A Well Lived Life Book 3 PiaChapter 2 Saying Goodbye
- 2 years ago
- 35
- 0
Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 3: Grace's Goodbye free porn video
Wednesday, June 2, 1971
Mikeya, Ileana, and I were the first ones in the Dining Hall on Wednesday morning.
I don't think the girls were really ready to leave the small cabin. Check that! I don't think the girls were ready to leave the bed we had shared for the last day and a half. Nor were they ready to let me leave.
But I had finally acknowledged their championship about an hour ago, when Little Mike had tossed in the towel. And when they clamored for a rematch, I regretfully pointed out that you can't get blood from a turnip.
Puzzled, they looked at me as if I was crazy, and tried to mount the conquered hero again. I then had to explain that conquered heroes, such as Little Mike, would need sustenance and rest before he was ready to go again. So my little princesses, who should have been exhausted, but seemed to be fresh as daisies, drug my weary butt out of the warm bed, as soon as they thought the Dining Hall might be open.
They now flanked me as I dug into the tray they had piled high with food. I noted that they were doing a pretty good job of putting away Mable's vittles as well.
I could say that it had been an interesting two days, but that would be such a gross understatement, it bordered on illegal.
The ritual and ceremony had been mindboggling! And even though the girls had spent hours explaining the history and much of the symbolism behind it, I still found it difficult to comprehend.
They explained that the wooden phallus, called a wa'knachi, was rarely used in mating or fertility rituals these days. If it was used, it was always the brides' choice, they explained. The exception to that was Royals. It was always a part of the ceremony for Princesses. Afterwards, the wa'knachi would actually become a sacred heirloom, treasured by the girls. The wa'knachi used on Mikeya had been carved from the same piece of wood used for their mothers' and their grandmothers' wa'knachi.
The one for Ileana had been carved by her grandfather. The same grandfather who had made the necklace Kalani had given me. Ileana cracked us up with stories of how her grandfather used to tease her about how big he was going to make her wa'knachi, and the worse her misbehavior, the bigger it was threatened to be.
Mikeya was fascinated with the necklace her mother had given me. Well not the necklace so much as the fact that her mother had given it to me. She said her mom had worn it almost every day since her grandfather had given it to her, long before she became the queen. Kalani had told both of them many times that it was one of her most cherished possessions.
So the fact that she had given me her most cherished possession really confused them, until I explained.
"I can understand your confusion, because it is based on an erroneous conclusion on your part. But the truth is, this is NOT your mother's most cherished possession," I explained.
But they both insisted that it always had been.
"Do you know of the inscription?" I asked them.
They just looked at me like I was crazy, saying nothing.
"Maybe they don't know the word," I thought.
"Inscription?" Ileana replied. She was one of the females in my life that seemed to pick up on my thoughts easily if they were close by.
"Of course we know what inscription means! I was just thinking of all the times I sat on her lap and played with it, never realizing it was inscribed. I even took it without asking once, and wore it for a day before she found out. She was so mad! She made me go to the village and clean shells every day for a week!" Ileana added with a laugh.
"Me too. I was thinking of the countless times I had played with it like this and never noticed that it was inscribed," Mikeya added.
I guess I failed to mention that I was lying in the bed with a naked Princess on each side of me. And the whole time we talked, they had each fingered the pendant.
"What does it say?" Ileana asked me like I could read their complicated language.
She laughed at me when I didn't answer right away. So I squeezed her nipple until she moaned.
"I see the words, but what did Mother say they mean?" Mikeya asked.
I saw no harm, so I replayed my memory for them.
She took both of my hands in hers and looked deeply into my eyes. "Michael, as the queen, I thank you for what you are doing for our small nation. But as their mother, I pray that you will make them happy, take care of them, and bring them safely back to me."
I tried to smile reassuringly as I nodded.
Then reaching up, she lifted a necklace from around her neck, and stretching up on her tiptoes, she lowered it over my head. It was a simple leather thong with a pendant. The pendant was an intricate work incorporating a sharks' tooth and two black gems.
