Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 52: Science

The room looked somewhere between a dungeon and a laboratory, and that was exactly the point. All the walls were stone. One wall was lined with iron hoops set into the rocks and a variety of frames and bars and clips and harnesses meant for bondage. The other was lined with shelves of beakers and cauldrons, jars of reagents, a workbench and a small stove.

It was more of a toy set than an actual laboratory, Linza realized as she inventoried what was available. But that was all well and good—she didn’t plan to do much actual alchemy that day.

Tanyth took the lead on getting Grun set up, fitting the half-orc in a harness and then buckling leather cuffs to his wrists and ankles. There were eight ropes clipped to iron hoops, four on either side of the wall, and each leading back to a pulley and a locking mechanism.

Tanyth loosened four of the ropes, two on each side, and clipped them to Grun’s wrists and ankles, letting him get a feel for it.

Linza helped to tighten the ropes according to Tanyth’s instructions. The ropes passed through several pulleys, meaning that she’d have a significant amount of leverage, even over someone as strong as Grun. But to start, they left a good bit of slack in the ropes. 

Grun could still stand comfortably, but he wouldn’t be able to cross his arms across his body. And, most importantly, he wouldn’t be able to touch his shaft, which was already half-erect and throbbing.

Tanyth stepped back and nodded, admiring their handiwork.

Both they and Linza were wearing lab coats of bleached cotton to complete the look.

“Thank you very much, my lovely assistant,” Linza said to Tanyth. “This is quite the specimen.” Linza stepped up and ran her fingertips from Grun’s cheek, down over his chest, to just above his shaft. He shivered. “He shall do quite nicely. However did you find him?”

Tanyth giggled. “I made lewd noises, and he came running. He’s very sexually motivated.”

Grun huffed and pouted. “Hey, just because it’s true...”

“Do you have the list?” Linza asked Tanyth.

Tanyth bounded over to the workbench and returned with a piece of parchment clipped at two corners to a wooden board. “I do!”

“What’s first?”

“Initial preparations. Non-genital stimulation.”

“Ah, yes, thank you.” Linza stepped up to Grun, keeping her air of disinterested scientist but loving the wary look on his face.

“W-what do you want from me?” Grun asked, though he already knew.

“Just some samples.” She brought her fingertips to his chest and swirled them there. She lingered on his nipples, running circles and making him gasp, and then swept her hands down over his hips.

His erection bobbed to full hardness.

Tanyth joined in and together the two of them touched every inch of Grun’s body that wasn’t his actual cock, balls, or rim. Linza trailed kisses up his arms. Tanyth ran their tongue around the edges of his hips, over the shallows of his pelvis.

Grun was shaking and gasping in no time, and they continued for several minutes.

Tanyth checked the clock and withdrew, going to pick up their list again. “Alright, it’s time to begin. Experiment number one: tip stimulation only.”

“T-that wasn’t the beginning yet?” Grun moaned. 

Linza gently took the tip of his shaft in her fingers and circled her thumb right under his head.

Grun managed a brief attempt at composure before he moaned and gave in, his shaft throbbing under her fingertips.

“Note the time and bring the sample tube, please.”

Tanyth jotted down the time on the first entry on the paper and fetched one of the sample tubes. They were finger-length and clear glass, open at the top and closed at the bottom, arranged in a rack. Linza had already labeled them with numbers, and Tanyth fetched the first one.

Grun quivered at the teasing sensation, but so far, he behaved. Linza was curious to see how long he lasted. It clearly felt good, but it would leave him begging for more.

After about five minutes of tip-only stimulation, he shuddered against the ropes and rewarded Linza with a bead of pre-cum at his tip. She gently took it with the edge of the sample tube and he shivered at the cold touch.

“Excellent,” she said. “How are we on time?”

“It’s time to proceed to the next one.”

“Which is?”

“Half shaft stimulation.”

“Excellent.”

Tanyth jotted down the time again and traded Linza for a fresh sample tube.

This time, she wrapped her fingers around him and stroked the fore half of his shaft, his foreskin sliding easily under her touch and providing significantly more sensation.

Grun shuddered against the ropes again, leaning forward and trying to bring his bound hands towards his cock.

Linza kept the sample tube to his tip and milked out several more drops before Tanyth called out that it was time for the next phase.

