Sunnild's toned thighs were wrapped around Eldrid's neck as the blue-haired woman slurped and sucked at the harpy's hairless pussy. Periodic gasps and groans interrupted her oral attentions, each accompanied by her hips jerking against Aoife's face. The feline woman, in turn, clamped her thighs around one of Sunnild's hands—the other was tangled in Eldrid's hair.

With a chuckle and a wry shake of his head, Aidan turned his attention back to Brighid and Ailis. He sat up on his knees and pressed a kiss to Brighid's lips. "Did you manage to come before you knocked me out?" he asked her.

"No," Brighid replied with a shake of her head, "but I do not mind. I already told you, tonight is—"

"About me, yes, yes, I know." He couldn't help but laugh. "But I'm not one to take without giving if I can help it, and I can." Aidan turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Ailis. "And don't think I'm going to let you get nothing out of tonight either."

Ailis opened her mouth, no doubt to protest, then closed it with a snap of her teeth. Pink arousal suffused her cheeks as Aidan's tongue-shaped Magic Hand started lapping away between her hind legs. Brighid, on the other hand, didn't need the oral attention. For her, Aidan went straight to the big gun. A loud, guttural moan rose from her lips as he thrust a phantom phallus into her.

"I wanted to show my appreciation for all of you today," he said in a conversational tone. "And I do appreciate the thought behind tonight. But I find it harder and harder to just lie back and relax while others do the work. So please forgive me for taking a more active role."

He kept things slow with Brighid, not wanting to push her too far too fast. Ailis, on the other hand, he doubled down on. She would fade into the background if he let her. Instead, his Talent had her panting and whimpering within a minute. Quiet as she tended to be, those soft noises spoke as loudly as Brighid's full-throated moans.

Satisfied with his work on the centaurs, Aidan cast his eye toward his other three women. Tonight's supposed to be about me, right? he asked himself as he considered his next actions. Sunnild already got time with him tonight, and he'd have to push Eldrid aside to get at her anyway. Eldrid, though, was on her hands and knees. Aoife's face was still buried between her thighs, but it wouldn't be hard to nudge her aside.

Still, he'd have plenty of chances to fuck Eldrid in the coming days, and Aoife hadn't had anything more than a taste of him either. His gaze narrowed in on Sunnild's fingers plunging into Aoife's soaking wet pussy. Yes, that would do. He knee-walked over to the pile of women, leaving the two centaurs moaning behind him.

None of the threesome seemed to notice Aidan's approach. Not until he seized Aoife's thighs, anyway, and spread them wide apart. Startled, Aoife jerked her head out from under Eldrid, then flopped back down again as Aidan aimed and thrust. Her legs spasmed against his grip, but Aidan held her in place until his groin met hers. "Keep going," he told her even as he formed two more unreal copies of his cock. Aoife moaned and wrapped her arms around Eldrid's hips, pulling the blue-haired woman down and redoubling her efforts.

Then it was Sunnild's and Eldrid's turn to express shock as they both felt Aidan thrust into them without warning. A chorus of feminine moans filled the air. Aidan had to grit his teeth as, even with the sensitivity turned down, he felt four dicks sliding in and out of four hot, wet, tight pussies. With a thought, four became five, and Ailis's voice joined the others.

Aidan still had one Magic Hand left to use, so he distracted himself by cycling it between his lovers. Illusory fingers strummed Sunnild's clit, a phantom cock sank into Brighid's ass for a few thrusts, an unreal tongue overlapped the dick plunging in and out of Ailis's pussy, ghostly teeth scraping against Sunnild's nipples. Every few seconds, Aidan changed his target and the shape of his Talented appendage. The mental effort helped keep the pleasure from overwhelming him.

At least, it did until two pairs of breasts—one set large and heavy, the other petite but pert—pressed into Aidan's back and two pairs of lips nibbled on either side of his neck. Four hands stroked him, kneaded his flesh, teased his tail. Aidan's coordination faltered.

"You are being selfish, Master," Brighid panted in his ear. "Trying to give and not receive. Bad Master." Her teeth closed around Aidan's earlobe as she stifled a moan. Ailis's quiet gasps mirrored her daughter's. She had no words for him, but she sucked and bit all over his neck.

Marshaling all his willpower, Aidan refocused himself and doubled down. Instead of moving everything in sync, he listened to his skill-granted instincts and sought the pace best suited for each partner. Brighid wanted it fast and hard. Ailis reacted best to slow, powerful thrusts that would have set her whole body shaking. Sunnild appeared to be in a mood for something slow and tender to counteract Eldrid's frantic tongue-work. The blue-haired Chosen, in turn, craved the sensations of Aidan's cock buried deep inside her, moving in short, sharp stabs. Her round butt rose higher into the air, thighs spreading further apart, instinctively moving to provide a better angle for penetration.

