Backyard Dungeon 6 Chapter 1

Bolra looked so sexy in the cool autumn air as the moonlight shone down on her wavy, auburn hair. My blood was on fire as our faces briefly parted, and the heat of our first kiss lingered on my lips.

“Oh, Eddie,” Bolra breathed. She wore a long, flowy dress the color of sapphires, and the high waistline and halter neckline showcased her heaving breasts as she fought to catch her breath.

We were standing by the grill in the massive backyard that encompassed the trailer and Ibseth’s house, and I gently reached up to push the heavy mass of her hair away from the shaman’s face.

“I want you, Bolra,” I whispered back to the pretty Orc. “I have since the first time I saw you.”

“I’ve wanted you since I was a girl,” the mystic confessed in her airy voice. “I dreamed of a stranger, tall and slim, who found me in the darkness and pulled me toward the light. Then you appeared in Tors Bane, and I knew my life had changed forever.”

“You dreamed that?” I asked in surprise.

“More than once,” Bolra replied with a shy smile as a blush flushed her cheeks. “So I ignored the attentions of men and the prompting of my brother to find a husband, because I wanted to wait for you, the one I was fated to be with.”

I was overcome with Bolra’s words and leaned toward her again.

My lips brushed against the shaman’s full, pouty mouth, and I felt Bolra shudder in my arms. Then I kissed her again, and our tongues met and moved against each other as we gave in to our desires. I moved my hands along the pretty Orc’s waist and felt the curves of her hourglass figure, and when we came up for air, I noticed my three wives near the backdoor of the big house.

Bolra noticed where my eyes were and looked over her shoulder to see Ibseth, Amrila, and Nileme as they watched us with smiles on their faces. Each of my wives were amazing in their own way, and they were all hot as hell, especially when they were watching me kiss other women.

Then Bolra giggled.

“I think we have been found out,” she said in a quiet voice.

“They don’t seem to mind,” I chuckled. “Come on.”

I took Bolra’s hand and led to the back porch of Ibseth’s house.

“I will put fresh sheets on the big bed in the trailer,” my first wife said as she grinned at the willowy mystic and me. “Amrila can stay with me tonight so that you two can… have some time together.”

“Thanks, baby.” I smiled.

“Yes, thank you.” Bolra blushed.

“I’m just happy that our family continues to grow,” Ibseth said with a warm smile, and the curvy Elf hugged Bolra before she left to change the sheets.

“I’m going to grab us a few beers,” I said as I reached out and squeezed Bolra’s hand. “I’ll meet you over at the trailer.”

“I’d like that,” the shaman replied, and her face was a mix of excitement and nervousness.

I winked at her, went into the big house, and got four beers out of the fridge.

It was clear Bolra was a virgin, so I wanted to take this slow. There was no way to know how much about the birds and the bees Bolra would know from growing up in The Gloom. I had no idea what Orcs taught their kids about the facts of life, but either way, first times should always be special.

I turned around and saw Nileme as she came into the house with some empty bottles she’d picked up from the yard. The Dolrath woman smiled at me, threw the glass bottles in the recycling bin, and then touched my arm as I passed her.

“Congratulations, my warrior,” the princess said with a smile. “I think Bolra will be a fine wife.”

“I think so, too. Also, have I mentioned I love you?” I grinned and then kissed her.

Nileme had a quiet kind of passion about her that smoldered, rather than burned, and she kissed me back deeply but slowly before she pulled back.

“I love you, too.” Nileme winked slyly at me.

My head was swimming with how lucky I was as I walked outside and passed Amrila on the back porch, so I was helpless as the fiery Zencarri woman grabbed me and pulled me to her for a long, passionate kiss that almost made me drop my beers.

“Give her the thrill of her life, partner,” Amrila purred as she ran her fingers through my hair. “Make her scream your name.”

“Yes, ma’am!” I snorted.

Amrila ruffled my hair and walked away with a mysterious smile on her face.

I walked over to the new back porch of the trailer, and Ibseth stepped out of the back door with an armful of rumpled sheets.

“All is ready, my king,” the white-haired woman said as she looked up at me sweetly with her violet eyes. “She is a lucky woman, and so am I.”

“Thank you, Ibseth,” I replied as I leaned down to kiss her, too. “I’m the lucky one. You’re amazing. All of you.”

