Chapter 25 - On Conditioning: Chapter 24

On Conditioning
by Volpone

Chapter 24

          It took a few minutes for the audience to settle down enough to continue, but the stagehand orcs needed the time to get the stage cleared since it took much more work to remove the bent and broken pieces left in the wake of Quinn and Nova's match. All of the pieces would need to be rebuilt from scratch, especially the partition since most of it had to be hauled out in bags. When things were finally clean enough to not interfere with the fighters, Oboro finally began introducing the final match of the night.
          Hippolyta and Troisieme stood easily, talking quietly as they discussed their observations about their new opponents. The Taimanin fighters, Aldebaran and Merope, had to be handled quite differently since they couldn't be put at risk. Troisieme couldn't use her doble cero even if she had the opportunity. They needed to incapacitate, not injure, putting themselves at a serious disadvantage.
          The crowd clearly felt they wouldn't have any problem as the odds started at 20-to-1 in the Harukinu team's favor and never looked back, reaching a silly 100-to-1 in less than 4 minutes. As the odds wouldn't be allowed to get any worse, Oboro called a halt to further wagering.
          The Phoenix women were discussing what the nicknames of their opponents might indicate, but figuring the organizers felt the arena fighters were a good match for them, they came to the assumption that one of the two had some kind of magic that would have made the bout against Miryuu and Anubis at least slightly reasonable. Neither of the names Blue God of Death and Demon Arms Taimanin sounded terribly benign, but it was decided that since Trois was simply faster than Hippolyta, (her sonido was basically the Arrancar version of the same flash step Freedom had taught Quinn and which he'd shown to be so vital against Nova just thirty minutes earlier,) Trois would take “the Blue God of Death” (Aldebaran) while Hippolyta would face Merope and her “demon arms”.
          I hope their pseudonyms are just for publicity, Quinn thought, but somehow I doubt it.
          “Fighters ready?” came the inquiry. The Harukinu women moved apart to put themselves opposite their chosen opponent, Hippolyta resting her pole arm easily on her shoulder and Troisieme not even bothering to draw her weapon.
          The dark-haired Aldebaran drew her katana, and as she made a gentle pass or two back and forth, wisps of azure energy swirled in its wake.
          Her teammate, Merope with her long white hair and immodest outfit flexed her arms and rolled her fingers before lacing her hands behind her head. As she did, a dark purple smoke seemed to coalesce at her back and two large armored hands the size of hams materialized out of the smoke, the left one colored white versus the black of the right one. Each menacing fist bore a set of metallic three-eyed skulls set like brass knuckles between the fingers. They appeared to be big enough to be useful in building demolition.
          I'm so tired of being right, Quinn reflected.
          “Begin!”
          The dark Aldebaran took a couple of swings at full speed, the blue energy trailing along much more distinct now, lingering longer before dissipating, but the green-haired Harukinu facing her still waited calmly.
          Unlike her teammate, Merope moved forward quickly to close the distance with Hippolyta since her demon arms appeared to have a shorter reach than her opponent's guan dao.
This made the second pair come into contact first. Merope made several feints with her demon hands, but Hippolyta didn't react enough to give the woman facing her the opportunity she'd hoped to create, so Merope stepped closer and her left hand came up, the demon hand mirroring it coming up to block as she swung her right fist underhanded to try for a body blow.
          Hippolyta saw what was up and stepped back so she could alter the swing of her blade to avoid the blocking left and intercept the right hand.
          There was a loud clang as the jewel steel blade met armored demon hand and a bright flash accompanied the sound. Whatever forces were at work, it appeared they were at least somewhat comparable, making it a fairer fight.
          But while the blade was able to prevent the low-line attack, this freed up the left fist which swung down and caught Hippolyta a glancing blow. The Harukinu avoided most of the impact by rolling with the direction of the strike, tumbling into a somersault and coming out with a spin just in time to block both descending fists with Seryutō.
          Merope seemed to hope her demon fists had greater strength than her opponent so she bore down with both.
