Chapter 6 - On Recruiting Harems: Episode 6

                                        On Recruiting Harems
                                                                 by Volpone

                                         Continuum: Waffle
                              Location: King's Palace, Edellant

                                             Episode Six

          Honeydew chose to spent the remainder of the night with him, napping for two hours with him
before waking to discover he was once again ready for action (much to her delight). This led to another
amorous session including more paizuri, some spirited soisant-neuf, some vaginal sex with her riding
cowgirl, and finally another session of anal, this time with her tail wrapped around his scrotum and her
hands on his knees as she pulled back against the amazing tension of him pulling on her erect nipples.
          As they snuggled after, she wanted to know, “Who's the next lucky female?”
          “Yuki and Dawn are the only ones left whom I was planning to recruit.”
          “Hmm...” She thought a moment. “Yuria and I can keep Ryuto busy for a few hours. That
should give you a chance with Dawn.”
          He was a bit puzzled.
          “Didn't Dawn spend the night with Ryuto?”
          “No. Last night was Reina and Rokuusanu.”
          Quinn believed he saw a problem with Ryuto's strategy. If he intended to stop Dawn from
sharing Quinn's bed, he needed to be sure she was tired out and unlikely to be interested in Quinn's
overtures. The king would hardly do that by spending time with one female who had already decided
to go with Quinn and another who wasn't even part of the recruitment effort. If Ryuto had been smart,
he'd have kept Dawn and Yuki happy and exhausted.
          Then a thought occurred to Quinn.
          “Does Ryuto know who has decided to go with me when I leave?”
          She looked surprised at his suggestion.
          “Oh, no! It would be cruel to tell him we're leaving and stay around only while you're still here.
We all care for Ryuto too much to behave that way.”
          “But you'll stay here and sleep with him and not tell him you're leaving until it's time to go.”
          She looked at Quinn intently.
          “Wouldn't you prefer it that way?”
          Considering the alternative, he decided, “Probably so.” Then something occurred to him. “So
why does Ryuto worry about Dawn and not the rest of you?”
          It was Honeydew's turn to consider. “I'm not positive, but I think it's because she's the most
attracted to you.”
          While Quinn was usually quick to pick up signals (especially unconscious ones) from interested
females, he had to admit a bit of surprise since he'd had very little interaction by which to judge.
          “She is?”
          “Well, she is the one who has been sneaking around to watch you, so I think so.”
          Quinn had noticed Dawn in the background a number of times, but he had assumed it was
simple curiosity or her duty as a knight in the king's household.
          The succubus paused a moment, then corrected herself.
          “Actually, I think she wants to fuck you a lot.”
          With Honeydew and Yuria running interference (and Honeydew's observation emboldening
him), Quinn managed to cut the chase for Dawn short. He went to back to the salle d'armes since it
was both the last place he had seen her as well as the place Dawn, as a knight of the palace, had every
reason to go.
          This time, rather than bringing his sword, Quinn had brought along Slapstick. He stripped off
his tunic and shirt so he was again in just kilt and shoes, then began going through his traditional
routine for quarterstaff.
          He was less than a minute into his exercise when he caught Dawn slipping through the door he
had entered by. He'd not detected her on his way so she had either stayed back out of sight and hearing,
or she had some way of following his movements he'd yet to discover.
          He pulled to an abrupt halt and addressed her.
          Leaning on Slapstick for support, he said, “Ah! Miss Dawn... I'm very glad to see you.”
          She seemed less confident than the previous day, possibly because she had no household
companion to lean on for moral support... or possibly immoral support.
          “Good day, your excellency.” She sketched a nervous bow. “Um... you are?”
          “Indeed.” He crossed to gather his clothes, but he only draped them over his arm, hooking his
other arm through hers and bringing himself immediately to an intimate distance. “As much as I like
and respect His Majesty, I thought it was very unfair of him to sweep you off as he did yesterday.”
          “You did?” Her repartee seemed rather limited by his proximity, though Quinn picked up a
distinct thrill from her as he touched her arm and his forearm barely pressed against the side of her
breast.
          He behaved as if nothing were at all out of the ordinary as he steered them towards his quarters.
          “Absolutely. Here I was, trying my best to impress an incredibly attractive young woman such
as yourself, and he simply trumped my lead with his king card.” He shook his head and gave her a
thoroughly overblown look such as he would have used on stage to carry to 'the cheap seats'. “Most
unsportsmanlike.” (Two more corners and they would be at his quarters.) “It was a bit like bumping
the chessboard with a knee when you realize you're going to be checkmated in a few moves.”
          “I didn't realize,” was all she could manage. The dashing ambassador had gotten her offbalance
and was keeping her there by not giving her a moment to gather her wits. His closeness... his
scent... the warmth of his skin touching hers... the pleasant rumble of his voice... his throwing protocol
out the window and entering her personal space... all were incredibly distracting to her, and not in an
unpleasant way.
          “I can hardly blame His Majesty,” Quinn continued to prattle on so she would be distracted by
what he was saying and not realize where they were going. “If I had such a stunning young lady in my
entourage, I would do my best to keep her out from under of the influence of a man intent on seducing
her...”
          He opened the door to his room and scooted her inside.
          “... and hopefully out from under him in every way,” he finished as he closed the door.
          He leaned Slapstick against the wall next to Lady Vivant (they were both within arm's reach of
the bed, a habit he had developed early on which had kept his skin intact on more than one occasion),
then slipped on his shirt so the lady in his sights would relax a moment.
          “Please...” He gestured to the table where he took his meals. “Would you be so kind as to join
me? I skipped breakfast to be sure I didn't miss you.”
          He held a chair for her and rather than try to devise some excuse for refusing when she really
didn't want to, she sat.
          “You didn't want to miss me? How did you know I'd be in the exercise yard?”
          Seating himself opposite her, he admitted, “I wasn't sure. I could only hope since it was the last
place I saw you.” He smiled and looked at her frankly. “I would have gladly waited, and if you had
not come, I would have returned tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after, and every day until you
did return.”
          During this, he poured tea for both of them, then began dishing a few bites onto her plate. By
the time she realized it, she had been pinned down by a plate of food so she could no longer gracefully
escape.
          Dawn realized she wasn't sure she wanted to.
          “You seem quite... determined, your excellency.”
          He waved a hand in dismissal.
          “Please, no more of this 'your excellency'. I'm Quinn... and you are Dawn... and we are sharing
a meal as friends.” He gestured with his fork. “Please, try the omelet. I fixed it myself, though I'm
afraid it's gotten quite cold by now.”
          Cutting a bite from his own omelet, he speared it and conveyed it to his mouth.
          Unsure of how to decline gracefully, she copied his gesture and was quite surprised to find she
was actually hungry... and that the food was excellent... probably as good or better than anything she'd
tasted from the palace kitchen. She speared another bite and his smile grew broader as he joined her.
          “You cooked this?” she asked. “How did you...?”
          “I'm afraid the cook may be a bit put out with me. I borrowed his kitchen this morning for a bit
before going to exercise, and as all chefs, he's a bit territorial.”
Quinn didn't tell her he had bribed the chef handsomely, but the palace employee had still
refused until Quinn informed him he was welcome to watch to assure himself that Quinn didn't intend
to poison anyone.
          After a few moments and more several bites, she asked, “How did you become an
ambassador?”
          “Truly? Because I'm someone people have trouble saying 'no' to.”
          She gave him a tentative smile and replied, “I think I can understand that.”
          He paused with his fork half-way to his mouth. He set his fork down deliberately and looked at
her intently.
