Chapter 31

I t was in fact, false labor pains, those Braxton thingies, and possibly gas as well, to top it all off, to Mal's total embarrassment.

Rosa and I hung around with her until she started to yawn like crazy, Boog and Khri hovering by her side. Noyel tagged along with Rosa once the kids were settled with Zhuii and Tokre back at their place.

Boog and Khri were adorable with Mal.

It has been a ridiculously long day and I was one hundred percent feeling it.

As we stepped out and Noyel closed the door, Rosa turned to me at the last moment to say something when a dark figure emerged from the shadows beside Noyel.

I nearly jumped out of my skin, mouth opening to warn him, but Noyel already saw it coming.

"Too old to scare." Noyel's voice was just shy of a singsong.

"No try scare Noyel," Gopher rumbled from the shadows.

"What the hell is that for?!" I burst out, pointing to the fat axe in Gopher's hands.

Glancing from Rosa to Noyel, ignoring the rumbling of Rek from the hut he was leaning against a fair distance across the way, Gopher held the fat hilted weapon out to me.

My gaze darted from him to the short but clunky axe in his hands. "Uhm… whert?" I mumbled, ignoring the snicker Noyel let loose as he watched the evening's entertainment unfold and Rosa smothered a shocked chuckle.

"Bum-bum says, for you." He held it out a little higher.

My lips puckered, no matter how hard I tried not to frown like a mother fricker. "He wants me to have… an axe?" I was having trouble wrapping my head around that.

Gopher nodded, glancing from me to the axe uncertainly.

"Joanie doesn't know how to use an axe as a weapon," Rosa gently pointed out.

Noyel was too far gone in his snort-laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing was to be of any use. Rosa swatted at him gently, but she too was fighting a fit of the sillies.

It was beyond silly, so no judgment from me there.

"Why?" I knew why. While this axe was less ginormous than the one Bum-bum had pulled off his wall, this mini monstrosity was still too big for me to wield properly.

"Bum-bum want Jo have," he said simply. Holding out it out to me with his palms open, it was getting to that take it or let it fall point of pushing it on me.

Not liking feeling pushed into anything, my arms folded over my chest stubbornly and I took a step back. Turning towards Rosa, I smiled and spoke as if Gopher wasn't being Bum-bum's errand boy. "You two should get going. My chaperone is here," I joked, waving a hand off in the direction of poorly muffled grumblings just up ahead.

"You're sure?" Rosa hesitated.

"I'm fine." I waved them off. "Go stop off in a bush and make more babies or whatever you two do for date night funsies in Fur Village," I teased.

Rosa blushed redder than a beet. Noyel just laughed, though he tried not to in favor of saving himself from a gut swat and a dirty look from his wife.

"Bye-ee! Love ya! Get outta my hair!" I called after them as they left. "Don't forget what I said about those bebehs!" I caterwauled after Rosa and her male, just because I could. "Auntie Joanie needs all the babies to love on, m'kay!"

The second they were out of earshot, I turned on Gopher. "How dare you disappear and then reappear, not one fucking word from you, then show up at my friend's house with a fucking axe from Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde! Tell Bum-bum I said to suck my butt, how about that? Huh? And you can go and suck my butt, too!"

Instead of getting annoyed or upset, Gopher's expression turned calculating. I'd say he looked pleased, if I wasn't mistaken.

Yep. A grin stole over his face as he met my confused and startled gaze.

"Get your head checked! Smiling at me like that… Bringing me a fucking axe like it's a bouquet and I should be all stupid over it… Boy, you're broken," I mutteringly shouted after him as I whirled around and stomped off.

"Jo wants babies?" Gopher called after me. "Go' wants babies!"

Rek's gaze darted from Gopher and his axe to me as he rushed up on me. "What him say, brings sharp things my Joanie, then say wants babies," he grumbled.

"I think he's a little, you know." Making a twirling motion near the side of my head, I made a cuckoo noise.

"Wants make babies my Jojoknee… Stupid Goober…" Rek grumbled. Wrapping an arm around me, curling me close enough I was tripping over my own feet and his at the same time, he gave up on trying to lead me away and scooped me up into his arms. "Rek makes the babies with Joanie-mine," he grumbled. "Jojomine Rek's."

"Are you going to carry them and birth them, too?" I chimed in sweetly, if only to get his focus off of Gopher, who was still standing there, axe held out, staring after us I noted as I glanced over my shoulder.

"No," he grudgingly grumbled. He looked like if he could he might consider birthing these hypothetical children himself if it meant thwarting Gopher.

"Gopher can share!" he tauntingly called after us. "Rek say same? Rek loves Jo ‘nough, him share, it make Jo happy?! Rek want Jo be happy?!"

Rek snarled, as if to let that be answer enough.

"He's just trying to get a rise out of you," I pointed out quietly.

