Cephalon's Champion Ch. 03

My fingers probed at her entrance, exploratory touches that let me feel some of her internal muscles working overtime under her downy skin. Clenching with rhythmic strength a generous airflow began flowing into and out of her nethers, as if from a worked bellows. My fingers caught for a moment, forming a small seal, her desperate tunnel trying to suction them inside. Pulling them away made an obnoxious popping sound.

Expecting embarrassment at the odd and lewd sound, I was instead greeted by nothing but wanton desire in Vespal's expression. Almost timid, I brought my fingers back to her hole. Caught in the wrong part of the cycle, air streamed out around my fingers with a squeak, before the flow reversed and she was able to finally capture my wayward digits, drawing them inside her body where she felt they belonged. Her body shivered under the sensation of fullness that came from being penetrated. Labia lips swelled, trying to trap me inside, hoping to cut off every avenue of escape. My fingers had no intention of leaving their soft moist jail cell, twiddling her sensitive pussy for a moment before starting to stroke in earnest. My fingers teased her insides, honing in on the bundles of nerves that were littered amongst her wet folds like little treasures for me to find. I used her reactions to hone in on the spots that produced the sweetest responses. She produced a low buzzing from deep in her throat to express her enjoyment, a subtle song that teased my senses and made me smile.

My attention briefly strayed from the woman in my arms, flashing to the various entities watching the exchange with differing reactions.

Ata watched with a pleased expression, her gemstones slowly pulsing a deepening lavender color, soaking in the atmosphere of lust with a slutty eagerness.

Freya was obviously trying to keep a professional appearance, her desire to make me proud only slightly greater than her open appreciation of the sexual acts occurring before her eyes. Her own scent of arousal drifted amongst the cacophony, but I could taste it on my senses, familiar and beloved as it was to me.

Venonay was a little more subtle, an encouraging buzz on my arm showing her appreciation, but half her awareness was focused on the spears of the guardians, hidden ideas and wants sliding half formed just under the surface of her mind.

Said guardians were interesting in their reactions, I'd expected them to remain steadfast and unwavering, much like that of the iconic guards in England. It appeared that my understanding of the connection shared in a Lathen hive wasn't exactly comprehensive. The two formidable looking women had been reduced to quivering wrecks of sexual release. Their pungent release dripped from between their legs to pool in viscous, honey like puddles on the floor between their knees. The black lances and golden shields tented above the exhausted women, held in weak hands that looked grateful for the pause in my sexual domination of their queen.

Said queen drew my head back into another blistering, ravenous kiss, my long tongue gripped by a pair of soft nubby pincers that protruded from the cheeks of her elastic mouth.

Tilting my head towards her seemingly broken guardians I asked Vespal a question. "Are they okay?"

"We are fine. Why do you stop? We were so close to something wonderful, and yet..." Defiance glittered unexpectedly in her black eyes. "Ahhhh. You must not be enough to finish the job. Maybe we should seek elsewhere for a place of safety?" Her cheekiness was clumsy and unpracticed, Vespal obviously more used to a position of strength when it came to sexual engagements and now that she'd had a taste of liberating submission she wanted more.

Logically, I knew what she was trying to do, and there was a part of me that wanted to be contrary to not rise to her simple, childish challenge. Which was unfortunate because my body and mind puffed up anyway, outraged by her words.

How dare she?! I'll show her what I'm capable of!

Ata winced in sympathy at the surge of possessive energy that swam through my veins. My tails roughly wove their way across all four of her arms, one to each side, restraining them in fleshy handcuffs and drawing them above her head, stretching her out, making her vulnerable.

Somehow my body knew instinctively that Vespal was not like Freya had been, she didn't want or need a comfortable love making session.

No.

What this regal idiosyncratic woman needs is a good, hard, animalistic fucking. A systematic domination, of her mind, her senses, and her sex.

My fangs flashed, a bright white that contrasted wonderfully with her darker skin as I nipped at her bottom lip. I pushed her further over, her thorax quivering as I forced her to bend backwards.

So delicious and vulnerable and mine.