          Hippolyta resisted several seconds until her muscles began to shake, then she shifted forwards just enough to let both go right over her as she spun in low, putting her inside the guard of the Taimanin. The back edge of Seryutō hooked the edge of Merope's overlapping short skirt as Hippolyta tumbled past and before the Taimanin could react, she found her skirt and most of the bikini briefs dangling at her right knee, sliced cleanly away from her body by the back hook of the guan dao.
          This gave the audience a reason to cheer as they got a splendid view of Merope's shapely derriere, but the Taimanin didn't stand around to be admired. She gestured and a flash exploded near their feet, a heavy cloud of purple smoke enveloping her and making her invisible before they could enjoy the view for long.
          Ten meters away, Aldebaran had taken the fight to her foe and forced the pretty Arrancar to draw her blade to protect herself from the heavy blow from the Blue God of Death's charged katana. The fact that Troisieme's sword had barely moved when she'd struck told Aldebaran that her opponent was far stronger than she appeared. Her sword was able to sheer through many weapons, but it was clear her opponent's sword had some form of enchantment strengthening it.
          Pushing against her opponent's sword, Aldebaran shifted her weight higher and let her blade slide over the zanpacutō.
          The instant it did, Troisieme appeared to vanish, rematerializing some six meters to her right, and as she stood, her uniform parted at the left shoulder. With the backless nature of her green-and-blacks, this caused the stretch of her outfit to pull the fabric to her right side, exposing her full left breast and symbolically evening the score between the teams.
          Quinn realized how close that meant the Taimanin's blade had come to Troisieme's shoulder and he hoped that the Arrancar didn't overestimate her own ability to stay whole.
          A brief smile tugging at Aldebaran's lips, she raised her katana and squared herself up to the new position of her target.
          But before she had her blade down to an en garde position, Trois vanished again, but this time it was accompanied by a meaty thud, and the next thing they knew, Trois was standing where Aldebaran had been just a second before with most of the stretchy blue fabric of the Taimanin's outfit in her right hand, the opponent formerly wearing it now tumbling backwards until she could stop her roll clothed immodestly in nothing but sleeves and leotard leggings.
          Aldebaran stopped herself short of the edge of the stage, and Quinn was impressed she hadn't lost her grip on her sword as she'd tumbled back. She rose and brought her katana into line with her opponent to avoid the possibility of a similar attack since such a direct rush would impale her opponent on her sword like a bird on a spit.
          This also let the audience express its approval as now three of the four women on stage had wardrobe malfunctions that were quite entertaining, both chests of the one pairing being more than adequate reason to cheer.
          Back with the other pairing, since Merope had used her ninja smoke to avoid another attack like Hippolyta's last, it shocked most of the onlookers as the Harukinu remained quite low, almost on all fours, then suddenly circled  the bank of smoke to the left before she dove into the thick haze in pursuit of her foe.
          Almost instantly, there were several clashes of metal accompanied by flashes which illuminated the purple smoke from within, giving the impression of lightning flashes in a dark cloud bank.
          Troisieme saw what her teammate had done from the corner of her eye and came up with a new strategy. The green-haired zanni used her sonido again, this time appearing near the corner of the dais opposite the slowly dissipating smoke cloud. She allowed her opponent time to react and square herself up once again.
          The sounds from inside the cloud cut off, but Aldebaran didn't let that pull her attention. She knew that with the speed of the woman facing her, she couldn't afford to let herself be distracted, the ache from her breastbone where the Arrancar had struck with the heel of her hand during her unarmed strike reminding her of the cost of underestimating a foe. Aldebaran was also quite grateful the woman had not had her sword in that hand or she would now be gasping out her life's blood on the canvas.
           Recalling how unnaturally fast her opponent was, the dark-haired Taimanin took another step backwards to give herself even a tiny fraction of reaction time against her enemy.
          As she moved nearer the purple cloud hiding the other pair of competitors, Aldebaran felt the cold metal edge of a weapon touch her between the shoulder blades. She flinched but didn't move, knowing that the opponent she hadn't been paying attention to now had her at her mercy.
