Night with the God's Wives (1)
Ha... finally feels like I'm alive. After stuffing myself like crazy, I've put on a little weight. Spent a shit-ton of time running back and forth to the bathroom too. Eating felt like the food got sucked straight into my body the instant it hit my mouth, with only the waste rocketing down to my lower gut super fast? Kept that up all damn day, so I must've scarfed down like a hundred eggs or something—total binge fest. It wasn't until around six in the evening that my body finally signaled, 'Hm, now I've got just the right nutrients.' Fuck, after a full day of middle-school binge levels cranked up to eleven, I'm wiped. Time to rest. Ugh, exhausted from eating, belly nicely full.
Brushed my teeth with sink water on the way back from the bathroom and headed to my room, but the women were still bathing together. Now all four crammed in there? When Yeonsu and Hyeyoon first showed up, they'd soaked for like four or five hours. No wonder it dragged on—half washing, half gossiping, probably. Whatever, let the girls do their thing. I need a break. They spot me. All four at once. They wave, so I wave back. Point to my room.
"Hoo."
Sprawled flat on the bed, sleep tugs at me. Man, this place got huge. Like slapping walls around a sports field to make a house. Ah... feels good. Suddenly, whispers. Yeonsu and Hyeyoon's voices. Ugh, eyes heavy, can't pry 'em open. Deep sleep or what?
"Think he's awake."
"Nah, still out."
"Hoo..."
I sit up groggy from the bed. Eyes sting. But more than that—right in front of me, my wives. God's wives. A grin spreads across my face.
"What's up?"
"Uh, we had a question..."
"Yeah, that is—"
"Hop on the bed first. Both of you."
Door was open. They glance at each other, shut it, approach the bed. I lean back against the headboard pillows and chug the glass of water the Ushabti left on the bedside table. Ha... cool and refreshing. Yeonsu and Hyeyoon settle on either side. I yank their waists close, stroke their lower bellies, slip hands into their panties. The different bushy textures under my fingers—pure delight. They part their legs just enough to make it easy. My fingertips hit plump labia and slick wetness already, mood soaring. Hyeyoon yanks the blanket up to cover herself. Yeonsu follows suit. Both prop one leg up, leaning into me.
"G-God."
"Yeah?"
"Jeong-eun unnie and Iseo, ngh."
Yeonsu flinches, buries her face in my shoulder. Hyeyoon shivers. Feeling it this quick? ...These markings on my body are working overtime. But Jeong-eun unnie and Iseo, huh. Better hear it out. I pause my fingers. Just cupping their crotches feels damn good already.
"Mm. So?"
Yeonsu looks flustered, shoots Hyeyoon a what the hell was that? glance. Hyeyoon shakes her head. They both meet my eyes, go "Ah, um."
"Th—"
"The reason we brought those two..."
"They came to be my followers. Walked right in."
"G-God. Those two... mom and daughter."
"Mm. Yeah. Th..."
...My dick's rock-hard. Throbbing, raging full mast. I yank my hands from their panties. Rip the blanket off. They flinch, snap their legs shut.
"Which of you knows their deal best? Both? Or was one closer?"
"Ah..."
They eye each other. Hyeyoon speaks up.
"I... got sick a lot, missed runs. Yeonsu covered for me on collections..."
"Yeah. But I was on different teams from that auntie."
"Ah."
So Hyeyoon, stuck in the building more, knows better. Fine then. I strip Yeonsu's panties off. My cock's at its limit. Can't get harder. I'm losing it. Heart pounding, one look at that thick bushy crotch and my head spins. Words in one ear, out the other. Grab her hips, yank her into position, grip my dick, aim, thrust.
"...Hnght!"
Bewildered. Sudden as fuck. Yeonsu, mid-what the?, curls up like a shrimp and squeezes her eyes shut. Sorry—too abrupt, stung a bit? But so goddamn slick, slid right in. Gets soaked at my touch, you slut. Fuck, horniest bitch—your fault.
"Haa."
Warm, snug, soft, slippery—driving me insane. I kiss her deep, hips rolling rhythmic. Lips clamped tight at first. A few more thrusts, moans break free. Eyes glazing over. Mouth pops open on a whimper. I shove my tongue in, suck hard. Her teeth graze it. Then her tongue dances out to meet mine. Sloppy smacks, ragged breaths, moans leaking out. Ah, yeah. That's it. Lips part with a wet smack, I sit up. She flicks her tongue out, licks my lips. Grip her hips, keep pounding, turn to Hyeyoon.
