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An Angry Yrelia has appeared, and then BIG group sex. But… the polycule is not solid yet… Needs… tempering…

We’ve never seen her this angry. And between that and the horrible purple mess that makes up half of her face both spirits recoil in fear. Her face is… well it was bandaged. But most of what was probably a cold bag of ice has been pulled away. Revealing a swollen half with one eye barely open.

“Yrelia, hey maybe–” Jevita tries to say.

We start to try and apologize. Then she’s stomping over to us, kneeling over and gripping the front of our shirt and glaring down at us. “Shut up.” She snaps, and the sound our teeth makes as they click shut echoes for a second. “You’re a stupid cunt, you know that!?! What the fuck were you thinking!?!”

“We–”

“Don’t test me, you fucking bitch.” She demands, almost shakes us. And the big spirit seems to… to perk up above the smaller one. Shield it from–

“Y… Yrelia they’re–”

“No.” She holds up an angry hand at whoever just tried to stop her. “This big bitch is having a word right now. Listen here you fucking… I don’t care if you're a Goddess or a spirit or… whatever! If you drag Ina off like that again…”

“Yrelia…” We plead. “We fucked up. We–”

“Damn right you did.” She growls.

“Yrelia…” Jevita whispers. “It’s… Osmosis. They made the decision together. That’s also Ina right now–”

“Like fuck she did.” She snorts angrily, then pulls back a little to glance over. “Ina wasn’t in charge when this bitch demanded the bone knife and left us. I could see the cunt making that call. Pushing our girl into that. Ina would never do that. Not without some real serious fucking coercing. Maybe even worse.”

“Honestly…” Tasii sighs, and slides up beside her, eases her back a beat. “My thoughts exactly. But… Right now we need to focus on other things. Okay?”

We remain frozen beneath her. A… a wilting amount of guilt at the truths in her words washing over us. The smaller spirit tries to accept as much as it can, but the larger spirit wraps herself around the flood. Blocks the worst of it. Accepts responsibility and blame.

Yrelia nods, sniffs. And it’s then we realize she’s been crying. Probably… probably since we left. And all that’s left is anger. Then she turns the glare back down at us. “If you hurt Ina, I’m going to devote my fucking life to destroying you and everything you love.” She says in such a flat, dedicated tone that we can’t help but shudder at.

“Everyone we love is in this room.” We whisper back, don’t move. “And… We feel almost everything together. Pain included.”

She keeps glaring down at us for a few more seconds, then nods. “Good. You should experience the hurt you’re causing her.”

Then she looks back to the others. “Now… what the fuck did else did you need me for?”

** ** **

The little spirit had never had someone they love be so angry, so… fucking upset and hurt and… really fucking good at channeling it into sex. Much less group sex.

She… well after such a furious rage we’d thought she’d get loud again upon being told about our leg. But she did something worse. She just… nodded. Ground her teeth, and started telling us all how exactly we would do the sex. No objections or questions allowed.

Everyone here was already tired, already ready to be done with today. So she had to be efficient with her rage and time. But… she also had her pride as a… Well she never technically finished her training as a Hetaera, but no one would know that from the way she took charge.

So that’s how We found ourselves naked, and staring up at our new lover. Well… at least part of her. Kque was the first to undress and crawl atop us with both Tasii and Jevita nearby and embracing her as our mouth reaches up between her legs.

We… She… fuck… the larger spirit is… fuck she knows exactly where to guide our lips and tongue. Like the older hands of a fucking master she wraps fingers around the smaller spirit and guides her to read all Kque’s little tells like she’s known her for years. Even if Kque was exhausted and barely in the mood for sex, a few loving kisses up the thigh, followed by slow sensual patterns drawn with our tongue into her lips seems to melt her into us. She’s restrained, worried, careful. She doesn’t want to overwhelm us by pressing too hard.

She’d even been the brave one to challenge Yrelia on her plans. Tried to get her to let us just… use our hands and get help pleasuring and–

“No.” Yrelia had told her sternly. “If the cunt needs to feed to make sure Ina is okay, she should expect to use her fucking mouth tonight. Besides, Ina loves doing second lip dances. She’d beg to do it either way.”