          The purple smoke had become more a haze now, and the crowd could make out the shape of Hippolyta standing, her left elbow around a virtually naked Merope's throat, the white-haired woman holding onto the arm supporting her to stop it from cutting off her air entirely. The Harukinu woman held her weapon in her right hand, extended forward with the back portion of the pole held in her armpit for support and the keen edge against the bare back of Aldebaran.
          Troisieme gave a nod as if saying, “That's how I planned it,” and moved forward easily so she could remove the sword from her opponent's grip.
          Hippolyta leaned to the side to get a glimpse of what Aldebaran looked like in her present state (she'd certainly looked attractive when she'd been wearing her skin-tight shinobi suit), then looked down at Merope as if trying to decide which of their opponents were the more desirable.
          Honestly, with the exception of coloring, the two Taimanins were amazingly similarly. Both had long straight hair, one platinum blonde and the other dark blue. Both were fit and remarkably busty, looking almost twins in their chest development with the notable addition of a pair of gold heart-shaped loops piercing Merope's prominent nipples.
          Reaching down, Hippolyta hooked a finger into the hoop decorating the blonde's right pap and gave a pull, Merope immediately giving a loud whimper as she tried to shrink away but her nipple drew up tight in excitement.
          Hippolyta gave a nod and said, “I'll keep this one.”

          What happened next was unexpected, to say the least. The audience was anticipating a typical showing of the victors demonstrating their absolute control of their vanquished opponents in some sexual manner.
          No one expected one of the Harukinu women to suddenly transform into a very different creature. One moment all was normal, then a mischievous expression came over the normally stoic face of the green-haired Harukinu warrior. She held out her sword and declared “Gamuza!”, suddenly transforming into what appeared to be a centaur whose human part was Troisieme. The sudden change even took most of her teammates by surprise since she seldom performed her transformation even around her Phoenix confidants. Only Quinn had witnessed her “resurrección” form and even then only under highly demanding combat. (He'd thought that if Anubis hadn't caused her to call on her enhanced form, she had no reason to call on it now. Clearly, he was mistaken.)
          Both Taimanin took one look at the animal form of their captor and the color drained from their faces, images of massive equine genitalia the size of entire limbs taking control of their imaginations. 
          As a result, both did something completely uncharacteristic for Taimanin.
          They fainted.
          Lyta (Quinn's pet name for Hippolyta and pronounced “LEE-tah”) looked at her teammate in frustration. Clearly the dark-haired Harukinu wasn't so shocked by Trois' transformation as much as massively disappointed that her plaything was not going to be any fun while she was unconscious. With a shrug, Troisieme reverted to her human form, stepped over to “her” plaything and lifted her into a fireman's carry.
          Without waiting for Oboro's announcement, the Arrancar called to the audience, “We claim the Taimanin fighters, Aldebaran and Merope, as members of Team Harukinu by right of conquest.”
          This brought mixed reactions from the crowd. Most were confused as to why the Harukinu women weren't going to just play with their victims in spite of their unconscious state. Others were clearly disappointed that whatever was going to happen seemed intended for private. Some of the more crass complained loudly over how they weren't going to get to see the ninja's ruined by a huge horse dick.
          Uncharacteristically, Quinn gave a snort to express his not believing the seemingly limitless perverted idiocy of the crowd.
          When Solstice gave him a look of puzzlement, he jerked his chin in the direction of their teammates as they carried their newest rescues to the team box.
          “The Taimanin I can understand not thinking clearly, but these idiots... What do they think they're screaming over?” he asked, summing up his opinion of the onlookers.
          The redheaded still didn't get what he was referring to.
          He gestured to Troisieme and said what should have been blatantly obvious to everyone present.
          “A: she's an ibex, not a horse. B: she's a mare.”

******

          Hippolyta stretched as her shuddering subsided and smiled dreamily.
          “Okay. I admit Troisieme was right. This is more fun.”