"Wants Jojomine. Big mouth… stupid head… Pftt," he grumbled.

Staring off up ahead, I fiddled with the strap of my purse, that urge to offer him the item held within dimming, the longer he went on.

By the time we'd reached home, I was ready to pinch his lips shut. The problem was, with all the antagonization between all parties, I understand the all-around frustration.

"No one's perfect," I mumbled as he unlocked his door and set me down to close the door behind us. Right before closing the door, he paused, swung it open with a scowl, and scanned outside glaringly. One loud, long sniff and a rumble started in his chest.

"Watches," I thought I heard him grumble. "Rek sees you!" he called out louder. Slamming the door shut, he looked like he was ready to rant on some more.

Excusing myself from the situation, I set my boots by the door, slipped out of my jacket to hang it up, hung my purse on the spare hook Rek had made for it on the wall, and shuffled my way down the hall.

"Where go?!" Rek called. "No eats yet!"

"I'm in love with your tub! I'm going to count all the ways!" I called back.

"Rek come, too?" He was following me down the hall, the sound of him eating something sounding off behind me, before I'd had a chance to think about it.

"I'm surprised you even thought to ask," I mumbled as I went to start the process of heating the water but he shooed me away, grumbling about him doing it while I got my things ready.

Grabbing the jar of bath salts he'd mined himself on one of his hunting trips, my favorite shampoo and conditioner, recipe care of Dorothy, who I'd admit I was kind of chilly to earlier and felt guilty about now. I knew how it went around these parts. Could I fault her for not sticking her nose where it didn't belong? The shit with me and Kooky, that wasn't her circus, or her monkeys, no matter how she was adjacently related to it all. It pinched, though. She was supposed to be my friend, and I couldn't shake the feeling that she'd deceived me, just like Celuk had.

Shaking off my tumultuous thoughts, I took a deep breath and sat on the long bench situated along the wall of the bathing room to tug my socks off.

Coming over to me, Rek knelt before me and took over helping me out of my clothes without a word.

Urging me to lift my arms up, he started to tug my shirt up over my head, to stop about halfway through, leaving me trapped in the garment.

"Hey! What gives?! What's the big idea? I-"

"Jojomine wants her other males." Rek growled the words, cutting in. It wasn't a question.

Capturing my wrists to hold them in one hand, he held them high over my head. "Want make babies with dummy Goober and stupid fat head Odious," he grumbled. "Want even crazy Celuk and meanie head Bum-bum with the fibs."

"You want to discuss that now ?!" I spluttered from the material covering my face.

"My Jojomine wants her broken males," he muttered, pausing to press his forehead to mine. "My Jojoknee need her males, be happy, yes?"

When I didn't immediately answer, his grip tightened on my hands and he nuzzled his way lower, brushing his face along my half inside out turned shirt.

"What in the world do you think you're doing?" I spluttered, right before his hot breath cascaded over my breast. Sucking in a sharp gasp, my body trembled as he brushed his fangs along the underside of my right breast, following it up with teasing nips that his tongue soothed.

Squirming in his hold, my toes curled as I jerked my arms, eager to be free and torture him back but he simply pulled back and waited until I was done before restarting his torment all over again.

"Not fair," I gritted out.

A chuffing huff left the male owning my ass and loving every minute of his mastery over me. "No fair… My Jojo pick dummies for mates, she say no fair. Rek have to share my beautiful female, my Jojomine with ugly stupid heads." His muttering continued, but so did his torture-teasing.

It was on the tip of my tongue to point out if he wasn't a total moron out the gate, he wouldn't be sharing me with anybody but his supersized ego. I literally bit my tongue the moment he took the tip of the hardened bud he was working his way around, into the hot, wet, cavern of his mouth.

A sharp cry left me and my hips bucked as he proceeded to suckle the aching nub.

Pulling back right as I started to wrestle my legs free from where they were wedged between his to wrap them around his waist, he easily slipped free.

"Whoa- Hey- Where are you going?!" I spluttered as he slipped something around my wrists, tied it tight, pulled, and I found my arms lifting, until I was forced into a standing position. Those stupid hooks he had plants hanging on in here! I KNEW those weren't just for indoor herb growing!

"Rek!" I barked, as nothing but the trickle of water slowly filling the tub pricked my ears. "Rektal! You slick motherfucker, where the hell are you?" My foot slid across the floor and I tapped it around the cool, fat tiles, trying to find him. Jerking my arms forward, all that seemed to do was wrench my shoulders in their sockets.

The shuffle of his feet as I strained to listen gave him away. "This isn't funny! I can hear you!"

"My Jojomine needs her males to be happy," he repeated, like maybe if he said it enough it might sink in? I had no flippin' clue!

"Your Jojomine, needs to not be tied up and then left high and dry with one suckled titty!" I barked, which amused him to the point he chuckled, giving away his position.

