Female complications, day 10

Five.

Cold morning, and snow and frost hangs on the trees and in the exhaled air. It's cold standing here in the harbour waving goodbye to Kari as the ship sail away, but I'm glad I truly miss her even though I walk back to the mansion with Iselin and Ciara on my arms. I'm glad I actually miss Kari when she leaves. Ciara makes Jane slip in between us, and yeah, she too need to be included.

Jane talks us into having a 'dress like Midgård day' which wasn't hard as the others understand it means wearing my clothes and hers. I believe Jane mostly 'miss home' and wanted to spend a day more like she used to than in the now usual dress, and even though a couple of months ago I said it was okay to dress as she wanted in the mansion and on the islands, she has hardly done it. She didn't want to stand out.

So as we come home, I switch to my gray pants and black t-shirt with the snowboarder on the back and 'Don't follow me, I'm crazy and lost' text, which Jane still loves and it makes her grin when she sees it. They change clothes a bit and try different combinations, but Iselin pulls wife rank to choose my black t-shirt with Boba Fett in green-brown profile and surprises me with her own green shorts she sewed up, accessorized with the black stiletto heels with red-tinted leather bottoms that match her hair. I absolutely agree with Jane's comment that my sexy goddess wife is 'hot as hell', and Jane says she's already resigned herself to competing for second place among my sambos, which is a brutal battle. But I will gladly admit that Jane looks damn good as she walks around in slim jeans, heels, a shirt with rolled up arms and the top buttons undone, bra slightly visible with a tasteful amount of cleavage. Proud, sexy and she knows it, but that applies to several of them.

Ciara wears my nicer black t-shirt with the embroidered print on the left chest, and black merlino wool underpants that are too big but 'work', and according to Jane look like tights or yoga pants when they're rolled up, and Ciara wears socks. Surprisingly sexy in a casual way, but I can see every curve, and Ciara is wearing a bra but no panties. Janes is a little frustrated as that shouldn't look so damn sexy, but on Ciara, it does.

Caecilia had to choose between my quick-dry t-shirts, and borrowed the blue-striped one and my thin black shorts. Of course also with high heels. Since Caecilia got the high heels, she has been walking around inside in them almost all the time, although I'm not sure if she likes it or not. The fact that I asked her not to wear high heels if she's uncomfortable, doesn't like it, or hurts in the slightest, doesn't change the fact that she heard me say it can look sexy, and being sexy for me, seems to trump everything else. That Iselin loves her shoes and clearly likes to see Caecilia in high heels does not diminish Caecilia's motivation. Caecilia likes the airy shorts, but I notice a slight jealousy when Jane shows how a shirt can be worn, because it's sexier than the t-shirt.

I'm just sitting here on the mezzanine sofa and glance at them as they discuss weaving patterns up on the balcony, and it strikes me that I actually have five sambos with Caecilia. Five! Jesus. All very beautiful and young women, who seem to get along, at least from what I've noticed. Five! Is there a limit to what is called a harem? Is it the number or is it the situation? At least Jane and Caecilia are doing some work, even if it's for me, and Kari is her own Storman taking care of that business too, and Iselin is my only wife, so they don't count in the harem? Bad excuses? It bothers me that I probably have a harem because it gives me associations I don't like. It says something about a words power due to association. As I lean back, 'five' keep repeating in my head and I close my eyes.

Huh.

Apart from Caecilia, who turns 18 in two months, my wife Iselin is the youngest of them, still 20 years old. Iselin only knows that she was born sometime at the end of winter in February when the Northman's Ting is, while Caecilia is at the end of March just before the spring equinox and she will turn 18 during Kari's wedding feast. March-April as a birthday is common if it is a planned child, because then it makes the mother available for lighter work at the harvest in August-September while pregnant, and able to help with work in the summer after the birth, so

the woman can work most of the agricultural seasons, but it depends on how much help the couple has and what profession they are in. Jane with her 25 years is the oldest and she also has a birthday this spring on 20th of April. Funny coincidence that their birthdays are roughly a month apart. Ciara's birthday is a couple of weeks later on May 3rd, but they have a different date count in Alba and she's not sure what day it really is here, so it could be off by days or a week either way, but she has now decided on 3 May. Kari's birthday is July 10 and she turned 22 just a few days before we met her.

If I remember the dates correctly, I met Iselin on the fifth day after I arrived in Alfheimr, and I made her a free woman and we got it together from day 10. Around day 30, she became my fiancée and Ciara became my concubine with a contract, and a couple of days later Kari also became my concubine. Then it went fairly smoothly for a month and a half until Jane showed up, unexpected and unwanted, but now I wouldn't want to be without Jane in my life. Without knowing it, Caecilia had already sworn herself to me, and she became my 'something' about 50 days after Kari, and a bit reluctantly I accepted her 10 days later. Which I don't regret now either, especially not when I see her walking around dressed like that and know that she would immediately be up for sex if I suggest it. Jane is now my official mistress and concubine something like 100 days after Caecilia. I really hope the progression doesn't continue, so I get another concubine or something in 200 days in late summer. I really need to get better at saying 'no' and refusing to accept women who want to be something more. I have to try to keep my distance from other women, and especially those I see a lot of. Five. Plus all the sporadic sexual partners beside those, ignoring the stag night.

