Chapter 7 - On Recruiting Harems: Episode 7

                                        On Recruiting Harems

                                                                  by Volpone
                                         Continuum: Waffle
                              Location: King's Palace, Edellant


                                           Chapter Seven

          The next morning, he woke to find his partner of the night before still comfortably snuggled to
his shoulder, but she opened her eyes almost immediately, so he decided she must have been awake and
simply waiting.
          “Good morning, milady,” he said to her with a genuine smile.
          “Good morning,” she replied. “Thank you for last night.”
          “Thank you,” he told her.
          “Who is going to be your favorite for today?” she wanted to know.
          He admitted, “Yuki is the last.”
          “Good,” she said. “She should be well rested.”
          “She didn't spend the night with Ryotu?”
          “No, it was Aphrodia, and Nerisu joined them later.”
          Quinn nodded. He didn't know if they had chosen the king or he had chosen them, but either
way the ladies involved were not women he intended to recruit.
          She thought a moment, then commented, “It's been a week since Yuki has been with the king.
Or longer.”
          He could almost hear what she thought about going without sex for a week... or perhaps she was
aware of someone else Yuki turned to for companionship when Ryuto was occupied elsewhere. Then
Quinn thought of the continuum again, and realized how silly a thought that was. Every woman in the
palace was here to service the king... no one else. It was designed that way. In fact, in one version of
this continuum, Ryuto was either triplets or somehow had created two more of himself to keep up with
the women. Quinn had avoided that one as well as the one that had been broken into several time
periods, at least five of the ladies here being from that later time including the charming Yuria. Picking
the wrong continuum would have made his recruiting any of them unlikely. Picking this one made it
more sensible, and infinitely easier.
          She was continuing by telling him, “I don't think Honeydew and I can distract Ryuto again so
soon.” She looked at him and asked, “If it can be arranged, who should distract him?”
          Quinn realized that although she agreed to stay behind, she was not above helping him in his
recruiting others. Also, she might recognize him as having better information.
          Thinking back to the source material he'd encountered, he had several possibles, the best of
which might be...
          “What of Luceria and Prima? Would they be willing to help?”
          She pondered a moment, then said, “Prima, certainly. She likes you very much. Luceria might,
but she just likes to fuck the king when she can, so she should agree.”
          “Luceria's also a princess, isn't she?”
          “Yes. She told me once she wished she could marry Ryuto.”
          Ah... as in one of the alternate time lines I had passed over in favor of this one.
          “That should work nicely,” he agreed. “If the king isn't busy this morning, I'll finalize my trade
agreement with him, then I can devote my time to Yuki without distraction.”
          “You may have to wait,” she informed him. “The other ambassador is spending much time with
the king.” Thinking a moment, she decided, “I don't think the other ambassador likes you very much.”
          “Oh? And why is that?” He honestly didn't care much, but people who disliked Quinn on
principal tended to harbor hidden agendas.
          “He said he had never heard of you or where you come from, so he didn't trust you.”
          “So long as the king doesn't let himself be convinced I'm a villain, I don't much care what Lord
Whats-His-Name thinks of me.”
          The king wasn't available to discuss the trade agreement, so Quinn had moved on with his
recruitment program.
          The attempt on Ryuto's life came about two hours later.
          When he heard the commotion, Quinn was in the process of chatting up Yuki, hoping to get her
to his quarters.
          Hearing the disturbance, Quinn and Yuki had gone to where the sound seemed to be originating.
          They followed the noise to the drawing room where Quinn and the king had played chess some days
before, and from the look of things, where Ryuto liked to take his meals.
          As they came into the room, the king was standing and looking not terribly concerned, but
Prima, Rebel, Dawn, Luceria, Reina, and several palace guards were standing by. All the human
women looked various degrees of upset, though they all tried to control it.
          The other ambassador (whose name was actually Lord Fersen) stood nearby, and when Quinn
entered, the visiting dignitary announced, “Here he is now! Are you coming to see if your plot
succeeded, your excellency? I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, because as you can see, His
Majesty is quite alive.”
          Not one to let an asshole shake his aplomb, Quinn replied, “I'm very glad to hear His Majesty is
alive since I have a trade agreement that won't be worth much without the royal signature. What's
more, I find dead chess players very dull competition indeed, and so may I congratulate Your Majesty
on your continued good health.” He gave a small bow to punctuate his statement.
          It seemed that Lord Fersen wasn't going to let anyone else come up with an alternate suspect, so
he kept pressing his point.
          “As if you had nothing to do with it! What a bald-faced liar! You were behind the attempt, and
we all know it! You from your made up kingdom... you're here to see the king is assassinated...” He
paused a moment for dramatic effect before what he clearly thought was his most damning accusation,
“... and you even seduce his women while his guest! Deny it if you can!”
