Chapter 4 - On Conditioning: Chapter 4

                                                    On Conditioning

                                                         by Volpone

                                                          Chapter 4

          Antares' conversion to their “team” had been almost immediate, even though he hadn't let her in
on all their plans yet. She only knew that Quinn intended to treat her as a member of the team... no
degradation and no more conditioning, and that he intended to do the same for any other shinobi who
ended on their squad. That he'd also spent the night caring for her without forcing himself on her
taught her his word was good... even if she was a bit disappointed in his not visiting her in the night. (It
would be far easier if they could return to Columbina every night, but they could only duck back one at
a time if at all. They were surely being observed by Black's people, and they couldn't let them know
what tricks they had up their collective Phoenix sleeve.)
          Instead of being treated as a captive, Antares had awakened to find lying on the chair in her
very own room her very own new green and black team leotard that fit her like a coat of paint. It was
different from the other women's outfits but still unmistakably part of the team, green and black and
tight and sexy. It might have as well been a wedding dress from her reaction. She found Quinn and got
him into private... where she showed him her new team uniform came off even easier than it went on.
          It was well the arena didn't begin until nightfall because she monopolized his time for over two
hours, clearly showing that her behavior in the arena was not an isolated event, to their mutual delight.
          He was also very happy to discover that violence was not the only thing that got her excited, but he'd be
happier when he was certain her randy behavior was her own and not inspired by the drugs. While he
detested the way the conditioning was done, Quinn couldn't fault the way Terry was able to enjoy sex
now. She felt no shame or guilt, and she seemed to be a moderately well-adjusted, wonderfully
hedonistic sexpot. Her only concern was for the safety of her sister and their Taimanin teammates.
          Once they had gotten the sex out of their systems (several times), Quinn had her put her team
uniform back on and join him in the gym which was part of the residential complex they'd purchased
for this mission. He spent about an hour sparring with her, not as rigorously as in the ring the previous
day, but enough for him to judge how her system was recovering from the drugging she had undergone.
She still had a ways to go, but she was improving and with luck, she'd be back to her pre-capture
reaction time in just a couple of days. It would be incredibly useful if they could have Terry as one of
their fighters since she was known both to the audience and to the Taimanins, but he'd not risk losing
her back to the tender mercies of Oboro.
          Quinn knew, in spite of how he would have preferred to be the only one at risk in the arena, that
he had to let the ladies on his team prove they were not simply ornamentation. Part of what had
convinced Black to agree to the challenge concept was the chance to win control over some of the
lovely Amazons from Team Harukinu. As such, Quinn limited himself to only those battles which he
felt were essential for him to personally be the one to compete, as he had with Antares at hazard.
          That being the case, the team spent some time going over the roster of Taimanin shinobi and
each member took a group of rescuees. They consulted with Terry as she was now their resident expert
on the team, and she gave a wealth of information about the captive shinobi and even the enemy arena
fighters she knew anything about.
          In the end, each member knew exactly who they would be playing “guardian angel” to among
the competitors being forced to fight. This allowed them to pre-plan and avoid any debate over who
was going to be fighting once they were on site. It was fortunate Oboro didn't run through more than
one Taimanin any given day.
          Black had sent a message to Quinn saying that he was not displeased with how the first day had
gone, but he did feel it was only right that if he put a fighter into the arena who had been defeated
before by a Team Harukinu member, that he would consider it dishonorable for them to put up the same
fighter who had beaten them before. Variety and the unpredicted were important factors in the arena,
and naturally he would see to it that they did the same.
          “That's very honorable of him,” observed Quinn, “with the one small problem that he would
have any of our defeated team members in his stable, and so the only time he would be able to fulfill
his bargain is if he's pitting two of his own fighters against one another.” But he felt it was a minor
point as they had seven star gladiators on their side while Quinn felt Black's team was limited to just
four, though he was largely ignorant of the depth of Black's roster.
          Quinn tried to make a couple of executive decisions involving who would take on the arena
champions he knew about: Cat Lady, Snake Lady, Power Woman, and conceivably Oboro if she grew
desperate enough. He felt it was important for him to meet these particular fighters personally as they
were likely the premier fighters on Black's team, but Verita pointed out it was more important to keep
Black happy than it was for him to go against the champions himself. Swallow then observed that
while Quinn might be tougher than some of the females on his team, he wasn't as strong as any of them
(except Terry). The he'd six chosen all possessed super-human strength, and while compared to a
normal human Quinn was certainly superior in strength, stamina, speed and durability, he couldn't
claim to be faster or stronger than any of the ladies on the team. He did point out he was the only one
of them who was likely immune to hostile magic because of his P.A. web but was immediately outflanked
by Adamantina when she pointed out that they had no way of knowing he was any more
immune to this continuum's brand of sorcery than the rest of them...