Utilizing my constantly astonishing muscles, I easily maneuvered her onto her back, following her to the floor, my hand still planted firmly inside of her. My crimson skin pushed up sensually against hers, her expanded breasts molding against mine. I caressed her black locks away from her eyes with my own. It was important to me that she watched as I devoured her essence body and soul. Gasping she moaned, the sound sweet against my ears. My horns touched her forehead as I brought my head as close to hers as possible.

My conscience fought against the idea that she was unwilling. My senses told me that she was wanton, practically delirious with desire, her pussy dripping with her need for my flesh, my touch. My possession. Still that niggling doubt worked its way through my psyche and I sought Ata's opinion from where her core resided deep in my soul.

"Trust. Your desires are sacred to us. She accepts them, and you, willingly. Follow your instincts."

Love you.

She blew me an ethereal kiss that lingered on my lips. My worries faded away as I focused back to the matter at hand.

If she thinks my fingers are talented just wait until I introduce her to the true star of the show.

Licking my lips, I trailed kisses down her breasts, my hand paving the way, heralding the coming of what I considered my strongest sexual muscle. Her pussy sucked at me, winking with want and oozing lubrication by the spoonful around my fingers. Squelching, my fingers pulled free with a wet pop. Taking a moment, I pulled my slicked hand to my mouth and tasted her flavor, closing my eyes to focus all my senses on the taste as well as teasing Vespal with the cessation of sensations.

Caramel... Yum.

Licking my lips, I smiled at the bee girl sprawled beneath me. Abandoning my teasing, I slickered my tongue into her pussy, letting her unusual genitalia pull me in deep. Wriggling, we both delighted in the pleasure I forced from her sex. The buzzing in her throat grew in volume as she approached a seismic level release, her wings joining in the action as her pussy held me tight, gently massaging my fingers for a release that would never come.

Something's missing though, I can tell her top is gonna blow but it's not... enough.

Despite my feeling of dissatisfaction, her climax was approaching like a freight train, and I wasn't cruel enough to leave her hanging on the edge. My tails twisted on her hands and I recalled my experience with Freya, providing a spark of inspiration I could use to light Vespal's proverbial powder keg, regardless of how much of the experience she could shunt off into the hive mind.

An almost cruel smile teased my lips as I sent a short message to Ata, which sent a matching grin to her lips as she hurried over.

"Do you regret your hasty words spoken foolishly to my mistress? Maybe if you beg for forgiveness she might let you off nicely? You'll still pay but maybe you can lessen your sentence with some well placed groveling." It was a heady drug having Ata whisper my words so faithfully into Vespals ear.

The Lathen's head lolled, and she fought to think beyond the bliss overwhelming her senses, managing a small but determined voice, spoken hastily between gasping lungfuls of air.

"I will never regret those words, for they brought us both to the hear and now. To this moment." I thought she was done talking when she whispered a final plea. "Please."

Awww. That was sweet. Won't stop me from punishing her with pleasure.

My tails pushed forward sinking unerringly into her veins, quickly pumping concentrated euphoria into her veins. An orgasm was drawn forth from her body with such inevitable intensity that she was rendered mute. Her body trembled through a wordless scream as her pussy drew tight around my tongue, securing my face flush against her sex. Her tiny bugs actually fell to the sky at the same time her more intimidating, weapon wielding retinue, screamed out a high pitch buzzing sound of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain before falling bonelessly onto the floor senseless. I watched them for a moment but they remained still, coma like.

Maybe I overdid it a bit.

Vespal trembled like a woman possess for a moment before her strength fled her much like her guardians, only managing to hold onto her consciousness by a single tremulous thread.

Her hand moved like a ninety year old woman with severe arthritis, tiny tremors running through her exhausted muscles. It poked at some of the chitinous armour at her hip, pulling ineffectively at the edges. Their were three black spade shaped panels decorating each of her hip. She kept at it for a minute or two. I watched, curious about what she was doing while Ata shifted around me and cuddled up against my back.

"Thank you for the feast," my golem sister whispered into my ear.

My grin matched her own. "Thanks for the assist. That was pretty hot, wasn't it?" Just the memory of it was enough to reheat my partially cooled but unquenched loins.

