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SMUTT AND SEX AND WOW! RASKA POV! AHHHH!

I… Should have known she’d do this to me.

Fingers move up her hips, push aside the gown she’s wearing.

Like… Lyra was… intoxicating before. Absolutely could barely get enough of her. Could spend hours lost to her blaze’s snuggles.

Worry for a heartbeat about breaking our kiss to get it off but… then Lyra growls, and I get that she wants us to just… tear it away.

But with a Rift full of guilt? And… and her going back to the big cunt? Keeping those scars and holding them as some cruel reminder that she shouldn't love again? I dunno. Was worried there would be too much for me to handle.

Even if she still wanted to claim me as hers.

So of course we do. Rip the thing it two before the rumble in her chest quiets. Drop the two pieces away and aside so I can go back to gently raking her soft skin. Can’t help but feel everything and everyone and every part of the body beneath this gerl writhe a bit at how she wiggles closer and bites harder and… and…

Then she had to go and ask if all of me, all of… of us wanted to be a part of this?

Her hands have been gently holding and caressing this entire time. Far softer than she ever did before but… then she’s moving her grip up my arms and kinda…

Ukalon’s Tits… I… We… We don’t know how to do anything but love her for that. Seeing all of us. Despite our growling angry mess inside.

Pins me. Us. But she’s so light we can’t help but giggle into her lips at how adorable this feels. The weight of her soul aside.

“Th- this oke?” She whispers into our gentle testing of her grip.

Open my mouth to answer but… pause.

Turn the question to my Five Flames.

We’ve… Tried communicating more. Especially since coming home while Lyra and her Beloved’s took to figuring out things. And while we don’t agree on much of anything even on the best of days, we all adore the girl straddling us.

And not like how I did and Peva kinda was before. Just… finding another like us to protect and claim as under our care. Enjoy their delight in their body with them. That was all me most of the time.

But then she hugged us. And something changed. Having Five Flames go from either quiet worry and annoyance over a Fae girl, or outright furious murderous contempt to… well, starkly hopeful curiosity, was such a whip-crack.

One that took me forever to get the feel for.

Then she kept hugging us all. Deliberately. Already saw them all but actively offering them her affections just… Like, I don’t know the whys. And even Peva doesn’t wanna share. Makes him burn too hot with bad memories. But she’s made them feel like so many of us touch-starved girls feel when someone finally offers a gentle protective embrace we feel like we can trust.

And even seemed to try and not hug the parts of us that were unsure at first. Let them cool to her touch before nuzzling them as tight as the rest.

Then we started going outside and working to free slaves with her.

Felt like we almost lost Lyra all over again. And… and then she said she wanted more than just friendship and skinship and good gentle soul snuggles with us! Healed those burns as best she could when I begged her to do that.

And asked all of us, just now, if we’d be okay with an Amwella dance with her.

Which like… of course all of us wanted to answer by pinning her to the grass. But also… burned with curiosity as to her plans for us.

Both then, and especially now.

“Yeah.” I can barely get out our lips without it being a growl bubbling with all of our fury.

She grins, as we all guess she can sense our gathered agreement in those words, then her Amwella sparks with…

Oh.

Now I understand why to Wren and others they think of it like the ocean.

But… Dreadweave’s cold bitch tits I didn’t know she could do that.

Above me, Lyra’s Amwella is no longer just… some faint blaze that seems to shimmer and shine from within like everyone else's. Deeper than others. Course. But… was nothing but just more wiggly than most.

Her godthing change did a number but even with the shadows and extra spirits it was still just her soul.

But whatever weird spell or quiet song or… or it just changed something.

It’s… silhouetted. Like some of the hottest flames I’ve seen that burn black and only have a glow at their tips and edges. Those tendrils trailing a blur of the glimmer behind like… like…

Then one reaches down and gently caresses the flesh of our legs, then hips, and… and finally under arm.

Hums and buzzes and titters like some bumbling bug but so much stronger. Like I think lightning might feel if we could touch it or take a bite.

“Still o- oke?” Lyra’s gentle whisper tugs us from the mess.

Only really enough to nod and growl. “Yeah. Wow. That’s… so dangerous. In all the best ways. Wh– what… Is that? Song?”