          She gave another shudder as soft lips again kissed at her labia, and with a slight gasp emphasized, “Way more fun.”
          Merope smiled up from between Hippolyta's spread thighs.
          “A lot more fun than what I was expecting,” the Taimanin agreed with a smug smile as she licked her lips to clean the last of her new teammate's juices from her face.
          The pretty platinum blonde's body gave a shake and she gasped, bit her lip, and let out a pitiful whimper from the sensation of Quinn's hips meeting her ass with a fleshy slap as he fucked her. She repeated her whine each time his forceful impact shook her frame, clearly reaching for a wonderful orgasm of her own now that she wasn't needing to concentrate on Hippolyta.
          Just because she'd enjoyed a lovely orgasm at the talented lips of the woman she'd beaten in the arena earlier didn't mean Hippolyta was close to being finished. She was a highly physical young woman and loved sex, needing much more before becoming sexually satisfied. Hippolyta'd been devoted mainly to the female sex since that was her natural inclination, but since joining Phoenix with her girlfriend, she'd discovered the advantages of having an open mind (among other things).
          Then again, Merope was just as cuddlesome as her usual girlfriend Iolanthe and so damned cute when she whimpered like that...
          Deciding suddenly, Hippolyta shifted end-for-end and was immediately kissing the blonde enthusiastically. She had to admit that it was almost as fun to kiss a woman who was having a really intense orgasm as it was to have the orgasm yourself.
          Almost.
          As she felt Hippolyta's lips kiss her strongly, Merope's climax kicked up another level and Quinn felt her snug snatch tighten around him as she clamped down either intentionally or instinctively.
          Not particularly caring why but rather simply enjoying the sensation of Merope's slippery sex trying to milk his cum from him, Quinn decided to give the former Taimanin a little “cheat”. He'd been enjoying her pussy for over five minutes, and it was clear the pale-tressed shinobi-adept would be happy to keep going this way until she was exhausted. (It had been some weeks since she'd last had sex... real sex and not just her captors conditioning intended to keep her sensitized and frustrated, so she felt she was making up for lost time by getting well and thoroughly fucked by the cooperative Harlequin.) Quinn also knew this was not the end of his evening by far, so he felt justified in using his Talent to hurry Merope along in her enjoyment.
          His awareness slid along the nerves carrying her pleasure stimulus until he was just outside her strongly-pulsing pleasure center which was fully active already, and mentally he selected the group of synapses carrying the majority of her sexual signals, giving them a jolt.
          Hippolyta knew Quinn well enough (i.e. fucked him plenty of times) to know he'd be trying to get Merope to really peak heavily any time now, so she decided to give him a bit of aid. As she kissed the soft lips of the Taimanin, her graceful fingers came up and slipped through the thin gold heart-shaped rings piercing the platinum blonde's very erect nipples, gave them a nice firm pull and a little twist.
          Just as Quinn and Lyta had been hoping, the beautiful Merope cried out into Hippolyta's mouth, bucked and came hard, her Skene's cutting loose whether she wanted or not. (Merope was one of those “reluctant” ejaculators, a bit embarrassed when she did as she had that incorrect assumption that it wasn't “sexy”, just messy.)
          Quinn gave her a couple of good, firm thrusts to keep her pleasure peaking steadily, then held still to let her begin to calm down. There was more to come, so he could hold off finishing for a little longer. He held the desirable Merope by the hips, his cock deep within her and he simply enjoyed her reactions as she rode the wave of her orgasm through its cycle.
          When it had passed, the pale blonde panted heavily and dropped her head and front half down to the mattress beneath them, clearly spent for the moment since she stopped pushing back at the man driving her amazing orgasm higher with his stiff cock.
          Quinn gave Hippolyta a wicked grin and conspiratorial wink. After what she'd experienced, Merope should feel much more at ease around the relaxed society she was now part of. It was almost as if a night with Quinn had turned into some kind of rite of initiation for most of their new recruits even though almost as many established Phoenix members had shared his bed since coming to this time-line.
