Goddess, it looks so fucking hot.
Neral fought to keep herself to herself, but it was like trying to climb up a muddy hill. One moment there would be enough sense of self that she could rationalize all the reasons that they had to stop, not the least of which being that the witch was on her way, but then the ground would slide out from under her in the form of Elan's feathery kisses down her neck that made Neral whimper in heat and simply want to take her and fuck her until all their minds shattered into little pieces so long as they could still have just mind enough to cum.
Or it was in the way that Dion approached sex. For her, it seemed to be an exercise in learning what her lover liked and translating that to an attempt at dominance. She would bite to see how much one could take before it was too much. She would test one's skin by dragging her tongue here and there to see which places made one moan loudest. She would even shift her body this way and that to see if a particular pose ignited passion, then use all of it to get and hold her lover's attention.
Neral had to admit that she was doing well at that, arching her body as her commander wrapped her arms tightly around Dion as she spun her tongue around Dion's right nipple before flicking it mercilessly and tugging it between her teeth, making her pull Neral's hair with the general straddling her. "You are such a sinful whore, Neral Jaye."
She slapped at the breast she bit. "That is no way to speak to your commanding officer, you disrespectful bitch. Tell me, how much penance you'll have to do for that?"
Dion took Neral roughly by the back of the head and pulled her mouth to Dion's already extended tongue. After the kiss broke, leaving a line of spit tying them together, she answered, "What the fuck do you care?" The dirty words and the thoughts that came with them were like a forbidden dessert on her tongue. They were sweet and decadent and not something she had often traded in before today. But they felt right in that they felt wrong. "You only attend the services you must at the queen's side. Too busy at home sucking mage cunt, I suppose."
Had she been in her right mind, the thought of Bryana would have stung, but the mention of her only brought with it images of them all writhing together in a heap, which reminded her of now, which only heightened her arousal. "Sit and listen to a priestess drone on all morning when I could be at home in a warm bed with my tongue in a warm slit?" She gestured to her husband who had both hands firmly on Elan's head, "Or him pressing me into the wall trying to split me in two in the most divine way? You and the priestess can keep your homilies, Ynesa."
Dion pushed her away and in that moment of play, fleeting lucidity returned.
Something. I have to do something. Stop something. What was it? A mage. Getting out of a mage? Getting one into me?
She saw Dion as she turned, placing her cheek in the dirt, putting her ass in the air and giving it a wiggle. "I can't do magic, but I think I can make you want me."
That. I need to do that.
She dove in as if starving, swirling and suckling at Dion's clitoris as she had her breast, making her claw at the dirt before she suddenly stopped. "Wait. Better idea." She flipped onto her back and beckoned Neral forward. "Talk to me. Talk to me about your sin. Give it to me. Tell me what you do at home. Spread the filth to me."
Neral felt Dion's hot breath condense on her flesh, adding to her own wetness. She felt almost boiling hot between her legs as she settled in to be speared by that tongue. "We keep our decorum, Ynesa. We are not animals that simply endlessly fuck in the open with no thought. But we wander. The bull wanders to...to...Cassea, and Bryana, and..."
At that very moment, he chose to settle himself between Dion's open legs and drive inside in a single rough thrust that vibrated its way through Neral via the sounds from Dion. "And now you, you sinful, depraved slut. Each bit of filth seemed to drive her tongue to twist, each thrust commanded another wave of rapid panting. "Quite sad that you can't see what I see, but you feel it, The faithful servant of the Goddess is creaming her adulterous pussy all over a cock."
"A mage's cock."
The words set Dion to screaming, sounds muffled by Neral's grinding crotch, her lips locked to her husband's. It was always ecstasy to be entwined with him this way. She did love watching him act the bull. She opened her eyes from the kiss enough to watch him pump quickly and smoothly, and the sounds of their bodies slapping together.
