We Bought A Harem 3 (Patreon)

It took an eternity—fifteen entire minutes—but Bart got the whole harem squared away, each set up in her own room with all the necessities provided and special needs from CPAP machines to extra sheets cared for.

“Okay, here’s a falafel… I think. I only learned Farsi three minutes ago.”

“Thank you,” said one of the women, taking the Styrofoam container from him.

It occurred to Bart that even though he’d gotten each of them her own room, none of them were actually making use of them. They were all out here, in the main cave, except for the girl Kon had fetched.

The one he’d brought back, Aisha, still seemed to be in a fugue state, purring contentedly as the others fawned over her, whispering back and forth about the state she’d been in and was still in. Aisha managed a few words about Kon’s treatment of her, but the occasional loud cry from his room spoke more eloquently.

Bart wondered if this was making them curious about the Superfamily. He knew lots of girls had a crush on Superman; Carol sure did. But he wasn’t really the love ‘em and leave ‘em type. And then there was Supergirl and Power Girl, but Bart didn’t know if they were the types to go for other girls. He hoped not.

Tim was up on the gantry, out of earshot, debating with Reddy about what they should do about the situation. Neither of them were too keen on Kon making his way through the girls like an assembly line, but it wasn’t like they could stop the harem from being a harem if they wanted to be a harem—right?

Bart left the debating to them. He should probably speed up there and check if there was anything Tim wanted him to do now, but then Dania petted his exuberant blast of hair.

All she wore was a collar, with several strings of pearls flowing down from it to loop around her hips and between her legs. There were not nearly enough to give her any modesty; she was effectively naked, her long dark hair hanging loose and wild down to the thrusting of her full brown breasts.

“So luxurious! Better even than my own!”

Rahma too ran her fingers through Bart’s hair: “Yes. It is better than yours!”

She looked all but angelic, with platinum curls falling on her delicate shoulders like Christmas snow and blue eyes glowing with cool curiosity. Lengths of gauzy satin only covered her mouth, her arms, and her lower body from a bejeweled waistband to a pair of anklets. And even those billowing ‘pants’ were slit to show off a long expanse of creamy thigh and calf.

Nida touched his costume, stroking it and the wiry muscle underneath. “His clothing is so smooth. Do you think Superboy’s is like this?”

Nida wore hoops of jewelry around her neck, on her wrists, about her waist and ankles. Two circular piercings went through her nipples. Another hoop bound her long blonde hair into a loose bun. Otherwise, she was entirely naked. Her generous breasts seemed the climax of a lithe body described with artistic precision, tawny limbs and taut hips.

“Who cares about Superboy?” asked Jinan, kneeling down to squeeze Bart’s running shoes. “He picked Aisha and Basma! The man has terrible taste!”

Bart could not help but look at her, seeing that she wore nothing but a few rings and necklaces, and a long stretch of nylon that ran around her neck and over her nipples, crisscrossing her body before it went through her legs and was strung between her buttocks, then going back up to her neck to do the whole thing all over again. Her face was even more striking, with harsh yet attractive features. Her red hair was pulled into a ponytail and her belly button was filled with a ruby that caught the light and cast crimson shadows on her slim, taut stomach.

“Aisha didn’t complain about his taste.”

“She smells nice…”

“She always smells nice.”

“Impulse smells nice.”

The four women leaned in, sniffing Bart all over.

“Hey!” Bart cried. He’d never really held still long enough to be touched like this. It was exciting, but he felt a little weird about it. It was like a game he’d never played before. And he’d been out of the VR forever and done all kinds of things—it was strange for there to be something so new.

“His feet are big too!” Jinan declared.

“They are not! They’re exactly the right size for all the running I do!”

“And what about this?” asked Rahma, petting the growing bulge in his costume that Bart couldn’t quite explain. “Is this the right size for… everything you do, lover?”

“Lover?” Bart asked, startled, as Dania bit down on his glove and pulled it off him with her mouth.

She stepped in close to Bart, touching him with her tight, slender stomach and then turning so he felt the wide curve of her hips. Her hands didn’t make contact with him; she left that touching to the others.

“You must be my lover. I’m loving you, aren’t I? Do you love me?”

Impulse blushed and hung his head. “I, uh, I don’t know you that well…”

“Then we should get to know each other,” Dania said soothingly, leading Bart over to a nearby sofa and shoving him down onto it.

It wasn’t the plush, comfortable futon she would’ve wanted for a seraglio, but Bart had already gotten them so many wondrous things. They had to repay him before they asked for anything more.

“You’re scaring him,” Rahma said, meeting Bart’s eyes before he took to staring at the floor instead of at her luscious breasts.

“I’m not scarred!” Bart scoffed. “I’m just all nervous and you’re giving me a funny feeling that I get when I look at you.”

Nida sat down next to Bart. She put her hand on his thigh. He jumped as if he’d just felt a hot poker, landing on the arm of the couch with a minor gust of wind from his speed. The girls fairly cooed when they felt the cool air stir their bodies.

“What’s there to be nervous about, Imp?” Nida had heard some of the other strangely dressed youths call him that. “Certainly not us.”

“I’m not nervous!” Bart protested. “It’s just a part of me that’s nervous…” He turned to Nida. “Right where you’re touching me.”

“Here?” Nida coaxed, squeezing his thigh.

“There,” Bart admitted. “And other places.”

“What about right here?” Jinan asked, standing next to the couch so she could touch Bart’s other thigh, with fingers that crept closer and closer to his bulging erection.

He fidgeted. “Why? Does it feel like I’m nervous there?”

“Why don’t you kiss me?” Dania asked, kneeling in front of Bart to steal back his attention from Nida and Jinan on either side of him.

“I—I—” was about all Bart could manage.

“He doesn’t want to kiss you, he wants to kiss me!” Rahma said, coming in behind Bart to rub his shoulders. “Let me give you a nice massage, my love, that will take care of all your tension…”

“I was about to take care of his tension!” Jinan protested.

“No, I was!” said Nida.

“He picked me first!” Dania asserted.

“You just started touching him!”

Bart turned crimson and hung his head. He really hadn’t meant to make them all start fighting. “Uhh, can I pick all of you?”

That shut up all four of them. “All of us?” they asked as one.

“That includes me!” Jinan said quickly, pulling aside her nylon to expose every luscious part of her to Bart. Bart tried to keep his head down, but that only insured he saw her long, slender legs, her full thighs, and her pink slit under a gauze of ginger hair. “You like what you see?”

“I do, I really do,” Bart confessed, his erection so rampant in his pants that the central red streak of his costume seemed like an extension of it, like he was a walking hard-on more than anything else.

“And wouldn’t you like to put your cock in what you see?”

“I would,” Bart said weakly, “only…”

Dania leaned in sweetly. “Haven’t you ever been with a girl before?”

Bart exulted; finally he could give them an answer they would like! “Oh yeah, lots of times! I’ve been with Anite and Greta and Cissie and Cassie... oh, and Cass,” he added, remembering going to Gotham and hanging with Batgirl when Tim had been busy.

She’d been real cool.

“Then you’re going to be with all of us?” Jinan demanded.

“Yeah,” Bart replied uncomprehendingly. “I’m being with you right now.”

“Finally!” she cried, and squeezed his straining erection through his costume.

Bart went cross-eyed. “H-hey! You’re gonna make me—”

Pop! Bart and the four women were covered in a golden light as a Scout appeared, glowing yellow, all but identical to Bart except that his hard-on stuck out of his open fly.