          Leaning down, the dark-haired zanni stroked Merope's face affectionately, bringing her face down so she could see the Taimanin's, smiling and asking, “Hey... are you okay?”
          Still not having control of her voice, their new member gave a tired but happy chuckle and gave a reassuring nod but stayed where she was, not wanting to move for a few moments more. After what she'd just experienced, she needed it.
          “So... now that Merope's happy...” Hippolyta let her question trail off suggestively, letting him fill in the blank.
          Oh. She's feeling that way, eh? As if she needs to ask.
          They had enough history for him to know exactly what Hippolyta was hinting at. She knew what worked for her, and Quinn had been the one to introduce her to it in the first place, so it was no mystery why she usually went back to the particular scenario when he was involved, even if it did make her “predictable”.
          Quinn smiled and grabbed a quick but passionate kiss from each of the ladies sharing his bed before changing positions. He went so far as to slide his hand over Hippolyta's exquisite breast and playfully tweak her pronounced nipple until he made her shudder before shifting onto his back.
          Hippolyta had been apprehensive the first time Quinn had introduced the idea to her and Iolanthe during their recruiting, but she'd discovered that while it had always sounded both silly and needlessly painful, she had to admit Quinn had changed her attitudes in regards to the topic. She'd gone from an adamant skeptic to an eager initiator, and her actions proved it.
          Happy at his willing cooperation, she turned to snag the tube she knew would be on the nightstand. She squeezed out a heavy dollop of the pale gel it contained and then took excessive pleasure in applying it to Quinn's still-erect rod.
          “Ooooohhhh!” she cooed as her fingers applied a nice layer of the slippery lube. “You're always so fun, Quinn-kun.”
          Turning to Merope, she said, “You may be exhausted, but I'm not, so how'd you like to fill in for my regular girlfriend while I show you something Quinn has a... unique talent for?”
          Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, the recovering Merope rolled over to give her new teammate a bit more room to observe what was happening.
          The lovely, dark-haired martial arts goddess cleaned her slick hand on a convenient towel and got herself into position over Quinn, her back to him, and she gave her head a shake to let her incredible hair flip across his chest and torso. Quinn was a known hair slut, with more than one wily female around Phoenix learning one way of virtually guaranteeing Quinn's company for the night was to ask him to help shampoo their long hair.
          Getting a happy chuckle from her male bedmate, Lyta started to lower herself onto him. Quinn slowed her down so he could get himself aimed before giving her a silent pat on her shapely ass, signaling for her to continue so she could take his stiff cock into her snug, sensitive anus. 
          Hippolyta gave a little pleased gasp as the flaring head stretched her open enough to push its way inside, then she blew out a breath as she lowered herself down further and further until he was better than half-way up her rear entrance. She balanced herself on one hand and both feet in a tripod stance so she could reach for Merope with her free hand and guide the curious newcomer back to what she'd been doing before Quinn had distracted the blonde with such an incredible orgasm.
          The new recruit looked at Hippolyta and was again astonished by her appearance. Here she was in a terribly awkward position and yet she was still gorgeous. Her face... her hair... her breasts (!) and how they refused to sag out to the sides as they rightfully should... her fantastically female belly that was still lean without being muscular looking... her athletic legs... even her pussy was cute, and that was saying something considering the sexual organs were undoubtedly the least aesthetic part of the body.
          The former Taimanin was again grateful that she'd had the good luck to be beaten by such a fantastic woman, and Merope was happily straight, or rather had been until now. She knew that part of it was that Hippolyta was ecstatically bisexual and was the first female Merope had seriously looked at in a sexual manner. She'd been in a couple of three-ways with females involved but those had been largely at the instigation of some man she was interested in but turned out to be involved, so the woman came as part of a package deal.
          This was most definitely not the case with Hippolyta. If she'd been forced to choose between her and Quinn as to whom she would prefer to take to bed, Merope would have been unable to pick.  Quinn was compelling and confident and soooooo good in bed, but Hippolyta made her sorry she wasn't more emotionally attracted to women. Maybe if they spent enough time together she might decide being sexually fluid was preferable as well.
