Chapter 276: Warm Welcome
The constant rumbling that had shaken the village brought Kellar’s women outside, their pregnancies entering their second trimester. As they stepped into the plaza to discover the source of the commotion, they froze upon beholding the earth mass resting along the eastern border.
"Kellar... what is that thing?" asked Mila, her eyes wide as she cradled her belly.
"A giant mountain turtle," replied the shaman with a smile, stepping toward them. "And as of today, it is our companion. It will serve as an addition to the tribe’s military."
The women exchanged looks that turned into a blend of pride and excitement. Realizing that a creature capable of intimidating kingdoms now served their husband reinforced Kellar’s authority.
"How have you all been feeling?" inquired Kellar, studying each of them with concern. "Have you experienced any discomfort or ailments?"
"No, husband," answered Mila on behalf of everyone, offering him a look. "We have been doing wonderfully, awaiting your return. It is a relief to see you safe and sound."
"Let us head inside," instructed Kellar gently, guiding them toward their quarters. "I need to examine you all and ensure the babies are well."
Within the privacy of their chambers, Kellar checked each of their physical states. Their bellies displayed an evident curve. Yet owing to their physical conditioning as tribal women and a diet rich in high-rank magical beast meat, their bodies possessed resilience, remaining strong and requiring no strict bed rest.
After confirming that everything was in order, Kellar took time to enjoy a hot bath, washing away the fatigue of the journey. Stepping out clad in a robe, he noticed all of them gathered in the chamber, watching him in silence with expectant expressions.
"Is something the matter?" asked Kellar, raising an eyebrow. "Is everything alright?"
Mila, as his primary wife, stepped forward with a blush dusting her cheeks.
"We know you have been safeguarding our pregnancies for our good... but we have been lonely, husband."
Kellar let out a chuckle. He had forgotten that this world did not operate under the same frailties as his former one, where pregnant women required caution and rest. Here, thanks to the tribe’s constitution and the vital energy coursing through their veins, their physical capacities operated on a different level.
"Of course we can... I apologize for not realizing it sooner," admitted Kellar with a smile.
He let the robe drop to the floor and gazed at them lined up before him, waiting with shy smiles. Months had passed since the last time he had touched them, kept at bay by fear of compromising any of his unborn children.
The night inside the royal chambers transformed into a whirlwind of passion and devotion. There were no orderly turns or waiting; the impatience pent up over months made all of them rush Kellar at once, surrounding him upon the bed lined with furs.
Though none of them were trained warriors—with the exception of Mila, who held the finest physical constitution and raw strength among them—their tribal blood allowed them to surrender without reservation. While Maya, his aunt, and Meli, Mila’s mother, vied for Kellar’s lips and stroked his torso, the sisters Elia and Liora nestled along his sides, competing to please him with touches and kisses.
Amidst the frenzy, Kellar gently gripped Mila by the waist, settling her onto the furs. With a smile brimming with tenderness, he delivered a couple of playful, affectionate spanks to her rear that made her gasp, before leaning down to kiss the rounded curve of her belly with devotion.
"Hello there, little one..." whispered Kellar against his primary wife’s skin, pressing his lips to Mila’s abdomen while continuing his steady, gentle thrusts inside her.
"Kellar!" gasped Mila, her face flushing crimson as she tried to cover her face with her hands. "They can’t hear you yet! How can you even think about talking to the baby while we’re doing this?!"
"It’s the most beautiful thing in the world, there’s nothing to be ashamed of," chuckled the shaman, peppering kisses across Mila’s skin while the rest of his women held their breath.
Kellar didn’t stop there. He moved on to Maya, then to Meli, repeating the gesture with each of them. Pausing between thrusts, he leaned down to press his lips against each of their bellies, calling out:
"Hello in there! Your father is back!"
"They’re barely a few months along, they can’t hear you!" managed Maya to choke out through her blush, bursting into laughter alongside Meli and the sisters Elia and Liora.
The room filled with shared laughter, blushes, and warmth that dissolved any remaining tension. Lia, the mute girl and one of Kellar’s utmost favorites, snuggled tight against his chest when her turn arrived, letting out muffled moans of bliss as Kellar kissed her belly and smiled at her with warmth.
Even Helga, Krag’s former wife, lost her residual shyness when Kellar pulled her into the center, greeting the little one inside her womb before taking her with a slow rhythm, letting the laughter and devotion of all his women unite them as one throughout the night.
Kellar settled back amidst the tangled furs, observing all his wives with a smirk.
"Nobody leaves this chamber until every single one of you is satisfied," declared the shaman in a firm tone, making the women exchange glances.
"Then prepare to be drained dry, husband," retorted Maya with a laugh, leaping back onto him alongside Meli to reignite the frenzy.
Amidst the commotion filling the room, Kellar caught a movement near the entrance. His four handmaidens—Naya, Kaelis, Naida, and Ayla—were watching the scene from the doorway with flushed faces, hesitating between retreating or lingering outside.
"Come here," called out Kellar in a welcoming voice, gesturing toward them.
The four young women stepped forward with hesitant strides into the center of the chamber, keeping their heads bowed. Kellar locked eyes with them and offered a smile.
"Serving your mistresses with dedication and devotion every day is something I am grateful for," spoke the shaman, sitting up amidst the furs as his wives settled around him. "Besides, we are a family here; you have no reason to feel like outsiders or remain on the sidelines."
Kellar adjusted his posture, unabashedly displaying his erect shaft, ready to press forward with the night’s marathon.
"You shall have your share of this as well," added he in a low voice, inviting them into the bed alongside the rest to seal a night of complete unity within the Overlord village.