Abandoning her feast, Aoife squirmed up into Aidan's lap and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Her breasts, huge for her frame, jiggled against his chest with every thrust he made. "Fuck me," she panted, head tilted back to meet his eyes. "I don't care anymore." A whimpering moan. "You've tamed me. I'll marry you. Be your woman."

The knot of Aoife's emotions in the back of Aidan's head unraveled without warning. Lust hammered away at him, but that wasn't what made him stifle a moan against his lover's neck. "I love you," she told him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, claws scraping his scalp. She bent her head to the side, baring herself to him. Within, warm, golden waves of love enveloped Aidan's mind.

"I love you," Aoife gasped again. Her breath was short now, words coming alongside panting breaths. "Love your hugs. Your kindness. Your strength. And I fucking love," the word coming out in a crooning moan accompanied by her tunnel fluttering around his shaft, "your fucking dick. So fuck them and fuck me good."

Sensations poured in from all around Aidan. He was encased in a cocoon of sweaty, soft skin, silken hair, and downy feathers. Orgasmic cries filled the air around him one after the other, each accompanied by the phantom feeling of a lover's tunnel clenching and rippling around him. Hands, mouths, breasts, wings pressed against him, clutched at him. But, adrift in the sea of Aoife's emotions, Aidan could pay them no mind.

Aidan's world was Aoife's shining love, the sinuous strands of her lust twining through his mind, the feel of her pressed against him, around him. Her now-wordless cries as she buried her head against his chest. Her fangs and claws scraped against his skin. Aidan growled in response. Tangled his fingers in her mane, tugged her head back, crushed his lips to hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth. His free hand clutched at Aoife's ass, holding her in place as he thrust up into her with animalistic intensity.

So, when, immersed in the empathic bond, Aidan felt pleasure overwhelm Aoife, he could no longer hold back. Aoife's orgasm washed over him, stronger than he'd ever felt from her. Its energy added to his, sending coruscating crackles of electricity through his nerves. He groaned into the kiss and arched upward, burying himself to the hilt, emptying himself in an endless series of short, hard thrusts.

The erratic strength of Aidan's motions unbalanced him. He toppled forward, bearing Aoife with him until she lay beneath him, pinned to the bed by his weight. A grunt, passing from her mouth to his, was the only acknowledgment either of them made as they writhed together, basking in the fading embers of their mutual climax.

Eventually, the kiss ended, both of them gasping for breath. Aidan leveraged himself up on his elbows, though Aoife made no protest at his weight on her. "I love you, too," he told her and kissed her again, short and sweet. "I wish I could let you feel it the way you did for me."

"You already do," she said with a soft smile, "with everything you do for us." Her contented purring rumbled against his chest. "But I don't want to monopolize you. I can feel," she squeezed down around him, "you've still got more energy, and by my count, you have two more women to give your love to tonight."

Aidan raised his eyebrow at her count. Two meant she was including Eldrid. Aoife stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I let go of the jealousy in my heart, mo ghraidh." My darling, the words meant. "Brighid converted me. Love who you will. Especially," she said with a giggle, "if they are as adept with their tongue and hands as Eldrid—and as willing to use them." Then her hands were pushing at him. "Now go. Ailis isn't as secure as the rest of us. I'll get the bluenette ready for you."

With one final kiss, Aidan lifted up off Aoife, his hardness slipping out of her tight confines with a wet slurping sound. Already she was reaching for Eldrid's hips, tugging the athletic woman into place over her mouth. Aidan looked around and found Ailis collapsed on her side, breathing heavily. Ice-blue eyes half-opened at the feel of Aidan's palm cupping Ailis's cheek. "You alright?" he asked.

Pale pink lips parted to admit a quiet, but satisfied, moan. Ailis's right hand rubbed against Aidan's chest, then trailed down to his groin. "Still?" she whispered at what she found there. "Young stallions," she murmured, the words barely audible even with how close he was. "You have worn this old woman out, my Lord. Go spend your attention on those still conscious enough to appreciate it."

"You're deflecting again," Aidan accused her.

"I am old. Older than the rest of the room combined, Aidan. These aged bones need sleep."

"That would be more convincing if your hand wasn't doing what it was." Ailis's eyes opened fully at that. A blush spread across her cheeks, and she yanked her hand away from Aidan's dick as if burned. Aidan chuckled, low and throaty. "Just lie there," he told her. "I'll do all the work."

Aidan bent his head down and started laying kisses across Ailis's chest. Cream-colored skin bloomed red in his wake. At first, Ailis's hand pushed at him—gently, a token protest. But as Aidan's lips traveled across her breast, her fingers slid around to his back, a soft caress along his spine. "Aidan," she moaned when his tongue lashed across her stiff peak. She tasted salty, sweaty, needy.