"Scorching," she agreed as we laid there and observed Vespal's struggles.

Success was not going to be denied to the bee girl as the panel popped free, the vacuum seal of shaped flesh giving way to reveal a fleshy hexagonal chamber that contained a transparent spun sugar orb that encapsulated a pure golden liquid. Imagine a gold bar, but with mercury's consistency and you'd be in the right ballpark. The orb was about the size of an egg and Vespal popped it into her mouth, crunching through the candied glass with relish, releasing the bounty of what I assumed to be her honey to flow down her throat. She shivered with pleasure as her body flooded with vitality, no longer a disheveled wreck. She smiled at me warmly as she regained her confidence and sexuality.

"We... We do not have words to express the joy we possess at our near flawless compatibility. We are confused by your mask of companionship but will not question your will. We have tasted your power and find it more than sufficient." She shuddered and stopped talking as the fluid continued working to restore her energy.

I frowned at that.

Are the other divines such assholes that no one can stand to be around them? I can't imagine trying to go through this without my friends and family.

"You are somewhat unusual in your friendliness, sister. My previous sister was much the same, valuing true friendship before cold respect of position."

Sounds like a swell gal, I will definitely be continuing that tradition. We just need to make sure that the Lathens are onboard with that plan before they set up here long term. I won't have them kowtowing, making me feel uncomfortable in my own home.

Sufficiently restored, Vespal brought me in for a kiss, somewhat more restrained and sensuous than our previous ones. "There's only one last thing that remains before we can start... negotiating," she whispered next to my mouth after our lips parted. I tasted the hint of a falsehood on the air with her last statement and I was about to call her on it when she deftly flipped me over onto my belly. Tensing, I was about to buck her off when all four of her three fingered hands descended onto my muscles with pinpoint accuracy, chasing away the tautness with long massaging strokes. I relaxed under her well coordinated hands. Ata laid next to me, drowsy after her own gluttonous sexual experience. She wound her fingers through mine, giving me a warm, citrine eyed smile, bringing the back of my hand to her lips for a cool kiss.

"Just relax. The sting can seem uncomfortable but there's nothing to fear," Vespal said as she moved around above me. Her warm thorax pushed against my lower back, curling between her legs as it pressed against me.

I had a hard time comprehending what she was saying.

The sting, that doesn't sound pleasant...

"Will you accept us?" Vespal asked, adopting a formal tone similar to the one she'd used in the beginning, before this whole 'sexual compatibility' thing.

"Sure-"

"You can live with us." Is what I meant to say but was never able to get the words out.

As soon as my consent left my lips, her stinger plunged into my lower back, a handspan above my tailbone, slipping unerringly between my vertebrae to tap into the thick cluster of nerves that resided there. I could feel my body accept her into me, my semi-sentient flesh allowing her through my defenses, instinctively trusting her to do me no harm. There was a pinch of pain before an unknown fluid doused my pleasure receptors in a pillow soft wrapping of pure bliss. Her thorax pulsed in slow waves, pumping more and more of the serum into my willing flesh. Ecstasy like spiderwebs crawled across my nervous system, cocooning me into an instant and unending orgasm. Alien organs inside my body analyzed the compound that swam freely through my veins, breaking it down and synthesizing for use later, improving my own strain of the drug that I'd just recently used on her. My pussy spasmed, fluttering around nothing as I spilt my feminine ejaculate onto my legs and the floor. My body finished its centrifugal breakdown and my tails slid up, about to bring a righteously pleasurable smiting down onto an unaware Vespal.

Turnabout is fair play.

Masking my grin with not unneeded gasps of air, I crooked my finger, drawing her head down next to mine.

"Two is better than one," I whispered into her ear. Pausing just long enough for the realization to dawn before the needle tips of my tails plunged into her abdomen for the second time of the night. There was a flash of joy in her eyes before she fell once more into delirious pleasure, collapsing onto my back. I cradled her there with excess loops of my tail, continuing to ply her with my souped up pleasure drug as she did the same.

