It had been a week, and so far the whole thing hadn’t come crashing down yet. They got dinner together before work. They found each other instead of the break room.
And Tanyth had invited Linza and Grun over to their apartment to spend the weekend. The apartment was a bit larger than Linza’s, though still much smaller than Wyn’s residence.
Tanyth’s decorating style was bohemian and trendy, full of colorful and earthy waves, intermingled with brass fittings.
Their bedroom was simple, just a mattress on the floor, piled with quilts and tufted pillows and scraps of fur. Grun lay there, arms behind his head, grinning, erection standing at attention. Linza reclined next to him, reflecting his calm anticipation.
Tanyth was already a panting mess. They were stroking themselves and had been warming up with not one, not two, but three dildos in successively wider girths.
“You said you’ve been practicing all week?” Linza crooned.
“Yes!” Tanyth gasped.
“Do you get this hot and bothered each time?”
“Y-yes, of c-course I do!”
There was something about Tanyth that when they played with their ass they got in a more feminine mood.
That was hardly the rule—there were plenty of people who remained clearly dominant even when they were technically on the receiving end. Just, Tanyth wasn’t one of them.
They gasped and moaned as they worked the largest of the dildos in and out again. It was almost as thick as Grun. Almost.
“O-okay… okay, are you ready?” Tanyth said.
“Ready when you are,” Grun said.
“F-fuck, I’m ready,” Tanyth said.
Grun slicked his shaft with lubricant, moaning indulgently.
Tanyth finally pulled the dildo out with a sigh and a pop and they set it aside and came over to Grun.
Grun stroked himself.
They watched, eyes following his hand. “I am so fucking ready,” they breathed.
“Then hop on board,” Grun said.
They aligned themselves over Grun, and then carefully lowered.
Significant consideration had gone into this aspect, and Tanyth had decided that this would be the best way for them to set the pace, especially since it was how they often played with their dildos.
Tanyth’s rim met Grun’s tip, and their eyes fluttered. They stroked themselves with one hand and spread themselves with the other.
They moaned, and then Grun’s tip was inside. “F-fuck!” Tanyth gasped. “Fuck that’s good…”
Linza pressed her legs together, enjoying her mounting arousal. She liked to let it build until she couldn’t take it anymore. But she still had a ways to go. As did Tanyth.
Tanyth lowered themselves a little farther. They groaned deeply. Lifted themselves, then settled a bit more. Grun’s shaft had a slight curve to it and was thickest in the middle, and that was where the girth would be larger than Tanyth’s toy.
“Fuck, Linza! How do you take this whole thing?”
Linza grinned smugly. “I just want it that bad, I guess.”
“I want it!” Tanyth said. Their legs shook, already tiring. “Nnngh maybe I shouldn’t have taken so long getting warmed up…”
“Just sit back and relax,” Grun teased.
“I c-can’t! You’re so big!”
Grun smirked. “Remember, you’re going to have to use your safe word if it’s actually too much, because I think I’d quite like to see you slide right down and pop.”
Tanyth gasped, succumbing to the arousal. They slowed their stroking then lifted and resettled themselves again. “My legs are tired but… but you’re so big I c-can’t…” Tanyth slid further than they had before, not coming up again. They tried to push themselves up, but their legs just trembled. “I c-can’t…”
Now, Linza’s own arousal could not remain untended. She eagerly brought her fingers to her sex and her other hand to a breast.
Tanyth panted. They stroked themselves slowly. “I d-don’t know if I can t-take you without coming…”
“Only one way to find out, hm?” Grun’s cheeks were flushed red, his voice husky. He was doing his best to maintain a cool demeanor, and it was imperative that he not give into the temptation to buck his hips. But the slow, slow progress of the heat enveloping him must have been torture.
“You feel so good,” Tanyth groaned, slipping down further. They stroked faster, unable to contain themselves any longer, even if it meant sabotaging their goal. As that built their arousal, they relaxed even further, and slid down faster.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tanyth moaned and quivered as they finally stretched to accomodate Grun’s full girth, and their ass landed on Grun’s balls. They pressed both their hands flat against Grun’s stomach. Tanyth shivered, clear pre-cum leaking from their tip. They held their breath, then took long, slow breaths as their shaft twitched and dripped pre-cum. “Fuck, that was close…”
Grun also breathed deeply, calming himself.
Linza shivered, remembering the sensation of Grun inside of her, reaching her fingers inside of herself to curl around to her spot.
Tanyth’s breathing didn’t taper off. It stayed deep, slow, deliberate. They kept both hands flat on Grun’s stomach. “F-fuck I’m still so close… it’s not… I’m not… you’re so big!”
“H-how does it feel?” Grun said.
“It feels so good! Fuck it feels so good!” Tanyth quivered, their tip dripping again. “I don’t know what to… I don’t want to stop but… I’m gonna come if…”
Grun swallowed. “I’m not gonna be able to sit still for much longer, especially with you squeezing me like that.”
“That’s okay… I think you can… you can definitely…”
“Once I start I cannot stop,” Grun growled.
“Fuck me!” Tanyth gasped. “Fuck me, please!”
Grun’s hips bucked, and Tanyth screamed with delight. The lubricant allowed Grun to slide in and out easily, even despite Tanyth’s desperate clenching. Grun put his hands to their waist and held them steady, bucking up into them.
Tanyth’s eyes nearly rolled back into their head. “You feel so fucking good!” Even without a hand at their shaft, they hurtled over the edge, spurting cum onto Grun’s stomach.
The tight, rhythmic contractions of Tanyth’s orgasm pulled Grun into his own climax. He growled and pressed up into Tanyth one last time, shaking as he pumped his load into the little half-elf, holding them hard against his base.
“Oh fuck,” Tanyth breathed, “I can feel you… filling me…” Their own shaft still dripped on Grun’s stomach.
Finally, they stilled.
Grun let himself drift off into a dreamy repose, more so to ensure that his shaft softened than because he was actually exhausted.
Tanyth waited patiently, afterglow buoyed by the lingering, fulfilling girth of the half-orc, until Grun had waned enough that Tanyth could withdraw. Tanyth teetered and collapsed onto a balled-up quilt in a puddle of bliss.
Linza was on her own edge, but she had opted to fully enjoy the spectacle of her two lovers. She had built a most delicious arousal, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do with it.
As Grun stirred towards her, she straddled his face.
She paused there a moment. His eyes pleaded up at her. Yes, please.
She sank onto his face.
He lapped at her greedily.
It didn’t take long.
She would have sworn she came three times, once for each of them.