We told Kque it was fine. That we were more than happy to… to do it this way. That we’d prefer it. And even then we can’t stop the heat from our cheeks as we tell them the thing we’d only mentioned to Yrelia. Never had the courage to even let Tasii know.

“When we eat out a lover we taste only the Amwella.” We murmur. “Soulfire tastes sweeter than you can imagine.”

Kque just… sighed. Insisted we be ready to explain more of this later.

We reach up and pull Kque closer, Her scent and sweet flavor dragging us into a purring mindless hunger. We try to stay slow and gentle, but… fuck once we tease her clit enough to make her shudder we can’t help but slip ourselves up inside and begin carving little circles into her. She… well doesn’t jerk, but sort of twitches, and we feel her let herself rest fully down atop us. Legs tighten and she leans into what we assume is a long and sensual kiss from Jevita while Tasii holds and caresses her from behind.

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Not long after her Amwella flashes, bucks, and seems to bubble before reaching down to flow through us. It’s good that two others are there to hold her up, as we suspect she wouldn’t have been able to do anything but slump down to our side for a few minutes. Even then all we can do is wriggle our mouth out to ensure we can breath and place gentle kisses along her butt cheeks and leg as we wait for her strength to return. Only just then becoming aware of the mess of liquids that covers our mouth and drips down our cheeks.

She whispers quietly, and we can’t help but smirk from the pleasure in her voice.. “That… You could have warned me.”

“What?” Jevita asks as she and Tasii help Kque shift off to the side.

“Shhh.” Yrelia demands from her place above my hips. “You’ll see.”

Yrelia lays over my lower area. We’d kept the blanket over my legs, but even so she… well I wouldn’t call them gentle, but she sort of rakes fingernails over freshly healed skin as the others adjust and change positions. But… even as we wriggle and squirm she refuses to touch anything more sensual than the soft skin on our tummy.

But now Jevita is astride me, even more…

We can’t help but stare at the scars that weave and tear across her skin. Even… even work up and between her second lips. Other women might be tempted to caress them. To use them as a guideline to trace their sensual patterns.

But… They disgust us. We’d rather touch literal filth with our tongue than those horrid things. So we carefully place four gentle kisses around them, deft and quick and precise. She pauses, almost seems to freeze for a second. We ponder curiously what things she might be turning over in her mind even now? Remembering how even amidst stress and worry how she had still been puzzling and puzzling.

Tasii and Kque continue to kiss and warm Jevita as she lowers herself to us. With gentle teeth we draw and nibble and play at her second lips, grazing over her clit occasionally. She shutters, murmurs something between our other lovers, then comes closer. Drawn in by our promises of pleasure.

We lift and meet her with a kiss, still precise and careful to avoid her scars. She can’t stop a little moan then, and I hear a surprised whispering giggle from Tasii at the beautiful sound. So we begin using our tongue again. Decide to tease and hum and direct warm breath into her. See if we can’t…

Then she seems to… well it’s kinda a frustrated motion as she tries to press closer. We pull back, unable to stop a small taunting whisper as we keep her just out of reach of our more… persistent workings.

It takes her a moment or two more to lose all patience. And from the way her Amwella seems to growl we think we’ve gotten her full attention as she just… drops herself until our mouth is full of her. We let a little soundless thrumming purr roll up from us into her as we sink a tongue up between her lips, feel another little moan, and we move faster. Press harder. Lose ourselves to the warm nectar that pours from her like rainwater.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” She sighs into Kque’s shoulder as the rippling orgasm takes her.

Amwella, warm and wonderful flows into our soul. Reinforces Kque’s gift from before and swirls into us. Jevita takes longer to recover, but we barely notice. Just… bask in the wonderful afterglow of our lovers' pleasure and warmth.

As she finally pulls up and away we can’t help but lick our lips, consider that… yeah even without the Amwella scent we enjoy their taste. Tasii is next. She seems to pause and whisper something to the other two. Kque and Jevita don’t seem to curl around her like they did before. Almost… they’re leaving?

