Little Cherine Book 01 - BPost042
Unbelievable as it may sound, after a few minutes, we relaxed so much that we both dozed off; just a short nap.
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When I woke up I felt something was wrong, or rather, too right. It was a feeling of calm. After dancing it has never happened that without making love my girls can be this calm. As I moved off Natalie, they lifted her knees, Dommi having already placed our pillows under her buttocks.
“Stop being so afraid. If she was going to spill out she would not have been born. Anyway, my healer is watching her. It seems she does not need any assistance to win the race, that is one spunky little girl coming to us. You girls carry on like this you are going to make Natalie and me feel like cattle on a breeding farm.”
There remained the eerie silence of the lack of passion. Watching me make love, the swirling of Cherine and then bang, total silence. Curious I looked at Diana and she had the same effect on me as a statue would have. I looked back at Natalie and found her eyes on me. At least she was warm with feelings. I leaned back to her and twirled my fingers through her hair. Softly I kissed her slightly parted lips. She smiled and there was love in that smile.
I whispered softly, “Thank you.”
“What for Roberto mou? I must...”
“Not for that my love. For staying warm and loving even at a time like this.”
“They are afraid. I am not, not anymore. Samantha is with me now.”
This brought the girls back to life, though the sexual need was still noticeable by its absence. Dommi caressed the face of Natalie. “How was I ever to know what a special woman you would turn out to be,” she said softly with awe.
I explained to her, “Dommi has kept me away from her friends for over a year. I guess none of us imagined anything like this happening.”
“It is good she did Roberto, they are not all real friends. She is beautiful and comes from one of the richest families, so they want to be seen with her, but because she is kind, they think she is stupid. They speak very differently when she is not around. You should have heard them when they thought her father had disowned her.”
I nodded. “That is what most people are like, very few are genuine…”
“You are wrong Robert.” Cherine spoke firmly. “People have their nasty thoughts, they think many evil things because they want things they can’t have or because someone hurt them, and yet, most of them are good and they feel sorry afterwards. Very few are really bad.”
I asked, “I wonder, if there are people who are thoroughly bad, are there any who are only good, have no evil in them?”
Cherine laughed gaily. I saw from the twinkle in her eyes that she was going to enjoy it before she even spoke. “Oh you are precious! You have two such people right under your nose. There is no bad in Wendy or Diana.”
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Natalie sat up a bit, leaning on her elbow. I saw the little ones were all fascinated by the shape her breasts took. “That reminds me. I want to ask a very big favour, but I am afraid of hurting your feelings Dominique.”
I answered for her, “Just ask my little doe. When no hurt is intended, we can feel it.”
“I want Diana to be the special mummy to take over Samantha from me.”
Diana began to cry. The girls loved it. They hugged Diana and were overjoyed for her. Being male, uncouth and of no sensitivity, my stomach chose this moment to rumble with hunger. There was a sudden silence and then laughter.
We brought a collection of cold leftover lahanodolmades, cold meats and salads and made a feast of it on the bed.
Heart still racing at what she felt had been the most beautiful thing to happen to her, Diana asked, “Natalie, if I am to be the special mother, will you be my bridesmaid?”
Natalie agreed, adding. “By the time you get married koukla mou, you will probably have someone else you want as ...”
“Next week I mean. Wendy and I are getting married.”
Natalie thought for a moment it was a play-acting of two children, but realised from our silence that it was serious. She was shocked. Very shocked. I decided she had not recalled my proposal to them.
“I thought you all loved Robert. Why would you want to get married to each other?”
That broke us up. She was a bit miffed at our hysterics. We kept asking the two of them why they wanted to get married, not giving them a chance to reply as we would break out laughing again. As these are the two who hardly touch any of the other girls, concentrating their attention on me, it was particularly funny for the others to tease them about being little lesbian lovers. The two of them took it well, mostly grinning at our laughter. We finally managed to explain why it was so funny and what Diana had really meant.
“How can you marry them. No church would let you marry two women; if you tell them you want to marry children they...”
Dommi thought of how important her parents are to Natalie and what problems she will be facing. “Let’s start over Natalie. This affects you too.”
Chapter Fifty Three
The two girls agreed with me to put off the wedding for a few weeks, giving Natalie time to know and become closer to Rose and Themi and, more important, to have the same anniversary date as Cherine and Dommi. The wee ones insisted they also wanted to get married, suggesting they project themselves. I refused point blank. If it is to happen then it will when the time is right.
