A Quiet Evening and Deeper Bonds
The days settled into a rhythm that felt almost sacred: hard work under the sun, shared meals at dusk, and nights where the small house filled with the slow, deliberate sounds of bodies learning each other all over again.
Tonight, the air was warmer than usual, heavy with the promise of summer rain. Crickets thrummed outside, and the low flicker of the oil lamp painted golden light across sweat-damp skin. We had eaten simply—porridge thickened with early greens—and washed in the cool stream earlier, water sluicing over curves and muscle until every inch of us tingled.
Now the blankets were spread wide across the floor, straw mats soft beneath. No one spoke of sleep.
Lian moved first, as she often did.
She knelt beside me, gentle fingers tracing the line of my jaw, then down my throat, over the hard planes of my chest. Her touch was feather-light, reverent, but her eyes were dark with hunger. Her blouse had slipped open during the day's work, one heavy breast nearly spilling free, nipple dark and tight from the cool evening air and the slow burn of anticipation.
Mei sat cross-legged nearby, long legs bare beneath her hitched-up skirt, watching with half-lidded eyes. Her fingers idly traced patterns on her inner thigh, inching higher with every breath, until the tips brushed the slick seam of her pussy. A soft, wet sound accompanied the motion—fingers gliding through soaked folds already swollen and ready.
Shao leaned against the wall, strong arms folded beneath her full breasts, nipples straining visibly against thin linen. Her gaze was fixed on me, sharp and possessive, thighs shifting restlessly as the scent of her arousal thickened the air—musky, fertile, impossible to ignore.
I reached for Lian first.
She came willingly, straddling my lap with a soft sigh. The heat of her cunt pressed against my linen-covered cock, already drenched and radiating through the fabric. I could feel every pulse of her need, the way her lips parted and clung as she rocked subtly, coating my pants in her slick.
I untied her blouse slowly, letting the fabric fall away. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, soft, nipples stiff and begging. I cupped them in both hands, thumbs circling the peaks until she whimpered, back arching to push them harder into my palms. Leaning in, I took one into my mouth—slow, wet suction, tongue swirling as she gasped and ground down harder on my throbbing length.
Mei crawled closer, unable to stay still any longer.
She settled behind Lian, long arms wrapping around her waist. Her fingers joined mine on Lian's breasts, pinching gently while her lips brushed the nape of Lian's neck, then lower, tasting the salt of her skin. Lian moaned softly, head falling back against Mei's shoulder as Mei's hand drifted downward—sliding beneath Lian's skirt, finding the soaked heat between her thighs.
I watched, transfixed, as Mei's elegant fingers parted Lian's folds, two slipping easily inside with a wet, obscene sound. Lian's hips jerked, cunt clenching visibly around the intrusion as Mei began a slow, deliberate rhythm—curling deep, thumb circling her swollen clit.
Shao finally moved.
She knelt in front of me, strong hands tugging my pants down with deliberate slowness. My cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark, veins pulsing, the head slick and shining with pre-cum that dripped steadily onto my stomach. Shao made a low, approving sound in her throat, then leaned forward to drag her tongue from base to tip in one long, languid stripe, gathering the salt of me.
The sensation tore a groan from my chest.
They took their time—agonizingly slow.
Shao's mouth closed over the head, sucking gently, tongue swirling as her hand stroked the shaft in tight, wet pumps. Lian rocked harder in my lap, riding Mei's fingers with increasing urgency, her slick dripping down to coat my cock where Shao worked me. Mei's free hand slipped between her own thighs now, fingers plunging into her dripping cunt in time with the ones buried in Lian.
The room filled with the symphony of it: the wet slide of Shao's mouth on my cock, the rhythmic squelch of fingers fucking soaked pussies, soft gasps and whimpers growing sharper, more desperate.
When Lian came, it was quiet but devastating—body trembling, cunt clamping down on Mei's fingers as she ground hard against my clothed cock, release soaking through the fabric in hot pulses. Mei followed moments later, thighs shaking as her own climax rippled through her, nectar dripping down her fingers.
Shao pulled off my cock with a wet pop, lips swollen and shining.
