Aidan

The Realms

Sixthday, 4th week of the 11th month, Age of the Chosen 1

Mid-Evening

Caer Macht, Mistvale Highlands

Aidan's lovers took turns feeding him small bites of food straight from their hands. The three who weren't so occupied trailed teasing touches across his body. Nothing overtly sexual, not that it stopped him from rising to the occasion. Feminine fingers caressed his arms, chest, back, shoulders. Soft lips laid gentle kisses on his cheeks and neck. From time to time, one of them would lean forward, pressing breasts capped by hard nipples against his bare skin for a few seconds before retreating again.

All the while, they brought a steady stream of finger foods to his mouth. Rich steak, succulent fruit, buttered vegetables. He accepted each, chewing, swallowing, opening his mouth for the next. Even if Aidan wanted to speak, he wasn't given the opportunity. As Brighid told him, the day was about them, but Aidan's ladies had other ideas about his last night at home.

When, at last, they were satisfied that they'd slaked Aidan's hunger, they transitioned to stoking his lust. Brighid settled down behind him, drawing him back against her until her breasts cradled his head between them. Aoife slid forward, leaving a damp trail on his thigh as she pressed her heavy breasts into his chest and sandwiched his manhood between their bellies. Sunnild and Ailis leaned in from his sides until Aidan was engulfed in nude, nubile women from every angle.

"I love you, Aidan," said Brighid into his ear. "You mean more to me than I could possibly express. You are my everything."

"I love ya, Aidan," came Sunnild's voice a moment before her lips pressed against the crook of his neck. "Ya protected me when I needed it, then let me fly free ta make my own mistakes. Ya mean th' world ta me."

"I love you, Aidan," the litany repeated before Aoife drew him into a short, passionate kiss. "You saved me, cared for me, showed me that there's still hope. Anything I can do for you, I will."

That only left one. "I love you, Aidan. You came to us in our darkest hour and provided a shining light to lead us forward. I do not deserve you, but I will fight to the last to keep you." Ailis kissed the corner of his mouth, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"I can't say whether I love you or not." Aidan stiffened at the unexpected voice. "I get the feeling that I'm playing with fire," Eldrid said, then let out a snort. "Pun not intended. But, when your little harem here asked me to come tonight, well, I guess there's more moth in me than I realized because I couldn't stay away." She appeared in Aidan's line of sight, as gloriously naked as the others, and wormed her way in between Sunnild and Aoife.

"Why?" asked Aidan, still reeling from the surprise.

"Because we love you," answered Aoife, Eldrid's harshest critic. "Because I've been watching you watch her."

"Because tonight is about you," came Ailis's support, "not us. Even if you do not love her, you want her."

"Because we know you love us," said Brighid, "and nothing here will change that."

"'Cuz yer gonna sleep with her on th' road anyway. I might as well get ta enjoy seein' those boobies bounce. What? It's true!" Sunnild's declaration broke the serious mood. Even Eldrid laughed. Well, Aidan already knew she wasn't an ultra-devout Catholic since she was willing to use birth control. He just hoped Sunnild didn't push things too far too fast.

"Let's move this to the bedroom," suggested Aoife, "before we make any more of a mess out here." Murmured agreement came from all parties.

Once they reconvened, the women insisted on keeping Aidan the center of attention. Aoife arranged a few cushions on the bed, leaned back against them, then pulled Aidan down with his back to her and his head cushioned on her lush bosom. "Rest," she urged him with a gentle smile. "Let us do the work so you'll still be fresh tomorrow."

"Does anyone mind if I get things started?" Eldrid asked. I wonder if she's going first so she doesn't have to taste anyone else on me? Both questions remained unanswered as the Captain tucked a strand of bright blue hair behind her ear and bent down over his lap. Soft hands stroked his thighs, pushing them a little further apart. Then midnight blue lips parted to make way for a bright pink tongue. Eldrid looked up into Aidan's eyes as she licked the underside of his shaft.

He'd been hard since halfway through his bath with Sunnild, but seeing Eldrid making doe eyes at him while she knelt between his legs had Aidan on edge. She displayed a degree of submissiveness he'd never seen in her before. Gone was the struggle, the contest, the fighting for control. Part of him missed it, hoped it'd be back in the morning. The rest of him exulted as he reached down and guided her mouth to his tip and watched her part her lips obediently. Then his dick vanished into wet, sucking heat.

"Is she a good little cocksucker?" Aoife asked. Her hands stroked his chest as she watched from above him. "She looks so good with those dark lips wrapped around you. Is she good, love?" Aidan moaned out an affirmative. "I always wondered what it was like for a man. To feel your dick sink into a woman's body. To conquer her, plunder her depths, mold her around you." Aoife's hips wriggled against his back, her wet sex grinding along his spine.

"She's good," Aidan said, speaking to both of them. "Her lips are wrapped tight around me. They feel so soft, like a ring of pillows gliding down my skin. Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue is rubbing all along the underside of my cock." Aoife's squirming increased. "She's taking me deep, now, her throat opening up and squeezing tight around me. God, so good."

"Yesss," hissed Aoife. "Fuck her throat. Make her take you all the way to the root. Choke her with your dick." Aidan broke Eldrid's gaze to roll his head back, looking up at Aoife. She wasn't looking at him at all. Her gaze was fixed on the woman between his thighs.

Eldrid's gullet tightening around his length brought Aidan's awareness snapping back to her. She swallowed again, and Aidan groaned in pleasure. Strands of hair tickled his thighs, but he no longer had any thought to spare for anything but the woman impaling herself on his manhood.

Seeing that she successfully regained Aidan's attention, Eldrid started to bob her head. She swallowed his entire length until her nose pressed against his pubic hair, then backed off before plunging down again. With a flash of surprise, Aidan realized that Eldrid was keeping his tip in her throat at all times. How could she breathe? Yet, she showed no sign of distress as she continued to deep throat him for minutes on end.

"Fuck, Eldrid, I'm gonna come." The idea of her actually choking herself on his dick brought him to the precipice. It wasn't the thought of hurting her that did it but rather the ultimate submissiveness inherent in her doing it without prompting. Eldrid swallowed around him again, once, twice. His hips rose up off the bed, beyond his control, pushing deep into her willing esophagus.

Aidan felt it, felt himself falling past the point of no return. Then, in a flash, Eldrid lifted her head from his groin, her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, pumping it as she pointed it down toward her chest. He cried out as his climax surged through his body and watched as Eldrid painted her pale peaks with his seed.

Aidan slumped back against the soft cushion Aoife provided, panting. Eldrid looked past him, a smug smile on her face. Ah, there was the competitiveness. It just wasn't directed at him now. "That's how you make a man come with your mouth, little stray. Two minutes from start to finish."

Aidan was pretty sure it'd been longer than that, but he hadn't exactly had a stopwatch running.

"Hmph. That was at least five minutes, you hussy. You'd think a merchant would have a better head for numbers. And I can do better than that anyway."

Aidan opened his mouth to intervene before things got heated—the last thing he wanted was for this to dissolve into a fight—but Eldrid's next words stopped him.

"I bet you can't."

"You're on! When I win, you'll be the bottom bitch for the night. You get to make sure everyone's nice and ready for Aidan's cock when their turns come up and only get to come while you've got your tongue buried in one of our pussies."

"As if. I'll be a gracious victor, though. When I win, all you have to do is admit that I'm a better lover than you."

"Ladies..." Aidan didn't like where this was headed. Aoife was already pushing him up and slipping out from behind him, though. Eldrid Invoked a quick spell, washing all evidence of Aidan's orgasm from her front, and slipped in behind him.

"Don't worry," she whispered in his ear. "I'm not serious about this." Eldrid drew him back until their positions were the reverse of what they'd been a couple of minutes ago. "It's just a way to break the ice. I know I'm a sensitive topic. This way, she gets to 'prove' she's better than me, and I get to show I'm a team player."

Aidan shook his head and settled back into Eldrid's embrace. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up with the internal harem politics. He had to pray everyone would keep acting in good faith, or it would all come crumbling down.

