World of Women - World of Women – V5 – Chapter 4

After relieving some unexpected stress in the hallway, I headed out from the building. As I passed by the security, the head woman gave me a wink. She had shown me once that she had cameras all over the building, so she certainly had seen not just what I had done in the hallway, but also what I had done in the office. That kind of behavior probably would be a scandal in my old world, but in this world, any sex was a blessing and men could pretty much do whatever they wanted. Even though Valiant was a bit different as far as countries went, it still had some habits that died hard.

Coercion and rape were heavily penalized, but sex between two consenting adults was only mildly inappropriate in public. Even that seemed to be dropped for me. I had a special status where anything I did was overlooked. After all, with the number of male children I had created, I was a national treasure, and that was ignoring the other things I had accomplished in my life, many of them so outlandish that I didn’t even take credit for them.

I noticed that Brianna and Syph were walking like something might be leaking down their legs. Kemala seemed to hold it in better. Her mother properly taught her how to hold it in with kegels or something. There was no saying considering how crazy that woman was. Just before I opened my mouth, though, I heard a voice.

“Clyburn!”

I was already at the door leading out, and then I’d be free of political crap, yet I was stopped just before escaping. Part of me wanted to pretend I didn’t hear him and duck out, but I need the Trey wouldn’t let me just walk away. I turned back around, feeling slightly annoyed, but still showing a smiling face. It was a trick I had learned after countless years of practice.

“Yes, what do you need?” I asked calmly.

“I’m sorry to do this for you, but I only just found out myself. We have a dignitary arriving and I need you to visit them.”

I made a face. “I don’t visit dignitaries anymore. If someone wants to meet me, they can work through Kemala.”

“That’s just the thing…” He scratched his cheek awkwardly. “I don’t think Kemala would say no to this guest, but if you delay, you may offend her.”

I frowned at him for a second, but while he maintained his expression, realization struck me.

“No!” I turned to look at Kemala.

She blinked, staring at me, and then her face turned to horror. “No!”

He sighed and nodded. “It’s the former Mataharin Queen.”

“Why is Mother coming?” Kemala spoke almost scornfully. “She got the babies she wanted!”

“I presume she wants to see Clyburn,” Trey responded. “At least, I’m quite busy right now and it would be better if…”

He looked in my direction, and I couldn’t help but wince before nodding. “Yeah, sure, I’ll handle her.”

It looked like my vacation was over. Although I cared about Talitha, she could be a bit of a handful. Furthermore, she didn’t get along with Mom at all. Since losing her child, I had become a bit of a surrogate child to her, and so my mom felt threatened by her momness. The few times the women had gotten in the same room together, things had gotten violent. Mom almost caused a few international incidents that I had to resolve.

As we left the building, the bubbling excitement that we had started with had been covered in a wet blanket. Kemala looked completely depressed, while Syph and Brianna were looking at her awkwardly.

“It’s okay.” Brianna declared. “At least you have a mum, uuf!”

Syph elbowed her in the side. “What she meant to say is that with your mom coming, isn’t it likely she’ll be bringing your daughters as well? It must be exciting being able to see them again?”

“Ah! Th-that’s right…” Kemala blinked like she hadn’t even thought about that likelihood. “Maybe she brought them…”

I gave her a side look as she seemed lost in thought. “Kemala, when you had triplet boys, I never thought your mom would demand all three of them went back with her to Matahari, but I did say that if you wanted to go with them, you could. You didn’t have to stay here and become my secretary…”

Kemala seemed to snap out of her daze and as soon as she processed what I said; she was shaking her head aggressively. “No, Master! I don’t regret staying with you at all. I do miss my children a little and I want to see them grow up, but all of me already belongs to Master. That’s why I even had them removed… you know, that way.”

She blushed slightly, and I couldn’t help but sigh. Three babies put a strain on the body, and Kemala had spent more of her pregnancy worrying about what I would think than what would happen to her. In the end, she had a C-section so the babies didn’t pass through her downstairs. As for scars, in a world with magic, something like beauty scars didn’t exist. Kemala still had the body of a teenager even though she was in her thirties now, just like me.

“Let’s not hold her up. There is no saying what that woman will say.” I responded.

Kemala nodded, and a few minutes later we were in a car being driven to our next location. The driver was a woman, which wasn’t surprising, even in the country I did. Although men had more freedom to do what they wanted in Valiant than they had in Amarylis, that didn’t mean they resorted to doing grunt work. Most of them still chose clean and sociable jobs like writing, painting, or management. Many of them got the jobs they wanted as well since there was an ingrained bias to help the men out.

