Once Dead Twice Bound Ch. 02

"Better. But your arm moved in an arc. Remember, straight out and back." She demonstrated once more and I paid close attention. I threw a couple more air punches and she made some subtle adjustments to my form. It felt nice to have someone who cared about me enough to take the time to teach me something.

"You're improving, a couple months of daily practice and I might be able to turn you into a real warrior," she said with a cocky, tusky grin. Her visage was mesmerising, her black locks swing around her shoulders as she bobbed on her feet, warming up her necks and shoulders. Her feet were a little blur as she performed a little shuffle that would've landed me on my ass.

"I've always believed that experience is the best teacher. You ready master?" Opal asked innocently.

Too innocently.

"Now?"

She sank into a boxing stance, hands in front of her face, with an excited grin on her face and an entirely too bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. "Now."

Shuffling backwards, I held my hands up, trying to mimic her stance and nearly tripping over my feet in the process. A left hook snapped out just slow enough for me to react. I shifted to my left. It'd been a feint and a freight train of a right jab exploded towards my exposed ribs. Wincing, the only action had time for, I prepared to feel my bones shatter into kindling.

Her knuckles brushed against my shirt, just enough to register that she'd landed a blow.

I opened my eyes, seeing disapproval and amusement in equal measure.

"Focus master. I'm not going to hurt you... much. The more you experience combat speed the better you'll be able to react in a stressful situations."

Gulp. I have a feeling that her next blow will be more than the warning the last one represented.

Again and again she attacked. Never overreaching or overextending as I fruitlessly tried to dodge all of her strikes. Hitting me hard enough to let me know and remember the blows. Hard enough for bruises but not enough to break bones.

There was a rhythm to her strikes.

Left cheek. Right cheek. Left body. Pause.

Right body. Right body. Left cheek. Pause.

Which means I can...

Timing it carefully. I threw a weak jab. It was only with my upper body as I didn't get my feet situated correctly. I did remember to keep my wrist straight, aligned with my elbow and shoulder. My fist tapped against her wrist as she deflected it to the side. Her tusky smile bloomed into a beaming grin. Backing off, she lowered her hands into a more relaxed stance. I remained wary for a moment, keeping my guard up.

"Very good. Remember, it doesn't matter how good your defense is if you never have the guts to strike back. Next time we will work on your defense but the fact that you could sense the tempo of my strikes was promising. You didn't lash out blindly, remaining composed, even though I could see you hurting." She walked up to my and I dropped my fists as she pulled me into a kiss, her tusks pinching at the edge of my lips. The praise made me blush and I stood up straighter. The hurt from her punches fading slightly as my stomach gained an almost imperceptible green hue.

"You two look cute," Tara said from the sidelines.

I couldn't stop the surge of guilt, disengaging awkwardly from Opal.

Tara noticed the twitch, and began divesting herself of her shirt and jeans; wearing only a sports bra and some lacy panties underneath, that hugged the peak of her elegant legs, and bifurcated her ass with crimson thread. "Now that you've warmed up Opal, you want a real challenge?"

Opal showed a hint of competition dampened by a fair amount of fear.

"The usual rules of orc sparring of course. No need for anything to get out of hand," Tara reassured.

"Magic?"

I siddled to the side while Opal and Tara hashed out the details.

"Up to you." Tara held up some jade colored spirit fire.

Opal looked around at their surroundings. "Best not. Don't know how flammable this place is."

"Sounds good. You ready?" Tara flexed her claws and her tail was bushed out, its volume twice that of its normal size.

Opal nodded.

With that, the came at each other like tasmanian devils, the cartoon one. Nothing but whirling limbs and rapid repositioning. Opal remained in her boxing stance, throwing in a kick or two but mostly deflected claws and lashing out with car crash jabs that tended to land on nothing but air. Tara favored unorthodox angles and approaches, shifting readily between her fox and human form to confuse and disorient the orc. Hiding strikes behinds her tail and obscuring Opal's vision. Tara danced over a leg strike, shifted to fox form as she scampered between Opal's legs before donkey kicking her hip mid turn in human form. Opal winced and smiled, acknowledging the clever strike. My orc caught my mate by surprise once by anticipating a tail tail feint, punching through it, fist crashing against fist with a sharp crack. Tara yipped and retreated while cradling her wrist. Opal backed off on her pressure, giving Tara some space to compose herself and test herself for injury.