"Time starts when I take him into my mouth," Aoife declared. She knelt between his thighs, looking determined and delicious.

"Bullshit. You're just going to jerk him off until he's ready to pop." Eldrid rubbed Aidan's side, a reminder that she had a plan.

Aoife glared at her rival. "You just got him off. Even Aidan needs some recovery time."

"He's had some. If he's not all the way hard, maybe it's just because you're not doing it right."

"Ladies, if I may propose a compromise?" Ailis's voice cut through the squabble. "Aidan was already quite worked up when we began, so it would not be fair to make Aoife start from scratch. However, Eldrid also has a point. There is too much potential for cheating if you get to decide when the clock starts."

"So, what are you getting at?" Aoife frowned at the silver-haired Chancellor.

"I am impartial in this matter. My only goal is for Aidan to enjoy himself tonight. I will act as the judge for this contest, and I will ensure that the conditions are as equal as possible. Is that acceptable to you both?"

After a moment of thought, both Eldrid and Aoife agreed. Aoife sat back on her heels to give Ailis room to work. The Druid didn't use her mouth, however. She reached down and wrapped her long, slender fingers around Aidan's shaft. He was still half-hard. There was no chance he'd get any softer this early in the night, not with Eldrid's breasts acting as a cushion and Aoife about to give him one of her amazing blowjobs.

Ailis stroked Aidan's cock, pulling his attention back to the matter at hand. Her thumb sought out and found the little bundle of nerves on the underside of his tip, rubbing in circles around it. She bent down next to Aidan. "I know what Eldrid is doing." Her words came out as a faint breeze blowing past his ear, making him shiver. "It is a good plan. And, once it is done, you will get to watch Eldrid bring pleasure to the others. Can you picture how delighted Sunnild will be with blue hair where red is now?"

Aidan tore his gaze from the pale hand on his dick and the voluptuous woman waiting her turn to give him a blowjob. On the other side of the bed, Sunnild and Brighid were keeping themselves busy. The young harpy lay back against a pile of pillows, her legs spread wide. Between those athletic thighs, scarlet hair shifted and glinted in the light. Sunnild's fingers were tangled in Brighid's hair, directing Aidan's Soulmate on a tour of her glistening, hairless pussy.

As directed, Aidan imagined Eldrid in the same position. He watched in his mind's eye as the cerulean temptress crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, her firm, round ass swinging behind her, her muscular thighs framing her own sodden sex. Sunnild would be treated to an equally tempting view as Eldrid's massive mammaries swayed beneath her, pale pink nipples almost touching the sheets.

Eldrid would be assertive in ways that Brighid would never be for Sunnild.

Her hands would grasp her panting target by the knees, spread tanned thighs apart, baring wanton flesh. She wouldn't dive right in, though, not even with Sunnild's hand resting on her head. No, she would tease the teen. Her lips would lay a trail of soft kisses from knee to groin. She would lick and suck at the crease there, so near to where Sunnild wanted her.

Their eyes would meet then, Eldrid looking up to gauge her prey's limits. Always quick to come, Sunnild would already be squirming, writhing beneath expert attention, her hips and hands moving, trying, failing to force Eldrid's mouth to her soaking wet center. Aidan watched Sunnild's desperation grow, always enjoying seeing his little dove abandoning herself to ecstasy's grasp. He took vicarious pleasure as Eldrid decided to take pity on the harpy, centering herself between wide-flung legs, bending down, her lips parting—

"There, I believe he is ready for you now, Aoife." Aidan jerked back to reality as Ailis's voice pierced the bubble of his thoughts. He looked down between his legs in time to see the voluptuous catgirl lean forward and take him into her mouth.

"Oh, shit, Aoife," Aidan groaned as her rough tongue swirled around his sensitive shaft. There was no such thing as a bad blowjob, barring unfortunate use of teeth, but Aoife's catlike tongue was unbelievable. Dozens of short, stiff, blunt-tipped barbs scraped across his skin with every pass, stimulating every nerve ending in his cock. He arched up off the bed, needing more contact.

Aoife moved with him, tilting her head, letting his tip nudge into her throat. She held onto his base, keeping him from plunging too deep, but it didn't matter. The tight passage convulsed around him as Aoife swallowed, then she unleashed her second killer weapon. She started purring.

One of Aidan's hands flew to her hair, the other clawing at the bedsheets. The pleasure washed over him in waves, each one resonating with the one before it, building, building. Aoife's golden eyes looked up at him, watched his reactions, matched his desires. Her tongue coiled around him, rubbing his sensitive flesh with pleasure on the edge of pain. Purring, deep and loud now, set her throat vibrating around the inch of him buried that deep inside her.

"Aoife," Aidan said. "Oh, fuck, kitten."

Eldrid shifted behind him, bending her head forward so she could whisper in his ear. "Go ahead, Aidan. Give your little kitty her cream. Come for her. For us."

That did it. Stars exploded behind Aidan's eyelids. He thrust up, only Aoife's fingers circling his base keeping him from choking her. Spasms wracked his body as his cock pulsed in her mouth, once, twice, then she pulled him out, the rest of his orgasm splattering across her face, neck, and breasts.

"A minute and a half. Aoife wins."

"Yeah, you hear that? You can't hold a candle to me, you blue-haired witch." Aoife's voice was scratchy but triumphant.

"I concede defeat," Eldrid said from behind Aidan. "Shall I start with you while one of the others has some time with our man?"

Aidan noticed the collective possessive there, but Aoife didn't seem to. She rose from between Aidan's legs and threw herself onto her back off to the side. "Fuck, yes. Get over here. Lick all his seed off me, then get your head between my legs. Gonna come all over your haughty face."

Well, that worked out. For now, anyway, Aidan thought to himself. He sat up, reluctant to lose his pillows but knowing the night was far from over. Eldrid stood and made her way to Aoife, knelt down, and started to lap at the sticky white strands covering the catgirl's front. The angle left Aidan staring at her puffy nether lips, flushed red and glistening with arousal.

His view was blocked by an athletic body settling onto his lap. "Hi," said Sunnild. She beamed at him from mere inches away.

"Hi, you," Aidan said back, returning her infectious smile. "You're claiming me next, I take it?"

"Mm-hm," she agreed. "I called first tonight since I was the last to spend time with ya today." She reached down between their bodies and stroked his manhood. "Mm, good enough." She lifted up off his lap for a moment, agile fingers directing him to her entrance, then sank down, down, all the way down in a single smooth motion.

Sunnild's grey eyes fluttered closed. Shudders passed through her body, her inner walls pulsing around Aidan as a mini-orgasm washed over her. "Oh, I love how you feel in me, Aidy. You fill me right up to the end." Her hips rolled, grinding, circling against his lap.

"Aidy?" Aidan asked with a laugh.

"Mm-hm. My Aidy. Didn't feel right ta keep callin' ya love, or Lord, or any of that." Her eyes opened halfway, giving Aidan a languid, satisfied look. "Those're Brighid's words fer ya. Needed my own."

Aidan chuckled. "If that's what you want, I guess I can't argue." He settled his hands on Sunnild's hips. Just holding on with a light grip, still letting the younger girl have control. She leaned forward, pushing at his shoulders until he took the hint and fell back onto the bed. Sunnild fell with him, catching herself with her hands next to his head, leaning over him as her hips sawed back and forth.

"I love ya, Aidy," she said and kissed him. Her tongue squirmed against his lips until he let her in, then sought out his to wrestle with. Sunnild grew wilder with each passing breath, writhing on top of him, ravaging his mouth, thrusting harder and harder atop his cock. At last, she broke free with a gasp, sitting up, then leaning backward. Her hips rose now, letting half of Aidan's length pull free of her clutching depths before slamming back down.

The arch of Sunnild's back thrust her perky breasts out, drawing Aidan's eyes to them as they wobbled in time with her gyrations. He slid a hand up from her hips to cover one, smiling as it fit perfectly—as he knew it would. "Mm-hmm," urged Sunnild with a moan.