          Quinn stood there and let the man rant without letting the smile slip from his face. Far from
looking chagrined, he looked amused. Turning to Yuki, he said, “Pardon me, my dear,” then turned
back to his accuser and moved slowly towards him as he spoke.
          “My dear...” he paused as if having to search for the man's name, “... uh... Lord... Gherkin... is
it?”
          The man purpled nicely before grinding out, “Lord Fersen.”
          “I do beg your pardon... Lord Fersen, I'm terribly sorry to say you are operating under several
misapprehensions.
          “First, I am not responsible for your ignorance of geography, so if you have not heard of whom
I represent, the fault is not mine as I am not your teacher.
          “Second, if His Majesty feels I have in any way dishonored any lady of His household, I am
sure He is capable of expressing His displeasure without your assistance by simply removing my head.
          “Third, you don't know me well enough to call me a liar, because I tolerate that language from
my friends alone, and you, dear sir, do not qualify.”
          Now he was only a few feet from Lord Fersen, and two of Ryuto's guards moved to interpose
themselves between the two ambassadors. Quinn continued moving forward until the points of their
halberds pressed against him, and still he didn't look at them but kept his eyes only on Fersen.
          “And finally, if I wanted someone dead, your excellency...” Quinn gave such a sneer to the
word to make it an insult. “... I assure you I would see to their demise face-to-face, and not through
some intermediary.” It was rather clear to all present that the implication was Quinn would be happy to
prove his statement on Fersen personally.
          He backed up enough to allow the guards to relax before continuing.
          “Now that I've addressed your concerns, just how is it I am supposed to have tried to kill His
Majesty?”
          Reina piped up and said, “Someone poisoned his wine.”
          Quinn snorted.
          “Poison? That's a woman's weapon. No, my apology, ladies. Allow me to rephrase... Poison is
a coward's weapon.” He delivered this pronouncement directly to Lord Fersen.
          There's that lovely shade of purple again...
          “You would certainly be one to know,” was Fersen's response.
          Pointedly ignoring his accuser, Quinn turned to Ryuto.
          “Your Majesty, I know you like to cultivate an image of, shall we say, naivety, but you aren't a
fool. I have been quite frank about my purpose here. Do you believe I would gain anything at all from
your death?”
          The king paused a moment to consider, then started to reply when Fersen put in, “Perhaps you
want one of His Majesty's women... or more than one.” He looked at Yuki, wordlessly pointing out that
she had been alone in Quinn's company when they entered.
          Quinn looked at the other lord and there was no trace of amusement. He appeared in control
but the expression he turned on Fersen spoke volumes about what he felt about him, none of them
complementary. “Contempt” was the mildest word that sprang to mind.
          “Your excellency, you just interrupted His Majesty and insulted his ladies in the same breath.
You are free to insult me if you wish because I try to suffer fools lightly, but one more word against any
lady here and I will have to beg His Majesty's forgiveness... for making a mess of his carpet.”
Fersen was a couple of inches taller than Quinn, but he looked at the man who had just
threatened him in a most diplomatic fashion and decided perhaps he was quite happy to keep a couple
of guards between them.
          Quinn went on.
          “Pardon, Your Majesty. You were about to say...?”
          “No,” the king said, answering Quinn's earlier question. “I don't believe you would gain
anything.” He took a brief pause, then added, “And I have seen a demonstration of your abilities. If
you wanted me dead, I think I would be the centerpiece of a very fancy funeral right now.”
Fersen saw his scapegoat slipping away. He had been certain the young king would be
sufficiently outraged over the seduction of his women to seize on the excuse and have the ambassador
imprisoned and probably executed. No matter which result, it would have served his purpose, though
not as well as the young fool having the good manners to drink the poison Fersen had his aide slip into
the royal goblet earlier.
          “But... Your Majesty! He was in the kitchen the other day. It would have given him a perfect
opportunity.”
          Prima observed, “The kitchen, Lord Fersen... not the wine cellar. And the cook observed his
excellency the entire time he was in the kitchen specifically to see he did not poison anyone. The food
he touched was not served to anyone else. Besides, that was a day too early.”
          “But he paid the cook!” the ambassador pointed out, sure this would carry some weight.
          “I know where that food went,” Dawn said, putting herself into the conversation for the first
time. “His Excellency was gracious enough to share breakfast with me... unless you feel I would be
party to my king's assassination, too.”
          Fersen was about to accuse her of just that because his aide had been watching and had spotted
her entering the guest chambers with the ambassador, and the noises he had heard through the door left
no doubt as to what they had been doing.
          He was about to give this damning evidence when he remembered the other ambassador's threat
about “one more word against any lady here”. He needed Quinn to be blamed or attention might turn
to who else might be pleased by the sudden demise of King Ryuto.