Thanks to the delay, I was able to spend a few days and evenings working hard, racing to keep up with the images flashing through my mind as I changed the layout of the page each time I had another inspiration. Cleverly, the girls realised that sending Natalie to deliver my coffees meant I would not be distracted. Alki was visiting when I finished, so I showed the pages to him and once he had approved them, I sent them to the office.
I asked Dommi to take Wendy and Diana shopping, but, as usual, the girls talked me into going with (I have mentioned how clever my little loves are) and I ended up taking all of them so that they can all buy new clothes. I wanted each one of them to look special. I watched how they chose their clothes. Although each girl has her preferences, they still make a point of choosing at least three outfits each and then asking the other girls to help them choose. We got the rings also. Even though none of us wear our rings, it is too important a symbol in their sweet minds for me to even think of trying to skimp and save.
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As we climbed the hill, seeing my mother, a young woman again in her outlook, her face fresh and beaming because of her knowing she has a second chance at happiness, with the baby growing in her, for the first time I was able to see how strong is the magic of our gifts, that we could do this for another human being. Themi also looks a lot younger, and still worries about it, but the magic for him is suddenly having two women loving him, with a child on her way - he privately counts the children as two and I have no argument with how he feels.
Everything went off as planned, though the feelings that filled the ruined chapel could never have been planned for. There was the obligatory celebration, but finally we got home where I carried my two brides over the threshold.
When I entered with a much needed coffee, I saw Wendy was curled up on the lap of Dommi, sucking her thumb, a dreamy look on her face. Cherine and Diana were playing some kind of hand game, and the speed they played at was amazing. I watched this tableau from the door and waited there, sipping and wondering what will happen this night. It just happens that both our brides of the day are uninhibited in their preference for only making love to me. Tonight is a night for all of us to celebrate and I would not want my first two girls to feel left out in any way; not by me, but by these strange and wonderful girls, our brides.
Without me realising it the two had stopped playing and were watching me.
“Robert, stop worrying and join us. We have something very special we want to do before we can start our honeymoon.”
Cherine, it seems, had promised to link Diana, open her so that she can be fully one of us. The idea of her mind, that something that exists between us being open to me, to feeling her inside me and knowing she has me in the depths of her mind and soul too, made my knees turn to water. I anticipated this with as much fear as joy. A thought came to my mind and I relaxed.
“Samantha.” Cherine frowned at my irrelevant comment. “She refused to tell me anything about the future, said I had forbidden it - as if any of you ever listen to me. Still, I got the most important message of all. We will survive, I need not live with that fear.”
“Oh I am so sorry Robert.” Cherine really looked crushed. “You have forgotten? In the Kaleidoscope World?” She did not want to speak the words, was asking me to remember for myself.
“It would have been lovely to live with the illusion at least for a few days. You are right my love, I’d forgotten; nothing is cast in stone. Things can still change if we do not keep our eyes open, if we become complacent or get tempted to take the wrong path even once.”
Dommi grinned, a real Cheshire cat grin. “Well, she did tell us, indirectly, something else.”
“That was?”
“Didn’t she say she was nearly three hundred years old?”
“Yes. Oh, you mean that is a confirmation of our theory of our longer lives. Good point, I must tell Themi he was spot-on.”
“Not exactly the point I was about to make.”
I knew it, but had made my feeble attempt to divert her. I resigned myself to what was coming. “Spill it - you’ve been dying to Dommi.”
“She said she was in appearance only about ten or eleven!”
“Oh shit!!” Cherine looked upset. “That means it really will take us about thirty years to age one year. Robert, that’s not fair!”
“Cherine, you missed the point,” Dommi was smiling at her now, “she gave us to understand she looked that way for Robert. Don’t you see?”
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“No.”
“In the future everybody, it seems, knows that Robert likes only little girls, so she keeps herself looking that age for his sake. Probably that way he makes love to her more often. She projects herself to stay that age!!”
Half-heartedly I protested, “Oh come on Dommi…”
“No Roberto, be honest.”
“This is one of those female questions isn’t it? Whichever way I answer I’m in the wrong.”
“The last time you desperately wanted to make love to me was when I was projected as a little girl - and even then you ended up not even touching me.”
“I did, it just wasn’t me.”
Behind her grin and teasing was an odd little spot of pain. She actually was half-believing this. I thought back and realised she is right, I have tended to concentrate on my little ones, but I justified myself, it was not because their little bodies excited me more, it was because their little minds and hearts are more tender, I did not want any of them hurt. I was actually beginning to think I had bitten off more than I could chew, having the healer give me the energy to satisfy four girls will not be enough, I will have to expend so much effort in keeping my attention to each balanced, that it won’t be fun for me.
