Author: Sterling
Title: Better Harems Through Chemistry
Summary: A Calamity has wiped out most of the population. A few powerful
men run each surviving nation. They want to repopulate the world
quickly, and for that purpose they need a reproduction rate above
what the women would choose. Using some clever bits of genetic
engineering, the ruling men compel women to do their bidding in
the realm of sex and reproduction, without threat or force.
Keywords: MF,Mf,coer,cons,reluc,het,ScFi,PostApoc,harem,1st,

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/30/2022.

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Better Harems Through Chemistry

Chapter 1

"There is a new girl who is here to see you, sire," said Noah's
servant Ethel -- an older woman, like all of his servants.
"Should I show her in?"

"Yes, please."

The girl looked to be about fifteen, though it was hard to tell
beneath her shapeless work clothes, which were none too clean.

"Hello. What's your name?" he asked.

"Sharon."

"It looks like you just arrived. Did you have a pleasant trip?"

"It was OK," she said, looking tired. Suddenly she came alive,
fire in in her big brown eyes. "I hate you!"

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that... What have I done to make you
hate me?"

"You know... you know what it is... you and the others."

Noah shrugged. "Things are what they are. Are you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, I'm uncomfortable. In fact, in hurts like hell!"

"Oh, dear. Can I do anything to help?"

"You know what it is -- asshole!"

Noah did in fact know what it was. Years before, when she was
still quite a small girl, she had been given the medicine and
told to seek out Noah Andersen in West Aarhus when she grew up
and became uncomfortable. As she had grown up and learned the
facts of life, she learned what that meant more specifically.
When she was maturing sexually, she would start feeling
uncomfortable down in her privates. The only thing that would
relieve this discomfort was Noah's penis -- no other penis would
do. She had to find Noah and let him slide his penis into her --
sexual intercourse. She was in effect his wife -- one of a great
many wives -- and the medicine had seen to it that she would come
to him when she grew up. She had had no choice in the matter, nor
could she realistically rebel.

In the old days, men had to expend a lot of effort making sure
the women were good wives to their assigned husbands. Women ran
away. Some did not willingly perform their conjugal duties,
requiring men to struggle and exert effort to claim their rights.
Other women had secret liaisons on the side and bore the children
of other men. No longer!

"When you are ready to be polite and cooperative, then clean
yourself up and dress like a good girl and come see me again."

"I hate you!" Her voice suddenly turned from anger to
plaintiveness. "But it hurts... so bad."

"Well, the choice is yours."

That afternoon Sharon was shown in again. This time she was
freshly scrubbed, with clean hair, wearing a sexy white dress.
She was right at that age when his wives usually came to see him
for the first time -- fifteen or so. In fact, her breasts looked
a bit bigger, her hips a bit wider, which likely meant she had
been living with growing discomfort longer than most girls did.
No girl came to him before age 14. Girls matured a bit later
since the Calamity.

He found most of his wives quite alluring, but Sharon was
especially so, standing in front of him. She had a lovely round
face, big brown eyes, and her lustrous hair had a wave to it.

"So you say it hurts... Can you show me where it hurts?"

She looked at him reproachfully, then lifted the dress to reveal
her white underpants.

"More specifically?"

She pulled the panties down to reveal a standard set of girl
parts, a graceful mound of smooth skin with a vertical slit.

"There, huh?" said Noah. He felt his cock surging to life in his
pants. "Well, why don't you take all your clothes off and lie on
the bed there and I'll see what I can do?"

As he reached forward slowly to touch her, Sharon stiffened,
pulled up her panties and stomped out of the room, shouting "You
pig!"

Half an hour later Noah's servant showed her in again.

"It hurts?"

Sharon looked down and nodded.

"I would be happy to help you. But last time you were rude to me
and ran away. I don't want to put up with that. Are you sure you
will be polite and do what you're told this time?"

"Yes," she said in a small voice.

Noah paused. "I'm not sure I believe you. Come back this evening
after sunset."

"But it hurts!" she moaned.