          “Miss Dawn... did you just flirt with me?”
          She looked down at her plate and blushed several shades of red and was looking for a response
when he continued.
          “... Because I certainly hope you were.”
          She looked back up, and what she saw was not anything she expected.
          Quinn sat there gazing at her with a look she'd not seen from a man before. All the banter... the
facade... everything had fallen away and she was looking at the real Quinn, and what she saw didn't
even come close to lust. It was wasn't at all weak but was tender and hopeful and vulnerable.
          “And if I did?”
          “If you did,” he told her seriously, “breakfast is over.”
          Standing, he moved around the table and leaned down to cup her face in his hands. Rather than
make her stand, he did no more than encourage her to tilt her head up slightly so that he could bend
down and kiss her.
          Dawn could barely believe this was going to happen, and what surprised her even more was the
lack of fear or doubt that she felt with any man before the first time. Her normal “fight or flight”
response was nowhere to be found. She didn't understand why, but she found she trusted him.
          The moment his lips touched hers, she felt a flood of warmth through her as if her body were
telling her she were safe, and without even considering she opened her lips to encourage his kiss.
          Never one to refuse an invitation he had been hoping for, Quinn gave a soft sound in his chest
that she'd not heard from a man before but instinctively liked, and his tongue easily peeked inside her
mouth, retreated, then returned more deeply so it flicked against hers sensually.
          Dawn gave a moan and leaned into the kiss, her arms going behind his neck, telling him plainly
she wasn't going anywhere as her tongue gladly swirled against his.
          As they continued to kiss, her breathing growing faster and her desire growing feverish, she
didn't even realize she was standing and beginning to undress as they continued to kiss. It wasn't until
she was leaning down to rid herself of her boots that she realized she had backed herself up against his
bed and she was bare from the waist up.
          Her kiss grew more frenzied and her fingers went into his hair as she gave a profound moan
which started gaining volume and growing higher. She felt her sensitive nipples grow erect, pressing
against his chest. Once they were no longer squeezed between them, her areolae would be rather puffy
and the points of her nipples would stand very tall indeed.
          His tongue was invading her mouth, dueling with hers as he took command of the kiss, and she
didn't even realize what was going to happen until she shook and gave a muffled cry into his mouth as
the orgasm she hadn't even realized was on its way snuck by her guard. Reading the signs clearly,
Quinn kept the kiss intense as he let her enjoy the moment (hopefully the first of many to come, or
cum, as the case might be).
          When the tremors had passed, he moved slowly away from her lips and began kissing his way
along her jaw line, then down onto her throat. He tarried a bit along her neck, but soon moved down
onto the spot where her neck met with her shoulder. He gave a lingering kiss with a moderate amount
of tongue, then gave a chuckle that rumbled in his chest as his teeth gently but firmly bit at the skin
there, and Dawn almost had her knees give out beneath her.
          She expected him to work his way down to her chest, which was after all her proudest feature.
Both nipples were up and erect, and with Dawn that was notable because of their length, and she knew
that kissing and suckling them would certainly give her another orgasm.
          But for some reason, after he kissed his way down her cleavage, his hands playing along her
skin, flicking gently over and finally giving the gentlest tug at her upright points, he then continued his
way down, his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps down her belly as he circled her navel with nips and
kisses. She lifted each foot in turn as she felt his hands at her boot top, but his lips never let her
attention stray far from what he was doing... kissing along the top of her hipbone as his hands gently
but firmly drew down her trousers.
          His hands on her hips pushed her back and she had no choice but to seat herself with her knees
over the edge of the bed. He knelt as he basically followed her onto the bed and when they came to
rest, she found out what he had in mind.
          His next kiss was over the hood of her clitoris, and she gasped in delight as both her hands
clutched at the coverlet. His arms went under her thighs and she willingly lifted her knees up, placing
her feet on the bed and giving him much greater access to her intimate treasures.
          His tongue played up her labia, then parted them on his next pass, making Dawn arch her back
and gasp again. Then his most intimate French kiss made her cry out and the fingers of her left hand
entwined themselves in his long hair, pulling him tighter to her as his magical tongue drew patterns of
increasing pleasure over her sex.
          She knew that just a few more moments of this would drive her over the brink once again, but
when she felt his fingers draw back her hood and his lips surround her perfect pink bud and draw her
in, she thrashed and gave a wordless cry of triumph as the release she had been anticipating flashed and
heat lightning flooded her being more strongly than she had ever expected. Her eyes clenched shut
tightly and she bit her lower lip, then milk jetted from both her standing nipples and she shook as he
sucked gently, then drew his tongue long the tiny length of her clit, making her gasp and flop, shaking
the bed hard as he pleasured her again and again. How long he kept it up, she wasn't able to say
because she lost her sense of time, but she knew she'd had at least four orgasms to his tantalizing
tongue, two of which she'd lactated for.
          Dawn finally forced herself away from his fabulous mouth, panting, “Enough! Enough!” and
fighting to bring her trembling under control as aftershocks skittered through her body.
          As she lay back trying to regain her composure, she felt his bare skin against her side as he
joined her on the bed. He followed his natural instinct to gather her into his arms and before long he
had soothed her enough to let her regain her composure.
          Finally, she told him in an intimate but steady voice, “Reina and Rebel both warned me about
you. I thought they were exaggerating.”
          “What? Not the others?” he asked in mock dismay. “I was sure all of them would have told
you what a beast I am.”
          “I'd hardly call you that,” she corrected him, then went on by saying, “and Prima said I would
likely find it interesting.
          “And while we're on the subject, just how many of us have you had since you've arrived here?”
          “You mean it's not common knowledge?” He knew Honeydew had told him the ladies had been
keeping quiet about their intentions to join him on his departure, but he didn't know who had admitted
to being bedded by the visiting dignitary.
          She told him, “Well, everyone knows about Prima because the king was involved in that wager,
and Reina made no secret of her tryst with you, and Rebel told me you had, but I haven't heard who
else you are intending to seduce with your wiles.” She smiled at him and ran a hand down his chest to
make certain he knew she wasn't being catty or unkind.
          Quinn shook his head and told her, “Then you need to learn something about me, dear one... no
one will hear from me who has granted me their favors, including your delectable self. If you wish to
tell everyone in the palace or announce it from the balcony or have handbills printed up to be displayed
throughout the kingdom is entirely your choice, but no one will hear me bragging about it, no matter
how much I would be tempted to when it involves such an exquisite creature as you.” He looked into
her eyes, and again she found she had no doubt he was telling her the exact truth.
          “How do you do that?” she asked.
          “Do what?”
          “How do you know just what to say to make a woman melt?” She paused a beat, then
amended, “And for that matter, how do you make every woman feel as if she's the only love of your
life when I know that's not the case?”
          His look grew more serious. “That's not a short subject,” he warned her.
          “You have somewhere to be?” she teased him in return.
          He leaned close and kissed her unhurriedly, then told her sincerely, “I have nowhere I would
rather be at this moment. Very well...”
          She actually heard the change in his attitude as he assumed his role as story-teller. The way he
spoke would have been at home on some corner of the town square with his bowl for coins at his feet.
In truth, she would gladly have paid to sit and listen to him talk, especially when he spoke of himself.
          “'The only love' of my life... no. I love many women. In fact, I am married and I have more
than one wife. I hope that doesn't shock you, but I felt it unlikely since Ryuto has a wife but keeps how
many mistresses under the same roof, yourself being one of them? Be that as it may...
          “My home doesn't choose to try to limit who can be married or how so long as it involves
consenting adults. Monogamous... polygamous... polyandrous... group marriage... line marriage... all
of them and more are perfectly acceptable in my homeland.