Tara flexed it a couple times, rolling it a round and wincing at the sensation. "Sore but sound. Good to go."

With that, they resumed their whirlwind fight, entrancing me with their mastery of their alternately lithe and muscled forms. Eventually Tara ended it with a combined tail sweep, catching just enough of Opal's ankle to spill her onto the ground and leaping to lay her claws against the femoral vein on her upper thigh. They nodded in mutual recognition of the other's skill before Tara helped Opal to her feet.

"Good fight, I'm glad you didn't use the clan bond."

"I tend to be well informed when it comes to the cultural touchstones of the various enlightened races," Tara scolded. "Its required material for the Vanguards."

I was surprised by their joviality and comraderie so soon after such an intense competition. Especially Opal, who showed none of the sullenness I would have expected after such a loss.

"I'm still thankful." Opal grabbed Tara's hand and gave the back of her fist.

"You two are both so talented. The way you moved... It was like something out of a kung fu movie. I'm also surprised by the outcome. Would've thought that Opal would come out on top in almost any physical competitions. Seems more suited to it."

Tara kissed my brow. "You are correct. That was merely a bit of fun. If it came down to it, our Opal here would mash nearly anyone into a mushy paste, given enough motivation."

The normally stoic orc blushed at the praise and ducked her hair. "Too kind my queen."

"Don't be so modest." Tara scowled slightly but I could feel her preen under the title.

"Then how did you-"

"There were some stipulations to our bout. Unseen shackles best not discussed where wandering eyes and ears could observe."

"Also what's this about a clan bond? I think I remember her talking about it after we first became... acquainted in the makeshift prison."

"Hmmmmm," Tara hummed thoughtfully. "It's probably easier to demonstrate than it is to show."

Opal's eyes shot wide in surprise as Tara's golden eyes swung towards them. A single look from Tara made Opal's brown irises roll into the back of her head. she fell bonelessly to the floor. The air smelled prominently of woodsmoke and citrus as Tara walked to the felled orc, pulling off her clothes as she went. Fully nude, she looked bemused by the pleading in Opal's eyes while towering over her. Tara gave me a sultry look over her shoulder while lowering her slit directly onto Opal's mouth; kneeling, her thighs seemed to smother the green skinned woman. Moaning, Opal wrapper her hands around Tara's legs. My kitsune leaned forward and pulled on Opal's knees, spreading them wide, revealing a steadily growing wet spot on her tight black yoga pants.

"Jack, my beautiful lover," Tara called out in an overly sweet voice. "Would you mind coming over here?"

Even with my limited time with a sexual relationship, I could notice a trap when it was waved in my face like this.

"Opal, he seems to be a little nervous, would you give him some encouragement?" Leaning forward, Tara revealed a fluid drenched face, flush with arousal and nearly feral with need.

"Pleaaaase Master," Opal said, drawing the word out into a three syllable prayer.

I approached with an volatile mixture of trepidation and excitement. Tara leaned back, filling Opals mouth with something much more important than air at the moment.

Swirling together, their unique scent marks combined to make something more potent than the sum of its parts.

Who knew citrus and steel could lead to an instant erection?

My wayward appendage poked uncomfortably against the soft fabric of my sweatpants. Nerves made my mouth dry as I traced Opal's prodigious muscles through the fabric that covered her thighs. Opal's muffled moan reverberated through Tara's loins, barely audible but full of desire.

"She seems to be suffering," Tara said plainly, her face flush with excitement; rosy cheeks were the only indication of the determined tongue that lashed against her pussy and clit. "I think she might be overheating. We should vent some heat by exposing her to the air." Seemingly serious, only the amusement in her eyes matched the silliness of her words.

I couldn't keep the incredulousness off my face. Reaching for the waist of her yoga pants.

Tara stopped me by saying, "No time for that, just rip a hole."

Drawing back, I saw the feverish excitement in her eyes and felt Opal shiver under my hand, her groin straining forward, pleading for greater pressure. Soaked fabric stretched under my fingers, the thread holding desperately for a moment before parting with the sound of ripping nylon.

It feels wrong... And why does that make it hotter?