"Aidan," Ailis said again, louder, as his lips encircled her hardened nub and sucked it into his mouth. Her hands held him to her, one cupping the back of his neck, the other clutching his butt. Aidan twined his tail around her wrist but otherwise kept his attention focused on the task at mouth. He knew from past experience and his skills that Ailis preferred a slow, gentle climb. While there was no question that she enjoyed the last ten or fifteen minutes of frantic action, this was more her speed.

So Aidan took his time. He was slow, and tender, and affectionate. He nursed at Ailis's breast for a time, just nuzzling against her soft skin and paying gentle attention to her nipples. His hand stroked across her arm, back, shoulders, neck, before tracing along the rim of her ear. While she was distracted, he shifted to kissing and licking at the shallow valley between her breasts, then down to her belly. There was no belly button for him to tease there, nor well-defined abs like her daughter, but Ailis was no less sensitive for that.

Eventually, once Aidan had his Chancellor panting again, once her hands started raking across his back and her skin was flushed red all across her face, neck, and chest, he made his way back up. He pressed a kiss to Ailis's lips, hungry now and demanding. She moaned, wanton, her tongue dueling with his. "Your King is ready to take you now," he told her. She shuddered and mewled, her hand tangling in his hair in an attempt to drag him back to her lips.

Aidan chose his words with care. Ailis, unlike his other partners, didn't have a single submissive bone in her body. She reacted poorly to attempts to dominate or overwhelm her. On the other hand, she was aroused by power, both personal and political. She didn't want that power to be used against her, but the more she was made aware of it, the higher she spiraled. And, of course, she wanted it for herself.

"Are you prepared for me, my consort? My soon-to-be Queen?" A full-body shudder passed through Ailis at his words.

"Yes, my King!" she gasped. Her hands clenched tight against his skin for a moment, then pushed away. She made to roll over onto her belly, but Aidan held her down with a hand to her flank.

"Stay," he told her. "I said I'd do the work. Just lie there and accept your King's love for you." It was close to an order, and Aidan thought for a second that she would defy him on principle. Then she relaxed back into the cushioned mattress.

"As you wish, my King."

Aidan repositioned behind her. He was unsurprised to find her tail flipped up onto her haunch and her nether lips engorged and flowered open, dripping feminine lubrication. Aidan curled up along Ailis's back. His knee pushed between her hind legs, forcing them apart, while his left hand reached out and cupped a breast. With a tug, Aidan pulled Ailis's torso backward until the pair of them resembled a triangle, with his head nuzzling her neck and his hips pressed against her rump. Brighid was too big for this position to work, but Ailis was just the right size for it.

"I love you," he told Ailis and slid into her welcoming depths.

"I love you," she responded with a gasp. Ailis was tight as always. Her walls clung to his shaft as it forced them apart. Nevertheless, her arousal meant that Aidan was able to bury himself inside her with a single, smooth thrust. Her legs jerked and her inner muscles rippled as Aidan bottomed out inside her. "My King, my husband," Ailis breathed out.

"Yours," he agreed. Aidan made no claim of ownership in return. Instead, he rolled his hips back until only his tip remained inside Ailis, then forward again. He moved slowly, taking seconds to withdraw and more to fill her. Ailis started to tremble under his ministrations.

Smiling to himself, Aidan picked up the pace. The first time this happened, he'd panicked, but he now recognized the signs for what they were. He maintained the steady pace, innnnn and ouuut, innnnnn and ouuut. Beside him, Ailis's body tensed up, shivering, shuddering, trembling. Her head fell backward, her legs drew up against her belly, her hands grasped at the sheets. Aidan let the tension rise within her, higher, higher.

Then he tilted his hips to rub his tip against the upper wall of Ailis's pussy, seeking a particular spot. He knew he found it when Ailis convulsed and let out a strangled cry of pleasure as she came for him. That wasn't the end of it, though, oh no. Ailis wasn't usually multi-orgasmic. She could and did climax several times a night, but normally, she would fall all the way from the summit to the bottom of the mountain after each.

Not so when she was like this. When circumstances conspired to start Ailis trembling, her pleasure would pile up on itself. Instead of falling, it would rise, higher and higher, her body writhing as Aidan brought her to peak after ecstatic peak.

Now Ailis wanted it fast and hard. "Aidan, Aidan!" she cried out, voice growing hoarser by the moment. Her legs kicked helplessly as pleasure overrode her control. If she'd been upright, Aidan knew she would be bucking back at him, but on her side like this, she didn't have the leverage. He could feel wetness splashing against his thighs with every thrust.

Aidan held on for as long as he could, but the result was inevitable. When Ailis got like this, there was only one way for it to end. His thrusts lost their rhythm, growing frantic as Ailis came again and again for him. She wouldn't stop until he did, and even his Willpower wasn't enough to entertain the idea of pulling out. Instead, Aidan felt ecstasy overwhelm him and joined his cries to Ailis's as he buried himself inside her. His cock pulsed and jerked, firing off futile streams of seed onto infertile fields.