“Robert, I want you to keep me projected as a girl of about ten.”
“Oh my love, if it were only that simple. We actually have to face the opposite happening.” That got them off their ‘mouth behind hand grins’ at my discomfort. I explained. “You cannot be called lazy, you are so full of energy you can’t sit still for long. But you have been lazy, none of you are studying. You have to go back to school. Cherine, your mother will have to take you and Wendy back to school, since it seems we will be able to keep you looking older every year. Diana, my mother will have to sign you up, she’ll have to claim she is your guardian…though who we’ll enter as your parents I’m not certain.”
I expected a tumultuous protestation, but they were all silent. Maybe they were exchanging points of view without me hearing/sharing, but Cherine was the first to speak.
“You are going to project us to look older every year? Robert, I want you to be proud of me - I do remember what you said to me last year. Are you going to project for school only and let us look ourselves when we are home?”
“I would love to, but I think not love. Part of your education is from learning to think as a maturing person out of school. If you come back and look like a nine year old when you are twelve, you will not think like a twelve year old. Or sixteen, or twenty.”
“Oh good! Cherine, we will all soon be old enough to make love and have our own babies.” The light in her eyes was genuine, Wendy was happy at this turn of events - even if it meant she had to go to school and be away from me for hours every day.
Suddenly Dommi was a very determined young woman. “If you are going to do that for them, then you will project me as a ten year old, or even younger if that is what you prefer. Since I do not need to go to school it will not matter - and I have done whatever maturing I was meant to as a teenager.”
She picked up my thoughts before I could speak and there was an angry glint in her eyes and her jaw set, daring me to argue. “I am tired of being the ‘mother’. They will soon be older than me, let them be the mother figure if they want. I just want to be the lover I was before.”
“Dommi love, even if I make you six years old and them sixteen, you will still end up being their mother figure. It is your gift. Do you really think I am crazy? That I’d refuse to have the childhood love of mine as often as I can - especially since I’ll be having you all to myself?” I went across to her and took her in my arms. “This anger Dommi, it is not real, you live so much of your time in my mind, in my heart, you know how much I love you.”
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She was not willing to be mollified that easily, perhaps needing to share some of her hurt with me, though she willingly stayed in my arms. “What I know does not make me feel happy about always being the one you make love to only if you have the time and energy to, after all the others.”
What had started with a grin was no longer anything less than a cry of pain. I felt bewildered, how was I to handle this? I could sense the other girls were all on Dommi’s side, as if I were the villain. “I can’t handle this, I’m sorry. You all know that I am forced to react to each of you according to the possibility of hurting you. From now, you all sit together, without me, make your decision, who first, second etc. Tell me and I’ll do my bit.”
Cherine had to poke fun at me of course. “Your bit Robert? And it is causing so many problems? Maybe you should project it so that it is more than a bit.”
“Fuck you Roberto! You think I’m stupid! You know that if we did that, I would end up with less not more. There is no way I could put myself ahead of the need of the others.” She was now in tears. “I want you to want me damn it, not be on a list.”
As the girls put their arms around her, Cherine looked up at me and her eyes sent me a message, so I did the same thing any normal, healthy and sane adult male would have done - I got out of there.
“That is the story Alki. I am at my wits end. I feel bad to have called you out on your honeymoon by my emoting…you really should not have come to me, I bet Marian must be fed up with me - you too I suppose.” He burst out laughing. The more upset I looked the more he laughed.
Finally I grinned. “I guess I must really be fond of you, to sit here while you laugh at me. I excuse you though. The younger you get the more senile you become.”
“Oh Robert, it is not me - it is you! You have a problem, at your wits end? You have what, four lovers, three daughters, with Samantha on her way now. You will soon have seven girls to satisfy and I will make you a bet. Over the next six months you will have at least one more, if not two or three. You can’t help yourself, you open your heart so easily to children if they are girls. What are you going to do Robert? Take on all the unhappy little girls of the world.”
“Not fair Alki. The only one that happened with was Wendy, and her I will never regret. Never!” There was a shimmering and Wendy was suddenly in my arms.
Alki and I had momentarily forgotten the girls, include his Marian, could hear every word. Wendy was filling my heart with her love and adoration and all problems melted away. To feel this little girls’ love more than made up for any problems. I was reinvigorated and knew the problem would not be a problem. I could handle it. I held her tightly to me, rocking my torso sideways, intent on my love for her, my little bride. My one hand was resting on her sparrow thigh, holding her, but it roamed, rubbing her in a gentle massage.