          “Unless you have experience here we're unaware of?” she asked him point blank. The ladies
might not be the leader of the team, but that didn't mean they weren't just as protective of him as he was
of them.
          Unwilling to lie to get his way, Quinn yielded, saying that he would only insist on being the one
to fight if were truly vital for him to be the one such as them slipping in an unexpectedly strong
opponent. This being as good as they were expecting to do, the ladies let well enough alone and
committed their own lists to memory while Quinn made a mental note to make sure every member of
Phoenix going into the field was to have a functioning p.a. web so he could stop being such a mother
hen.

          The next day, they all got a day off when no Taimanin fighters were called, and they all sat and
watched as a human male fought a female Quinn believed was a half-demon, both of them given a pair
of police-style nightsticks as weapons. The male was fit but he couldn't bring himself to be a challenge
to the arena's representative before it was too late and he was at such a disadvantage. The female
clearly had some experience with the weapons as she used them with much greater facility. She
probably cracked his right wrist with one shot he misjudged, rendering his unable to use his dominant
hand. She followed up by catching him in the back of the knee with her next attack, and once he was
on his knees and with only a weaker hand to fight with, she had him face-down on the floor in
moments, Oboro announcing the winner much faster than she had in Quinn's bout. (The demidemoness
made use of the nightstick in a very uncomfortable location for the male, though that didn't
stop her from making the man lick her to orgasm. Once that was finished, she mounted his hips and
rode the man to a rather vocal climax—hers, not his, though he obviously finished, too.)
          Verita got first chance to step up for the ladies of the team the following day. Alkaid, a lighthaired,
amber-eyed elven archer was chosen from among the Taimanin ranks and was to meet a great
male orc in the ring. The orc wore a helmet with nose guard, heavy leather cuirass, bracers of the
same, and carried a great targ shield. The size difference was absurd as the elf was small by human
standards while the orc outweighed Quinn and Adamantina combined. They seemed to think the elf
having a bow would even the odds, but unless she was an amazing shot or phenomenally lucky, her
bow wouldn't be of much good.
          The size discrepancy made Quinn remember a line from a Western he saw once. A huge
character named Mongo rides into town, and when the new sheriff straps on his gun to go deal with
him, the sidekick tells him, “No, no... don't do that. If you shoot him, you'll just make him mad.”
          Verita told Quinn, “She's one of mine,” and he reached out and struck the gong to announce
their challenge.
          Terry reminded her, “She may be small, but she's an excellent shot. I don't think she'll shoot to
kill you, but under the circumstances, I wouldn't want to risk it.”
          The dark-haired Amazon picked up a rope which was to be her weapon of choice. It was a
high-strength blend which was as close to the lasso she was used to using in weight and action as they
could manage. The rope was about fifty feet long, and she hooked it at her waist and left it there as she
strode confidently to the arena floor.
          The hulking gray brute was warty and looked diseased, and Quinn wondered how Verita would
manage some kind of show after she beat him. (Quinn had to think in terms of “when” not “if” or he'd
have ulcers before the mission was out.)
          The fight began and Verita began circling to her right, moving toward the side away from the
shield, seeing if he would try to defend or if he'd be over-confident and try to close with her.
          As the orc had no weapon other than his shield, that's what he used against Verita, swinging it
like a great flat club. From the looks of it, Quinn guessed that the orc was slightly above average for
his race in terms of intelligence, though that wasn't saying a great deal. He appeared to have been
briefed of what might happen and he'd been given instructions on how to act in this case.
          Fortunately, they couldn't take all variables into account and Verita's rope was not something
most fighters are used to defending against. On the other hand, a rope was not the most effective
against an opponent three times your size.
          It was unfortunate that the stage was bare this time without any kind of stage dressing for Verita
to make use of.
          The fight was not the best overall because Verita was clearly faster and smarter, not letting the
orc close with her enough to make use of his shield as a weapon, and his defensive style of attacks
made it hard for her to find an opening.
          The crowd began to give cat-calls, feeling the fighters were being too cautious.
