Linza learned another thing that week—writing a bit of smut to share with Grun and Tanyth was a great way to pitch them on an activity that they could do together. 

Their shifts concluded for the evening, the three lovers were in one of the estate’s rooms purpose-built for explicit experiences.

The walls were lined with racks and cubbies full of dildos, jars, blindfolds, skeins of rope, and so on. Crops hung in a neat line against the wall, flanked by coiled bull whips.

The ‘bed’ at the center of the room was more of a frame with padded segments, articulated and set with a variety of bolts and screws so that it could be arranged to support nearly any posture. 

Tanyth had suggested this room based on Linza’s premise, and she could now see why. It had all the tools and accessories to enable the conversion of fantasy to experience, not unlike Linza’s illusions.

Tanyth adjusted the bed with practiced ease. Linza caught herself wondering how long they’d worked this experience, and in what way. She’d have to ask them later. 

And Linza was a little nervous, though not unpleasantly. Her proposal put her quite literally as the center of attention, though neither Grun nor Tanyth seemed to mind in the slightest.

It was with little ceremony that Tanyth summoned her over to the bed to ensure that they had adjusted the proportions correctly. She lay over it on her stomach, her chest and hips supported, her knees bent under her as if she might have stood on them, and her arms able to either fall to rest below her or to prop up even with her head.

Tanyth made a few adjustments. As they did, Linza wondered how she might usher the scenario from the practical into the erotic once the adjustments were ready.

She need not have worried, because Grun was particularly good at ushering any scenario, no matter how practical, into the explicitly erotic.

He moaned behind her, and she turned to see his trousers already discarded and him already stroking himself.

She liked that he found her so compellingly arousing, even without any effort on her part, other than being naked. Her own want became warmer.

“Gods, I love your ass up like that,” Grun said. He stared reverently at her.

Tanyth clicked the last bolt into place. “How’s that?”

“Seems good,” Linza said.

“It’s best to start into things slowly to make sure the angle is appropriate,” they continued.

Linza turned to look pointedly at Grun.

He pouted. “Slowly?!”

“Yes.”

His pout turned to a grin, first wry and then wicked. “Alright. Alright, I can start slow.”

Linza bit her lip, already imagining what he might have in mind.

His first step was to fetch a jar of lubricant from the shelf and dip his hand inside.

His other hand cupped the curve of her ass, groped appreciatively, and then his slippery fingertips found her vulva.

She gasped, surprised at how quickly her analytical mood could dissolve into pleasure, especially with supplemental lubricant. She’d had to explain to Grun that just because she wasn’t already wet didn’t mean she wasn’t excited, and after a bit of stubbornness wherein he ensured she wasn’t just trying to placate him, he’d taken to slathering her with lube at any opportunity.

This was another element that added to the fantasy—she could imagine it had all come from her desperate arousal, and yet she could simultaneously appreciate his thoughtfulness.

His fingertips slid easily over her, the viscous fluid dripping from his fingers to the floor. She did her best to simply enjoy the sensation, but the teasing spun her into wanting, and she wiggled on the bed.

“Still comfy?” Grun asked.

“Put something inside of meeee…” she whined.

He obliged, slipping a finger inside. 

She gasped, gripping the padding under her fingertips.

He teased her, and as she wiggled again, he slipped another finger inside.

Together, they were the girth of an average human shaft, and he fucked her accordingly.

Tanyth observed her movement over the padding and adjusted a few of the angles of the panels so that she didn’t have to hold herself in place with as much effort. As Tanyth instructed Grun’s pace and angle so that they could fine-tune the panels, Linza felt less and less like the creator of the scenario and more and more like the subject. She lustily accepted Grun and Tanyth’s attentions.

Once Tanyth was satisfied with the adjustments, they went over to the cubbies and returned with a glass orb. It was clear and hollow, and within it was a series of rings and a spherical weight set off-center—a gyroscope. Tanyth wound it through the air in a practiced motion, aligning all the rings to spin.