I wished I were in our bedroom and suddenly, just like that, we were.
“Wendy!!”
“You wanted to.”
It may seem I am getting inured to these wonders my little girls keep coming up with, but at that moment, all I knew is the need I had, the fiery need to hold and make love to the tiny body in my arms.
The awakening of this passion in both of us showed me, after the lessons I learnt from Cherine, that I will have to consummate our love tonight. I made certain I cannot give her the child she is secretly hoping for and began to project her to an older age. I hit a wall of resistance.
“Robbie please. I want you like I am. Don’t change me please”
“I will hurt you love, you are too small.”
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“Then hurt me, it will be a good hurting and I will get better. I am not afraid anymore, not with you. Please.”
Her reasons were not the same as Cherine’s had been, I saw I must not refuse though it tear my heart, she needed to feel I did it gladly, with only love for her in my heart. In a way it is ironic, that according to all I have read, it should be the children who should be afraid, but it is always me.
“Will this really exorcise him forever my love?” She nodded, her joy that I had understood her beating like a heartbeat inside her and my heart swelled from the love this child showed she feels for me. “Your pain is your gift to me tonight baby? I will take it and treasure it. But not if it is unbearable.”
“It won’t be.”
I stared at her tiny body, half my size in length. Whatever it costs me, I knew I will have to be all she wants of me. My hands had a deliberate edge of roughness as I caressed her body, feeling the gift of my bride. My lips were as demanding as she dreamt of. As I brought her to her own edge of a volcanic eruption, I pulled back and as I looked up at her sweaty flushed face, I saw her eyes blazing with the swirls of golden fire in ebony darkness and knew I really will have to do it. With a hidden ache and prayer in my heart, I moved over her.
She raised her head to watch. I was moaning and calling her all the words of love and endearments that flowed out of my heart as I probed, willing to place pressure, but not to use violent force. As I’d feared, I could not use the force needed, so I got off her and lay on my back and lifting her, placed her on me.
“You take me in you as you can my love.” She understood and sat up, crouching as she held me to her and slowly pressured her body onto me, forcing her body to accept me.
I stared at her, shaken by the pain and boiling need in her body. Her eyes were lost in their own world as I rolled her over and gently pulled myself out. As I carefully pushed back in, her cry of dismay turned to an explosion and I was no longer able to stop myself. I held myself tightly to her quivering and shaking body while she was clawing and biting at my chest as she felt me exploding within her.
I do not know how she was able to handle my own sensations being added to her already out of control ecstasy, but she did and we too soon were riding on our way back down.
The excitement of our wedding, the dream of her becoming a woman for me being achieved, her secret dream she was certain was coming true, had built up the lust in her little body to the point where the orgasm had not drained her of her passion. When I began to gently move again within her, I was surprised to find there was almost no pain. As I rocked against her, she exploded in a rainbow of sensations that did not hit a new ceiling of orgasmic spasms, but seemed to roll on forever and I climaxed, adding my sensations to hers so that this time she was totally drained.
I needed, not only for her sake, but also for my secretly aching heart, a time of tenderness, of holding her darling body to mine as I kissed her and whispered my endearments. When I felt she needed to sleep I turned her to her side and let her spoon against me so that she could fall asleep held within my arms. She was deeply asleep, already within her first dream, when I carefully let go and returned to the lounge where they were all waiting.
I could not help giving a grin when I saw them. Late as it was they were wide awake. “She really did it this time. Instantaneous travel, teleportation! Wonder how Alki dealt with it. Did anybody else see?”
“No.”
“Cherine, hope you are not angry with me.”
“What for? It was her wedding night, we did not mind waiting.”
“Not that love. I knew you would understand. No, I’m talking about all the hell I put you through, saying you were too young for so long and then making love to Wendy when she is still younger and smaller than you were when I first met you.”
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“Oh that!” I waited, but she made no further comment.
“Did anyone know she has her own healer?”
They could still feel the tears within her, the pain, so they were surprised. They eagerly demanded to know how I knew.
“She planned to get pregnant tonight. There was a ripe ova waiting to be fertilised. For a girl of seven who does not menstruate, not entirely normal is it?”
They had missed the cue and I felt the eagerness of Cherine as she searched, confirming for herself the truth of it, and the worried search of Dommi as she checked whether she had ‘taken’.