“Have a good night, beloved,” Ibseth sighed wistfully. “I know my first night with you was the most magical night of my life.”

“Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me,” I rumbled. “It’s what made everything else that’s happened since possible.”

“And I have loved every second of it.” Ibseth smiled at me, and her flawless, blue skin glowed in the moonlight.

I couldn’t help but pull my first wife in for one more kiss, but then I went into the trailer and found Bolra on the couch. I could tell the mystic was still a little nervous, so I opened two beers and handed her one.

“Has Ibseth ever shown you this?” I asked as I moved over to the ancient record player and started to flip through the LPs on the stand next to it. “It’s pretty old, but there’s some really good music here.”

Most of my grandpa’s old records were country music, and there wasn’t anything newer than 1978.

As Bolra came over to look, we sat on the floor in front of the record player, and I found a few albums that surprised me. Mixed in with the Grand Ole Opry artists, there were a few folk albums, some Joan Baez, and some The Mamas and the Papas.

Seemed like Grandpa had some records for the occasions he had a lady friend over.

“Ah, this is perfect.” I grinned as I read the song list on the back of The Mamas and the Papas record.

“What is it?” Bolra asked with a confused expression as she sipped her beer.

“Only one of the greatest love songs ever written,” I replied before I put the record on the turntable and hovered the needle over the right track.

I flipped the switch that slowly lowered the needle, and “Dream a Little Dream” began to play.

Bolra stared with wonder at the record player, and we sat in comfortable silence for a moment as Mama Cass sang about love and longing in her rich voice. I gently pulled the pretty Orc toward me, and she leaned her head on my shoulder as I breathed in the warm fragrance of her hair.

“Oh, Eddie,” Bolra sighed. “It’s like this woman wrote this song for us.”

“I’m not sure if Cass Elliot wrote it,” I chuckled. “But right now, she’s singing it for us.”

The mystic slowly looked up at me, and her green eyes were full of a thousand emotions all at once.

I leaned down and kissed her again, slowly at first, but as our passions began to grow, it became more urgent. I ran my fingers through the wealth of the shaman’s auburn hair and pulled her against me. Bolra whimpered softly as she touched my face, and her tongue sought mine out.

I could feel as my jeans grew tighter, and I wanted nothing more than to pick Bolra and carry her to the bedroom.

“I don’t want you to feel any pressure,” I rumbled as I came up for air. “We can take things as slow as you want to.”

“I have waited twenty-five years for you.” Bolra smiled as she shook her head. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Twenty-five years?” I repeated in surprise. “Is that how old you are?”

“I know that I’m almost past marriageable age--” Bolra started to say as she lowered her eyes.

“No,” I snorted. “It’s not that. Up here, that’s still really young. But I thought everyone in The Gloom lived for hundreds of years. I’m actually surprised how young you are.”

“Night Elves and Dwarves do,” Bolra giggled. “But Orcs typically live seventy years or so. Xuag is thirty. An old man to not be married in our culture.”

The two of us laughed, and the tension broke.

Then we started to kiss again, and the seer pushed her body against me. Bolra’s wet lips moved with mine, and my jeans felt like a prison as the blood rushed to my core. I needed to get closer, so I pulled the willowy woman onto my lap as I started to kiss her neck.

“Eddie,” Bolra sighed as she leaned her face against my head and ran her fingers through my hair. “Make me yours. Ahhh, take me, and fill me with your seed!”

I moved my hands up the shaman’s back and slowly pulled the ties of her halter as her hips slowly moved against mine. The layer of cloth between us was a thin barrier, and it grew moist with Bolra’s arousal.

Then the ties came loose, and the top of her dress fluttered down to reveal her green toned breasts and her dark nipples.

“Fuck,” I growled. “You’re so beautiful.”

I kissed down Bolra’s neck as I moved my hand up to cup one of her perfect tits, and then I placed a soft kiss on the sweet peak of her breast.

“Oh!” The shaman woman shuddered as her back arched, and I ran my tongue across the erect nub of her nipple. I teased and sucked her breasts with my lips and tongue, and the movement of her hips became more urgent as her nails dug into my shoulders. Then I slipped the mystic’s dress over her head and let it fall to the floor.

“God, just look at you,” I muttered, and I kissed every inch of Bolra’s exposed neck, shoulders, and breasts as her hips continued to rock back and forth.