“Testicles only!” Tanyth cheerily called.

“You’ll hold the sample tube for this one?”

“Yes, of course.”

Linza pulled up a stool and sat before Grun. He was tall enough that she didn’t really have to kneel. 

Tanyth readied themselves at his tip, careful to not provide any stimulation there.

Linza looked up at Grun and licked her lips.

He twitched in anticipation.

Then she cupped his balls in her hands and licked them, covering as much of him with each stroke of her tongue as she could.

Both male and female anatomy developed analogously, female being the ‘default’ and male genitalia developing in response to testosterone during fetal development. The head of the penis was analogous to the clitoris, though the clitoris had even more nerves than the head and shaft of a penis combined. Most interesting to this current activity was that the scrotum, which housed the testicles, was analogous to the outer labia.

So Linza understood, with deep empathy, how just this sensation could send Grun moaning and gasping even more than teasing his tip and shaft. When Linza was receiving oral sex, that’s how she liked it to start. First, with the labia and then proceeding to include the clitoris, but never neglecting the labia.

And she enjoyed the paradox of their scientific demeanor and how she was now practically worshipping his balls, licking and sucking and moaning.

Grun again attempted to reach for his neglected shaft, straining against the ropes that held his arms apart. To no avail. He might have tried to twist more, but then Linza would have simply stopped touching him at all.

Tanyth called time, and Linza reluctantly withdrew.

She checked the sample tube as Tanyth held it to her, and she was excited to see that there was nearly a milliliter of clear fluid. “My, what an excellent sample!”

Grun groaned. “I-if you want my cum, I can cum…”

“Oh, no, of course not! That won’t be necessary. It is actually the pre-cum that is of greatest interest to us today. Exotic pre is in quite the high demand, don’t you know. We’re looking for the most efficient harvest methods.”

He grumbled, “If you want pre you should play with my ass…”

“Ass play starts with item ten,” Linza sunnily reported.

“Ten?!” Grun suddenly looked truly desperate.

“I believe we were just about to start number four. Our specimen is getting unruly though. I think we’d better tighten the restraints. For scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded. “For scientific integrity. Fifteen rotations should be about right.”

Linza and Tanyth went to each side of the wall.

“T-that won’t be necessary, I can be ruly,” Grun said.

Linza and Tanyth paid him no mind, and each spun their crank fifteen times, which pulled about six inches of slack out of each of the ropes at Grun’s arms. He could still move his arms, but they could no longer rest by his side.

Tanyth checked the list. “Four is half shaft stimulation, base half.”

That one really got Grun wriggling, and Linza was glad they’d tightened the ropes. Mostly, he couldn’t help but thrust into her hand, primal instincts activated by the pressure at his base.

“Greedy, aren’t we?” Linza teased.

“F-fuck, I really can’t help it when—”

She squeezed his base, and his hips bucked again.

“—when you do that…”

“This might interrupt collection. Assistant, could you please help me limit our specimen’s pelvic motion?”

“Certainly.”

“W-wait, what?”

Tanyth went around behind Grun. He was wearing a harness across his chest that had loops at his upper arms and upper thighs also, and a belt-like band around his waist. Tanyth clipped a ring at the back of the harness to an appropriately placed iron ring in the wall.

Grun pulled against it. The harness dug into his skin, but the iron didn’t budge, and he could no longer thrust his hips forward.

Even though Linza knew exactly what was next, she said, “Alright, assistant. Five, please?”

“Five is the application of a cock ring, and then we repeat one through four with the cock ring on as six through nine.” Tanyth fetched a strip of kid leather and handed it to Linza.

She nodded and returned to Grun.

“I-I don’t know if I can take much more of this,” Grun said.

“Well, we’ll find out, won’t we?” Linza grinned. “That’s science!”

Grun gulped. “Yay… science…”

Any further protests evaporated when she swept the strip of leather behind his balls and around his base. The leather towards his skin was soft, but there was a firmer strip of leather on the outside with a small buckle. She situated the leather and then gently tightened it until she could no longer slip a finger behind it.

This presented his balls forward, and his cock throbbed even harder.

“F-fuck that’s tight…”

Linza put her hand on Grun’s thighs and found his eyes. “Is it alright?”

