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Chapter 38: Counter Attack / Party Time

Waking back up on day number, Karl never bothered to count and now cursed that he didn´t start counting, it must have been months now, maybe even many months, but knowing himself he instead low balled it with few months, he woke up buried under many women again.

Not dog pile buried, more many heads, boobs and hands touching him buried.

Very lucky for them as that gave Karl the possibility to uncover himself and craft himself a private loo in the Wall of the fuck room. He had stress eaten and more importantly stress drunk way too much stuff to just barely make it to the granite throne before wetting himself.

Wetting himself was something Karl-Heinz avoided at all costs, as chances were way to good that someone in the harem would be into that in some way and he would not let that rabbit hole of bad ideas even open.

He struggled saying no to normal people in his old life, he utterly failed his ability to all the happy sexy porn starts that would do anything for him in return even more so.

Lucky for him, Laka opened his toilet door a bit and shoved in a plank of wood, just knowing that he would need it. Also, this act granted him some light in his dark room to see better what he was doing.

After a big dump and nicely emptied bladder, the fresh crafted toilet paper, not in the quality known to his old life but definitely better than going at it bare handed, He was ready for the day. Meaning he stepped out of the private toilet and was directly stared at by all the women who shared the bed with him.

Half of them sitting or lying on the bed, the other half getting dressed and standing in the room.

Laka as core caretaker opened up the conversation that Karl was unable to start. “You did well yesterday, without you this battle would have gone way worse.”

Sarsa added. “and your new vehicle was marvelous at standing its ground and helping us push them back far enough again to have peace and quiet for a time. But the full tale is best told with everyone present.” The Nagasha then got her clothes the rest of the way on and started to slither out of the room, leaving a remark off. “We will start when you are ready to join, and give thanks to Tris again, she earned her spot yet again, but also paid the price in more wounds.”

Being the well-trained pessimist depressed Human that he is, Karl directly ignored all the praise and good news and focused on Tris being not with him but somewhere sick in bed. So, his face and posture slumped in defeat, which in turn earned him tight warm hug from too many breasts and to many arms. Laka wasn´t the only one hugging but the inner most layer of this hug ball.

Not being mood lowered enough to break down again and oddly feeling better from his emotional support harem, the group move with Karl over to the mess hall for breakfast and a after battle meeting.

The room was very full already as Karl enters, the tables are clean and food is prepared. More faces than he remembers are in the crowd, even the Cloaken are fully visible in two corners of the room, the traitor not standing with the piercing duo. Tris is missing or laying out of sight as Karl doesn´t manage to spot her.

Once the inner circle force clears a table and everyone is settled down again, Sarsa takes position next to an empty black board and the still very lacking Name plate engraving on the wall.

The Nagasha then starts her speech. “We have secured our position yet again and even raided more supplies and new wives in the process!” To that everyone cheers except for Karl. “We had losses and wounded, but they were small in number and the wounded aren´t crippled.” Some more cheers but a bit less enthusiastic. Sarsa just never had any speech theory training and thus listed of good and bad points as she thought best.

The first Wife then continues. “With the help of our brave Axiom Adept Husband and his new inventions we prevailed yet again. So have some fun! Today we celebrate our victory!” More enthusiastic cheers. A few hands raise up out of the mass of women, Sarsa looks their way and states. “Sorry but Karl orgies are off limits unless Laka deems him fit, you knew lot might not know it, but he is also only mortal and we need to respect his limits.” She switched to a less serious tone and smirked. “Or you can ask Tris where she got her armor if you want to know what happens if you push him too hard.”

As the bunker walls carry sound very very well, a loud “HEY!” came echoing back from some room not too far away in a very disapproving tone of Tris. This got a few giggles from some of the women.

With a wave of her hand, Sarsa pointed at the black board to regain the women´s attention. “Last before I dismiss you to your fun.” She then wrote down on the board a few names that Karl of course never managed to remember, if he even had the chance to do so in the first place. “These are the women we lost. We took what we needed from them and then burned their bodies. It is all looking good for us so far and we are growing stronger with every attack that we repel. But we need ideas for long term solutions. So, if any one of you has an idea that wasn´t laughed off or mocked by your drinking buddies or better yet you know how to do and maybe even can teach hubby to get it to work with his ability’s, then drop by and fill us from the inner circle in on your ideas.”

The First wife then did something Karl would think to be a salute, even though it looked more like a lewd gesture with the dump and index finger O being slapped once by the other palm, she dismissed them all.

It seems it was this bunkers version of a salute as all Karl could see repeated the gesture. Seems as if culture around him was evolving at a frightening speed.

