Get started by loosening up Lessia

You awaken with your head still on fire. 'Definitely overdid it' you think as you blink open your eyes. Above and around you are eight pairs of eyes, all watching you closely. Each of your wives is dressed in her wedding dress and they've been waiting patiently for you to rise.

"Feeling better, love?" asks Doe.

"Yes, yesterday was just... rather overwhelming," you reply. In your mind you trace some of the throbbing to Patrick and that wagon. You probably made the illusion a little too good and now you're paying for it. Your sense of time tells you it's past noon - in fact it's nearly dinner time.

"Here!"

You aren't even sure which of your wives said that, but about five plates are shoved in front of you, along with drinks both hot and cold. Lessia is the only one who brought some vegetables and fruits.

After the quick repast you feel a bit more human. All the girls are clustered together, looking back and forth. Finally Yvonne speaks. "So we talked this morning and all of us decided that Bethany and Lessia get first dibs, seeing as how you've slept with the rest of us. But you're gonna consummate the heck out of our marriages too."

There are mumbles and purrs of agreement and you have to laugh. "A man isn't going to marry eight women because he doesn't want to sleep with them."

That does put them at ease, but both Lessia and Bethany are looking at their toes. Your virgin wives obviously want to become yours, but both are so shy.

"You should k-k-consmmate with princess Lessia first," mumbles Bethany. "She's been so good to me, she's helped us so much... I couldn't go before her."

But Lessia isn't having it. She takes Bethany's hand in hers and says "Bethany has been the first true friend I've had in years. She's like a sister to me, so please take her first. You saved her life, surely she deserves your... your... um - affections before myself."

"I've never heard of two girls so **** to stay virginal after the wedding," says Yvonne. "Come on, just look him in the eye and say you want him inside you."

There's a gasp from the princess and Bethany seems to shrink in on herself.

You look back and forth between the blushing brides and say "Okay, tell you what. I'll make love to Lessia first - but only if at least three of my other wives make it their mission to drive Bethany wild while I take Lessia in front of her."

With a pounce and a giggle Doe and Helena hug Bethany and start kissing her neck.

Meanwhile you gently take Lessia's hand and pull her close. Unlike all your other wives it's easy to watch her blush. She gives you a cramped smile, totally unsure of what to do next. She's tense as a spring and there's no way either of you are going to enjoy anything unless she relaxes. With that in mind you pull her to you and put your arm around her waist, turning her so that both of you can watch Bethany.

"N-no fair," says the shy catgirl as you catch a momentary glimpse at her eyes.

"What's not fair?" asks Sandra as she begins massaging Bethany's ears. "Lessia gets the pleasure of going first, right?"

"Um..."

"And we need to take care of you. We're all your wives after last night so you know you can count on us to do our part."

"Uhmmm..."

You have to smile. Bethany's tone is shifting as Sandra's skilled fingers get to work on her tight muscles.

"That's right. Puuuurfect." says the red furred seductress. "Now, Alice... would you mind doing the honors? I'm afraid my belly is holding me back."

"I don't know if I'm the best choice" says Alice as she slips her head under Bethany's knee length skirt. As Bethany tries to snap her legs closed Alice laughs and asks "I thought you'd be happy to see what a catgirl's tongue can do for you."

You feel Lessia rest her head against your shoulder. "Beth, you're doing great" Lessia says in a calming tone. Her words quickly have an effect on Bethany and the catgirl's eyes close. She relaxes enough for Alice to move her head close to the prize.

"Is it good?" asks the princess.

You knew these two developed one heck of a bond. You motion to Doe and she and Helena bring Bethany closer.

When she's sitting close by Bethany's eyes crack open and she smiles. "I think so" she replies.

Now you've got an idea of what to do. "Lessia, would you mind telling me about some of Bethany's favorite spots?"

"Ah... mmmm..." Lessia cuddles closer, her shoulders getting looser. "She does enjoy it when someone kisses the back of her neck."

You lift the princess' hair and gently kiss the back of her neck. She shudders and you whisper "Like that?"

"Yes, just like that." Needing no encouragement Sandra copies what you just did to Lessia, drawing some satisfied purring from the black cat under her care.

"Now what else?" you ask, putting your hands on Lessia's waist.

"Mmmm, I think she would enjoy being held, just like that."

"Like this?" you ask, moving your hands and pressing yourself against Lessia's back while you gently stoke and tease her flanks.

"Mmmm."

Sandra swaps places with Doe as her huge belly would make such a move rather difficult.

Without prompting Lessia mumbles "She's very shy, she would never say, but she does delight when one... caresses her bosom."

Very gently you slide your hands up, cupping and teasing the lovely Lessia's breasts. She's as soft as fine silk, but with an inner firmness. Much like Lessia's personality.

