A Place to Take Root (1)
“Ugh...”
My chest felt tight, so I cracked my eyes open.
I figured Lilith's leg was probably slung over me again or something, but nope—she was crashed out way across the bed in some weird-ass position, sleeping like a rock.
Beats me how the hell she sleeps like that.
Doesn't her neck hurt?
Anyway, it wasn't Lilith this time.
I wondered who else it could be, but Yustitia—the biggest sleepyhead in the house—was one thing, and even early risers like Hoaran and Karura were still out cold. Looked like I'd woken up earlier than usual.
And it was because of this tightness in my chest.
“......”
Wait a sec... where's Karmine?
I suddenly realized I couldn't spot Karmine anywhere, so I glanced around. The bed—which had been so cramped I could barely fit alone—had been expanded to its limit with Hoaran's spells, but Karmine was nowhere on it.
Which meant...
I lifted the suspiciously bulging blanket draped over me.
“Mmmnya... mmmnyanya...”
There you are.
Turns out the reason my chest felt so damn heavy this morning was Karmine.
I vaguely wondered why she was like this, but as the sleep-fog cleared from my brain, I remembered hugging her last as part of our rotation.
A week ago, we'd decided on a schedule, rotating who got hugged each night in different ways. Last night had been Karmine's turn at the end.
We'd used this new trendy card game to decide the order, but Karmine's skills were so pathetically bad it was painful to watch. No helping it.
We were all newbies, so nobody knew the rules going in—that was fair. But Karmine's game was on another level of trash.
Some pharaoh out there must crush at card games, but apparently not this ex-pharaoh Karmine.
Anyway, she came in dead last, so I hugged her last... and then what?
As the memories trickled back, I couldn't recall anything after scooping her up.
I pondered it for a bit, then remembered why.
Of course I couldn't remember—I'd passed out right then and there.
Proof positive: Karmine, dead to the world, snoring softly with her face buried in my chest like it was her pillow.
Her plump, bronze-skinned thighs had her panties haphazardly tangled around them, her skirt hiked up to her waist, the evidence of last night's fuckfest plain as day in her disheveled clothes—and my rock-hard morning wood was still buried balls-deep in her tight, chewy pussy.
Yeah... we'd conked out without even pulling out.
Thanks to that, my already horny morning dick was getting an amazing wakeup from her pussy sucking and slurping at it even in her sleep. Felt fucking incredible, but no way was I starting the day with a fuck right after opening my eyes.
Especially since Karmine still had her no-sex-after-sunrise rule in full effect. Couldn't do it even if I wanted to.
These days we could go at it from late afternoon, but a bright sunny morning? No chance.
She's only like this 'cause she's asleep—if she were awake, her face would be beet red.
Part of me wanted to see that, but I held back. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I lifted her hips just a bit and slid my dick out of that pussy.
Then I laid her down beside me and sat up.
“Nngh...”
I stretched lightly, then—like always—checked my Body Checker, which reset every morning.
248/271
This past week of steady grinding had bumped up the count, so today's math meant hugging each wife just shy of fifty times.
Fifty per person? I was already exhausted thinking about it.
At this rate, we'd spend the whole damn day just fucking.
We needed some kinda countermeasure.
If it was just about hitting the numbers, I could thrust once and blow my load. Easy.
But that'd make me a cum dispenser, not a husband.
Going all out every time took too damn long.
My sleep was already down to under 3-4 hours a night. A solid nap fixed me right up before, but now my recovery was always half-assed. Cutting sleep more would just fuck me up worse.
No doubt about it—once Lilith's growth spurt ended, we'd need a new plan.
I love all my wives, but nobody can live life just fucking 24/7.
...Not that even Lilith knows when her growth phase will end, so who the hell knows when that’ll be.
“Yawn... anyway... time to wash up.”
Once everyone woke, we'd all be lining up for the house's single shower-bathroom combo. Waiting our turn was a hassle.
And so another day began.
I'd woken early, so I showered, did a light jog outside with the Fox Stones bracelets and anklets Yustitia made strapped to my limbs for training, and came back home. Karura—today's breakfast duty—was prepping food.
“Ah, my lord. You're back?”
She was aproned up, tasting what smelled like some Narmer Kingdom national dish. I greeted her.
“Morning, Karura.”
“Yes, good morning.”