          “One moment,” Quinn interjected. “Lord Fersen? Your Majesty, wasn't there a Fersen who
was passed over for promotion at the time you were given the assignment of subduing the rebellion? It
was some time before you became king, I believe.”
          “A cousin,” the ambassador admitted before the king could think he was trying to hide the
connection. “What is your point?”
          “I was simply commenting on the family name. To some, family pride is something worth
killing for.”
          “You accuse me of plotting His Majesty's death?!”, Fersen exclaimed, counterfeiting
indignation. It was entirely too close to the truth, though only part of why he had agreed to make the
attempt on the king's life.
          Quinn couldn't resist the chance to steal a line he'd wanted to use for so long.
          “I simply held up a garment, Lord Fersen. You are the one who claimed it fit.”
          The conspirator almost lost his temper, his hand gripping the handle of his dagger until his
knuckles went white.
          Then Quinn added, “By the way... where is your aide?”
          Anger turned immediately to thoughts of survival. Fersen knew that he had very few options
here. The king refused to suspect the other “ambassador”, and his ladies would not stay quiet enough
to let him implicate himself further. His chances of managing to kill the king now were nil, and as
tempting as sticking a dagger into the ribs of this insufferable St. James meddler was, he doubted he
could manage without the guards interfering. Besides, the king seemed of the opinion that St James
could take care of himself in a fight, or so he implied. Not knowing he could succeed at any of his
desired outcomes, and seeing his own involvement becoming clearer, he chose to make a strategic
retreat.
          “I will not stand here and be insulted! We will be leaving the palace immediately, and my
government will be demanding an apology for this!”
          Turning on his heel, the ambassador gathered his quickly vanishing dignity and dramatically
stalked out of the room. He didn't delay long enough to clarify who he would be expecting his apology
from.
          The door closed and the king said to his guards, “See that Lord Fersen isn't delayed in his
departure, and provide an escort to the border.”
          “He did it,” Rebel observed.
          “Certainly,” Quinn replied. “Still, I'm glad I didn't have to make a mess of your carpet,
majesty.”
          The king smiled and said, “I appreciate your consideration for my furnishings, ambassador.”
          The king instructed for his meal to be removed, especially the wine, and a fresh meal to be
served.
          “Will you join me, ambassador?”
          Quinn looked at him suspiciously.
          “It seems you are a hazardous dinner partner, majesty. It might be safer to dine elsewhere.”
          Ryuto smiled at Quinn's jest and observed, “And you might have plans already.” He looked at
Yuki who refused to look embarrassed.
          “Very well,” the king said. “We'll talk tomorrow about the trade agreement.”
          “Thank you, majesty.”
          Quinn bowed deeply, more grateful to the king for not interfering with his evening plans for the
lovely Yuki than for his implied agreement on trade.
          An hour later, Quinn and the exotic elven (perhaps half-elven) lady were sharing a pleasant
conversation over wine at the end of their meal. (The wine, like all the food they had eaten, Quinn had
produced from his improbably folding chest, no longer willing to trust the food from the palace in spite
of the plot's seeming failure. Quinn knew there was no poison they had discovered that would affect
him, but his meal companion was another matter.)
          They had talked over many things, beginning with the attempt on the king and whether it was
actually a botched assassination attempt or a more subtle try at causing the king to cause a diplomatic
incident by retaliating against either diplomat under his roof. Then it evolved into a discussion of Lord
Fersen, both of them making highly uncomplimentary observations about his possible personal habits.
From there, the conversation meandered as conversations do between two people who know
where the evening is likely ending up, eventually ending with him explaining about his recruiting and
giving her much more detail about Liberia than he'd given any of the other ladies. Knowing more
about him than the others had, Yuri was also the most curious about him. He had succeeded with every
woman he'd spent time with, and considering how loyal some of those women were to Ryuto, she
found herself intrigued.
          In spite of her state, Yuki hoped she was keeping Quinn guessing as to whether or not she was
going to let herself be seduced. Unbeknownst to her, Quinn was ninety-nine percent certain of his
success before they had reached his quarters because of a number of subtle signals she was giving off,
especially when the senses were as acute as Harlequin's. Even though elves had a different smell than
human females when excited, the first time she laughed at his jest while he was dishing up their meal
raised it to one-hundred percent unless he did something terribly out of character (unlikely to the point
of being worth ignoring) or if they were interrupted somehow.
          Neither happened, and so now it was simply a matter of how to cross the short space between
the table and bed with grace and respect.
          So it was with a bit of surprise to Quinn when Yuki asked, “Shall we go to bed?”
          He had to ask, “You don't need me to perform a miracle or dance a gavotte or extemporize an
ode?”