"I'm sure it does, but for me to help you you've really got to be
sure you act like a good girl. You're old enough to control
yourself."

"Yes... Yes, sir."

"If you are sure you can behave yourself when sunset comes, then
come see me again."

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The oil lamp suffused the room with a flickering warm glow.

Sharon said, "Would you like me to lie on the bed naked? I would
be happy to do that if you like." She gave a big, fake smile.

"Yes, that would be nice. You certainly don't look happy, so you
don't have to pretend you are, as long as you're obedient and
polite."

"Yes, sir," she said in a small voice, lying back.

Noah stripped and his penis was stiff as he saw this new wife of
his and contemplated making her his for the first time.

"So, point to where it hurts," he said. She dutifully pointed at
her girl slit.

"I'll see what I can do," he said, kneeling between her legs and
bringing the head of his cock against her. With her outer lips
spread, she looked much like girls have always looked, with one
big difference. There was no visible vaginal opening. There was a
small pee hole, and if you looked very carefully, below that
there was a faint vertical line in the reddish tissue -- nothing
more.

"Has your vagina ever opened up before?"

"No, sir," she said. It never did until a girl's husband's penis
touched her labia. Then her tissues recognized his specific
genetic signature and responded.

"Let's see what I can do." He rubbed the tip of his penis gently
up and down her slit, over and over again. After a minute or so
he could see that vertical line becoming more pronounced, making
it apparent that it was where two lips met, and now the lips were
swelling but also starting to move apart. He pushed his cock tip
against the little bit of newly exposed crack, and once again
moved it up and down. It was a lovely feeling. After another
minute, the lips opened more, and then his penis tip started
between them in earnest, starting to enter her body. It took
longer to open a girl up the first time. Later, it would all
happen in under a minute.

"See, you do have a vagina! Is it OK if I slide my penis in?"

After the briefest hesitation, she nodded, eyes closed.

His tip slid inside her, giving delicious sensations, and then he
stroked back and forth, his tip going in further and further each
time, her vagina instinctively welcoming him with hot and wet,
with no need to be taught.

He felt her start relaxing below him. "Is that better? Tell me
how it feels, OK?"

"Yes, sir... It hurts less... The more you put it in, the more
the hurt goes away..."

"Oh, I'm delighted to be able to help. Anything else?"

"Yes... Yes, there is. There is... Do I have to say?"

"Yes, my dear. Yes, you do."

She sighed. "It feels good. Really really good. A kind of
pleasure I've never felt before. I wish it didn't feel good like
that. I don't really want to."

"Because you really don't want to need this at all, right?"

"Well, yes... but I accept that I do need it, sir."

"When the discomfort goes away, pleasure comes in to replace it.
You can't have the one without the other, they say."

"Yes, sir..." she said, gulping. As Noah stroked in and out, he
could see Sharon's eyes momentarily glaze over, and he could hear
her irregular breathing, but she reverted to anxious tension.

"Oh, you don't need to fight it... Just let it feel good. It's
not like it's any fault of yours you feel good. You'll be
happier."

Sharon hesitated, then nodded and sighed. Just then he felt her
shudder and felt mild contractions in her vagina. It was
rewarding to be able to satisfy his mate, and it naturally
increased his own excitement.

"So you know what happens next?"

She gathered her concentration in the wake of her orgasm and
said, "Yes, I think I do... sir."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Really?" He thought he saw a trace of rebelliousness.

"Yeah, I like to hear it. Like to hear a girl knows what's
happening and why."

"Well, you will keep going in and out and then you'll finish up."

"You can be more specific than that, surely," he said with a
little smirk.

"Yes... OK, sir. Your penis will keep going in and out and you
will feel really good, sort of like I did, and then sperm will
shoot out the end up into my vagina while you feel really good.
And the sperm might make me pregnant."

"That's the idea," he said with a smile, starting to pump in
faster and deeper. Ah, to take a virgin! He could feel her
pleasure mounting again, and as he made a final frenzy of thrusts
she moaned her pleasure just as his penis started pumping semen
up inside of her.