“Enough looking, take me to bed,” Bolra purred as she stood and reached out for my hands.

The little white panties she wore had delicate, sage green hearts embroidered on them, and my erection throbbed at the sight of them.

I wanted the shaman so badly.

I stood and took Bolra’s hand, and she turned and led me down the hall to the master bedroom with her hand trembling slightly. Between her graceful shoulder blades was a blueish tattoo that had a strange, circular design, and I made a mental note to ask about it later.

Then we stepped into the bedroom, and I pulled off my shirt as I watched Bolra climb onto the bed and stare at me with eager, green eyes.

“I’ve waited so long for you,” Bolra breathed as she pushed the mass of her wavy hair out of her face. “I want to see all of you, my love.”

“I am happy to oblige.” I grinned as I unbuckled my pants and stepped closer to the edge of the bed.

The mystic’s heavy breasts rose and fell as her breath grew quicker, and she watched me undress with intense scrutiny. Then my impressive erection fell from my boxers as I pulled them and my pants down, and her mouth fell open in sync.

“Oh,” the shaman’s breath caught as her wide eyes fell to my hard cock, and she reached out a curious hand to gently stroke me. “It’s… incredible. I’ve never seen a naked man before.”

As Bolra’s hand pumped up and down my shaft, waves of pleasure washed over me, and a groan rattled deep in my chest.

“Fuck, come here,” I growled before I took hold of the willowy woman’s shoulders and pulled her to me. Then I kissed her deeply as Bolra kneeled on the bed in front of me and let my tongue explore hers. The shaman whimpered again as we lost ourselves in that electric kiss, and I slowly moved my hand down her back to her round, supple ass.

Every inch of Bolra was insane, and I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and take her right then. But I knew the pretty Orc was a virgin, so we should savor every moment of our first time together. My hand slid down the curve of Bolra’s ass, across the side of her smooth thigh, then up between her supple legs, and I stroked her gently.

The fabric of her panties was already moist, and my erection stood straight up as I thought about what was underneath them. As I continued to kiss Bolra’s wet lips and the soft crook of her neck, I laid the mystic down on the bed and then slipped her panties down.

“Oh,” Bolra sighed as I slowly ran my fingers up her thigh to tease her. “I want to know what you feel like, Eddie. Please, take me now.”

“One thing at a time,” I rumbled. “There’s a lot more to sex than the act itself.”

Then I slid a finger between the lips of her smooth pussy to find that magic button of flesh. Bolra was so wet already, and her clit was slick as I moved my fingers in slow circles at first.

“Uhhh!” Bolra mewled, and the Orcish woman’s back arched as her hands gripped my arm. “Uhhhh! Oh godddds! Wh-what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you,” I growled as I lifted myself up on my other arm and lowered my face to her heaving breasts.

As I sucked and licked her nipple and began to rub Bolra’s clit more vigorously, the shaman began to squirm.

“Ah!” Bolra moaned as she ran the fingers of one hand through my hair. “Yeeesss! Uhhh, that feels soooo goood! Something-- something’s happeninnng!”

Then Bolra suddenly came with a warm squirt of juices, and I was stunned for a moment.

I had never made a woman cum that fast.

“Holy shit,” I muttered as I licked some of her sweet nectar off my fingers.

“Did I do something wrong?” the mystic panted, and a flash of worry crossed her flushed face.

“No,” I snorted. “You just came.”

“Came?” Bolra repeated with a slightly confused look.

“It when you--” I paused because my rock hard cock made it hard to think. “It’s a good thing. It’s supposed to happen.”

“Can you make it happen again?” the willowy woman asked with a shy smile.

“Fuck yes,” I snarled, and then I slid down the bed and buried my face between her long legs.

“Uhhh!” Bolra keened as I greedily licked her pussy and teased my tongue around the small opening of her wet channel. “Sorcerer! P-Please me with your strannnge magic!”

I pushed my tongue inside her tight, tangy pussy as I teased her clit with the tip of my nose, and the shaman began to buck her hips so hard that I had to firmly hold her in place with both hands.

“Ahhhh!” Bolra gasped as she gripped the bedspread behind her head. “Oh, Eddie! Uhhhhh, uhhh, uhhhh!”

I moved my mouth up to her clit and began to suck as I flicked the little, pink nub with my tongue.