          “My own is a group marriage which began over a century ago and involves over a dozen males
and even more females, though that's subject to change. Mostly it grows larger. Rarely someone
leaves. Before I joined our marriage, one of my co-wives asked to be granted a divorce because she
had a man she wished to devote as many years as possible to. In just a couple of years, they were both
back and part of our big happy family. Our marriage is a good one... quite probably the best I've ever
heard of.
          “Yet not one...” He held up his index finger to emphasize his point. “...not one of my wives
would be upset to see us this way, because my wives are all ladies, never prudish or possessive. Rather
than be jealous, they would likely be pleased for both of us and ask if they could get us anything... and
would happily join us if we if they were invited and had no promises to keep elsewhere.
          “I tell you all this because one of my wives, Tamara, is a very good, wise, great-hearted woman.
While she isn't the most beautiful of my wives... and truthfully not as beautiful as you to the eye...”
This got a look of surprise from Dawn, but she didn't interrupt. “...but she is truly beautiful inside, as if
she has some kind of inner illumination... a joy she somehow shares with others. Before she joined our
marriage she received proposals from dozens of men, so I am far from alone in my admiration.
          “One night she and I were sharing a bed (an event which happens less often than either of us
would like), and she told me that the reason so many women love me is because I love so many women
in return. After I thought about it, I had to admit she's right. She calls it 'the All-Love'... a kind of state
one can achieve when someone learns to love others enough and without some silly imposed limit.
You learn as you grow that the more you love, the more you can love. Love isn't some dessert you only
have enough servings for so many people. Giving love to one person doesn't mean you must take part
of your love away from another. Love doesn't follow the rules of logic... it's emotion, and so is outside
logic. It's only limited by the restrictions we ourselves place on it.
          “One of the very best things about being the ambassador for my people is I get to choose many
of the people we need, and one of the best things about that is I often get to choose ladies that I find
loveable.” He drew the side of his finger down her smooth cheek. “Ladies such as yourself.”
          Dawn was mesmerized by his story, falling more and more for this gallant stranger, and she
hated to break the moment, but she found she had to ask, “And how often do they say 'no'?”
          He grinned mischievously and admitted, “Not often. It happens, but not often.”
          A funny thought struck her and she had to ask.
          “Do you recruit men in the same manner?” Somehow, she couldn't see Quinn bedding another
man... yet the way he spoke of love didn't exclude it.
          His expression confirmed her assumption but didn't register any kind of disgust at the thought,
merely disinterest. “No. For them, I have to offer them something they can't refuse... and sometimes
call on the aid of one of our female members to clinch the deal.”
          “Ah!” she said. “Now it becomes clear.”
          “That's not the primary way we recruit. It's just the simplest much of the time.”
          While she seldom teased, she felt more at home with Quinn than most any man she'd known.
          “Oh? So I am a simple job?”
          He refused to be flustered.
          “Neither simple nor a job. Rather a very pleasurable excuse to do what I would like to do
anyway, and hopefully achieve my final goal at the same time.”
          She leaned forward and kissed him gently and sweetly.
          “Does anything ever shake you?”
          “Oh, most definitely. I just try my best to avoid such situations.” He whispered in her ear
conspiratorially, “Bad for my image as ambassador.”
          She rolled back enough to give her room to gaze downward at his very erect member, then back
at him and said, “Somehow, I don't think your image suffers very often. But just in case...” She
pressed her breasts against him and slid down his body until she had him nicely ensconced between her
abundant assets. “...let me polish your image a bit.”
          And she gave him a slightly wicked look, pressed her breasts tightly around him and began to
move.
          “You do have a wonderful... image,” she told him.
          “Only because of the company I keep,” he retorted.
          He'd expected this of her. It was something every woman of this continuum seemed intent on,
and able to draw an unusual amount of pleasure from.
          Since she was clearly drawing his attention to her unsurpassed breasts, he decided to pay them
the attention they deserved.
          His hands wrapped around each of her magnificent globes a short distance back from the
areolae, and he began to squeeze. She gave an encouraging moan, and her eyes went partially lidded as
her mouth opened and she began to breathe more heavily. She moaned with almost every breath until
she bent her head down enough to take the crown of his cock in her mouth and suck. As she did, he let
his grip move to the very pronounced nipples begging for his touch and gave them both a tug. They
were very easy to manage a good hold on since they were quite elongated.
          Her muffled moan grew much louder and she began moving faster, the message clear as she
began fast approaching another orgasm.
          Using his contact with two of her erogenous zones, it was very easy for Quinn to simply ride
the impulse down her neurons to the pleasure center of her brain. He started remotely monitoring her
reactions without either damping or triggering any direct response. It was virtually second nature to
him to do this, especially when first discovering his lover's preferences. It was a kind of ringside seat
to the interplay of stimuli and how they affected his inamorata. This also prevented any of those
occasional moments of distraction that happen with all but the most attuned couples.
          Marveling once again at her incredibly pronounced nipples, Quinn rolled them between his
appreciative fingers, pulling at them and making Dawn whimper loudly and tremble, then shake as
another climax raced through her. Her cheeks caved in as she tried desperately to make him cum in her
mouth, but as tempting as it was, he wanted to hold out for a bit longer because he knew she was up to
several more fine orgasms this way, which turned out to be the case over then next couple of minutes.
          Finally deciding she wasn't likely to attain any greater orgasm in this manner, Quinn got ready
for the next rolling peak in her pleasure, and as the quickly swelling wave rose up, he gave both her
nipples a firm pull as he let the buffer between her pleasure and his drop away.
Instantly, both of them gave sensual moans and began to come, his warm jizz squirting against
the roof of her mouth as she tried to capture it all, her milk and ejaculate flowing freely as she had the
finest orgasm she could remember. She gulped at his surprisingly sweet offering and soared knowing
she had given him such pleasure, Quinn soaring with her, borne up by the intensity of her climax and
the incredibly satisfaction she felt.
          Dawn continued stroking him with her delightful mammaries, her lips tightly wrapped around
him, her tongue sliding along him to encourage the very last drop of his semen into her sweet, wanton
mouth as she shook every few seconds, tremor after tremor shaking her as the pulses of ecstasy she felt
slowly ebbed until she reluctantly let him slip free from her pink Cupid's-bow smile. The smoldering
desire in her eyes told him they were still far from finished if she had anything to say about it, which
was perfectly fine with him since this had all largely been introductory to even more intimate and
moving events. While everything they had done so far was truly delightful and not to be missed, he
liked to be able to kiss a woman on the mouth during sex, regardless of how fun kissing other locations
might be. It gave him a chance to feel that what they shared at that moment was as emotional as
sexual, which was exactly what women of his experience preferred from their sex. It made the act
memorable and moving as well as pleasurable.
          “Please,” he told her, “come here.”
          His hands pulled her up until their faces were again level, and he looked into her eyes deeply,
loving what he read there just as she saw the same in his.
          “Bellisima...” he said softly, falling back on the language he reverted to when speaking his
heart, and he again pressed his lips to hers. It was not intended to re-ignite her desire but rather to
convey his feelings for her, which she knew and accepted easily. It was a statement rather than
suggestion... an attempt to convey to her that this moment was theirs, and that what they had shared
was much more than simple mutual orgasms.
          Dawn knew she was out of her depth. This was far more than she had anticipated when she first
envisioned taking this fascinating stranger to bed. She'd imagined something heated and exciting,
which it was... but she had never imagined she would feel such infatuation for the man.