After he came down from his high, he slid his penis out. It was
certainly satisfying, to open a girl's vagina for the first time,
relieve her discomfort, give her pleasure, and seed her while
feeling the natural accompanying ecstasy.

He looked at her and noted a troubled expression. "Thank you,
sir... May I go now?"

"If you wish, but you can talk with me too. Are you feeling
resentful and angry?"

"I... No, sir... Not since you don't want me to."

"Ah, dear Sharon... It would be nice if you came to enjoy this.
I'm fond of you already. But you don't have to pretend. Just
don't yell at me or anything, and you can stay a bit. It's up to
you."

She hesitated. "Can I cry?"

"Yes, you may cry."

After a moment she began crying softly, then harder. "And your
sperm is up there now, making me pregnant?"

"Probably not making you pregnant, at your age. But you'll get
uncomfortable again in a month or so, and come back, and after a
few months you probably will. You'd like to have a baby? That's
part of every girl's life, right?"

"Yes, sir..." She hesitated.

"You might choose some other daddy if you could... But you don't
have any choice. I don't either, really -- not unless I wanted to
leave you in agony. So let's make the best of it. I'm not a bad
guy." He smiled.

He was twisting the truth. He had colluded in making her
dependent on him, many years ago, and the plan was just now
coming to fruition. True, he couldn't really back out now, but he
had been part of setting the whole thing in motion.

After fifteen minutes or so she stopped crying, and then slowly
got up and stood beside the bed. "May I go now, sir?"

"You may. You can call me Noah if you wish. I'll see you next
month."

"Should I keep track and be sure to come?"

"Oh, your body will guide you. If you get uncomfortable, come on
over. Girls say they can feel it coming, before it really becomes
uncomfortable, so you can head it off by visiting me when you
first feel it. Avoiding discomfort would be nice, right?"

"Yes, sir -- yes, Noah, that would be very nice."

"Give me a kiss? Well, that's optional."

Sharon hesitated just a moment, then reached in to kiss him on
the cheek.

After she left, Noah lay back, hands behind his head. Oh, this
was all very satisfying, but especially a new girl, and a pretty
one at that.

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A few minutes later the servant said, "Sir?" from outside the
door.

"Yes?"

"Pauline is here -- Pauline Decker, that is. What should I tell
her?"

"Hmmm, I'll tell you in a few minutes..." Noah's cock started
hardening as he thought of Pauline. "Come to think of it, send
her in now."

"Hello, Noah," she said.

"Hello, Pauline. It's three months now, and you haven't gotten
pregnant... Let me do you from the rear... Sometimes that works
better."

"OK," she said with a nervous smile. "I've never done it before,
so I might not quite know how." She stripped and arranged herself
on the bed, on hands and knees and presenting her rear end.

"Oh, very nice," he said. "Just arch your back now." Noah knelt
behind her, nudged his penis between her outer lips and stroked
up and down. It didn't take long for her vaginal opening to
appear, and then he needed little force to thrust his penis into
it. He grabbed her hips and forced it in deeper. Deeper and
deeper until he was in all the way, tip bumping against the deep
end of her vagina. He could tell from her twitch that she found
that uncomfortable. That ws pretty common. His cock was on the
long side. So he thrust for a while without going that deep, and
enjoyed feeling her pleasure build to orgasm, and he kept
thrusting as she built to her second one. His own excitement
built as he thrust. The next part was unfortunate, but he really
did need to make her pregnant, and a deep penetration was key. At
the moment of ecstasy he jammed his cock in all the way and began
spurting. Pauline tensed and cried out -- in pain, he knew, not
pleasure. She was feeling pleasure too, but unfortunately the
pain was much stronger. But despite that it was an especially
intense pleasure for him, and he knew his semen was pooling up
here, coating her cervix, perhaps doing the job that needed
doing. After he pulled out, she turned and said, "Thank you,
sir," before dressing and leaving.