He nodded. “I l-like it tight.”

Linza grinned. “You certainly do when I ride you.”

Grun’s hips bucked, but the clip held him in place.

Linza grinned and turned to Tanyth. “Note a slight modification for item five — instead of just letting him sit there with this on, I’m going to say lewd things.”

Tanyth nodded dutifully as Linza picked up the corresponding sample tube.

“C-c’mon,” Grun said, “You can’t do this to me…”

“I can do whatever I want to you.”

He twitched again, his eyes softening.

“Just imagine how much pre you’ll drip if I keep you like this for hours.”

He bucked against the harness, releasing a drip that Linza collected with the cold, smooth edge of the sample tube.

“If I just never let you come… why, I expect you’d practically become a faucet!”

“We’d be rich!” Tanyth chimed in.

“N-no please, can’t you use my cum too? I’ll still have plenty of pre after…”

“Hm, assistant, I think the specimen may be trying to compromise our scientific integrity.”

Tanyth nodded, their blue ponytail bouncing. “I quite agree. I think I know of a way to remedy this situation.”

They returned with a ball gag. Linza had to help steady them as they stood on a stool to buckle it around the back of Grun’s head. The gag showed off his pointed canines, and Linza thought the effect was quite cute. Especially when he immediately started drooling.

“That’s much better,” she said. 

Grun grumbled under the gag.

“Alright,” Tanyth said, checking the list. “Back to head stimulation only!”

Between the heightened sensation from the cock ring and the fact that they’d been at this for almost a half an hour, Grun was a trembling, moaning mess. He whimpered as she stroked his tip, then groaned with relief as she stroked the fore half of his shaft. Those yielded half a milliliter and a full milliliter of sample, respectively. 

When Linza descended upon his balls, so tautly presented for her oral pleasure, she thought he might actually pull his way out of the cuffs. He moaned and drooled and shook. So desperate.

And yet, Linza and Tanyth carried on diligently collecting their samples, grinning to each other.

Her hand at Grun’s base had him bucking uncontrollably. Only through Tanyth’s deft maneuvering of the sample tube did they manage to collect everything.

“And now we’re to ten!” Tanyth said.

Linza grinned up at Grun, whose eyes were glassy. “Do you remember what ten is?”

He blinked at her.

“Ten is when we start ass play.”

His hips bucked, and he shook against the ropes.

Tanyth went to the other side of the room and wheeled over an armature, similar to the one that had propped Linza up for spit roasting, but much larger. Tanyth expertly manipulated it into the shape that they would need for their next set of experiments.

Linza had asked Grun ahead of time whether he preferred the carrot or the rod, and he significantly preferred the carrot.

So, she came up to him and started stroking his full shaft as Tanyth unclipped his wrists and ankles. Grun’s arms fell limply at his sides.

Now that she had his pleasure in her hands, she controlled all his attentions. “Come this way. You wouldn’t want this to stop, would you?”

He shook his head, and she led him over to the armature and guided him to kneel against it. The end result was as if he’d leaned himself over a table. His ass was up in the air, his legs parted, and the armature gave him a place to rest his knees so he wouldn’t have to hold up his weight.

Tanyth clipped Grun’s wrists and ankles, and harness into place on iron hoops set into the armature. Grun’s cock hung down into the open part of the armature, easily accessible.

Grun had hardly noticed. His drool ran onto the floor now, and his face was soft with bliss as Linza stroked him. 

Then she stopped. His eyes flickered open, and he seemed to realize where he was. He pulled against his bindings, but the armature remained solid.

Linza fetched a stoppered vial and opened it, pouring half of the contents out over Grun’s raised ass. He shivered at the cold and moaned with anticipation.

Tanyth fetched a sample tube and positioned it under Grun’s twitching cock. “Number ten! Manual stimulation of the anus.”

Linza placed her fingertips thusly, and Grun dissolved under her touch. He moaned and shook. Tanyth nodded eagerly up at Linza, indicating that the sample was coming along nicely. Linza had previously noticed that Grun became a veritable dispenser of pre-cum when his ass came into play, and her scientific excitement wasn’t all for show. It really was fun to see just what pushed his buttons, so to speak. Of course, amount of pre-cum wasn’t really a direct correlate to amount of pleasure—an electric shock to the appropriate gland would be an unpleasant but effective way to trigger its release—but Grun gave plenty of indications of his happiness.

