Surfacing Ch. 38

I was so glad for this. I had long since realized back in my safe room that I had been with Shyntre far more, knew much more about what made his mind work than I had ever had the chance with Auslan. Circumstances just never worked out, and the Consort would never demand it. That we shared a companion and a baby had been enough for him, probably.

Now Auslan and I were alone, as we'd only been on the farm or in secret in his quarters: myself as the teasing, threatening Red Sister and him the modest, pretty property I couldn't steal away for a bit of fun. Except this was far, far better.

There was no magic of any sort overwhelming us; there was no Dreamwalking connecting our thoughts and passions despite our bodies being so far apart. There were no mystical warnings pressing urgent danger; there was no Soul Drinker in the way. There was no Drider Mistress, no war, no battles, no coma, no piles of casualties calling for his gentle hands to tend them...

Ta'suil's hands were on *me,* now. Just me. He wanted me; he believed what I was telling him, and I could finally get to know more about the Sanctuary-born male who had made me both fertile and pregnant a year ago. Who he really was, what he liked, what he would like to have in the future and whether or not I could give it to him...

My scalding hot breasts pressed against his naked chest as I kissed him deeply, and he shrugged out of his shadow uniform, now nude from the waist down. Whether we liked it or not, we eventually had to break from this potent embrace to get our boots off.

"So," I gasped. "Go on. After Shyntre ordered you both to stop sucking cock."

Auslan's grin was unguarded in remembrance, and I froze and muttered a curse as my hands forgot how to tug off a left boot, while he managed to get both of his off. It was when he started pushing down the black cloth to show off his perfectly balanced prick arisen over soft, hairless testicles and his toned, smooth thighs that I remembered if I didn't get the fucking boot off, my pants couldn't come off and my poor, aching cunt couldn't be gorged full of that meat.

"Shyntre asked questions meant to measure how much our 'guest' wanted me, and Eallo played along. They discussed my appearance and touched my body, comparing notes and opinions. It...it never got degrading, despite neither of them asking me any questions directly and talking over my head as I was on all fours letting them do as they would. More like I was a prize they might only get to enjoy once and they would make sure they knew every finger-length of it."

"Finger-length?" I asked coyly with arched brow, finally having my boots and pants off and I was stark naked like him. I moved quickly to climb back onto his lap. "Does that include...?"

He grinned up at me, massaging my bare ass. "Oh, yes. We had oil, and Shyntre prepared me himself, stretching me out as they kept noticing and admiring my responses. I...kept expecting one of them to call me a dirty slut or something, but...they avoided it. Something about Eallo's presence steered us away from that direction. At least at first."

My Consort gasped softly as I ran my dripping labia over and along his erection, looking down by reflex but my belly was mostly in the way. I couldn't believe how hard he was, and so very hot...

"Who took you first?" I asked. "What position?"

His eyes glittered. "That was...part of the extraordinary. Eallo's guidance, I did not see it coming. They...lifted me up and had me kneeling on a pile of pillows while Shyntre held me in an embrace. We were facing each other, touching, close enough to kiss any time we wanted, as Eallo slowly took me from behind."

His entire body flushed beneath me as he blinked a few times, the remembered sensation overtaking his attention for a moment though his face grew more somber. "I...you s-see, Sirana, um... Shyntre and I were used to being face-down. On our belly or our knees, every time for us, penetration has been with our faces toward the ground. A-And if Shyntre was forced to be on his back so Red Sisters could spit on him, or grind themselves on his face and laugh...which I believe they did...then I understand why he never asked for anything like that from me. Easier...to hide his expression, even when it felt good."

Both of us still had aching crotches and we hadn't yet joined, and I stared at my Consort with amazement. I nodded. "I...understand, Auslan. I've been there, too."

He smiled a little again and touched me like he worshipped me. Somehow I knew he wouldn't even try to push his cock inside before I invited it, despite the fact we were so close in getting to that part.

"So Shyntre watched your face, and you watched his, as the older male mounted you," I murmured, stroking his cheek, and he nodded.

"Eallo kissed my neck and shoulders, my earlobe, reached around to stroke my erection. He said such encouraging things, complimented me...and Shyntre kissed me in a way he never has before. Like he was grateful I was feeling such...pleasure and I...or both of us still wanted to touch and kiss him, too."

