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Chapter 58 : Slow Word Day / Spreading the Visibility

And fresh air they did go and get.

Right after they had Laka, then Tris, then some random woman they passed by, then the party, then half of the guards at the entrance, and finally some random wives already outside joined them on their goal to get fresh air.

And given they had not much fear of security in this idealistic farming community scenery with a platoon worth of wives on look out, with only half of that platoon drunk in party mode.

The wind was fresh, the sun past mid day but still high in the sky, the grass was mostly green, the alien nature even had small animals around them.

It seemed like paradise compared to the ever charred and dark and dowry look they had sticking to each scene on the front line. But maybe that was just personal bias and bad memories of the survivors who had by now spend more time underground than the average survival rate of the common soldier in the meat grinder battles they had left behind.

But Karl was still not any more mature for his time away from the PC and made jokes about the sun burning, then trying to explain nerd basement dweller culture to the surprised concerned crowed he had already gad, but this time alarmed with his bad acting.

Vaskra did not let go of Karl-Heinz hand no mater how creepy she started to look in doing so.

Tris had to much energy and then got most of them to join in with some games that Karl-Heinz had no idea of how they worked and had no intention of ever joining. School sport classes where a nightmare in his memories to this day, being slow made most sport feats a drag and thus he always just barely managed passing grades, despite or because of his more strength focused body. Not regarding the fact that he also had a bit of to much belly back then too.

The game Tris played seemed to be a free form version of wrestling or what not other ball less play fighting. So Karl-Heinz would have a better chance at winning that even though he had to use his prosthesis to use both arms, still he knew the wives would not let him fight, a strong glare from Laka told him nothing, but every other women thinking about it enough to not try and raise the wrath of the guard dog.

Also Vaskra had not let go of his arm and was now gently pulling him into a circular walk around the entrance stairs. This was only so as most if not all women where having healthy levels of PTSD paranoia from their history as a soldier in combat and using that honed skill to check for all possible threats.

Well they checked for all treads they could check for, invisible spies where hard to spot at the best of times and the sky was nice and blue to make spotting orbital bombardments early with the pure eyes a bit of a daunting task. Still there so far where no invisible attacks or rain coming down, so the lucky trinkets where still holding up.

Just walking was to little of a mental activity to keep Karl from getting bored, but not to little from letting his mental demons show up for another round of “who is a bad boy?”. So he was simply bored. Having breast contact to such porn star good looking women did wear of in novelty much faster than Karl would have hoped for, still it had lasted longer than he had maybe started to fear if he had had the mental space to go on such a side tangent when he had gotten to this world, instead of running from event to marriage to next event.

The looks and soft feel, that where the result of the omnipresent axiom space magic still was a nice thing. No matter how much novelty this new normal would lose, he would not trade that in for any other possible harem of partners or community.

But still Karl was bored, so he miss used his god like powers, that everyone else with the knowledge could use as well, to create a idyllic village with stone wall and surrounding trenches. Then the notion of medieval fantasy died as he realized that this was all on barely used land, that could be used more appropriately, also the trenches where already looking like war zone defenses of gun time era.

So on it went and the village was quickly populated with defenders setting up on the thick stone walls and in the pill box towers Karl had sprinkled around the place on the walls.

Vaskra did not say much, mostly just trying to have Karl have more body contact with her and looking like this was a vacation she had worked half a decade for to achieve.

Yet the spread out defenses did raise questions of not enough soldiers to defend the longer and spread out defensive line. At least that was a thought Karl-Heinz had, the others did not complain and it looked like that taking over some land above the bunker was just a given.

As Karl was creative, he took a random laser rifle and re-crafted it into a shorter and bulkier pistol form. It was much lighter due to not having as much of a butt stock and only a fraction of barrel length compared to its old version, but was very much pistol size maneuverable and still took the old rifle magic batteries for power.

Of course this tingled Tris six or seventh sense for interesting things and had her breathing down his neck and sniffing his hair. “You made a new gun, tell me why it is awesome!”

Vaskra in fear of losing her good times too early let mostly go of Karl´s arm and interposed herself between the exited Cannidor and Karl-Heinz. “He will tell you later, her take it and have fun, now I am due my share of time!” Grabbing the pistol from Karl she tossed it past Tris head, due to standing so close to each other the shark woman had no way to raise her arms fast enough to catch it, instead it had Vaskra´s intended effect of getting the woman turned around and chasing after the tossed treat.

