"A moment, wizard," Ilya whispered, and Blake turned back with an eyebrow raised. The orc lady walked away, stepping to her wooden desk as she tapped her fingers. "I wanted to discuss...your constructs. Before you left."

"Of course, my lady." Blake nodded and glanced back to the orc lord and goblin assassin. "Head on down to my lab. I'm granting you the permission now. I'll meet you there."

The assassin continued without a word, the orc lord with a distrusting glare. Blake decided he'd best not rely on either too heavily to save his life in the dungeon...

He stepped towards Ilya, not entirely sure what she wanted to know about the constructs, but he supposed it was a lot of change very quickly.

She was fussing with something behind the desk, and he was about to ask what it was until she started obviously shimmying something over her hips.

"I'm still in heat," she said, as her underwear dropped around her ankles. "Please," she said, voice getting thicker. "I need it. Against the desk? Like before? You can fill me quickly."

The day was looking rather up, Blake decided.

He came forward with a growing smile, another quick glance back towards the empty corridor.

"How long exactly does this heat last? I really must be ready with more free time in the future."

"A month." Ilya leaned over the desk, squirming against the wood. "Sometimes two, if you're young and childless like me. And it gets worse towards the end. Oh please hurry."

"I live to serve, my lady," Blake said, moving behind Ilya and running his hands up her robe-covered back. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her taut, wide ass and giving it a few slaps.

"Please don't tease me," Ilya whined, shoving herself back towards him. Blake leaned forward and kissed her cheek, hardening against her flesh as he reached for his belt. He'd give her what she wanted, of course—especially since it was what he wanted, too. But it was all too delicious to let entirely go without a little teasing.

"You don't want my fingers?" he asked. "Or maybe I should get you on your knees, first."

"No, please," Ilya closed her eyes and gasped as he kissed her neck. She gripped the side of the desk and took deep breaths. "I want your cock inside me. I want it deep and hard and..oh, Gods."

She was practically vibrating. Blake couldn't bring himself to watch her suffer too much longer. He kicked off his pants and slapped his now hard length between her cheeks, causing her back to arch as she dropped herself onto the desk. He slipped the tip down over her tight little ass, holding back the groan of lust when he found her completely soaked.

She definitely didn't need any teasing. Whatever spirit of lust was possessing her was quickly taking Blake over, too, and he let out a breath as he pushed inside Ilya's warm, wet, very eager body.

She gasped and clenched around him so hard he almost popped out, forcing him to push harder and deeper until he was completely buried.

For a moment she just lay there moaning, clenching around his shaft again and again. It felt amazing. And he was shocked against just how strong and active Ilya's walls were. They were going to need to re-name Kegel exercises to Orc exercises. Fucking Ilya in heat felt a bit like getting a blowjob at the same time.

He put one hand on her ass, the other on her back, and started thrusting. She bounced back against him, moaning with closed eyes as she gripped the sides of the desk. The feel of her body, the sight of her bent over and moaning…all the suffering of the last few days blasted away as Blake lost himself in the moment.

With most girls he found himself fantasizing. Drudging up old memories or porn or just what he’d really like to be doing or saying. But with Ilya…he just paid attention. He felt he could do exactly what he wanted, or what she wanted, and he’d enjoy every second of it.

He was a few good minutes in to pounding his orc lover against her desk when he looked up and noticed Seul-ki staring.

He froze, completely surprised, and a bit at a loss as he met the girl's green eyes. Ilya made a moan somewhere between pleasure and complaint, still pushing back desperately to get him deeper. He was about to clear his throat and explain when Ilya obviously opened her eyes and looked up.

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"How..." Ilya clamped down around his shaft again and seemed ready to stand and cover herself. Then she groaned and collapsed. "I don't care. Don't stop now. Please."

"I'm...a bit busy now," Blake called to his other lover, in a bit of unfamiliar territory. Though not completely. "Could you wait for me downstairs, please?"

Seul-ki shook out her long hair, and her face transformed as she dropped her disguise. She met Blake's eyes again and smiled a little.

"Would you mind if I...watched?"

Blake had no idea what to say to that. He was moving a bit into Ilya again, the orc girl doing most of the work to push back. Blake felt rather trapped and confused, but also turned on as hell.

"If you like," he eventually managed, not sure how he felt about it. Ilya seemed pretty much ambivalent. She had her eyes closed again, moaning as she slid herself like wet silk down his shaft.