"My father was a simple fisherman, and very wise. He made this for me when I was a little girl. He said the sharks tooth was to remind me to be ever vigilant, and the two black pearls, to remind me to 'shae mineo trala heene avaydo' ... to hold tightly, and love deeply."
Picking up the pendant, I examined it closer. It was exquisite! So much of the fine detail work not visible with just a glance. I ran my finger lightly over the sharks tooth and felt the small marks, then looked up at Kalani, the question in my expression.
"I should have known you would notice!" she said with a trace of pride. "It's what made me sure you were the one."
"What does it say?" I asked softly.
"It is what my father told me to be ever vigilant for," she said softly as the memories of that time long ago took on a new reality. It was a rare and private thrill as she was about to witness a prophecy fulfilled.
Finally she said, " ... it our sign for ... the Pele Solakanali..."
I could feel her concern for her daughters and her fervent hope that she had made the right choice.
"It will be as it was foretold, Kalani. When you return to Tapato, prepare to be a grandmother. Twice," I thought silently to her.
Kalani hugged me, a quick hug, and left.
"That was beautiful Michael! How can you say that it is not her most cherished possession after that?" Mikeya asked.
"Simple ... three hours later, with our families as witnesses, she gave me her MOST cherished possessions," I said as I hugged them to me.
When she didn't say anything else, I looked at Mikeya and saw the tears. I smiled but didn't intrude. She was okay, remembering other times. These tears were for her. For her rite of passage from childhood to adult as she realized for the first time what her mother had done for her. Later, she would come to my bed, not as a giggly seventeen year old girl, nor dutifully, as the Heir to the throne, but as Mikeya, a young woman and soon-to-be mom.
Ileana had turned away after I shared the memory, leaving the bed.
I found her on the porch, a blanket wrapped around her as she sat on the swing and looked at the stars.
"A penny for your thoughts?" I said sliding in beside her on the swing. She scooted a little to make room for me and shared her blanket with me all without looking at me or speaking.
"You told her I was going to come back pregnant," Ileana stated. It was not a question, more like an accusation.
I didn't bother trying to explain that those were not really my words. To tell the truth, I'm not sure where they were coming from. But on a couple of occasions since I woke up, words just seemed to come. Usually, they were predicting something, like Kalani becoming a grandmother, twice.
"And that is a bad thing because..." I asked her. I already suspected the answer, but this was one of those emotions she had to figure out for herself.
"It's not a bad thing I suppose. I just don't know if I'm ready, that's all," she replied flatly.
"Not ready... ?" I asked, pushing the subject a little.
"I'll be okay. I guess I wanted to ... you know ... with you, but I hadn't really thought about becoming a mother this fast," she said.
We sat there in silence, looking at the star-filled sky. She was deep in thought and so I spent the time observing her thought process.
Once again, I was in awe of the complex emotions that teenage girls must wade through as they struggle to become adults. I learned several things about Ileana that night on the porch. I learned that she was very bright, having learned both English and French in addition to her native language. I learned that she loved music, but had never had any formal training. I learned she had an analytical mind, but had very little education in math and science.
She was resigned to doing her duty. But somehow, she had not fully made the association of doing her duty with the exploration of her sexual nature. Now, with my pronouncement, she had realized that the price of getting to learn about sex meant she would soon be pregnant. Then she would be a mother, and her teenage life, as well as her dreams of travel and learning would end.
And it was that realization that had her conflicted. She really wanted to fulfill her mother's expectations, but she wasn't ready to do it now.
"Ileana?" I said softly.
She lifted her head and looked at me over her shoulder, but didn't say anything.
"Sometimes, things have a way of working out in a way that you least expect," I told her. "And I know that's hard to comprehend right now."
She just looked at me. If this were forty years in the future she would have said something like: "Duh!"
But instead, she just sighed and hugged her knees tighter to her chest.