"I love you too, Sunnild, my songbird, my little dove." Sunnild's mouth opened, short pants and gurgling moans echoing from within. "I love your gentle spirit. I love the steel in your soul that keeps you from giving up." Her motions grew more frantic. "I love your accent. I love your lean, athletic body. And I definitely love how easy and often you come for me. Go on, sing for me, Sunnild."

"Ah! Aidan!" Sunnild hunched forward, jamming herself down on him all the way to the root. Her thighs clamped tight against his. Inside, her walls rippled and spasmed around Aidan, trying to coax another load of seed from him. He wasn't ready yet, but he knew how to get there. Aidan sat up and pushed Sunnild onto her back, following her down and pinning her beneath him without ever pulling out of her clutching depths.

"Nooo," she protested, pushing against his chest with weak arms. "We're supposed ta be doin' all the work." Defying her words, Sunnild's legs spread wide, then wrapped around his waist.

"Don't worry," Aidan growled in her ear, "this won't take long." He thrust against her, setting a rapid pace. Sunnild mewled and twisted beneath him, making a token effort to escape while managing to lift her hips to meet his every stroke.

"I love that you're carrying my daughter in your belly," Aidan said. Sunnild cried out, her hands now scratching his back instead of pushing him away. "I can't wait for you to lay so we can get started on a sister for her. I think I'll spend that last month with just hands and lips so I can knock you up again right away."

Sunnild convulsed in a new orgasm. Almost there. Aidan redoubled his efforts, thrusting faster and harder. He grunted out a last message as his breath grew short. "You'll be the origin of a whole dynasty. Constantly full of my babies. Mother to every one of my kids, harpies. Or. Not." She came again, screaming, pulling him into her with every muscle in her body. Aidan joined her, pinning her hips to the bed as he lunged and thrust, spurting his fertile seed in the deepest reaches of her already pregnant belly.

After a few moments regaining his breath, Aidan leveraged himself up off Sunnild. Her limbs fell away with his movement, sprawling out in a semi-conscious jumble. As he watched, her right hand snaked its way onto her belly.

"You are so sweet with her, my love," Brighid said as she pressed herself to his back. "Do you need to rest? Some water?"

Aidan shook his head and leaned back onto her shoulder. "I'm good," he said.

A quiet giggle answered him. "I know you are. I can see that all over Sunny's face." Brighid's arms wrapped around his waist. "Did you mean what you told her? About the babies?"

"Yes and no," he admitted. "Most of it was just dirty talk." Brighid's hand found his softening manhood and started stroking. Aidan leaned his head back onto his Soulmate's shoulder. "I wouldn't really make her into a baby factory like that. It's not healthy. The body needs time to recover."

"But if it were safe, would you?"

Aidan closed his eyes. By now, Brighid had plenty of experience pleasing him. Her fingers stroked the underside of his shaft until he was hard enough to wrap her hand around. The remnants of his and Sunnild's combined climaxes still coated him, providing copious lubrication. Brighid gave him full, twisting strokes from his base all the way to the tip and back. He allowed the pleasure to distract him for a short while, then let out a sigh.

"I'm not sure. I don't know that I could be a good parent to that many children. It's hard enough being a good fiance to four adult women. Adding in swarms of children, too?" He shook his head. "I only have so much time and attention to spare, and I don't want to be an absentee father."

"You will be a good father," Brighid's voice was soft and soothing in his ear, "no matter how many or few children you have."

A few seconds passed with nothing but the sounds of a sloppy handjob filling the air. Then a moan from Aoife made Aidan open his eyes. Eldrid was on her knees between the voluptuous catgirl's wide-spread legs. Clawed hands raked through bright blue hair as Aoife's cries grew louder.

"Do..." Brighid started to speak, then trailed off. When she didn't start up again, Aidan twisted until he could see her face. His lover was biting her lip, a blush—embarrassment, not arousal—staining her cheeks.

"What is it?" Aidan asked.

Brighid's emerald eyes flicked down, then to the side, before returning to his. She nibbled on her lip a little longer, then asked, voice barely audible over Aoife's approaching orgasm, "Do you think... you will have a solution for our... fertility problem by the end of winter?"

Ah, Aidan thought. Some collateral damage from that dirty talk. He reached up and pulled Brighid's head down into range, then kissed her with as much possessiveness as he could muster. The hand on his erection slowed, the motion growing erratic. When Aidan broke the liplock, both of them were out of breath.

"Is someone feeling a bit jealous?" he asked, teasing.

Crimson hair flew as Brighid shook her head. "No!" she protested. "Not jealous. Just, um," she shifted, her cheeks glowing hotter. "I want two. Children, with you. And Moongraced Centaurs are not very fertile on our own. We live a long time, so we have a harder time with children. No twins, ever. So, um."

She hesitated again, then rushed on, her words tumbling over each other. "If you are going to give me children, we have to take advantage of every chance we get." Her blush was incandescent now. "My cycle is unusual. Long. Every two years, give or take. And it should start in a couple of months."

Aidan let out a quiet chuckle. Brighid never acted this bashful around him before—that was more of a Sunnild thing—and he found it endearing. "Well," he said, still teasing but with more authority in his voice, "then we should make sure we get plenty of practice. And you've done such an excellent job getting me ready. Turn around and present yourself, Brighid."

To his surprise, his lover shook her head. "I will if you command me, my Lord, but tonight is about you. Let me do the work. Please?"

Aidan raised his eyebrows. "I'm not sure how you intend to do that, but I'm eager to find out."

After one final stroke of her fingers along the underside of his erection, Brighid let him go. "You will need to kneel, I think, to get the height right," she said as she repositioned herself in front of him. Aidan did as she requested. Brighid sank down onto her belly, then edged backward until Aidan's knees pressed against her flesh.

A hand came around from behind Aidan to take hold of his erection and point it at Brighid's entrance. A heartbeat later, a slender body with small breasts pressed against his back. "Allow me," Ailis said. "Just lean back against me." Then, in a softer voice, she told him, "Brighid did this for you. She is worried that you will grow bored of her. She is being silly, and I told her as much, but it is still eating at her."

Did what? Aidan didn't get much time to process that information. As soon as Brighid felt his tip nudging at her slick folds, she shifted her hips, then pressed back, swallowing him to the root. There was always something special about making love with Brighid, and Aidan could no more stop the groan rising from his throat than he could keep the sun from rising. Then his Soulmate's inner muscles coiled tight around him, turning his groan into a strangled gasp.

Brighid had always demonstrated incredible control over her Kegel muscles—or whatever passed for them in a centaur—but this was a whole new level. Aidan swore he could feel individual ridges wrapping around him like hot, wet, velvety fingers. Unbidden by thought, his hands grasped at Brighid's rump, holding on for dear life as her pussy squeezed and stroked his shaft and head.

Then she started moving. While her muscles gripped tight, Brighid rocked her body back and forth. It felt like he was getting a handjob, a blowjob, and having sex all at once. Aidan sucked in his breath and pushed back against Ailis for leverage to thrust in counterpoint to his Soulmate. Ailis caressed his chest and thighs, adding fuel to the fire. Aidan's entire world narrowed to those points of contact.

Velvet walls rippled and writhed, stroked and slid and squeezed around him in a maddening dance of ecstasy. Brighid moved faster, harder, and Aidan could do nothing but match her pace. Formless fingers tugged opposite to his motion. An impossible tongue swirled around his tip as it plunged into the deepest reaches of Brighid's tunnel. White-hot pleasure cascaded through his mind.

Aidan let out a wordless cry and arched, thrusting, pulling at Brighid's haunches with futile strength. Even as the first rush of semen surged forth, the muscles clinging to his shaft started a milking motion. They clutched tight around his base, then slid upward along his length. Another ring squeezed down an inch past the first and repeated the action, then another and another. Aidan twisted and writhed and thrust, helpless, senses overloaded, for endless seconds before collapsing back against the woman behind him. Darkness swallowed him whole.

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Feminine voices. A musical giggle. Soft hands playing with his hair. Aidan groaned and opened his eyes. Green eyes and a ruby smile greeted him. "Welcome back," Brighid said. Amusement danced in her gaze. "I think that is the first time any of us have managed to make you faint from pleasure."