Had they not been timing the ‘steps’ of the ‘experiment’, Linza would have quickly proceeded past this stage, eager to get Grun really going. But, the precise timing was part of the fun. Stretching out each stage. The pleasurable dread of knowing that any ‘end’ was quite far away.

Tanyth called the time, and Linza withdrew.

Though, Tanyth hesitated from their place at Grun’s shaft. “What… should I do if he hasn’t stopped dripping?”

Linza crouched down to watch. There were already two milliliters in the tube and, sure enough, another droplet formed at his tip. She grinned. “I’ll help you swap it out as we go to the next one. You stay here for a sec.”

She came around to Grun’s face, unbuckled the gag, and set it aside. She rubbed his cheeks with her fingertips as his head lolled against one of the padded panels of the armature. 

He wouldn’t be protesting any more, and it was important that he could tell them if anything was uncomfortable. Especially because the next thing she fetched from her bag was a glass dildo. She coated this also with lube. Then she swapped tubes with Tanyth, set the used one back in the rack, and stepped around to Grun’s ass again.

Linza winked at Tanyth and so they didn’t call this next one out. Grun hadn’t seen her latest preparations—he was too hazy.

So when the cool glass touched his rim, he gasped.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck yes, yes please…”

Linza pressed the tip gently inside.

Grun arched his back towards her, groaning and grasping at the padding under his fingers.

Linza pressed in a little more. And then a little more. And then much to his chagrin and her satisfaction, she held it there as he shook and whined and quivered for the remaining minutes of that experiment phase.

Tanyth quickly swapped sample tubes again, and Linza saw as they swept past that this tube was the fullest yet.

Experiment twelve was slow, deliberate thrusts centered on his prostate. Thirteen combined those thrusts with Tanyth stroking the tip of Grun’s shaft. Both produced ample samples.

“Aren’t you a pretty little milk maid?” Linza said, leaning down towards Tanyth.

Tanyth beamed.

Grun moaned and panted.

“Oh, do you like that?” Linza teased. “Us milking you?”

Grun shuddered.

Tanyth nodded. “Well, it’s working quite nicely.”

By the time experiment thirteen was done, Grun sounded like he was already edging.

The pause between would be torture, and Linza took her time fetching a new tube for Tanyth.

Experiment fourteen was harder thrusting, a proper fucking, but without shaft stimulation. That offered the most pre of all, nearly five milliliters. Tanyth reported that it was no longer dripping, but coming in spurts.

Linza insisted that more data was required, and she traded with Tanyth so that she could see for herself. Grun was dripping constantly. Every few strokes, he would groan and quiver and clench around the dildo, and a spurt of pre splash into the sample tube.

Linza’s scientific integrity was wavering. Fortunately, this was nearly the end of what she had planned. “Wow, you are really dripping.”

“Yes! I know… I can f-feel it… nnngh…” He moaned and spurted again. “…coming out…”

“These are even better results than we had hoped for,” Linza said, staying in character even as her own sex throbbed. “We may have found a winner, dear assistant. This far exceeds our theoretical predictions and has proven to be a very effective milking method.”

“N-no, please!” Grun whimpered. “I need to come… please… Fuck! nnngh…”

“I have studied your species and confirmed that this collection method is quite safe, even for long periods of time, so you need not worry,” Linza said.

“No… no it’s not, I…” He tried to pull against the restraints, but Tanyth was still fucking him with the dildo and Grun couldn’t manage more than a weak effort.

Making sure that Grun couldn’t see, Linza returned to the lab bench one more time and swapped out the sample tube for a wide-mouthed beaker.

She kneeled under Grun and held the beaker under his dripping cock. Tanyth fucked him vigorously.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Grun moaned. “That f-feels so fucking good…”

As Grun continued dripping, Linza ran her palm over his tip and caught the slick fluid on her hand, using it to lubricate his shaft. She could have gotten the actual lubricant, of course, but Grun was already producing plenty and she thought he’d like her doing it like this. She certainly liked it.

And he sounded like he was loving it. He gasped and panted as if already on the edge.

Every time he dripped his shaft became slicker, and the slicker it got the better it felt, and the better it felt the more he dripped.