I left her there, deep in contemplation, and returned to bed. I couldn't think of anything else to do for her.
It was later that night, or maybe the next morning when the subject of the sword ceremony came up.
Neither one of them had an explanation for it. Mikeya thought she may have read about it sometime, but it had not been discussed during the planning. However, they decided it could possibly explain why A'komi was there.
It seems that, after them, A'komi was next in line for the throne. And even the girls had been puzzled on her arrival. They were sure no celebration of fertility had ever been conducted with so many important persons taking the positions of servitude.
The Queen, the new Heir (A'komi would move up to that title temporarily while the girls were with me), and their brother (who they confirmed had been the drummer), had taken roles in the ceremony usually filled by non-royals.
They spent a good deal of time, in between all the sex, telling me about Tapato and its people. They reminisced about growing up there and discussed both the good side and the down side of being the daughters of the queen. I learned that it hadn't been a big deal until the last two years. That's when their mother had begun the search for the man who would father the future queen. At the same time, she began preparing them for the duties they would soon take on.
I learned that Mikeya will be a great ruler one day. She has a way of endearing herself to everyone without appearing condescending or submissive. For example, when we first reached the small cabin yesterday ... no, it was the day before yesterday ... both of the girls had been stimulated beyond anything I could even imagine. That day had been a part of their planning and training almost since childhood. Their first time with a man, had been a part of their fantasies since puberty. Yet when the time came, it was Ileana who mounted me first.
Mikeya later explained it to me.
"All our lives, as Heir, I was first in all things. So I wanted her to be able to be first in something important at least once in her life. And I know she will always remember and treasure being the first to have you inside her."
I learned that Ileana loved her sister above all others; and when she realized what Mikeya had done, loved her all the more.
Ileana has no desire to serve as queen. She probably panicked the most during the episode Sunday night. She is doing her duty, but is praying she doesn't get pregnant. Unfortunately, she now considers that highly unlikely, as she has discovered she possesses a highly charged sex drive. On experiencing sex for the first time, she immediately decided she had been crazy for waiting.
I learned that the people of Tapato are basically honest and hardworking. They strive for happiness and well-being, but not possessions or things. They tend to be difficult to get next to, but once they accept you, they embrace you fully.
I learned that next to the girls' hormonally driven motivation to explore their sexuality (and in Mikeya's case, her determination to fulfill her royal duty), they were most looking forward to seeing the world outside their island.
This was especially true for Ileana now. She seems to have accepted her fate. Or at least she didn't resist having sex with me. But I noticed she began to manipulate the situation some, avoiding letting me cum inside her when she could.
They had visited Los Angeles and San Francisco briefly on their journeys to and from the ranch, but they were hurried and lacking. So this quest to explore a new world was a rare opportunity, enjoyed by very few from Tapato. In some ways, Ileana viewed it as trade-off. She would get to see the world for a few weeks in exchange for having a child to satisfy her royal obligation.
I think it was then that I decided to show them as much of the world as possible in the short time we had together. I just wasn't sure how to do it.
I spent a little time telling them about my life, at least the two weeks I could remember. I told them what I knew of the accident, the Russians, the attempt on my life by the doctor, our escape from the hospital, and later, from Tennessee.
I told them about the days spent at Anna's home in Pueblo, including my visit with the Old One. This really fascinated them, and I was surprised at how quickly they accepted it. It turns out that the people of Tapato believed in, and had many stories of interaction with the spirits ... although none from recent history.
I told them about the 'icebreakers' and they made me tell it over again as they duplicated my cousins actions on the good parts. I also had to replicate John's stroking Sarah's breasts until she came, with both of them. I embellished that one slightly to include their 'good parts'.
They wanted me to tell them more details of my adventures with the other girls, but I refrained. They were all private and special to me.
I did tell them about my emancipation, and what little I knew of Wagner Industries, but the scope and numbers were lost on them.
