Tom didn't quite know how to place the feeling he had right now as he crossed the threshold of the sunroom to see Ceria completely naked and Tyrin with her overalls held at her hips by the sheer thickness of her frame. Behind him, Adze followed with his clothes balled up in her arms and Aeril just behind her, leash in hand.
Tom had been in bad situations before. Hera had nearly killed him in his own home, as had Sohm on more than one occasion. This was probably more of a concerning case than anything he'd faced before.
Right now, four denizens of the Second Circle had him in a room with one entrance, with no clothes, about to have sex. The scenarios running through his head didn't help to reassure him that things were going to turn out alright. Ceria raised her eyebrows suggestively when their eyes met.
"Well, now that you're ready, let the master do what she does best," the lady of the house said, leaning against the wall casually.
"Measurements," Tyrin stated with a solid look at Aeril.
"Of course," the tanned demon replied obediently. She removed her hat, locking eyes with the human openly staring at her body again.
"Measurements," Tyrin said anxiously, looking up at the crystal hanging from the ceiling worriedly.
"In due time, Tyrin. In due time." Aeril let go of Adze's leash and put her hands together in front of her. She started to sway back and forth slowly with eyebrows raised curiously. Tom couldn't help but see her ample bosom sway with her, drawing his attention fully despite his knowing she was watching exactly what he was doing.
"Aeril!" Tyrin barked.
The demon smiled, revealing gleaming white teeth. "That should do it. Please hold still for the sake of accuracy." She closed the space between them and dropped to her knees in front of him. She circled his throbbing member with both hands flat against his midsection and narrowed her eyes in thought. It didn't take long for Tom to feel strange with four people staring directly at his cock.
"What exactly-"
"Three point two six two qual in length, give or take point zero zero four on the basis of skewed results from movement during observation. Girth approximately two point four five qual, with no skewing. True erect angle unobservable due to the pull of gravity on this considerable phallus," she said, smirking as Tom's face lit up the color of a rose.
Tyrin nodded once at Tom and pushed her overalls to her feet, revealing the glory that was her lower half. Tom had seen girls with curves, but Tyrin's hips took the cake for greatest. She wasted no time moving Aeril with a slight nudge and taking Tom by the shoulders.
"Say wonder," she commanded sternly.
"Wonder," Tom said, confused.
"No!" the architect growled. "Wonder about
me
."
Tom's brow furrowed. "What? Wonder...what?"
Tyrin grunted and grabbed his hands, putting them firmly on her hips. She hardened her gaze against him with golden, piercing eyes. "Me. Wonder."
Tom was still lost. "You're a wonder? What...wait, your hips?" Suddenly, it clicked. "Oh my god I totally forgot about that." He started laughing at the absolute absurdity of a demon wanting to be told she looked sexy, but was cut short when Tyrin rubbed her body against his erection and caught his attention again.
"Tell me." Her eyes were still just as stern and commanding as before.
Tom shrugged, unable to think of a reason why he shouldn't oblige her request. She was nice enough to him on a regular basis to ask a favor or two. He pulled her hips against his gently, feeling the heat emanating from the cleft of her thighs. Leaning close to her, Tom put his lips to her ear.
"I think these hips of yours might be the greatest architectural wonder in Hell."
Tyrin shuddered and her entire face turned as red as blood.
"S...stars..." Tyrin's eyes rolled back in her head and she leaned to the right. Tom barely had time to react before she started falling to the floor. Luckily, his hands were already where they needed to be to keep her from going down like a stone. He gently placed her on the ground and opened one of her eyes with two fingers.
He watched her eye roll around in its socket like she was fighting vertigo.
"What in the Ninth did you say to her?" Aeril asked in utter awe.
"That's the kind of silver tongue he's liked for," Ceria commented dryly. "I can see you've been putting it to good use since I last had it trying to rub my chest raw." She flashed him a feral grin and he gave her a sour look.
"The stars..." Tyrin moaned. All eyes turned to the architect as she sat upright and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Where did..." She looked around and blinked in surprise when she saw her surroundings.
"Tyrin, are you alright?" Aeril asked sweetly, cupping the demon's face with her tanned hands.
"I am," she affirmed. She hugged Aeril and pulled her legs under her body.
"Did she forget everything that just happened?" Tom asked Aeril.
Tyrin's body stiffened and she nearly swung herself around at the sound of his voice. "Star child!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him instead of Aeril. She pushed him to the ground and forced a kiss onto him sloppily with her lips. Tom felt her tongue drive past his teeth and attempt to draw his into action.