She pushed me gently onto my back, then straddled my hips—facing away, strong thighs framing my view. Her ass was plush and perfect, cheeks spreading as she reached between them to guide my cock to her entrance. She was drenched—lips puffy and glistening, entrance clenching hungrily as she sank down inch by slow inch.
The heat of her was overwhelming—velvet walls gripping me tight, still slightly swollen from every previous night, fluttering around my length as she took me to the hilt. A low, guttural moan escaped her as her ass settled against my pelvis, clit grinding hard against my balls.
Lian and Mei moved to either side.
Lian leaned down to kiss me—deep, slow, tongue sliding against mine as Shao began to move: long, deliberate lifts and drops that dragged every inch of my cock through her clutching heat. Mei straddled my chest, facing Shao, offering her dripping pussy to Shao's mouth. Shao took it eagerly—tongue plunging deep as Mei gasped and rocked forward.
I thrust up into Shao in slow, grinding rolls—matching her rhythm, feeling her walls ripple and clench with every stroke. Lian's hand slipped between Shao and me, fingers finding where we joined, stroking the slick stretch of Shao's lips around my cock before bringing the wetness to her own mouth with a soft moan.
The pleasure built like a storm—slow, relentless.
Shao came first this time, thighs trembling, cunt spasming in fierce waves as she ground down hard, milking me with every pulse. The sight and feel of her unraveling dragged me over—hips bucking as I spilled deep inside her, thick ropes of cum flooding her channel until it leaked out around my base, creamy white against her flushed skin.
We shifted without words.
Mei took Shao's place, sinking down reverse as well—long, elegant back arching beautifully as she took me inside her still-fluttering cunt. Lian knelt beside us, fingers teasing Mei's clit while Shao recovered enough to lean in and suckle Mei's breasts.
One by one, they rode me slow and deep—bodies trembling through climax after climax, cunts milking load after load from my cock until we were all spent and shaking.
When it was Lian's turn last, we rolled her gently onto her back. I slid into her missionary—slow, face-to-face, eyes locked as I filled her completely. Mei and Shao curled around us, hands roaming, mouths kissing every inch of reachable skin.
Lian came with my name on her lips, legs wrapped tight around my waist, cunt drawing me deeper as I emptied into her one final time—hot, thick pulses that left us both gasping.
Afterward, we lay tangled and sweat-slick in the lamplight, breaths slowing, bodies still pressed close. Hands drifted lazily over soft bellies just beginning to round, over breasts heavy with new life, over cocks softening slowly in the cradle of thighs still slick with shared release.
Outside, the first drops of summer rain began to fall—soft, warm, endless.
Inside, we held each other close, the slow burn of the night fading into quiet, sated warmth.
And in the hush, the system whispered once more—soft, almost unnecessary now:
[Trust Established: All Wives]
[Household Bond Maxed]
[Shared Future Secured]
But none of us needed the words.
We had already built it—breath by breath, thrust by deep thrust, heartbeat by heartbeat
A Season of Fullness
The summer rain had come and gone, leaving the fields lush and the air thick with the scent of growth. Months had passed in a haze of labor and love, and now the changes were undeniable.
Their bodies had softened and rounded in the most exquisite ways—bellies gently swollen with the promise of new life, breasts heavier and fuller, nipples darker and perpetually stiff against thin linen. Every movement carried a new weight, a new sensitivity that made even the brush of fabric against skin draw soft gasps.
Tonight the moon was a thin crescent, barely enough light to trace silver edges along curves as we gathered on the wide sleeping mat. The lamp burned low, its flame dancing over sweat-sheened skin and the faint sheen of oil Lian had rubbed into her belly earlier—something herbal to ease the stretching.
They surrounded me slowly, deliberately.
Lian knelt first, thighs spread wide to accommodate the swell of her stomach. Her breasts hung heavy and full, nipples dark and leaking tiny pearls of milk that caught the lamplight. She took my hand and guided it to the curve of her belly, then lower—between her legs where she was already drenched, pussy lips plump and flushed deep pink, slick coating the insides of her thighs.
"Feel how ready I am," she whispered, voice husky. "All day… just thinking of you inside me."
