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Tellus curled up against Rayner's chest, and brought Celeste over so that he could easily slip his arm beneath their heads, and it was one great big cuddle pile, even if poor Rayner would have an issue thinking of anything non platonic for a while. Then she wrapped her arms around the redhead, and hugged her to her chest.

"I was so worried about you, Ce--Sam.." Her face knit, she didn't like using that name, but it was only the people that Celeste was close to that got to know about that. Otherwise, it was Sam.

Celeste chuckled. "You can call me Celeste, Tell. Kael already does.", still not giving away his secret. After all, it was his to give.

"Oh?" She turned and looked at him, closer, as if inspecting him. "Really..." She shrugged a little, and turned back to Celeste. "So how's your stomach..."

The redhead blinked, and put her hand down to her stomach, before turning a shade of green only slightly less than her eyes. "It was fine till you mentioned it!" and pushing away from both of them, she ran off to the bathroom again, leaving Tellus in Rayner's arms. Tellus watched her go before turning around to Rayner.

"Good, now we can talk. That was a mean thing to do, I know. But I have questions...." She turned around, the pheromones still emitting, which wouldn't be helping Rayner's situation in the least. She ran a nail down Rayner's chest. Despite the evident anger in her voice, as well as the threat of her words, it would not be like ice water dumped on his libido.

"Celeste, Mei Lee and I are all best friends. I would gladly rip a spleen out of anyone who hurt either of them. You are going to tell me, one how you knocked her up, when she's had that IUD in her for years, Why the hell she looks 6 years younger than when I saw her three months ago, and where the hell her tattoo went. Oh yes, and let's not forget why in the hell you haven't told her any of this..." it was all said in a whisper so that Celeste would not hear, but the intent was clear.
 
Rayner made a face- he hadn't been purely sheepish before, and he certainly wasn't it now. He was a little man in a big world. Had been that way since the day he'd been born. It could kick his ass any which way it liked, and most of the things in it as well, if they really cared to put forth the effort, and signs pointed to Tellus being among those. He'd figured out a handful of years ago, however, that he wasn't terrible at discouraging these things that he required FAR too much effort to bother stepping on or eating.

That was to say, he didn't take well to threats, especially not laying down.

It felt like a threat though, and literal irony aside, even as Tellus would have no problem seeing his muscles tighten around the nail going down his chest, or the fact that he was turned on despite it. In bed, however, there wasn't much physical display of how he wasn't intimidated, like how he could throw a pose and stare someone down outside, unless he were going to turn Tellus over and continue their little whispered conversation while he got a jump start on round two. While he had no qualms about the woman coming into the threesome and going anywhere and everywhere therein, and wouldn't have minded one bit if he'd been a single man with her right there, he'd been working to make this thing with Celeste work out longer than it had been a thing, and it didn't feel right to get to games while she was in the bathroom. He didn't know if she'd get excited over that, or be hurt, and he wasn't taking that chance.

...unfortunately, that only left him with a growl in his voice as he hushed back.

"Take a number, get in line, and I can bag it for you too."

He supposed he did owe her answers though. Even if he was getting sick of everyone she knew being somewhere else when things went bad or she could have used the help, only to show back up and go for his throat as he tried to deal with the damages. Really reminded him of someone else he knew. Or, rather, far too many people he knew.

"She knows she's different, dunno if it sunk in. Or if she's quite figured out she's short a few memories. See, thing of it all is, she doesn't look changed, she kinda is."

He propped himself up on an elbow, over her, though he wasn't sure if he was doing it so he could flip over and snarl down properly at her if necessary, or so his body could feel it was ready to flip over and do something else if she kept that up. Possibly while snarling at her.

"See, someone killed her daughter, and no sooner do I find out about it than every jokester with the cahones to call his or herself a god starts showing up talking about how something is wrong with her soul, and they have the solution. You know, I don't know shit about this mumbo jumbo, it sounded like carsalesman talk to me. But it's the woman's daughter for fuck sake," he lowered his voice sharply, not because it had gotten too loud, but because he felt like he was about to in a moment.

