#Ryley would fight him every step along the way but would only but heads

[searsage]

In regards to your most recent reblog:

ASAAPS,

question 7, 9, & 11

7: Where did the title come from?: a vary sappy thought at probably 3 am regarding Al-an's comment about dimming stars translating to grief and mourning. Ideally imagined as faded saturation...thus resersal would be to add colour. (I am a simple human, it make sense when sleepy = i happy) a splash across a pale sky = healing grief.

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

Yes, but it was really sad, and frankly depressing.

after saving Ryley Alterra finds out about Al-an's existence and finally tracks them down years later using the unknowingly bugged hermit, and comes for Al-an, unfortunatly they only find and abduct Robin as the other two were off world, unfortunately at that time she was with twins, but as the two are not able to save her before Alterra scientist get their hands on her and their would be precursor/human children...

It will would have been a harsh parallel to the Emperor leviathan's offspring's fate.

Obviously It would be dark and pretty dreary one my sister demanded be scrapped, especially since Al-an goes bonkers and strips the memory of it from her along with 90% of their relationship... lol xD

11: What do you like best about this fic?

Shameless infatuation and the potential for many adventures! (And their dynamic!) and fluuufff ´Г`!!

[lovemecharlie]

Day of the White Herb

Every morning on February 9th, upon his wake, Erik would take off from his princely duties and get up at sunrise to summon his 9 live-in wives into the large kitchen. One by one, they'd drop to their knees in observance of the day affectionately coined as the Day of the White Herb. This an annual holiday of the house like Thanksgiving. It was also Erik's birthday, his favorite day. The morning activities were only the kick-off and boy was he excited.

"Happy birthday big nigga," Henny smiled up from the ground. She was the first wife and the first to have her throat stretched. "You wore a ponytail. Good girl, you know Daddy like to pull hair while he getting that neck." In front of the island centered in the kitchen, Henny gripped Erik's thighs and threw her head back and forth on and off Erik's length while her hair wrapped tightly around his thick hand. Her wedding ring gleamed like the saliva dripping sloppily down her chin. "Suck that off my dick right quick," he said with tug. "There you go, princess." They shared a brief wet kiss before Erik stood to plop his dick against the lips of his second wife.

"Knock knock," he said sliding between Aly'sha's soft lips. She took him down easily as he angled his dick down her throat. Her sisters could see the bulge in her neck as his hips moved and he held onto the back of her head. He was enjoying himself and she was showing off, glyucking her little heart away. Aly'sha gasped loudly as her throat emptied and Erik's lips met hers passionately, drool transferring to his beard which he wiped before moving to wife number three. "Don't wipe my shit, nigga," Aly'sha barked. Erik scoffed. "Not everybody wants to taste yo baby drool.. lil one," Erik side-eyed, leaving her to pout.

"My lil rebel. What you wanna do for daddy?" His eyes refocused on Ryley and she was sitting patiently. "Why she get a choice," Henny cut in, "You ain't give no one else a choice." "Cuz it's my party and I'll throatfuck who I want to. Ryley, what you wanna do?" Ryley looked at her sisters and back to Erik. "I wanna... hm. I wanna fuck on the counter but I want it to be covered in hundred dollar bills." "Bitch, is it YOUR birthday," Henny snapped good naturedly. She wanted to see it happen herself. Instantly, she jumped up and ran to retrieve a thousand of her own money and few thousand from Erik's stash. Charlie rushed to follow suit bringing back a thousand in hundreds. "You ain't exactly covered, but then again it ain't your birthday," Charlie said throwing hundreds as her sisterwife got dicked down on the kitchen island. Josephine picked the hundreds up from the floor and threw them again and again. The room cheered as Ryley threw her ass back against the birthday boy, her rhythm only faltering when she was ready to cum. "Good girl, baby, cum on Daddy dick," he whispered in her ear and it was her undoing. She slid back down to her knees and his dick entered the her space again, tapping heavily at her bottom lip. "Now suck it off," he ordered, watching as she cleaned off all traces of her own juices.

"Ngelosi, bring ya ass." It was all he needed to say for Angel to find her place again and drop down to her knees, her mouth opening wide. "Oh you ready, huh?" He stood back admiring her graceful submissiveness before stepping forward again to ram his dick down her throat. "Don't be an angel on this dick, take that muhfukka," he grinned watching her slurp his dick, gagging sounds gracing his pointy ears. "That's right baby. That's fuckin right, no manners on this dick. No fuckin manners." Retrieving his dick, he slapped her lips with it repeatedly before bending to kiss her on her forehead and then her lips. "Happy birthday, my love," she smiled causing him to spoil her with more kisses. "My angel," he murmured before pointing his erection at the next wife, Homie.