          She chuckled. “Why? Have the others made you do that?”
          “Yes and no,” he replied. “So far I've beaten the king at chess...”
          “For Prima,” she interjected, showing she knew more of his exploits since his arrival than he
was sure she knew.
          “... then I played the violin...”
          She put in, “That was for Rebel.” Then before he could continue, she observed, “That means
you didn't need to perform any feats for Reina. Not surprising. Go on,” she encouraged him.
          “Allow me to neither confirm or deny your speculations as I do not like to kiss and tell...”
          “Another reason behind my proposition,” she pointed out.
          “... then I played again for the next lady ...”
          “Honeydew wanted you to play for her? I'm surprised.”
          Realizing Yuki seemed unaware of his episode down at the shore with the lovely mermaid, he
said, “No... not Honeydew, and I'm pleased to find my entire stay here hasn't been observed so
carefully.”
          “Then who...” She stopped and then corrected herself. “Never mind. Continue.”
          “I then performed some feats of martial arts...”
          “I understood that you were showing off.”
          He held up a hand and admitted, “I stand corrected. I did that not by request but as an
introduction. And as that introduction was interrupted, I then had to cook a meal...”
          “Dawn.”
          He didn't bother to deny it since the lady knight herself had said she shared the meal with him in
front of everyone.
          “And though it was not a requirement, I did entertain on the harp as well.
          “That was the end of my labors to date.”
          She looked him over and said, “Yet, I think if you chose to, you could perform a miracle, or
dance a gavotte, or extemporize an ode... if I asked you to.”
          “The miracle might be more illusion than reality, but as for the rest...” He made a so-so gesture
that indicated he might be able if the audience was not demanding.
          She rose and moved to him, holding out a hand.
          “You have at least six of Ryuto's ladies going with you when you leave, not counting myself.
I'd say that qualifies as a miracle.”
          “Not counting yourself?” He took her hand and stood.
          She smiled and admitted, “I decided today when you were talking with the king and Lord
Fersen.”
          They had reached the bed, and she turned to him. “You're an unusual man, Quentin St James.
You've had at least six... soon to be seven... ladies from the palace. You know we're all far from virgin,
and some of us have no modesty whatever, yet you were ready to risk your life and create a diplomatic
incident to defend our reputation.
          “And you wonder why I'm going with you?”
          He wanted to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't let her give him credit where none was due.
          “I hope you won't be too disappointed, but... I was in no danger today whatever. Fersen had no
chance of hurting me in a fight, fair or otherwise. Nor could he cause me any kind of trouble that
might possibly matter.”
          Yuki looked at him as if she were weighing his words carefully.
          “You're telling me that if you could have been hurt, or if he could have stirred up diplomatic
troubles for you, you wouldn't have defended us?”
          Phrased that way, he had to admit, “The result would have been the same, but...”
          She silenced him by kissing him.
          It was a very satisfactory kiss.
          When she finally broke the kiss, she told him, “My lord, you need to learn when to stop talking
and give a woman what she wants.”
          “Agreed.”
          And that was his last word on the subject.
          Two minutes later, they were still kissing, but now they were on the bed and without clothes.
          As he was nibbling on her neck, she told him, “If you expect me to go with you, I expect you to
demonstrate all your talents before we're done... and remember, I've spoken with some of your
conquests in detail.”
          “In that case,” he replied, “I'd best get to my demonstrations.”
          Yuki wasn't as large as Quinn by quite a bit. In fact, of the women he had recruited, she was the
most petite but proportionately as well-constructed as any of the ladies, sporting a marvelous pair of
DDD breasts within a modest eighty centimeter measurement. This still meant there was a definite size
difference between them, and so some things might be more challenging for them.
          Kissing his way down her body, he paused a few moment to pay attention to her nipples, first
individually and then both at once until she arched her back and moaned, then gave a gasp as her first
orgasm shook her. (Being this particular hentai continuum, Quinn expected breasts and/or nipples to be
as profound erogenous zones as clitoris or g-spot, so he had actually been counting on this.)
          But while he freely admitted to having an “infantile bias” towards female breasts, he wasn't so
intent as to forget to pay attention to all the recreational areas, which he moved on to now.
          He began teasing her by kissing her mound and the inside of her thighs, moving around until he
had her whimpering and moving her hips to try to encourage him to be more direct.
          Finally, Yuki had put up with his teasing long enough, put her hands on his head and directed
him quite pointedly to the junction between her thighs.
          Not being a man to tease simply for the sake of teasing, he bestowed a long, moist kiss on her
lower lips... a kiss with plenty of tongue.
          She gasped again, one hand on his head and one clutching the covers of the bed as he sent
shivers through her, quickly driving her towards her next peak of pleasure. She was not quite to the
crest when he shifted, licking and sucking at her clit directly as she felt his fingers insinuate themselves
into both her lower openings.