“F-fuck that’s so good…” He gripped the padding under his fingers and arched his back, breath heaving. “I c-can’t… I need to… please… I’m so close… I’ve b-been so close…”

Linza glanced at the clock and grinned as she realized she and Tanyth had been teasing Grun for nearly an hour.

Linza propped the beaker into the armature in an appropriate spot and slicked her other palm on his pre, then brought one hand up to fondle his balls, which were still plumped forward by the cock ring.

“Oh! Oh fuck… fuck… oh gods if you do that I… that’s gonna make me… fuck, fuck, please don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, fuck me, fuck me!”

Tanyth seemed just as affected by Grun’s display as Linza was, and their cheeks and ears were rosy with arousal as they fucked Grun as hard as they could.

Grun’s breathing quickened. “Oh gods I can feel it, I’m so close, I… Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck!”

Grun’s balls tightened under Linza’s hand, and she quickly reached for the beaker as she continued stroking him with the other hand.

The first spurt was so powerful, it nearly splashed out of the beaker. For science, as well as her own edification, Linza counted. Ten more waves, his shaft pulsing under her fingers with each, each as thick as the last, until he finally slowed to a drip.

It was at least twenty milliliters.

Linza felt like a pretty little milk maid indeed.

Tanyth gently withdrew the dildo, and Grun moaned and shivered. Linza handed the beaker to Tanyth, and they admired the volume as she unbuckled the cuffs from Grun’s ankles and wrists.

Grun moaned lowly and seemed disinclined to move.

Tanyth sidled over to Linza. “Something has just occurred to me, great alchemist.”

“Oh yes, lovely assistant?”

“We need exotic cum, right?”

“That’s correct.”

“I can’t believe I neglected to mention this earlier, but I have exotic cum, you see.” Tanyth batted their eyelashes at her as their erection tented the front of their lab coat.

Linza chuckled. “Oh, well then I’d better collect a sample, hm? Comparative analysis is important.”

Tanyth nodded enthusiastically and unbuttoned their lab coat. 

Linza reached back and grabbed one of the unused sample tubes. She started with her mouth, running her tongue under their tip, then stroking with her free hand. 

Tanyth gasped, sighing with relief.

As with Grun, their relief soon turned to urgency.

She kept at them with her mouth until they whimpered, and then she dropped her attentions to their balls.

They stroked themselves, still slick with her saliva.

She pressed her tongue at the base of their balls, just at the edge of their perineum.

“Fuck! Linza, Linza—”

Linza leaned back and aligned the tube, and Tanyth did their best to stay still, stroking gently as they supplied their sample. 

As Tanyth heaved a sigh of relief, Linza leaned in and licked their tip, causing them to yelp.

Linza chuckled and withdrew, placing the tube on the rack next to the others. She was amused to see that, just like she had suspected, some of Grun’s tubes of pre-cum had more volume than Tanyth’s whole ejaculate.

Grun had stirred during her time with Tanyth and now unbuckled the harness as he regarded the rack of test tubes. “Wow, is that… really all from me?”

She picked up the beaker and swirled it. “Sure is.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I always appreciated how much you manage to swallow but… now I really appreciate it.”

“Knowledge is power,” she said as she jotted down the exact volumes from each of the labeled tubes onto the sheet where Tanyth had been noting the times.

“Wait, you’re actually writing it down?” Grun said.

“Of course I am. I’ll need something to compare back to, next time.”

“Ne… next time?”

“Only if you want to, of course.”

Grun chuckled. “Ask me tomorrow and you’ll get a resounding ‘yes’. For the moment, I think I can actually say… I don’t feel remotely interested in anything sexual. And that is a miracle.”

Linza grinned, thoroughly pleased with herself. “A miracle of science.”

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 50: Spit Roast

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.

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Part 6: Denoument, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 47: A Stretch

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. 

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Part 5: Triangle, The Alchemist's Illusions

Chapter 46: Proposition

Linza had requested to borrow the madame’s private area of the veranda, the same place that she had first met Grun, and the madame had obliged with a knowing smile.

Linza had arrived a bit early, wanting to be sure to be there first, and also too nervous to do much of anything else.