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Chapter 2

In the wake of the Calamity, the earth needed repopulating. The
vicious microbe had killed 95% of the people, the survivors being
those with some sort of resistance to the infection. Many of the
surviving women were too traumatized to be enthusiastic about
having children at all. The others had grown up in a world which
had plenty of people -- more than it should. So in Denmark, if
people had children at all back then it was typically one or two,
and some had three or four, but not many of them. That's what the
women were used to. It was a recipe for a slow population
decline. In neighboring countries, the shortfall in population
was made up from immigrant populations who reproduced at a higher
rate, but Denmark had largely resisted that solution.

The ruling men of Denmark now had a vision of a rapid expansion
of the Danish people, and with it the Danish culture. They didn't
trumpet this plan to the world, because it would be most
effective if other nations did not follow a similar plan. They
sold the plan in terms of wanting to restore bustling villages,
towns, and cities. That was a prerequisite of the pre-Calamity
high civilization, so why not get to it as soon as possible? The
homes and land and factories stood largely empty, begging for new
people to occupy them. There was plenty of food and plenty of
space, and why not move quickly to create people to occupy them?

Some wondered what the hurry was -- why not take their time
re-populating the world? The men had an answer, though they
didn't announce it publicly. If Germany let their population grow
in a more leisurely, natural manner, there would be vacant
villages and sparsely populated cities in Germany. The throngs of
Danes could occupy them, dramatically out-reproducing the
Germans, and making the world more Danish than it was before. On
the other hand, if Poland or France chose a higher reproduction
rate, they might be the ones to spread their culture and their
genes into Germany instead. Worse, emigrants from such nations
might move into Denmark, threatening the very survival of their
culture.

Emigration to other lands was for the future. The job of the
first decades was simply to restore Denmark's population to its
pre-Calamity level.

Much technology was destroyed in the Calamity. The rulers of
Denmark made it a priority to restore genetic engineering. Many
advances had been made that were not implemented in the normal
times before the Calamity for ethical reasons. But now the ethics
had changed, and it was time to use some of them, and modify
people with CRISPR technology. Denmark carefully guarded their
methods. They would have a big advantage over neighboring
countries that could not develop the technology, or not develop a
version that was as refined and effective.

Whatever any particular woman might want, women as a whole needed
to produce as many babies as they could. Each woman had to do her
part -- making babies as long as nature cooperated. A few were
completely infertile or could only have one or two. But the
others -- six babies, or eight, or twelve -- or more.

As the Danish scientists were developing their plan, making women
very uncomfortable during their fertile periods was the main
thing, a discomfort alleviated by insemination. They simply could
not bear for long the pain that came with avoiding insemination.
There were some sweeteners as well -- women started having
orgasms as soon as the penis penetrated them, and kept having
them until it was removed. Menstruation and menstrual cramps were
a thing of the past. Labor and delivery were much less painful
than they used to be. They had even done away with pubic hair --
who would really want pubic hair? The only reason would be if you
wanted to be normal because everyone else had some.

No further modifications would have been required if the goal was
simply lots of babies, but the ruling men also thought it wise to
determine who the fathers should be, instead of leaving it to the
whims of the women or ordinary men. One justification was to
improve the gene pool. But the ruling men also had something more
selfish in mind -- they wanted to father the children themselves.

In the wake of the Calamity, Denmark was divided into units
roughly the size of counties, each ruled by a governor -- though
this was surely "title inflation" compared to the pre-Calamity
usage. These governors were the nobility from which higher levels
of officials were chosen. Each governor was asked to use his
judgment to determine which few men in their county had the best
genes. A high percentage of the time the governor selected just
one man -- himself. That's what Noah, governor of West Aarhus,
had decided. The rulers knew having this option would cement
support for the program among the governors.

The way to limit the women's choice of mates was to engineer them
so the vagina was tightly closed most of the time. The key that
unlocked it and let it open was the genetic signature of a
particular man. Girls were dedicated to a particular man when
they were small, and when they became mature, it was only that
one man's penis that could induce the vagina to open. No force of
arms or policing was needed to create and enlarge a governor's
harem -- with the genetic engineering they had used, girls who
came of age would choose on their own to come be part of the
right harem. It was the way to avoid debilitating pain. Women
could not go to some county they liked better, and they could not
cheat.