          She did a roll which was just slow enough to make the brute try to drive her into the surface
with his targ but he missed, and Verita sprung up while he was bent almost double, leaping completely
over him, swinging a loop of her rope as she did. It looked like she was trying to get a loop over his
head but her timing was off because all she did was dislodge his helmet which went rolling.
          To everyone's surprise, she shifted directions enough to snag the helmet on her way by and then
was out of the orc's reach.
          The gray creature seemed unconcerned that he had lost his headgear since she was unarmed for
any kind of weapon his helmet might protect against.
          He didn't consider the helmet itself.
          Verita hooked a the slip knot loop over the nasal guard of the helmet and ran it snug, then began
to swing the helmet round on about a four foot length of rope, keeping the rest coiled in her left for
control. She had the helmet making an odd, uneven sound as it swung rapidly, and then her arm swung
forward and she let the helmet fly.
          The orc naturally saw and brought his shield up to protect himself.
          But Verita hadn't swung it directly at him when she released it. Her swing had released early so
the helmet went off to the orc's left, but when she stopped the rope slipping through her fingers and
yanked, the helmet acted as a weight and came back into a sideways motion... hard.
          The helmet would have gone completely beyond the orc if not for her sudden braking action,
but instead it hooked around and swung in behind the shield, using the shield's edge as a new center of
motion and curved right in to meet the side of the creature's hard head.
          The audience cheered at her excellent shot, and the orc was clearly staggered. He wobbled back
with his shield raised to fend off another swing from the helmet, but Verita had abandoned her
improvised weapon and was charging with surprising speed directly at the center of his shield. She
leapt high and brought her feet forward as if she were intending to land on his shield, which is what she
did, and as she was about to hit she straightened her legs to deliver maximum impact, driving the shield
back into the orc with tremendous force.
          If the orc hadn't been stunned into moving back or if he hadn't instinctively raised the shield
high enough so he couldn't see, her attack would have likely failed, but her execution was spot on and
she slammed the shield into his head and shoulder, the rest of her weight following and driving him
back off his feet and into the mat.
          Verita did a tuck-and-roll to come up onto her feet quickly to face her foe, but the orc lay
beneath his shield unmoving.
          With no referee to determine if the orc could go on, Verita had the choice of checking on her foe
and possibly discovering he was just faking to draw her close, or she could ignore him and wait for an
announcement.
          The audience had been cheering her brilliant attack, and part of them were chanting for her to
be declared winner.
          Still the orc didn't move.
          Verita moved in a wide circle around her fallen opponent, then came near his feet and kicked
one to see if he reacted.
          Nothing. She could see the slow movement of his breathing, but nothing else.
          Leaning low, she retrieved her rope, freed the helmet and tossed in so that it landed right on the
orc's crotch.
          He didn't even twitch.
          Forced to make the call, Oboro announced Verita's victory.
          Walking over, she put a tow under one edge of the shield and tried to flip it up, but it only raised
up part way before the weight of the orc's arm though the grips of the shield brought it back down.
          There was still no reaction, so she simply walked away and left her unconscious foe for the
arena staff to deal with. There was no point in trying to humiliate a foe who was unable to react to
pain.
          The audience certainly didn't seem to think they'd been cheated.
          As she got to the box, she said easily, “Well, now we know how to deal with the humiliation
question.”

          Oboro didn't let too much time pass before she announced the match between Verita and Alkaid.
          Quinn had been wanting to see that she had some kind of equalizer against the arrows of the
elven archer, but Verita just held up her forearm with its long black glove and gave him a wink before
she headed down to the arena floor.
          Not wanting her to give up any information simply to make him feel better, he tried to relax.
          One of her pre-Phoenix colleagues had called her “the best melee fighter in the world”, so he trusted
she knew what she was doing.
          Quinn looked down to see Alkaid being led towards the raised stage once again, and he
concentrated to see what weapons she carried. She naturally carried her bow, and Quinn noted six
arrows in her quiver, which was six more than made him comfortable but he knew he couldn't have
everything. He didn't see any knife or other bladed weapon, but her bow was a customized, complex
bow clearly made to match her skimpy purple outfit rather than a simple longbow or recurve of
traditional wood or horn, making it both heavier and more powerful than a simple version. That meant
she could use it as a weapon even after her arrows were gone, or could if she'd been so trained, and
Quinn imagined she had been.
          “Begin!”
          Rather than close, Verita allowed her opponent to keep her distance, but she didn't just stand
still to give her opponent a target.
          The audience was keyed up because it was far less common for the competitors to be allowed
weapons of such a deadly nature, and they were quite aware that a rope was far less dangerous than a
good bow.