Her sex and anus were prominently on display, weeping green flesh with darker jade accents. It felt natural to lay my dick across the top of her swollen lips. Nestling into the valley of her pussy, my penis teased her with microscopic thrusts. The slurping sounds redoubled, the sounds emerging muffled from underneath Tara. My kitsune mate wrapped her tail around my arm and our connection sprang into the forefront of my mind, nudged by her magic. The golden tunnel was the closest thing to heaven I'd ever seen or felt. She nudged my awareness to the other thread that connected Opal to me. Her line was currently thrumming like a guitar string, vibrating with wild peaks and valleys as Tara reached out and stroked it, forcing her higher and higher with each impulse.

Opal cried out from beneath me as her pussy clasped around nothing, leaking like a faucet. Her pants soaked up her release greedily, the wet patch spreading over and into the crack of her ass. The steel smell intensified, her joy spreading little motes of her essence to dance throughout the room. She was so wanton and hot beneath me that I drew back, preparing to slid my painfully erect dick into her pussy. Only to be stopped by Tara once more.

"No. That's for good girls. This one's been naughty. Use the backdoor entrance to teach her a lesson."

I hesitated. Tara pulled herself up again, allowing Opal an opportunity to speak. "Tell our man, Opal dear. Have you been a good girl or a naughty girl?" She pulled back on Opals knees as she spoke, the orc's legs straining, thrusting her pussy even more prominently into the air.

"I've been bad. I need to be punished. Please punish me master?"

The pleading in Opal's voice seemed so real that I couldn't discount it as acting. Tara silenced Opal, her thighs once more smothering her face.

"Is it clean?" I asked, a little repulsed by the alternative.

"I did it myself in the shower," Tara said, as if this were an everyday conversation about bowel cleanliness.

"You did it... yourself?" I repeated. The thought of Tara's fingers, sliding around the puckered green hole.

Ungh. Instant erection.

"How long were you planning this?"

"We may have talked for a bit while you were out. Became friendly. Exchanged notecards. Just the usual sort of thing. Now, I have nothing against a little torment now and again, but keeping poor Opal waiting like this just seems unnecessarily cruel."

Oh.

Eyes wide, I laid my tip against her gently flexing backdoor. Muscle control far beyond my own allowed Opal to flex around my dick, allowing me to effortlessly slide home. It was, glorious, delightful, decadent and so many other superlatives that accompanied the sensations that swarmed my brain and leaking through the stretched seems. Thrusting speculatively, her ring glided across my glans with the perfect amount of pressure to make me weak at the knees. Tara, with a pussyfull of Opals mouth, began to rock, grinding down onto the tongue that rose to meet her.

I was briefly distracted from what was happening below my waist, by Tara's bouncing golden hair and flashing amber eyes. "You're so pretty." I said like a drunk frat boy approaching a valley girl at a bar.

Fortunately, she took it like a compliment it was, a simple thanks conveying her appreciation of my admiration. The three of us worked together, each of us racing towards our own finish line of release whilst supporting the others in their own efforts.

Tara crossed the line first. Her thighs tightened around Opal's head, mouth falling open in a silent scream, chest rising and falling with deep, needful breaths. Fluttering, her eyes unfocused, pupils dilating for half a minute or so before she came back to herself. Changing her grip on Opal's knees, she pulled them closer together, shifting the entry angle of my penetrating strokes.

The orc's abdominal muscles tightened at the change, standing beautifully rigid, showing off her fitness as she held the pretzel like pose beneath the two of us. Tara released a leg which immediately wrapped around my hip and began to join assist in my thrusting. Pinching Opal's clit with her newly freed hand, Tara rolled the small bundle of nerves with tight, compressed vibrations. Leaning forward, Opal's face was freed, eyes wild with delight. Seeing the two of them like that was enough to push me into second place as I released my seed into her bowels, instincts forcing me to keep my groin pressed tight against Opal's well muscled ass. The pleasure swam between us like an eager puppy hoping for someone to throw the ball and I could feel it as Tara and I focused our attention on the athletic green creature on the verge of release. Opal's bubbled ass filled my palms as I squeezed and massaged it. A middle and ring finger pressed forward into Opal's feverish flesh as Tara finally penetrated the need pussy.