          This sent her over the edge and into a delightful rush of joy, and Yuki had the uncharacteristic
thought of comparison between lovers, then as quickly banished it from her mind as ignoble. Besides,
it was much more rewarding to concentrate on what this lover was doing to her.
          She sat up as best she could without interrupting him and reached down to get a hand on him.
          “Come here,” she said, indicating how she wished him to move, and he accommodated her by
shifting end for end without letting up on his inspired mix of manual stimulation and cunnilingus. This
brought her in line with him, or rather parts of him she was interested in sampling, and she took him by
the base of his very stiff erection and positioned him so she could wrap her lips around him.
          Thinking to make her job easier, Quinn shifted his weight and rolled them so she was atop him,
giving her more freedom to do what she wished. Greedily, she sucked him deeper and deeper into her
mouth, moaning in delight to their fabulous sixty-nine.
          Things continued in this vein for several minutes, then she was pulling Quinn over until she was
the one on the bottom.
          “Like this,” she said, and putting her mouth back around his cock, she pulled his hips firmly in
an up-and-down motion.
          Ah... she'd listened to one of the ladies with whom he'd been a bit more forceful.
          He paused his oral activities long enough to reply, “As you wish...”
          He started easily with shorter strokes, knowing Yuki was elven, not a succubus, and so needed
to breathe much more often. He fed her just as much as it took to reach the back of her mouth but not
enough to bump her throat, waiting for signs of distress.
          It seemed this was something he needn't worry about as she gave a moan that sounded
disappointed, and one of her hands pulled at his hip while the other wrapped around the base of his
prick, pulling it more emphatically towards her mouth.
          It seemed the lady knew what she wanted, so he started to give it to her.
          He lengthened his stroke until he reached the obstruction of her throat, and she moaned louder
between pumps and adjusted her head and neck, tilting her head back more.
          Okay...
          He pressed forward more firmly and felt his cock take the slight bend and proceed down her
throat. He didn't jab but rather pressed so he slid down, then backed off so she could catch a breath...
exhale... inhale... then press forward... and repeat.
          Because she was small, she only had a little over eleven centimeters of Quinn in her mouth
before he bumped against her throat, leaving fourteen centimeters to go. Once he “took the bend”, he
was up to fourteen, and each time he fed her a bit more... fifteen... sixteen... seventeen... she still gave
no sign of trouble... nineteen... twenty... her hand was out of room on his shaft so she moved it to his
scrotum, using this new handle to gently but firmly urge him deeper... twenty-two... twenty-three...
twenty-four...
          Then he was snug to her lips.
          And as she took the very last of him this way, she came.
          She held him in place, both hands going to his ass and holding him tight, not letting him pull
back as she shook in silence, spasms of ecstasy building in her as she swallowed around him, milking
his cock with her throat.
          He was already monitoring her nervous system, so he knew she was short of breath but not
panicking, so he let her control the action.
          After fifteen-odd seconds, she signaled it was okay for him to pull back, and he followed her
prompting.
          While all of this was going on at Yuki's end, at Quinn's end, he was still licking at her hooded
pearl as he slid two fingers deeply inside her in tandem, trying to keep some form of sync with his hips,
and when she started to come, he felt both her openings clench at him, grasping at his digits in time to
the contractions of her tremors.
          Pleased that she was enjoying herself so much without using his neuro-induction Talent, he
decided to keep it that way and simply kept a mental “eye” on her reactions. Just as she was peaking,
he doubled up his digital motion, stroking twice as often as he had been. His timing was good since
she gave a gasp that was stifled by the hunk of man-meat in her mouth, but she shook more violently
and again she clenched firmly around his fingers, and he slowed his manual invasion of her back to less
emphatic levels.
          Once her pleasure had crested and was easing back to pre-orgasmic levels, she began pulling at
his hips again, and he resumed his slow irrumation of the lovely elven woman. He varied his strokes,
keeping them short for most of a minute, then once he figured she had caught her breath, he pressed
forward deeply, feeding her his full length until she indicated she needed him to ease off.
          It seemed a very successful way for both of them to enjoy themselves as Yuki continued to have
a climax every few minutes while Quinn had to keep a firm rein on his own climax response. It was
only after about twenty minutes of this that he detected the beginnings of fatigue beginning to set in to
her jaw, mouth and throat. This being the case, he waited until her pleasure was peaking and released
his block, giving her a mental push at the same time.