I should take a day off or something, and I mean from everything. If it had been autumn or spring, I probably could have wandered off by myself for a couple of days, just me with my thoughts. Or well - tried to wander off. It would be very unpopular both with my sambos and the bodyguards if I am alone in the wilderness. And here there really are wilderness.

Caecilia disrupt my thoughts as she gives me a kiss before slinking down to lie across my legs. Her butt in my lap as she leans against the side of the couch and smile. Sometime it feels like she have a sixth sense for me thinking of sex or her, but I just smile and hold her with my right arm while I close my eyes, relax and contemplate my life. Half lost in thoughts I let my caress Caecilia's soft legs and after removing her shoes, I massage her feet a little, before sliding my hand up her legs into the shorts, but reminding myself to run my hand over the shorts, as she's guaranteed to have no underwear, and it feels wrong to play with her so openly even though few would complain - if anyone. I also don't feel like escalating to sex, and Caecilia would be disappointed if I didn't continue. Instead, I move my hand further up her stomach and caress her skin under the t-shirt, where my fingers just slide around, making circles and patterns while the mind thinks. How it will probably turn out. Traps to try to avoid. Things to try to focus on, like giving everyone a day each where they are my focus, where we do what they want.

"Earth calling Robert. Earth calling Robert. Houston, we have a problem."

Jane leans against me pretending to hold a microphone and makes a 'kischshst' sound to imitate radio noise. When did she sit down next to me? Just better to reply in English.

" 'Uh, Houston, we've had a problem.' is a more correct quote if you're thinking of Jim Lovell and Apollo 13."

Jane just rolls her eyes before answering; "Of course you would know that... Oh, bugger! I saw those 'Moon machines' documentaries you had. Shit. Anyway, you looked lost in space. A penny for your thoughts."

"Thinking about the future. My life. And more. Started when I realised that I have five young and hot as hell wife, girlfriends, mistresses and courtesans, who all seem to get along and like each other. It's just weird. Why no one clear jealousy? Will that last? Pitfalls to avoid. What can I do to increase the odds that this will last?"

Caecilia's smile grows wider and it's not hard to guess what she's going to say as most of her thoughts seem to be on sex before moving onto other subjects, and I just put my finger over her lips to silent that, which makes Caecilia really smile. She knows that I know, etc. Caecilia sucks my finger into her mouth and plays with her tongue, before I pull my finger out with a plop and place it on her leg. Even as a teenager I didn't have her sex drive, but my 18 year old self would have loved having Caecilia as a girlfriend in more ways than one. Iselin is right; I should show Caecilia that I care about her. An elbow from Jane interrupts my thoughts and she says;

"Oh, don't kid yourself. There is frustration, envy, jealousy and territorial disputes, and have been since before we moved here. But it's at a low level, usually directed at each other, and everyone is working to make it work and compromise, because no-one wants to make you sad, hurt or be pushed out by making you choose. Their culture and that Iselin and Ciara isn't possessive helps, but are also a part of the problem, particularly Iselin. She is unbelievably proud of your character, your manliness and sexual prowess, and she wants every woman to know 'what she got'. She is completely fearless and feels secure that no woman will ever take you away from her, and it has only gotten worse as you keep proving her right. But Kari, Ciara and me don't feel the same."

It's probably lucky that Iselin doesn't know about Princess Sefa and how I denied her. I haven't told anyone. I still don't know how - or even if - I'm going to bring up Haera or Sefa with Asbjörn. How the hell do you say something like that?

"A man should normally start running when women he has had a relationships with meets - but for someone with five concurrent women and girlfriends you're impressively safe, and we're all friends. Most of the time. So continue being the shiny big hearted blind idiot we all love, and appreciate our hard work without questioning or drawing attention to it." That was a clear STFU and I do as I'm told, but Jane keeps talking when she's satisfied that I'm embarrassed enough. "You might not like it, but technically there are 14 women in this house, mostly younger than 22, and you, old man, have had sex with all except 5... Oh. My. God! You haven't had a girlfriend in a decade, and I'm the oldest girlfriend you ever had! There is a famous quote from Hugh Hefner - the founder of Playboy - when he was in his forties and asked a young woman to be his date, and she said she hadn't dated anyone older than 24. Hefner's reply was 'Neither have I'. Maybe the front door should have the suited bunny logo, Hefner." Jane's face lights up with glee, happiness and enthusiasm: "Bunny suits! Just imagine seeing all the maids and us as Playboy Bunnys! Imagine Caecilia as a playboy bunny lying served in your lap - it would suit your sexbunny! Oooh, I can teach them Bunny Dip and Bunny Perch!"