          The elf had an arrow drawn and was trying to get a bead on her dark-haired foe, wondering why
she wasn't trying to close to negate the advantage the bow gave her, but she wasn't going to point out
her mistake.
          It was with a sense of relief when Quinn watched the pale-haired woman with her up-swept ears
change her aim. At first, she had been aiming dead center on Verita's chest (a good-sized target to
begin), but when she realized that Verita wasn't an arena champion and wasn't behaving like she wanted
to intimidate or threaten her, she shifter the aim lower, looking as if she would be happy to disable the
Amazon warrior with an arrow to the leg or such. The rest of the crowd would never have been able to
tell the difference, but for Quinn, his enhanced vision told him the tale in bold print.
          There was no warning when the first arrow twanged away, and the speed of the shot was
impressive as Quinn was just able to follow the arrow as it targeted Verita's shapely thigh.
          But the arrow buried itself in the stage because she had changed her tempo the moment the
string snapped, the shaft passing just an inch or two behind her.
          “That's one d...” Verita started to say aloud, clearly showing she too was aware of how many
shots the elf had at her disposal, but before she had gotten the words out, a second shot was away,
intended to take her in the opposite shoulder.
          Quinn knew that it was too good a shot for Verita to avoid this time, her motion being into the
path rather than away, but with a smile the beautiful gladiatrix brought up her left forearm and the
arrow spanged off, obvious striking something harder than skin and bone beneath the covering of the
black glove.
          The crowd erupted, cheering at the demonstration of amazing defense. They were beginning to
appreciate good fighting almost as much as they appreciated degradation and humiliation.
          Leaning back slightly without diverting his attention from the battle below, Quinn asked in
sotto voce, “Is she wearing her... you know... under the gloves?”
          Nova, being the only member present who knew her from before her recruitment, replied the
same way, “I don't believe they come off... hence the long gloves.”
          He couldn't help but smile as he relaxed back, now sure of who would take the match.
          I need to learn to trust them more.
          The elf realized that her opponent was much more than just a simple wrestler, and her strategy
abruptly changed. Rather than take time to pick her target so carefully, with an arrow notched and
aimed, she moved towards the center of the stage to cut down on the reaction time her foe would have.
It brought her closer to the other woman, but it was that or give her twice the time to react to the
arrow's course, and she clearly was fast enough to manage at the full width of the stage.
          Verita smiled and moved forward as well. She was not going to allow the other female to
dictate the terms here. Close suited her just fine.
          As they got closer, the archer moved with amazing speed and fired off three more shots, the
final just leaving the bowstring as the first arrived.
          The first just missed Verita's right calf and drove into the stage, the second passing barely in
front of her right shoulder because of the slight twist she gave to her torso, and the third she again
blocked with the same wrist as before.
          The archer set the final arrow to string, knowing the game would be quite different once she
was out.
          But she'd let Verita get close enough to make an unexpected cast with her rope.
          The throw wasn't perfect, but it hurried the elf into making her last shot before she was ready
and it was deflected by her right wrist this time... the same she was using with her rope.
          It looked as if it might have been luck, but Quinn knew differently.
          The loop of rope didn't reach the elf, but instead settled over the top end of the bow, and with a
sudden yank, the elf looked surprised to find herself with empty hands.
          The next thing she knew, the petite female was hanging with both feet off the floor as Verita
lifted her by her neck and leaned very close to whisper softly to her.
          To the elf's shock, the warrior's words were, “Relax, and try to enjoy...”
          Suspended there, the blood flow to her brain almost reduced to nothing, she felt her outfit
skinned away, and she grabbed at the hand holding her aloft as the sound in her ears grew to a roar...
          “Very nice...” was Verita's comment to the audience, which responded with a huge shout of
approval.
          Quinn was a bit surprised at how easily Verita fell into the role of dominatrix, making it look as
if she had no regard for her defeated foe but never doing anything which would actually cause damage.
          I didn't know she was that good an actress, he admitted to himself.
          The camera was blocked from showing exactly what she did to the hanging elf, but the result
was a spray of ejaculate hitting the stage
          The onlookers went wild.
          Lowering the dazed elf down until her feet touched the stage again, Verita was unsurprised to
see that her “victim's” legs couldn't support her.
          That's okay, she thought.
          Shifting her grip, she supported the pale-haired rag doll with her right arm, holding her back
against Verita's own chest, feet still off the floor, her right hand filled with the elf's surprisingly full left
breast. The fingers of that hand flicked over the erect nipple there as her left hand went down to help
support the elf's weight by taking her by the crotch and lifting.