The sun-warmed breezes of the ocean rippled over the veranda and through her hair. That was much of why she’d wanted to do it here. The sun and the ocean lent her their expansive calm.

Had the day been stormy, she would have taken it as an omen and called off the whole thing. She still found herself ever so slightly wishing that a sudden squall might overtake the blueness of the sky and release her from what she was about to do. 

But just as the estate had no such rule against staff relationships, the sky did no such thing.

Tanyth arrived first. They wore a violet suit, their hair braided down and around one shoulder, strands loosed from the edges to frame their face. Linza suspected they had tapped into their masculine energies for assertiveness.

They looked more cheerful than Linza had expected, which either meant that they had not inferred her true purpose or that they had become much better at lying.

“Linza!” they said as they waved. They came to sit across from her, leaning back in their chair and looking unbothered. “I’ve missed you, this past week.”

“I had a lot of thinking to do,” she said.

“Did you reach any conclusions?” Their facade wavered. Despite their best efforts, they looked very interested in her response.

She hesitated, hoping that at least one element of the day’s timing would work in her favor. 

It did. Tanyth turned towards the sound of the door opening and to the sight of Grun ducking under the doorway, which did not admit his full height. He wore tailored trousers and no shirt, his hair caught up in a bun.

They looked at each other.

Then they looked at Linza.

Linza waved Grun over to sit down.

Tanyth’s facade slipped another inch, and they looked concerned. “I didn’t realize this was…”

Grun grinned smugly and folded his arms as he sat. He dwarfed the little chair, just like he dwarfed Tanyth. “I daresay that’s the point.”

“You know what’s happening?” Tanyth said.

“I reckon we are about to hear a verdict,” Grun said.

“A verdict? What about?”

“Well, she can’t very well tell us if you’re prattling, can she?” Grun met Linza’s eyes. It was a challenge. She held his gaze.

Tanyth glanced nervously between them.

Linza took a deep breath. She was regretting her decision to be sober for this. “What’s happening is… you’re on a date.”

“A date?!” Tanyth said. “Is someone— doesn’t that mean that someone—”

Grun still looked at her with his even eyes, his slight smile. He seemed to already understand.

“All three of us,” Linza said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Like a competition?” Tanyth squeaked.

Grun laughed. “If it were a competition, you wouldn’t be here at all, little bird.”

Linza was nearly offended on Tanyth’s behalf, but Tanyth just looked startled. They were all request and no command. In any contest, Grun would dominate, it was true.

And that was the exact thing that Linza had been struggling with. If she put forward an ultimatum to the two of them, she knew that no matter what she asked, no matter what she clarified, Grun by his nature would seize the prize. Tanyth, by their nature, would defer.

It would be an experiment that undermined its goal by its very design.

Her primary mistake had been looking to a competitive evaluation for answers.

Linza cleared her throat. 

They both looked at her.

“We, all three of us, are here to go on a date with each other. To see… if we all get along. Together. The three of us.”

Grun’s grin deepened.

Tanyth pressed their fingers to their lips. “I’m still not quite sure I…”

Grun reached over and cupped Tanyth’s cheek in his hand. Tanyth’s hand fell to the table and their eyes turned fully up into Grun’s.

“I believe,” Grun said, “that the lady is asking if we can get along. Do you think we can get along?”

Tanyth nodded emphatically.

Grun leaned down and kissed them tenderly. They melted into his embrace.

Linza’s heart raced. This was all going so very much faster than she had expected. Was Grun mocking her? Yet, would she really have invited him here if she thought he would?

He broke the kiss after a moment, and Tanyth hung upon him.

He looked to Linza. “Now, I am sure you are making some very scientific observations,” Grun said.

Linza nodded.

“How do you feel? Jealous? Excited?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Hm, that means the experiment must continue.”

“Does the experiment continuing mean you’re going to kiss me again?” Tanyth said.

“Only if you want me to,” Grun said.

Tanyth threw their arms around Grun’s neck and pulled themselves up into him.

Grun caught their waist and pulled them close.

Linza was feeling very good about her decision to ask to borrow the private veranda.

Grun had been right that she was too quick to defer to another’s happiness. But what had halted her every attempt to follow his advice was that, in the end, there was not so crisp a line between others’ happiness and her own. She was right to cut out abuse from her life, and she would do better at it.