“Dommi, relax. I made sure my sperm was all inactive.” I stared at Cherine’s amused expression and suddenly found I could not hold it back anymore. “What is it with you girls? Dominique I can understand, but you are all still children yourselves damn it!! Next thing I know the wee ones will be trying it also!”
*Why not Robbie? We can make ourselves Dommi’s age if that will make you happy.*
I noticed that only Cherine thought it was funny. Dommi was concerned, a little afraid and did not like the comment by Rosie, not even as a joke. I felt the wee ones wilt beneath her anger. Diana was still a blank to me and she kept tight control over her face, giving just the appearance of a bystander. I found her withdrawn look, her half-closed eyes and the mind shut to me disquieting. I had hoped Cherine would be able to cause the bud to blossom, open her in all her beauty, but it seemed nothing had happened.
“Cherine, Dommi. I’ve still got one bride. I do not want to wake Wendy, I think the teleportation plus our lovemaking exhausted her. Can I have the rest of the night alone with Diana in the guestroom before we all celebrate together again? I know you also married these two today and this is your wedding night also, I just need to be a little selfish though. Dommi?”
“I really chose the wrong night to make a scene didn’t I? Robert, you go ahead, be a little selfish, I really don’t mind. Maybe Cherine and I can go lie with Wendy and the babies.”
“It won’t work Robert.”
That surprised me for a moment, thinking Cherine was objecting, then I saw she had seen through the charade, that I was taking the blame to satisfy the needs of our little brides without letting them feel guilty about it. Then I picked up that I was wrong, something else was worrying her.
“Not with Diana you can’t. There is too much of Wendy in her. You two could go to the moon, the moment you touch each other and she feels that electricity between you, Wendy will wake up.”
Diana closed her eyes and she seemed to slouch on the sofa, making herself more comfortable. I was careful not to touch her, but knelt close by.
“Girlie? Just an hour?”
“No.”
It is not often she refuses me anything. I tried to understand, but could not. This was not her character.
“I can’t control it that long Cherine.”
“I’ll help you, don’t worry.”
“What are you girls talking about? Dommi, can you tell me?”
“No. Not my secret.”
“Aha! So there is a secret! I never would have guessed.”
They looked uncomfortable, but would not speak, not even mind-speak to me.
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“Diana, would it make it easier for you if I go concentrate on some work?” She nodded so I made a cup of coffee and sat at the computer. I had hardly switched it on when the idea came to me. Soon I was furiously designing, drawing almost without conscious volition, caught up in the beauty of my vision.
I was so deeply engrossed that I did not sense the girls enter. When a movement at the corner of my eye startled me and I turned, I saw them all standing behind me, little Wendy with them too. Cherine, her eyes shining came closer. She took a long look and put her arms around me.
“It is them. You got it Robert. You got it.”
The others had not seen the aliens, but it did not need them to look into our minds to see the alieness of these Worlds, the galaxy of beautiful Kaleidoscope Worlds. I hugged Cherine, silently thanking her for the compliment.
“Another one for your Trust my love.”
“No Robert. This one is for the whole world, let them see what we can become.”
There was a strong yearning in the others, even Diana letting it slip through. As if she had guessed the game was up, that I knew, she opened, blazing like a jewel in my mind. I started to weep. I had thought her mind a bud, likened the opening to a flower. This was more like the center of the Milky Way. She was far too beautiful and powerful a light in my mind. I was so overcome that when the girls led me away, to the bedroom, I forgot to save my work - thank god for auto-save.
“Diana, we will leave you alone, physically. We must stay with him however, with you too I think. You are affecting each other too strongly. Tonight will not be a pleasure for either of you if we do not help you both dim your senses.” Diana hugged Dommi in acknowledgement and gratitude and we soon were alone.
I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling like a Neanderthal next to my dainty goddess. I stared at her and even my healer could not seem to help me. The awe and adoration had totally killed my passion. I desperately wanted to slip in, feel myself within her body, my body sensing every tiny nuance of feeling in her, but it almost felt like sacrilege.
“Robbie, can you start by playing ‘puppy’ with me? Maybe it will then be easier for both of us.”
I could not help grinning. Little had I thought when using it with Wendy the first time that it would become so popular. I could sense Cherine in the background, so I nodded my agreement and lay on the bed. As Diana also lay down, I slipped into her mind’s world. She was waiting for me and I realised she had somehow dimmed herself, helping me to keep control of myself. Still, when I rapidly scooted off to one side, cringing in my ‘puppy’ pose, it was not all pretend.