          It seems the pressure this put on the smaller woman was more than just giving support since
another torrent of her juices squirted between Verita's fingers and ran down the elf's thighs as the
audience went crazy.
          Quinn had never made it a point to involve himself in the private matters of his teammates in
Phoenix, but he had to ask Nova, “I've never asked, but does Verita...?”
          The blonde didn't take her eyes off the show on the stage but answered easily, “Oh, she plays
for both teams. Didn't you know?” There was a distinct smile in her eyes that was quickly wiped
away.
          I seem to have picked better than I knew, he said.

          Back at the residential complex, Verita and Terry were talking to Alkaid.
          “You think I'm just going to forget what you did to me?” she was asking.
She had mostly recovered from the earlier events at the arena, but she was still uncomfortably
aware of her residual sexual excitement which was leading to a part of her frustration.
          Terry came to Verita's defense.
          “Do you think the orc they had you fighting would have been as gentle?”
          “I could have beaten him,” she shot back. “I would have...”
          But she stopped herself. She likely could have sunk three or four shafts into the great hulking
brute, but she knew he would have likely survived without it slowing him down much, and then she'd
have been at the non-existent mercy of the gray beast after angering him with her arrows. Having gone
through some sessions with the orc guards previously, she knew what they were capable of without
them being angry at her.
          That didn't make it any easier to forgive the smiling Amazon.
          “I'm sorry I had to do what I did,” she told the much smaller female. Then she leaned closer
and whispered to her, “But not terribly.”
          And she gave the sexy little femme a kiss on her long ear.
          And that was part of why the elf was still so upset.
          “Don't do that unless...” but she stopped and corrected herself. “I don't like women... that way.”
          “I don't mean to intrude,” Quinn told them from the doorway, “but can I act as moderator?”
          Terry said, “We're just trying to get her to accept that what was done was for her own
protection.”
          Quinn knew it was likely time for him to employ his special abilities to help with the situation.
Logic was seldom of use when emotions were the driving force behind an argument.
          Crossing over to the elf who stood a full head shorter than himself, he went down to one knee
and took her hand.
          “She's right. We want you as part of our team, and the only way to do that is to play by Black's
rules.”
          He gave her his best sincere look and said softly, “I promise you, you'll never have to do
anything like that again.”
          And he kissed her hand, and he let his care for her creep through the contact.
          He didn't intend to hijack Verita's date, but the next thing he knew, he had a face full of very
delightful elf bust.
          “I'm sorry,” she told him as she hugged his head.
          He couldn't even look at Verita to offer an apology.
          But one thing he had clearly discovered in his brief contact with the darling little female... she
wasn't nearly as upset over her treatment as she was that it hadn't continued in private.
          As much as he didn't particularly wish to, he disentangled himself from her cleavage and stood.
          “I didn't mean to interrupt.” He looked at Verita and told her, “I think you can work this out...
on your own.”
          But Verita had caught the change in attitude from their new teammate. She had reacted to
Quinn because she was used to thinking in heterosexual terms and her sexual reaction before the crowd
had confused her greatly.
          Well, one way to fix that...
          “No, Quinn. I'd like you to stay, if you would.” She looked at the elf. “I think we need your
help with something.
          “I believe dear Alkaid is confused right now, and you're the best person I know at helping
women... understand.”
          Quinn had been thinking the sexy little exotic elf had been lacking some emotional anchor, but
her next words clarified the situation for him rather concisely.
          Alkaid asked plaintifully, “Isn't anyone going to take me to bed?”
          Three minutes later, Quinn, Verita and their new elven teammate were all in Verita's room.
Quinn had shared a bed with the lovely Amazon on a number of occasions, and he'd always felt she
was very happy to be there. It had never occurred to him that she would also have been just as happy
with one of their female colleagues.
          In truth, Quinn was selling himself short, but the thought behind it was still mostly true.
          Verita was telling him, “I think Alkaid has an incorrect impression about how things have to be.”
          He sat on the bed and relaxed a bit, intending to take some time with this. Bringing new
members gently into Phoenix was part of his reason for being nominally in charge.
          They discussed a bit back and forth, trying to explain a bit about how the new culture she was
finding herself in operated, hoping to make her comfortable.
          Her next statement showed that comfort was part of the difficulty, but not as he expected.