As they did, the orb kicked back, resisting their movements and pulling with its own internal momentum. Once wound like this, if then contained, it would vibrate intensely, the circular weight inside ever spinning in its orbit.

It had been crafted with a bit of clever alchemy so that it had no internal friction and it would quiver with that energy for a half an hour or more.

Grun took note. “Does it vibrate harder if you wind it up more?”

Tanyth nodded.

“Teach me how?”

Tanyth grinned, then obliged.

Linza gasped and pouted as Grun’s hands left her, and leaving her with an eager dread for what Grun was about to do with the little mechanism.

It took him a few tries to get the hang of the movements, but once he did, he easily had it spinning as hard as it had in Tanyth’s hands, and then some.

When Tanyth wound the gyroscope, it was obvious how its momentum pushed back against them.

When Grun wound it, it was as if it absorbed all of his own immovable strength. He brought his hand to a firm stop, and the device vibrated violently in his palm.

Linza gulped.

Grun kneeled by her head. “You look a little apprehensive. I can slow it down, if you want.”

Linza shook her head. “L-let me try it, first.”

Tanyth showed Grun that there was a padded compartment with an open top within the bed for just such a purpose. Linza lifted her hips up out of the way and Grun closed the orb in even as it tried to leap out of his fingers.

The entire bed rumbled with the energy of the orb, even muffled as it was. If Linza lowered her hips back down, it would be right at the front of her mound, and depending on how she rocked her hips, she could press her clitoris or labia against it.

Slowly she lowered herself, Grun and Tanyth just as eager as she was to see the effect.

As she touched against it, a quiver of intense pleasure spread throughout her whole body, turning her muscles slack and pulling her whole weight down on top of it. “Holyyyyyyy shit… nnnnnngh…”

Grun perked. “That’s a happy noise?”

“It’s a happy noise,” Linza managed.

Then Grun’s fingertips were back at her labia, and Linza gasped. Then he was inside of her and she moaned. He fucked her with his fingers. Her breathing quickened.

Tanyth stepped in front of her and Linza greedily reached out for their hips, pulling them towards her.

Their shaft had softened as they’d focused. Her hungry tongue quickly had them gasping and lengthening.

“O-okay,” they said. “E-everything should be… good to go…”

And so the scenario that Linza had pitched to them began.

She adjusted to the intense sensation and so more deliberately worked at Tanyth’s shaft, cupping their balls with her hand. She could envelop most of their length with her mouth, and she wrapped her other hand around their base.

Then Grun withdrew his fingers from her. There was the sound of the jar of lube, Grun’s happy moan, a smacking sound.

Linza’s body twitched with anticipation.

“Greedy, aren’t you?” Grun said.

Linza moaned affirmation into Tanyth’s shaft.

“You just love this big, thick orc cock, don’t you? Can’t get enough?”

She trembled, wanting him inside of her so badly, hating and loving the way he teased her.

He grabbed her ass in his hands, his slick fingers sliding easily over her.

She arched her back at him, shook her hips to spur him on, knowing it would make her ass jiggle and the heat of his desire would melt his resolve to tease her.

As she’d hoped, he growled and pressed his tip into her.

Her moan became a scream of delight, still muffled by Tanyth’s shaft in her mouth.

Tanyth shuddered, gasping, overwhelmed by the combined sight and stimulation.

Slowly, Grun pressed his entire length into her. The stretch was delicious, the fullness intoxicating, the combination with the vibrations intensely pleasurable.

Grun withdrew and pressed in again with another long stroke, though he shuddered and fought to keep control. “F-fuck I can feel that buzzing through you… Ngh, feels so fucking good…” Grun controlled his pace for only a few more strokes before he was fucking her hard.

