Interlude 2-6- Unexpected Rewards (NSFW)

Citadel Second floor- Random Workers Quarters- 8^st day of Vanahiem’s Month the 6983 GR (Afternoon)

Nath’aniel-                   

He was quite shocked and startled by her reaction. He wasn't sure was she planned to do, until Sam threw him onto a bed. He felt a touch of repetition, as he watched her use both sets of her arms to peel off her top and shorts, before throwing them over to a chair against the wall.

She didn’t give him the time to admire her form, as like the lizard she was named after, she climbed over him, and trapped him to the bed. Sam then began kissing him. She started with light pecks, as her arms felt up both his face and arms. Her actions, while amateurish, conveyed her desire and feelings for him.

So he kissed her back, startling her. Then he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere, so no need to rush." That encouraged her to continue, and so her kissing became bolder. Sam's kisses soon became longer and deeper, locking her lips to his. All the while her four hands continued to roam over his robes and body.

Nath’aniel’s own hands tried to shift and untie his robes, but Sam’s eager body continually pressing into his, made that difficult.

In the end, it was his need to breathe that made him tap both of her elbows of her upper arms. She must have enjoyed his mouth's taste very much as she ran her tongue over the walls of his mouth, and gums for a while. It took her a bit more to notice his signal, but once she did she released his mouth.

He gasped for air for a bit. Seeing her worried face staring down at him, Nath leaned up and planted a kiss on her chin. Then he quickly shifted his robes enough that they could continue on to the next step.

Her warm body having been pressed onto him for a while had awoken his little brother, who stood at attention once the fabric was no longer in the way. Even with her holding herself up, her large breasts were still pressed into his chest.

Nath then shimmied down between her lower arms and legs so that he saw up into Sam’s private garden. Having been on the receiving end for a while, he leaned up and kissed her other mouth. He heard Sam gasped when his lips parted her folds.

He knew several spells that wouldn’t be hard to cast that would have gotten her lubed enough. Yet like her and his saliva, Nath’aniel found that he rather enjoyed her earthy tastes on his lips. So he licked and kissed into her garden more.

As he worked Sam made noises. “mmm, mm, mmmm.”

Far quicker than he predicted, the mage felt her garden dew burst forth and soak his mouth and chin. As he tasted her, Sam fell down to her elbows.

He slid out completely and sat on the floor. As soon as he was clear she dropped onto her belly. The bed’s frame complained at the impact, clearly not meant for someone as tall or heavy as her. As she caught her breath, Nath asked. “Did I make you too sensitive with the amulet?”

She rolled over, her large breasts fell into her upper arms pits. In between gasps she answered. “I don’t…. know. I’ve… never done… something like this before.”

While not wanting to go to the next step without confirmation, Nath’aniel reached over and lightly rubbed the seed at the top of her garden. The mere act of touching her, made her cry out in pleasure, and only a couple of rubs caused another blast of dew to fly out. Soaking his hand and sleeve.

“Defiantly made you too sensitive.” He muttered before licking his hand clean.

Then he finished disrobing. Before he took a meaty grip of her think thighs, and pulled Sam towards him. He know her weight from having treated her, so even with his improved muscles, it took all of his strength to pull her upright.

Nath heard her whimper, as he right hand poked the left rune in her amulet. “Too much pleasure can be just as bad as too much pain.” He explained, as the amulet powered down.

The glammer dissolved quickly and the three points of her beaked nose materialized. He could see her body sag a touch as her powers triggered and Sam’s back and neck grew new stone layers to cover her.

He also knew from her time as his patient that not only would the stone not cover her chest, but that it would also take a few minutes for her body to cover her shoulders and arms. So he placed his hands on her shoulders next to her neck, and rubbed Sam, while he nudged her legs a touch wider.

Sam hummed happily at his touch, as he distracted her. Then he brought his right hand down, to guide his little brother into the depths of her garden. Sam flinched when she first felt it touch her, but then quickly smiled at him before nodding in agreement.

Even with her powers dampening her sense of touch, Sam still gasped as he penetrated her. Unlike with Betsy, he felt no resistance as he dug deeper and deeper into her, just the very moist warmth of her private valley. He had confirmed for no discernible reason, that he was indeed bigger than before he went into the sarcophagus, so it took a couple of seconds to dig all the way inside, and once he did still waited a moment after fully entering her.

Sam wrapped all four of her arms onto his back, two on his shoulders, and two where his ribs stopped, and when she nodded again. The mage began to thrust his little brother in and out of her valley. Knowing she wouldn’t feel much, he intentionally went fast from the start, hoping the added friction would still let her feel good as they united.

His hopes were answered when Sam’s smile faded as she began to pant in time with him entering her. After some time, her tongue fell out of her mouth as he worked his brother. With her shoulders and neck partially covered, his hands fell down to her butt. He squeezed her meaty checks, as he thrust away.

“I feel it, I feel it.” She panted after pulling her tongue back into her mouth.

So did he, her valley was getting wetter and warmer. It was a bit surprising since she already had reached climax twice, but still she did. She pressed her beak against his fore head as he continued to reach his own. She stared into his eyes.

“Thank you, thank you.” She panted again.

He leaned head next to her ears and whispered. “No. Thank you.” And with one final great thrust, his brother expanded before he burst his seed into her depths. Sam’s garden did not release more dew, but she did shudder at the sensation of his warm milk entering her.

Sam then pulled him back, before she tilted her head so her stone point wouldn’t stab him as she angled in for a kiss. Their lips struggled trying to outdo the other, but after a moment they parted. Her four arms rubbed his back as they shared another stare into each other’s eyes.

Then she smiled and admitted. “I always wanted to be a mother.”

He looked away in shame, he hadn’t taken the time to reveal his confession, and now they had done this. Now he had to. Despite not want to leave her warmth, Nath reached down and pulled his brother out of her, and then took a step away from her.

She tried to stop him, but seeing his serious expression she relented the second time. Once free of her arms, Nath then knelt down on one knee before he said. “Confession time.”

All four of her arms competed to cover her mouth. He was a touch surprised by her reaction, but he had to say what he had to say. So he continued, saying. “While I fully accept you, I must have you know that I do not accept you alone. I am also courting Elizabeth, and we have also been intimate.”

San released a breath in such a way he knew that she was disappointed, before she asked. “That’s all?” when he nodded, she bopped him on the head as she complained. “You had me thinking you were going to purpose to me?”

“Marriage?” He asked, and when she nodded he added. “We mages rarely marry, our long lives have taught us that all relationships change given enough time, and that by swearing an oath of permanent union is rather unfeasible.”

Sam crossed both sets of her arms before snapping. “Well I am not a mage, and I plan to get married. So you better be ready to be with me for my lifetime at least.”

Nath’aniel felt Betsy spirit jump before she materialized in the room. At her appearance, Sam used one of her lower arms to cover her dripping garden, while her upper ones covered her rather large bust.

“Talk of marriage can wait.” Betsy said. Then she crossed her own arms as she glared at the other woman. “You’re lucky it was me who got her first, Shanna wanted to run you through.” Nath suspected Sam was about to say something snooty, but the Easterner didn’t let her, adding. “You do remember that we feel what he does, and his sudden surprise of you picking him up and running him here, startled all of us. A warning next time.”

Sam’s unused lower arm held up a finger as she tried to come up with an excuse or defense, in the end, all the large woman said was. “Fine.”