When his senses returned to him a few seconds later, Aidan kissed Ailis's neck. When she didn't react, he pushed himself up onto his arms and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell in a steady—if quick—rhythm. With a quiet chuckle, Aidan kissed her shoulder, then pulled away from his slumbering fiancee.

"Aidan, please," a pleading voice called out to him. He looked up to see Eldrid, sprawled out with Sunnild and Brighid kissing her breasts and Aoife licking away between her legs. Brighid had the blue-haired woman's hands pinned above her head while Aoife kept her thighs spread far apart. "They made me watch you and Ailis, and I need you now, please, please?"

Brighid raised her head and smiled at Aidan, then beckoned to him with her free hand. The others made way for him as he approached, although they still held Eldrid's squirming body down. The tuft of blue hair above her slick lower lips waved back and forth, up and down, like a matador's cape.

"We kept 'er ready for ya, Aidy," Sunnild chirped. She had a wide, happy smile on her face.

"I see that," he replied. Eldrid squirmed, tugging at the hands pinning her to the bed, thrusting her hips up toward Aidan. His gaze lingered on the way her titanic tits wobbled atop her chest.

Aoife plastered herself against Aidan's back. "Our gift to you, loverboy." Her hands and body urged him forward until he knelt between Eldrid's legs.

A vermillion waterfall spilled across Eldrid's heaving breasts as Brighid bent down over her. "Are you ready for him, Captain? Ready for our husband to have his way with you while we watch?"

Eldrid nodded frantically. "Please!" Despite her apparent desperation, the silver irises fixed on Aidan's face glowed with satisfaction in a game won and a victory earned.

Aoife's head poked out from over Aidan's shoulder as she asked, "Are you going to take care of him on the expedition? Keep him safe and satisfied all along the way?"

"Yes, whatever you say!" Though her words were directed toward Aoife, Eldrid's eyes never even flickered toward the feline.

"An' yer gonna make sure 'e comes back ta us, all safe an' sound?" Sunnild's voice was spiced honey as she stroked Eldrid's hip and thigh.

"I—" Eldrid closed her eyes for a second, then opened them again. "I swear it. I will do whatever I can to bring Lord Aidan back in the same condition he leaves in." Her pupils dilated for a split second. Sunnild's hand paused at the same instant, then looped around under Eldrid's knee and tugged her legs even farther apart.

"Then go ahead, Aidy. Give 'er what she wants."

"And what do you want, Eldrid?" Aidan crooned to her as he bent over her, propping himself up with his hands beside her head.

Eldrid's tongue swept across her lips. "I want you to fuck me, Aidan," she said. "Before was tender and sweet and exactly what I needed at the time. But now I want the rest of you." Her eyes glittered up at him as she spoke directly to his inner beast. "You are holding something back. Stop. Unleash it upon me while your wives hold me down for you."

The dragon inside Aidan roared, and he snarled with it. Eldrid's lips curled into a smug smirk. Do your worst, that grin told him, I dare you. "Do it," Aoife panted in his ear. "Fuck her good and hard." The catgirl draped across his back thrust her hips as if she was trying to fuck the woman beneath him. Aidan could feel her wet heat rubbing along the length of his tail. "Take her, claim that slutty body. Make her cum her brains out until she can't handle anymore."

"Do it. Conquer me." Eldrid's voice dropped to a low, challenging hiss and her lips curled into a sneer. "If you can."

Aidan recognized the contest too late. The trap was already sprung. The edges of his vision turned red and he thrust into Eldrid hard and fast, hilting himself inside her in one swift motion. She grunted at the sudden penetration, but, if anything, her smirk grew wider. He growled and buried his head in the crook of Eldrid's neck. She convulsed around him when she felt his teeth sink into her soft skin, but somehow Aidan knew she still wore that damnable smile.

He wasn't alone, however. Aoife was still molded to Aidan's back. She reached down to the place where Aidan's groin met Eldrid's and set to work. A moan emerged from Eldrid as her hips rose. That deserved a reward. "Oh!" Aoife's voice joined Eldrid's as Aidan's tail looped around, then between her parted thighs. "'M already yours," she panted into his ear as his tail burrowed deeper. "Focus on her!"

"All of you are mine," the beast growled with Aidan's voice. He wrenched himself up with extended arms, glaring down into the twin pools of self-satisfied silver beneath him. "All of you," he declared with a savage thrust. Eldrid moaned and writhed against Aidan's hips and Aoife's fingers, but her eyes never wavered.

"Not yet—Mmph!—I'm not," she denied him.

"'Not yet,' but not, 'Never,'" Sunnild pointed out as she joined the fray. She used the increased space between Aidan and Eldrid to wrap her hands around one wobbling breast. "Yer in denial, Cap'n." Her head dipped down, and she captured one pierced nipple between her lips. Eldrid's eyes fluttered closed for a moment before resuming their defiance.