Whilst Tris was playing dog fetching the newest shiny stick, the dog like guard woman just doing look out, Vaskra was able to have some more private time with Karl-Heinz. Karl not being much of a talker and Vaskra never even attempted to be a social savant, they but just shared body contact.

Or rather Vaskra was rubbing up against Karl, whilst he played along but still was to awkward to do much more than paying most of his attention to not cross non existent boundaries. He despite all that still had the mental capacity to add details to the growing art project around him. Adding park benches, side ways, flower pots, turning the aesthetic from used old village rather quickly to historically preserved village now turned tourist attraction or holiday resort.

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The addition of benches was a decision he regretted immediately, because as soon as Vaskra spotted the new addition the gentle walk shifted from just aimless circles to a directed goal with her handling him onto the bench and then using his lap as a seat for her own wide hips.

Most unexpected fear not manifesting, of Karl fearing the hip and leg bones of his wife grinding into his lap. Her porn start butt had more than enough flesh in the way to prevent that from ever happening. Closest he could get to feeling hip bones would be on the mail nourished newer hires of his harm, as even the lightest women of the front line have already managed to fill out to the normal sizes his other lovers had.

Yes they all ate more to gain that extra mass and sexual attractive form, but by far not enough more food to put any of their well looted food supplies to run dry any time soon. He was still the biggest eater and also was looking better each month.

Karl´s personal look improvement from losing weight set aside, he still had a gut, to much fat all over his body and suspected that he still had puffy cheeks and double chin. But lucky him, it seemed as if his mostly still used crippled arm was saved from the worst of muscle atrophy, as the arm was a bit weaker but not by too much.

Lost in that self reflection, Karl had completely missed out on Vaskra sniffing herself high on his neck. It did not bother him that a woman was that close. It didn´t bother him that other girlfriends or wives where watching. But it was odd to do it in a place his mind register as public space out under sunlight, as the other two factors had happened too often for him to count in the fuck room already.

Given how his life worked, he might find out how often what ever sexual act happened to him in the mostly ignored HUD in his eyes vision, but he did not want to check and leave what little was left of that Pandora´s box sealed up for as long as he could manage. The deviants most likely had every kiss, lick and squirt of liquid that occurred to his body measured out and tallied up. Maybe they even placed bets on production quotas for the liquid volumes or events occurring events.

The hidden kiss counter started going up as Vaskra went from contact, to skin contact over to lips meeting lips.

Lucky aspect of this encounter dough was that Vaskra seems to have gotten used to Karl´s chemical warfare charms and his first marriage didn´t leak his lap into a swampy mess. Karl just connected that to amount of exposure.

After he was allowed to breath thru his mount again, Karl-Heinz asks lacking any idea of what to do next. “So is there something I can do for you?” Which seemed like the brilliant plan from when he was socially starved, to lay the burden and pleasing activity onto himself to appease the other person. Sadly that is not how his current life works as many requests for sex where chanted in the background as a reaction.

Vaskra did not let the hornyness of the family bother her from the background, right next to them was a much bigger distraction taking up the more urgent interruption concerns. Tris was standing close buy on one end, but privacy was invaded on the other end by a floating hand full of gifted seemingly freshly collected nuts.

“Thanks?” Karl reacted unsure as he turned some of the ground into a small bowl to collect the nuts into.

“That was fast.” Vaskra comments as a grinning, slightly panting, nude Scavera turns visible.

“We get taught how to forage for food that we can get by better on longer trips. We don´t need to do it often, but it still is a good skill to have.” The spy adds after having seated herself next to Karl and resting her head on the good arm shoulder of his.

“Good to hear.” Karl says, still unable to think of proper ways to advance conversations and instead blurting out what small branch of desperation idea he finds first in his mind. He now had the nuts collection and no arm to eat it as one was still not dexterous enough to be trusted in this cramped environment, the other was being guided by a lizard to go certain places and his mouth seems to be blocked soon enough too.

Still Vaskra did try to not let her hard earned time with husband get completely stolen, which devolved into a sweet talking argument of who was the more useful wive in this marriage. This Karl-Heinz had witnessed a few times without being squeezed between the two involved parties and it payed off to stay out of it. Laka helped him to keep such competitive arguments out of his hair.

