swirling, warm, wet sensation began to grace my shaft. I bucked my hips, hoping the sensation would never end.
“Say the word and I'll stop - but you don't want me to stop, do you? After all, I'm a medical professional.”
The wonderful, perfect, wet sensation continued, and I opened my eyes. The scene blurrily came into focus. A cascade of natural red locks, glowing like copper, fell atop my exposed loins. The lights were dimmed, the curtain drawn around my bed in the medical bay.
Florence was there. Beautiful, enticing Florence, vacuuming at my cock with those pretty, pouty lips.
My hands strayed to play with her locks of burning amber, and before I knew it, my hand was buried in her hair, gripping her scalp tightly while I roughly pistoned her up and down my shaft. The slutty nurse gagged slightly, then popped off with a delighted expression on her pretty face.
“It seems subject is still very strong and willing. Very, very willing.”
A string of drool ran from the corner of Florence’s red lips to my hardened, purpled cock. As I came fully to consciousness, I took all of her in.
“Florence, what?” I moaned.
Florence put a manicured finger to my lips, silencing me. She was perfect, a heavenly vision come to save me from the Antarctic cold. Her scrubs were gone, and in their place a decidedly non-regulation nurse outfit covered her shapely form - barely.
Her white uniform was soft, silken. Silvery suspenders clenched around her supple thighs, flowing upwards to clinch at a garter partially hidden by her tiny, minuscule skirt. Sitting as she was, stroking my cock with her legs gathered under her, the sluttish skirt did nothing to conceal the silken white of the thong she wore, nor the damp wetness gathered at her thighs. The pleats of her skirt narrowed to encircle her tiny waist before the uniform flared out, barely constraining her soft, pillowy tits.
She was a goddess.
“Shh, Steve,” Florence continued. “You have to be quiet. Zoe's just down the corridor in another bed -don't worry, she’s stable. She can wait. I’m all yours for now, and I promise to take all your pain away, in any way I can.”
She giggled.
“I know this is obviously just a routine physical examination,” Florence said, giving my cock a long, slow lick whilst she worked it with her white gloves. “But it is very important. So, you need to stop groaning like that. We wouldn't want to be interrupted, would we?”
Florence pouted, unconsciously grinding the wetness of her crotch against my warm shaft.
“Now, is it alright with you if I continue testing your reflexes, Steve?”
I growled, my hands reaching for the handles of her long red hair, but she wriggled out of my grasp and came to lie nestled against me, one soft, yielding tit mounding on my chest. Florence’s body pressed against me, delightfully warm and soft, while one gloved hand pumped at my cock, slowly, lovingly.
“Steve, don't be hasty. There's proper medical procedure to follow!” Florence giggled to herself, sealing her lips to mine, greedily.
She sucked at my tongue and I pulled her into me, bruising her ripe lips as one hand trailed down, underneath her skirt, to squeeze at her dripping peach.
“Fuck,” she moaned into my mouth. “Subject is very good with his hands. Anyway, on to testing!”
Florence moaned her appreciation, her gloved hand never ceasing its soft, silken ministrations on my cock. My own hand snaked out, kneading at her voluptuous rear before reaching lower, to play with the glistening wetness dripping from the tight lips beneath her tiny thong.
“Fuck, Steve. Fuck. Manual dexterity is – fuck, FUCK, definitely a passing grade. Continuing the reactions test.”
Florence’s eager tongue darted to my neck, licking from my jaw to my ear. She tittered as my cock gave a rewarding pulse under her tiny hand.
“Subject is fit from malleus to mandible – and tasty.”
Florence continued her caresses as she kissed down my body, my cock twitching, leaking pre-cum copiously, staining her pure white gloves and running down her delicate wrist.
“Torso? Fine. Abdominals - really fucking fine. Sartorius? Fucking perfect,” Florence moaned as my fingers continued to play with her sopping pussy.
“And that leaves only one thing to test, Steve. Are you ready for – GLUCK!”
Florence was cut off as I seized her fiery locks and jammed that pretty, talkative mouth down onto my throbbing member. She moaned in delight and sunk as far as she could, coating my length in her warm saliva, her breath hissing out in happiness as she moaned her submissive delight.
“Subject is very, very dominant and demanding,” Florence gasped, her voice muffled around my cock.