She shakes her head with such a grin. “N– nope! M– m– messy magic. B– but soft. M– made f– for… um… This. Sex. If too m– much can ad– adjust. S- softer. Oke?”

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“Naw this is perfect. Wow.” I assure her, then let another of the Five prompts me to tell her. “You look… amazing. By the way, especially with this blazing over you.”

She blushes hard, but grins bigger than before. Lets another tendril move down and mimic the other before she pulls back. Pinning me with just soul and hips while her hands move to push some of her hair from her eyes. “Thanks. Oke. Good. G– gonna… try things? Oke?”

We all cackle at that, even growl together with a few of them. “Girl, you can do whatever you want to us with any of those cute little soul tails.”

“N– not so little.” She giggles. “But… Thank you. F– for trusting.”

We consider poking her about that. How she’s the one who pinned us to the grass and learned some weird magic to turn her amazing soul to wreath itself in really good feeling physical stuff. We just… are enjoying seeing her so happy and confident. Growing, despite all the stuff that happened.

But instead we just smile back and whisper. “Welcome. Glad to do it.”

Then she leans down, and kisses us again and… So much harder this time.

All five of us lean up into her fury. Try to dance with the motions of these lips, pathways her tongue trails across and around ours and… and the sway of those hips grinding against ours.

Try to tug our wrists free.

To touch and grip and roll and see if we can’t take the top here. Like I pretty much always could before unless she’d worn me out.

But… Can’t. Ukalon’s tits she’s… the weight of those tendrils is hard boiled iron. Heaviest thing I’ve ever felt. Even more than Wren when I really want to test our limits.

She giggles playfully into us. Presses harder and so much more unbearably. Amwella wiggling with her glee and enjoyment. Teeth take to nibbling our neck as she murmurs wordless encouragement. Still… a bit hesitant. Not sure she’s used to being so in charge of things.

So in control.

So I try to wrestle a bit unfairly. Handle this like how we might another. Buck hips and legs. Knowing that while her soul is heavy as a Rift itself, it’s still attached to her light body.

It works… kinda.

We roll a bit. Her yelp of surprise turning into a giggling growl as I’m able to get above for a heartbeat, but then those tendrils about my wrists get the leverage to tug me back as she pounces. Pins me again. But this time wraps our ankles too. Even sends a couple more tendrils to bind knees and shoulders securely.

Fills this crafted flesh with little titters of vibrations that just… like…

Can’t stop the growling moan that thrums through us. A thing of frustrated need, desire, drowning in endless enjoyment of this.

Lyra giggles again, then… makes everything worse. But in the best ways.

With her teeth and soft hands only start to tug and pull off my clothes. Grinning the entire time and placing endless gentle kisses across my freshly exposed flesh. Pausing everyone few seconds to ask…

“Th– this oke?”

To which we always answer yes. Always more… raspy than the last time. Each of us messily desperate for… for her to…

Then we’re naked and Lyra’s stopped. Is just… quiet. Watching.

Smile devoid of anything playful.

Eyes a bit… watery.

Are about to ask if she’s alright but then she whispers something. More clearly than any of us expect but also so quietly we have to strain to catch the two words.

“Really beautiful.”

Eyes wide and glowing and… and seeing all of me.

Us.

My body. Of course. She was already really adorable when I caught her staring in obvious desire and admiration. But… my Amwella to. The mangled mess of Five extra spirits wrapped about my core and the way we’re… we’re making things work.

Being kinder to each other.

Not sure what to say. Or that I could talk even if I tried. None of us… know how to react to that.

She wipes the tears away before they fall, then leans down to press forehead to ours. Whispers words that cause her soul to blaze softly with them. “L– l– love y– you. R– Ra– Raska. And P- Peva. And... and O- others. N- n- need names. s- sumday. If o- oke.”

I… might have stilled there. Turning cold as dead ashes as I fell to pieces beneath her. But with how much we’re blazing just… it’s easy. To thrum back as we press into this gentle touch. “Love you too, girl.”

She… her tears dribble down across my flesh then. Soft little drips falling while she moves to press lips to mine like… like never before. A careful kiss. One filled with something none others I’ve felt from her have ever had.