Sadly this time the conversation devolved into that argument in his personal space whilst every back and forth just got his arms or something else of him pulled closer or deeper into one of the two women´s embrace.

Loving and adoring embraces to a degree that Laka didn´t step in and stop them even dough Karl-Heinz was mildly distressed from the two. Which as the sun set had turned into two groups as this turned into a sporting event to be enjoyed.

Karl hated every second of this deranged arguments club smack down. He even debated faking a mental breakdown to try and get out of this situation. But his own moral code of not lying to family was not stressed enough in the past to making him take that step. The whole event only ended when the sun was setting and Laka, backed up by today´s lucky few, decided it is time for supper and following fun time.

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The new morning brings a new day to tackle. New problems to solve, new interactions to have or in the off chance of having a stable life, nothing new with just variations of old problems.

Turns out that building an above ground village and small fortress in the mater of half a day gains attention.

Having that construct covered in clouds of male pheromones gains more attention.

Having it in an area with desperate women and nothing stopping the smell lure everyone in like the piper blowing his flute, gains enough attention that the morning was yet again started early and Karl-Heinz dragged out of bed and to the defensive lines.

But lucky him, the village was only staffed with look outs and instead they had set up their line of defense in the bunker. So they where not spread out and where easily able to close off all entrance as well as retreat if needed.

This also helped with keeping the tide of bodies to a maximum of how dense they could pack themselves down the stairs before they self regulated by either rioting against each other or needing to accept to wait.

Still they where again under siege of people out for an in with the breeder. But this time the mob was not random armed soldiers, which was a massive improvement on the nerves on everyone involved, that managed to lower the itchiness of trigger fingers.

So Karl found himself pressed against the wall of the defensive line with Laka, Sara, Sarsa and most of the rest of his Harem spread out along the quickly thickened wall, increased thickness to prevent exploring hands from getting accidentally grabby of guns.

Vaskra was in the mix too, but as second in command doing her job somewhere down the line.

The lucky few new wives from yesterday where holding guns, but Karl had passed by them on the second line of defense as not yet trained or fully trusted back up fighters.

Lucky for Karl-Heinz, this night he had managed to directly fall asleep and because of that was merely groggy instead of badly functioning like last time.

Sarsa tried to gain control of the mob. “Everyone calm down! We are in control and you won´t survive any rash actions.” She never had to do a not “bloody” crowd control kind of task, so her skills where rather lacking in that regard.

Whilst Sarsa was distracted with trying to address the mob, Laka got convinced by Tris to take a random woman as separate interrogation enthusiast. With a little help from Karl, the door got opened a smidgen, two and a third women popped in and a third and the rest of the women where squeezed back out a now moving wall crafted seal of the entrance door.

Karl hopes he did not amputate anyone, but the mood of the mobs yelling had not changed, so he felt that he was in the clear.

Tris then pinned both women against a wall with her tail and arms and with Laka went into a more organic natural good and bad interrogater roles.

Tris starting off. “Why are you besieging this bunker? You know we can kill you all with no issue, right?” Finishing off her first line with some comparative mild pain in form of a random body punch from on of her fists.

The interrogated women are of course a most mans wet dream, but odd enough to Karl and seemingly even some of his wives, they even moan sexually as they got hit from Tris.

Then the two women spotted Karl and manage to properly process that he is present. “Fuuuuck meeeeeee!” They both groan out, even triggering the most lust dazed ones of the crowd outside to join in.

Laka tried to take a closer look and do her own part of interrogation. But this was to much desire directed at him to quickly, so he pushed the problem away,

Next thing everyone else felt was that the bodies where heavy, breathing hazy and staying awake a hard task. The ground outside of the murder-holes started to rise at a fast enough pace that only a few lucky positioned and desperately courageous women stayed in the remaining cavity next the the em-placed guns.

Karl-Heinz for his part was solely focused on getting the horde of zombies out of his bunker and his bunker and place untouchable. He imagined the platform of solid rock to shift up and have the ceiling above the horny part to the sides, lucky enough not destroying any could be buildings on top of the staircase down.

Did that plan work with only minimal or no casualties ?

Karl had no idea and no intention of double checking.

Instead he reformed the greeting hall and let the stairs upwards be closed off still.

Next he walked off to avoid starting to feel bad for not wanting to help the horny beggars and went back to his normal routine of breakfast.