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I just sigh and look at Caecilia who doesn't understand, though my attention to her, her nickname and the word 'sex' makes her look seductively into my eyes and smile enthusiastically. It would be so absurd it's not even worth thinking about, but best to stop it immediately, because Jane has proven she doesn't always think through her ideas.

"No thank you. I wouldn't appreciate seeing them in that, and it's just bad clothes that are a waste of time and silver, and it would probably be taken the wrong way and not used much. It would just feel wrong if they were forced into such revealing clothes; as if their presence was just for sex, so please; thanks, but no thanks. I don't need to know what Bunny dip is either."

Jane is pretending that I've deeply hurt her feelings, but she can't hold her face and starts to smile again and rests her head on my shoulder as she takes my hand in hers, as she use Norse:

"Joking aside, you're obviously the glue that holds everything together, and it's easy if a little uncomfortable to admit, but for a while now I've been accepting the truth about my life here. You're a good wonderful caring man and you give all of us a really good life in safety, comfort and luxury. You give us gifts and try so hard to make everything better, to be fair and for all of us to be happy and entertained - in both meanings. It would have been far more uncomfortable if it was just you, me and Iselin, but now there are more of us. I don't want to say it, but I think Ciara's view is uncomfortably close to reality even if her religious interpretation is fucked up, but what she said to me a few months ago and the day before yesterday, rings a little too true. You are the sun in our lives. We used to live in cold, damp caves and basements, in the light and warmth of fires and candles, because we didn't know what real warmth and light were before we experienced your sunlight, and saw the world's greenery and blue sky in your light. Now, we cannot leave it, for to return into the darkness with only candles and fires, is no life."

I dejectedly smile and give Jane a kiss, and one to Caecilia to as she immediately wants the same. She just 'happened' to rise up a bit and push her lips out to receive a kiss.

"You know, it's a bit ironic really, because going by old meaning of words, which is quite close to the words here and before it was reshaped by speech afterwards, do you know what 'Robert' means? It's a combination of the words Hródr meaning well-known glory or 'known glory' and Berht meaning light or 'bright'. Arn means eagle and so on. So my name Robert Arnesson can be interpreted as 'The bright light with known glory who is the eagle's son'. Considering what happened, my plans for the future, and how some of you look at me, it's a funny coincidence."

Jane really didn't expect that, and we just sit there in silence for several minutes while playing with our fingers. When Caecilia starts talking, I've basically forgotten about her, even though she's on my lap and I'm still holding her.

"Ciara is right! My Lord's name is no accident; it is proof that the Gods and the Norns wove my Lord's thread since my Lord was a child, and my Lord is the sun of our lives. I have regretted that my promise hurt my Lord and made my Lord's life difficult, but I have not regretted staying here and becoming my Lord Robert's horá and personal servant and assistant. We all live a dream life better that Jarls or the royal family - they are trying to achieve our daily lives! It is my Lord who gave us all of this, and then my Lord is also a wonderful, intelligent, caring man and my Lord likes us to be independent. My Lord does not require us to be available and please my Lord when he so desires, but feels obliged to give us good sex and make us happy. What woman can ask for more in her life? What woman can be so selfish to think that only she has the right to this, when sharing is not a problem?" Jane probably doesn't agree, but she doesn't say anything. "Both of us come into my Lord's life later than others, well aware of the women my Lord already has in his life, and how special Iselin and Ciara are to my Lord. All of us want to be just as special in my Lord's heart and mind, and we know that should anyone cause trouble and really hurt my Lord or tip this balance, the others will join together against that woman, and frankly, she deserves to be thrown out and live in the dark reality. Even if my Lord wouldn't throw me out, I would leave if the others didn't accept me. If Iselin, Ciara and Kari didn't accept me."

Jane stiffens and reacts to Caecilias words about being thrown out to the dark reality. It's actually a bit funny considering what I said to her a long time ago, with almost prophetic prediction.

"Jane, not to sound smug, but when you sat across my lap and declared your love and I was yours for the taking, wanted us to be something and that we needed to bang like my life depended on it; that might have been your best action yet! We had epic sex and became a couple. I got some part of me back, and you saved your future."

"I just really realised the exact same thing! My life was saved from the brink of absolute ruin - by horniness and you being you!"

"That was then and this is now. Accept reality, learn and move on. I love you, Jane. I just thought of another thing too. Do you remember the garden talk after I got drugged? I said you'd fall in love with me and desperately try to find a way in sooner or later. I foresaw the future there."