He finished his meal and before he managed to get up to do his next thing of visiting Tris, he was kissed by a turning visible Scavera being almost hugging him but keeping a slight bit of distance until she dropped her invisibility.

Then she hugged him and Karl froze stiff, still unknowing of how to react to such a sudden embrace within this random context. She was good at hiding herself from Karl´s senses, as he hadn´t noticed her breath or body heat or anything as she snuck up on him.

Breaking the kiss and staring into those lovely eyes off Karl-Heinz, Scavera asked. "So, you might not be up for an orgy, but surely you could manage my first time with you now?" Gently licking her flicking tongue against his lips as she finished her request.

Before Karl couldn´t say no, she turns invisible again, as Laka´s hands pass thru Karl´s personal space and come up empty.

"I was rather horny last time you tried to protect our husband, but you are not without flaws yourself Laka" A giggling Cloaken sounded out behind the fussing guard Lopen, only to then get surprised herself in an ambush the spy walked into herself, as two sets of floating metal rings had a short jiggling encounter of some barely audible kind. Before going quiet and walking off with something getting dragged on the floor between them giggling.

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Karl-Heinz in that time had enough of a pause to reset his own thoughts and remember what he wanted to do next. So, he got up and started walking over to Tris and out of most of the crowd. He really should start learning more names, but he never found the time, the motivation, the memory of having that as a free time waiting option and or the necessity to actually start caring for more of them as they care so deeply even without him doing more than looking at them.

Well, they mostly cared about him out of self-interest. He was reasonably sure that he could smile, do the finger guns and call them sexy and it would be enough to get them to squirt an orgasm into the pants of the currently unfucked virgin wives of his.

Not having enough walk way left to try that theory, Karl enters Tris room, he had minimal privacy at all times and they all adored him, so he just copy’s that flow and walks over to Tris laying on her bed. Tris did look up as Laka announced him entering with a short. "Hi Tris, Karl is here."

"Oh, how is our stud doing today? I saw your new creation, could you make it bigger, I also want a ride around in that beast or ride you in that beast." Tris grinned again wide and confident. But the bandages and messed up fur portrayed that she was if not heavy injured like last time, at least very exhausted from the prolonged fighting.

"Yeah, if you can get me the metal, I can make the tank bigger. But I should first make a proper gearbox that it can drive faster than the one set speed I improvised in my stupor." Karl answered and sat down with his back against the Canidors belly fur.

The male against her lap was like a sexy cat, yes, she wanted to fuck I’m all day long every day, but at this moment she just had to embrace him against her fur. So, Tris used one of her arms and pressed Karl more into her belly fur, then she gently started to rub his chest. Oddly enough this comforted the Cannidor enough to start a sort of purr.

Karl noticed the muted sounds and the slightly vibrating belly and under breast he was being pushed against. So, he had to be weird again as a non-reaction was not acceptable in his mind to this situation. "Seems like I am the perfect comfort stone, I don´t even have to pet you, you start purring from petting me."

This did get a few giggles from Karls guard detail and an indignant glare at the guard detail from Tris. But the circumstance that caused the giggles, were not enough reason to stop the petting or the purring.

She had fought long and hard yet again and now it was reward time, well foreplay reward time, when her arms would stop aching, she would ride Karl ragged yet again or let herself be paid off with a new toy. Both ideas were fine in her book.

Now past the giggles, not knowing what to do with himself, Karl manages to remember what he actually planned to do with Tris and managed to ask his question. "So how are you holding up? Need anything repaired? How bad are your wounds? Thanks for protecting us all again."

This earned Karl a rather rare Tris not grinned smile and a lot of cute "aww´s” from passersby, lurker and present wives. Unknowingly promoting the berserker lifestyle in the bunker for fame, recognition and faster access to reward sex.

Who needs money, if money is sex and you get bonus payments in possibly more sex after all.

Tris for her part did answer fast enough to not let Karl get too awkward of a feeling for asking the tough girl about her feelings. "Well, my clothes are ruined again, the gatling needs a bit of a repair as something jammed and broke half way thru the fight and my wounds aren’t the worst I had yet, they sting and I just need to take it easy for a few days before I can fuck you senseless for reward sex again. And no bondage this time!"

"Yeah, makes sense, where is your gun? I don´t see it here in its usual spot."

"Oh, one of the Gohbs said she could fix it and ran off with it before I could protest and given how I need to rest I didn´t deem it worth the effort yet. It wasn´t working anymore anyway so she will have to pay for that later."

To that Karl imitated a shrug, whilst still being belly petted, whilst still petting the petting hand.

