DAY 2: 15TH SMITH 11,293PL
KUMAIYA ISLAND
"This is gonna be interesting," I said to Jacintha, in Atlantean. Her eyes briefly widened in surprise. I had not specifically intended to speak in her native tongue; it came out automatically, before I made a conscious choice one way or the other.
We were standing in the foyer of my apartment. The front door had turned translucent, from the interior perspective, seconds before, just as the doorbell rang.
"Why's that?" asked Jacintha; she was casually topless, and, as a result, my eyes kept drifting down to her dark chocolate boobs. "Also: eyes!"
"Sorry!" I said, raising my head. "To answer your question, last time Khrystyna and Xyra were near each other they sure didn't seem friendly."
The tall Valkyrie was standing impatiently outside; we could see her through the one-way view that the door presented.
"Gotcha; I'll try'n distract her," Jacintha offered helpfully.
Luck was not on our side, however. Just as I hit the orange button that would let Xyra in, we heard a door behind us open. Khrystyna emerged from the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam. When she and Xyra saw each other, I noticed Jacintha's eyes go wide again. Tension materialized, almost tangibly, as the two incompatible females faced off with each other. Khrystyna launched the first salvo by making a gesture, with both hands, describing a round shape in front of her navel.
Although I did not understand every word of the conversation between the two women, I was later able to piece together what they said. Even in the moment, the their meanings were evident. "Your boyfriend just knocked me up," the flight attendant bragged.
Xyra mimicked the gesture in front of her own stomach, and responded, hotly, "I too teem, by his seed! Forsooth, afore thee, wench!"
"Real mature, ladies!" Jacintha quipped.
Khrystyna did not deign to respond to Xyra's archaic insult. She walked up to me, hips swaying, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and squeezed my butt. Then she made for the door. As she passed the Valkyrie, she tossed her head to one side. The effect was not as effective as it would have been, had her hair been longer. Xyra made a rapid blowing sound, similar to how French people express disinterest in something. Jacintha's hand was flapping subtly by her side; she was barely able to contain her laughter.
"I trust not that wench!" Xyra said, once Khrystyna was out the door. She was radiating irritation in a way that was both obvious and inscrutable; in my experience, at least, only women can pull this off. Much to my surprise, her sour mood did not bother me. Instead, I shared Jacintha's amusement. In fact, I found the bad mood both familiar and oddly pleasant, like a favorite blanket, and felt a tension, which I had not realized I had been feeling all day, suddenly dissipate.
'Shit, was I missing Xyra?' I thought.
"Is your mouth dry?" Jacintha asked her, attempting to lighten the mood.
"I am quite parched," Xyra said reflexively. The two women breastfed each other for the next few minutes. I did note that, while both made generic compliments about the quality of each other's milk, Jacintha only drank from Xyra for the minimum of sixty seconds. And, while it might have been my imagination, she seemed to be stifling a grimace. Although I loved Xyra's milk anyway, it was easily the most bitter and watery of any woman I'd fed with.
Xyra's normally strong body odor was partially masked by another scent. "Nice perfume, by the way," Jacintha said, right as my brain caught up with the situation. Xyra just grunted in response, feigning nonchalance. I could not be certain, but it seemed like her cheeks had taken on a barely perceptible blush. I was still debating whether or not to ask her to take a shower, when the decision was made for me. The grumpy warrior walked up, pulled out a new tube of xhash, squeezed out a line onto her finger, and shoved it into my mouth. To be fair, I was hardly an unwilling recipient of the sex drug. Next, she slid her hands over my shoulders and I had a sense of deja vu as my bathrobe slipped to the floor. Jacintha looked on, one eyebrow cocked, as Xyra firmly grabbed my penis and began dragging me to the bedroom. She pushed me roughly onto the bed, pushed my legs up, grabbed my ankles, and angled her wet vagina onto my rock-hard dick.
'So she rocks it Amazon-style when she's pissed off?' I mused.
"Do you mind if I take the top?" asked Jacintha, who had followed behind me.
"Provided thou dost not wish to share in my squire's lance, I care not what thou doest with thine quim," Xyra said. It was easily the most words I had ever heard her string together.
"You've got a real tiger for a lover here," Jacintha quipped.
Xyra responded with another dismissive, rapid exhalation of air, and then said, "Pah! I am no mere tiger!" These retorts were made without breaking the stride of her relentless fucking. As Jacintha sat her curvy bottom down on top of my chest, and spread her legs, I reflected that perhaps it was not so strange I'd been missing Xyra all day. Her fucking, although brutal and relentless, was sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. And, although I could not see her at present -- all I could see was Jacintha's midsection -- she was stunningly beautiful, with her porcelain features, heavy bosom, narrow waist and luxurious black hair.
Soon my tongue was buried in Jacintha's pussy, lapping at her cervix. I stuck my thumb in her ass and pushed towards her vagina, and within minutes she was cumming and peeing all over me. I shot my load inside of Xyra, who was in the middle of one of her own, barely palpable climaxes. She slammed her hips forward and held them there, and her grip on my ankles tightened, as she waited impatiently for my dick to get hard again. The xhash worked its magic, and a minute later she was able to resume her furious gyrations.
After several mutual orgasms, Jacintha scooted backwards.
"Aww," I whined.
"Before you complain, my tits are getting full again," she explained.
"Oh," I said, mollified.