She even liked the scent of his sweat at times like now, distinctly different from what she would scent when he came in from working outside during the day though both had appeal Or maybe the difference was just in her mind knowing that this came purely from fucking. She spoke of it all, uncaring that she was helping, in her own way, to destroy them all.
Bryana was so right that she liked to watch. In some ways she lived for it. To watch them be together was as beautiful and loving as being in the middle herself. She loved watching the touches and plays between them and seeing how the other reacted to words of love, or the playful banter, or whatever else blossomed. She could see in her mind's eye Deres' thumb brush across Bryana's lower lip, a little puffy from their hard kissing to see her kiss it. She could still hear the whispers as they lovingly teased her for being a dirty little voyeur.
She had loved him, too. That fact pulled her to sanity for one more moment.
Please, Goddess, help us. If anything we petty creatures do here matters to you, help us.
The soft clay in her mind gave way again as that fucking sinner's tongue was demanding her capitulation. Her hips twisted and Dion's tongue mirrored as she struggled to hold on. If Drexa arrived now they would all be gone if it weren't too late already.
Her fingers clawed his neck as her teeth marked him as her property no matter where else he wandered. The word she managed was quivering and fearful:
"Help."
Part of the reason that Deres could wander was that Neral accepted that men and women were no different than any other animal. They had an innate desire to wander here and there and be physical. But, no matter where he did so and no matter who else he had love for, there was a piece of him that belonged to Neral and no one else. That was the part that heard her. It wasn't even so much the word as the tone that cried out in need.
The part of himself he had barely been able to close off from the dark magic was in a dangerous position, needing to fight through the pleasure that assailed his senses and the corruption that threatened to doom him. He looked down to see the way that Dion's tits flopped and rolled in irregular circles as he pumped away. He looked up to see Neral's dark, smoldering eyes and felt her lips, tender and fierce on his. The animal in himself had to be fought back. The animal in them all had to be fought back, as that was the key to this kind of corruption: the animal part of a soul wanted to live unrestrained and without consequence. Feed the beast enough and it becomes strong enough to quash everything else and then eagerly follows its liberator.
The animal in him resisted the rational in its own way and it was a curious feeling to have a part of him fighting another and seeing, hearing, and feeling actions he didn't initiate with his own will. His body stepped back as Elan pushed him out of Dion when Dion's lusty, orgasmic screaming stopped and pushed him with uncharacteristic ferocity for the quiet young woman. "I need to fuck," she snarled. "I need to be useful. Sucking your cunt makes you...happy."
In that moment's pause before that ass called to him and called to be fucked he struggled to grab hold of more of himself, managing to grasp a bit more sanity before his cock demanded that he take that waiting hole. He slipped into that pink, wet sleeve of flesh in a single, gliding motion and the ache began again. But this time he was there with the beast inside him, no longer helpless against it as it tried to wear away at him, even if it and Elan's pussy continued to conspire to seduce.
He took her by the hips in a vise grip, even as his eyes were locked on Neral, which fed her and led her to feed Elan in a twisted circle of aural depravity. "He's not even looking at you, you know that? He's looking at me. For him, Traymis Elan is simply something to make use of while he looks upon the woman that he loves."
Elan squirmed and pushed back as much as she could without losing contact with the mouthful of girl she was loving.
"Talk to me," he commanded Neral,
"What do you want to hear? Do you want to hear about how I feel when I'm stuffed full of southie cock?"
Yesss. He shook his head to clear it, or try to. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me."
Lost in her own haze, she simply obeyed. "I do love you," she said, even as she kissed him roughly, making smacking sounds on his lips. "Spell of love or no, I love you. I could not have picked a better match; that you have a dirty southie cock and know how to use it is a fucking glorious bonus. I need you, Husband. I do. It is joy to share the day with you. Sometimes it is only getting home to my life that makes the days bearable."
She spoke and he latched onto each word as a lifeline, knotting each statement of tenderness and affection into a knot to pull his mind from the seething heat even as his cock bathed and burned in it in all the best ways. "Think, Neral. Focus on you before. Focus. Help me,"