"It is," he managed to croak out. "What in the world did you do to me?"

"Nothing you have not done to the rest of us," she responded, then stuck out her tongue. "As to how? Do you remember when I reached Apprentice in Sex and asked if I should take the Courtesan Profession?"

Aidan blinked up at Brighid. A vague memory floated up to him. "Yes? And I told you only to do it if you wanted to."

"Well, I decided I did want to." She bent down forward and kissed him, gentle and loving.

She did it for you. Ailis's words echoed in his mind. Aidan wanted to ask if she was sure, if it was a good idea, but bit his tongue. Whether it was or not didn't matter anymore. Brighid was more than capable of weighing the costs and benefits for herself, and it sounded like she'd talked to Ailis about it as well. The best thing he could do now was to be appreciative—which was easy enough, given the circumstances.

"It was amazing," he said. "Was that Magic Hands, then?"

Brighid's smile broadened. "Among other things."

Aidan leveraged himself back to a sitting position and looked around. Brighid was right at his side, of course. Ailis was behind him, a soft smile on her lips. The other three women were in a tangle at the other end of the bed.

Sunnild's toned thighs were wrapped around Eldrid's neck as the blue-haired woman slurped and sucked at the harpy's hairless pussy. Periodic gasps and groans interrupted her oral attentions, each accompanied by her hips jerking against Aoife's face. The feline woman, in turn, clamped her thighs around one of Sunnild's hands—the other was tangled in Eldrid's hair.

With a chuckle and a wry shake of his head, Aidan turned his attention back to Brighid and Ailis. He sat up on his knees and pressed a kiss to Brighid's lips. "Did you manage to come before you knocked me out?" he asked her.

"No," Brighid replied with a shake of her head, "but I do not mind. I already told you, tonight is—"

"About me, yes, yes, I know." He couldn't help but laugh. "But I'm not one to take without giving if I can help it, and I can." Aidan turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Ailis. "And don't think I'm going to let you get nothing out of tonight either."

Ailis opened her mouth, no doubt to protest, then closed it with a snap of her teeth. Pink arousal suffused her cheeks as Aidan's tongue-shaped Magic Hand started lapping away between her hind legs. Brighid, on the other hand, didn't need the oral attention. For her, Aidan went straight to the big gun. A loud, guttural moan rose from her lips as he thrust a phantom phallus into her.

"I wanted to show my appreciation for all of you today," he said in a conversational tone. "And I do appreciate the thought behind tonight. But I find it harder and harder to just lie back and relax while others do the work. So please forgive me for taking a more active role."

He kept things slow with Brighid, not wanting to push her too far too fast. Ailis, on the other hand, he doubled down on. She would fade into the background if he let her. Instead, his Talent had her panting and whimpering within a minute. Quiet as she tended to be, those soft noises spoke as loudly as Brighid's full-throated moans.

Satisfied with his work on the centaurs, Aidan cast his eye toward his other three women. Tonight's supposed to be about me, right? he asked himself as he considered his next actions. Sunnild already got time with him tonight, and he'd have to push Eldrid aside to get at her anyway. Eldrid, though, was on her hands and knees. Aoife's face was still buried between her thighs, but it wouldn't be hard to nudge her aside.

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Still, he'd have plenty of chances to fuck Eldrid in the coming days, and Aoife hadn't had anything more than a taste of him either. His gaze narrowed in on Sunnild's fingers plunging into Aoife's soaking wet pussy. Yes, that would do. He knee-walked over to the pile of women, leaving the two centaurs moaning behind him.

None of the threesome seemed to notice Aidan's approach. Not until he seized Aoife's thighs, anyway, and spread them wide apart. Startled, Aoife jerked her head out from under Eldrid, then flopped back down again as Aidan aimed and thrust. Her legs spasmed against his grip, but Aidan held her in place until his groin met hers. "Keep going," he told her even as he formed two more unreal copies of his cock. Aoife moaned and wrapped her arms around Eldrid's hips, pulling the blue-haired woman down and redoubling her efforts.

Then it was Sunnild's and Eldrid's turn to express shock as they both felt Aidan thrust into them without warning. A chorus of feminine moans filled the air. Aidan had to grit his teeth as, even with the sensitivity turned down, he felt four dicks sliding in and out of four hot, wet, tight pussies. With a thought, four became five, and Ailis's voice joined the others.

Aidan still had one Magic Hand left to use, so he distracted himself by cycling it between his lovers. Illusory fingers strummed Sunnild's clit, a phantom cock sank into Brighid's ass for a few thrusts, an unreal tongue overlapped the dick plunging in and out of Ailis's pussy, ghostly teeth scraping against Sunnild's nipples. Every few seconds, Aidan changed his target and the shape of his Talented appendage. The mental effort helped keep the pleasure from overwhelming him.

At least, it did until two pairs of breasts—one set large and heavy, the other petite but pert—pressed into Aidan's back and two pairs of lips nibbled on either side of his neck. Four hands stroked him, kneaded his flesh, teased his tail. Aidan's coordination faltered.

"You are being selfish, Master," Brighid panted in his ear. "Trying to give and not receive. Bad Master." Her teeth closed around Aidan's earlobe as she stifled a moan. Ailis's quiet gasps mirrored her daughter's. She had no words for him, but she sucked and bit all over his neck.

Marshaling all his willpower, Aidan refocused himself and doubled down. Instead of moving everything in sync, he listened to his skill-granted instincts and sought the pace best suited for each partner. Brighid wanted it fast and hard. Ailis reacted best to slow, powerful thrusts that would have set her whole body shaking. Sunnild appeared to be in a mood for something slow and tender to counteract Eldrid's frantic tongue-work. The blue-haired Chosen, in turn, craved the sensations of Aidan's cock buried deep inside her, moving in short, sharp stabs. Her round butt rose higher into the air, thighs spreading further apart, instinctively moving to provide a better angle for penetration.

Abandoning her feast, Aoife squirmed up into Aidan's lap and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her breasts, huge for her frame, jiggled against his chest with every thrust he made. "Fuck me," she panted, head tilted back to meet his eyes. "I don't care anymore." A whimpering moan. "You've tamed me. I'll marry you. Be your woman."

The knot of Aoife's emotions in the back of Aidan's head unraveled without warning. Lust hammered away at him, but that wasn't what made him stifle a moan against his lover's neck. "I love you," she told him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, claws scraping his scalp. She bent her head to the side, baring herself to him. Within, warm, golden waves of love enveloped Aidan's mind.

"I love you," Aoife gasped again. Her breath was short now, words coming alongside panting breaths. "Love your hugs. Your kindness. Your strength. And I fucking love," the word coming out in a crooning moan accompanied by her tunnel fluttering around his shaft, "your fucking dick. So fuck them and fuck me good."

Sensations poured in from all around Aidan. He was encased in a cocoon of sweaty, soft skin, silken hair, and downy feathers. Orgasmic cries filled the air around him one after the other, each accompanied by the phantom feeling of a lover's tunnel clenching and rippling around him. Hands, mouths, breasts, wings pressed against him, clutched at him. But, adrift in the sea of Aoife's emotions, Aidan could pay them no mind.

Aidan's world was Aoife's shining love, the sinuous strands of her lust twining through his mind, the feel of her pressed against him, around him. Her now-wordless cries as she buried her head against his chest. Her fangs and claws scraped against his skin. Aidan growled in response. Tangled his fingers in her mane, tugged her head back, crushed his lips to hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth. His free hand clutched at Aoife's ass, holding her in place as he thrust up into her with animalistic intensity.

So, when, immersed in the empathic bond, Aidan felt pleasure overwhelm Aoife, he could no longer hold back. Aoife's orgasm washed over him, stronger than he'd ever felt from her. Its energy added to his, sending coruscating crackles of electricity through his nerves. He groaned into the kiss and arched upward, burying himself to the hilt, emptying himself in an endless series of short, hard thrusts.

The erratic strength of Aidan's motions unbalanced him. He toppled forward, bearing Aoife with him until she lay beneath him, pinned to the bed by his weight. A grunt, passing from her mouth to his, was the only acknowledgment either of them made as they writhed together, basking in the fading embers of their mutual climax.