Then the Orcish woman clamped her thighs around my head as I pushed two fingers inside her and moved them in and out of her channel.

“Oh, gods!” Bolra groaned and bucked beneath me. “Ohhh! It’s going tooo happen againnn!”

When Bolra came this time, she didn’t squirt, but I could feel her inner muscles clamp and spasm as it happened.

Then I stood at the edge of the bed, grabbed hold of the mystic’s supple hips, and pulled her ass to the edge of the mattress.

“Are you ready for me?” I rumbled as I looked into her hooded eyes.

“Yes, Eddie,” Bolra gasped fervently as she wrapped her long legs around my narrow hips. “Fill me with your manhood, my love!”

My erection throbbed almost painfully with desire for the pretty Orc, and I slowly pushed myself inside her dripping pussy.

“Uhhh!” Bolra cried out with something between pleasure and pain, so I went slow until my hips finally met her pelvis.

“There we go, that’s all of it,” I murmured as I leaned down and kissed the mystic’s damp brow. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

“N-No.” Bolra shuddered as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. “Just… full. W-What now?”

“Now, the fun really starts.” I smirked, but I took my time and started with a steady rhythm as I let her feel every inch of me sliding in and out of her.

“Ahhhh,” the shaman sighed as the initial shock wore off, and she began to move her hips in time with mine.

“Uhhhh,” I snarled when her walls fluttered around me, and I started to push further inside of Bolra. “Fuuuck. You feel sooo goood. You’re sooo fucking tighhht!”

“Oooh!” the green-skinned woman mewled. “Yesss! Claim me as your wife! It feels so wonderful!”

I began to piston my hips as Bolra bounced up and down from the force of my thrusts, and her perfect breasts were bouncing in time with each impact.

“Uhhh, uhhh,” I grunted. “You’re so fucking sexy. Uhh, come for me again!”

“Yesss!” Bolra keened. “Uhh, uhhhhh! Yes, my loooove!”

I could feel the pressure begin to build in my core, but I held off for a moment longer as I felt the inside of Bolra’s channel tighten and flex with an imminent orgasm.

Then I started to thrust until I was hilt deep inside the Orcish woman.

“Ahhh!” Bolra called out with surprise. “You’re sooo deep insiiiide me! Oh, Eddie. I-I’m going to-- Uhhhh!”

As Bolra’s pussy clenched around me, my hips stuttered, and I felt the coil in my gut snap.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m going to…”

“Fill me up,” she groaned. “I need to feel your seed pour deep inside of me.”

Her words were a kick over the cliff. I injected my seed inside her as I let out a long moan, and her tunnel squeezed around me frantically. I shuddered as my vision danced with color, and my knees almost buckled as I felt another orgasm follow my first.

I had to hold onto her smooth thighs to stay on my feet as the last of the endorphins ran their course through me, and I tingled from head to toe.

Then I pulled myself out, and a stream of cum leaked out onto the mystic’s thighs. I smiled at the sight before I climbed onto the bed next to the beautiful seer, and Bolra and I laid in each other’s arms as our breath slowed. Our naked limbs tangled together as we enjoyed the afterglow, and I ran my fingers along the shaman’s velvety arm.

“I never knew it could be like this,” Bolra whispered. “I had heard from my friends who have married about how it could be with their husbands. But all their descriptions pale in comparison to you.”

“I’ll take it that means you enjoyed tonight.” I grinned as I shifted my head to look into the seer’s bright, green eyes.

“Yes, my love.” Bolra shyly smiled. “But ‘enjoyed’ doesn’t even meet the feeling I have now. It’s like the first time I tasted honey and realized how sweet the world can be. Tors Bane is such a hard place to live. Simple joys were often all that we had. But here, now, with you, I feel like I have found paradise.”

“So, you’ll stay then?” I asked as I gently squeezed the willowy woman against me. “Here with me?”

“As your wife?” Bolra asked, and her voice was both uncertain and hopeful.

“Yes.” I nodded. “If that’s something you want.”

“Oh, Eddie,” the pretty Orc breathed. “More than anything, my love.”

I grinned and kissed her once more, and then we talked quietly for a little while longer. Not about anything in particular, just the way new lovers talk about everything and nothing as they get to know one another.