But she was also right to take Grun’s words and find her own way.

Because holy shit was this turning her on.

Tanyth was floating, basking in the glow of attentions finally requited.

Grun was hungry yet tender, his erection already throbbing under his trousers. Whether he did it for her enjoyment or Tanyth’s or for theirs both, Linza did not quite know or care. All her cares evaporated in the growing heat between the three of them.

It was Tanyth who broke the kiss next. They cupped Grun’s cheeks in their small hands and smoothed the edges of his beard. “This is… just yes… but I have to…”

They had the demeanor of a drunk needing a stop in the wash room, especially as they extricated themselves from Grun’s arms and stumbled onto the veranda. But then they threw themselves into Linza’s arms and pressed their lips against hers. 

Linza’s butterflies exploded into flight. It was the sudden vent of wants left unsaid, the snapping of a leash and the rush of freedom.

To want, to crave, to hold, to heal.

Her selfish wish was that a selfless affection could flow between the three of them.

Grun came up around behind her, kissing her hair, her cheek. His lips on her neck, her shoulder.

Her wish came true.

Tanyth tucked their cheek against hers and she nestled into their neck, kissing them there.

“W-where there any s-stipulations on the use of the veranda?” Tanyth asked.

Grun’s hands found Linza’s breasts as his tongue traced the curve from the tip of her shoulder to her temple.

Linza moaned. “We have it for the hour.”

“Always so prepared,” Grun said, tipping her head back with his hand and kissing her again.

Tanyth stood and hastily kicked off their trousers, nearly tripping as they did.

Linza giggled through the kiss, and Grun pressed into her even more fiercely.

His hand pressed between her legs, and she moaned.

Tanyth’s hands found their shaft as they considered their options.

Linza wiggled and Grun leaned back, allowing her to strip her shirt off over her head and unbutton her skirt.

Grun’s trousers were struggling to contain his massive erection. He unbuttoned them and sighed with relief as he freed his member to Linza’s eager affections.

She could fit little more than the head of his shaft in her mouth, though Grun didn’t seem to mind her limits. He groaned happily and his knees shook.

Tanyth came to sit next to her, their hands finding Grun’s balls. “Do you want him inside of you as bad as I do?” Tanyth said.

“Most definitely,” Linza sighed. “But that’s going to take a lot longer than we have here.”

“When in doubt, cock worship?” Tanyth offered.

Linza leaned over and pecked them on the cheek. “You read my mind.”

Any of Grun’s previous machismo vanished as Linza and Tanyth lavished attentions upon him. He quivered and groaned—he gasped and his eyes pleaded.

He eventually ended up back in his chair, Linza and Tanyth kneeling between his legs.

They took turns between his shaft and balls, stroking and licking and moaning.

He shifted, rocking his hips towards them.

Linza broke from his tip for a moment. “Just so you know, he likes a rim job.”

Tanyth’s eyes lit up. They brought their attentions lower. “Ooooh, you took a bath right before this, didn’t you?”

“Y-yeah,” Grun said, “Never hurts to be… nnnngh… prepared…”

Tanyth brought their tongue enthusiastically to Grun’s perineum, licking eagerly.

Linza worked his shaft with both hands and stroked the underside of his head with the flat of her tongue. Already she was treated with another sweet drop of pre-cum.

Tanyth dropped a half an inch lower, and Grun’s voice caught.

Then Tanyth dropped a little lower, and Grun’s moans deepened, his whole body quivering with anticipation.

His shaft throbbed, his pleasure gifting Linza with more pre-cum.

Tanyth dropped a little bit lower.

“F-fuck! T-Tanyth I’m so close… if you get any closer than I’m really gonna… huh…”

Tanyth took that as an invitation to apply their enthusiastic oral attentions directly to Grun’s rim.

Grun’s back arched, he bellowed a moan, and his balls tensed at his base as he catapulted into climax.

Linza swallowed him greedily, the stroking of her tongue pulling even more out of him.

Both she and Tanyth knew how to read him, and they both eased just as pleasure turned to sensitivity.

Grun heaved a full-body sigh and looked up at them, but he seemed more enthused than sated. “Alright, who’s next?”

“Linza, of course!” Tanyth said.