          Unable to help herself, she said softly, “Ask me.”
          When she saw the look of incomprehension in his eyes, she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of
her stomach. He'd ask her what she meant, and she'd never be able to tell him, and the moment would
be lost.
          Then she saw her meaning become clear to him, and she almost wept with relief when he
smiled at her and said, “Come with me... please.”
          “Yes!” she cried and she kissed him with a passion she hadn't known she possessed. It felt
almost as if he had proposed marriage, and she knew it was far from that, yet she knew in her heart he
cared for her deeply... that he probably loved her more than any man in her life had ever loved her.
          She kissed him for most of a minute, and when she finally let him go, she looked at him and
saw the look she knew she would find. She whispered to him in a voice choked with emotion, “Yes...”
          “Grazie, beloved,” was his reply, and she smiled as tears welled in her eyes.
          He cradled her head on his shoulder and his hand stroked her long blonde hair. She took a deep
shuddering breath and let it out, the tears she had felt receded in the warmth of his touch as again she
felt safe.
          In spite of her not intending it, as she snuggled close to his side she found she was again having
thoughts of a more earthy nature. She brought her top leg up and put it on top of him about hip height.
This let her sex come into contact with his thigh and put her leg on top of his equipment, or at least the
active portion. Shifting her hips, she she rubbed herself against him and was rewarded with the
sensation of him swelling against her thigh.
          Feeling emboldened by knowing he wanted her to accompany him, she smiled at him and
asked, “This wouldn't happen to be for me, would it?” and she moved her thigh against his growing
erection.
          He looked at her with an amused expression.
          “Someone else is here that I'm not aware of?” Before she could continue teasing him, he told
her, “Of course it's for you. And because of you. Is that what you were wanting to hear?”
          “Just checking,” she said smugly as she wrapped her hand around the top four inches of him
and began tugging gently, enjoying the feeling of him. He was quite comparable to Ryuto in some very
specific ways... perhaps a bit thicker. He was so hard he felt like a hunk of warm iron surrounded by a
layer of pliable skin. The undeniable hardness of him was really a very nice compliment considering it
wasn't long since he'd had a voluminous climax.
          She ran her fingers up the length and teasingly over the head as she pondered, “What to do?...
What to do?...”
          He answered her question in a definitive manner. He rolled back, his hands on her waist as he
pulled her, and she found herself straddling him. Quinn made one small adjustment in angle and he
started to push her down onto his ready member.
          “Wait!” she warned him briefly, then reached down to spread her outer lips and then smiled and
said, “Now,” as she settled down, the female knight willingly impaling herself on his lance.
She didn't quite reach bottom before she was quaking, the sensation of him filling her and
rubbing across her g-spot being more incredible than she had imagined.
          Dawn started moving her hips, and as he gazed up at her, he could think of few sights he could
recall as lovely and sexy as her at this moment.
          How she felt so unbelievably at home with him was a mystery to her, but she felt almost like a
different woman. She had much greater self-confidence around him, and it allowed her a feeling of
freedom she was only beginning to understand.
          Between pants, she found herself admitting to him, “You know last night... after we left the
practice room... and after the king told us... what he wanted... I went to my room... and locked the
door... and I imagined you... like this... and I pleasured myself... several times... before I could... go to
sleep.” Why she told him this she didn't know. Perhaps it was because she wanted to see his reaction
to her behavior.
          Judging by his smile, it seemed to please him greatly.
          “Indeed? I was rather disappointed myself when His Majesty spirited you away.”
          She gave him a wicked look and asked, “Did you need to do something to relax before going to
sleep?”
          He was pleased she had phrased it in such a way that he could answer honestly, “Yes. In fact, it
took a couple of very large orgasms and a very messy bed before I could get any sleep.” He mentally
crossed his fingers and hoped she didn't press him for more details.
          “Good,” she said. “I'm glad I... wasn't alone.”
          He managed to smile and not snort when he replied, “I'm glad I wasn't alone, either.”
          Before she could say something that might force him to admit something which would spoil the
moment, he decided to employ a bit of distraction. He was already aware of her physical state by
staying tied into her nervous system, his hands on her thighs to allow her to control the motion and
speed of their coupling, so he was already prepared for a little “cheating”.
          “Can I show you something? And not have you tell my secret?”
          Her excitement was growing and she was anticipating a very major seismic event in just a
couple of minutes, but she was still quite aware of herself.
          “Don't you trust me?” she wanted to know, not really saying she would or wouldn't.
          “I do, and that's why I'm willing to demonstrate. Surprise!”
          And he triggered about a five-point-oh on her Richter scale.
          She gasped and shook, the suddenness of her climax catching her unsuspecting.
          “And surprise!”
          This time he triggered a six-point-oh. She gave a bigger tremor, her cry increasing, milk
coming from both her breasts as she squeezed them hard, a flood of her juices making things very wet
pelvic-ly speaking.
          “And surprise again!”
          And he leveled her San Francisco.
          Dawn froze, back arched, face a mask of mindless ecstasy, fluids jetting in many directions as
she came harder than ever before. She spasmed then froze again... then gave a third huge spasm... and
then her head drooped and she slowly relaxed onto him, quite unconscious.
          More than half expecting this, he sat up quickly and cradled her against him. He knew of very
few human women who didn't black out for a short time if their orgasm was big enough, and he'd
induced some very big ones in his career, so he was waiting for something of the sort to happen. It was
always interesting to him to note that his female companions who lost consciousness mid-climax
continued to climax even if they were no longer present mentally, their bodies going their merry way
temporarily without a pilot. Her nipples were without doubt as tall and stiff as any he'd ever seen even
with Dawn having stepped out for the moment.
          It took his lovely bed companion about ten seconds to come back to herself, eyes fluttering as
she tried to focus. She was still in the declining stages of orgasm, so even though she was almost limp
she gave a soft gasp and trembled in her core muscles. He continued to hold her and stroke her hair,
waiting for her to recover.
          Finally, she sat straighter and took a deep breath, then asked him shakily, “Did I imagine that, or
did you just make me come without doing anything?”
          He shifted his hips, reminding her they were still coupled, and there was a catch in her
breathing so show she still felt the sexual pleasure being impaled on him brought.
          “I wouldn't say without doing anything?” he countered.
          “Please... no joking. Was it magic?” she asked.
          He gave a kind of non-committal gesture, saying, “It's probably as good a word as any since I
don't do it by...” He flexed his hips more forcefully and she gave a gratifying gasp. “...traditional
means. I simply used my mind to reach out to your mind and...”
          He gave her pleasure center a very mild caress, short of orgasm-causing but enough to make his
point.
          “Mm...” she moaned softly and smiled, knowing now what was causing her unexpected bounty
of pleasure and perfectly willing to enjoy it. “And you can do it even without...” This time she was the
one who shifted her hips.
          “Yes. I can do it so long as my skin touches theirs. But it must be skin,” he pointed out, “not
hair or nails. It must be somewhere there are nerves.”
          She took a deeper breath and lifted herself off him, sitting back on her haunches, moving back
out of range.
          “Not like this?” she wanted to know.
          “Without a touch, I may only gaze at you longingly,” he told her melodramatically, bringing a
small grin of amusement from her.
          “Not even if I want you to?”
          He shook his head, then held out his hand to her, index finger extended. She mirrored his
gesture. He had a very out-of-place image recalling a moment from a movie he'd viewed while
preparing for his “grand tour” involving an alien and a young Earthling, which fortunately didn't have
any overtones such as this.