I knew that in a few generations when the population started to equalize that this was going to become a big issue. It might even lead to a period where men took over and the world became a patriarchy. Women might turn into second-class citizens after becoming used to stepping aside for men countless times. After thousands of years of matriarchy, however, I felt like such a shift wasn’t so bad. As for the problems of the future, that was for someone who wasn’t me to figure it out. Even in my world where the numbers had always been roughly equal, we had never figured things out. If even those ideal situations had such trouble, how was someone like me going to solve the global battle of the sexes?

Rather than driving back to my little mansion, one of the few buildings that had been constructed on this landmass where space was limited and given specifically to me and my family, we headed instead to an area near the edge of the island. There was a massive cliff that hung a few hundred feet over the ocean, and hanging off of it were countless bridges held up by propellers. In truth, it looked like taking one step on those bridges would cause the whole thing to plummet into the ocean underneath, but with the introduction of some choice magical arrays, the entire thing stayed afloat.

Stepping on the bridges felt not much different than stepping on solid land, and the ropes were high enough and sturdy enough that even falling over the edge was difficult. There were dozens of people walking up and down the paths. Some were even transporting large cargo off the ships and into small boats. Between every bridge was a massive flying vehicle suspended in the air. This was the airfield of Valiant. Since goods could only be brought to the island via ship, that meant either the airfield or the dock had to be used, and our airfield blossomed as a result.

There was one airship that drew my eye more than the rest. First, it was larger and grander than most of the other vesicles used for trade and supplies. Secondly, I recognized the flag on it unmistakably as the flag of Matahari. I barely managed to brush myself off from the car when I could heard a family voice and a massive retinue putting my two guards and secretary to shame.

“Yes, yes, I’ve arrived, darling. Yes, I know. I know that as well. I must leave now. Yes… yes… by now, bye darling.” The person on the phone stops right in front of me before closing her phone with an audible click.

She looked me up and down, pursing her lips like she was surveying meat at the market. “You’ve lost weight. You look too skinny.”

“Hello, Talitha.” I put on a smile.

Her lips tightened and she glanced next to her. “Kemala!”

“Y-yes mom!” She nearly jumped out of her skin as she straightened back even more than I thought possible.

“You had one job. Take care of this man. Is it so hard for you that you can’t even manage this much?”

Kemala looked like she was about to cry. “He never seems to want food. I try to feed him three times a day though.”

“Three times. That’s your mistake. A busy man will only take food half the time it’s offered to him. That’s why you offer it six times a day!” She declared.

“R-really?” Kemala looked like she was listening to this nonsense.

“Talitha, I’m fine.” I leaned forward, whispering slightly. “Why did you come here unannounced?”

“Are you here to take us to our quarters?” Talitha demanded of Kemala, practically pretending I wasn’t there.

“I will, Mother. If you follow me…” Kemala gestured aside.

Talitha nodded and brushed past me, but stopped as she got near Kemala and then waved casually behind her. “Oh, and you probably wish to see these rugrats as well.”

We followed her gaze to see a group of people who had previously been hidden behind Talitha’s retinue but were now standing to the side. The first were three boys. They appeared to be in their teens, just hitting the age where they could develop masculine parts. They were all dressed in what was considered fine Matahari attire, which included robes and sandals. Each one looked about the same as the next. They were all handsome with small light brown faces.

“Salutations.” One of the boys stated.

“We greet Mother.” The next added.

“And father as well.” The third one followed up.

“My boys.” Kemala smiled.

“Diego, Daniel, David… right?” I asked, nodding my head.

The three boys gave each other a look and then nodded. “It’s as father says.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but the three boys walked on without saying more. I would have flagged them down, but two women approach holding two equally beautiful young girls in front of them. The girls looked to be a bit older than the boys, but they had their heads down and acted more demure. My eyes first processed the old woman whom I recognized.

“Terah, Neriah…”

“Clyburn.” Terah nodded.

“Cal… ahem… Clyburn.” Neriah quickly added.

“These must be my daughters then?” I held out my arms, although the two girls looked nervous and uncertain, looking back at their moms.

I had only seen them a few times, and the last time had been nearly nine years before. At that point, they weren’t even growing sexually mature yet. It felt kind of bad, but I had so many kids there was no way I could be there for all of them.

“Come on.” Terah shoved her daughter. “Amor, say hello to your father.”

“You too, Gloria,” Neriah added.

The girls finally stepped forward and made a courtesy. “We greet Father.”

The two girls immediately ran after their grandmother as if afraid to be in front of me for a moment longer. I couldn’t help but laugh, scratching the back of my head. Neriah ran after the two of them, but Terah stopped and put a hand on my arm.