          The elf admitted, “That's all fine, but the problem is I'm still horny. What they did to my body...
the drugs and all... it's not terribly comfortable.” She looked somewhat accusingly at Verita and
concluded by saying, “What you did didn't help.”
          “Then what can we do to help?” he asked...

          “Oh, god...” Alkaid moaned, and then she turned her head again and went back to sucking
Quinn's cock.
          Verita gave a pleased chuckle that was partly muffled by her mouth being involved in giving the
petite female a course in how females could be fun in bed as well.
          It didn't really surprise Quinn at all that Verita was happily bisexual. Truly, probably half the
females in Phoenix Group took other women to bed occasionally, though only a few were completely
centered on the fairer sex. And it appeared that Alkaid was able to relax and enjoy having a loving
female in bed with her... so long as she had a man there to give her a bit of familiarity.
          Judging from her behavior, if she wasn't very familiar, Quinn thought she was giving an
amazing impression of it. Helping support her head, he moved his hips in time to her mouth.
          The elf gave another moan, but this one sounded a bit disappointed, and he understood why
when Verita moved up and put her face next to Alkaid's, saying softly, “Let me help you with that.”
          Verita was laying on top of the smaller woman and began teasing around the elf's lips where
they held Quinn's erection with her tongue.
          Letting the larger woman take control, Quinn found himself sitting back on the bed with the two
women kneeling on opposite sides of him, both leaning down and running lips and tongue over his tool
as it stood proudly between them. Verita was clearly in familiar territory here while Alkaid was only
learning, but he had to smile when the beautiful Amazon managed to seamlessly go from lavishing
attention on his very happy package to trapping the head of his cock between their lips and sharing a
kiss with the lovely elf that just happened to have Quinn in between their dueling tongues.
          The contrast between the two women was striking. Verita was statuesque, curly dark-haired,
blue-eyed, and quite human in all respects. On the other side of him, Alkaid was petite with long,
relatively straight platinum blonde hair, amber eyes, distinctive pointed ears and exotic elven features.
What they both shared was an attractively muscular form (athletic rather than body builder style) and
undeniably feminine curves. While the Amazon was probably four inches bigger around the bust, their
proportions were remarkably similar between them, Alkaid simply looking like a scaled-down version of
the luxurious shape of the wonderful woman lavishing attention to the left side of his erection.
          Another thing they shared was a seeming enjoyment of giving head as they were soon
chuckling and moaning happily as they found new ways to try to kiss without letting Quinn escape
from between their mutual lip-lock.
          Soon enough, they began trying a kind of counter-movement, one of them moving down to pay
attention to his testicles, sucking each into their mouth and licking with incredibly wicked looks while
the other took the head into their mouth and went down deeply, only to come back and return the trip
once again.
          And then they would change positions and repeat.
          This went on for most of twenty minutes, and Quinn was more than happy to let the ladies have
their way since he was never neglected, even on the rare occasions Verita would break the pattern and
pull Alkaid's face up so they could share a moment's kiss without his lovely cock in the way.
          Finally, Alkaid seemed to be growing more and more impatient until she finally decided to exert
a bit of control herself. She was having plenty of fun as things were, but the conditioning in her was
driving her more and more until she took control, kissing Verita and pushing the bigger woman back
until she was over her, then reaching back as they continued to kiss and taking Quinn around the base
of his shaft and pulling him, clearly directing to move.
          Following her pressure, he found himself kneeling behind the darling little strumpet as she
aimed him and then pushed back, taking him in deeper and deeper until she felt his hips meet her lovely
backside.
          And she cried out into the larger woman's mouth as she shook and came.
          He couldn't help but smile. He had a real weak spot when it came to easily orgasmic women.
          Letting his newest teammate set the pace, he took the opportunity to see how her nervous
system compared to most humans. Alkaid wasn't his first non-human, nor indeed even his first elven
bed partner, but he'd learned never to take things for granted where individuals were concerned.
          Fortunately, her nervous system was just as easy to get to know as most people of basic human
design. Things were largely in the same locations. Nerves fired in the same manner. Heart, lungs and
the rest all resided and performed the same functions. And best of all, sexual reflexes were largely the
same, and hers were firing on all cylinders.
          In fact, in his opinion, Alkaid was probably enjoying herself enough to be ready for another
orgasm any moment.
          “Aaaaahhh!” she cried out as if on cue, and Quinn heard Verita's pleased chuckle in response.