Bethany gets a simliar treatment from Helena, while Doe continues to stroke her flanks. She's now panting and looking at Lessia with **** lust.

"And that sexy tail" says Lessia, "Just hold it against your body, run your hand along its whole length and she's yours."

Though her head is still hidden by the knee length skirt you can see Alice doing as instructed. Bethany's face cracks into a big, dopey smile and she spreads her legs wide. Alice takes the invitation and the room is filled with the twin sounds of Alice's licking and Bethany's mad panting and moaning.

You kiss Lessia - a kiss that's returned in full ****. "I'm afraid I don't have a tail for you to attend to" she says, giving you a smile. A still somewhat shy smile, now that she's once again talking about herself, but her eyes are glimmering.

"I believe I have an idea" you tell her. You push her legs apart, just enough to get between her knees, then you take her hands and surprise the princess by spinning yourself and her around so you're on the bed beneath her.

She lets out a little squeak before looking around, wide eyed. "What, what?" she asks, looking down at you like the whole world flipped upside down rather than the two of you.

"I image you're more accustomed to this position" you say with a grin and a glance over at Bethany.

"Not all the time" she stammers. Then Lessia looks around, mortified at what she just said. But you can tell there's more to it. Her deadly shyness, that practiced response to keep her lusts and desires in check and hidden. All of that is bumping up against her love and her newfound freedom to love.

"They're your wives too" you remind her. "It's their job to make sure you're happy. Just as it's mine."

Sandra knows when a change is in order. She leaves Bethany to her three compatriots and struts over to you. "He's right" she tells Lessia. She starts undoing Lessia' laces and buttons, skillfully denuding the princess' upper body, all while Lessia sits atop you in stunned silence. "Let Sandra guide you" she whispers. "I've learned an awful lot hanging around with this lot."

Lessia lets out a long moan as Sandra rubs her shoulders. She smiles as Sandra kisses her neck. Then the red furred beauty says in a stage whisper "The right man can make it all so wonderful. Let me show you how amazing our John can be." Not waiting for a response she gets her hands under Lessia's skirt. Soon your cock is in her hands and Lessia is positioned above it.

Another pair of hands get involved. It seems Renee has decided that the best place for her is right behind Lessia, her hands cupping the princess' now exposed breasts. "Was it Bethany that liked this?" she asks, innocently.

Lessia sinks down and your shaft slides along her slit, in the process it's coated thoroughly in her fluids.

You rest a hand on her thigh. "Please, darling, show all your wives what you like."

Lessia shudders and moves her hips. She gets in a good position and Sandra lines you up. Lessia locks eyes with you, finally unafraid. She slides back, probing, testing, gingerly taking that first bit of your cock. It's too much, she backs off, but after a few more moments of gentle fondling from Renee she tries again. At first you think she's being overcautious, but it soon becomes apparent that Lessia's precious passage is far tighter than any you've dealt with before.

It goes on and on, slowly gaining one inch and then another. The attentions of your other wives mean that Bethany and Lessia both cry out in ecstasy several times during the process. When Lessia finally manages to relax her muscles enough to take more than the first three inches she starts to ride you. Gently at first, getting used to rocking to and fro. The recently virgin princess is sliding your cock all the way in and out rather than grinding - her complete inexperience actually means she's making this rather nice for you.

When Lessia is getting into it, throwing her head back and panting as she strives for another orgasm, Bethany puts her hands on Lessia's cheeks, cupping the princess' face and pulling her in for a deep kiss. It's not that Bethany has left her 'helpers' behind - all of them either followed her or more likely helped her over here. Doe looks particularly pleased, still playing with Bethany's breasts from behind.

Lessia lets out an earth shattering moan and her hips quiver and then fail, dropping her pussy onto your shaft. After all the foreplay, all the work to loosen her, she still winces slightly as you hit bottom. Then the pain turns to pleasure and the royal folds contract around your manhood, waves of pleasure egging you on and seemingly trying with their considerable might to suck your cock off and deposit it inside Lessia's womb. You lie back, content, as your body gives her a deposit of a different kind.

You picture the little army of swimmers, some probably shooting right through her cervix. If Lessia's body is peaking right now then you would bet on her getting with child.

"Now that's how to get pregnant" says Sandra, babies never far from her mind.

"I... mmmm, well..." Lessia stammers. She can probably feel Yvonne's baby bump pressing against her side, she can certainly see Sandra stroking her own monument to motherhood. For a second the princess sways like she's about to faint - but she recovers, instead diving for you. Still buried to the hilt you enjoy the princess' tongue as it explores your mouth with abandon.

"You didn't even play with my tail" she says, smiling.

"Can you forgive me?"

"Yes, oh a thousand times yes!" She looks back to Bethany and says "You're going to love it!" before wrapping you in her arms for a hug that soon turns into a nap as all that spent energy and released tension finally catches up to her.