MGS chapter 70

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Chapter 70

The first issue on my list that needed attention was Autumn’s recent depression. Realistically, I doubted that I could persuade the gods to give her powers back. If they took them away, there was probably a reason for it—a price she paid that could not be refunded. That meant that I needed to make certain she knew that she wasn’t alone, that I saw her and was aware of her struggle and wanted to help her to lose the pain.

I found her that morning, up as early as she had been the day before. Her eyes were saggy and baggy and purple under her lids, her exhaustion and anxiety on full display for anyone paying attention. I didn’t acknowledge it. I just plopped down on the chopped stump next to her in front of the fire pit at the center of Tater Town.

It was just the two of us there. She didn’t acknowledge me as I sat down, except to grunt. Autumn idly prodded at the logs and embers in the fire with an iron skewer.

“Good morning,” I said to her, leaving her some space.

She looked over in my direction and smiled warmly, but it looked like a labor to do so. “Good morning, daddy,” she said.

“Are you planning to cook breakfast?” I asked her, gesturing toward the fire.

“For myself at least. And for you, now that you’re up.”

I smiled at her, letting an awkward silence come between us for a few seconds. “I don’t want to trouble you,” I said at last. “Actually—I want to do the opposite.”

Her head lifted up so that she was staring directly into my eyes. Our quest had aged her somewhat. She’d given more than most, and I owed my life to her sacrifice. The only reason I was here to see my daughters was because of her.

“Bucky,” she said, but her voice faded away.

“Autumn,” I replied, “I don’t know what I can do about your problem, being cut off from the other catgirls. I can’t imagine how hard it is.”

She nodded. “It’s not so much hard as it is incredibly lonely.”

“You don’t need to be alone,” I told her. “I’m here. I’m always here.”

“At night, though—at night things are different. Everyone is asleep, dreaming normally, but now either I’m staring into pitch black nothingness for eight hours as I rest, or I’m having nightmares.”

“That is horrible,” I said, frowning. “I have to believe it’ll get better after some time.”

She frowned, too, shaking her head skeptically. “I think this is it, Bucky,” she said. “I think this is as good as it gets.”

“If the nights are rough, then live for the days,” I told her. “Back when I was working at McDonalds, there was a whole year that I worked the night shift for an asshole manager named Brad.”

Autumn cocked an eyebrow as she pivoted to look at me as I told the story.

“Brad was the worst. Even though the night shift was totally dead, he’d never let us relax. He would always find bullshit for us to do. I got carpal tunnel in my wrist from scrubbing the counters.”

“What’s your point?” she asked, giggling under her breath.

I shrugged. “When I got home early in the morning, I’d sleep for seven hours, then I’d wake up and enjoy my day, playing video games with friends and masturbating until my next shift. Those happy, relaxing days made the nightmare nights so much more manageable,” I said, “so, live for the days, and endure the nights. Until we figure something out.”

Autumn sighed a sigh that broke my heart. I noticed a tear forming in her eye, but she wiped it away. “I’m trying my best,” she said.

“I know you are,” I told her. “Come with me today. Eat your breakfast and come with me into the Watcher’s Woods.”

Autumn perked up. “Are we patrolling together?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I told her. It was a white lie. I had something much better planned. “Basically,” I added.

We shoveled down some cooked meats and eggs, spiced with herbs from the jackalope girl’s fields. I was pleased to hear that her farm had begun to recover from the dragon attack, and that she was back in her own home.

Soon, we were up. The sun crested the hill, signaling the arrival of dawn, and together Autumn and I descended from Tater Town into the farm, crossing through the fields to reach the edge of the forest.

We entered the woods, Autumn keeping her distance—more distance than I would have liked. Part of me wondered if she was ready for what I had planned to spring on her. If she wasn’t, I would make it clear that there was no pressure whatsoever. All I intended to do was show her that I cared, and that I was committed to keeping her happy.

“System Voice,” I grunted under my breath, “Do I have any information unlocked about the Inseminator Quality?”