Mei settled on my left, long legs folding gracefully despite the new fullness of her hips. Her hand drifted to her own breast, squeezing gently until a bead of milk formed and rolled down the slope. She caught it on her finger and brought it to my lips. I sucked it clean—sweet, warm, intoxicating—and she moaned softly, thighs pressing together with a wet sound.
Shao was last, as always the boldest.
She pushed me gently onto my back, strong hands roaming my chest before sliding lower to free my cock. It sprang up thick and aching, veins pulsing, the head already slick with pre-cum that dripped steadily onto my stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the base and stroked once—slow, firm—spreading the wetness until I groaned.
They took their time undressing each other.
Lian's blouse fell away first, breasts spilling free with a soft bounce. Mei leaned in to latch onto one nipple, sucking gently, drawing milk in slow pulls that made Lian whimper and arch. Shao watched with dark eyes, one hand slipping between her own thighs to circle her swollen clit, the other reaching to stroke my cock in lazy pumps.
The air grew thick with the scents of them—sweet milk, sharp arousal, the earthy musk of pregnant bodies aching for release.
Lian moved over me first.
She straddled my hips carefully, thighs trembling as she guided my cock to her entrance. She was impossibly wet—lips parted and glistening, entrance clenching hungrily as she sank down inch by slow inch. The heat of her was overwhelming, walls plush and swollen from pregnancy, fluttering around me in rippling waves that dragged a ragged groan from my throat.
She began to move—slow, deep rolls of her hips that ground her clit against my pelvis with every downward stroke. Her belly pressed warm and firm between us, a living reminder of what we'd made. Milk leaked steadily from her breasts now, dripping onto my chest in warm rivulets as she rode me.
Mei and Shao knelt on either side.
Mei leaned down to kiss me—deep, languid, tasting of Lian's milk—while Shao took Lian's free breast into her mouth, sucking hard enough to draw a sharp cry. Lian's rhythm faltered, cunt clamping down hard around my cock as pleasure coiled tighter.
I thrust up into her gently, carefully, feeling every ripple and flutter of her walls. The wet sounds were obscene—slick slaps of flesh, the rhythmic squelch of her pussy swallowing my cock, milk dripping steadily onto skin.
When Lian came, it was with a broken moan—body trembling, cunt spasming in long, rolling waves that milked me relentlessly. Her release soaked us both, hot nectar mixing with the slick of her arousal as she ground down hard, taking me deeper.
I followed moments later, hips bucking as I spilled inside her—thick, pulsing ropes of cum flooding her pregnant channel until it leaked out around my base, creamy white against her flushed lips.
They didn't let me soften.
Shao took Lian's place carefully, turning to face away. Her ass had rounded beautifully with pregnancy, cheeks full and plush as she spread them slightly to guide me inside. She sank down slowly, moaning low as I filled her—walls gripping tight, still sensitive and swollen, fluttering around every inch.
Mei straddled my chest, offering her leaking breasts to my mouth. I latched on greedily, sucking hard as milk flooded my tongue—sweet, endless. Shao began to ride me in slow, deep bounces, ass rippling with every impact, wet slaps echoing as Lian recovered enough to reach between Shao's thighs and circle her clit.
Shao came with a sharp cry, thighs trembling, cunt clenching so hard it pulled another release from me—hot pulses deep inside her as she ground down, milking every drop.
Mei was last.
We rolled her onto her side, careful of her belly. I slid into her from behind—slow, languid thrusts that let me feel every flutter of her walls, every ripple of pleasure. Lian and Shao curled around us: Lian kissing Mei deeply, Shao's fingers teasing Mei's clit in tight circles while her other hand reached to cup my balls, rolling them gently.
Mei shattered with a soft, shuddering cry—cunt fluttering wildly, release soaking my cock and thighs. I buried myself deep and let go one final time, pumping thick ropes of cum into her willing depths until we were both shaking.
Afterward, we lay tangled in the warm dark—bellies pressed together, breasts leaking milk onto shared skin, cocks softening slowly in the cradle of slick, well-fucked cunts.
Hands drifted lazily: over rounded bellies that kicked gently with new life, over breasts heavy and tender, over thighs still trembling with aftershocks.
Outside, the fields slept under starlight.
Inside, four bodies breathed as one—sated, bound, and waiting for the next slow season of fullness to come.