I spent most of my time, well maybe second-most of my time, telling them what I knew of New York and Tennessee. They were captivated. So when I mentioned the party coming up Saturday night, they almost had me contact Catherine right then. It was a real dilemma for them, but because it was in the middle of the night, they finally decided they could wait on finding out more about the party, in favor of present fun.
I discovered that the more time I spent with them, the more I admired Mikeya and her determination to fulfill her duty to give birth and raise the child who would be queen after her. I also admired her dedication to becoming the best queen for her people that she could be. At one point, while straddling me with my erection firmly inside her, we actually got into a serious discussion on the merits of benevolent dictatorship. It seems she was constantly looking for ways to improve her people's lives.
I was a little more uncomfortable about discovering that I felt something deeper for Ileana. I understood and sympathized with her quest to be free. She never wanted to be a queen, and spent much of her time laughingly poking fun at her 'royal side' as she referred to it. She kept us in stitches with her impressions of some of the shallow, self-important people they both knew. And her quips and one-liners kept me on my toes. She was sharp as a tack, and had an uncanny thirst for knowledge or information.
At one point, we were discussing music and I mentioned that music was just a form of mathematics. She happened to be under me and literally climaxed as I was saying it. She hesitated only a moment before resuming the conversation. Her sister didn't bother waiting for us to finish. Mikeya simply rolled me off of Ileana and mounted me as Ileana and I continued the conversation.
I never thought that they would replace Grace in my heart. But I had been a little worried that I would find them shallow and self-centered, or worse, no feelings at all.
So I was delighted to find them so warm and open and inquisitive. And sexy too!
I contemplated going back for more breakfast.
If the last two days were any indication, I was going to need it.
We hadn't been eating long, before Natalie, Grace, Nicky, and Randi joined us. Randi and Natalie said hi, as Nicky wormed her way onto my lap, straddling me as she kissed me, trying to tease me.
But no matter how beautiful I thought Nicky was, and no matter how she rubbed her naked titties against my chest, Little Mike was well and truly done for.
"Oh, well..." she sighed giving up. "Next time, don't wear him out so much!" she said teasingly to a blushing Mikeya.
As Nicky got up from my lap, I also rose and taking Grace's hand, led her away from the others.
"Good morning sunshine," I thought to her.
"Hi..." she said out loud.
"Yes, I still love you. Nothing happened to change that. I can sense your confusion and the feelings you hadn't expected. They are nice girls, but they never touched my heart the way you do. You must make this decision for yourself, though. Will you trust my love for you?"
"Oh, Michael! I'm so confused!" she cried. "I didn't think it would be like this! I just don't know if I can handle sharing you."
I remained silent as I held her.
After a few moments, she looked at me and said, "I really need to know."
I arched my eyebrows at her.
"I really need to know what happened, and how you really feel about it," Grace said.
As I realized what she was asking, I stopped and read her. Sorting through all her various emotions, I could detect a strain of resolve, as if she was trying to make a decision.
"Come on!" I said taking her hand.
"Where ... where are you taking me?" she asked hesitantly.
"To grant your wish!"
We stopped at the table long enough to make my apologies to the Princesses. I ask Nicky and Randi to tell them about the party Saturday night in New York, and to see to their needs.
"Okay. I'm sure their mom wants to say goodbye to them, anyway," Nicky said.
Mikeya and Ileana both jumped up at that. Squealing with delight, they headed for the door. The girls had thought their family had already left for Tapato, yesterday, while we were up at the cabin.
I asked Grace to walk with me, and we started down the old logging trail. After a few minutes of silence, I found I could no longer casually read her, so I stopped in the middle of the trail and looked at her.
She grinned as she said, "Mom taught me how."
It was a crude shield. I could have gotten past it easily enough, but I respected her desire for privacy. So, as we continued to walk, I asked her questions. She told me what had happened at the ranch while I was ... er ... busy, and about the change in plans.
It seemed that we were leaving tonight, instead of tomorrow morning. I was going to question her on it, but she moved on quickly. The ranch, meaning Anna and Sandy, was hosting a private farewell dinner tonight, in the Pavilion. Afterwards, we would take a motor coach to Denver.