Her husky, sultry voice came back as sweetly as a churro dipped in honey. “Yes. The Inseminator Quality governs the potency of your seed. It has other interactions with your sexuality, too, able to provide you with bonuses to the the size and hardness of your member, your control over your own orgasms and the orgasms of your sexual partners, and the Marking process.”

“What interactions does it have with marking?” I asked, curious as you might expect.

“Using the Inseminator Quality,” she began, “the volume of seed can be increased so that it is technically possible to fill all three holes in a single orgasm.”

I tried to wrap my head around that, but couldn’t. “Sexy System Voice, that sounds insane.”

“I pass no judgment,” she replied. “Please let me know if you have any other system-related inquiries.”

“One more,” I grunted. I had to be fast. Autumn was starting to edge closer to me. “Can I imbue my cum with, like, mood-enhancing vibes?”

The system voice paused for a moment as she processed the question. After a long, painful silence, I heard her say, “I guess.”

Satisfied, I nodded my head and put my around Autumn’s waist. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t push herself into my arms, either.

“Where are we going?” Autumn asked.

A few steps later, our destination was in view. “Here,” I said, pointing above. The treehouse was waiting, looking down at us from over our heads.

“What is this?” she said, her voice bearing obvious tones of suspicion. “Are you planning to fuck me in the treehouse?”

“Fuck you?” I asked, feigning offense. “Of course not. I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not opposed to the idea, but I don’t think a good dicking is going to solve my issues, daddy,” she said, grinning with only one corner of her lips.

I shrugged. “Remains to be seen,” I told her. “To be honest, my plan isn’t that basic. I had a few things that I wanted to spring on you at once.”

Her head lolled to one side as she sized me up from top to toe. She licked her lips, and allowed herself to smile. “I’m interested, I guess.”

I took a step toward her. Her eyes went wide and she inhaled sharply in anticipation of whatever I was about to try.

My intentions were innocent enough—for now. I placed both of my hands on her cheeks, brushing her slightly wavy golden locks out of her pretty face, One hand went under her chin, angling her lips toward mine. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her. She parted her lips and let me massage her tongue with my own.

I greedily inhaled the scent of her, savoring the taste of her as she melted into me. Soon her hands were on my cheeks, too, and her kitty tail was taut, wavering slowly. She mewled into my lips as I peppered them with half a dozen more pecks. Finally, I pulled back after I’d made my point.

I just stared at her, basking in the beauty of her, absorbing the love that I felt swelling in my core at the mere sight of Autumn’s face.

She blushed and looked away. “What?” she asked cutely. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You know why,” I said.

Autumn nodded meekly. She even grinned at that. “I do.”

“Do you trust me, Autumn?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I think I do.”

“Good. Then trust this. You’ll be taken care of. I can’t erase all of your problems or worries at once, but I will do my best. You are my responsibility, and to prove my devotion, I would like to make you two offers at once today.”

She looked up at me, her gorgeous blue eyes going huge and glossy as she anticipated the next words that would be coming out of my mouth.

“Autumn,” I said, “if you want, I’ve brought you here, to this treehouse, to mark you and impregnate you. If you think that’s something you’d like—”

“Yes!” she said, her eyes welling up, “yes, of course, Bucky! I’ve been waiting so long to be marked!”

“Are you ready for motherhood?” I asked.

She nodded frantically. “I am,” she said. “I planned on waiting—but now I can’t. I feel so alone, and I’m no use to you as a catgirl emissary now, so—”

“Stop right there,” I said, “your value to me isn’t limited to what you can do for me as an emissary to the gods. I hope you know that.”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“Good,” I said. “But, I agree that it’s a good idea for you to move past those duties and expectations. You’ve done what you needed to do. It’s time for something new, Autumn.”

She inhaled a deep breath, which escaped her lips with a squeaking sound when she grinned. “Okay then, daddy,” she said, “Mark me and breed me.”

I smirked back at her and kissed her one more time. “Let’s get in the fucking treehouse.”