“It’s not that they don’t want to get to know you. It’s just that they don’t know what to make of you. They heard stories of their father, Caleb, and it’s hard for them to understand how you’re their father as well, but you’re not the Caleb in those stories.”

“It’s fine.” I squeezed her hand. “We’ll work it out.”

She seemed to relax at that and nod. She pulled my hand and kissed the back of it before running after Neriah and her girls. It did hurt a little, but I understood. They were told their father was Prince Caleb, who had died. Most people believed this to be true. How could a mom explain to a young girl that her real dad was another man in spirit? Even if they could come to accept we were the same if they heard about the evil things Caleb did, how could they separate them from me? I couldn’t both be the same as their father Caleb but not the Caleb who abused and tortured countless people, including one of their mothers. It was no wonder that they didn’t know how to act around me.

I was just about to turn and follow them when I saw a final person walk up to me. She was much younger than the other girls, only about six years. She walked up and then tugged on my pants. I looked down at her and smiled.

“You must be… Talitha’s daughter?” I predicted.

“Are you my daddy?” She asked, her face expressionless.

“I am.” I agreed, nodding.

“I’m also your sister.” Kemala declared, smiling at the girl too.

She nodded to herself. “I see.”

With that, she walked past without another word. That entire time, she hadn’t reacted at all. Kemala and I looked at each other, then back at the girl’s retreating presence. At that point I recalled we were supposed to be leading this group, not trailing behind them. The pair of us left after them while the rest of their retinue followed.

Kemala was a smart enough woman to have a limousine waiting for Queen Talitha. The car we had come in was perfectly nice, but it wouldn’t have fit so many people. A few more cars were added to the motorcade and we set off to the building that functioned as the diplomatic mansion. It hadn’t been built from scratch like mine but recovered from a preexisting building that might have once had some judiciary purpose. It had protective walls and was safe enough for anyone staying in Valiant, and thankfully no other diplomats were staying at the time.

The drive to the diplomatic building put me in the car with Kemala, Talitha, Terah, and Neriah along with the six children. Everyone was dead silent, and that was making the awkwardness increase for me to the point I felt like I needed to say something.

“The King of Matahari should be taking the throne soon.” I looked at the three boys. “Talitha wanted me to give her boys. I never thought on the fifth try I’d end up getting triplets.”

Technically, Talitha getting pregnant had happened later and unintentionally, but I had successfully impregnated Terah, Neriah, and Lyra before ever leaving Matahari. Unfortunately, they all ended up having girls. They also didn’t have Caleb’s genetics at all, but my own. Lyra’s baby was white, and the other two girls appeared to be half-white.

This convinced Talitha that they needed a baby biologically related to the royal line whatever the cost, eventually leading to me impregnating Kemala. When we found out it wouldn’t just be boys, but three boys, we had been ecstatic. The plan had been for Talitha to take one of the boys, and then we’d keep the rest. Yet, as soon as they were born, she had demanded all three. Her reasoning wasn’t bad or we never would have accepted it. She said that the other two boys would always function as a source of danger for the one picked to be king. They’d have just as much claim to the throne, being triplets coming from the same source and without a patriarch to decide. The two who didn’t get to be king would always resent the one who got selected by random chance.

Our only choice then was to let her take all three of them and raise them all to be princes. In the end, the one who was the best would be decided. Yet, seeing them now, they seemed to all be on the same level. None of them seemed to be differing from the others, yet there was no tension between them either.

“We decided we won’t take the throne alone.” One of them stated.

“Not without each other.” Said the second.

“All three of us will rule.”

“Uck… I was hoping you could talk to them!” Talitha wore an irritated expression. “For all of my attempts to get them to compete and fight, they’ve become completely dependent on each other. It’s frustrating.”

“The country used to be run by a council. Maybe having all three of them wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing. Maybe, if you have them each focus their education on one specific aspect, then they would gain more of an individual identity. The three of them could be better than any one person because each one focus on a specific skill. What do you think of that, Talitha?”

“Tsk…” The woman made a face before looking away.

“Um… Talitha?” I tried again.

Her body stiffened and she turned even more away from me.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, feeling a bit helpless.

“I keep hearing some annoying buzzing sound. It doesn’t seem to know how to properly address me.” Talitha responded icily.

“Huh.” I blinked, looking at the other girls, who only shrugged as well. “You mean… um, Mother?”

“Oh? Now, he remembers her? Yet he still gives her such a cold name.”

My face wilted slightly, and then I forced myself to say it. “Mommy.”

“Sweetie.” I had lowered my eyes, but when I looked up, Talitha was leaning toward me with her eye filled with intensity.

Is that what she wanted? She wanted me to call her mommy. Even my actual mother wasn’t that bad!

“Mommy…” I repeated.