Seul-ki sat on a large, comfortable chair facing the desk. She started unbuttoning her blouse, letting down her hair and settling herself in. Blake soon found he couldn't help but watch as he fingers trailed over her own body.

"I'm not sure how much it will let me touch myself," Seul-ki complained. "Without some kind of penalty."

It seemed she intended to find out. She put her legs on the chair and spread them, one hand moving inside her blouse to touch her breasts, the other sliding up and down over her panties.

"Is this..." Ilya managed between moans. "Is this your concubine?"

"Something like that."

Blake was getting back into it now, driving into Ilya with a bit more rhythm. If Ilya and Seul-ki weren't bothered, he certainly wasn't going to allow himself to be.

"Not while I'm in heat," Ilya practically growled. "It's mine. I...need it. All."

Blake snorted and kept pumping, eyes locked on the little Korean's fingers as she slowly slid aside her underwear and exposed herself. She ran a finger over her opening, then lifted it away and made a frustrated groan.

"It's warning me..." she said, still playing with her nipples.

Blake grinned as he started True Making with one half of his partitioned mind.

He wasn't a dildo expert, but he imagined he could get something close enough. As he pictured the thing he decided his own example was what he knew best, and made something as close to an exact replica as he could.

A very good clone of his own member formed in the air, and Blake took a moment to appreciate the artistry. Then he floated it forward with Telekinesis.

"I've gotten rather good with control," he said.

Seul-ki's eyes followed the phallice as he kept on fucking Ilya with the other half of his attention, eyes and power carefully guiding his device between Seul-ki’s legs.

She gasped as it touched her, then moved her fingers away as Blake rubbed her up and down. She started smiling, then closed her eyes and lay back her head as Blake kept rubbing.

Apparently 'dildos' were another project on his ever-growing list of objects needing further study. Vibration seemed out with his current skill set, but one never knew with magic. Perhaps if he could figure that out there might be other possibilities. But now wasn't the time for thinking...

He slid the replica's tip inside Seul-ki, and she seemed to be enjoying herself either way. Before long, both girls were moaning as Blake fucked them with two versions of his cock. The one in Seul-ki stroked his ego, the one in Ilya stroked a lot more.

For a little while he could hardly believe what was happening, but he locked that away behind the insanity of the new world. So he was fucking an orc noblewoman and his Korean girlfriend with a floating dildo and mind powers. What about it?

The women were certainly not asking questions. Ilya was panting, gripping the desk, her legs spread wide for him to do whatever he wanted. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, and she turned and almost gored him with her little tusks trying to get at his tongue.

She came as soon as he kissed her, clamping him so tightly he could hardly move as she cried out with pleasure mixed with relief. When she finally stopped shaking she looked back at him with half-eyed gratitude and lust, a naughty grin on her face as she kept sliding him inside.

"You may have your concubine, too, if you wish," she said, as if in apology. "It was just the heat talking."

Blake smiled and kissed her again, fucking Seul-ki faster now as she started to hold her breath.

"Don't worry, my love," he said. "I'll take good care of you both. But I want to see my cum dripping out of that perfect little pussy of yours."

Ilya shuddered with another moan, and Blake gave her two fingers to suck as he fucked her harder and faster. Her wetness was already dripping down his balls, her soaked sex making sucking sounds as he rammed into her and slapped against her ass.

Seul-ki was watching him, hands on her nipples as his creation pumped inside her. Her feet were raised in the air, shaking now as she covered her mouth and cried out.

Blake’s usually iron will was slipping. He let go of any resistance, lost in the lust of Seul-ki's voyeurism, of Ilya's need, of his own ownership of both.

Ilya was still gently squeezing him with every thrust, milking him with her amazing pussy as he let the pressure build.

He cried out with the release, feeling like he'd exploded with pressure inside his orc queen.

Her eyes were closed as she sucked his fingers and spread her legs, going slack as he filled her with every drop. His balls squeezed with every sensitive twitch and spasm as he came.

For a few blissful seconds he forgot entirely about making constructs, or killing demons, or dealing with several hundred traitorous, greed goblins.

There was only the beautiful vision of Seul-ki satisfied in the chair, her legs spread and a smile on her face as she looked at him. And Ilya now lying beneath him without moving, still sucking his fingers, happy as a (green) kitten with cream.

He let out a long, satisfied breath, and let the moment linger. Then it was gone.

"OK," he said, giving Ilya's ass a final slap. "Not that I’m complaining, Seul-ki. But how the hell did you get in here?"