Laka then made her own curiosity known. "So how did the battle go? You know I don´t get to hear anything when I guard hubby from danger in the bunker whilst you run around being a hero to us and a nightmare to anyone in front of you."

"Hey! I am at least a living legend on the battlefield and you are in front of me and don´t cower in fear before my might!" Tris snapped back; her smile returned to the cocky grin.

"You still owe me a war story of what happened out there. Especially after hubby made you this lump of driving metal as moving emplacement!"

"Yeah yeah, well after the walls were turned into ramps and the axiom started to normalize, we charged into the middle of the freshly overrun and about to be reorganized camp. So, we managed to catch more than half of the bitches with their weapons way out of reach or at least out of hand. Then we gunned down anyone dumb enough to try and grab a weapon and used the fresh overrun defenses to dig in and wait for the second wave of work force." Not once stopping to press against Karl and ever gently trying to push him more against her big blue boobs.

"Sarsa or Vaskra or whoever managed to shoo the surrendering bitches out of the camp and started to organize the chaos unfolding. They even managed to start counting supplies when the work crew and reinforcement solders walked up, got surprised shot at and then this chaos devolved into your standard sort of battle."

Laka was nodding along, laying on the floor like a dog in front of a fireplace, ears did scan the room for unexpected sounds now and again.

"So, I was playing line breaker and charging them when they tried to dig trenches right out of laser range. Hubby, we need more Rail-guns and ammunition so that everyone can have one! And before stuff got to boring for me, my gatling jammed after the third or fourth charge I did, the Metal monster rolled up and pelted the soldier line down with so much firepower at once, that they all just dropped their shit and ran away. After that we quickly grabbed what we could get and then hubby closed back up and I got to be bandaged again from all the ones who did have a knife at hand against me."

Feeling the need to try and comfort the happy Cannidor, Karl then says "It will make cool scars one day, right?"

Which turned out was just one of the right things to say to make her day, Tris was trying to break her grinning record all over again. "Don´t worry we will keep you nice and save here so that you can make us new toys and fuck us silly."

Laka had to jump in on this one. "And we will keep you feed and cared for too! You got nothing to fear hubby."

This again made Karl-Heinz negative perception trained mind feel bad, not bad enough for a break down, but enough to try and hide his emotion by shifting his position into a more laying one, to play the little spoon for the shark lady.

This time Karls attempt at obfuscation succeeded and Tris’s purring rumbling continued and Laka instead shifted her guard over to the door out of Tris room.

They just laid there for a while.

Karl battling his own mind and inner thoughts of depression, losing badly but he was used to that fight when he couldn´t sleep and had no way in mind to further distract himself.

Laka was on guard duty and had her fluffy ears periodically scan the room whilst her gaze was focused on the doorway to a rather noisy party.

Tris just grinned away whilst turning her crotch fur into a swamp and enjoying the stress-free closeness.

The moment did have to end eventually as the door opened and a ruffled lump of floating clothes without piercings entered. "Here you are! Took me long enough to pin you down again."

Jumping on the distraction of just about anything to escape his inner defeat, Karl for once jumped at this conversation with vigor. "Why are you so messed up? ... and why are you even dressed?"

Again, an invisible unseen, unheard but severely chronically misjudged by Karl-Heinz timer goes off in all their heads.

Tris ignores this counter, as she is neither the target of the question, nor bored or interested enough to give her version of an answer to this ice breaker.

Scavelar for her part is bogged down by shame and lets the ice breaker break on a stone wall of invisible facial features as she moves over to sit closer to Karl on the not so free anymore bed of Tris.

This gives Laka the go ahead to answer in the Cloaken´s stead. "Did someone learn that unkillable doesn´t mean invincible or untouchable?" Her gaze remained on the door but her ears focused in on the bed.

"You know? How do you know? I thought you were busy all time every time all days long guarding hubby?" Came the shocked reply from the now trying to be smallest spoon on the bed, with only mixed success in the attempt against an unmoving Tris.

"I do keep up with important decisions at most times to know who and how bad dangers for our husband are. Also, two someone’s had a special reward in mind for their loyal service in the last fight, which could be immediately granted with some small oversight. We might trust you, but we aren´t just yet friends even if we are sister wives, So take it with a bit of grace, you did sacrifice a lot of other women´s futures in your little move. So, I hope that you can accept some minor in comparison payback from others." To this the Lopen was radiating smugness in her observational comments.

Karl was listening and realized again that he was not liking politics and that he was happy to only be an icon or luxury commodity, rather than an active player or pawn.