With menstruation made obsolete, there were only two times a
woman's vagina had to open -- to let her husband's penis in, and
to let his babies out.

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Chapter 3

Noah could hear the cries of children in the mansion's grounds,
and figured one of his wives was here to be fertilized again. It
was Sarah Knapen. Along with fertilization, a few adjustments
were to be made to her younger children. Her youngest child was a
boy, and he needed fixing. Under anesthesia -- no pain to him at
all -- he would be castrated and his penis mostly removed. He
could expel urine through the little stump, and no one would
mistake him for a girl. A few boys were kept intact in
anticipation of servicing the maturing females of the rapidly
growing population. But this boy was not one of them, and he
would feel no sexual desire or sexual pleasure, and would live
his life as a devoted son to Sarah, helping with the work in
Noah's county. Sarah's next youngest was a girl, and now as she
was four years old Noah knew who she was to be promised to. Evan
Kortmann, two counties to the west. That was where Sharon had
come from. Assigning the girl to the right man was so critical
that he always did this task himself. While some of Noah's
assistants entertained the older children, Sarah came in with the
little girl.

"Sit her on your lap, and spread her legs wide," said Noah, as he
prepared the eye-dropper and filled it with the set of potent
CRISPR compounds. Included in the mix was the genetic signature
of Evan Kortmann.

Sarah did as asked, soothing the girl. Noah didn't bother to ask
her name, as he had no need of it. She had an open vagina, just
the way all girls used to, and Noah opened her lips up, inserted
the eyedropper, and pushed the bulb to expel the fluid. Within a
few months, her vagina would close up tight. She would grow up as
Sarah's daughter, living with her until she reached puberty.
Sarah would tell her a few years before that she needed to travel
to find Evan Kortmann when her body started changing. She would
either do it on her own, or wait until she was goaded by her
discomfort, but one way or the other she would go. Evan would
open her vagina up and begin mating with her, just as Noah had
with Sharon. The governors kept track and tried to give as many
daughters to each nearby county as they got in return. Sending
daughters to other counties prevented the dangers of in-breeding,
while the superior genes of the governors gradually came to
dominate the gene pool.

Sarah's daughter was not upset by the simple and painless squirt
into her vagina, and Sarah released her into the care of her
siblings outside, while Sarah prepared to receive an injection in
the same place, but an injection of a very different kind.

"How many children do you have now, Sarah?"

"Eleven. One pair of twins, you may recall."

"Oh, yes, the twins. Ready for child twelve?"

"Yes, Noah. I am ready. After a while it's routine. The older
children help with the younger ones. They are a joy." She paused
and sighed. "And besides, there's no point thinking about what
you cannot change."

"True, true," said Noah.

Sarah lay back, naked. Plenty of stretch marks, and with some
extra weight in her rear end. Not a girl or even a young woman.
But still fertile and still plenty sexy.

"Last time it took -- what was it, six months?"

"Seven."

He had gotten to do her seven times, and he sort of hoped it
would take a while again, so he could have the pleasure of mating
with her over and over again.

"Getting pregnant is always best, but the orgasms are quite a
treat, and... if nature has in mind that I wait a while to get
pregnant again, I won't mind."

If his wives wanted to and he agreed, they could come to him for
sex at any time, not just when they were fertile. But it was
impolite for him to raise the subject, and for most, the
understanding was that they wouldn't. They were doing their job
and he was doing his. He had enough wives to fertilize that his
appetite for non-reproductive sex was limited.

Noah slid the tip of his penis up and down Sarah's tight-shut
slit, gradually opening it. He then pressed within. Soon he was
in all the way and began thrusting. Perhaps Sarah had delayed
coming to see him until she uncomfortable, because he could feel
her relax as his penis soothed her.

"Wait, wait," she said. Noah stopped thrusting. "I feel better
now, thank you. Is there... is there any way to do that part but
put your seed outside of me instead of inside? My mouth, perhaps?
They say men used to really like that. It is so hard to face
being pregnant again... I'm so tired..."