Jacintha moved her ass as far back as she could, wedging into the interior angle formed as a result of Xyra's holding my legs in front of her. My CL then leaned forward, bringing an areaola to my mouth. "Mmm," she said as milk began to flow, and the powerful let-down she always experienced took hold. She reached between her legs began to hump two of her fingers, in time with the rhythm Xyra was setting. Jacintha could feel each thrust, as the force of the thrusts was transferred through my upper thighs to her ass. "I feel like I'm being fucked too," she murmured. The oxytocin flooding her body was making her especially drowsy, compounding the fatigue she was feeling from non-stop sex and multiple orgasms. "Does she ever cum?" Jacintha asked me, slurring her words slightly.
"Xyra? All th' time, it's jus' subtle."
"How can you tell?"
"Her... pussy squeezes a lil' bit," I said, between pants, "Tha'd be hard fer ya t' reckon, I 'magine. An' th' area 'round her eyes gets all tight-like. She cums more'n you, y'know!"
"Have a care, I remain in your presence," Xyra said to Jacintha, between thrusts. She was presently slamming her ass onto my dick, taking the full length of it each time, her vagina being filled too full with sperm at present. "Thou couldst query me directly."
"Sorry! You just seemed kind of... busy back there." Jacintha explained. Xyra barked out a laugh in response.
With her boob still in my mouth, Jacintha's head gradually began to droop. She grabbed a pillow and wedged it above my head, then rested her forehead there. Soon her hands, which had woven through my hair, loosened their grip, and I heard the soft sounds of snoring. By the time I finished feeding with Jacintha, the bed was a royal mess. My CL had gotten herself off several times during the first minutes of nursing, and, as a result, my stomach was soaked with fluids from her pussy. Xyra, meanwhile, had an lake of cum at her feet. I couldn't see the Valkyrie's face, but she seemed in no mood to stop. She had just switched back to fucking me with her pussy.
Jacintha stirred briefly when I detached from her flaccid breast. She curled her torso back into a more comfortable position, with her boobs pressed into my chest, laid her head in the crook of my neck, and began to give me a hickey. After sucking long enough to leave a mark, she fell back asleep. Although my legs were burning, having been held in roughly the same position for nearly forty minutes, I would not have interrupted our three-way lovemaking for anything in the world, at that moment, unless it meant seeing Calista again. Jacintha's skin was like a warm, pleasantly moist blanket, and Xyra's vagina and ass were coaxing endless climaxes from my cock. Between the odd blood flow created by the fixed position of my lower body, and the intense pleasure that kept flowing over me, I became light-headed. The room began to spin, and I lost track of time.
* * *
"Let's hop in the shower," Jacintha suggested, and soon enough, all three of us had disentangled our sweaty pile of bodies, and were standing in the oversize enclosure, in the bathroom. Xyra had, at last, exhausted herself some time earlier.
Without being asked, I began to wash her body, as had become our custom.
"How much sperm do you have up in there?" Jacintha marveled. Cum was still leaking out from Xyra's holes, even after I had made my way up to her vagina, having just washed her upper thighs.
"My quim runneth over," Xyra responded.
'Is she making a joke?' I wondered, to myself. Her face betrayed no emotion.
"Honey, it ain't just your 'quim,'" Jacintha responded.
After soaping and rinsing Xyra's pussy and ass, my hands continued their way up her body. Her tits were taut with milk and I washed them gently, so as not to cause discomfort.
There was a slight rigidity to her torso, which I realized must reflect her ongoing irritation with me, or, more precisely, with Khrystyna's recent presence. My suspicions were confirmed when I made to wash her long, unbraided hair. She turned her head to the side, looking up and away from me petulantly, and blocked my right hand, which was holding the shower nozzle. I felt disappointed, far more than was truly warranted by her refusal. 'Fuck, I really am into her,' I thought to myself.
"Thou needest not trouble thineself," Xyra told me.
Jacintha had been watching the proceedings, like a cat. I happened to look over at her just as Xyra refused my attentions.
"Oh Jason, if you're not going to do her hair, there'll be time to do mine! Would you mind?" Jacintha asked, in a theatrically sweet voice. Her request did not make much sense, as her hair was so short -- there was not much for me to do with it.
Jacintha's words had an immediate effect on Xyra. Reversing the hand she had just used to block me, she grabbed my wrist and maneuvered it so that the shower nozzle was aimed at the tips of her long black locks.
"Upon consideration, perhaps mine locks are foul enough to warrant mine squire's ministrations," Xyra said, her face now bright red.
Xyra was facing away from me, so I mouthed the words "thank you" to Jacintha. She responded with a wink. I dragged out the process of washing and conditioning the hair as long as possible, massaging Xyra's scalp twice, once with shampoo, and once with conditioner, and carefully working both products evenly throughout the extensive surface area encompassed by her hair. With nothing better to do, Jacintha knelt down and began to lick Xyra's clit. She also slid two fingers into the warrior's canal, and rubbed in a circular motion.
"Damn girl! You sure are subtle!" Jacintha marveled, as, around the time I was rinsing out conditioner, she elicited an orgasm.
"Thou enjoyest partaking of quim?" Xyra asked her.
"No," Jacintha admitted. "Not at all, actually. I don't really do oral."
"Then the pair of us have a point in common; I sup on neither lance nor quim," Xyra said. "Tell me, why service me then?"