Then we fell asleep and woke up when the sun came through the sheer curtains. I knew the sunshine wouldn’t last, because Ohio is a cloudy kind of place most of the year, and it would likely rain again by the afternoon. But it was like some kind of sign of all the good things to come.

Maybe Bolra was already rubbing off on me.

My arm was under the mystic’s head, so carefully rolled over to peek at my phone and check the time. But that small movement was enough to wake Bolra, and the green-skinned woman sighed and stretched as the thin sheet pulled away to reveal her amazing, full breasts.

“Good morning, husband,” Bolra giggled as she tried out the word for the first time.

“Good morning, wife.” I grinned as I enjoyed the sound of the words.

Even though I had three wives, somehow the excitement felt new each time. I’d never imagined what it would be like to be in love with four different women all at once, but what I felt for each of them was different, and it never felt commonplace or mundane.

Then a new thought hit me.

“Oh, shit,” I said out loud as I sat up a little. “Is your brother going to kill me?”

“What?” Bolra snorted as she pulled herself into a sitting position. “Why would Xuag want to kill you?”

“I don’t know?” I chuckled and shrugged. “I don’t know that much about Orc culture. Is there some kind of ceremony that’s supposed to take place before we spend the night together? Should I have asked him for your hand? I would marry you with or without his approval. But I also want to respect your culture, and him as my friend.”

“There are traditions.” Bolra nodded. “But we haven’t broken any of them. Though, if a woman’s father or brother doesn’t approve of the man, the two must fight for the man to win the right to marry her.”

“Luckily, Xuag pretty much already told me he approved of me,” I laughed as I got out of bed and grabbed my boxers. “I wouldn’t want to fight him. Come on. I’m sure Ibseth has gone all out for breakfast. She’s pretty excited that you’re part of the family now.”

“I am, too.” A bashful but radiant smile stretched across Bolra’s face, and the two of us got dressed in our clothes from the night before and headed over to the new house.

Ibseth was indeed in the middle of cooking up a huge breakfast because I could smell coffee, fried ham, and cinnamon rolls from the backyard. When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my first wife was in a silky nightgown with one of her cozy, knitted cardigans over her slim shoulders, and her white hair was pulled up in a messy bun. Nileme was also up and dressed in her cute, tomboyish flannel and tight jeans.

Amrila was awake, too, but didn’t seem happy about it. The Zencarri woman was in a rumpled band shirt and little, black runners shorts that she’d clearly slept in. She was also slumped over her coffee cup and looked like she could happily go back to sleep.

“Good morning,” Ibseth chirped as we walked through the backdoor. “I just made a fresh pot of coffee, and breakfast is almost ready.”

Dread followed Ibseth as she bustled around the kitchen, but Growler was half asleep on a big dog bed in the corner by the table. The garm perked up when I came in and came over for good morning pets, and after I walked around to kiss each of my wives, I sat down at the table with a cup of black coffee while Growler rested his big head on my knee.

“What are the plans for today, husband?” Nileme asked as Ibseth started to bring food over to the table.

“We should go back to Tors Bane,” I said as I thought about it. “Xuag is expecting us.”

“You have a great deal to tell him.” Amirla smirked as she sipped from her mug.

“Yeahhhhh, maybe we’ll go out and pick up some gifts before we go back to The Gloom,” I continued, and a small knot formed in my stomach as I thought about Xuag.

The Orc captain had told me he thought I was a good match for his only sister, but I was still every bit as nervous to tell him as I had been when I told Ekneme that the Dolrath princess and I were together.

“Going out sounds nice,” Ibseth said in a cheery voice as she sat down at the table finally.

“You know, baby,” I replied as I looked at the white-haired woman. “Ursenger is gone now. If you wanted, you could come with us to The Gloom.”

“Not just yet, my king,” Ibseth said after a pause, and a furrow appeared in the middle of her brow as she placed a hand on her belly. “I know it’s safe, and that nothing would hurt me or our child if I’m with you. But I’m not quite ready to go back there yet.”

“That’s fine.” I nodded. “Whenever you feel ready. But I’m a little concerned about whoever is in the black sedan, too. I just want to know you’re safe.”

“I’ll stay here with you, Ibseth,” Amrila offered. “I’ll keep her safe.”

“I’ll leave Dread with you guys, too,” I added. “But I think I’ll take Growler with me this time.”