Eventually, the kiss ended, both of them gasping for breath. Aidan leveraged himself up on his elbows, though Aoife made no protest at his weight on her. "I love you, too," he told her and kissed her again, short and sweet. "I wish I could let you feel it the way you did for me."

"You already do," she said with a soft smile, "with everything you do for us." Her contented purring rumbled against his chest. "But I don't want to monopolize you. I can feel," she squeezed down around him, "you've still got more energy, and by my count, you have two more women to give your love to tonight."

Aidan raised his eyebrow at her count. Two meant she was including Eldrid. Aoife stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I let go of the jealousy in my heart, mo ghraidh." My darling, the words meant. "Brighid converted me. Love who you will. Especially," she said with a giggle, "if they are as adept with their tongue and hands as Eldrid—and as willing to use them." Then her hands were pushing at him. "Now go. Ailis isn't as secure as the rest of us. I'll get the bluenette ready for you."

With one final kiss, Aidan lifted up off Aoife, his hardness slipping out of her tight confines with a wet slurping sound. Already she was reaching for Eldrid's hips, tugging the athletic woman into place over her mouth. Aidan looked around and found Ailis collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. Ice-blue eyes half-opened at the feel of Aidan's palm cupping Ailis's cheek. "You alright?" he asked.

Pale pink lips parted to admit a quiet, but satisfied, moan. Ailis's right hand rubbed against Aidan's chest, then trailed down to his groin. "Still?" she whispered at what she found there. "Young stallions," she murmured, the words barely audible even with how close he was. "You have worn this old woman out, my Lord. Go spend your attention on those still conscious enough to appreciate it."

"You're deflecting again," Aidan accused her.

"I am old. Older than the rest of the room combined, Aidan. These aged bones need sleep."

"That would be more convincing if your hand wasn't doing what it was." Ailis's eyes opened fully at that. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she yanked her hand away from Aidan's dick as if burned. Aidan chuckled, low and throaty. "Just lie there," he told her. "I'll do all the work."

Aidan bent his head down and started laying kisses across Ailis's chest. Cream-colored skin bloomed red in his wake. At first, Ailis's hand pushed at him—gently, a token protest. But as Aidan's lips traveled across her breast, her fingers slid around to his back, a soft caress along his spine. "Aidan," she moaned when his tongue lashed across her stiff peak. She tasted salty, sweaty, needy.

"Aidan," Ailis said again, louder, as his lips encircled her hardened nub and sucked it into his mouth. Her hands held him to her, one cupping the back of his neck, the other clutching his butt. Aidan twined his tail around her wrist but otherwise kept his attention focused on the task at mouth. He knew from past experience and his skills that Ailis preferred a slow, gentle climb. While there was no question that she enjoyed the last ten or fifteen minutes of frantic action, this was more her speed.

So Aidan took his time. He was slow, and tender, and affectionate. He nursed at Ailis's breast for a time, just nuzzling against her soft skin and paying gentle attention to her nipples. His hand stroked across her arm, back, shoulders, neck, before tracing along the rim of her ear. While she was distracted, he shifted to kissing and licking at the shallow valley between her breasts, then down to her belly. There was no belly button for him to tease there, nor well-defined abs like her daughter, but Ailis was no less sensitive for that.

Eventually, once Aidan had his Chancellor panting again, once her hands started raking across his back and her skin was flushed red all across her face, neck, and chest, he made his way back up. He pressed a kiss to Ailis's lips, hungry now and demanding. She moaned, wanton, her tongue dueling with his. "Your King is ready to take you now," he told her. She shuddered and mewled, her hand tangling in his hair in an attempt to drag him back to her lips.

Aidan chose his words with care. Ailis, unlike his other partners, didn't have a single submissive bone in her body. She reacted poorly to attempts to dominate or overwhelm her. On the other hand, she was aroused by power, both personal and political. She didn't want that power to be used against her, but the more she was made aware of it, the higher she spiraled. And, of course, she wanted it for herself.

"Are you prepared for me, my consort? My soon-to-be Queen?" A full-body shudder passed through Ailis at his words.

"Yes, my King!" she gasped. Her hands clenched tight against his skin for a moment, then pushed away. She made to roll over onto her belly, but Aidan held her down with a hand to her flank.

"Stay," he told her. "I said I'd do the work. Just lie there and accept your King's love for you." It was close to an order, and Aidan thought for a second that she would defy him on principle. Then she relaxed back into the cushioned mattress.

"As you wish, my King."

Aidan repositioned behind her. He was unsurprised to find her tail flipped up onto her haunch and her nether lips engorged and flowered open, dripping feminine lubrication. Aidan curled up along Ailis's back. His knee pushed between her hind legs, forcing them apart, while his left hand reached out and cupped a breast. With a tug, Aidan pulled Ailis's torso backward until the pair of them resembled a triangle, with his head nuzzling her neck and his hips pressed against her rump. Brighid was too big for this position to work, but Ailis was just the right size for it.

"I love you," he told Ailis and slid into her welcoming depths.

"I love you," she responded with a gasp. Ailis was tight as always. Her walls clung to his shaft as it forced them apart. Nevertheless, her arousal meant that Aidan was able to bury himself inside her with a single, smooth thrust. Her legs jerked and her inner muscles rippled as Aidan bottomed out inside her. "My King, my husband," Ailis breathed out.

"Yours," he agreed. Aidan made no claim of ownership in return. Instead, he rolled his hips back until only his tip remained inside Ailis, then forward again. He moved slowly, taking seconds to withdraw and more to fill her. Ailis started to tremble under his ministrations.

Smiling to himself, Aidan picked up the pace. The first time this happened, he'd panicked, but he now recognized the signs for what they were. He maintained the steady pace, innnnn and ouuut, innnnnn and ouuut. Beside him, Ailis's body tensed up, shivering, shuddering, trembling. Her head fell backward, her legs drew up against her belly, her hands grasped at the sheets. Aidan let the tension rise within her, higher, higher.

Then he tilted his hips to rub his tip against the upper wall of Ailis's pussy, seeking a particular spot. He knew he found it when Ailis convulsed and let out a strangled cry of pleasure as she came for him. That wasn't the end of it, though, oh no. Ailis wasn't usually multi-orgasmic. She could and did climax several times a night, but normally, she would fall all the way from the summit to the bottom of the mountain after each.

Not so when she was like this. When circumstances conspired to start Ailis trembling, her pleasure would pile up on itself. Instead of falling, it would rise, higher and higher, her body writhing as Aidan brought her to peak after ecstatic peak.

Now Ailis wanted it fast and hard. "Aidan, Aidan!" she cried out, voice growing hoarser by the moment. Her legs kicked helplessly as pleasure overrode her control. If she'd been upright, Aidan knew she would be bucking back at him, but on her side like this, she didn't have the leverage. He could feel wetness splashing against his thighs with every thrust.

Aidan held on for as long as he could, but the result was inevitable. When Ailis got like this, there was only one way for it to end. His thrusts lost their rhythm, growing frantic as Ailis came again and again for him. She wouldn't stop until he did, and even his Willpower wasn't enough to entertain the idea of pulling out. Instead, Aidan felt ecstasy overwhelm him and joined his cries to Ailis's as he buried himself inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked, firing off futile streams of seed onto infertile fields.

When his senses returned to him a few seconds later, Aidan kissed Ailis's neck. When she didn't react, he pushed himself up onto his arms and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell in a steady—if quick—rhythm. With a quiet chuckle, Aidan kissed her shoulder, then pulled away from his slumbering fiancee.

"Aidan, please," a pleading voice called out to him. He looked up to see Eldrid, sprawled out with Sunnild and Brighid kissing her breasts and Aoife licking away between her legs. Brighid had the blue-haired woman's hands pinned above her head while Aoife kept her thighs spread far apart. "They made me watch you and Ailis, and I need you now, please, please?"