          But at this particular moment...
          “Mm... I can do that,” Merope admitted with a coy smile, moistening her lips unnecessarily but knowing fully well how sexy she looked doing it, and she allowed Hippolyta to lead her to the promised land. Smiling up at the woman who had beaten her in the arena just a short time ago, the shinobi-adept pursed her lips to give Hippolyta's partially-hidden clitoris a gentle smooch before leaning in and drawing her tongue up between her wet labia, her hands cradling Lyta's outstanding ass and her elbows on the bed to give her new playmate support and hold her in position to make her easier to munch.
          Hippolyta gave a small gasp as Merope kissed her sensitive button, and her fingers curled into the woman's long, pale hair to keep her going. She also enjoyed the feeling of her female hands on her derriere from both sensual and practical points-of-view.
          Knowing that was his cue, Quinn started to raise his hips slowly, pushing his shaft deeper into Hippolyta's tightness until he was against her firm round ass before easing back until he was again resting on the mattress. All through his stroke, Hippolyta held remarkably still (partly because of Merope's support), not moving to meet Quinn's thrust as would have been natural but staying largely still to give Merope plenty of help in targeting the spots Hippolyta wanted her new paramour to tend to.
          Since everything seemed to be in place, Quinn helped brace the amazing creature suspended above him with his hands on her waist, his elbows firmly on the bed to give her support, then went back to moving his hips, sliding himself up into the incredible derriere Hippolyta was offering him.
          “Hmmmm,” she moaned, her voice holding a kind of wordless question if she were in intense discomfort or tremendous pleasure because that was exactly true, but she knew where this trip was heading from the moment she suggested it and so wasn't the least surprised.
          The feeling of Merope's warm, soft tongue and lips against her sex, contrasted by Quinn's cock pushing her to the edge of pain by stretching her ass like this... it was like a kind of sexual electric circuit, the contrast so intense yet both feelings coming from such close proximity... it was unbelievable.
          Merope was enjoying learning all sorts of fun things. Oh, this wasn't the first time she'd eaten pussy. No female who enjoyed being pierced by golden heart-shaped nipple rings was any stranger to sex, but it was the first time she'd eaten a girlfriend happily because she wanted to, not because it was expected. And Hippolyta was so responsive! So uninhibited! She knew what she wanted and wasn't ashamed to ask for it, and Merope only hoped she could get to such a place in her life. Merope would never have suggested something like this with herself in the central role yet, but there was no doubt that she wanted to try it (some day when she was a little braver), hopefully with the same cast, simply trading spots with the more veteran Lyta.
          By now, Hippolyta was being much more vocal as both her partners did their part. She was giving rising whimpers that were telling of her swelling excitement, and from the sound of it, it wouldn't be long before she was ready to come.
          But Quinn knew something else about the martial arts goddess he was sodomizing. In addition to enjoying anal sex greatly, she also had some of the most responsive nipples he'd encountered. With Merope supporting Lyta's ass, it meant his hands weren't as essential where they were, so he let go of her waist and reached around her so he could locate her erect, rosy points instead. Teasing them a time of two, he trapped them between each thumb and forefinger and stretched them up.
          Lyta gave an shuddering moan, her pleasure nearing its limit as she lifted her chest higher. It wasn't an attempt to relieve the tension he was putting on her but actually encouragement, saying “here they are... go ahead and use them... tweak them... abuse them...”
          Giving in to his “infantile bias”, Quinn began playing with two of his favorite toys, and soon he had her mewing in pleasure and pain as he stretched and pinched them right up to the edge of her tolerance. Lyta had incredible breasts... not the biggest, but more than adequate in all respects. That she enjoyed them feeling slightly abused was just a bonus. (A couple of times when she'd shared Quinn's bed without the company of a female playmate, she'd bordered on the masochistic, so he knew how far he could push her. He'd only gotten her to use her “safe word” once in all the time they'd been lovers.) Knowing this, he stepped up the pressure, lifting until he was stretching her out of shape, her tits cone-shaped instead of the lovely hemispheres they normally resembled.