He said the last part on a passionate breath, his heart still pounding against my breasts, as I lifted myself up a little to finally aim his head of his cock at my slit. Auslan groaned, gritting his teeth like he was in pain—be it the most exquisite kind there was.

"So Eallo fucked you," I said, staring at his eyes. "Did he cum in you?"

Auslan nodded shakily, squirming beneath me with his prick still nestled at the entrance of my body. "While Shyntre kept kissing me and...took turns stroking with Eallo."

"Describe that."

"Sometimes Eallo pulled on me, sometimes on Shyntre. Wherever his hand wasn't, there was our Dark Priest's."

"So you never got a break."

"Oh! No." He managed a brief laugh. "Thank Goddess, no. A few times Eallo even leaned over my shoulder and offered a kiss to Shyntre. My brother always took it before they went back to tasting me. I could only hold still. I was trapped between them."

I took my own taste of his lips then, my mind abuzz with the sense of recognition of what he described. *Goddess, this is like me with Mourn and Jael sometimes....*

I sank slowly down on Auslan's rigid pole as he moaned against my mouth, my body clutching him as close as it could in multiple ways. It felt so, so good...even with the shards embedded in my chest finally getting hot enough for me to notice them. Auslan's aura grew stronger, and it was at this time I caught a flow mental images as we were joined.

I saw memories Auslan didn't have to describe while his tongue was otherwise engaged.

******

His netherhole was slimy and pleasantly warm, tingling after Eallo gently withdrew; it twitched with sensation and working itself closed. The lean beauty had been thoroughly fucked, he knew, but it had been unhurried and sensual. It was worlds apart from the nightmare of Thena and her crew in solitary.

"Thank you..." Ta'suil had breathed; Shyntre's hands stroked his flanks as he trembled.

The unfamiliar willingness for any Drow with presence over him to cooperate with each other still had him feeling stunned. When they each acknowledged this with a kiss somewhere on his flesh and similar murmurs, the healer realized he hadn't felt like an object, either. The fighter was grateful to have known him in such a way.

"Your turn," Eallo said with a grin, squeezing the healer's ass with a strong hand but was speaking to both of them. "How do you each want to get off? I'm open."

Neither had been able to visualize mounting the older fighter at the time, so after Eallo cleaned up a bit—"Just in case someone's inspired to suck me again," he'd said with a wink at the Consort—they had worked out a position with Ta'suil once again in the middle, sitting on Shyntre's lap with his back pressed to his chest.

Eallo helped the healer to be penetrated again, much to his delight as Ta'suil pleasured his lover, Shyntre's humps and thrusts upwards answered by groans and movements of his own. Eallo got between their legs and started sucking Ta'suil's erection, and both brothers were so aroused by this that they forgot to be concerned about one possible drawback.

For a moment Ta'suil only remembered his back hole squeezing hard at Shyntre's cock as Eallo's experienced mouth brought him to a glorious, long-delayed orgasm. The Life Priest spurted his cream into the willing Rin'oveaus, enjoying every moment as lights flashed behind his eyelids. The fighter swallowed immediately, using his tongue and lips to make sure he got it all and the healer's penis was completely clean. Opening his eyes and seeing the change come over Eallo's face, however... the Consort was reminded all too quickly.

*Uh-oh.*

"Shyntre!" he whispered, the tone catching his sorcerer's attention.

By this point in their play, Saida and Jahn—who were supposedly on guard duty—had the sorceress straddling her own partner in exactly the position as Ta'suil, Jahn holding her from behind on his lap, his hands on her tits and his prick up her slippery and sensual cunt. It was the distinctly female scent that brought their comrade over to them.

"Eallo?" Saida asked, looking up, bewildered, maybe a bit concerned but not afraid.

Ta'suil couldn't see the fighter's expression right then but the surprise on the other two, combined with the body language, he could imagine it was all blind, aggressive need as Eallo seized Saida's thighs and spread them wider.

"Oh, Goddess, fuck!" Saida cried as her squadmate crouched to press his cock into her slit, joining Jahn's in the same hole. She was slick enough to take him and Eallo slid in alongside the other male; her eyes were extremely wide though not due to pain.

"Eallo!" the other mage said once in surprise, though trapped beneath he could not do much but grip Saida's hips and hold her steady as his teammate jostled them to begin fucking the only female in the room.

"Oh, shit," Shyntre muttered as Ta'suil had to pull off him and gain his feet.