“That’s good,” the curvy Elf agreed. “He gets so depressed when you leave.”

“Nileme, do you know what you want to do with Whitmire’s place once she moves?” I asked as I filled my plate with scrambled eggs, fried ham, and a fluffy cinnamon roll.

“Take down that horrible wallpaper to start,” the Dolrath woman snorted. “And maybe do something about that pink carpet.”

“It’s an older place,” I commented around a mouthful of pastry. “There could be some nice hardwood floors under there if we’re lucky.”

The five of us continued to eat and made plans for our newest homes when the old lady moved out, and what we wanted to get while we were out.

Then we all took showers and got ready to drive up to Elyria for an afternoon out. Once I was dressed, I let the garms out, and checked their food and water, but before long, we were all in the Rubicon on our way into the city.

“Hey, baby,” I said to Ibseth, who sat in the front passenger seat next to me. “Can you look up a nice home goods store on your phone? I’m thinking about getting a nice teapot for Scourge.”

Ibseth had started to learn how to read, but she still relied on autocorrect a lot to help her with spelling.

“Ohhh,” the violet-eyed woman cooed a few minutes later, and she tilted the phone so I could see the display. “This place looks nice. It has things from all around the world. Im-- imports?”

“Hell yeah,” I chuckled. “They’ll definitely have some fancy shit there he’ll like.”

I drove to the World Market in Elyria, which was in a big strip mall filled with all kinds of different stores.

World Market had all different kinds of stuff, and my wives and I spent a while just looking around. Nileme and Amrila headed to their furniture section to look around since the Dolrath woman would have a whole house to furnish soon and wanted to get some ideas. Meanwhile, Ibseth, Bolra, and I walked over to the kitchen supplies, and I looked around at the tea pots they had while the women wandered to check out all the other strange and interesting things around us.

Ibseth had been on the surface the longest, but she didn’t know much about the human world outside of American culture and what she’d seen on TV. While my first and fourth wife looked over a display of Japanese cooking utensils, I picked out a cobalt colored teapot with cherry trees painted on the side and gold leaf embellishments. That seemed like something the Zencarri thief would like.

Then I found a little bowl filled with mesh balls used to steep loose leaf tea and looked through them for one I thought Scourge would like. While I was browsing, my cell phone rang, so I looked at the display and saw that it was Jay.

“What’s up, man?” I asked as I answered the phone.

“Dude!” Jay gasped. “I did it!”

“Did what?” I asked, and I frowned a little in confusion.

“Beloved!” Ibseth suddenly appeared next to me. “Look! It’s so wonderful!”

I looked down at white-haired woman’s phone and saw an Instagram picture of Jay and his girlfriend, Enid, out by a waterfall. Enid had her hand held out to the camera, and there was a huge engagement ring on her finger.

“I’m engaged!” I heard my best friend say through the phone.

“That’s awesome!” I grinned and felt excited for my life-long friend. “Ibseth just saw Enid’s post. That’s a hell of a rock, man.”

“I asked her to wait to post about it until I could tell you,” I heard Jay snort. “I guess she was just too excited to wait.”

“I’m really happy for you,” I replied. “Enid is great. We should celebrate.”

“I would love that,” Jay answered. “Her parents are planning an engagement party, but they’re really old fashioned. I’d only be able to invite you and-- well, you and a plus one. But Enid still wants to invite Amrila and Nileme separately. Oh man, I can’t wait to see her mom’s face when she gets a load of them. She’ll probably pass out.”

“We can always have the two of you over and celebrate, just the seven of us,” I chuckled. “No reason to cause family drama for you guys.”

“I don’t care,” Jay laughed. “Her mom can eat a bag of-- wait. seven of us? Don’t you mean six?”

“Uhhh…” I paused. “No. Definitely seven.”

“Oh, man.” Jay was dying with laughter on the other end of the line. “I know you don’t mean the baby already. Don’t tell me you’ve got another wife now. I haven’t even gotten married once yet.”

“It kinda just happened,” I chuckled a little self-consciously as I toyed with the teapot in my hand. “But you guys are going to love her. Bolra’s kinda a hippy chick. Loves nature-- and cosplay.”

“Wait,” Jay replied with shock in his voice. “Seriously? I was kidding. Well, congratulations to you, too. But I’m starting to think you’re just being greedy now.”