          She cried out as she came hard, shaking all over as she fought for control and his semen jetted
into her mouth. As the slick, sweet/salty cum squirted across her tongue, she had an urge and simply
swallowed his sticky offering and his cock all at the same time, semen and shlong both heading down
her throat, though only one made it to her stomach. She held him in her throat like that until she was
well past her peak and he had emptied himself into her, then she eased him back until she could breathe
again, nursing on the head of him to assure herself that nothing had escaped. She stepped up the
suction on him and pulled him from her lips with a notable “pop”, and he stopped sucking at her clit,
though he did keep her impaled on his fingers.
          Yuki chuckled and let out a big sigh, then clenched the muscles lining both her nether orifices
rhythmically.
          “I'd prefer more than fingers,” she told him, “though there's no rush.”
          Quinn slowly removed his fingers from her, and as he did, he examined his own system, doing a
quick inventory of his reserves. Even with the silverleaf, he'd been making considerable demands on
himself sexually, and he didn't want to do anything which might create troubles he would need to
correct later. Before he had become a “superhero” (others' words, not his), he had more than one time
when his body had simply been unable to keep up with the things he had asked of it, and while it was
educational, it wasn't necessarily pleasant.
          This time, however, it seemed his body simply needed a moment of conscious maintenance in
the form of washing the fatigue poisons out and willing the increased blood flow that led to...
          He started to swell, and she gave him a suggestive smile.
          “I didn't mean to be demanding, but such a reaction is rather... flattering.”
          “Simply the natural reflex when so near such an exquisite creature,” he said with just a bit of
“acting” to it.
          “Speaking of flattery...” was her response.
          Moving so he was again facing her, he propped himself on one elbow and told her, “I was under
the impression that flattery was lying in a complimentary manner, and I take exception to anyone
saying you are not exactly that... exquisite.”
          Having recovered sufficiently, she glanced down to see Quinn was again fully erect.
          “Let's say I will not argue the point with a gentleman I want something from.”
          And she pushed him onto his back and threw one leg over him. With his length and her
position, this put her too low to manage penetration yet, but she didn't let that interfere with her
pleasure. Easing herself down, she rested her hands on her thighs and pressed herself against him,
giving a slow, deliberate side-to-side shift to her hips. This parted her outer lips and let her very wet
inner parts slide lasciviously along the front of his erection.
          “Ooo,” she purred as she undulated her pelvis, enjoying the sensation she was creating for both
of them.“
          "I second that,” he told her, not knowing if Robert's Rules of Order were known in this
continuum but not letting that stop him. They weren't known or were forgotten for ninety-percent of
Phoenix' members, so he wouldn't be insulted if she didn't get his rather uninspired joke.
          However, there was nothing uninspired about Yuki's performance. She kept this up for a couple
of minutes until she gave a delighted gasp and shook, rubbing herself more rapidly against him as she
came.
          Having decided this merited stepping up the action, Quinn flexed his hips back strongly enough
to shift the length of her stroke, and when she slid to the top of her motion, she felt him slip from under
her and the head press against her canal.
          Taking the opportunity, she relaxed back and he slid inside her. As the head entered her, his
girth first put pressure on her, then he popped within her, several centimeters all at once.
          Her climax freshened and she froze a moment and just shook, then she took a deep breath and
pushed back firmly, sliding him into her until she couldn't take any more and he bumped her cervix.
(While most human women Quinn knew did not find this pleasant unless they liked a measure of pain
with their pleasure, it seemed that Yuki was not of that type, and was rather of the opposite opinion.)
Her head went back and her back arched, and Quinn knew without looking that his lovely bed
partner had just gone ahegao, her mouth dropping open, her eyes going half-lidded and rolling high as
pleasure overtook her and she came.
          Taking advantage of her temporary lack of motion, Quinn sat up far enough to bring himself to
eye level with her marvelous chest. With her back arched this way, her breasts were shoved forward
towards him, making his next action that much easier.
          Just as she was going to begin moving again, she felt his hands on her chest and his lips capture
her right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hands squeezed both her soft/firm globes, his
tongue rasping across the tip and then flicking over her repeatedly.
          “Gaaaaaaiiiiyyy!!!” she cried, and her climax ramped up to a new level. Now saliva ran
unheeded from the corner of her mouth and tears began to form at the outer corners of her eyes. She
stayed frozen in that position and shook all over, discovering how high Quinn could drive her
pleasure...
          Until he began moving. Not relinquishing his possession of her delightfully erect nipples, he
moved from one to the other easily, teasing both until they ached and she hoped to keep aching this
way forever. At the same time, he stroked into her easily, simply letting her stay where she was and
taking over the work.
          She wanted to do something. Somewhere in her mind she wanted to shout, “I'm cumming! I'm
cumming!”, but she was unable to form words as her muscles refused to do anything more than hold
her upright and tremble intensely as ecstasy like lightning coursed through her. The moment he started
fucking her, she lost any control she might have hoped to retain, each stroke running across her g-spot
and finally bumping her cervix.