          Lyta gave a whimper that told volumes in reply to everything happening to her, and Quinn gave a smug chuckle as he felt moisture gathering on her nipples, telling him she was lactating just as he knew she would under the right circumstances.
          Quinn could feel how Lyta's ass was pulsing, contracting rhythmically around him as the sexual pressure in her grew, and he began keeping tabs on her pleasure center, smiling easily at what he found.  She was ready to go, all right. She was right up to the brink of a really earthshaking climax, but she was holding out to make it better.
          A slight twist with his fingers and she couldn't hold out any longer. Lyta keened out as her legs and body shook, trembling all over as her orgasm took control.
          About the same time, Quinn changed tempos, his thrust now shaking the lovely Lyta with each impact, making her cry much louder as her body spasmed and Merope was surprised when she was suddenly caught in the face by a blast of Lyta's ejaculate.
          The blonde heard Quinn give a pleased chuckle, giving the former Taimanin a brief WTF? moment.
          But then his warm voice said, “There's my sweetheart,” and Merope realized Quinn's laugh had been in encouragement of Lyta's excellent climax, not in Merope getting sprayed.
          Almost embarrassed, she realized, Sometimes it's not about you.
          Then she gave an answering laugh and went right back to doing her best to make Hippolyta crazy, and was pleased when she felt Quinn's leg quite intentionally rub along her upper arm where they were in contact, letting her know that he was aware of what had just happened and that he appreciated her not taking offense.
          Thinking that Quinn was clearly the one pulling Lyta's sexual strings, Merope decided to up her bid for Lyta's attention. She drew her tongue up until she flicked across the erect nubbin standing proud at the top of her trip, then trapped it between her lips and sucked hard, her tongue flicking it more emphatically than before.
          Hippolyta gave a shrill cry as her ass clamped down and she arched up, her climax soaring to a whole new level as she squirted far harder than last time, this time catching Merope's chin rather than full in the face.
          Quinn realized this was going to be Lyta's big moment even though he'd been ready to keep going for as long as the fabulous anal princess riding his cock had been able to continue. He loved how orgasmic she was and would happily see that she got every bit of pleasure she could squeeze out of it, but Merope had touched off a far bigger explosion than he'd anticipated. It often took Lyta six or more squirting climaxes before she hit a peak big enough to finish her off for the night, but that wasn't the case here.
          His hands grabbed at her amazing breasts and gave a cruel squeeze as he lifted, and as he did, he removed the block on his orgasm. It took less than two seconds before he felt his equipment tighten dramatically, and then he was blasting Lyta's snug ass with his cum.
          Lyta's cry cut off as her head dropped back, her body shaking hard before she convulsed strongly, then dropped like she'd was a puppet with its strings cut, unable to support herself a moment longer.
          Her weight dropping onto him didn't bother Quinn as Lyta was in excellent shape and so wasn't very heavy, but mostly because he was enjoying an excellent orgasm of his own and her falling back onto him just drove his cock deeper up her tailpipe. He stopped milking her breasts and shifted his grip so his arms were around her more, his hands caressing her wonderful globes in support more than crushing them as before. He kept flexing his hips in time to the contraction of his prostate, driving just a centimeter deeper each time he shot more semen inside her, and she responded by quivering each time and giving a weak trembling moan in response as she did.
          Lyta's shaking kept up for a good minute, and as she finally started to move with purpose, a smiling Merope knelt at the side of her dark-haired teammate, touched her face and asked, “Hey, are you okay?” exactly as Lyta had done with her less than thirty minutes before.
          As if this was some kind of cue, there was a rap at the door and Troisieme stuck her head inside, a slightly self-conscious Aldebaran behind her.
          “About time for the second team to take over?” the former Espada asked.
          Looking at Hippolyta, Quinn told them, “Give us another five minutes, okay?”