          Their fingertips touched, and as they did, she felt the sudden surge of pleasure. Being prepared,
she managed to stifle her gasp, but this time it was a climax, though a small one.
          His Talent seemed to fascinate her.
          “Do you need more contact to make it greater?”
          “No. I could have induced an orgasm as big as the one that left you unconscious with just a
fingertip. I simply felt it was... counter-productive for the conversation.”
          “Probably so,” she agreed.
          Then a thought struck her.
          “Did you... with any of the others...?”
          He held up a finger in warning.
          “No telling tales. Remember?”
          “Oh, all right,” she capitulated. “You can't blame me for being curious.”
          He grinned at her and replied, “Then I will tell you that I usually employ me special... ability...
to assist in timing.” After a moment, he amended, “Though I have used it on occasion in self-defense
to avoid having to hurt a woman... or to demonstrate I am more than I appear when that's necessary.”
          She let the idea of using such a talent in self-defense sink in a moment, then asked, “You mean
a woman was trying to hurt you...?”
          “In at least one case I recall, trying to kill me,” he corrected.
          “...trying to kill you, and you... used this on her?”
          He smiled and explained, “I find it much more civilized than a punch in the face, and she, or
rather they, were operating on bad information and thought they were doing a public service.” He went
on to admit, “I hate violence, and do whatever I can to avoid it.”
          Thinking of his sword demonstration from the day before and his quarterstaff exercise this
morning, she had to tell him, “For a man who hates violence, you seem surprisingly... proficient.”
          He nodded in a kind of embarrassment.
          “In my work, it's often necessary, even if I usually try to avoid it. On rare occasions, I feel the
violence is... justified.”
          She looked at him speculatively.
          “And what would justify violence for you?”
          “Fighting to protect those I love. Defending the weak from being victimized by the strong
simply because they are stronger. When there is no other choice.”
          “But not in anger?” As a knight, she knew how hard it was to avoid acting out of emotion
sometimes.
          He looked down a moment, then looked back at her steadily.
          “The last time I acted out of anger, I kicked the slaving bastard in the balls because I caught him
abusing a woman.” His expression was as cold as she'd ever seen, and she could actually feel his anger
as he relived the moment. “I had to control the urge to kill that time. It would have been easy to
simply... shove him overboard.” He had to rephrase the story because he could hardly expect a
medieval woman such as Dawn to understand the concept of shoving someone out an airlock in space.
          “But you didn't.” She said it as certainly as if she had been there.
          “But I didn't,” he confirmed.
          “What did you do to him?”
          “I released him someplace he was unlikely to continue his exploits.” Being released in the
middle of nowhere on the Slaver's Road on Beata without clothes, weapons, or money was virtually a
guarantee that the party would soon know about the life of a slave from the opposite side of the
experience.
          “You didn't put him in prison?”
          He shrugged. “What prison? I didn't have one handy, nor was he likely to be found guilty in
any court that might possibly have jurisdiction. I chose what I felt was the most appropriate
punishment short of castration.”
          He squared his shoulders and told her, “This is not the conversation I intended to get into from
my little demonstration.”
          “I'm sorry,” she told him, realizing that in her desire to get to know more about him she had
forced him to speak of things that he preferred not to relive.
          He shot her a quick smile to show that no harm had been done.
          “All is well, Dawn, my dear,” he assured her.
          “But I've spoiled the mood.”
          “Then I will simply have to do something to regain it. What can I do to make you forget about
this little distraction?”
          She had been thinking for some time about something Rebel had said about how Quinn had
surprised her by his musical talent.
          “Will you... play for me?”
          His expression brightened as if she had just granted him a wish, then he suddenly became
serious as he pondered aloud, “What to play?... what to play?...”
          He stood and moved to his luggage. He lifted one end and (if she could believe her eyes) folded
it back until the case was half its original size, then he unfolded it at ninety-degrees and it was now as
large as before but now it was almost square rather than rectangular. He opened the top and drew forth
a guitar, held it a moment, then shook his head, returned it to where he had removed it and folded it
back to the size of a normal luggage trunk. He opened the top, brought out a small harp and plucked a
quick arpeggio. His expression grew thoughtful, then looked as if he were listening to something far
away.
          “Something... merry,” he said to himself. He needed to perform something that would allow
them to be smiling when he finished rather than the opposite.
          Without even intending, Quinn had assumed his “entertainer” persona as easily as slipping on a
familiar tunic. He settled himself onto the edge of the bed, and as he prepared to play, “accidentally”
settled the foot of his harp on his dick, grimaced, lifted the harp, flipped his dick up onto his leg, set the
harp back down with a look of relief that nothing painful occurred, and commented, “Now I remember
why I don't play while naked.”
          He got the stifled laugh he had been trying to get from Dawn, smiled in return to share in the
joke, and began to play. It was a light-hearted piece from his Renaissance days in Italy originally
intended for lute, but he adapted it to the harp without any difficulty. It was almost reminiscent of a sea
shanty in its flavor, and by the time he was done, Dawn was sitting, beaming at him in approval.
He brought the piece to a close and she said, “You're as talented as she said you were, but she
led me to think your style was... different.”
          Quinn gave her a knowing look and replied, “That's because she wanted to be moved. This
time, I was playing to regain a mood, which it appears I did.”
          “Thank you very much,” she told him, and she leaned forward and kissed him.
          The first kiss was warm and chaste, but the moment she broke the first kiss, she seemed to think
better about it and returned to kiss him with much more passion.
          Wordlessly, he set his harp on the floor out of the way without taking his attention from Dawn
and her highly-enjoyable kiss. This made his hands again available, and he slipped one hand into her
hair and kissed her with even more strength, and Dawn moaned loudly into his mouth, her previous
mood rapidly returning.
          She put her arms around his neck and leaned back onto the bed, towing him with her and
pulling him on top of her all at once. She could feel his hardness against her thigh, so she moaned and
moved a bit to get him shifted, and then he was against her mons and clearly ready for what she
wanted.
          It was, on the whole, a very satisfying morning for both of them.

                                        Episode Six-point-Five

          Dawn had duties that took her elsewhere that afternoon, but Quinn knew she was simply doing
just what the others were doing until his departure time, which was to go about their business as if
everything was normal so Ryuto would not spend all his time distracted and upset by the defection of
so many of his women.
          Yuria popped in on him not much later.
          “Is it my turn now?” she asked him.
          “Your turn for what?” he asked, pretending not to know perfectly well what any succubus
would be asking about.
          “My turn for us to have sex, silly.”
          “Ah.” He sat at the table and gestured for her to sit opposite him.
Rather than sit, she chose to float at eye level of the far side. This let her assume the pose he
had seen both Honeydew and Reina use, looking as if they were leaning on their elbows but actually
just giving the person they were dealing with an unobstructed view of their cleavage and magnificent
top boob.
          “I need your help,” he told her.
          “I'm happy to help,” she told him cheerfully, thinking she knew what kind of help he might
need. She knew Dawn had spent several hours with him this morning. Mortal males often needed
some “help” when they'd recently had sex.
          “You know who has said they will go with me when I leave?”
          She nodded, her smile not slipping.
          “Then you know that both your sisters here have agreed to go?”
          Again the agreeable nod.
          “And that is my problem.”
          She still smiled, but now her expression held a bit of puzzlement mixed in.
          “Why?”
          “Part of my understanding with Ryuto is that only some of his women might leave with me. If
you go with me, too, who will stay to help him? I know several of you ladies can help him, but not the
way you can. Ryuto would not be able to hold his kingdom without some magic to assist him, would
he?”