"I'm afraid not," said Noah starting to thrust again. He could
see the sexual pleasure start suffusing Sarah and see her
fighting against it.

"Please?"

"Feel how your body responds. How could your body react like that
unless it really wanted to get my seed again? To get pregnant
again? Your body knows best."

"Yes, sir," she said, giving up her resistance as the orgasm she
had been suppressing suffused her with extra pleasure. He liked
seeing his mates come. With Sarah, it was especially obvious how
good she felt. So he held off and thrust some more, bringing her
to climax again and again... As her seventh orgasm approached,
Noah concentrated and thrust with more urgency, and then vagina
and penis twitched in unison, as he seeded her once more.

As they rested, he said, "Let's hear no more of these doubts
about pregnancy. We need lots more people, fast, and you've got
to do your part, just like anyone else."

"Yes, sir," she said with a sigh.

At some point nature would stop making Sarah feel uncomfortable
and she would have no need to seek out Noah for sex. It was the
equivalent of menopause, though among the effects of the genetic
engineering was freedom from the discomforts traditionally
accompanying that condition.

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Among the few people other than servants living with him in the
governor's mansion were the two of his sons who had not been
castrated -- teen boys who were destined to move to a different
part of the county and start their own harems. Each of them
already had a few wives who were growing up in other counties --
little girls who had been bonded to his genetic signature. Noah
had also managed to reprogram a couple of his young wives to bond
each of them to a son instead. This was not a sure process, and
not widely advertised, but it had succeeded in these two cases.
It meant that the two boys each had a sexual outlet, to deal with
the strong sex drive that was part of their engineering. Each
girl had been chosen as one who was reasonably fond of the boy in
question and had a strong libido of her own. Each girl submitted
to sex up to four times a day, but the horny young women thought
that was great and confided that more would be fine too. When
each boy had a critical mass of wives, he, the wives and some
eunuchs would set up housekeeping in a distant part of the same
county. Only later would sons and their wives emigrate to
neighboring lands.

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The castrated sons were by design excluded from the reproductive
process in the county, and the governor was the ultimate
authority in all things. But the other males were by no means
simple servants. They saw to the business of running the county.
Along with organizing the industry and farming, they ran schools
to train the new boys, not just in the specific skills needed,
but also a broader education. A few, in some counties, were
scientists, inventors, writers, and artists. In Noah's county was
a respected agricultural research facility, devising better crops
for the world they were recreating.

The girls and women were not excluded from any of those
activities, but their constant stream of pregnancies, and caring
for the children, meant few had much time for such things.

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Chapter 4

"Sir, Rebecca Klein is here."

Noah was worn out, but was still happy to see Rebecca. "Show her
in."

"Hello, Rebecca, how are you?"

"I'm well, thanks."

"I've forgotten how old your younger children are."

"My last girl left a few months ago. Now it's just me and my
sons."

"How old is the youngest?"

"He's twelve now."

"I have a new girl Sharon who just arrived. Would you be willing
to look after her and see she gets settled properly in your
village?"

"I would be happy to."

His wives and children lived scattered among the villages of his
county. Only a very few lived in his mansion with him.

So, why are you here today?" Noah gave Rebecca a sly smile.

"I think you know why."

"I have an inkling. I've already seeded three females today, so
I'm a bit worn out... What about tomorrow?"

"Oh, that will be fine."

Rebecca didn't need sex any more, but she missed it and liked it
now and then. She had been one of Noah's favorites when she was
younger, and he was happy to do her a couple times a year, when
he had space in his schedule.

Her body was nothing compared to the younger fertile ones, but it
still had its charms, and Noah remembered its younger allure,
when he had done her over and over again, giving her a total of
eight children.

After he opened her up, the next day, he paused before entering.
They both liked the moment of anticipation. Then he entered her
and began thrusting. Three orgasms. He knew that's just what she
liked best -- three. And as her third approached, he let his own
come over him, a gentle, lazy orgasm, but still very pleasant.
The seed he pulsed into her would start no baby, but that was OK.
Her orgasms were as strong as ever.