Four curling strokes was all it took.

A pussy clenched, forcing out lubrication as Opal reached her release. Withdrawing her fingers, Tara allowed the girl cum to trickle through black pubes and onto the grid of delicious abs. My stomach clenched as the green hue on my own abs deepened, musculature threading tighter and denser as my body processed the energy flowing between us. Wings twitching, my skin reached out and pulled the still alien appendages deeper into my flesh, bones and tendons dissolving into a baseless slurry that my body used as building blocks to construct more robust muscle fibers. I withdrew my sensitive dick, the air cool on my slick flesh. Falling to my knees, it felt like I'd run a marathon, my head light and woozy with an experience I wouldn't have imagined a week ago. Tara pulled me into a lazy tangle, maneuvering the three of us so we lied together on the floor. Opal placed a silken kiss on my shoulder as she wiggled closer to me, shortly falling into an easy sleep afterward. We stayed that way, together in an easy silence for a minute or two, each of us recovering in our own way. I couldn't stop the intrusive thoughts so I decided to air them to Tara, hoping she could help me work my way through them.

"Why did you do it like that?" I rolled over so I was facing Tara. Opal whined nonsensically in her sleep behind me, reaching out grabbing the kitsune's ass and sandwiching me between the two bewitching women.

"A couple of reasons. Because you would have questioned how I felt about you sleeping with Opal for an unreasonable amount of time if I let you had the way. This way I can cut to the core of the issue and show you, that I had no qualms about sharing you with others. Or even sharing others with you, if that happens to be the case."

"What did you do to Opal to incapacitate her like that?"

"Orcs possess a rigid social structure that is woven into the very fabric of their soul. If you know what you're doing you can use that link to bypass their natural defenses. This allows you to wreak all sorts of mischief, including the ability to inflame the libido to astronomical levels. We're talking debilitating levels of arousal here. Hence her reaction. You are her clan leader, and I am your queen, sharing equal measure of your elevated hierarchical status."

"That's all well and good but before we do something like that again I want to have some safety measures in place."

"Ah. You are correct. I was hasty in my execution of this plan. I have so many ideas and scenarios I've imagined over the years that I can't help but want to explore them all with you as soon as possible. We should indeed discuss boundaries and safewords. Later. For now everyone is happy and satisfied, no toes were stepped on or ego's ruffled if what I feel flowing between us is genuine?"

I blinked at her. "This whole empathy thing is going to take some getting used to, isn't it?"

"Yes, but we have years and years of decadent, explorative, sexual, bliss to acclimate you to the quirks of our existence."

"That sounds nice." I curled more deeply into both girls arms and relaxed, comfortable even for the relatively hard gym flooring.

The obsidian diamond stirred on my wrist and I felt the thin presence of the lieutenant brush against my consciousness.

"Two girls at once. Never woulda thought you had it in you captain. Good for you. Not too long now. I'm at least glad I got to see this before I went. One last show for the road. You do right by them girls cap, got it?"

Of course. I brushed away moisture from my eye before it could fully form.

"Dry boots."

Good friends, I thought, remembering the second line.

"And buxom women. I wonder if they have the three keys to happiness in heaven?"

With that the presence faded and the last of my old lieutenant drifted from the world like a wisp of smoke on the wind. Clutching at Tara, I mourned for a man I didn't truly remember, but whose loss still felt like a hole punched in my soul. She stroked my back while I weeped silent tears into her chest.

Eventually emotional and physical exhaustion pulled me into a dream.

My dream was interrupted by a guard kindly explaining to three sets of sleep heavy eyes how the negotiations were over and that the Lady would be expecting me in the garden dining room in an hour.

We returned to our shared room and promptly showered and dressed with Tara picking out my clothes for me.

Freshly clean and feeling pretty snazzy in a colored polo and slacks, I sat patiently while Tara fussed over my hair. Styling gel was worked decadently into my scalp by her wondrously talented fingers. It was oddly nostalgic, as I recalled our time together in the massage parlour.

"This is nice. It's almost like you're an actual masseuse," I said jokingly.

She chuckled. "It should. I've ten years experience working as one. In fact it was there that I met Lily, a naiad seer who lives around here." Stubble bristled under her stroking touch. "Do you mind?"