"Hey! Remember my bet? You got my arse after New Years, and we both liked it! I foresaw the future, too!"

Before I can reply that it's not the same thing and a self-fulfilling prophecy doesn't count, Caecilia is quick to cut in;

"Why doesn't my Lord like switching between my butt and my vagina, or that I take my Lord's semen in my mouth after my Lord has been in my butt?" We just look at Caecilia, before I close my eyes and just hear the rest: "I always wash my butt by injecting warm water with the big metal syringe if I know or hope we're going to end up in bed, and I even use some alcohol! My Lord knows that I want my Lord's semen inside of me! If we're not in the bathroom, my mouth is handy and at least I can taste it! Then I can also just cuddle up and enjoy my Lord holding me without taking care of it with my fingers, and no-one like an uncomfortable wet spot, and using a rag or cloth is unnecessary and just feels wrong!"

I keep my eyes closed as, I don't need to see to know Jane is enjoying my discomfort with the whole subject, specifically that Caecilia is once again way too clear in her description! My stupid brain goes off on a tangent, and I almost ask if that doesn't mean she always wash her butt, considering she always seems to be hoping for sex. That can't be healthy for her. Sure, Iselin and I made a couple of big metal syringes for that purpose, and there's one in my bathroom cabinet and both bathrooms and the toilet cabinet, but that's mostly to have it available if that kind of sex is planned. Or someone is really constipated or something. I'm still not comfortable talking about certain parts of sex and my sex life, especially not in front of someone else, but I give Caecilia a refresher lesson about germs, and those that are in one place shouldn't be on or in another, and it is also a fecal-oral route of infection even though it is the same person. Usually. Some sex is simply unhygienic although it can be nice with the right partner, which is a reason why the syringes exist and for certain use of condoms, but nowadays I never use condoms with Caecilia because it's something I know she really dislikes. Something between us that dampens the experience and something that prevents sex from ending 'properly'. I won't deny that it's nice to have a partner where I don't have to think about the risk of children, but there are both pros and cons to her thinking that the sperm should end up in the woman in one way or another for a 'proper' finish, but that is apparently a fairly common attitude here, and not just among men. Also, Caecilia actually seems to really like it, and is quick to lick Iselin off if the semen ends up on her body, which has led to Iselin's breasts sometimes being a target when we have a threesome. Rags or cloths is a solution that Caecilia thinks is just wrong. Although Iselin also doesn't mind if Caecilia's breasts are the target, and they have shared it. Jane's giggles doesn't lessen my discomfort and she doesn't even try to hide her glee;

"Ooo-oh it's bloody hilarious watching your squirm and trying to convince your sexbunny with science, especially when we all know that you love to give your partners the best sex you can, and both she and Kari love arse play enough that they don't care about possible consequences, and we know you enjoy it too! You're just squeamish and paranoid about all our health. That's nice, but I agree that the condoms are naff! So, Carpe Diem! Be careful and use a condom with other women, but I prefer you cum in my bum when we go back there. Your new mini bathroom is brilliant, and it's so easy to clean us with water, soap, alcohol or rags and start over. I too might start 'preparing' for some occasions. Enjoy those of us that swallow, and if Caecilia want to go arse-to-mouth, just appreciate your sexbunny."

Jane isn't wrong, and my eyes fall on Caecilia who just smile seductively, and bites her lower lip as she eagerly nods. Caecilia loves my nickname for her, and everyone agrees it's fitting, especially Jane. I find myself thinking of Nickelback's 'Shakin' Hands', and Caecilia with her looks and attitude towards sex could definitely have made a lot of money in Midgård, but here she is focused on me, and she also wants to take take care of other things in my life too. For fucks sake, appreciate her! I really should appreciate her more for the person she is and not just the sex. With a silent apology to Jane, Caecilia takes my hand and slide it up under her t-shirt and place it on her breast and its hard nipple. Oh boy. Caecilia slide a hand around my neck and pulls herself up into a sitting position, which push her cleavage in my face. Caecilia looks me in the eyes as she snuggles her butt into my lap while playfully smiling.

"Good sex is worth the risk, and my Lord knows I like pleasure and having fun. I was freshly showered and washed before I lay on my Lord's lap, and hope my Lord will take me up to his bedroom so my Lord can inspect how thorough I've been. I have an orange present my Lord has promised to really give to me."

I realise I'm actually thinking about whether there's anything I need to do other than immediately accept her wish - guess I've gotten used to it. But she deserves my appreciation, so I give Jane a kiss, put my arms around Caecilia, and bring Caecilia up to my bedroom. If I just could get her to stop using 'my Lord' or 'Sir' almost all the time, but ordering her to not do it would felt too forced against her will, as Caecilia think it's wrong for her as my personal servant to use my name except for special situations, or sometimes behind closed doors.

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