          While the delightful little elf impaled on his tool kept right on pushing back, encouraging Quinn
to keep fucking her this way, Verita took the opportunity to shift positions, and he gave her a broad
wink as she scooted up far enough for the elf's face to end up even with her perfectly groomed strip of
dark pubic hair.
          While Alkaid might not “like women that way”, she gave a convincing imitation as she moaned
happily and went to work, bringing a pleased expression to the face of the woman who had vanquished
her earlier that night in the arena.
          Quinn took a brief look around and spotted what he wanted on the bedside table. He stopped
thrusting for a moment and made a long arm back and just managed to get his fingertips onto the tube,
and once he had it in his possession, he went back to trying to keep the delightfully orgasmic female
distracted with another climax as he got the tube open.
          The blonde gave a somewhat startled “mmm?” as he applied a nice dollop of lube to her lovely
little anus and, setting the tube near enough for him to have it within reach for possible reuse, he
massaged her rear entry port with his fingers to encourage her to relax. He began to slip a finger within
a bit at a time, not trying to make her react but rather to not react as he prepped her for something
considerably larger. He knew that Verita undoubtedly had some toys suitable for what he intended, but
rather than uncouple from his petite bed partner, he decided that lube and digits were acceptable. If
nothing else, they were warmer.
          From her reaction, Alkaid was far from likely to object to what he had in mind. In fact, she
began pushing back harder onto him, her rhythmic moan growing louder with each push.
          He had both middle and ring finger inside her quickly enough, and she began to make louder,
more wanton sounds in spite of her tongue and lips performing lovingly on Verita. He rolled his wrist
to pull outward on the tight muscles lining her sphincter, urging them to relax further, and when they
didn't immediately close around the two fingers, he added his index finger to get her nearer to where he
needed.
          It seemed she was somewhat sensitive to getting her asshole stretched like this because she gave
a squeal and shook hard, and he felt the squirt of her juices against him, soaking into the covers as she
trembled continuously with an occasional severe spasm shaking her entire frame.
          When she had calmed down enough, he said to Verita, “I'd like your help in showing Alkaid-dear
a bit of Phoenix teamwork, if you don't mind.”
          She gave a shudder of pleasure and replied, “I think something can be arranged,” then took
Alkaid's face between her hands and pulling her away from her very happy pussy, she smiled and gave
her a sweet but very sensual kiss.
          “Just relax. Quinn has something in mind I think you'll enjoy,” she told the elf and nipped
gently at her ear.
          The blonde gave a cry and shook, showing Verita that elf ears were wonderfully sensitive under
the right circumstances.
          Quinn slowed and withdrew from Alkaid's tight little cunt, and she gave a whimper as he did but
stayed where she was as he worked her asshole a bit wider.
          “You tell me if you want me to stop,” he warned her, and he pulled her back, but he got his
fingers out of the way so he could replace them with the head of his rigid tool.
          The elf's breath came in irregular gasps as if she had less and less control, but she told Quinn
clearly she was unlikely to object by pushing back onto him steadily until the flaring crown of his prick
made it inside the tight constriction of her anus.
          He felt the ring of taut flesh squeeze him tightly and she shuddered again in climax, giving a
much clearer cry since her mouth was clear now.
          Urging her slowly closer, Quinn got an idea he wanted to try out and he gathered up a big
handful of her platinum hair to use to pull her back onto his hard cock.
          The combination was more successful than he anticipated because she bucked and came, again
squirting all over the bed, but this time milk came from her nipples as well, surprising him since no one
had been priming her breasts in a way to encourage this.
          He rocked her back and lifted, and as he did he buried the last few inches of himself deep inside
her delicious derriere as he levered her up into a higher kneeling position. She couldn't relax with his
cock holding her pinioned like this, and she shook and gave piteous moans at the assault on her senses.
          Getting his hands behind her thighs, he rocked back and lifted, and she had no choice but
cooperate and let him lift her off the bed entirely, his unyielding erection making her unable to resist.
          Lifting her into a kind of sitting position, he pulled her legs wider apart and so gave Verita
much better access to the small female's small femininity.
          The dark-haired Amazon smiled in appreciation, leaned up to give Quinn and unhurried kiss in
thanks (sandwiching the lovely elf between their larger frames in the process and making her tremble
all the more), then moved down so she was at eye-level with Alkaid's unoccupied pussy so she could
move in and provide her with another kind of unhurried kiss.
          Alkaid gave a loud cry, her hands going into Verita's hair as she gladly encouraged the warrior
woman's talented tongue, and Quinn started to move his hips as he began to fuck her ass.