"You'll—Ah!—you'll never—oh, mmph—break me," Eldrid forced out between moans. "Not without—oh, God—cheating."

So that was her game. Those were the rules. Eldrid was challenging him to break her control without resorting to using Language of Origin. There were no stakes to her impromptu bet, but they would both know who won and who lost. The part of Aidan not overcome by lust tipped his mental hat in her direction. She'd played them all off each other and put herself in the win-win seat this time.

Regardless of what happened, Eldrid managed to ease the tension between herself and Aidan's other lovers. If Aidan won, she lost nothing at all. If Eldrid came out on top, she would know she'd gotten under his skin in a good way. And, either way, she got to thoroughly enjoy her time as the centerpiece of an orgy.

The beast didn't care about all of that. It only saw a lover, willing, even eager for its attention, who nevertheless denied its claim. It still wanted to see her face dissolve into mindless ecstasy. And, because the beast was Aidan, so did he—but he wouldn't win like this. He wrestled his urges back and settled into a steady, if forceful, rhythm.

To Aidan's amusement, Aoife moved with him, her hips rolling forward in time with his, only to be forced back onto his tail as he withdrew from Eldrid. Her rough tongue lapped at his neck, punctuated by an occasional bite. She kept her head in the game, however. She had both arms wrapped around Aidan's waist, with one hand devoted to playing with Eldrid's clit and the other caressing her belly and thighs.

By this point, Sunnild was half-lying across Eldrid. She had one breast in each hand and alternated laying kisses and gentle nibbles across them both. Aidan would have been upset at the obscured view if it wasn't so obvious how much both the harpy and the otterfolk Chosen were enjoying it. Every time Sunnild's lips wrapped around one of Eldrid's nipples, the Captain's eyes closed in pleasure for just a moment.

Sunnild, in turn, let out little pleased moans as she feasted. Aidan could tell that she'd have a hand buried between her legs if they weren't already occupied. He decided to help her with that. He recalled and reshaped one of his Magic Hands with a thought, then set it to lapping away at her little hairless pussy. A deeper moan issued from her throat.

Brighid wasn't idle, either, although her contributions were less physical than her sister-wives'. She maintained the hold on Eldrid's wrists, but more importantly, she leaned down and whispered in the blue-haired woman's ear. "He feels so good, does he not? How he ravages your body in exactly the way you crave. It makes you want to give in. Give him control of everything. It gets even better when you do, I promise. But you have to surrender."

The signs of Eldrid's approaching orgasm were obvious to Aidan despite his relative lack of experience with her. He could feel her walls clenching and rippling around him in an ever-quickening pattern. Her pale skin grew splotchy with arousal. Fewer denials made their way past her lips now, replaced by whimpers and moans. But still, even as Aidan propelled her to the cliff's edge, Eldrid's silver gaze reflected defiance.

This would require extreme measures if he was to win. Aidan quickened his pace, slamming into Eldrid with a staccato rhythm. Her legs, freed from Sunnild and Aoife's grasp, drew up and wrapped around both him and Aoife. Her climax drew closer, closer, her inner muscles starting to lose the rhythm, her breathing growing erratic, her head tilting back. Aidan kept going, fucking Eldrid harder, faster, pushing her higher and farther, until, just as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to cry out in ecstasy, he stopped.

With a single, smooth motion, Aidan pulled free of Eldrid's clutching depths. At the same time, he pulled Aoife's hand from between her thighs and stilled both his tail and the Magic Hand pleasuring Sunnild. A strangled sob of protest came from Eldrid's throat as she sank back onto the bed, glaring up at Aidan. Sunnild looked up from where she'd been suckling. She glanced at Eldrid's glistening, trembling thighs and belly, then shared a smirk with Brighid before lowering her head to the valley between the Captain's breasts.

"You thought you already won, Captain?" Brighid asked. "You thought our husband would give you the release you so desire without accepting payment in turn?" A devilish chuckle shook her chest, and she shook her head in a mocking denial. "Oh, Eldrid, you have much to learn about my beloved. He can be sweet and gentle and the most caring lover in the Realms," she said as a smirk started to spread across her lips, "but he can also wear all four of us out and leave us scattered like so many defeated foes upon his bed."

Aidan's Soulmate cupped Eldrid's cheek and lowered further until carmine lips met midnight ones. As the kiss went on and on and grew more and more intense, Aidan shifted his hips forward until his rigid shaft rested against Eldrid's scorching hot pussy. His newest lover strained against Brighid's grip and mewled in helpless pleasure as Aidan started to saw back and forth against her.

"Look at me, Eldrid," Aidan said, wanting her to see the truth of his words. When he had her attention, he continued. "I can do this all night. I can bring you right up to the very edge, right to where you feel yourself start to fall, and still stop before you quite make it over. Every time. And every time I start up again, the peak will be higher, the fall steeper, harder, more consuming." Technically, Balance on the Knife's Edge stopped at 5 stacks, but it was close enough to true for his purpose.