My head jerked in his direction but of course I'd be wearing one of my thicker winter shirts. A growl of a sound left me. "Think this is so fucking funny, huh? When I get out of here… I'm going to kick your ass!" I threatened. And as much as I threatened, ranted, fought, I knew beneath it all my scent was giving me away. My kinky ass loved being crazy with him. You know, as long as it all ended well, and by well I mean bone deep noodle-y-limbed and mutually satisfied.

A thick mitt fell to my hip and he dragged his claws gently over my lower belly.

Biting back a moan, I sucked in my stomach, wriggling to inch away from him.

By this point, even I could smell my own arousal, I was just that far down that kinky rabbit hole. I loved this shit.

"What my Jojo want?" he purred as he moved in closer, until I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss right between my cleavage.

"I- I want you to fuck me senseless," I bit out.

"What my Jojo want?" he continued in that enticing purr.

"I just said-" I started to reiterate, to be cut off with a soft growl cutting in on that cream-for-me purr.

"What my Jojo want?"

"I want to kick you in the balls for teasing me to death," I deadpanned, frowning as my head jerked in the direction of his purr.

He was pacing, the noises he was making bringing to mind a caged wild animal.

"What my Jojo want?" he continued, like a broken fucking record.

"You know what Jojo wants? Jojo wants all the males in her life to quit fiddlefarting around and get over themselves, get along or just fuck off already, and for the idiot pacing in front of me to come closer, give me a big ol' sniff, realize I haven't had my no-baby tea today, and, I dunno, hurry up and try and put a baby in me already before I murder him from dragging this all out! Now get your scraggly ass over here and pound me into the wall before I get myself outta this rig and hunt down a willing asshole that will!"

The growl that Rek let loose rattled the windows in his hut sweet hut. "MINE!"

He was on me before I could think twice.

Lifting me up, he was urging my legs to wrap around his furry waist, that something thick and sizeable nudging at my entrance, to grab me to him, claws starting to dig into my hips, and slam me down on his already jerking cock.

He snarled as I cried out, filling me so full it pinched.

"Mine," he muttered as he began thrusting up into me wildly. I was helpless, left at his mercy. I had no choice but to take it as he went wild, directing my hips, slamming me harder down on him as he thrust up into me.

It felt so fucking good the noises leaving me had left moans and soft gasps. I was flat out shrieking my little horny heart out.

Pressing me back into the wall, he took me harder, making sure to rub my clit and ram home just right, until I was screaming his name and he was roaring through his release.

My throat was raw, voice hoarse, as I mumbled just how fucking good that felt, and how much I fucking loved his crazy ass, slumping where I was pinned between him and the wall.

"Mine," he muttered, before carefully sheathing his claws to remove them from my stinging flesh, and then reached up to untie me.

"Keep," he ordered, referring to the shirt over my head.

"I'm that ugly, huh?" I joked, panting out the words.

"Beautiful. Mine." He growled out the words, taking me to the floor to disconnect our joined bodies long enough to position me so I was on my knees, ass up in the air, upper body resting on the cool tiles, and join us once more. "Keep," he commanded, then proceeded to take me all over again, doggy style.

Still super sensitive from the first go round, it didn't take him long to work me back up. His half feral fucking on the bathroom floor was sexy as shit and just aided the endeavor.

"So wet," he growled out above those obnoxious noises our bodies slapping together, wild and all out, fucking like beasts, created.

When I came yet again, I came so hard it hurt, trembling from head to toe with the ecstasy of it.

Rek's growl was loud but I caught it then, that deeper overlap, muffled but there. The unmistakable sound of a very familiar flap-flapping sound continued as Rek shoved deep one last time to hold that position as heat flooded my channel.

"Who- Who's there?" I gasped out, clenching around Rek anew at the thought.

I could add voyeurism to my naughty list, but only at the thought of the voyeur being one of my males.

Rek growled something in Lo denaii that had our guest drawing closer. The unmistakable sound of them jerking off was loud in the quiet of the bathing chamber.

"Who watched my Jojo?" Rek purred.

I had to stop and think about that one because Rek was as far from the sharing type as it got. Who the fuck would he invite to watch?

"Not a stranger if you want to keep breathing," I muttered, frowning from inside the shirt covering me.

"My Jojo no know?" he continued in that teasing purr as he held me in place, his dick still buried deep in my honey hole.

"If I knew, would I have to guess?" I snarked.

The growl they let out gave them away instantly but I was enjoying this game. Licking my lips, I murmured lightly, "Can I taste them?"

Rek growled and his grip on my hips tightened.

It took him a minute to answer as he fidgeted above me. "Small. Little," he relented.

"A little taste?" My lips curved up of their own volition. "Just the tip?"

Twin growls rent the air.