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Noah had a slack day -- only one of his girls had needed an
insemination.

He was feeling horny, so he had one of his servants go and ask
Sharon if she would like to visit him. Sharon was one of the
honored few who he invited to live with him in his mansion.

Sharon flew in and gave Noah a big hug and kissed him on the
cheek.

Seconds later he felt her pulling down his pants and the warmth
and wetness of her mouth on his penis. It was already half-hard,
but she put the finishing touches on it.

With the organ she craved ready to do its job, she lay back on
the bed, naked, and reached out her arms, begging Noah to come
take her.

As he got into position, she took his penis and slid the tip up
and down on her slit, eager to open herself up. Meanwhile, Noah
kissed her ears and her cheeks and her lips, though she was too
preoccupied to concentrate on kissing.

When she felt herself fully open, she positioned his penis tip
right at her opening, grabbed his butt cheeks, and pulled up
hard, forcing his penis into her. Noah was happy with that little
twist -- showing him how much she wanted it. But then he took
over the motion, thrusting his penis in and out, and she started
coming. First the tip would be deep in her vagina, the next it
would be halfway out, and in the next it would be straining up
inside her once more. Sex. Sexual intercourse.

Noah knew that Sharon was up for just as much fucking as Noah
would give her. So he fucked, looking at her pretty face as it
showed her growing pleasure. He looked as it twitched with orgasm
and she clutched his back. He looked as she relaxed for a minute
before her sexy tissues got aroused again and repeated the cycle.
Noah lost count. He guessed it was about the tenth time when he
squirted sperm up into her, and then withdrew.

Sharon's unusually strong initial hostility was in time replaced
by an unusually strong sexual appetite, and she made herself
available whenever he wanted her. She might have wanted to
approach him, but he was the governor, and had many
responsibilities, including sexual ones.

Sometimes he might send her away shortly after they were done.
This time they rested, intertwined. He enjoyed the closeness.
After ten minutes or so, Sharon's fingers lazily explored Noah's
cock. Sometimes it didn't respond, but he didn't mind her trying.

But this time it did respond. Sharon turned over on top of him
and aimed his penis.

"OK?" she asked.

Noah nodded. Sharon's vagina had only closed partway by then, so
it was especially easy for her to use his penis to open herself
up again and and then plunge her open vagina down to engulf him.
He loved fucking her -- she's the one who started using that
word, and he didn't mind at all. He didn't mind when she fucked
him, either, as she was doing now. While still thrusting up into
her from below, he had his orgasm as she had her second.

Sharon was three months pregnant with her second child, but that
didn't lessen her interest at all. During her first pregnancy she
had been eager to get it from the rear when her belly made
face-to-face sex awkward, and he expected that she would be
again. She was one of his favorite wives.

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Despite having lots of wives, it was still a special occasion for
Noah when one arrived for the first time.

"This is Nancy," said his servant before withdrawing.

He looked closely at her as she stood before him.

"Oh, Nancy, you're trembling! Are you... scared?" Something about
her intrigued him.

Nancy nodded, looking down.

"Are you feeling real uncomfortable? Or are you OK on holding off
on the sex for a while?"

"I'm in no hurry."

"Then come lie down with me here and give me a hug -- no need to
take anything off -- well, except your shoes."

When they were lying down, he said, "I don't get as much time to
snuggle as I might like, what with being governor and having lots
of girls and women to do, and so forth. But here you are, seeing
me for the first time... Anything you'd like to say?"

"It's just so different. I'm going to miss my family. And what
you're going to do to me... it isn't very friendly, really, is
it?"

"Oh, yeah. I suppose it isn't exactly friendly. But it's serious
business. When you get uncomfortable that's a reminder of how
it's serious business. Having babies is serious... something we
seriously need."

"You're going to open me up, is that right?"

"Yes, that's the plan."

"Could you... could you like take a quick break when I'm open so
I can feel inside there... to know what it's like before you
stick your thing in?"