Don’t have time to work out those sparks before her soul growls and shifts and begins to twist again. And from the way her hips twist and those sharp talons curl and rake over my ribs sides of our breasts…

“C’mon girl.” I growl into this kiss, letting her feel how all five blaze in yearning. “We’re burning to feel you put this spell and those tendrils to work.”

She kinda... growls or purrs wordlessly, takes one last nibble on our lips, then adjusts to start dragging lips across and down jaw and neck. All while we feel those buzzing vibrating soul tails begin to wiggle and caress at our hips and thigh and… and kinda everywhere.

Well, everywhere but the kindling blaze between our legs. She’s happy to tease all the spots around and about there but never get too close just yet. Takes her time feeling our flesh beneath her affections

Like a hundred fingers and tongues kissing and nipping at us. All while this girl straddles our legs and slowly moves a trail of kisses down our chest. Eventually finding breasts and nipples and… and taking to biting.

We start bucking against her grip on us then. No spark or flame kicking about but… Dead Cinders is it just… so perfect to get pinned by a girl we love in ways we can’t really tear free of if she puts effort into holding us down. Specially one whose soul is as soft as her’s is.

I… kinda expected her to just hold me here and let those tendrils fuck me silly while she enjoyed our tits with those teeth. But… then she slowly, really slowly, starts moving herself down. Trailing her little nibbles and kisses down to our hips and thighs and… and…

Still our everything to wait. Not wanting to… to miss even the smallest thing she’s gonna do now.

First touch of her lips to the pair between our legs is soft. Gentle in ways that threaten to drive us a little crazy with how slow she’s going. And… honestly how much she sees our soul writhing beneath her unrushed plans.

Our girl giggles again, then presses into us.

Starts to explore the folds of us with her tongue. Carefully turning this slowly growing blaze between our legs up into a messy boiling eruption waiting to go off.

All Five spirits burning through me twist and writhe and can’t help but moan and growl at her careful but… really deft tongue play. Even more so when she pulls back, Grinning through a face still dripping with us, then lets a tendril move back to take over but… without actually shoving into us. All so she can crawl back up and hover over.

Not even needing to do anything but whisper a single. “Oke?” before our everything growls…

“Yes.”

She smiles bigger than ever, then leans down to press messy lips that taste of our ember tinted cunt to ours. Kisses us before that teasing tendril shoves like it’s gonna go into us. But slips up and over to our belly playfully.

Cackle into her as we buck and let out a moan that makes our spark dribble and melt and spit annoyed hornii fury.

Just like our first fuck together. When I changed down below and wanted to tease this new wonderful gerl I met with my own gerlcock.

“Please.” We growl before she needs to ask. “Lyra I… We… Please fuck us.”

She giggles again while the tendril draws back. Rubs and nuzzles us like it’s considering toying with us a bit more but… then twists and shoves deep.

Fills us like some snake of lightning decided to make a home inside our cunt. Those… buzzing vibrations sending shocking messy jolts through us.

Even with how slowly she has it slip in and out it doesn’t take us long to crack and erupt this first time.

Orgasm in a shivering bucking hissing growling mess beneath her work.

Lose track of time, for a bit. Kinda drowning and drifting beneath the waves of pleasure that rock through my core and everything. Only… break the surface to feel my mouth and lips whispering to her without my understanding. A litany of… words I don’t get, but know I’ve heard.

One of my Five talking at her?

“Mhm. P- promise Promise!” Lyra whispers, hugs that one and me and all of us with arms and tendrils that no longer restrain.

Wh– what? D– did… Peva is… why did you… Is everyone…?

But my First, who took over our flesh and thrums with his own messy of emotions about all this, holds me close and only murmurs quietly. [Yes. Ember yourself.]

I agree and relax.

Don’t try to take back control for the Five spirits as… as they share words of love and adoration with our girl.

Thank her for choosing us to be hers.

Even… even a few growling really hornii demands to let them get her back for this. But… gently though. Their demands the soft things of little hungry spirits wanting more love from the only soul in the Rifts to fuck them silly in a very long time.