She told me about watching the ceremony unfold, and how regal and handsome I was in my 'god of fertility' outfit.
Eventually, I asked her why she wanted to know what had taken place with the princesses. I had read her earlier, before she started using her shield, so I had an idea of where she was going. But I wanted her to put a voice to her feelings. I was learning that speaking out loud about our feelings helps us focus them and makes our decision making easier.
So as we walked, she let it all out. I just held her hand and sent her my feelings of love and understanding.
I didn't interrupt, but as she talked, I gently steered us up the path to the plateau.
When we crested the rise, the sun was still low in the sky, bathing the valley and mountains in a warm glow. She stopped and gasped.
"It's beautiful!" and then, "Oh, Michael! Thank you for showing it to me!" and she turned to hug me.
I told her, "Now you know how I feel every time I look at you."
I kissed her, pouring out all the passion in my soul for her. Instantly, I sensed her reluctance, and quickly backed away. A feeling of déjà vu' washed over me quickly, and then was gone.
Most of the evidence of Monday's ceremony had been removed, but the small platform was still there. Taking her hand, I helped her step up on it. I sat facing the panorama before us, and pulled her down to sit between my legs. Her back was to my chest, as I wrapped my arms around her. For a while we were silent as we beheld the vista before us
"Are you sure?" I finally asked her.
She just nodded her head.
So I began to replay for her my time with the princesses. I actually started from the ritual of preparation in the bathroom with Kalani and A'komi. I felt her giggle when she got to the part where they shaved my pubes and ass. She stopped me, and turned around to check out Little Mike, who stirred as she stroked his smoothness.
"Okay. Go on," she said as she turned back around.
I replayed Kalani giving me the necklace, and she stopped me again to examine it.
Then she nodded for me to continue.
I showed her the massage with the tingling oils, and shared how it made me feel. I showed her the rest of the preparation, including the royal ring.
"What does it mean?" she interrupted to ask.
"I'm not sure. Mikeya thought it was important, but wouldn't say more. I guess I should discuss it with Kalani," I replied.
"Okay. Keep going," she ordered.
I shared how I felt as the princesses danced around me and finally what occurred inside the tent. She shuddered as the wooden phallus entered Mikeya. I thought it might have been revulsion, but she was actually tingling with excitement.
I skipped the part that she had seen and went to our arrival at the cabin. As I replayed the girls' sexual awakening, I could sense her arousal. When Ileana mounted me, Grace quickly turned around and pushed me to my back. Straddling me, she lowered herself until my inflated member parted her swollen labia. Then, gently moving her hips to glide over my shaft without allowing me to enter her, she looked at me.
"Well! Go on!" she said expectantly.
When I got to the part where I came in Ileana for the first time, causing Ileana to cum as well, Grace shuddered. And when Mikeya dived to clean my cock with her mouth, Grace ground her clitoris hard against me.
Because of all the activities of the last few days, I was surprised that Little Mike could respond at all. While I was not in any danger of cumming, I was amazed at how erotic and stimulating Grace found it all.
I continued the replay for Grace. I showed her how Mikeya was finally rewarded for her efforts, with a ready Little Mike and how she quickly mounted me. Grace reached between us and tilted Little Mike up slightly and took my length inside her as well, mimicking Mikeya's movements. When Grace felt how I reacted to Mikeya's caresses of my cock with her vaginal muscles, she immediately tried to duplicate them. I heard her make a mental note to ask Mikeya about them later.
We continued like that, with me replaying Mikeya's first time and all her feelings that went with it, and Grace mimicking them. It wasn't long until Grace shuddered in orgasm as Mikeya was coming for her first time with a man.
I stopped the replay as Grace lazily plopped down on me, mashing her breasts into my chest. She was floating softly on her cloud of post-coital bliss, having forgotten her shield. I scanned her, but could detect no actuals thoughts.