          He kept her in that condition for five minutes, by which time he could feel her muscles
beginning to cry out. Even her interior was feeling a bit abused, so he eased off and even removed
himself from her, letting her relax and regain some semblance of control. She let herself go limp
against him, feeling his arms take her and lower her down atop himself. He cradled her easily and
gently stroked her hair.
          His wrist rubbed against her long, pointed ear, and she gave an involuntary whimper and
trembled against him. Still being attuned to her, he caught the sexual reflex that accompanied his
accidental contact.
          “Hmm,” he pondered, and this time he intentionally stroked her ear.
          She gave another whimper and actually retreated from him slightly.
          “I'm sorry,” he told her, though he knew he hadn't hurt her.
          She was back in control of her voice enough to tell him, “Don't do that unless you're ready for
more.”
          “And if I am?” he prompted.
          She gave him a smile that looked happy but also tired.
          “Then I'm not. At least not yet.”
          He moved his hands to her back and massaged the muscles there. This also pressed her more
firmly to him, and he was able to enjoy the contact of her skin and fabulous breasts all the more.
          She purred and settled in against him, and he continued until he felt her breathing grow regular,
and when he checked her mind, he found she had slipped off to dreamland.
          Taking a deep whiff of her scent, Quinn considered how Yuki smelled differently from any
other woman he'd met since coming to this land, and even slightly different from the elves he had
encountered from other worlds. There was a quality to her scent... not an earthiness, but rather a note
that reminded him of sandalwood, though that wasn't quite correct either. It was woody and floral and
exotic and stimulating all at the same time. Feeling the sexual response from his body as he stored her
away in his mind's vault as another of his favorite things, he realized she clearly released some kind of
pheromone, and he was curious if Ryuto sensed it, or even if the king reacted to it at all. Then Quinn
had the thought of how it was possible Ryuto's normal human senses might be unable to process her
scent at all.
          For the first time since his arrival, Quinn felt sorry for the king.
          About thirty minutes later, Yuki came awake by stages and found that her lovely dreams were
nothing short of reality, and she snuggled tighter against Quinn, raising her upper knee and rolling over
a bit more so she could bring even more of herself into contact with this lovely man she had agreed to
tie her future to.
          It was an odd idea, leaving here for an unknown land and mostly unknown people. Yet it was
also rather exciting. She had gradually become ornamental around Ryuto's court, and while she knew
he still desired her, she knew this was nothing special around a palace where every female she met was
desired by the king equally, or so it seemed.
          Quentin's offer was well-timed. It gave her a sense of adventure to be doing something she'd
never done before, and this Phoenix Group sounded fascinating. Imagine, trying to correct the
mistakes of entire nations or species or even planets. She knew that such work was nothing to be taken
lightly, but she hoped she might be able to make some kind of contribution, and if a man such as Quinn
felt she could, then she would gladly take the chance on beginning a new life.
          Now, all she really hoped was that he was telling the truth.
          “How are you feeling?” he asked her, and she realized he was quite aware she was no longer
asleep.
          “I'm recovering nicely, thank you.”
          “Really?” he asked pointedly, and his finger stroked her ear.
          She made a small sound, then told him, “I warned you about that earlier.”
          “Indeed you did,” he replied, and he stroked her ear again very deliberately.
          She gave a sexual whine, and said, “That's unfair.”
          With a very clear smile in his voice, he asked, “And what led you to think I would play fair in
bed?”
          She didn't respond verbally, but instead kissed Quinn very firmly as she wrapped one hand
around his (surprisingly) hard member. The more she was around him, the more she felt she had
received a lucky break in life.
          But now that he'd discovered how badly her ears effected her, she found him using them to
make her lose control much more rapidly than she hoped. When she felt his tongue flick along the
length of her left ear, she cried and involuntarily dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her body aching
to climax. She only hoped he didn't...
          And then he tugged at her ear.
          With a rising whimper, her eyes jammed shut, she shook but still didn't come. It was
maddeningly close, but not quite there.
          “Please...” she panted out in a strained voice.
          “Hmm?” he prompted. He didn't tease just to gain control, but he knew she wanted something
particular.
          “Please... fuck me,” she pleaded.
          “Is that all?”
          And she felt him push his way inside her, and he felt so good...
          Her orgasm slammed her hard, and she cried out as she ejaculated and shook and wept in relief.
          Somewhere in the part of her mind that was removed from her pleasure, she thought petulantly
of how unfair it was! It was unfair how easily he played her... how he could make her come this way
and she'd only made him climax the once...
          What she didn't admit even to herself was she wanted Quinn to do something she knew Ryuto
didn't do.
          Ironically, in a world centered around sex, she wanted Quinn to love her.
          The irony was he already did.