Her lips formed a seal tighter than any I'd believe possible as she began to suck. Florence’s carmine lipstick smeared and stained the length of my rod. Her mascara began to run as she locked eyes with me, her teary eyes glowing docilely.
I pounded into her mouth, her throat, while she moaned softly, coyly around my length, mumbling notes to herself as she drooled.
“Subject feels so fucking good down my throat! Subject is going to – fuck... ah, subject's fingers are – FUCK! Steve your cock is fucking amazing!”
Florence’s muffled words ceased as I slammed my cock down her throat, shoving it deeper than I’d ever dared to with a woman before. She gurgled in delight, her skilful, ever-moving tongue protruding obscenely from her drooling mouth and lapping at my balls.
Florence came suddenly, quietly, joyously. Her soft thighs squeezed hard around my fingers while I pushed down on her shuddering head, keeping my cock hilted in her throat to muffle her delighted screams. I hadn't even touched her under her thong. Looks like three months without a man was very, very dire indeed for her.
Florence’s thighs loosened their hold, spasming, and I removed my hand from her head. She came up for air moaning, laughing, shuddering at the after-effects of the orgasm tearing through her.
“
I thought of the wet slurping noises she'd made. The soft glucking of her throat as it milked me. Her squeal of delight as she came with my rod down her throat.
“Yep,” I said. “Quiet as a mouse.”
“Good,” Florence giggled. “Because we're not done testing yet. Not by far. Let me take care of everything, Steve - you're obviously still weak from your ordeal. The way Zoe tells it, this cock feels like nothing else on earth. And I fully intend to study it scientifically too.”
I was too turned on to care about Zoe’s apparently public opinion on my seal-scaring cock, looking up at Florence. Her ‘uniform’ was a mess, one pert, heavy breast hanging lewdly out from her slutty outfit, her thong a sodden rag. Florence’s juices ran down her thighs as she straddled me.
“I can't wait, Steve. Proper medical procedure can get fucked – I’m sure you understand.”
With that, Florence slid her soaked thong to one side, and slid me inside. If I thought her mouth was tight, her pussy was something else.
“Fuck, Steve, I don't think I've ever taken anything this fucking thick,” Florence moaned, sliding her wetness down my entire length in one go. “Let me investigate carefully.”
In response I reached down to grab the perfect rounded globes of her ass, pulling her against me, fucking her slowly, lovingly. Already flushed from her earlier orgasm. Florence weakly collapsed against my chest, rubbing her fuckdoll body up and down my body as she let out breathy, high-pitched moans.
“Oh god, oh god, Steve, GOD! Steve, so fucking thick!”
Florence pushed back against my chest half-heartedly, trying to regain control, but I held her tight, running my hands up and down her thighs, tugging at her suspenders, and all the while, pistoning my length within her, showing her exactly how fit her ‘subject’ was. Her moans, soft and breathy in my ear, did nothing to disguise the wet sound of our flesh slapping against each other, the clapping of her fat cheeks as I took her.
From down the corridor, close to where we lay, I heard the soft rustle of sheets. As I continued to fuck Florence hard, licking and squeezing at her nipples, I began to hear soft, distant squeals, heavy breathing, muffled moans, as if from a mouth covered firmly by a hand. Seems like we'd woken Zoe after all.
Florence made no conscious acknowledgement of this, but I felt, rather than saw, her smile above me, felt her pussy clench on me in excitement.
Animalistic lust took over, and I began to pound her harder, the pitch of her moans spurring me on as well as the mental picture of Zoe fingering herself silly in the next room.
Florence’s fat, milky ass bounced on top of me, uniform shambolic, her body drenched in sweat.
Her pussy felt wetter, tighter with each passing second, her moans rougher.
“Fuck. Fuck, Steve. Don't fucking STOP! Take me, Steve. TAKE ME! Fuck, it's so fucking good!”
I reached up, kneading at her boob, propping her body up to provide better access leverage for my aching member as I thrust up into her warm, willing wetness again and again and again.
Florence’s moans echoed around the room now, born from deep in her chest, animalistic and unfettered.
Though ‘weakened’ as I was from my earlier ordeal, I still felt my own orgasm building. How could it not with this goddess above me? My mind was filled with her presence, the feeling of my cock between both sets of her lips, and the image of Zoe's lithe, athletic body in the other room, legs askew, golden hair stark against white sheets.