          She started to answer, then her smile faded away as she realized, “Oh... because Reina and
Honeydew are leaving, too.”
          Now it was Quinn's turn to nod.
          “You see my problem? I would be a false friend indeed if I stole all of Ryuto's magic from him,
and all of his magical ladies, too.”
          “You don't want me to go with you?” She didn't seem upset or even sad, merely as it this hadn't
occurred to her.
          Quinn gently corrected her.
          “No... that's the other part of my problem. I do want you to go with me, but I can't have you
leave with me as well.”
          Who am I kidding? The succubi from here are as randy and fun as virtually any woman I know,
and they're magical adepts, too. What's not to want? he thought.
          She began asking about ways they might get around the problem, such as her going but then
coming back sometimes to make sure Ryuto was alright, or she and her sisters trading turns. It seemed
that Honeydew and Reina had been rather glowing in their reviews of his performance, and now she
was being denied the same chance.
          “So we can't have sex at all?” she finally asked.
          Quinn was about to answer when he had another thought. He'd been assuming that she would
want to go with him if they made love, but perhaps he was selling her short.
          “Would you be willing to stay with Ryuto if we have sex?”
          Her reply made him re-evaluate what he knew of succubi, or at least this particular one.
          “I think that if I can't have sex and go with you, then it would be much better to have sex and
stay here than to not have sex and still stay here.”
          And that logic he couldn't find fault with. Moreover, he owed her for keeping Ryuto distracted
this morning while he spent time with Dawn.
          “So long as you know I can't ask you to go with me, and not that I don't want you to go.”
          “I know,” she agreed.
          For a fraction of a second he thought about being a bum lay so she wouldn't be disappointed
over remaining behind, but he realized that was incredibly arrogant. Who says she'd be disappointed?
Statistics spoke otherwise, but he wasn't without his failures. And being a bad lay was basically lying
to her, saying she wasn't as desirable or worthwhile as her sisters. Of all of them, she deserved his best
effort.
          “Good, because I really didn't want to not make love either.”
          Before she could launch herself at him, he held up a hand to stop her.
          “Just one moment,” he told her, and he went over to the small potted plant on his side table.
Looking back at the delicious female waiting for him, he pinched an entire sprig from the silverleaf and
munched it down. (It wasn't that he needed the boost to his libido... it simply made him produce more
semen faster, and judging from the previous succubi, he was going to need it.)
          When he had swallowed, he walked over to the bed, stood at its edge and said, “Do we have the
same rules as with your sisters? No one dies during sex?”
          She snickered and replied, “Honeydew and Reina would be very mad at me if I did that. It
would be terribly wasteful.”
          He held out his arms to her, and this time, he did let her bowl him off his feet. He landed just as
he intended... on his bed with an armful of cuddly winged minx on top of him.
          Yuria proved as impatient as her sisters, wanting to skip the kissing and move straight on to
paizuri, but Quinn was insistent. She wasn't big on kissing simply because most men weren't big on
kissing, and as a result, Quinn actually furthered her education in this regard. She began with a feeling
of, “Okay, we'll do this so we can move on to better things,” just as most men would, but just five
seconds later she had revised her opinion completely and discovered how the right kind of kiss was just
as erotic and pleasurable as most forms of sex.
          Once he'd coaxed her first orgasm from her, he allowed her impatience to take over and in
seconds she had him ensconced between her breasts, her hands pressing them together around him, her
eyes smiling up at him as she did what she was designed to do.
          He was quick to take an active role and had his hands squeezing her voluptuous chest, pressing
and tugging at her erect nipples, or using her horns to direct her lips to becoming involved in the action.
          Not being above “cheating” in this circumstance, he slid down her nerves and settled in adjacent to her
pleasure center, giving her a nice jolt every minute or so if she didn't have a climax on her own. By her
third orgasm, she was lactating, and by her fifth she ejaculated in spite of neither of them touching her
below the chest.
          Once he had her this ready, he decided to advance the action, so he tied himself into her
pleasure receptors and played on every ache to fan her enjoyment until she had a glorious orgasm
without any direct brain stimulation at all. He felt the double peak of her pleasure, first from her own
climax and almost immediately from the wave of radiant energy she absorbed from him as he came
with her. Being attuned to her nervous system, he shared her fabulous orgasm and filled her slippery,
sucking lips with an explosion of his semen, and she squealed as she came and swallowed as fast as she
could, fluids squirting from breasts and vagina as well as those escaping from the seal of her lips in
spite of her best efforts.
          Quinn knew just how intense it was, so he wasn't the least surprised when he looked at her face
to find her expression one of mindless sexual bliss... wonderfully, absolutely ahegao because it was for
her the best “feeding” of her life.
          Not expecting normal human behavior from him, as soon as she could move again, she shifted
up and straddled his hips, grasping him by the base before his erection could flag.
          Quinn quickly disconnected his own pleasure system from hers but went back to his monitoring
position, so fortunately he wasn't caught by her backlash when she plunged him inside her slick,
grasping pussy and immediately came yet again, her head falling back and her mouth opening so she
could pant out her ecstasy.
          Pausing just a moment to regain control of her muscles, she started to move, fucking him as she
swiveled her hips and rode him, her climax not really leaving but rather swelling to a peak and then
retreating slightly enough to allow her to peak moments later, her face a mask of ahegao pleasure, her
eyes rolled up and almost closed but still leaking tears of joy, her mouth agape, making lascivious
sounds as her tongue protruded slightly and a small bit of saliva escaping from off the tip.
          Quinn realized quickly he didn't need to do anything but let her go her own merry way... Yuria
was quite capable of keeping herself in this state so long as he was hard and radiating any form of
sexual pleasure, which was effortless considering the fine performance being put in by his partner with
her limitless libido and superb erotic skills. All he needed to do was keep a block on his climax reflex
and she was able to keep herself cumming without hardly any effort on his part. Every time she
peaked, he couldn't help but feel the wash of joy she experienced and reflect it back in the form of his
own. Every minute or so she would give an especially profound cry and she would rain milk and
ejaculate around before continuing her quest for perpetual bliss.
          They were the perfect sexual feedback circuit.
          After she had continued in this manner for over ten minutes, Quinn decided to see what would
happen if he actually did something more active. Urging her to lean forward just a bit, she shifted her
posture without even thinking about it, putting half her weight on her hands on the bed above his
shoulders.
          “Perfect,” he whispered, and then he had both her erect nipples trapped in his mouth as he
began to suck greedily.
          True to pattern, her pleasure spiked and somehow settled back to a higher level. Yuria's back
arched and almost pulled her nipples from his lips, but he managed to bring his hands into play quickly
enough to prevent this.
          The addition of his hands squeezing her this way bumped her pleasure yet again, and Quinn
discovered what Yuria's breast milk tasted like. It was quite different from human (yes, he had upon
occasion gotten a sample, usually from one of his wives who had recently given birth, though
spontaneous occasions had happened as well), and rather delightful but in a way that he chose not to try
to analyze at the moment. He simply enjoyed and tucked the data away for future pondering when he
didn't have some lovely nymph demanding his full attention.
          Other than minor changes in position or secondary contact, they continued to fuck in that
manner for over an hour. A human woman would have been chafed and numb by then, wishing things
would just stop, but a succubus was another creature entirely... or at least sexually. They were the
marathon runners of the erotic arts, able to sustain their own pleasure and their partner's far longer than
most would believe possible. Having experienced similar tendencies in the past, Quinn was just
grateful his sub-cutaneous web prevented him from being worn raw.