Brighid raised her head and smiled at Aidan, then beckoned to him with her free hand. The others made way for him as he approached, although they still held Eldrid's squirming body down. The tuft of blue hair above her slick lower lips waved back and forth, up and down, like a matador's cape.

"We kept 'er ready for ya, Aidy," Sunnild chirped. She had a wide, happy smile on her face.

"I see that," he replied. Eldrid squirmed, tugging at the hands pinning her to the bed, thrusting her hips up toward Aidan. His gaze lingered on the way her titanic tits wobbled atop her chest.

Aoife plastered herself against Aidan's back. "Our gift to you, loverboy." Her hands and body urged him forward until he knelt between Eldrid's legs.

A vermillion waterfall spilled across Eldrid's heaving breasts as Brighid bent down over her. "Are you ready for him, Captain? Ready for our husband to have his way with you while we watch?"

Eldrid nodded frantically. "Please!" Despite her apparent desperation, the silver irises fixed on Aidan's face glowed with satisfaction in a game won and a victory earned.

Aoife's head poked out from over Aidan's shoulder as she asked, "Are you going to take care of him on the expedition? Keep him safe and satisfied all along the way?"

"Yes, whatever you say!" Though her words were directed toward Aoife, Eldrid's eyes never even flickered toward the feline.

"An' yer gonna make sure 'e comes back ta us, all safe an' sound?" Sunnild's voice was spiced honey as she stroked Eldrid's hip and thigh.

"I—" Eldrid closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. "I swear it. I will do whatever I can to bring Lord Aidan back in the same condition he leaves in." Her pupils dilated for a split second. Sunnild's hand paused at the same instant, then looped around under Eldrid's knee and tugged her legs even farther apart.

"Then go ahead, Aidy. Give 'er what she wants."

"And what do you want, Eldrid?" Aidan crooned to her as he bent over her, propping himself up with his hands beside her head.

Eldrid's tongue swept across her lips. "I want you to fuck me, Aidan," she said. "Before was tender and sweet and exactly what I needed at the time. But now I want the rest of you." Her eyes glittered up at him as she spoke directly to his inner beast. "You are holding something back. Stop. Unleash it upon me while your wives hold me down for you."

The dragon inside Aidan roared, and he snarled with it. Eldrid's lips curled into a smug smirk. Do your worst, that grin told him, I dare you. "Do it," Aoife panted in his ear. "Fuck her good and hard." The catgirl draped across his back thrust her hips as if she was trying to fuck the woman beneath him. Aidan could feel her wet heat rubbing along the length of his tail. "Take her, claim that slutty body. Make her cum her brains out until she can't handle anymore."

"Do it. Conquer me." Eldrid's voice dropped to a low, challenging hiss and her lips curled into a sneer. "If you can."

Aidan recognized the contest too late. The trap was already sprung. The edges of his vision turned red and he thrust into Eldrid hard and fast, hilting himself inside her in one swift motion. She grunted at the sudden penetration, but, if anything, her smirk grew wider. He growled and buried his head in the crook of Eldrid's neck. She convulsed around him when she felt his teeth sink into her soft skin, but somehow Aidan knew she still wore that damnable smile.

He wasn't alone, however. Aoife was still molded to Aidan's back. She reached down to the place where Aidan's groin met Eldrid's and set to work. A moan emerged from Eldrid as her hips rose. That deserved a reward. "Oh!" Aoife's voice joined Eldrid's as Aidan's tail looped around, then between her parted thighs. "'M already yours," she panted into his ear as his tail burrowed deeper. "Focus on her!"

"All of you are mine," the beast growled with Aidan's voice. He wrenched himself up with extended arms, glaring down into the twin pools of self-satisfied silver beneath him. "All of you," he declared with a savage thrust. Eldrid moaned and writhed against Aidan's hips and Aoife's fingers, but her eyes never wavered.

"Not yet—Mmph!—I'm not," she denied him.

"'Not yet,' but not, 'Never,'" Sunnild pointed out as she joined the fray. She used the increased space between Aidan and Eldrid to wrap her hands around one wobbling breast. "Yer in denial, Cap'n." Her head dipped down, and she captured one pierced nipple between her lips. Eldrid's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before resuming their defiance.

"You'll—Ah!—you'll never—oh, mmph—break me," Eldrid forced out between moans. "Not without—oh, God—cheating."

So that was her game. Those were the rules. Eldrid was challenging him to break her control without resorting to using Language of Origin. There were no stakes to her impromptu bet, but they would both know who won and who lost. The part of Aidan not overcome by lust tipped his mental hat in her direction. She'd played them all off each other and put herself in the win-win seat this time.

Regardless of what happened, Eldrid managed to ease the tension between herself and Aidan's other lovers. If Aidan won, she lost nothing at all. If Eldrid came out on top, she would know she'd gotten under his skin in a good way. And, either way, she got to thoroughly enjoy her time as the centerpiece of an orgy.

The beast didn't care about all of that. It only saw a lover, willing, even eager for its attention, who nevertheless denied its claim. It still wanted to see her face dissolve into mindless ecstasy. And, because the beast was Aidan, so did he—but he wouldn't win like this. He wrestled his urges back and settled into a steady, if forceful, rhythm.

To Aidan's amusement, Aoife moved with him, her hips rolling forward in time with his, only to be forced back onto his tail as he withdrew from Eldrid. Her rough tongue lapped at his neck, punctuated by an occasional bite. She kept her head in the game, however. She had both arms wrapped around Aidan's waist, with one hand devoted to playing with Eldrid's clit and the other caressing her belly and thighs.

By this point, Sunnild was half-lying across Eldrid. She had one breast in each hand and alternated laying kisses and gentle nibbles across them both. Aidan would have been upset at the obscured view if it wasn't so obvious how much both the harpy and the otterfolk Chosen were enjoying it. Every time Sunnild's lips wrapped around one of Eldrid's nipples, the Captain's eyes closed in pleasure for just a moment.

Sunnild, in turn, let out little pleased moans as she feasted. Aidan could tell that she'd have a hand buried between her legs if they weren't already occupied. He decided to help her with that. He recalled and reshaped one of his Magic Hands with a thought, then set it to lapping away at her little hairless pussy. A deeper moan issued from her throat.

Brighid wasn't idle, either, although her contributions were less physical than her sister-wives'. She maintained the hold on Eldrid's wrists, but more importantly, she leaned down and whispered in the blue-haired woman's ear. "He feels so good, does he not? How he ravages your body in exactly the way you crave. It makes you want to give in. Give him control of everything. It gets even better when you do, I promise. But you have to surrender."

The signs of Eldrid's approaching orgasm were obvious to Aidan despite his relative lack of experience with her. He could feel her walls clenching and rippling around him in an ever-quickening pattern. Her pale skin grew splotchy with arousal. Fewer denials made their way past her lips now, replaced by whimpers and moans. But still, even as Aidan propelled her to the cliff's edge, Eldrid's silver gaze reflected defiance.

This would require extreme measures if he was to win. Aidan quickened his pace, slamming into Eldrid with a staccato rhythm. Her legs, freed from Sunnild and Aoife's grasp, drew up and wrapped around both him and Aoife. Her climax drew closer, closer, her inner muscles starting to lose the rhythm, her breathing growing erratic, her head tilting back. Aidan kept going, fucking Eldrid harder, faster, pushing her higher and farther, until, just as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, he stopped.

With a single, smooth motion, Aidan pulled free of Eldrid's clutching depths. At the same time, he pulled Aoife's hand from between her thighs and stilled both his tail and the Magic Hand pleasuring Sunnild. A strangled sob of protest came from Eldrid's throat as she sank back onto the bed, glaring up at Aidan. Sunnild looked up from where she'd been suckling. She glanced at Eldrid's glistening, trembling thighs and belly, then shared a smirk with Brighid before lowering her head to the valley between the Captain's breasts.

"You thought you already won, Captain?" Brighid asked. "You thought our husband would give you the release you so desire without accepting payment in turn?" A devilish chuckle shook her chest, and she shook her head in a mocking denial. "Oh, Eldrid, you have much to learn about my beloved. He can be sweet and gentle and the most caring lover in the Realms," she said as a smirk started to spread across her lips, "but he can also wear all four of us out and leave us scattered like so many defeated foes upon his bed."