"Your turn, thiccums. Eyes on me, and keep that tongue out. Hold her head, Angel." Unlike the previous wives, his Homie struggled a bit, patting his thigh for a bit of air. It didn't make Erik ease up in the least. "Kiss my nuts for my birthday," he ordered and she leaned in happy to oblige. "Good girl," he crooned before moving to Charlie.

"Happy birthday, Daka!" Charlie grinned, her excitement lighting Erik's eyes causing them to crease in quiet joy. "Thank you baby. You put ya hair all up in a bun for me. You know what Daddy like too, don't you. Come here, gimme that throat." Charlie's mouth became a cyclone as she used her hands to twist on his base. He bit his lip as the others watched on. "Mm, suck my shit," he moaned pushing himself further. "Aight... AIGHT chill," he fussed withdrawing his heavy dick. "Greedy ass, save some for Kimora. Come on Killa, got ya titties all out today, no shirt.. Damn. Get you a lil bit."

"I want more than a lil bit," Kimora clarified with a long and slow lick down his shaft. She sucked on the sensitive head of his penis until he pushed her away. Grabbing him back, she dove onto him and used her lips to suction again, like a leech. She was going in for the kill. "We'll finish this later," he promised, pulling her head back to meet her lips with a heavy kiss. He pushed her backward to deter her from grabbing him again.

"Coward. You finish now and we'll watch," Josephine attempted to hypnotize Erik with her eyes, but he plunged into her warm, wet mouth and clapped his hands over her peepers. "Gotta be quicker than that," he grunted pumping his hips into her face. Her head began to bobble like a bobblehead and he quickly jumped back before he could nut.

"Last but not lea-" "Happy birthday, Daddy," Bastion interjected excited for his big day. She wore a headband with a tall Happy Birthday cutout. His smile beamed. He was truly happy. "Thank you little one. You know the drill, finish Daddy off." She sucked on the sensitive head, swiping her tongue on the under-vein before swallowing him like the others had done. She could tell he'd been trying not to nut all the way to this point, but now it was time to let loose.

"Get the bowl," he instructed to no one in particular. Charlie leaped to grab the mixing bowl. She knew the drill by now, she was always the one to grab the bowl. It was tradition. She held the bowl under him and he released a mighty amount of his white seed into it, signaling for the group to stand to their feet.

"Make it pineapple, no, passion fruit with strawberry whip," Charlie yelled. "Works for me," Homie joined in.

"Or just ice cream instead," Ryley added with a frown. "No. Cake. But all those flavors are a stomachache. Just do regular pound cake," Hennessy replied. Aly'sha and Bast nodded.

"Chocolate cake," Angel interjected. "Yeah, because we chocolate," Kimora added. "Josephine, you know what to do," Erik said stepping back with his hands raised, resigned. Every year was the same squabble. Besides, Angel had already baked his cake, a red velvet with cream cheese icing, no cum. This new cummy cake was strictly for the wives. Josephine waved her hands over the bowl of jizz and it turned into a beautiful fluffy batter.

"Here you go Angel, pop this in the often," Josephine grinned suspiciously and Charlie surrendered the bowl with a side-eye.

"Passionfruit?" Charlie mouthed, but Josephine shrugged. "What flavor did you make it," Bast asked looking into the oven.

"Wait and see," Josephine grinned, running from the room to go upstairs. Erik was the next to go and the rest of the wives eventually dispersed. Fourty minutes later, the house reconvened in the kitchen, each person curious of this year's cake flavor. Last year, it was coffee cake.

After a last glance at Josephine, Angel checked the oven. Instantly she stood with a hand on her hip and shook her head. "Leave it to Josephine to pick the thing hardly no one likes."

"Fight me, woman!"Josephine grabbed the oven mit and pulled out what turned out to be a pecan pie. Erik's hard laugh along with the annoyed groans of the sisterwives filled the air.

"I'll eat it!" Charlie shouted as Josephine waved a hand to cool it off enough to eat. Cutting a slice, Charlie could still see pockets of thick preserved cum. "Eww.. Josephine! What the hell?"

"What!" Josephine took a healthy bite of the creamy slice. "It's good eatin!"

The End

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