          Finally, Quinn knew he was once again capable of letting go with the same intense burst of
energy through climax as earlier, and so he again slid into synchronicity with Yuria's pleasure center
and gave her the biggest jolt of the evening.
          The results were just as he had anticipated... wet, wild and very vocal though not verbal. He
had to hold onto her by the hips to prevent her spasms from literally bouncing them in different
directions as she came and shook and loved every single instant of it. If he hadn't, he was rather sure
he'd have left a stain on the ceiling rather than just filling Yuria's sex with his semen and making a mess
of the sheets.
          She collapsed forward onto him, panting and wordless, but her hips still moved instinctively as
her delightful vagina squeezed and continued to try to coax every last iota of his juices from him.
          Deciding to give her the option, he asked, “Are you satisfied, dear one?”
          “Satisfied?” She had recovered remarkably fast, but that was native to her sisters as well. “I
would say I'm very happy, but satisfied means I've had enough of you, and so I don't think I can ever be
satisfied.”
          “So you wish to continue?”
          She brightened and gave a tiny squeal of happiness.
          “Can we?” she wanted to know.
          He nodded, saying, “I believe you deserve my undivided attention.”
          “You don't need to have someone else share your bed tonight?” She asked quite politely, not
possessive or jealous in the slightest.
          “Any such plans will need to wait because I have no intention of giving up a moment of time
with you.”
          She smiled enthusiastically, looking as if he had granted her some amazing gift rather than the
sexual selfishness he was honest enough to admit to himself it actually was. This was the one and
likely only time he would ever share a bed with her, and so he intended to make it memorable for both
of them if possible.
          Knowing that he had been mistaken about her behavior before, he thought to ask, “Do you like
music?” He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, anticipating a trip to his luggage.
          Her answer stopped him before he could stand. “Yes, I like music... but not as much as sex.”
          “The one does not prevent the other,” he pointed out.
          “But it delays it.”
          He smiled and responded, “I simply thought you might like something for your ears to enjoy for
a few minutes.” Clearly, music was more to him than it was to his partner.
          She moved closer on the bed, kneeling and putting one hand on his shoulder, the other going to
his thigh and slowly moving closer to his flaccid member.
          “If you want something for my ears, then why don't you tell me what you would like to do to
me? Talking about sex is the best thing for my ears.”
          “Indeed? You want me to tell you how much I want you?”
          She looked at him and shook her head. Clearly he wasn't getting what she meant.
          He paused a moment, then tried to think using her “map”. For humans, love fell into three
types: agape or spiritual love; filial or brotherly love; and eros or sexual love. Succubi were simpler
creatures emotionally. They were created for a purpose, and so for them, eros was the only kind of love
they knew.
          He leaned closer so she could feel his breath on her neck and in a very soft voice told her,
          “When you must want me to tell you how I love to fuck you...”
          She brightened and nodded enthusiastically.
          He continued.
          “... how I can hardly wait to have my cock all the way up your tight little asshole and fuck you
until your teeth rattle and you come so hard...”
          He hadn't even finished before she was off the bed and kneeling between his thighs. She had
him in her mouth and was sucking his cock madly as if she wanted him to shoot in her lips right then
(which was likely true). He chuckled when she swallowed him down to the root, looked up at him
through her luxurious lashes, very deliberately took his hands in hers and slapped them firmly to her
chest, and then went back to sucking him enthusiastically, her message sent as clearly as she could
manage. While she might have been designed for paizuri, Quinn had to admit she had a fabulous mouth
and some of the best technique he'd ever experienced. It was because of this that he wasn't surprised
when he gave her full breasts a strong squeeze, sinking his fingers deeply into her soft/firm flesh, and
she responded by going ahegao, eyes rolling up, breasts giving forth sprays of milk as she tried to
swallow his cock whole, her lips, tongue, cheeks and throat all working in perfect time to coax an
orgasm from him. She brought up her hands and cradled his balls with one while the other slid under
him to rub the skin over his prostate for a minute. Feeling how he pulsed in her mouth in response, she
knew he could manage more. She removed the hand on his prostate and wrapped it around the base of
his dick until she got some heavy saliva on it, then returned it under him. She used one finger to give
him a small tap, urging him closer to the edge of the bed, and when he complied, she slipped her
middle finger up until she could massage his prostate from the inside. Her other hand continued to
fondle his testicles and use them to urge him as far down as physically possible. To do all this while in
a state of ahegao was a testament to her sexual nature.
          Not wanting to ruin her efforts, Quinn damped down on the nerves of his penis and focused
more on those centering on the area she was massaging with her finger which sent a different set of
signals to his brain.
          She wants to play that way, hmm? Dirty talk and a prostatic orgasm... okay... we can do that.
His fingers kept groping her chest hard, knowing that what would leave a human woman
bruised would only excite her more. He could lift her off the ground by her nipples and she'd only
come harder.
          “You want me to drown you when I come, do you? You love the feeling of my cock all the way
down your throat this way, and you're hoping I feed you so much cum you can't swallow it all. Isn't
that right, my wicked little cock-sucker?”
          She couldn't talk this way but she still managed an emphatic nod in spite of still being ahegao,
but she did pull back until only the top few inches were in her mouth. This let her whimper out, “Mmhmm...
mm-hmm... mm-hmm...” with each bob of her head as her body shook hard. Her rolling
orgasm peaked yet again, making her whimper turn into a rising muffled cry and making her squirt
from nipples and pussy at the same time.
          “Mm-hmmmmmMMMMMMM!”
          “Then here's what you want,” and he let all his neural dampers go and bridged the gap between
their pleasure centers so she'd get a triple dose of climax: his, her own, and the spiritual wave of sexual
energy they loved to feed on.
          She started to cry out even louder, but she suddenly dove in tight and drove him back down her
throat so far she was silenced. She shook harder than ever before and swallowed around him again and
again as a flood of his prostatic fluid blasted down her gullet, and Yuria had the most glorious climax of
her life. (It was a pretty incredible one for him, too.)
          Quinn was impressed by how long her orgasm rolled on because it outlasted his by a good
twenty seconds, and she went through the whole thing without breathing because she still had him fully
down her throat.
          While he would have been very satisfied by this under normal circumstances, Quinn decided to
draw on a bit of his more-than-human capacity, and before her orgasm could completely wane or his
own erection could falter, he pulled himself from her mouth and putting his hands on her hips, lifted
her bodily like a large doll. She was far from resistant to any idea he wanted to act on, so she simply
helped him by maintaining her balance as he lifted her to his mouth and locked his lips over her erect
clit and sucked hard. He pulled her into his lips and buzzed her erect bud with his tongue, her very wet
labia pressed to his chin as he went to work. He held her suspended like that and continued to suck on
her until she had peaked and come hard four more times before he moved onto the next act...
          After a particularly profound climax, she felt him release his lip-lock on her clitoris and lower
her down. For a brief moment, she thought they were done, but then she felt him position her on his
lap, so she opened her dreamy eyes to look at the smiling, smoldering expression on Quinn's face, and
knew immediately something else was in store.
          “Ready, my wicked little fuck-toy?”
          His words thrilled her again. She had never had any man she had known speak like this to her,
and it made things so perfect. It was new, and so it was exciting because there were so few experiences
she hadn't known.
          Then she felt what his next intention was as he lowered her onto his lap. He was still sitting on
the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, and he carefully centered her. The instant she knew what he
was doing, she wrapped her tail around his cock and used it to guide him to her puckered anus. He
lowered her down onto his erection, and he watched the play of sensations run across her face... first a
smile of wicked desire, then her mouth dropped open and her eyes went half lidded as she caught her
breath the moment the head of his cock pushed its way inside her tight little sphincter, and then her
head went back and her back arched, her face again going ahegao as she felt every inch of him fill her
wanton backside.