"No look," Rek instructed. Peeking down into my shirt, he made sure I was behaving before taking my shirt off completely and then folding it to use it like a blindfold.

"This is kinda hot," I admitted.

Rek's cock jerked as my inner walls clenched around him, as if to agree.

My anonymous watcher moved closer and Rek urged me to sit up so our guest could kneel in front of me.

"Taste," Rek instructed, fisting a hand in my hair as if to keep me from just going for it and deep throating Mr. Anonymous.

Deciding it might be wise to behave, for now, I dutifully laved my tongue over the tip of the head of the cock bumping my lips. A moan left our third and I smiled around that thick tip.

As if to make a point to remind me just who was giving me pleasure, Rek released my hair to grab my hips and start screwing me senseless. "Mine. Rek's. Rek makes babies with Jojomine," he muttered as he went to town, punctuating each word between thrusts. "Rek makes babies first with Joanie."

Going for broke, I deep throated that sizable monster in my mouth, moaning around his girth.

"M-m-my Jo!" Gopher garbled out gutturally above me, trembling as he struggled to hold perfectly still.

Short whimpers left me, muffled with my lips around Gopher's cock as Rek changed the angle of his hips, shifting until he was repeatedly hitting just the right spot deep inside of me.

I came right as Gopher did. The sharp cry I let out sent me choking as Gopher came like a geyser, bursting down my throat too fast for me to catch it all.

Rek growled something at Gopher and he instantly backed off. Choking and spluttering as I came like there was no tomorrow, warmth bathed my breasts as Gopher finished his happy ending all over my chest.

Sliding a hand up my chest, right between my breasts, boldly smoothing his hands through Gopher's release, Rek drew me up and pulled me tightly to his chest. Running his free hand up and down my lower belly, brushing my clit to rub my belly, he rumbled, "Mine," like he fucking meant it.

Gopher growled something at him in Lo denaii that Rek answered.

Rek's hold on my throat eased, enough for Gopher to lean in and kiss me once, twice, firmly on the lips.

When I would have reached out for him, he took my hands in his and kissed the knuckles of one, then the other, before bringing them to my chest so Rek could clasp them possessively in one hand.

The sound of Gohper's retreating footsteps and the sound of the door closing softly behind him had me swallowing thickly. "What- What just happened?" My voice quivered but I forced the words past trembling lips.

"Rek and Jojomine try to make the babies. Gopher watch. My Jojo tastes… Gopher liked." His purr grew amorous once more. The thickness I was impaled upon twitched and then jerked, still thick, hard, and still, after all of that, ready and raring to go.

Someone liked that as much as Gopher and I had. I was shocked at how composed Gopher had managed to stay. He normally struggled. What was so different this time?

"We're never going to get to that bath at this rate," I teased, wiggling in Rek's arms.

Loosening the ties of the blindfold around half of my face, he let it fall to cup one of my breasts, his other hand sliding down my belly to tease my clit.

Walking us over to the tub, he stepped right in and sat down, chuckling as I squeaked at the sudden shift from chilly as fuck to warm, almost jacuzzi hot, water. Liquid sloshed over the sides, my bath salts forgotten over by the sideboard as he settled us right in.

"What now, oh great bossy one?" I sassed, glancing over my shoulder just in time to watch Rek's head dip and his lips press lightly to one of several bite scars on my shoulder.

"Again." Leaning back, lazily playing with my nipple, he urged me to ride him, just like this, reverse cowgirl style, top of my tits deep in water. One of the fingers covering my clit began to tap it as I moved.

"I'm not going to be able to walk in the morning," I pointed out but continued to ride him.

"Make babies. Then walk," he countered, snickering when I paused to flip him the bird, and yet I laughed at his antics all the same.

"Baby," I corrected as he sat up straighter, careful not to break my rhythm, and began peppering kisses down my shoulder.

"Rek only make babies with Jojomine this time. Rek first. No more males. Less babies chance."

Meaning, if I tried to make a baby with just him, the chances of me having a single pregnancy were greater, though twins weren't uncommon, I well knew.

Closing my eyes as an earth shattering orgasm rocketed through me, head thrown back, tilted towards the ceiling, I reached behind me and gripped the head fur closest to me and told him those three little words I couldn't get enough of telling him. "I love you, you big idiot."

"Rek loves him's naughty Jojo, too," he growled into my flesh as he came hard, shaking with the force of it.

Slumping back against him, groaning with every twitch and twinge my already aching body made me aware of, I closed my eyes and sank into him. "Let's just stay like this forever." I dared a peek at him to find him grinning like a fool. "We can be mermaids, if we don't shrivel up like prunes first."

Wrapping his arms around me, his purr was so long and loud it threatened to rattle my brains.

Taking his hands in mine, I placed them over my stomach and joined him in smiling like a fool.

Crudely put but apropos, we were so going to put a baby in me.