"If you think I have to cheat to give you a mind-shattering climax, you're wrong. So here's the deal, Eldrid. I'm going to keep fucking you," Aidan swiveled his hips until his head caught at Eldrid's entrance, then pushed forward. She squirmed and moaned into Brighid's mouth. "But I'm not going to let you come until you ask me to. You don't have to beg me. Just say, once, 'Please make me come, Aidan,' and I will." Aidan's pace was slow and steady now, all the better to ramp Eldrid to new heights.

"Just remember, Eldrid, that the longer you wait, the better—and worse—it'll be for you. If you give in now, you'll merely have one of the best orgasms of your life." He gave her a warm smile. "If you wait for me to stop again, the pleasure will probably knock you out for a half-hour or so, like Ailis over there." Eldrid's eyes cut away, then returned to him. "After three, well, I did that to Brighid one night, and she didn't wake up until the next morning. Four? I haven't needed to go that far yet. Five?" His smile turned into a smirk. "Well, we're bringing wagons for the loot anyway. I'm sure you'll be back to normal by the time we reach our destination."

Eldrid's eyes were wide now, panic, desire, and lingering defiance warring within. She knew he was telling the truth, or at least believed he was. "You can let her hands go now, Brighid. And give her a chance to speak. Maybe she's not as brave as I think she is and wants to quit now."

Brighid obeyed without question or hesitation, pulling away from both points of contact she had with Eldrid. The blue-haired woman panted, trying to catch her breath from the near-orgasm and ensuing sapphic kiss. She didn't wait to tangle her fingers in Sunnild's downy crest, however. With gentle pressure, she redirected the young harpy to her left nipple.

"Do your worst," Eldrid told Aidan. "I'll never give in." Her eyes, however, spoke a different message. They were no longer expressing shock, panic, or even defiance. You'll win, they told Aidan, but I'm going to make you work for it. The same warmth shone from within Eldrid's gaze now as they'd shared that night two weeks prior.

"I hoped you'd say that," he said with a smile and got to work. Aidan found Aoife's right hand and brought it back to Eldrid's groin. "Stop when I do," he told her. His not-quite-fiancee nodded against his shoulder, her fingers already dancing over Eldrid's nether lips and clit.

Next, Aidan pulled Brighid into a long, slow kiss, tasting Eldrid's lips—and the faint, mingled flavors of Brighid's, Sunnild's, and Aoife's arousal—on her tongue. He held the kiss for two long, glacially slow thrusts before breaking it. "Sunnild's got too much to handle by herself. Why don't you go give her a hand?"

"Yes, beloved," Brighid responded to the gently worded command. It took her a moment to rearrange herself on the bed, but then her head and hands joined her sister-wife's at Eldrid's bosom.

"Ooh, yes," Eldrid moaned. She was now the center of attention for four people, and she was clearly enjoying herself. Her body writhed, twisting and arching beneath them. Aidan maintained his pace, his hips carrying Aoife's with him as he slid almost all the way out of Eldrid before sliding all the way back in. Eldrid's hips rolled up to meet each thrust. Her pussy wrapped around him like a velvet glove, clinging to his length as he withdrew and sucking him in when he returned.

"Mm, mmm, ah," the rising tone of Eldrid's voice heralded her approach to the second peak. "Oh, fuck, mm, mm, ah." Aidan tightened his focus and started varying his strokes. He kept them slow and deep, but, following his skill-granted instincts, he rotated his hips and flexed his groin muscles to scratch new itches inside Eldrid's depths. "Mm, mm, oh, God, yes."

Gymnast's muscles clenched down around Aidan's shaft, faster and faster with every thrust of his cock, every flick of Aoife's fingers, every second of Sunnild and Brighid suckling at Eldrid's tits. Her voice rose in a crescendo of lustful moans. Tension racked her body. She clutched tight to her lovers. Her back lifted off the bed, arching, twisting, writhing.

Aidan saw Sunnild and Brighid watching him out of the corners of their eyes. He thrust once, twice, a third time, felt Eldrid's tunnel squeeze hard, and pulled out again. His fiancees joined him, withdrawing hands and mouths from Eldrid's body. "Noooo," the victim groaned.

"Just ask, and this will all be over," Brighid told her.

"Go ahead, tell our man to make you come," Sunnild urged. So she hadn't missed that earlier after all.

"Nah," Aoife disagreed. "Keep mouthing off. I want to see him break you." There was a snarl in her voice, but Aidan thought it was lust, not anger. It seemed that Aoife was almost as invested in seeing Eldrid submit as he was.

"Not a chance. For either." Eldrid's tongue swept across her dark lips. "All it'll take is misjudging your timing by a split second, and one of you will push me over." She reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of Aidan's neck. With a tug, she pulled his head down until she was close enough to initiate a searing kiss. Her lips smashed against his, then parted to make way for her tongue as it battered its way into Aidan's mouth.