After a few moments, she whispered, "Is there more like that?"
I chuckled and said, "You have to understand Grace, that this time with me, will probably be the only time of their lives when they can approach sex with such abandon. After they return to Tapato, the opportunities ... especially for Mikeya ... will be very limited and controlled. The life of a monarch on Tapato has its perks, but it has its downsides, too. So, at least in their minds, this may be their last opportunity for a long time, and they want to experience everything, and experience it as many times as they can!"
"Everything?" she asked.
"Yeah," I nodded and Little Mike, still fairly stiff, twitched inside Grace's pussy.
"I have got to know more. But not right now," she said.
"I have one more thing I'd like to share with you if I could?" I asked her softly.
"I don't think I could take it right now. My coochie's still tingling from the last round," she said.
"Wimp!" I laughed as she slid to my side. "Seriously, this one isn't about sex. Well not too much," I said.
I didn't wait for a reply, as I replayed a conversation the princesses and I had had late last night ... or maybe it was early this morning. Anyway, the girls had been asking me about my relationships with different family members. I had answered truthfully, but without sharing any intimate details. Finally, Ileana asked me to tell them about Grace.
I continued sharing with Grace what I had told the princesses about her. I had really opened my heart to the sisters as I told them about Grace.
Mikeya and Ileana were both quiet as I finished pouring out my heart, until Ileana had finally whispered to Mikeya, not intending that I should hear, "I would give up everything I have ... every title, every privilege, and every future honor ... just to have someone love me that much!" she told her sister.
I thought Mikeya was close to agreeing.
Grace remained still, saying nothing. She had put her shield back in place, and while I could sense its inadequacy, I didn't probe. I respected her need for privacy. But I was dying to know how she felt.
Had I once again misplaced my love for someone? Scenes from my previous life came quickly to mind, and I cringed as I felt the familiar pangs of depression grip me for the first time in my new life.
"Well, Phil. It looks like you've fucked up again!" I thought to myself.
The sun was high in the sky, when I eased my arm gently from under a sleeping Grace.
Mother Nature was calling, and I couldn't wait much longer. I walked out of sight of the platform to relive myself, still mentally cursing myself for falling in love with someone who could never love me as deeply in return.
I smelled the smoke, before I saw the fire. As he had been previously, the Old One was sitting beside the fire, waiting for me.
I smiled to myself. The fear of the unorthodox way in which he revealed himself to me, was long past.
"Why?" he asked.
"Why, what? Why do I love her more than she loves me? Why does it matter? Why do I care? Why do I want her to love me? Why do I NEED her to love me?"
I felt the anger stir in me. Not at the Old One, nor even his question. I was angry because I had already lived one miserable lifetime, in love with a woman who could not return that love. I sure didn't want to do that again.
The Old One just looked at me, neither smiling nor frowning. I knew from previous conversations, that this meant I was asking the wrong questions. But I was angry at myself, and in no mood to play mind games.
"Why the fuck am I here talking to you?" I screamed mentally.
"Well, that's half right," he smiled.
I stopped the mental rant I was preparing and just stared at him.
"Half right?" I thought to him.
Usually, I can figure out his abstract clues. But today, I was both physically and emotionally worn out. I was feeling angry with myself for making the one mistake I swore I would never make again!
"Here," he said, handing me a cup of the boiling brew hanging over the fire.
As before, instead of hot, it was soothingly cool as I swallowed. Also, as before, I immediately began to feel one with the world around me.
This time, as I felt the grasses and the trees, I also felt the rocks and even the earth itself, just as the Old One had predicted. When I felt the earth, I also felt its strength and its agelessness. I could feel the ancient rock formations deep within, and the newest sprout, not yet even bloomed.
Mila
- 18.05.2021
- 28
- 0
Second Time Through Book IChapter 29 Nicky Grace
- 4 years ago
- 24
- 0
Second Time Through Book IIIChapter 5
- 3 years ago
- 25
- 0