"I suppose so," the caretaker said. "I'll have to measure you over again."
Tyrin unlocked herself from Tom and propped herself up on his chest. She slid her wide hips back enough to push his erection against her ample backside and looked back at it for a moment. She reached back with one hand and ran her fingertips along the underside of his shaft from base to head slowly.
"Three point two six two two qual by two point four five one qual. Eight degree curvature." She looked up and back and forth like she was doing calculations in her head and then furrowed her eyebrows in thought. "Why do we need those measurements?"
Aeril shrugged. "You tell me. You just said you needed them and then star child gave you stars."
Tyrin pursed her lips and then turned her golden gaze back to Tom. "Do you remember why?"
"I have absolutely no clue," Tom replied, feeling Tyrin's body shift against his in little ways that made his cock throb wholeheartedly for more than what it was getting. The demon seemed to take notice and lifted her hips so his arousal could rest at the angle it preferred.
"Can...can I...?" She looked at Tom like she was a teenager asking to go to a party.
"Tyrin, you don't need to ask permission. It's okay," said Aeril as the architect tried to find a way to word what she wanted.
"I don't mind if you don't," Tom said quietly enough for only Tyrin to hear. She smiled broadly and let her body rest against his. He looked down to see her thighs coated in what he assumed was the remnants of an orgasm. She felt slick and ready for anything even at this early stage.
She put her hands on his shoulders and let her petite breasts sway freely as her hips slid forward and her back arched.
"You call me pretty." She slowly pushed her body back and Tom gasped as he penetrated her without warning. Her body easily engulfed his erection, allowing him access to her deepest desires in moments. Inch after inch of slick, velvety flesh slid past the sensitive nerve bundles in his glans.
When she reached the base of his arousal, she stopped and closed her eyes. Tom felt her insides clamor to keep going, squeezing him tightly from every angle. Tyrin shifted her jaw back and forth for a few seconds before arching her back a bit more and placing her hands on his shoulders.
She put her weight on him and pushed back, forcing his erection as deep inside of her as it would go. Tom's adrenaline rush was entirely unwarranted. He couldn't have been more ready to screw if he'd been deprived for years.
He reached out and put his hands on her hips, but she ceased the motion of her hips and put his hands back by his sides again before continuing. Inside her pussy, her muscles tightened around him rhythmically to keep him inside her for as long as possible. Every cycle of her hips brought him into contact with more and more strong pulses inside of her.
"Not right..." Tyrin murmured. She sat back on his cock and looked down at the junction of their bodies. "More...?" She arched her back a little more and bit her lip in thought. She came forward and pushed back again, causing Tom's midsection to tighten considerably.
That felt really good.
"Are you...getting anywhere?" Tom asked as she returned to chewing her lip. As much as he enjoyed this, it wasn't going to end well if she was miles away from getting off and he was sitting on the edge of losing his mind.
"Aeril, pull his arms." The caretaker did as she was commanded and took Tom's hands. She raised them over his head and forced his back to arch a little to keep them to the floor. Tyrin slid her hand under him and pushed up with her fingers until she seemed satisfied with his position.
She then sat up and bucked her hips once.
Tom's entire body tightened uncontrollably.
No way.
There was no way that was a natural feeling. "Jesus fuck..." he murmured as the lightning bolts of pleasure that had caused him to reboot began to subside. That was way too- She did it again! Tom's mind ran to places he hadn't seen before, trying to get a grasp on what she was doing.
A grin spread from ear to ear on Tyrin's face as she started a steady rhythm, humping his pelvis at an angle that hit every pleasure point he had just right, squeezed all the right places, fed every little nerve ending in his entire arousal. It was unbelievable.
"Lucky you," Aeril said, amused. "She hasn't ever done this for more than a handful people. She's trying to get you off."
"How is she doing this?" he asked, struggling to keep his toes from cramping as they curled tightly.
"Oh, Tyrin's got a very special talent when it comes to giving someone a good time." Aeril's voice dropped low as she leaned in and whispered into Tom's ear. "She's good with angles. She knows just how to hit the right spot, just how to nudge the right points. Trust me when I say she can shoot you off in under a minute if she wants to."
"That's not a good thing in my- ho my God that's insane." Tom's back arched without his consent, and Tyrin's hands came down and pushed him back into place. She hit every spot on his erection with precision, drawing her slick, velvety heat across every nerve bundle, every single strand of pleasurable tissue he had.