Saida soon relaxed into the double-penetration and moaned, her toes curling as she glanced back at Jahn, whose face was easing into the rhythm as well. Clearly this wasn't a first for either of them. The healer approached them quickly, taking the sorceress's hand more boldly than he usually dared on any female.

"Saida!" Ta'suil hissed urgently.

She looked at him, eyes glazed and face lightly sweating. She looked almost in a trance.

"Do you want a child now? Is it the right time?"

She blinked, awareness coming back quickly as Ta'suil has always known the female was more practiced with this question than the male. She shook her head in the negative.

*No. She does not want it.*

"But...it's not a risk now..." she whispered, sounding confused.

She was on some kind of birth control, perhaps, but Ta'suil pursed his lips and didn't have the time to argue.

It took both Shyntre and the healer both to coax and more-or-less drag Eallo off of Saida, leaving Jahn as the sole—and far less dangerous—resident in her pussy. The couple gasped as the three males returned to collapse upon the bed, and it didn't take long to reestablish the pecking order.

There was some physical struggle for dominance between Shyntre and Eallo, though no one was hurt as the former had a lot more information to work with and the latter never really wanted to fight in the first place.

"Consort, on your knees," Shyntre growled as he continually broke Eallo's attempts to hold him with magical zaps to naked skin which proved very distracting for the dazed fighter.

Ta'suil obeyed, getting on all fours as he was more than willing to take what Saida couldn't right now. This emergency was his doing anyway.

"Here, take him," Shyntre whispered in broad confidence to the older male as they bent limbs and turned spines to move in the right direction. "Cover his back. You need to fuck a hole, fuck his. And if you're so open, Rin'oveaus, we'll double-team *you* instead."

Ta'suil recalled the swift, needful penetration filling him, thinking how Eallos's cock had been lubricated to an impressive level by its stay in Saida. The older male fucked him a lot harder this time, at least at first, before Shyntre grabbed and pressed the older male down by the back of his neck, instructing him to pause in his thrusts. Gasping, Eallo held still and waited.

The Dark Priest hadn't spent the time stretching the fighter but, by the sound of it, he'd used plenty of oil. Eallos gripped the healer tightly, his erection becoming harder inside his ass as his sorcerer-brother mounted their guest, pushing slow but steady, and deep. Shyntre added a short, strong hump when he'd bottomed out that surged through both the submitting males.

"A-ah...!" Eallo cried near the Consort's ear. "Oh, fuck, yes...Goddess, I need this..."

"Then you will have it," Ta'suil cooed, bracing himself to do his part with a little smile the whole time.

He enjoyed the feeling of Eallo's hands on him—all over him, even cupping and massaging his balls as only males knew how to do. While the fighter didn't thrust or move much, his erection stayed buried in Ta'suil's netherhole while Shyntre fucked his with powerful energy. Eallo was soon caught in the magical feedback loop between the two brothers, his perception altered with the taste of the Consort-healer's seed on his tongue, helpless except to enjoy it and wait for the peak he would be given.

"Goddess...yes..." Shyntre gasped, stroking inside Eallo faster as he rushed for the edge, and when the Dark Priest came, neither of them could block the flood of magic, hot as magma as it swept through them.

The Rin'oveaus cried out as he released his load next, climaxing for the second time inside the Life Priest. Within moments afterward, Ta'suil's own cock sprayed and pulsed over the sheets with that barely-conscious hand-job Eallo gave him, the fighter shuddering along the healer's back with the aftershocks.

Just before their strength ran out entirely, they managed to disconnect before collapsing into a heap, exhausted. When the healer scooted forward, wordlessly asking for some cuddling, Eallo lifted his arm and welcomed him. Some time passed before anyone spoke.

"Wow," Saida murmured, sounding post-orgasm herself. "Wha...what happened?"

******

*What happened, indeed...?*

I became aware of myself screaming a bit too loud—caught directly in orgasm but also in pain as the sapphire shards burned very hot—as Auslan held me, whispering my name.

And it was *mine.* My name he said. "Sirana..."

The very next moment his cock shot off inside my twat with a spine-tingling groan escaping his throat. I felt the dampness between us, his member only just beginning to soften inside me, and knew I had soaked our snowy pubic thatches into matted, glossy curls.