          Quinn wanted her happy. No, actually he needed her happy.
          He proceeded to try to make her very happy indeed.
          “Ippai... ippai... ippaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee!” she cried as her pleasure peaked again.
          He kept her in ecstasy for another five minutes, stroking into her, pulling at her nipples,
squeezing her breasts, tugging at her ears... then he slowed and let her relax. He withdrew with a very
wet sound, and she knew he was still a hard as when they'd begun.
          It was so unfair!
          “more...” she breathed in his ear, not needing more herself but wanting him anyway... wanting
to make him feel as she did.
          ”You did say you wanted me to demonstrate all my talents.”
          “yes...” she whispered, and ran her tongue along the curve of his ear, only hoping it gave him
even a tiny bit of the pleasure it did her.
          Then she felt him pressing against her in a different spot.
          “yes...” she whispered yet again. “... please...”
          And she pressed herself down harder and felt the crown of his cock putting more and more
pressure on her anus until she willed herself to relax. With a stab of pain that was overshadowed by the
accompanying rush of pleasure, she felt him penetrate her ass, and Yuki quickly discovered Quinn had
a talent for this as well.
          She also discovered while she might not need more, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy more.
          As more and more of his firm rod worked its way up her delicious derriere, his hands were busy... first
at her chest, then stretching her aching nipples, then tugging her down by her ears...
          And that was what brought on her next climax. The sensation of him “taking” her like this and
the pressure on her ears blended for the perfect combination of stimuli to drive her crazy. She didn't
cry out but gave another soft whimper that rose and then cut off as she started to shake violently as she
came. Her right hand rose uncontrollably several inches, then came down as she slapped at the top of
her thigh a dozen times or more, her body searching desperately for some way to channel what she was
feeling.
          He kept up his assault on her senses, pushing her sexual threshold again and again, showing her
that still more pleasure was possible. Finally, she felt one of his hands take her by the wrist and guide
her fingers between her thighs. Even in her almost mindless state, she could still interpret what he was
encouraging her to do, and she started to rub and gently tap at her tight clit as he continued to fuck her
ass.
          It took almost fifteen minutes of rising orgasms before Quinn knew she was at the limits of
what she could take. He spoke to her gently, telling her, “Ready, love?” and he lifted the block on his
climax as he pulled her down onto him by the ears and wrapped his lips around her left nipple.
          While Quinn was more than willing to cheat to give Yuki her well-earned joy, he found that the
difference between what he was capable of adding mentally was only minimally more compared to
what was already happening to her. All any more pleasure would do would make her pass out, and she
seemed to be enjoying herself far too much to want to miss a moment.
          The second his block was gone, she felt his cock jerk and then the sensation of his semen jetting
inside her... overflowing her and escaping from the tight ring of her anus. The overwhelming
stimulation from five erogenous zones combined with knowing he was finally coming with her made
her climax the best she'd ever known, ejaculate squirting freely from her unoccupied vagina and (quite
unexpectedly) milk coming from both nipples.
          Quinn continued thrusting up into her, jolting her slightly with each push as he continued
pumping his warm cum into her and her orgasm rolled on. She didn't move, but he felt the sphincter
holding him delightfully tight clenching like a pulse beat, seemingly the only muscles still operating at
this point.
          Finally, he stopped so she could begin to ease down from her over-excited state, but he was
surprised when she stayed where she was, trembling rhythmically and hunching down a bit every few
seconds while her anus continued pulsing. Her fingers were still now, her face locked into a mask of
incredible pleasure. Quinn checked her again, and her orgasm was still going on, almost as if it was on
a repeating loop.
          Suddenly she gave a loud gasp and shook harder, and again fluids from both breasts and her sex
jetted again in response to her pleasure somehow peaking yet again. She continued to gasp with each
tremor, and her body finally back on a very slow decent from such a pair of climaxes. Surprisingly, she
didn't collapse as so many females did when pushed to such extremes sexually, though she did relax
forward and put both arms around him, her head dropping onto his shoulder.
Waiting and holding her like that, Quinn finally shifted his pelvis, rocking it back a bit and his
flaccid cock slipped from her ass. She didn't even groan, but rather gave just a tiny sigh as she held
him a bit tighter.
          After sitting that way for several minutes, she asked, “There near the end... what was that you
called me?”
          Knowing she was fully aware (or so he believed she was or she wouldn't have asked), he
decided to tease her just a bit and said, “I asked if you were ready.”
          Not opening her eyes or letting him bait her, she repeated, “Yes, but what did you call me?”
          He leaned down and kissed her temple, then said, “I called you 'love'.”
          “Mmm...” she hummed softly and somehow managed to feel closer to him. “I thought that's
what you said.”
          And that was the last thing she said before falling back into a blissful sleep.

                                                  