I could hear in my friend’s voice that he was teasing me. For being one of Ohio’s youngest up and coming lawyers, Jay Cohen was one of the least judgemental people in the world.

“I just keep meeting these amazing women.” I smirked.

“Maybe I should start coming to comic con with you,” Jay joked, and then I heard the sound of a smack on the other side of the line. “Ouch! I’m kidding, baby. Enid says congratulations, too.”

“Tell her I said, ‘dido,’” I snorted. “But I gotta get off here. I’m getting ready to go see Bolra’s family.”

“Oh, man,” Jay replied. “How do they feel about your arrangement?”

“It’s just her older brother,” I answered. “But I’m pretty sure he’ll be cool with it.”

“Pretty sure?” my best friend echoed with a dark laugh. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes. My in-laws are bitching because they think Enid and I dating for a few months isn’t enough time to get engaged.”

I heard another smack and the muffled sound of Enid as she scolded Jay.

“Ouch!” my lawyer friend exclaimed again. “Well, they are bitching. I’ll talk to you later, man. I think I’m in trouble now. I’ll have to find a way to make it up to her.”

I heard Enid giggle and was pretty sure I knew how Jay planned to get out of the dog house.

“I’ll text you when I get back,” I snickered. “Talk to you later.”

I hung up and looked around at Ibseth as she texted on her phone and giggled.

My first wife and Enid had become pretty good friends, so I assumed that’s who she was texting with.

“I am so happy for them.” Ibseth smiled at me as she put her phone in her purse. “They will have beautiful babies! And our children can grow up together.”

“I wouldn’t expect Enid to have kids right away,” I chuckled. “People here don’t usually jump into having kids right away.”

“That’s strange,” the blue-skinned woman said as she scrunched her eyebrows together. “Children are the greatest gift in the world. Why wait?”

“Everyone has their reasons.” I shrugged. “Usually it’s money or their careers.”

“Well…” Ibseth smiled up at me with a smile on her face as she lightly touched her stomach. “We will just have to have lots of babies, so that when Enid does get pregnant, her baby will already have lots of friends.”

A big, silly grin spread across my face as I thought about a house and yard full of little white-haired kids.

“Lots and lots of friends,” Bolra said with a mysterious smile as she came up on my other side and slipped her arm around mine.

“We’ll just have to work on that then,” I replied as my goofy grin got wider.

We went to find Nileme and Amrila, but I stopped by the entrance to grab a shopping basket to put the teapot and the little tea leaf strainer in. Bolra had also picked up a couple of little teacups with saucers she said were perfect for reading tea leaves, and those went in the basket, too.

I found my other wives over by the food section as they looked at all the colorful packages of unfamiliar forgien foodstuffs.

“Oh, man.” I stopped in front of some candy. “I haven’t seen mochi since I moved back from Cleveland.”

“What’s mochi?” Amrila asked as she looked at the packages of soft, round candy.

“It’s like eating a perfect little cloud of sugar,” I replied as I grabbed one of each kind. “They’re amazing.”

We had to get another basket as my wives picked out some snacks they thought looked interesting.

Then we walked around a little more. There was just so much to see there that we couldn’t find in Westherst, so we got some rose scented bath bombs for Chief Ekneme, and a couple of bottles of Arginitnian wine for Bhathok and his wives.

“What should I get for Xuag?” I asked Bolra as we were about to check out.

“In this instance,” the seer replied, “a sword or weapon would be most appropriate. It symbolizes that you promise to protect me and take on the battles of my clan.”

“I probably should have guessed that,” I chuckled. “They don’t sell swords here. But I know where I can get a good one.”

I paid for everything, and then we went out and grabbed lunch at one of the fast food places in the stripmall before my wives and I looked around some of the other stores in the plaza. By the time we got back to the Jeep, we had a few more bags of clothes and some things for Growler and Dread from the big pet store.

I stopped by a big liquor store and picked up some beer from a local microbrewery for the Dwarves, and then the five of us headed home as we munched on some of the mochi I’d gotten. They were incredible. Little pillowy soft balls of rice dough with flavored filling in the middle.

But, after a light dinner, it was time to get all our supplies together and head back to The Gloom.

And a little knot formed in my stomach as I thought about how I would tell the huge, over-protective Orc captain that I’d married his only sister.