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Chapter 15 : Startup problems / problem avoidance
Standing in the gunless showdown of Vaskra and Sarsa staring contest, with an ever growing and slightly wandering wet spot on his back, Karl-Heinz was given a seemingly impossible task. The task of trying to get either or both of them to step down from claiming the crown of the mythical, seemingly leader position of “first wife”.
“Isn´t Vaskra first wife for first fucking and marrying me ?” came the knee jerk action from Karl.
Only to be smashed down and buried six feet underground by a cacophony of “NO!” from Sarsa, “Yes!” from Vaskra and a mix of ´sorta yes sorta no´ from everyone else.
Trying to step away from his position only led to the grip on his legs and genitals to squeeze down a bit more, pleading eyes around the room revealed hushed whispers of submission or preemptive surrender before the two titans of stubborn will.
Even Tris was of no help to him, the big Cannidor lady just sat slumped back against a wall, grinning and enjoying the show, gently rubbing herself from the lusty haze Karl-Heinz was again unknowingly saturating the room with. Tris also enjoyed the show of his hard member on display, even if the scene was lacking in action.
The man in this situation tried to step away again, this time with more force, but Sarsa was still holding him sort of in place, so as a result he started to fall over. But before he could even get into licking distance of the ground, Sarsa had stop his fall, Vaskra had tried to aid Sarsa in that endeavor and one of the new girls, who was kobold looking to Karl, had thrown herself under him to act as a pillow to catch him.
This filled Karl with a bit of dread and self loathing.
Why would anyone be selfless for him?
Three nut jobs were a funny change of things, but eight porn bimbos, non of them looking as if they only rely on there looks, all eagerly lusting for him and trowing there life s away for him to appease his every whim and need, treating him like a delicate flower that may never be allowed to ever even get a scratch ?
This was to much and he started to really start to struggle trashing and trying to swing himself free of his current grip.
This course of action was most likely the completely wrong one to take for Karl-Heinz.
Why?
Well as a result of his wild barely coordinated movements, everyone thought something very bad was going on with there precious raw egg of a husband, so now instead of being freed, he was coiled more strongly into Sarsa. The staring contest was on hold again so Vaskra was hugging him too for comfort.
Kobold ground lady was next in on the hug lump forming around him, followed by Tris and the rest of the Harem. Leaving Karl-Heinz frustrated struggling against the combined might of 16 arms and even more so breasts to cushion his attempts of punches.
His rather spontaneous rage against the love machine didn´t last long, facing off against no progress to show for it.
Other measures would needed to be taken, also only other actions would bring him towards a resolving of his first waifu quest and the other issues that come with living in a war zone with so far only minimal facility´s and no means to generate supplies.
He gave up and went limb, a position he had to hold on to for a minuet or two whilst a ever droning cooing and calming noises escaped the mouths around him, some hands petting his head, back or shoulders, some limbs brushing his penis and balls but they had no success in rousing the snake with his current suppressed rage and frustration in his head.
´Hard live in a world of thirsty nympho bimbos with no one but there own fucked minds and useless old me around´ He internally sighed and just gave up his fighting spirit. In a resigned and dead tone he asked “So who is first on that fuck me list you made?”
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The crowed relaxed and let go of him, leaving him in a standing upright position. Even Sarsa uncoiled from him and gave him a bit of room to breathe.
Not saying another word, Karl-Heinz grabbed a chunk of wood, a barely uniform shirt looking piece of cloth and then walked of into the closest of the rooms, he had made to be slept in. All the while again being followed by sad looks of a crowd of lovers, who all have no clue what exactly is going on in his head and even less educated in the actions needed to fix it.
Once in the room, he takes a few moments to turn the chunk of wood into wooden fibers, that could be used as heat insulation in buildings but this time is so silky fine and without any chunks or crumbs inside of its mass of fluff, that it would be a waist for insulation duty. Next he used the piece of cloth and turned the wood into a torso sized pillow to lay his head on.
In the background he could have noticed 4 pairs of eyes watching him thru the not closed door into his room and heard shouting of Sarsa, Tris and Vaskra not agreeing on a few things again, whilst also making some distant cooking noises.
Using the Pillow to get himself into a comfy position, Karl-Heinz notices that he is being ogled. He doesn´t have the emotional room in him to care about that detail, his mind was busy sulking and pondering. It had been a long day up until now, he had shot his load in the morning, he walked around in the bunker enough to have done some physical tiring, he was mentally drained from the cheat skill magic use. To top it all of his distraction was gone, so now his belly demanded food, just as much as his head demanded sleep and is ego demanding quiet alone time to have some peace.