"We accept. Goddess..." she murmured, not into my ears but into my brain. Her spirit used our reciprocal injections as a launching point to wriggle her way into my spirit. Taking a deep breath, I focused internally, following her down into the wellspring of my essence. She looked like a little will o'wisp, a shiny white ball of energy with a transparent tail trailing behind it like a tadpole. Smaller versions of Vespal's spirit orbited around hers, occasionally darting away from her to explore but inevitably returning. Taking a moment, she examined her surroundings, tasting the essence of my spirit before laying down roots. She inhaled, taking in what essence she could hold as she attuned to my wavelength.

Time stood still, on the precipice of something profound.

What came next was nothing like the tremulous faith of a broken woman that came from Freya as I inducted her as my priestess; a faith that had been shattered time and again in a life that held little hope and was starved of love that I'd sense been plying her with, whenever possible.

No.

This energy slammed into me with the force of a tsunami funneled through a sippy straw, leaving me unmoored inside my own mind. The belief poured out of Vespal, robust and pure, blasting my senses with its untamed potential. Instinctively, I reached out to those I shared a spiritual bond with, seeking to share the load before I drowned under it.

Venonay was the first to take my spiritual hand, siphoning off a small portion of the energy to use for her own. My burden eased ever so slightly. I could sense her whispering to the newcomer Vespal, but was unable to make out the words. An image formed into my mind of a wicked short sword, blade two hands span long made of a magical verdant green steel the same color as her scales. There was a subtle curve to the single edged blade, and it felt like a cunning blade, meant for stealth and sneaking, for biting into flesh, and not clashing in a noble duel. This was an assassin's blade; one that longed to sink its fang into the guilty. A hilt of warm sunset colors, the same as my couatl's plumage, was the only bit of the sword that seemed to catch the light. I knew that it would fit my hand like a glove, hiding her colors from the world when in use, a secret that only the two of us would share. Firming and sharpening in my mind, the image became more real as the details filled in, the subtle scaling that was worked into the grain of the steel and the black line that ran along the sharpened edge of the blade. Unknown to me at the time, the bangle that was Venonay's current form shimmered, magical heatwaves pouring from it as it became uncertain. Like flowing lava, the bangle poured down my arm, filling my hand as Venonay shaped the magic within us both, forging herself into a weapon before slinking back into her decorative form.

Ata was next, taking a moment to talk with Vespal and her hive. They spoke with murmured voices before she too grabbed a portion of the faith raging through me. There was no image accompanying her usage of the energy. Just the concept of a shield and a flash of fire that was joined to an irrational jolt of fear that came from the Lathen's spiritual collective. The umbrella shape deftly rolled the energy into a single long stand. As she manipulated the white energy it slowly gained a orangish red hue. Taking the colored thread, she adroitly wove it into a the semblance of a person. She nudged Freya's sleepy spirit, jostling her slightly as Ata transformed into her humanoid form, Freya still snoozing safely in the center. After making sure her passenger was fine and properly situated, Ata stepped forward into the outline she had created. The humanoid figure brightened for a moment before settling into a suit of armor. A suit of armor that looked familiar. The gauntlet especially looked exactly like the one I'd worn back into town to see Selena.

She's wearing herself.

Once she was done examining the armor, she released her humanoid form, shifting seamlessly back into the umbrella with the brilliant blue Freya-ball still cradled inside. She reached out and once more took a portion of the glut of power that still fought against my control, much smaller this time. The violent energy settled into a tiny sphere that she offered sweetly to my priestesses spirit. Two hands with black fingernails formed out of Freya's spiritual mass. Hesitantly they cupped the ball of faith, cradling it softly, ever so carefully, in her hands. The ball gained a subtle teal coloration with streaks of lavender that popped up here and there. Dissolving in her hands, the orb disappeared into her flesh. Freya turned her hands back and forth a couple times before they lost their form, merged back into a single ball like before.

The torrent had almost been reduced to match what I thought I could handle safely, but I could feel the overflow still threatening to spiral the whole thing out of control. Holding what I judged to be safe close to me, I did the only thing I could think of.

I shoved the excess away.