Aidan took the kiss as a signal to switch things up. He shifted, lips still locked with Eldrid's, until he lay atop her. Sensing the change, Aoife let herself slide off Aidan's back, although she whimpered when his tail pulled free of her pussy. Aidan fought Eldrid's tongue and forced it back into her mouth. He tilted his hips back, then forward again. Eldrid let out a whimper as Aidan's cockhead scraped across her clit, then a squeal as it missed the other way and bumped against her asshole.

"Exit only!" Eldrid complained, breaking free of Aidan's lips.

"Of course." He eased his hips back, then sat up on his haunches. "Let's mix this up a bit. Roll over?"

"Mm, doggy style, huh?" Eldrid nibbled on her lower lip, then smiled and rolled over. "Sounds good to me." She looked over her shoulder as she rose up onto her hands and knees, then waggled her bottom at Aidan. "Let's see if you can hit the target better from this angle."

Aidan gave Eldrid a long, appreciative look. Her ass and thighs were well-muscled, no doubt thanks to her predilection for dancing and gymnastics. And, framed between those toned thighs, her thick outer labia flowered open to reveal her bright pink inner passage. Aidan took hold of himself and notched his tip there, rubbing it back and forth for a moment to coat the head, then pushed in.

"Mm, bullseye," Eldrid moaned. "Nice and deep, darlin'. Feels so good."

Aidan seated himself against Eldrid's upraised butt, then nudged her thighs wider apart with his knees. Proving how in sync they were, Aoife's head passed between his legs only a half-second later. She wrapped her arms around Eldrid's waist, pulling the otterfolk down until she could get her rough, eager tongue on the place where Aidan and Eldrid joined. Aidan groaned and Eldrid squealed in surprise as they felt the stiff bristles brush across their most sensitive parts.

Conveniently, Aoife's position brought her back into range for Aidan's tail. She again seemed to have the same thought, as she caught it in the air as it struck toward her and guided it to her lower lips. The flanged head brought a purring moan from the catgirl as it plunged inside her.

"Ya still lost a bet earlier," Sunnild said as she slid around in front of Eldrid. "Yer not allowed to get off unless ya got yer tongue in a pussy. I'm volunteerin'." She leaned back on her elbows, presenting her glistening sex to the other woman. "Ooh, yeah, like that." Slender fingers rested atop Eldrid's blue hair as the older woman set about devouring the offered feast.

Seeing that Eldrid was already well taken care of, Brighid turned her attention to her Soulmate. She snuggled up against his side, her heavy breasts flattening against him, then leaned down to kiss him. "Rock her world, beloved. I can see how much you like her and want her, so I want you to have her." Her hand stroked across his chest.

"I love you," Aidan murmured. "You're too good to me."

"No such thing." Brighid bit his lower lip by way of a reprimand. "I would drown you in women if I thought you would not rebel."

"I think five is plenty for any man," Aidan demurred. Eldrid's hips pressed back against him, a gentle reminder that he had another woman to attend to. He slid about halfway out of her, then thrust forward, sending ripples across her muscular rear. A happy moan sounded out from between Sunnild's thighs.

Crimson lips pressed against Aidan's neck. "And you said one was enough for you until Sunny came along. A month ago, you would have said four was too many. Now, you are breaking in a new wife." She laughed and squeezed Aidan's thigh when he made a noise of protest. "I can read the writing on the wall, beloved. She has your heart, and you hers. Neither of you will ever be complete without the other again."

Aidan shook his head ruefully. He'd never been able to change Brighid's mind once she started talking like that. And, truth told, he didn't disagree with her. Even thinking about Eldrid sailing away caused his heart to ache. Better give her a reason not to, then, he thought to himself.

Bending his thoughts back to the beautiful woman beneath him, Aidan settled into a cadence of quick, hard thrusts. As much as he talked about going until dawn, he did need to sleep. It was time to wrap this up.

Aidan leaned forward, slipping one hand under Eldrid to sink his fingers into one dangling breast. He grabbed hold of her shoulder with the other hand, using his grip to pull her back against him. Short, sharp gasps and moans rewarded his efforts, muffled as they were by Sunnild's thighs. Even as Aidan watched, the harpy teen arched and came on Eldrid's tongue.

And he couldn't neglect his partner in crime, either. Aoife's tongue was driving Eldrid up the wall, and only Aidan's greater experience with it kept his own ecstasy in check. With a thought, he started twisting his tail as it plunged between the catgirl's thighs. She bucked in response, and Aidan felt her legs spread wide in welcome.

Still, the main focus of his attention was overcoming Eldrid's will to resist. Giving her time to recover between near-climaxes wasn't working, so Aidan decided to take another route. He hammered into Eldrid from behind, putting the pedal to the medal.