She smiled, her eyes rolling like she was experiencing intense pleasure. “I was worried you’d forgotten. I was almost ready to sit on your face until you remembered where you belong.”

Why were Kemala, Neriah, and Terah all looking different ways? She’s your mother too! No, she’s your mother period. I came in Morgan! I mean… I came out of Morgan. First one, then the other! Gah! If Mother heard me calling Talitha mommy, I’d never hear the end of it! This night actually might be my last, and I’d be killed in a fight between two crazy mothers!

Those were the thoughts running through my head when the car came to a stop. I barely had time to react as everyone fled the limousine. The girls grabbed up the six children and then fled like there was a bomb about to explode. It wasn’t until the doors slammed shut that I realized I had been left behind. As I reached for the door handle, I heard a distinct click as the lock closed.

I looked back to see Talitha with her one finger pressed on the lock, and the other finger rolling up the privacy window.

“Um… mommy… we’re at the hotel.”

“The hotel is crowded.” Talitha huffed. “I prefer something more private.”

“Oh, look, there is a group of schoolchildren walking by.” I pointed outside, only to feel a body press against me.

Talitha grabbed me and spun me toward her. “My naughty son abandoned me in another country, and he never even acknowledges me unless I beg. Can you believe I had such a bad child as that?”

“Talith-” Her expression darkened. “Ahem… Mommy, it’s not like that.”

She put her finger on my lips. “I think I liked my original idea. My baby is going to have to be taught where he came from.

“B-but I didn’t…”

“Shhhh!” She shoved my head to the seat of the chair and squatted over me.

With her body hovering over me, she lifted her skirt and then pushed her panties to the side, revealing the brown lips of her aroused cunt.

“This is mommy’s pussy.” She spoke almost patronizingly. “You should be familiar with this place that housed you for nine months.”

“M-mom…” I liked to roleplay just like the next guy, but Talitha was taking it a bit far. “I – Mmmnn…”

“Shhh… taste it… get a good taste of mommy’s pussy.” She had bent her legs and pushed her cunt right onto my mouth.

I wanted to say something, but there was nothing I could say through the mounds of wet flesh, so I decided to lick my way out instead.

Her juices were delicious. It wasn’t too sweet like some women, but it was still very feminine. It was a taste that took me back to a time when I had more energy and experienced more adventures. In those days, my life was always on the line while I fought demons and banged bitches. I started to enthusiastically lick her, my tongue exploring her depths as I recalled that period of my life now a distant memory.

“Mm… mm…” She shook as I kept licking at her pussy. “Oohhh, yes…! Baby… lick mommy’s pussy.”

Talitha moaned softly. With each lick, she arched her back and pressed down further on my face. Every time my tongue hit the top of her clit, she would arch up again and push against me. I had to admit that I liked this feeling. Encounters with Talitha often left me at a disadvantage, so it felt nice to have that kind of power over her.

She continued to gyrate her hips, riding my face as my tongue started to slide in and out of her at a rhythmic pace.  I didn’t feel out of breath, so I kept going harder and harder. My eyes closed and my mind wandered to memories of a past life. I remembered Matahari, both the good times and the bad. I remembered the time I spent as Caleb. It was around that time I had met a certain little girl too.

“Ahh…!” Talitha cried out. “Baby… warn me before you bite.”

I had bit down when I had a sudden unpleasant thought, but Talitha was a bit of a masochist too. Her voice was filled was arousal and excitement. She seemed to enjoy the pain.

“Mm… mmn… yesss…”

The smell of her pussy was overpowering. She had an overwhelming sweetness about her that made me want to lick her forever. The smell of her aroused me in ways I couldn’t explain.

“Ohhh… ahh…! Ahh…! Oh God, yes…! Mommy’s going to cum all over your face! Yes, yes…! I’m going to cum all over your face!”

Her pussy twitched and spasmed. With each wave of pleasure, she arched her back and pushed her groin up into my face. Each twitch sent a jolt through my body that seemed to ripple down my fingers and toes. I felt the heat coming off of her pussy, and it felt like it was emanating straight into my brain.

I could tell she was close. She reached down to grab my hair and pulled me closer to her.

“Aaaahhh!” She screamed suddenly. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Oh… oh God, yes! You’re making me cum so hard! I love you, baby!”

The warmth of her pussy ran down my chin, and I swallowed as much as I could. At the same time, her thighs tightened around my head, and she let out a long deep moan. The whole room went quiet. I could hear only my breathing and Talitha’s.

Talitha collapsed on top of me, panting and trying to catch her breath. She leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Do you remember who I am now, baby?”

“I wiped my mouth sheepishly. “Yes, Mommy.”