"Those women, what about 'em? Spill. Hoo, fuck, feels good. Yeonsu, you horny mutt. S-sorry, thoughts leaking. Anyway, Hyeyoon. What kinda women? Hoo, hoo."
Yeonsu whips her head away to hide her face, hands clamped over it. Crystal clear. I feel it through my body. This slut's cumming her brains out. Cum harder. Lose it. Fly off to fucking space. Hyeyoon watching our vibe—kinda awkward. Bit shocked too. Hugged 'em both plenty. But Yeonsu moaning like this? First for me and her. Feels amazing. Love how her pussy slurps my dick. Squeezes in spasms now and then. Veins popping on her neck? How bad is it? Horny bitch, not enough. Gonna wreck you proper.
"Th-that talk... later...?"
"No. Now."
"Ah..."
Hyeyoon flails her hands, rests 'em on her knee.
"Th..."
"Hng, ahn, ahng, hngh, eung!"
"Th..."
First time hearing Yeonsu moan. Fuck, loving it.
"Ignore it and talk."
"Yes. Th..."
Hyeyoon pushes through the moans. Cough auntie's Jeong-eun. Daughter Iseo. Jeong-eun knocked up by her college boyfriend right after starting high school—life went to hell. Family barely accepted once Iseo was born; boyfriend bolted to the army. Back when service was over two years, so her folks raised the kid while she dropped out, got her GED, scraped by trying her best. Boyfriend ghosted post-discharge. Fled overseas or whatever. Jeong-eun hustled odd jobs to raise the girl, but parents got old, couldn't help forever, and no guys approached with a kid in tow. Only man she'd ever been with was that first boyfriend. Devout churchgoer, but single mom was a dealbreaker for dating or marriage. After her own fuckup young, she lost trust in men entirely—no interest in trying. Raised Iseo with her aging parents till college. Hustled enough to open a little cafe. Then zombies hit.
And Yeonsu couldn't take it anymore. Cumming from penetration ain't easy, but mid-convo she thrashed like a hooked fish two or three times, muffled shrieks. Hand over mouth saved us—otherwise the whole neighborhood would've heard her scream I'm cumming! No choice. She was flailing so bad my dick nearly slipped out. I pin her down with my weight, thrust harder.
"Got it, heuk, their story. Hoo, fuck this slut. You goddamn bitch."
Grab a fistful of her hair, growl in her ear. No clue why I'm cursing. Aggression boiling over.
"Cumming. Get pregnant. Fuck...!"
Blast inside. She screams, uncontrollable. Pure bliss sound.
"Hoo..."
Sit up. She's twitching like electrocuted. Arms jerking wild—unconscious spasms. I grab her hips, yank to milk my dick dry. Pull out.
"Ah... felt good."
Turn to Hyeyoon. She flinches. Grab her hand. Roll Yeonsu's knee aside. Pull Hyeyoon into my arms. Hand to her ass—soft yield—then crotch, stroking. This one's not the quick-wet type, but she's soaked. Feels nice.
"So, Iseo?"
"Yes? Ah... Iseo. Thrilled for college... then zombies... admission canceled. Ended up homeless, started coughing... 'life over,' she said... eung... khm. Yeah."
"Rough..."
I lay her next to Yeonsu. Strip her panties.
"Must've been hell. So Iseo's your age?"
"Yes... but, God."
"Yeah?"
"Yeonsu... never seen her like that... why..."
"Aah."
Mid-talk, I'm already wedged between her thighs. Grip my slick cock, aim.
"Th-the meds from Sechem? Did we... take something? Dangerous...?"
"No."
Just the tip at her dip. Not overwhelming yet. But that soft entrance grip—crystal clear.
"Sechem gave 'em for your health. Nothing weird."
"Th-then Yeonsu... off today... that time...?"
Yeonsu's still gone. Dripping slick, eyes vacant, trembling shocked. No talking to her.
"Probably this."
I peel off my sweaty long-sleeve tee. Bull and lion tattoos sharp on both shoulders. Hyeyoon's eyes go wide.
"...Th-that..."
"My body's a god now too. Think of it that way."
"Body...?"
Wait... huh? My body. Fuck? Abs! Not shredded, still kinda flat, but visible. Abs. Shoulders and chest starting to show too.
...Ooh! Fucking thrill. I grin.
"Don't worry. Can still knock you up."
Thrust in. Choked gasp. Face twists. Hug her tight, pound fierce. Hyeyoon—waves crashing uncontrollable. Clings hard, neck veins bulging. That sucking pull.
"Ah... feels good, you fuck-bitches. My wives. You goddamn horny sluts."