I reflected groggily that this was exactly...*exactly* the feeling I'd been trying for when I'd captured him the first time. To think I had stuffed a root in his mouth because somehow I thought he would make more noise than me... Ha!

*Oh, Goddess, Ta'suil...* I thought, and he shivered beneath me as I kissed him again with all the lust I could muster after such a muscle-melting cum, neither of us having much breath left.

*You are not jealous,* he said, his erection now reduced enough to slip out of me, *or disgusted.*

I felt his massive relief in his thought.

*No...* I replied, *No, I like it, it turns me on!*

He sucked in a soft breath at that, leaning back to look at me more directly. "I love you, Sirana," he whispered, "as I love Shyntre. Please remember that."

I nodded, stroking the gold streak at his temple, though I wondered if he'd been talking with my parents? Especially recently. Still, I could also be kind of bewildered and amazed there was no uncomfortable feeling in my chest, knowing and hearing all this.

Maybe...maybe we did it right?

"Thank you," I said, only now starting to catch my breath.

We could hear voices then outside the door, and I just caught "Morix" right before the door opened. It wasn't flung wide and held open, but only just enough for the large male and my little Sister to slip in and close the door behind them. Still sitting naked and straddling Auslan, my mouth was open for a different reason as Mourn's when I saw him tasting the air through his teeth, his tail answering to the scents in a tight S-curve. He was holding Jael's cloak over his arm for some reason.

"Huh, well, damn, we just missed it," Jael said, crossing her arms and looking up at her mate in an attempt to relieve the heavy moment of uncertainty.

"Is...ah...is anything wrong?" I asked, and Mourn shook his head.

"Well, sort of," Jael contradicted him. "We were wondering... since you're naked anyway..."

"Jael," he cut her off, both of them seeming distracted and more than a bit off.

"What?" She looked mutinous, her jaw jutting out stubbornly. "You said you can feel it coming again. And not in the good way. And after Eallo told us where she'd be..." She looked at me, nearly pleading. "We thought...you know..."

I got it immediately, even why they stepped in without an explicit invitation. It had been well over a month since the three of us had coupled; just before heading out to do final battle with the Elder Mind. I had had plenty of healing sex since waking up afterward, but none of it with Mourn, and we had just been talking about the dangers of him going to Sleep in the Underdark.

Mourn was intensely embarrassed by the situation, though, even as I now understood why the cloak was carried in front of his crotch like that. I was both worried and sort of wanting to laugh.

"Come closer," I invited, reaching out. "Please, Mourn. Yes. You're right, I'm naked anyway, I'm ready, unless...unless you want me to wipe down first?"

Mourn shook his head and said nothing as he approached the couch, removing his belt first. He bowed his head once to a wide-eyed and quite baffled Consort-healer as the large hybrid tossed Jael's cloak alongside mine and set down his things.

Auslan managed a nod back but scooted to one side on the couch after I had gotten off his lap, making room for the other male and me. My Consort was joined on the far side by Jael as she squeezed in next to him; he looked at her and she smiled quite friendly at him. I got the feeling Jael thought Auslan was cute with that particular expression on his face, and...well, she wasn't wrong.

I yelped as I felt Mourn take hold of me with hands much rougher and arms with patches of scales that no Drow possessed. He had kneeled down on the floor and his cock pressed out, tenting the front of his trousers. He hooked a forearm behind one of my knees and shifting me into a more accessible position. Auslan pushed one of the couch pillows our way and Mourn nodded in thanks as he tucked it behind me. It was a fabulous idea and I made sure it was secured at my lower back.

The Dragonchild did a good job avoiding scraping me with his weapons bracers as we moved around, but it was close. My eye caught the familiar shape of a tiny, magical charm representing Soul Drinker and I wondered briefly whether that was having any effect on him as well.

"Here, let me help," Jael murmured, coming forward to expertly pull down his Yungian pants, gently caressing him as she freed his genitals to the open air and coaxed out his tail so it wouldn't be restricted.

He rumbled a low, appreciative purr at her, his tail coiling affectionately around her waist, soon looking back to my face as he shifted closer; the heat of his large cock was startling as he dragged it along the back of my sticky thigh. In direct comparison, he had a much deeper purple undertone than I'd realized before, and the pointed tip and rougher texture definitely reminded me who his Sire was as Mourn slide the length of himself back and forth along my sopping, creamed slit.