He is a sexual beast.
"Here, take some water," Linda offered, holding a cool glass out to Rachel.
After a period of rest and a gentle, soothing massage, the soreness had largely receded, replaced by a lingering, pleasant hum throughout her body.
"Thank you," she said, accepting the water and taking a long, grateful sip. "I'm feeling much better already."
"I told you you'd recover quickly," Linda replied with a knowing smirk. "In a few hours, you're going to feel your entire body burning with need all over again. After being fucked by Nolan for the first time, your body never forgets. It's all it will ever crave."
Rachel could only nod softly in agreement. The memory of being filled by Nolan, stretched and claimed completely, was the most intense, overwhelming sensation of her life. It was still difficult to imagine her body being capable of enduring that again so soon.
"But what you said earlier... that was an exaggeration, right?" Rachel asked, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "There's no way he's hard and ready to go again today after last night."
Linda let out a soft, throaty laugh, her eyes sparkling with amusement at Rachel's naivety.
"Oh, sweetie, last night was just a regular Tuesday for him. If anything, he was holding back because it was your first time. He didn't even break a sweat."
"You're serious?" Rachel breathed, her eyes widening.
"I'm dead serious. He is a sexual beast."
Seeing the absolute conviction in Linda's gaze, Rachel had no choice but to accept the reality: her 'boyfriend' was a sexual god. A shiver of anticipatory heat coiled low in her belly.
It was in that moment that another thought, one she hadn't yet fully confronted, crystallized in her mind. What exactly was her relationship with Nolan?
She had heard Ana and Eliza refer to themselves as his sex slaves, and Linda spoke of him with a similar tone of worshipful submission, but during sex, she called him 'darling' or 'King'.
As if reading her mind, Linda leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, hungry whisper.
"You're wondering what you are to him now, aren't you? Let me make it simple. You're his. Your pretty little cunt belongs to him. Your moans, your orgasms, your desperate, dripping wetness, it's all for his pleasure. And trust me, there is no greater honor than being his personal little fucktoy."
The crude, possessive words should have been shocking, but instead, they sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to Rachel's core, making her clench around nothing. She was his property. And the thought made her feel more alive than ever.
"And you're also my harem sister," Linda said warmly, pulling her into a gentle hug. "So we could be, you know, like best friends… or even family. What do you think?"
"Hmmm… that sounds nice," Rachel replied with a soft smile. "Then, please take good care of me."
"I will. And, one more thing, you are also his wife. He had asked my sister to do a mini wedding ceremony for both of them, but we got lost last night, and it was forgotten."
"What is the difference for, like, Ana and Eliza?" Rachel asked, her voice laced with confusion as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Linda stretched like a contented cat, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, Ana is deeply into the whole sex slave fantasy,"
The woman smirked, remembering some of the crazy ideas Ana had pitched to her, while Nolan was occupied fuckin Ange on the ass for the first time.
"She'll probably obey any command you give her without a second thought. I think she sees you as the second wife, or something. But Nolan… well, I doubt he pays much mind to the titles."
She paused, thinking of her sister's more complicated position. Nolan still held a grudge against her. But he loved the rest of them equally.
"And the woman who made us food?" Rachel asked, remembering when she and Ana went to eat dinner, while Nolan kept fucking Linda and Ange.
"That's Clarice. I don't know her well. She had to work, so she left before the real fun started… I think she's something like his girlfriend. But I don't worry about it. I just want our darling to be happy, and to take any woman he desires."
Rachel looked at her, incredulous. "You don't feel even a little bit of jealousy?"
"No, not at all," Linda admitted, her voice a husky confession. She rolled onto her side, facing Rachel directly, her eyes dark with a mixture of pride and raw arousal.
"Maybe my mind is broken somewhere, but when I see him… when I watch his powerful hands grip another girl's hips, when I hear the sound of his body moving against hers, and see that massive, perfect dick claiming another girl's pussy… all I can think is, 'Gods, that is the hottest thing I've ever seen', do you get it?"
"Well… I think I can understand partially. Besides, after last night, I'm sure I can never be the only woman in his life."
"Yeah, for sure," Linda chuckled.
With each passing day, Linda found herself falling more in love with the harem dynamic. Her sister had begun to respect her. Ana treated her like a queen. And she'd even formed a genuine friendship with someone as sweet and cute as Rachel.
In fact, Linda was warming to the idea of fully embracing her role as the first wife. And as the first wife, it was her duty to organize the others, to ensure their happiness and, most importantly, that they were all fulfilling Nolan's needs properly.
"Oh! I have a great idea," Linda exclaimed, clapping her hands together, the movement making her generous breasts sway enticingly. "Do you want to go on a date?"
"A date?" Rachel asked, bewildered. "Uh… I don't like girls, and I don't think Nolan would like that," she answered quickly, a faint blush on her cheeks.
A knowing smirk graced Linda's lips. "I'm not talking about a date between us, dear. I'm talking about a date with Nolan. But I would be there too. It could be incredibly fun, don't you think? And at the end of the day," she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "we could take him to bed together."
"Do you already want more sex?!" Rachel gasped, her eyes widening.
"Don't tell me you don't want him again already, too?" Linda countered, her smile confident and inviting.
Rachel's blush deepened. "Well… I… I don't have any clothes for something like a date."
"Don't worry about that for a second," Linda waved a dismissive hand. "Ana has an entire room just for clothes. She has options for all our sizes, and even more… If you need anything at all, just ask her. She'll have it for you in no time."
"Okay…" Rachel agreed, a shy but unmistakable spark of excitement in her eyes.
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