          It didn't take but a couple of strokes before she shook like a giant tuning fork and then thrashed
strongly, her shout wordless but expressive nonetheless. She trembled all over, muscles tight as a
massive orgasm took hold of her, head back, mouth agape, eyes glassy and unfocused. She then gave a
kind of whinny, bucked, ejaculated strongly, and suddenly went utterly slack, passing out completely.
          “Woops,” he said. “Looks like Elvis has left the building.”
          Licking her fingers deliberately, Verita commented, “Maybe this will bring her around,” and she
put her fingertips over the elf's erect clit and began to rub frantically.
          It took a few moments, but suddenly Alkaid gave a gasp and her eyes flew open, her back
arching as she shook, and her hands came back, flailing in an attempt to gain support around Quinn's
neck behind her head...
          And then she was gone again.
          “Maybe we'd better give her a chance before we do that again,” he observed.
          “You may be right,” the Amazon agreed, sitting back and tilting her head as she smiled at the
sight of the lovely creature with her ass impaled on Quinn's sizable erection, passed out from an excess
of pleasure they had provided.
          This time, she came around more slowly, but the moment she moved even slightly, she gasped
at the sensation of twenty-five centimeters of hard Quinn up her backside. Her breathing was ragged
and irregular still, but she seemed to be getting herself more under control.
          “Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked her gently.
          She didn't reply in words, but she managed a silent nod.
          “Shall we continue?” he wanted to know.
          Alkaid didn't respond immediately, but after about five seconds, she seemed to steel herself and
give another nod.
          “Then here we go.”
          And his hips began to move again.
          Rather than go down on her yet again (and risk her passing out yet again), Verita moved in close
and ran her hands up Alkaid's ribcage, then filled each hand with a lovely, round elf breast, and giving
her a firm squeeze, she leaned in and gave the female sandwiched between them a moving kiss.
          Alkaid's arms went around Verita's neck, legs around the other woman's waist, and held on tight,
returning her kiss with fervor as she continued to keen out her pleasure into the Amazon's mouth. The
note of her moan was rising higher and higher with each breath, and Quinn knew that this was going to
be the last of the night. The lovely elf obviously needed no special assistance from his special Talent to
enjoy herself, so he simply got ready to let go of the block he'd been holding on his climax reflex for
the last fifteen minutes.
          The moment wasn't long in arriving. She started to tremble harder and harder, her wordless
whinny was near the top of her range, and then she gave a spasm and jerked like she'd been hit by
lightning. To no one's surprise, she squirted yet again, clinging hard to Verita and grinding herself
against the larger woman as she kissed her hard.
          Quinn removed the block on himself, and his balls drew tight as his cock swelled and spat its
slick, sticky load deep inside Alkaid's lovely ass. He kept pumping more and more cum into her
grasping, greedy little anus as her orgasm rolled on and on.
          They stayed in that position for over a minute before the little elf could come no more, and she
slowly relaxed her grip on Verita. Quinn moved enough to disengage himself from her backside, then
lowered her down to the bed, laying back and letting her body rest largely across his own.
          Alkaid gave a shuddering breath as she let her poor muscles ease off the tension they had been
holding onto during her lengthy series of orgasms. Closing her eyes, she tried to bring her breathing
back under control, but small aftershocks continued to skitter through her, so she simply snuggled
against Quinn and gave Verita a smile.
          Without thinking, Quinn reached over and gently ran the back of a couple of fingers along her
graceful pointed ears as he gave a sigh of contentment himself.
          As his fingers stroked her ear, she suddenly tensed, then rolled over and dove onto him,
pressing her lips to his as she whimpered again and shook, clearly having yet another climax from
nothing more than his simple caress.
          He gladly held the delightful little bundle of sexiness and returned the kiss as she calmed down
yet again, letting her lose steam as he simply held her and enjoyed being kissed like this.
          Finally she relinquished her possession of his mouth and let her head drop forward onto his
chest.
          Quinn shifted around so that he could gather each lovely woman into his embrace, one head on
each shoulder. He was careful not to touch Alkaid's ears again, clearly realizing they were highly
sensitive erogenous zones when she was excited, but he was happy to lie there and stroke the hair of
each woman.
          The Amazon woman moved closer and threw one leg over Quinn's, rolling up partially onto him
so she could reach over and encourage Alkaid to do the same on the other side. This brought both close
enough to lay an arm across the other's silky back as they formed a kind of living blanket atop Quinn,
and he smiled in his contentment with the world at this moment.