Thanks to Tanyth’s careful calibration, the angle was perfect. Not only did Grun’s girth fill her, but the swell of his shaft pressed exactly on her spot of especial pleasure. Between that, the vibrating orb, and Tanyth’s length in her mouth, Linza had never had so many of her favorite sensations triggered at once.

Each was a catalyst to her pleasure, exponentially enhancing the others.

As Grun fucked her, the motion transferred through her body and, in effect, fucked Tanyth as well. Tanyth steadied themselves against the bed, holding themselves as still as they could as Linza moved over them.

“F-fuck, Linza, you feel so good…”

All she could do was moan and pant as she was spit-roasted just as enthusiastically as she’d imagined. Her last conscious thought was that this was a perfect example of how nothing heightened her pleasure more than giving pleasure as she received it.

And then her thoughts melted away in hot intensity of sensation.

She felt like a super-heated pot of water. When pure water was put to heat in a too-clean pot, the little bubbles of steam had nowhere to go. Instead of boiling, the energy remained distributed throughout the water, the whole basin on the cusp of steam.

A sudden movement or a grain of salt would be enough to finally start the vaporization and the entire pot would erupt into a furious boil.

Linza felt like that, all her senses over-heated. The smallest grain of an orgasmic sensation would send her erupting, but she couldn’t find it. Her molecules rattled against each other. There was only the ever growing heat that blanked the mind and shook the bones. The edges of her body melted, there was just moaning and panting, heartbeats shared, heat and blood flowing between them.

She couldn’t stand it any longer.

She wanted it to never stop.

Tanyth’s body tensed, their breathing caught.

Grun, having been waiting for them, having been watching their face and attuning with their pleasure, quickened his pace. 

Linza’s mouth moved over them faster, and Tanyth tipped over the edge with a deep moan. Their shaft pulsed under Linza’s fingers, covering Linza’s tongue with their hot sweetness.

Grun growled and pushed all the way into her, and she reflexively squeezed him as he throbbed, gasping and shaking over her with his own climax.

Tanyth withdrew, dizzily flitting down to a stool on that side of the room.

Grun stayed, though he was still now, pleasure extended by the vibrations of the orb and Linza’s tight heat around him.

As the sensations faded somewhat, Linza’s awareness returned, but her desire was no less intense.

She rocked her hips, grinding against the orb and squeezing against Grun’s girth for sensation. It was working. It felt so good, and yet she felt so overstimulated, so desperate for some relief of the tension ringing in her body.

Grun thrust into her again.

She gasped, the feeling pleasurable, but it would distract her from her goal.

“S-stay still if you can.”

“Alright.” Grun obliged.

Linza rocked her hips again, the vibrations of the orb building heat and the contractions of her muscles catching it. She grasped at them desperately.

At the sensation of her squeezing around him, Grun moaned and trembled, struggling to stay still.

The sound, the feeling, the knowing, fanned her flame. She was so close. The climax eluded her, as if the intensity of her previous sensation had set the peak higher than ever before. She reached again, and again, her fingers stretching towards the precious light…

And then she found it. All the pent-up heat turned into a violent explosion, venting through a visceral scream. Her eyes flashed open, her body shocked by the depth of pleasure, the intensity of sensation.

Each wave was as strong as her usual peak, and as her mind tumbled like a stone within underneath rapids.

And as the sensation eased it did not cast her upon a shore of stillness, but rather continued flowing down a river, each bend another delight, an ever-flowing vitality.

Grun withdrew, legs shaking as he sat down against the far wall.

Linza stayed where she was, perfectly cradled by the armature bed, the current of the vibrations still carrying her through lengths of sensual pleasure she had not even considered to imagine.

When she finally stirred, the orb was still, and it was late into the night. Before she could rise, Grun pushed to his feet, lifting her off of the bed and into his warm arms. She tucked against his chest and he returned to his spot, leaning against the wall and soon asleep again.

She snuggled into Grun, lulled by Tanyth’s soft snoring, totally content.