This time, when Eldrid's orgasm approached, Aidan buried himself to the hilt and held steady. Aoife, still on the same wavelength as he was, instantly shifted to lapping at Eldrid's lower lips as they clung to his shaft. The stimulation wasn't enough to push the Captain over the edge, but it kept her boiling.

"Ready to give in? This is three," Aidan reminded Eldrid. He found her nipple and brushed his thumb back and forth across it.

Eldrid only lifted her head an inch from Sunnild's groin to respond. "Ah, not yet, mm, ah, you bastard."

"Okay. Next stop, plateau four." Aidan wasn't going to give her the chance to recover this time. He resumed thrusting, fast and hard, for just a few seconds before stopping again. He waited several seconds, then gave her another pair of full-length strokes. Then a second's pause followed by five quick rabbit thrusts.

"Fuck, Aidan." Eldrid fought against Sunnild's hands holding her in place. "Oh, God."

It didn't take long before Aidan felt Eldrid on edge again. Once again, he thrust deep and held position. "You know the magic words, Eldrid," he said when her inner walls stopped spasming around him.

"Aidan," she moaned. "More, please, harder."

"Those aren't the right words."

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. I need..."

Aidan pulled out until only his head remained inside Eldrid. Aoife bathed the underside of his cock with her tongue. "What do you need, Eldrid?"

The blue-haired Captain pulled free of Sunnild's grasp and looked over her shoulder at Aidan. Her face glistened with feminine arousal, and her eyes were swimming with lust. "Do it," she said.

Aidan sank back in with a slow thrust. "Do what?"

"Mmn, please don't make me say it, Aidan."

Almost. "You know the rules. Shall I go for five?" A whimpering moan answered him along with a roll of Eldrid's hips. She tried to fuck herself with Aidan's cock, but a hand on her hip frustrated her attempt. Aoife shifted her attention again, giving Eldrid a quick lash with her rough tongue.

"Fuck!" she squealed. "God. Please! Aidan, please make me come!"

Aidan barely held back a roar of triumph. "As you wish." He leaned forward, pressing his chest to Eldrid's back, and resumed the short, rapid thrusts against her raised ass. Sunnild tugged on the Captain's head, pulling her back between spread thighs. Beneath them, Aoife focused all her attention on Eldrid's hard, needy clit.

Moans—full-throated ones from Sunnild and Aoife, muffled ones from Eldrid—and the slap-slap-slap of Aidan's hips bouncing off Eldrid's ass filled the room. It only took a few moments before the combined attention brought the Captain to her peak. This time, Aidan didn't stop. Instead, as he felt her body begin to seize up, he gathered his Intent and Spoke.

"<All ye who love me, feel in return my love for thee. My heart is thine, my passion thine, my dreams and desires all for thee. Let them fill thee and wash over thee, carrying thee upon their waves until ye crash upon the shore of rapture.>"

""Aidan!"" Feminine voices blended together in harmony as all the women around Aidan convulsed in concurrent climaxes.

Sunnild's fingers tightened in Eldrid's hair, first pulling her close, then shoving her away. Shudders and shivers wracked her athletic body as she curled up and wrapped her wings around herself.

Underneath Aidan and Eldrid, Aoife bucked and heaved. Her claws scratched across Aidan's skin as sudden ecstasy overwhelmed her. Even with her body writhing uncontrollably, however, her tongue stayed on target, lapping away with frantic intensity.

A loud thud sounded as Brighid seized up and toppled over onto her side. Her mouth was open wide, emitting a soundless scream as her skin flushed scarlet from brow to breasts.

Even Ailis, still asleep from her earlier overstimulation, cried out his name.

None of their reactions held a candle to Eldrid's. Her back arched hard, jackknifing, her head slamming back against Aidan's shoulder. She jerked backward, impaling herself on him, her inner muscles clamping down all along his length only to release a split second later, rippling and pulsing in erratic patterns. The tension within her wound tighter and tighter, her motions growing stronger, sharper, more desperate by the second, driven by an orgasm that roiled and rumbled and refused to end.

Aidan clung to Eldrid, holding on for dear life, thrusting against her as her climax urged his to the forefront. He plunged through her clasping depths, pulling out only to be met by Aoife's rough tongue rasping along his shaft, then thrusting once again into the soothing, searing, soaking wet passage of the woman losing her mind at his command.

Pleasure rushed through Aidan. He bit down on Eldrid's shoulder, riding the edge as long as he could. She reached a trembling hand up and pulled his head tighter against her skin. That act, the acceptance, the demand for his mark, did him in.

Aidan thrust with all his strength, once, twice, then groaned into the skin between his teeth as rapture came for him. His cock pulsed, spewing his seed into Eldrid's rippling, spasming passage. Three shots, six, eight, ten, each accompanied by a mindless pump of his hips. His strength seemed to escape with his semen, and he had just enough energy and willpower left to roll onto his side, pulling Eldrid with him, before darkness claimed him once more.