At least the eyes watching him were polite to not overstep. Most likely they were afraid of the consequences the pissed of armory master Sarsa would rain down on them.
´These fools! They think that being polite will spare them.´ He giggled at that thought.
That giggle felt like a mistake as one of the pair of eyes felt brave enough to come closer and initiate social interaction, maybe more.
The woman slowly stepping into the room was not of the small kind either. Besides her as of now usual, massive almost comical breast and hip size, she was the size of a dire wolf. Her shoulder height went up to Karl-Heinz chest when she was walking on all fours. Her long legs were the best reason why her chest wasn´t constantly dragging along the floor and digging small trenches with her nipples.
She is a Lopen with mud brown colored fur and no special spots or markings in its color. The paws were a bit darker and almost black in color, but that was it. She had no tail swishing around which was rather odd to Karl, such a dog or wolf like creature and no big fluffy tail in sight?
He discounted that oddity to war amputation in his head.
The rest of her build was the usual canine snout, big ears to pinpoint sounds, slit-ed icy blue eyes. She did have a bit of a puffiness to her lips on a second glance. Her Frame was on the lean side with her shaggy fur hiding any muscle definition she could have. Her rear was impressive to watch move as she gently stepped into the room, gently wiggling the standard jiggle the porn look gave all people he had seen so far.
Hear breast were a bit on the furry side of fetishes with 6 of them all in the same size range but getting smaller the closer they got towards her nether.
She was wearing a darker brown than her fur trench coat, some light gloves on her for paw hands and some almost boots on her hind legs. The coat had many very useful looking pockets that were currently empty.
Once she had gotten close enough to Karl-Heinz, she reared up and stood on two legs as easy as all the others he had seen so far in his life and looked down at him with a careful judging or more appraising look. Karl thought to feel a bit of worry aside from the usual torrent of lust radiate from her.
He looked back up and saw simplistic short pants hiding her upper leg fur, before he went to maintain eye contact.
The moment froze, no one moved as both were uncertain as to what the other would do next, being burdened by unknown and imagined expectations. The time dragged on with the constant background shout arguments of the kitchen, until another pair of lips walked past the wide open door, looked in and yelled “Go fuck already! Food will be soon.”
At this Karl´s gaze wandered back over the alluring parts of her body once more, noticing that her still visible pants were yet to dry from the event of the entrance room.
“Now you were not feeling so well back there … do you want sex or is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” The Lopen woman asked after gently lowering herself back down to all fours and moving her head closer to his head.
Not knowing how to interact with this moment, Karl-Heinz took the weird option number 5. Option one would have been “yes sex please”, option two would have been comfort activity's, option three were silence until the woman or women decided for him, option four would have maybe brought him progress as he vented his frustration and voiced his problems to a caring if not able to understand audience.
No he chose option five, being an absolute weirdo. So he licked the tip of his finger and booped the snoot. In the following bewilderment of all present, he stood up and gestured for her to stand up again.
The Lopen did as asked, still being confused. Before he jumped on her back and hung on lick a backpack, his arms grabbing around her chest between her top two rows of breasts. After a moment of nothing happening as everyone, even himself, had no plan or way to make this a naturally flowing interaction again, Karl-Heinz continued option five and started licking and nibbling the Lopen´s back, his face not reaching the woman´s neck or ears.
The next change of note, was as Karl used his clean cheat skill and was spitting lose hairs, grime and dust from his mouth after digging his mouth into the fur of a very unwashed dog. Yet he did not release his grip and hung on to a frozen in confusion woman.
The Lopen was staring blankly at the door, towards the other eyes, contemplating the mental state of her husband and pleading for advice from the others. Said others who were just as clueless and effectively stunned by their inability to resolve the awkwardness the weird opposite to their gender person had created.
The kobold looking Kohb, who had played at fall catching mattress before, tried to give advice in hand gestures. Most of the meaning of the message got lost in translation from brain to gestures to half seen signals, but the gist of it, at least the Lopen thought so, was that she were to somehow cuddle the man.
The Kohb meant to gesture “fuck the crazy out of him”, but that was the fate of imperfect languages made up on the fly.
So the Lopen went down to all four´s again and got a half fake, half honest cheery “Whoo doggy rides” from him. Then she gently laid herself down onto the bed and on top of Karl, and started to gently wiggle herself around in his grasp, to try and have there front sides face each other.
The dog wiggles worked out rather well and soon she had a male smothered by her breasts. She could feel the heat in her rise again, to a point this time that she had to fear piercing holes into her combat uniform with her nipples.