Aidan's Soulmate cupped Eldrid's cheek and lowered further until carmine lips met midnight ones. As the kiss went on and on and grew more and more intense, Aidan shifted his hips forward until his rigid shaft rested against Eldrid's scorching hot pussy. His newest lover strained against Brighid's grip and mewled in helpless pleasure as Aidan started to saw back and forth against her.

"Look at me, Eldrid," Aidan said, wanting her to see the truth of his words. When he had her attention, he continued. "I can do this all night. I can bring you right up to the very edge, right to where you feel yourself start to fall, and still stop before you quite make it over. Every time. And every time I start up again, the peak will be higher, the fall steeper, harder, more consuming." Technically, Balance on the Knife's Edge stopped at 5 stacks, but it was close enough to true for his purpose.

"If you think I have to cheat to give you a mind-shattering climax, you're wrong. So here's the deal, Eldrid. I'm going to keep fucking you," Aidan swiveled his hips until his head caught at Eldrid's entrance, then pushed forward. She squirmed and moaned into Brighid's mouth. "But I'm not going to let you come until you ask me to. You don't have to beg me. Just say, once, 'Please make me come, Aidan,' and I will." Aidan's pace was slow and steady now, all the better to ramp Eldrid to new heights.

"Just remember, Eldrid, that the longer you wait, the better—and worse—it'll be for you. If you give in now, you'll merely have one of the best orgasms of your life." He gave her a warm smile. "If you wait for me to stop again, the pleasure will probably knock you out for a half-hour or so, like Ailis over there." Eldrid's eyes cut away, then returned to him. "After three, well, I did that to Brighid one night, and she didn't wake up until the next morning. Four? I haven't needed to go that far yet. Five?" His smile turned into a smirk. "Well, we're bringing wagons for the loot anyway. I'm sure you'll be back to normal by the time we reach our destination."

Eldrid's eyes were wide now, panic, desire, and lingering defiance warring within. She knew he was telling the truth, or at least believed he was. "You can let her hands go now, Brighid. And give her a chance to speak. Maybe she's not as brave as I think she is and wants to quit now."

Brighid obeyed without question or hesitation, pulling away from both points of contact she had with Eldrid. The blue-haired woman panted, trying to catch her breath from the near-orgasm and ensuing sapphic kiss. She didn't wait to tangle her fingers in Sunnild's downy crest, however. With gentle pressure, she redirected the young harpy to her left nipple.

"Do your worst," Eldrid told Aidan. "I'll never give in." Her eyes, however, spoke a different message. They were no longer expressing shock, panic, or even defiance. You'll win, they told Aidan, but I'm going to make you work for it. The same warmth shone from within Eldrid's gaze now as they'd shared that night two weeks prior.

"I hoped you'd say that," he said with a smile and got to work. Aidan found Aoife's right hand and brought it back to Eldrid's groin. "Stop when I do," he told her. His not-quite-fiancee nodded against his shoulder, her fingers already dancing over Eldrid's nether lips and clit.

Next, Aidan pulled Brighid into a long, slow kiss, tasting Eldrid's lips—and the faint, mingled flavors of Brighid's, Sunnild's, and Aoife's arousal—on her tongue. He held the kiss for two long, glacially slow thrusts before breaking it. "Sunnild's got too much to handle by herself. Why don't you go give her a hand?"

"Yes, beloved," Brighid responded to the gently worded command. It took her a moment to rearrange herself on the bed, but then her head and hands joined her sister-wife's at Eldrid's bosom.

"Ooh, yes," Eldrid moaned. She was now the center of attention for four people, and she was clearly enjoying herself. Her body writhed, twisting and arching beneath them. Aidan maintained his pace, his hips carrying Aoife's with him as he slid almost all the way out of Eldrid before sliding all the way back in. Eldrid's hips rolled up to meet each thrust. Her pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove, clinging to his length as he withdrew and sucking him in when he returned.

"Mm, mmm, ah," the rising tone of Eldrid's voice heralded her approach to the second peak. "Oh, fuck, mm, mm, ah." Aidan tightened his focus and started varying his strokes. He kept them slow and deep, but, following his skill-granted instincts, he rotated his hips and flexed his groin muscles to scratch new itches inside Eldrid's depths. "Mm, mm, oh, God, yes."

Gymnast's muscles clenched down around Aidan's shaft, faster and faster with every thrust of his cock, every flick of Aoife's fingers, every second of Sunnild and Brighid suckling at Eldrid's tits. Her voice rose in a crescendo of lustful moans. Tension racked her body. She clutched tight to her lovers. Her back lifted off the bed, arching, twisting, writhing.

Aidan saw Sunnild and Brighid watching him out of the corners of their eyes. He thrust once, twice, a third time, felt Eldrid's tunnel squeeze hard, and pulled out again. His fiancees joined him, withdrawing hands and mouths from Eldrid's body. "Noooo," the victim groaned.

"Just ask, and this will all be over," Brighid told her.

"Go ahead, tell our man to make you come," Sunnild urged. So she hadn't missed that earlier after all.

"Nah," Aoife disagreed. "Keep mouthing off. I want to see him break you." There was a snarl in her voice, but Aidan thought it was lust, not anger. It seemed that Aoife was almost as invested in seeing Eldrid submit as he was.

"Not a chance. For either." Eldrid's tongue swept across her dark lips. "All it'll take is misjudging your timing by a split second, and one of you will push me over." She reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of Aidan's neck. With a tug, she pulled his head down until she was close enough to initiate a searing kiss. Her lips smashed against his, then parted to make way for her tongue as it battered its way into Aidan's mouth.

Aidan took the kiss as a signal to switch things up. He shifted, lips still locked with Eldrid's, until he lay atop her. Sensing the change, Aoife let herself slide off Aidan's back, although she whimpered when his tail pulled free of her pussy. Aidan fought Eldrid's tongue and forced it back into her mouth. He tilted his hips back, then forward again. Eldrid let out a whimper as Aidan's cockhead scraped across her clit, then a squeal as it missed the other way and bumped against her asshole.

"Exit only!" Eldrid complained, breaking free of Aidan's lips.

"Of course." He eased his hips back, then sat up on his haunches. "Let's mix this up a bit. Roll over?"

"Mm, doggy style, huh?" Eldrid nibbled on her lower lip, then smiled and rolled over. "Sounds good to me." She looked over her shoulder as she rose up onto her hands and knees, then waggled her bottom at Aidan. "Let's see if you can hit the target better from this angle."

Aidan gave Eldrid a long, appreciative look. Her ass and thighs were well-muscled, no doubt thanks to her predilection for dancing and gymnastics. And, framed between those toned thighs, her thick outer labia flowered open to reveal her bright pink inner passage. Aidan took hold of himself and notched his tip there, rubbing it back and forth for a moment to coat the head, then pushed in.

"Mm, bullseye," Eldrid moaned. "Nice and deep, darlin'. Feels so good."

Aidan seated himself against Eldrid's upraised butt, then nudged her thighs wider apart with his knees. Proving how in sync they were, Aoife's head passed between his legs only a half-second later. She wrapped her arms around Eldrid's waist, pulling the otterfolk down until she could get her rough, eager tongue on the place where Aidan and Eldrid joined. Aidan groaned and Eldrid squealed in surprise as they felt the stiff bristles brush across their most sensitive parts.

Conveniently, Aoife's position brought her back into range for Aidan's tail. She again seemed to have the same thought, as she caught it in the air as it struck toward her and guided it to her lower lips. The flanged head brought a purring moan from the catgirl as it plunged inside her.

"Ya still lost a bet earlier," Sunnild said as she slid around in front of Eldrid. "Yer not allowed to get off unless ya got yer tongue in a pussy. I'm volunteerin'." She leaned back on her elbows, presenting her glistening sex to the other woman. "Ooh, yeah, like that." Slender fingers rested atop Eldrid's blue hair as the older woman set about devouring the offered feast.