"Well, OK. We can do that." He had done it before, though not
often. Most of the girls seemed to kind of accept that their
vagina belonged to him. And later, it belonged to their baby. But
not to her. But he was happy to let her feel.

"Let me know when you're ready."

After a minute she said, "OK, I start my life as a baby factory."

Noah paused a moment. That did seem like a stark way to put it,
but it was true. But there was only one way to make babies -- in
the tummies of females. Both of them naked, Noah rose above her
and slid his cock up and down inside her outer slit, and she
gradually opened. "OK, there you go," he said.

He slid his cock out of the way and felt her hand as she stuck
her finger in.

"What you expected?" he said.

"Kind of.. So tight and wet... Kind of designed for a penis,
isn't it?"

"Yeah, that's just what it's designed for."

"I think I can feel it starting to get tighter.. I guess my own
finger is a foreign object... Maybe you'll have to open it up a
bit more again before you can use it."

Noah did, tip sliding up and down on the slit... It didn't take
long, and then he slid it in the other dimension, bit by bit.
Nancy seemed so sensitive, he took it a little at a time.

"Oh, I can feel it... The discomfort going, and... the pleasure
coming. And more, and... oh, wow..." She shuddered. "I knew they
said it would feel good, but I didn't quite get how good..."

"Seems the least the scientists could do if you've got to be
pregnant a lot is to make the impregnation part feel good."

"Yeah... well, I do want a baby. There it goes again, more and
more... oh, wow!"

"It will keep going like that until I finish. You had enough of
those?"

"You'd do things different for me?" she said with an impish
smile.

"A little."

"OK, one more... no, wait, two more..."

"All right, you sexy girl..." Nancy came again, and started
relaxing, and then Noah went into high gear, pumping fast and
hard and deep, and then... they came together... twitches from
her and twitches from him, though his made her notably wetter
inside.

Then he pulled out, and they lay panting.

Then Nancy said, "And then some day, when I've got 25 kids and
come in here feeling uncomfortable, I'll feel good like that,
really good, so I won't think about how you're starting the
26th."

"Yeah, I didn't make the rules." Though he was part of it, and
voted in favor. "And when you have ten kids, you'll love them
all, and would never dream of saying one of them shouldn't have
been born."

"I guess." After a bit of silence, she rose and got dressed.

"I like you," said Noah. "If you find you like the idea of
getting it and feeling those good feelings even when you don't
have to... I think I'd be willing. Totally up to you, of course."

"Yeah, likely story," said Nancy on the way out.

But she changed her mind, and visited a lot, and then she agreed
to sleep with him at night sometimes. He made sure she didn't get
any special privileges for extra time with him, or any penalties
for declining.. But she slept with him a lot. And came for sex a
lot, even when she wasn't fertile.

Another bit of interesting spice to his satisfying life.

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The women usually lived to about seventy. But genetic engineering
had been performed on the males as well as the females. The
eunuch sons usually died around sixty. As for Noah himself and
the other governors... there was no known limit. The Calamity had
happened two hundred years ago, and it took ten years to set up
the new system. He was one hundred and sixty now, and showed no
signs of aging. He had plenty of impregnating still to do, and
expected to keep enjoying it for many years to come. Sharon and
Nancy were his favorites of the moment, but they would grow
older. Among the flow of new wives would be a few other
intriguing ones to take their place, to keep things interesting.

Humans are like the other animals in some basic ways. They like
to have sex. But humans also understand that sex caused babies.
They want to have babies. Pregnancy, childbirth, and raising
children make women more ambivalent, and they wish to limit the
number of children they have. But men, ultimately, deep down,
want to father as many children as they can.

The Calamity was a terrible thing, of course, but Noah smiled as
he realized how for men like him, the governors, the calamity had
let him come closer to that ideal than anyone did in the old days
-- he ejaculated in lots of different vaginas, often several a
day. Most of those ejaculations were in fertile females, with
only the vagaries of nature between ejaculation and impregnation.
And quite often, nothing went wrong. One ecstatic squirt, deep in
a sexy female's vagina, was all it took to start one more of his
children. He would never grow tired of that. Yum!

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