Linza shook her head. “Nope. Tanyth.” She grinned a little wickedly. “I want to see how quickly you can make them pop.”

Grun sat up and dipped his head at Linza. “As you wish.”

Tanyth flushed red, and they trembled with anticipation, their own erection throbbing. “It’s only fair, I couldn’t impose, I—”

Grun dropped to his knees and stood Tanyth up in front of him, then took Tanyth’s entire length into his mouth.

Tanyth’s protests melted into a moan of abject pleasure.

With a practiced rhythm and genuine desire to please, Grun worked over Tanyth’s length.

“F-fuck… this feels like… like fucking it feels… nnngh so gooood…”

Grun tilted his head to wink at Linza.

Her own heart fluttered out of her chest. She dropped back to her chair and kicked off her soaked underwear. Her whole body was thrumming even before she pressed her fingers over her vulva. She gasped at the pleasure.

This spurred Grun on.

That sent Tanyth even deeper into their spiral of bliss, and both of those things together especially fanned Linza’s heat, which escaped in further gasps, and so on.

Round and around, they climbed.

Grun started stroking himself, the moans of his own pleasure mingling with the pressing heat of his mouth as he enveloped Tanyth.

Tanyth anchored their fingers in his hair lest they fall over, and they let Grun push and push them towards climax.

Linza watched them, capturing every curve and angle and note into memory. The arch of Tanyth’s back. Their braid unraveling. Grun’s hand around their hips, fingers reaching fully around one cheek of their ass. The droplets beading and then falling from Grun’s tip, as he slowly stroked himself.

Linza’s own moans deepened. She was getting close.

Within a moment, Tanyth was hanging from the edge, totally at Grun’s mercy.

And then Linza realized. Grun hadn’t really been trying to make Tanyth come as fast as he could, though he had certainly put on a show of it.

What he was really doing was holding Tanyth at the quivering edge as long as he could. Timing it all for Linza. An offer that the three of them might climax together. Simultaneous orgasm was hardly necessary for pleasure, and perhaps a bit overrated. But Linza had to admit, it was really really hot.

The realization of what Grun was doing for her pushed her over the edge as much as the sight of it did.

As she screamed her pleasure, totally forgetting that on the veranda they could not be seen but they certainly could be heard, Grun unfettered his efforts.

As Linza’s mind returned from the brink of sanity to the throbbing waves of pleasure, Tanyth groaned and collapsed over Grun’s head, wrapping their arms around his neck.

Grun swallowed, the ripple of his throat sending another trickle of pleasure down Linza’s spine.

And then Grun came, his moans making Tanyth gasp, his cum in thick white spurts across the wood and Tanyth’s feet.

Tanyth shook, leaning against the table and waiting for their senses and balance to return. They laughed as they saw their feet.

An idea sparked in Linza’s mind, a suggestion from the character of the orcish woman that she had summoned for Grun, and she voiced it.

“If it pleases,” she crooned at him, “Do clean up the mess you’ve made of poor Tanyth.”

The complete deference on Grun’s face astounded Linza as he eagerly bowed and licked his spend off of Tanyth’s feet.

Tanyth gasped, tensing at what might have been ticklish, their shaft throbbing to hardness again.

Linza had intended that Grun might use his shirt or something, but this was way better.

Finally, Grun looked up at her. “Have I pleased?”

“Yes. And we’ll get a rag for the rest. I don’t want you licking the floor, you kiss me with that mouth.”

He seemed to take that as an invitation, surging to his feet, scooping her up, and doing just that, plunging her into the heady musk of his sweat, the bitter taste of his seed on his tongue.

That nearly drove her into another frenzy, except for one thing—she couldn’t quite breathe. Reluctantly, she reluctantly put a hand to his chest. 

He leaned back.

“Okay, okay, I need to catch my breath.” 

He relented, and she folded into his chest.

Those next minutes trickled softly like sand through an hourglass. The ocean whispered. Their hearts slowed. They all silently reflected on what had fallen away, and what still was.

They stirred, then dressed again.

Linza carefully straightened Tanyth’s shirt, her fingers lingering at their waist.

Grun playfully untucked Linza’s shirt, and as she stopped to fix it, he flipped up her skirt and grabbed her ass.

They left the veranda and went for dinner, talking easily and laughing long into the night.

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