Everything shimmered a moment and I found myself on grass, in the shape of a hairy little puppy with a huge, to me, girl sitting by me, tickling my tummy. As I looked around, I noticed her world is not coloured correctly. I wondered why she would make such a basic mistake, then realised my puppy eyes are probably to blame. I marked this world in my memory as one more thing to learn about and concentrated on playing with her. At my little yelps she giggled and we were soon playing. As she rubbed my tummy I got a little erection and she found it very amusing. She was only wearing shorts and a tee-shirt so I licked her toes. I liked the scent of her and began to lick at her legs. As I reached her thighs, already able to smell the sweet scent of her girlhood, she pulled away and ran across the field. I chased and as she twisted and turned and laughed at my slipping and sliding, I became immersed in the joy of our playing and relaxed.
Once she’d had enough of running and playing she asked me to come see the rest of the world with her. I grew myself into a cute little chimp and took her hand - not what she had expected. Next thing I knew she was kneeling by me, running her hands over me, delighted at my new shape. She took the decision and changed into a female chimp. To my chimp eyes she was the most beautiful chimp girl I had ever seen. I groomed her awhile and then hand in hand we walked among trees and grass covered openings - and their colours were closer to what I thought should be normal. She showed me a stream and on the bank was a raspberry bush, full of ripe berries. Not knowing what to expect I tentatively picked one and tasted it. It was sweet and juicy. I gorged myself.
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We spent the equivalent of hours, playing, strolling, changing shapes. We ‘made love’ as chimps and as foxes. She was the sweetest sharp-nosed red-haired vixen and my animal instincts made me want to wait for her to bear our litter of cubs.
When I returned to my original human shape she also did so. I stared at her and discovered a change in myself, in our relationship. She was still everything she had been, but she was also now my companion. I found I could handle the other feelings which had threatened to overwhelm me before. I could see she felt the same way. I took both her hands in mine, asking whether she wants to make love, and if so, here or back in our bodies. In answer she pressed herself to me and we sank upon the soft sweet-smelling grass.
Our bodies may have been generated by our minds, or her mind, but the sweetness, the agony of our touch was as real and vivid as in our real bodies. There was not the slightest hint of the taste or scent of sweat or urine and I was able to enjoy her body and allow her to enjoy mine without cringing at the thought that maybe I don’t smell good; it was the same for her and we were uninhibited in our loving of our bodies, as we had never quite been before.
I gradually became aware that mixed in with our kisses, our caresses, there was an echo of our feelings being played as music by a soft breeze. It was the first sign since we had come here of the girls’ presence. Wendy was filling the world and my mind with her magic and it was appropriate as it could only be in such a dream world.
Passion there was, but it was of an incredible sweetness, as it should be when loving a child, the tenderness of her young body inspiring love touched by passion rather than the lust of need. The fulfilment from our joint orgasm left no feelings of emptiness in me, just a sweet warmth of love that flushed our bodies as we tenderly held to each other.
The song of the breeze gradually faded away and we sensed it was time for us to return. I asked her to allow me to join her here again and her flush of pleasure lit up my heart. “This is not my world Robbie.” I was curious, but she did not elaborate.
The girls were all waiting in the bedroom, sitting by us, their eyes glowing from their shared memories of our love and of the visions of the awesome mental world we had been in. Wendy was still floating just above the sheets and I pulled her down, kissing her eyelids as I thanked her for the magic which brought that dreamlike quality to our loving - with my emoting, which means far more to my tiny pixie girl than words could.
Cherine said, “I never thought of doing that. It was beautiful Diana.”
I groaned in mock dismay. “See what we have done Diana? Now it will not just be here in my body, they are going to expect me to work twice as hard, fulfilling them here and in their worlds.”
“I did not do it. It was a gift.”
“A very special one too Diana. I had never imagined it is possible to create such a huge replica of our world within our minds.”
“No, I mean it was a wedding present - from Meli.”
Meli!! A baby had created that world! At first I was filled with wonder, but then I realised that she must have been aware of us and shared our lovemaking in our various animal forms. I found I did not really mind, was even amused by the idea, but I hoped she has not also shared with her parents. Cherine and Dommi sensed my thoughts and grinned, knowing that I will be embarrassed if her parents have shared from Meli.
“Can I get pregnant if you make love to me like that in her world Robbie?”
“No Wendy, not here or there. You will just have to wait until you grow up a bit.”
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