My cum boiled in my overwhelmed balls as I thrust upwards, taking Florence, claiming her, blurring the lines between her body and my own as I filled her with my seed.
Her cry of shock echoed through the small space as a second orgasm tore through her. It seemed to bounce back to us in a different tone, a different pitch, as Zoe came hard, secrecy forgotten.
Florence mashed her tits against my chest, nuzzling into me and covering my body in her soft warmth. In the distance, a tinny alarm wailed.
“Should I be concerned?” I whispered into her ear as she collected herself, spasming weakly.
“You should be flattered. That’s Zoe’s vitals. Her heart rate is…ah, elevated. Sounds like someone enjoyed that as much as I did – god that was amazing, Steve.”
“Whatever I had, I think I’m cured now,” I said, and Florence chuckled, grinding against me adoringly.
“I’m sure we’ll need to run many, many further tests on your endurance and stamina, Steve, but for now you should rest. You did survive a leopard seal attack and hypothermia after all.”
Florence kissed me fondly on the cheek as she stood, her highly professional, highly fuckable outfit hanging limply about her.
“Now, get some rest, Steve – you’ll have to excuse me. I have what feels like gallons of cum to wash off. We’ll have to test your abnormal semen production levels in the future too.”
Chapter 2
Tahlia Frost entered my room moments after Florence had finally cleaned the last gout of cum from the sheets (and herself), leaving with a sultry wink.
I hastily wiped the broad, satisfied smile from my face as she walked in. I sat up, struggling to look professional, look at all like I hadn't spent the last 24 hours fucking her research staff silly.
At ease, Stephen, at ease," Miss Frost said, her eyes flickering for a moment to my broad pecs as I propped myself up, naked beneath the sheets.
"Please don't put yourself out on my account. You've already done so much for this research station, and it seems, for its occupants."
Fuck, did she know? I had to play dumb, a burly hunk. I let the sheets fall further, exposing a rounded bicep.
"Thanks, Miss Frost, just trying to help out as best I can. I know we haven’t met on the best of terms, and I know my actions have partially led to, well… (fucking the absolute shit out of your head medical officer) …this. I apologise for all the commotion I've caused -it was never my intent – and I promise I'll do better, Tahlia.”
"That's Miss Frost, to you," she snapped, though I caught the icy flicker of a smile on her lips. "Introductions… that’s partially why I'm here. I know you haven't gotten to see the inside of anything within this facility yet, apart from the sick bay (that’s what you think, Tahlia). If you're sufficiently recovered, I'd love to give you a tour of your home for the next three months. Are you well enough for that?"
"Absolutely, Miss Frost - thank you for taking the time."
Tahlia’s manner suddenly changed as she sidled towards my bed, a seductive look blooming on those cold features like a flower after frost.
“That's quite alright, Steve, you know of course that I‘d do anything to help out the saviour of my staff.”
Miss Frost was closer now, looming over the bed, her gigantic, mature tits rising and falling with the motion of her breath.
“If there's anything, anything I can do to make your stay more comfortable, just...ask,” she purred, bending forward attentively to wipe an unseen bead of sweat from my forehead.
Something was…wrong. The ice queen was bent almost double, the position unnatural on her, those giant milky jugs hanging right in front of my vision. At any other time, my eyes would have been glued to those fantastic pale melons, as they swelled and shrank with the movement of her chest, bobbing in front of my eyes. But I was just too exhausted. Any cum not extracted by Zoe had been skilfully drained from me by Florence's ministrations. I was spent, and this was weird.
I refused to take the bait and gazed steadily into her glacial dark eyes for what felt like an eternity, watching the ice of her vision freeze the marrow in my bones.
Abruptly she straightened, a flicker of respect burning in her eyes.
“Well, if there’s nothing I can do for you, please get dressed and meet me in the corridor when you’re ready.”
Tahlia turned, and I resisted the temptation to drill my eyes into those mature, full buttocks as they shifted beneath her checkered oxford pants. She was ice by nature, and more dangerous than I'd given her credit for.
I dressed quickly, donning the eiderdown parka left neatly at the base of the bed, and wondered at its necessity – surely this was an indoor tour? I exited to meet Tahlia, thankful that we were at eye level and that her icy features were beautiful enough to stop my eyes from straying to her voluptuous body below.