          “I... ppaiiiiiiiiiii!” she cried, and after a brief moment where her muscles froze, she was
bouncing herself hard on his fleshy pole. He felt her tail as it snaked itself around his scrotum,
squeezing him with just the right constriction to increase his pleasure without strangling his family
jewels.
          Her hands were on his shoulders as she leaned back as far as her arms would allow, and he
realized something which might increase her pleasure even more.
          His arms went behind her, and he wordlessly signaled her to lean back. Knowing it was
impossible for her to fall (her self-levitation would catch her before she went far if she started to), she
let go and let him lower her back until she was laying back on his thighs, her shoulders just off his
knees. It wasn't quite as good as the previous position for her because with so much contact with him,
it made it difficult for her to move more than an inch or two, limiting how much of his incredible cock
she could run up her greedy backside, but perhaps it was better for him, and so she offered no
objection.
          His hands no longer supported her, letting her weight rest almost completely on his thighs, and
then she discovered what his sexy mind had come up with. She felt his hands at her breasts, and he
gave her a couple of good squeezes, quickly making up for the lack of motion she had.
Then his fingers took her by the nipples. He rolled them and tugged at them, and she panted
and moaned as her excitement started to rise like a huge wave.
          And he took a firm grip on the erect rosy confections crowning her impressive breasts... and he
lifted. He didn't just pull... he kept lifting and lifting as first her nipples stretched and a shock of
pleasure raced through them... then he was lifting the full weight of her very ample chest by them, and
she thought she had learned what heaven must be like... and he continued lifting until he was
suspending her vertical torso entirely off his legs, hanging her by her nipples as they cried out in
ecstasy...
          And Yuria came... hard! The climax rolled right past the previous level of any orgasm she'd had
on her own. The only time she had felt more pleasure was the absolutely sublime release she had
shared with Quinn earlier when he had joined her in coming.
          She felt him spread his legs more, and she felt him slide another inch up her grasping rectum.
          Without really thinking, she started to move and discovered she could again slide up and down the full
length of his fabulous rod. The motion only served to put a bit more pressure on her nipples and
asshole at the same time, which was exactly what she wanted.
          Milk jetted freely from both her nipples in spite the incredible pressure he was putting on them,
and ejaculate sprayed from her pussy as she ravaged her ass with his tool, wave upon wave of utter
sexual paradise filling her and making her shake and come.
          Understanding just how durable she was as a succubus, Quinn had no worries about her doing
anything which might damage herself. Still, he couldn't help but keep an eye on her system with a
small part of his attention... a small part only because her amazing anus was demanding the majority of
his concentration. He was needing to clamp down on his orgasm reflex hard in spite of just having
come in a rather spectacular fashion just ten minutes before. It was his intention to make this the
highpoint of her evening, so he wanted it to last as long as she wished.
          It seemed she wished it to go on forever.
          In spite of his superior muscles and efficient system, he had to concentrate and consciously
wash the fatigue acids from the muscles of his hands and arms about every ten minutes to continue to
hold her suspended like this. Still, he simply couldn't bring himself to bring things to a close when
Yuria was so clearly loving this chance to fuck herself out of her mind. Her ass was feeling pain, but
just enough to make her experience more enjoyable. Her nipples were right at the perfect point
between agony and ecstasy. When he looked at her, her eyes were rolled upwards, tears running from
the outside corners, her mouth agape, tongue lolling as a thin drip of saliva trailed from the tip every
thirty seconds or so, milk escaping from her full breasts every time her sexual joy peaked, ejaculate
squirting from her sex as often... the utterly perfect image of a female in the throws of the greatest sex
of her life.
          A human Quinn would have been worried about, but fortunately Yuria only looked partly
human, her “otherness” served as a continual reminder to him that she was intended for sexual excess
far beyond anything humans were capable of, and as such needed outrageous levels of stimulation to
push her near her limits.
          At ninety minutes, Quinn finally figured that too much was enough even for this delightful little
bed bunny and her insatiable ass.
          Knowing she would need some kind of signal to let her know what to expect, he said softly,
          “Okay, my delicious little fuck-toy... here we go.”
          And for the first time since entering her this way, he started to move.
          The impact of his hips meeting with her perfectly cushioned ass seemed one final ingredient,
and she started to peak again, shaking hard, liquids jettisoning in several directions as she cried out
wordlessly, her entire world centered on the amazing experience of Quinn fucking her ass this way.
And then he dropped the blocks he'd been so careful to keep in place.
          The orgasm he'd been holding at bay rose up and hit them both like an explosion of sexual
force, his semen filling her backside and squirting out around the tight seal. The sensation of his warm
cum filling her rectum and the burst of energy he gave off slammed her hard and made her muscles
freeze as she came in a way she'd never imagined.
          And now for the grand finale...
          Quinn reached out to her pleasure nexus and gave it a solid ten-point-oh jolt.
          Having nothing left in the way of fluids, all she could do was shake and tremble in silence as
her system overloaded on pleasure, and Yuria spasmed as wave upon wave of unbelievable climax
rocked her. It took over a minute before she was able to relax enough to slump back against his thighs,
her head dropping back even further as she tried to recover from the experience, her chest rising and
falling as if she had been running a marathon.
          He gathered her up into his arms and withdrew his mostly-limp cock from her backside. She
didn't so much as whimper as she let herself go limp in his embrace. He turned and moved onto the
bed, gently depositing her on her back, then joined her. He carefully moved her wing so he could lie
close to her, then slipped one arm beneath her head and pulled her over so she was partially on her side,
her breasts against his side and her cheek now resting on his shoulder.
          She gave a sigh of contentment, and he discovered that succubi did indeed sleep.
          A couple of hours later, Quinn opened his eyes to find Yuria still cuddled to him, her eyes still
closed, her breathing regular. He re-established his link with her and went to find out what was
happening with her. He discovered she was still asleep, but when he started checking her system to
make sure everything was normal, he found her pleasure center was still active, though not receiving
much input from her body at the moment. The closest he could describe it was as if he were feeling the
residual heat from a stove that had been quite hot but was now holding nothing but banked embers, the
warmth from the metal still radiating in all directions.
          He detected her waking as her mind started to fall into more active cycles, and her eyes fluttered
open to smile at him lazily.
          “Hello,” he told her softly. “I didn't mean to wake you.”
          “I'm happy to be awake.” She took a deeper breath and sighed, relaxing more tightly to him
and closing her eyes once again, saying, “I didn't know it could happen.”
          “And what was that?” he prompted.
          “I didn't know I could be satisfied.” She smiled at him through her lashes and continued, “I've
never felt full before.”
          He knew she was speaking spiritually, not as in food, so he chose not to make the obvious joke,
especially with a lady who might not take the joke as such and think he was dissatisfied somehow.
          “I'm glad I didn't disappoint you.”
          “This is the very first time I haven't wanted more sex.” Then she seemed to realize what she
had said. She sat up and quickly corrected herself. “But if you want more, I'd be very happy to fuck
some more.”
          “No, sweetheart... I'm incredibly satisfied, and very impressed. You are quite wonderful.”
         She seemed content with his response and returned to snuggle onto his shoulder. “I'm glad,
too.”
          And with that, she fell back asleep.
          He looked at her, and he wished that he were able to shape dreams, because he would have
happily given her the most wonderful dreams she could have.
          Instead, he brought as much of her skin into contact with his own and joined her in blissful
slumber.

                                                  