Tasii turns and peers down at us, at our face and stupid grin and… She seems to… to see something there. Seems to–

Then she turns, hands move to hold my sides just beneath the armpits, and smushes herself down to pin us between the ground and her slit. No hesitation, no interest in our slow teasing or kisses. We only pause for a second before we’re meeting her aggression with fervor. Begin to feel her familiar soulfire and fight to claim its warmth.

Her fingers move to our breasts, the first time anyone other than Yrelia has… has even tried to… to touch our flesh since we started. Sure we’d reached up and touched legs, but… something about the change startles us. We don’t pause, don’t let up our writhing chase for her glorious Amwella.

However… Even with all her aggression and our desire, it takes Tasii the longest to climax. But when she does it’s a wondrous explosion of sweet flame that causes our entire body to shudder alongside hers. Legs can’t help but wriggle and squirm beneath Yrelia as warmth gathers between them.

That’s… we’re… Our Amwella is… well it’s not as filled as we would like. But it’s enough. Our song of healing should work to keep the mind stable and our souls aflame. Even after the merging ends.

We pull our mouth free again, take a few deep steadying breaths as we carefully wrap our arms around Tasii in a little… butt hug thing. After a few moments her breathing slows and she pulls free, moves to sit beside us.

“How… how’s you’re um…” Tasii pants as she touches our shoulder. “Amwella stuff?”

“Better.” We lick our lips, become… become aware of how messy we must look. “We can start the song now. Don’t need to–” We sit up then, glance down at–

Yrelia is just… glaring at us. A… well she’s not ugly, but whatever cruel expression she wears is made so much worse by the nasty wound on her face. Then something in Yrelia’s eyes intensifies.

“Lay back down.” She growls.

We pause, confused. Yrelia moves, and we almost jerk back on reflex as she slowly crawls up to hover over us. She hisses, “Lay. Back. Down.”

Our eyes dart between her and Tasii. But… Tasii’s face is blank. Hard. Still flushed from the fucking great orgasm we gave her. But… unwilling to look upon us with anything but cold calculation.

We hear shuffling and see Kque and Jevita re-enter the room with a big bowl of warm water. Pause in the middle of passing out towels and such for cleaning. We don’t move, just look back to Yrelia. The little spirit whimpers as we focus on her wounded face. Begs us to just listen to her. That… that she just… That we deserve all of this anger.

“We–”

“This body isn’t yours.” She growls, “And until Ina is alone I’m not going to let her body move another fucking inch.”

We narrow our eyes. “What?”

“Bitch. You lost our girl a fucking leg!” She moves closer, face only an inch away from ours. “Now, lay that cunt covered face back down so I can clean it.”

The larger spirit bristles at that. Almost enacts Division in anger. But the little spirit resists all attempts, only will cooperate with full submission. We’re sure our face is a contradiction of guilt and anger, fury and regret, love and spite.

We don’t break eye contact, just… slowly lower ourselves.

Yrelia doesn't lose any anger as she pulls back and reaches over to accept and thank Kque and Jevita for preparing the cleaning things. And then, while everyone else cleans away the post sex juices, we only lie back and wait as Yrelia carefully cleans our face of everyone’s mess.

Her face may still burn with a fucking fury, but her hands and workings are nothing but soft and gentle working. If it wasn’t for all the pain still rippling through us we’d have probably passed out.

“We’re going to weave our songs of healing now.” We state as she finishes drying off our neck.

A pause. Yrelia nods. And we sing a song to ensure the mind of this little spirit has every chance to survive this night's upcoming storm. All of our lovers pause, becoming entranced in the ancient language they cannot understand. How this song of sorrow echoes pain and healing. A lilting tune that weaves hope betwixt fear of loss. Begs the World Song to favor this little soul and guide it back safely through a coming storm.

At the end… well… despite her rage, we twist one final harmony into the tune. Can’t stop a smirk as we notice Yrelia jerk as if hearing her name from far away. Looks about as the song fades, eyes finally settle on ours. Her face will heal quickly, and will be perfect in three days if she rests well.

“We need to sleep now.” We sigh, already beginning to feel the song’s call drawing us away. Feel the little spirit settle and go still. Amwella already drawing up to curl around its form.

“Anything we should know?” Yrelia asks as the waking world fades.

Eyes close. “Keep my Challa safe.”