World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 08

Literotic asexstories – World’s Biggest Harem Ch. 08 by TheCulling,TheCulling
Alisa was exhausted by the time we returned to the hotel. She excused herself immediately and fell right asleep. I assumed she was still a little bit worn out from being homeless, and wondered whether it had been a good idea to take her out so soon. I left her alone and retired to my own room, where I began work on my book. I had scarcely begun, however, when Crystal come knocking.

“Cheers.” She said brightly. “Ready for that run?”

She turned and bent over. “This ass will be yours if you can keep up with me!”

“I thought I already had it.” I said dryly. She giggled and straightened up.

“I’ve been out all day.” I told her. “I’m not sure I really have the time.”

“Hm.” She said. “You can’t keep making excuses.” She sounded accusatory.

“Maybe next time.” I said. “I’ve been really busy.”

I reached forward and grabbed her butt. She rolled her eyes and leaned into me.

“So you’re too busy for exercise.” She said. “But not for sex?”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.”

She flipped her hair back. “You see me plenty.”

“Not enough.” I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back, wrapped one powerful leg around my body.

We ended up sleeping together and watching a movie.

“I was thinking of joining a soccer team.” Crystal told me, as I massaged her feet. “Ooooh, that feels good.”

“Like, a pro one?”

“Yeah.” She said. “Ever heard of the Pretty Women’s league?”

Over the past several years there had been a split between ‘serious’ women’s athletics and ‘sexy’ women’s athletics. The ‘serious’ athletes pushed their bodies to the limit for peak performance, while ‘sexy’ was meant to emphasize natural feminine form and beauty. It felt like the ‘sexy’ version had become infinitely more popular, almost overnight.

“I have.” I said, surprised. “I’m a fan.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course you are.” She said. “Of the bikinis, anyway.”

“You think you can make it?”

“Well I can play.” She said. “And I’m cute.”

“That League doesn’t care how well you can play.” I said. “Only if you can look good while doing it.”

“You don’t think I look good?”

“I wouldn’t be sleeping with you if I thought that.”

We ended up watching a Pretty Women’s soccer game together, the Harpies vs the Vampires. Crystal, apparently, wanted to join the Harpies, but I was a diehard fan of the Vampires.

“Oh come on, they’re just a bunch of goths!”

“I like goth chicks.” I said. “And it’s not often you see so many of them into sports.”

“I guess that’s true.” She acknowledged. “Uh, you will become a Harpies fan if I join, won’t you?”

“No promises.”

We had sex again and she was trying to catch her breath when Alisa came in without being invited. Crystal let out a surprised cry and covered herself with a blanket.

“I’m hungry.” She told me. She had apparently just woken up. Crystal gave me an annoyed glare as she wrapped the blanket around her naked body and made her way into the bathroom. Alisa smiled obliviously as I made her dinner.

“You know, you do have a kitchen in your apartment.” I told her.

“I do?” She asked vacantly, as she took in a deep sniff. “Oh, that smells heavenly…!”

Crystal came out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and came up to us while we were eating.

“Well I’m heading out.” She said. “I can see that I’m not wanted.”

“You’re always wanted here.” I told her, smiling. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… see you.” She said, a little bit disgruntled. She ignored Alisa and made her way to the door.

“She’s kind of rude.’ Alisa commented, as the door shut behind her.

“She’s not used to being around me yet.” I told her. “Honestly I’m surprised that you’re taking all this so well.”

“Taking what so well?”

“Me being with so many other women.”

“Oh I kind of like that about you.” Alisa said airily. “It gives me time to work on my art.”

She was being completely serious. I dropped the subject immediately.

We ate and then discussed what we would do for the rest of the day. It was getting late and I had already spent a lot of time with Crystal. We were busy discussing ideas when Scarlet came by.

“Oh, hello.” She said politely. “Were you busy?”

‘No, we were just thinking about what we should do tonight.”

“Well, I was about to ask you to take a walk with me.” Scarlet said. “But-”

“We can all go together.” I interjected. I took Alisa’s hand. She smiled, and leaned her head into my shoulder. I reached out a hand to Scarlet, and she returned the smile and took it as well.

“Oh, good.” She said, relieved. “I thought I wouldn’t get to spend any time with you at all today.”

She turned and looked at Alisa.

“I hope I won’t be a bother…”

“Oh, don’t worry.” Alisa said. “I love sharing.”

“We went to the Zoo earlier today.” I confided in Scarlet as we made our way out of the building. Both girls clinging tightly to my arm. “It was a lot of fun. If you had dropped by earlier we all could have gone by together.”

“Yeah.” Scarlet said, sounding a little despondent. I wondered whether she felt as if she were being left out.

The three of us made our way to the park. Alisa, a frequent visitor, was quick to point out some of the animals, which made Scarlet very happy. They were busy discussing squirrels and how Alisa had used them in her art when suddenly she looked up.

