Interlude 3-1- Celebration Union (NSFW)

  Citadel Fifth floor- Personal Quarters- 3rd day of the month ofNiffle of the 6983 GR (Night)

  Nath’aniel-

  The mage smiled again at the bamboo scroll, which was partially rolled open in front of him. He really hadn't thought that what he sought would be written on such a material. Then his vision caught the sight of a mostly naked Betsy walking over to the cart parked by his quarter's entrance. They still hadn't gotten her thigh-high boots off yet, but that was all that she was currently wearing.

  “Why doesn’t it have any wheels? How does it move?” She telepathy asked him.

  He rolled up the scroll that he had been reading between rounds, and walked over to answer her. He heard Sam snore from his bed, so they were being extra careful not to wake her. On his way to her, he saw some of his seed drip down her inner thigh. Once he stood behind her, he pced a hand on the outer side of that thigh, and with the other, he reached up and grabbed her hair. The woman actually purred a little when he twisted her head so that he could whisper into her ear.

  “The base has a yer of void stone in it, so the constructs, or we mages, can send a charge into the cart, via its handle, to decrease its heaviness. That allows the cart to float.” Nath’aniel whispered right into her ear. She moaned and purred as he did.

  When he pulled away, she winked at him and sent straight to his head. “I want to go again.” As he received her message, she smiled at him.

  He could feel her happiness through the bond, and Shanna’s irritation.

  They had been in his father's Archive before coming to his room, and he assumed that his Lancer's mood was brought on by the fact that they had woken her when they found what they had. Well, that and she had to crawl out of the bed. A bed that his father had left in there when didn’t feel like leaving a project just to sleep.

  It was exactly as he predicted, they had to come with him whenever he entered or left a pocket dimension such as his father's Archive. Or be literally hurled towards him via their connection, not that they got hurt, but being forced into their spiritual state and dragged out was rather embarrassing.

  When he didn't immediately answer her, she started to sway, rubbing his manhood with her plump round bottom. He looked back at the sleeping form of the rge four-armed woman on his bed. When he looked back, she had increased the rate of her swaying, and his other head was waking up without the aid of a Vitalization spell.

  Betsy's left eye was still locked on his face, so jerked his head towards his side chambers. Since gaining any lovers he set up a guest bedroom in his quarters, but she shook her head before telepathically telling him. "No, I want to do it in front of them."

  He raised his eyebrow at that, then she reached down, pushing him a step back with her butt, and then she picked up one of her gloves. After she tied a knot into the middle of it, she set the knot into her mouth, and then she led forward more. She used the cart to keep her from falling over.

  Her wet and seeded private garden was now mostly visible to him, and less than an inch from his mostly awakened manhood. He mentally chided himself, calling himself, ‘weak’, before aiming his rod of fertility, and sliding into her already prepped tunnel. He cmped his mouth shut at the sensation that he felt and soon rod was fully ready to work. Her gag must be working, because he could barely hear her accompanying moan as she was penetrated.

  He stated with his hands on her hips. Nath wanted to go slow, with short trusts so that they didn't sp into each other. However, after less than half a dozen, Betsy started to push back against the unmoving cart and her butt checks were soon smming into his inner thighs.

  He tried to adjust his own movements, but she would just increase her own. After a dozen spping sounds something snapped in the mage’s mind. His right hand left her hips and grabbed her long fying hair. He loved the silkily feeling her hair gave him, but he didn't focus on it. Instead, he just started smming into her, like she was some foe that he needed to beat into submission.

  Her moans increased in frequency and volume, as if his desire to punish her was having the opposite effect.

  The first time he pushed her into the cart she coughed out her gag. As he continued to thrust hard into her, Betsy needed to regain her footing, so she raised the one that slipped to stand on the middle shelf of the cart. He had to release her hair when she did this, as their piston was now more akin to standing sex rather than their original stance.

  However, this also freed up his hand to reach around and twist one of her nipples. She cried out at this unexpected stimution, and her private garden showered his groin with a spray of dew.