Seeing that Eldrid was already well taken care of, Brighid turned her attention to her Soulmate. She snuggled up against his side, her heavy breasts flattening against him, then leaned down to kiss him. "Rock her world, beloved. I can see how much you like her and want her, so I want you to have her." Her hand stroked across his chest.

"I love you," Aidan murmured. "You're too good to me."

"No such thing." Brighid bit his lower lip by way of a reprimand. "I would drown you in women if I thought you would not rebel."

"I think five is plenty for any man," Aidan demurred. Eldrid's hips pressed back against him, a gentle reminder that he had another woman to attend to. He slid about halfway out of her, then thrust forward, sending ripples across her muscular rear. A happy moan sounded out from between Sunnild's thighs.

Crimson lips pressed against Aidan's neck. "And you said one was enough for you until Sunny came along. A month ago, you would have said four was too many. Now, you are breaking in a new wife." She laughed and squeezed Aidan's thigh when he made a noise of protest. "I can read the writing on the wall, beloved. She has your heart, and you hers. Neither of you will ever be complete without the other again."

Aidan shook his head ruefully. He'd never been able to change Brighid's mind once she started talking like that. And, truth told, he didn't disagree with her. Even thinking about Eldrid sailing away caused his heart to ache. Better give her a reason not to, then, he thought to himself.

Bending his thoughts back to the beautiful woman beneath him, Aidan settled into a cadence of quick, hard thrusts. As much as he talked about going until dawn, he did need to sleep. It was time to wrap this up.

Aidan leaned forward, slipping one hand under Eldrid to sink his fingers into one dangling breast. He grabbed hold of her shoulder with the other hand, using his grip to pull her back against him. Short, sharp gasps and moans rewarded his efforts, muffled as they were by Sunnild's thighs. Even as Aidan watched, the harpy teen arched and came on Eldrid's tongue.

And he couldn't neglect his partner in crime, either. Aoife's tongue was driving Eldrid up the wall, and only Aidan's greater experience with it kept his own ecstasy in check. With a thought, he started twisting his tail as it plunged between the catgirl's thighs. She bucked in response, and Aidan felt her legs spread wide in welcome.

Still, the main focus of his attention was overcoming Eldrid's will to resist. Giving her time to recover between near-climaxes wasn't working, so Aidan decided to take another route. He hammered into Eldrid from behind, putting the pedal to the medal.

This time, when Eldrid's orgasm approached, Aidan buried himself to the hilt and held steady. Aoife, still on the same wavelength as he was, instantly shifted to lapping at Eldrid's lower lips as they clung to his shaft. The stimulation wasn't enough to push the Captain over the edge, but it kept her boiling.

"Ready to give in? This is three," Aidan reminded Eldrid. He found her nipple and brushed his thumb back and forth across it.

Eldrid only lifted her head an inch from Sunnild's groin to respond. "Ah, not yet, mm, ah, you bastard."

"Okay. Next stop, plateau four." Aidan wasn't going to give her the chance to recover this time. He resumed thrusting, fast and hard, for just a few seconds before stopping again. He waited several seconds, then gave her another pair of full-length strokes. Then a second's pause followed by five quick rabbit thrusts.

"Fuck, Aidan." Eldrid fought against Sunnild's hands holding her in place. "Oh, God."

It didn't take long before Aidan felt Eldrid on edge again. Once again, he thrust deep and held position. "You know the magic words, Eldrid," he said when her inner walls stopped spasming around him.

"Aidan," she moaned. "More, please, harder."

"Those aren't the right words."

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. I need..."

Aidan pulled out until only his head remained inside Eldrid. Aoife bathed the underside of his cock with her tongue. "What do you need, Eldrid?"

The blue-haired Captain pulled free of Sunnild's grasp and looked over her shoulder at Aidan. Her face glistened with feminine arousal, and her eyes were swimming with lust. "Do it," she said.

Aidan sank back in with a slow thrust. "Do what?"

"Mmn, please don't make me say it, Aidan."

Almost. "You know the rules. Shall I go for five?" A whimpering moan answered him along with a roll of Eldrid's hips. She tried to fuck herself with Aidan's cock, but a hand on her hip frustrated her attempt. Aoife shifted her attention again, giving Eldrid a quick lash with her rough tongue.

"Fuck!" she squealed. "God. Please! Aidan, please make me come!"

Aidan barely held back a roar of triumph. "As you wish." He leaned forward, pressing his chest to Eldrid's back, and resumed the short, rapid thrusts against her raised ass. Sunnild tugged on the Captain's head, pulling her back between spread thighs. Beneath them, Aoife focused all her attention on Eldrid's hard, needy clit.

Moans—full-throated ones from Sunnild and Aoife, muffled ones from Eldrid—and the slap-slap-slap of Aidan's hips bouncing off Eldrid's ass filled the room. It only took a few moments before the combined attention brought the Captain to her peak. This time, Aidan didn't stop. Instead, as he felt her body begin to seize up, he gathered his Intent and Spoke.

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""Aidan!"" Feminine voices blended together in harmony as all the women around Aidan convulsed in concurrent climaxes.

Sunnild's fingers tightened in Eldrid's hair, first pulling her close, then shoving her away. Shudders and shivers wracked her athletic body as she curled up and wrapped her wings around herself.

Underneath Aidan and Eldrid, Aoife bucked and heaved. Her claws scratched across Aidan's skin as sudden ecstasy overwhelmed her. Even with her body writhing uncontrollably, however, her tongue stayed on target, lapping away with frantic intensity.

A loud thud sounded as Brighid seized up and toppled over onto her side. Her mouth was open wide, emitting a soundless scream as her skin flushed scarlet from brow to breasts.

Even Ailis, still asleep from her earlier overstimulation, cried out his name.

None of their reactions held a candle to Eldrid's. Her back arched hard, jackknifing, her head slamming back against Aidan's shoulder. She jerked backward, impaling herself on him, her inner muscles clamping down all along his length only to release a split second later, rippling and pulsing in erratic patterns. The tension within her wound tighter and tighter, her motions growing stronger, sharper, more desperate by the second, driven by an orgasm that roiled and rumbled and refused to end.

Aidan clung to Eldrid, holding on for dear life, thrusting against her as her climax urged his to the forefront. He plunged through her clasping depths, pulling out only to be met by Aoife's rough tongue rasping along his shaft, then thrusting once again into the soothing, searing, soaking wet passage of the woman losing her mind at his command.

Pleasure rushed through Aidan. He bit down on Eldrid's shoulder, riding the edge as long as he could. She reached a trembling hand up and pulled his head tighter against her skin. That act, the acceptance, the demand for his mark, did him in.

Aidan thrust with all his strength, once, twice, then groaned into the skin between his teeth as rapture came for him. His cock pulsed, spewing his seed into Eldrid's rippling, spasming passage. Three shots, six, eight, ten, each accompanied by a mindless pump of his hips. His strength seemed to escape with his semen, and he had just enough energy and willpower left to roll onto his side, pulling Eldrid with him, before darkness claimed him once more.

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Aidan

Seventhday, 4th week of the 11th month, Age of the Chosen 1

Early Morning

Aidan woke up in the center of a cuddle pile. Smooth, feminine flesh pressed against him from every angle. Sunnild lay snuggled against his left side, her arms wrapped around his, one leg swung over his hip. Brighid took a similar position to his right, her head resting on his shoulder alongside Aoife's, who was curled up on his back. Quiet purrs came from her as she slept. By process of elimination, that meant the soft pillows cushioning his head belonged to Eldrid. A lazy count of hands and arms even suggested that Ailis was present somewhere in the mix.

A stray thought ambled through Aidan's head, suggesting that he get up and start breakfast. He let the idea bounce around for a while, drowsily considering it. He liked showing his women how much he loved them. Sweet gestures like that were in his nature. He also needed to get ready for the expedition. It wouldn't do to be late.

On the other hand, he was warm and comfortable, surrounded and entangled with sleeping lovers. There was no way he could extricate himself without waking some of them. With a tired murmur, he closed his eyes again and nuzzled into Eldrid's bosom. The world could wait for a while. Right here, right now, everything was perfect.