“Oh… Charlotte!”

I looked as well, and it was the beautiful brown haired girl with glasses that I had seen Alisa doing a portrait of the day I had met her.

“Oh…” She said. She looked rather surprised to see Alisa here. “Alisa… What are you doing here…?”

Her eyes flickered over to me, and I could tell at an instant that she had come here to get that autograph I had promised her. She had the book she had been reading clutched very tightly in front of her, the way one does when you desperately do not want to lose a valued possession.

“Oh, we’re just taking a walk.” Alisa said airily. She surprised me by leaning her head onto my shoulder and staring straight at her. Charlotte pursed her lips and nodded.

“I see.” She said. She clutched the book in front of her and held it out to me. “Umm… sir. Do you remember me?”

I smiled at her.

“Of course I do.” I said warmly. “I take it that you liked the book, then?”

Her face brightened in an instant.

“Oh, very much.” She said. As if embarrassed by her reaction, however, her expression quickly faded. I was reminded of how, as a kid who loved books, I tried to hide it from those around me. It was a personal problem that I had not gotten over until adulthood.

“I’m glad to hear you liked it.” I told her.

“Could you…” She held it up in front of her face, covering it up almost completely. “Sign it for me, please? ”

“Certainly.” I said. I had to let Scarlet and Alisa go as I reached for my pen. I signed it for her and handed it back.

“Thank you.” She breathed, as she clutched it to her chest. “I’ll… I’m looking forward to your next book!”

She was gone in a flash. As she turned her long brown hair blew back in the wind. I watched her go as Alisa grabbed onto my arm.

“She’s really nice.” She said. “She’s always been a good friend to me. I’m glad you’re so nice to her.”

I nodded as Scarlet gripped my other arm. She seemed rather quiet. I turned to look at you.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh yes.” She said, immediately. “I’m very well…”

“You don’t look well.” I chided her. “Do you need to lie down? We could head back now, if you want.”

“No, I’m fine.” She said. As if to prove her point she stepped forward, tugging on my arm. I pulled Alisa along with me, and we continued our walk.

“How do you know Charlotte, Alisa?” I asked. I could feel Scarlet’s fingers grip my arm a little bit more tightly.

“We went to school together.” She said airily. “Neither of us had a lot of friends, so we’ve gotten to know each other a little bit. She’s great to have around when I’m painting… she’s very quiet, and a great subject.”

“It seems like you’re good friends.”

“Friends?” She repeated, surprised. “I suppose we are.”

She leaned her head into my shoulder. I could sense that Scarlet was a little bit uneasy. I turned to her again.

“What did you think of her, Scarlet?”

She made a surprised movement.

‘What did I think?” She repeated. “Um. I was just thinking how popular you are. That’s all.”

I laughed and squeezed her waist. “You think I’m popular?”

“Well, yes.” She said, surprised. “I mean… I haven’t been able to have much alone time with you in a while now.”

That was true. The past several times we had been together, Alisa had been present as well. We had all had fun, but it seemed that Scarlet was beginning to feel a bit neglected.

“Well, Alisa is living in the hotel with me now.” I said. “So that’s why she’s been around so much. Why don’t you stay over tonight?”

“You mean it?” She sounded excited, but somehow a little apprehensive.

“Sure.” I said.

Alisa snuggled her face into my arm and giggled.

“Soon she’ll be moving in with us!” She chirped.

When we returned to the hotel, Alisa left us alone. I kissed her forehead and sent her off to do some more painting, and Scarlet and I were left alone.

“It’s dark now.” I said. “How does a movie sound?”

“A movie would be lovely.” She said, a little bit stiffly.

I picked something at random. I soon wished that I had been a bit more selective when it had come to selecting the film, because it was a spy film about an assassin who fell in love with her target. I found myself worrying that it was a pick made in poor taste, and wondered whether I should say anything to Scarlet about it. But whenever I looked over at her, she seemed completely enraptured. Her red eyes were misty.

When the assassin chose her lover over her role, she burst into tears, and I had to calm her down before the credits even started playing.

“I can’t imagine it.” She told me, as I rubbed her back. “Being in that position. If I had to kill you, I…”

She stopped, looking horrified for a brief moment, before shaking her head.

“If I had to kill someone I loved.” She said. “It would…. I couldn’t…”

“Had to?” I asked. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. That’s what the movie was about.”

She shook her head.

“I have to be an assassin.” She said. She stood up. “I have to cull those in society who would seek to cause harm to others. I have to be the person who will do the things that no one else will. I have to… I have to choose…”

I stood up next to her and took her hands.

“Do you want to be an assassin?”

She bit her lip and nodded, her face firm.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I feel…” She hesitated. And then looked down at my feet.

“You feel.” I told her gently. “That you can’t have a normal life.”

I raised my hand to her chin and lifted it. I kissed her. We stood there for several minutes, our arms wrapped around each other, before she whispered.

“Please… love me.”