  He paused when he heard. “No, Nath, you going to need to give me a healing spell… if you want to go..." came from Samantha on the bed, before she rolled over onto her back.

  He released a breath that he hadn’t realized that he held.

  Then he heard Betsy in his head again. “Want to continue?”

  Nath frowned, as much as he loved indulging in his two women, he also didn't want to disturb Sam's sleep. However before he could reach an answer on his own, Betsy stood on her tippy toes to release his standing manhood from her and tell him telepathically. “I have an idea.”

  She turned around and pushed him a step back from the cart, before she squatted before him. Betsy then adjusted and widened her legs, so that her head was near his still-standing brother. She started by licking her own dew of his brother and then around his base.

  The sensation was unexpected and wonderful at the same time, and just as he was getting used to it, she stopped and brushed her hair out of the way with her hands, before taking his brother into her mouth. Her moist warm cave wasn't as good as her private garden, but it was still twice as good as what he had just received. So much so, and probably because he had already been close before she climaxed. She only got a few dives completed, when his seed again was ready.

  “Wait….” He got out before climaxing.1Yes this was his first blowjob

  Then she swallowed, once, twice, three times. Betsy pulled back her head, her hand continuing where her mouth started. "Damn, that was a lot, considering that was what, you eight shot tonight." She told him telepathically. A little more dribbled out as she continued to pump his rod.

  Then the dopamine hit, and he just wanted to sit down, so he reached down and lifted her squat from up to his chest, Betsy wrapped her legs around his waist, the heels of her boots slightly digging into his back, but he ignored it and he carried her to the closet couch. She kissed his face and neck as they made their way there, and after he sat them down he returned the kiss.

  They adjusted their necks so that they could get each other’s tongues further into the mouth of the other. When they came up for air, he pnted one more peck on the tip of her nose. Then the two of them just enjoyed the heat of the other.

  As they did he noticed a change in Shanna’s bond, her irritation was lessened, and oddly he felt an echo of pleasure from her. ‘Was she touching herself while we indulged?’ he wondered, but his thoughts were intruded upon.

  “You know there is a bed over there.” She mentally said to him.

  He pulled her into a deep hug, so that he could whisper into her ear again. “I know, but I also know you two don’t like to share a bed.” He tried to tell his rod of fertility to ignore the sensation of her bare breasts against him.

  She then kissed his ear, as she added. “You’re too good for us.”

  He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but Nath eventually decided to add. “I understand that the two of you have your differences, but the two of you will need to work through them, if this is going to st for any length of time. You both loving me doesn’t mean you both can ignore the other.”

  Betsy nodded her head against his shoulder before mentally saying. “I know, that was my errand, before we both got distracted with that beast-woman’s, Red Lion I think her name was, condition.’

  “It’s not that I don’t like her, she can be a complete cutie when she wants to be. It’s that I messed things up when I recruited her and I could never be brave enough to admit it, or mend it.”

  The two of them broke apart when Sam snapped at them. "Not fair, it was supposed to be my night for cuddles." As the rge woman threw one of the pillows at the two of them, Betsy blew him another kiss before she spirit jumped away.

  The mage easily caught the pillow with his hands now free. He left it atop the scroll on the table and walked unashamed of his nakedness towards her and his bed.

  “Roll over. I want to be the big spoon tonight.” Nath told her as he crawled into the bed.

  She raised one of her lower armors to chin in pyful thought, before muttering. “Ahh, alright.” Then she rolled back onto her side, one of her upper arms spping the space behind her, just as he climbed up behind her and rested his head behind hers, then the rge woman whisper. “I love the you smell after sex.”

  Nath’aniel chuckled as he closed his eyes, actually tired form the day’s activities.

  AnnouncementSadly still not done with the draft, honestly haven't written much of anything, besides some edits, before posting a chapter (why this one was te). So for now Thursdays will be Interlude days, if there is one.