I approached the welcoming Karura.
“Looks like you're first today, Karura.”
Our daily morning kiss-greeting had no set order—just whoever I ran into first. Today, it was her.
She fluttered her wings with a shiver.
“Ah, y-yes... so it seems.”
She blushed faintly but lifted her face to me.
I pulled her into a tight hug and planted one on her lips—then realized.
“Shit, sorry—do I stink of sweat?”
“N-no, it's fine. I...”
She buried her face in my chest, inhaled deeply—sniff—then looked up with a beaming smile.
“Your scent is wonderful. It's good.”
Getting me horny first thing in the morning.
During my jog with the Fox Stone weights, my morning wood had finally gone down—but now it was stirring back to life.
Nah, it was already back up.
Poking, prodding.
My renewed erection was jabbing at Karura's belly as she clung to me.
“Ah...”
She blushed harder, hands fumbling to cover her tits as she stammered.
“...I-I'm making breakfast right now, so...”
“I know.”
No way I'd grope her tits while she was cooking or beg her to handle my dick when she had morning prep duties for everyone.
“You focus on breakfast. I'll take care of this myself.”
“Take care of it yourself...? Ah... ♡”
I slipped behind her, grinding my hard dick against her ass as I murmured.
“This way, you can keep cooking, right?”
“Th-this is... nngh... ♡”
I reached around and gripped her tits firmly.
She trembled, wings quivering, stifling moans while glancing around the room in case someone walked in. Adorably paranoid.
So I stopped teasing.
“Kidding. We'll do it together later.”
I pulled away. She stared at me.
“Ah, um...”
“?”
“N-nothing...”
She mumbled, shaking her head. I probed.
“What is it, Karura? Were you kinda hoping I'd do it?”
Her face flushed crimson. Nailed it.
My cute, lovable wife tempting me first thing—trouble.
“...Can't be helped, then.”
I hadn't planned morning sex.
But this wasn't full-on sex, so it was fine.
“Eek... ♡”
I squeezed her tits hard.
I made her cum about ten times while she prepped breakfast, then stopped before I lost control.
“That's enough for now. Okay?”
“O-okay... hngh... ♡ Fine... ♡”
Didn't look okay.
Her legs wobbled from the chain orgasms, barely holding her up. I offered to help, but she insisted she was fine and shooed me out of the kitchen.
Anyway, I glanced at her flushed face as she dove back into prep, then grabbed Ariadd's sap from the fridge.
Slosh...
“Ah.”
Just a tiny bit left in the bottle.
I'd meant to go refill from Ariadd before it ran out ages ago, but hadn't. This sip would finish it off.
“Gotta head over today...”
In a week, I'd promised Lilith we'd meet her succubus branch chiefs.
Today she was at work, so hugging the wives would have to wait till evening—perfect timing.
Until then, my only task was shamanism training with Hoaran.
I chugged the last few gulps, smacking my lips.
My stamina—drained a bit from the morning run—refilled fast. Body Checker confirmed it.
“Can't live without this stuff...”
Hoaran's proper shamanism lessons lately were brutal.
I'd just jogged the neighborhood loop with Fox Stones on for stamina and ki training. Imagining no more Ariadd sap? Dizzying.
Alternatives existed, sure.
Market fatigue potions and elixirs were decent.
But the good ones matching Ariadd's sap? Insanely expensive.
After blowing my savings on stamina boosters for Lilith fucks and the rings each wife now wore on her ring finger, plus no dispenser work, I was broke as hell.
Lilith, Hoaran, or Yustitia would buy it if I asked, but...
I hated begging.
No other income sources either.
I was still a dispenser—could go work.
But fucking other women? Felt wrong.
Wives might hate it, even if they knew my job from the start and their personalities suggested they'd be cool.
Weighing it all, dispenser work was off the table right now.
If other-women sex was the issue, I could just extract semen at a collection center for less pay—but I lacked the energy.
Days training to boost my Heart or whatever during daylight, nights getting drained by wives—last night I nearly passed out sleeping. Add dispenser gigs? I'd drop dead.
“Hmm...”
No matter how I sliced it, without bugging the wives, refilling Ariadd's sap was the only answer.
“My lord, breakfast is nearly ready. Best wake everyone.”
“Ah, yeah.”
I nodded at Karura.
This... I'd eat first, then talk it over with everyone.