And because he was up against her a bit more with his body raring to go, and he had to not get too carried away just yet.

"Just as I think me an' her have a way to fix it worked out with them, they change the deal- and no one gives us a heads up or explains the rules. So now she's like that, and no sooner do I think she finally remembers who I am, and that it's not five-or-I-don't-even-know how many years ago," slowly, slowly. His tongue wasn't losing its edge, but his tone was, and he was slowing and quieting down his words, getting control of himself. She could probably tell just from the slowing and the way he was shutting his eyes, concentrating and trying to clear out some of the noise of the anger and sex drive for a few moments.

Didn't know if he trusted Tellus a lot or just that she wouldn't do anything to Celeste, and nothing to him unless she'd made an effort to see to it Celeste wouldn't know or be bothered first, but he was tired of being angry. And that was more what came out next. Tired.

"Than the one of them with an ounce of decency comes to tell me the ones who want to fix it can't, and the ones who can fix it can't be bothered to. In the two weeks since then, I've had about an hour alone and conscious with her. I was gearing up to show her the test Mei gave me when you showed up, but... I don't know how I'll explain to her, or fix any of it, or convince her I want to help so she'll let me try this time."

The last part came as an admission, as close to weak as he was willing to let himself sound, as he finally gave in and tucked his head against her shoulder, and let some fingertips rest on her hip, closing his eyes. Even if the little fellow downstairs was still obviously paying close attention to Tellus.

"Fair enough?"

There wasn't really any edge or anger to it anymore, even though he tried to muster a little for it.
 
She listened carefully, her expression mostly blank, even while her fingers continued dancing about his skin just in case Celeste came back. With the mostly innocent behavior, Celeste wouldn't be too worried, but it wouldn't be too far out of her normal behavior. But as he fought his own rage and desire, she heard a lot of things he didn't say out loud that made her happy. Squirming a little to frustrate him because it was in her nature, she leaned up and kissed him softly when he was done. "Fair enough. You're a good man, Kael."

Turning, so she wouldn't be a distraction, at least not in the same way, he wasn't touching her at least...well, it was something different, even if it gave a pleasant view of her entire front torso as she leaned back and thought. It was interesting to note that the soft down between her legs was a nice shade of blue. Natural then. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stared off into space, this was not a pleasant problem to deal with at all. She'd heard about a body switching incident a while back. Something to do with Ra'kar's host body and being pregnant, but she didn't think it was the same thing.

"Damnit all...she looks just how she used to in prep school. Down to that damned dimple in her knee..." she muttered, trying to get over her own fit of desire. She shoved a hand back through a few of the bangs in her hair and gripped the hairs tightly. She was truly bisexual, there was no way to prefer one over the other with Tellus.

"Okay, let me see if I have this straight...she somehow has the body she had 6 years ago. No tattoo or even signs of a tattoo removal..." she pointed down to her own hip where a single tiger lily rested. It was tiny compared to the others on her body. "We all got tattoos at the same time, me, Mei Lee and Cel..." but she continued, trying to get her train of thought back. "She's pregnant, but doesn't know it, and you don't know how to ----" she turned her head at the sound of Celeste retching. "...tell her, she's hurting herself by puking her guts up, and no one knows how to fix anything...."Another turn of her head back to Rayner.

"Does she at least remember Danielle, if she's had her memories messed with? Sometimes something painful is the easiest thing to let slip away when your mind gets played with." Tellus knew that one from experience, though it wasn't something she'd like to admit to.

"And what exactly are your intentions. Obviously the relationship is new since I didn't hear anything out about it till I walked in the door...but she's carrying your child. And she is deeply religious. The ONLY reason you two have even managed to get into bed without a wedding ring is that her grandmother is very french and insisted on marriage preparatory school, and that Gaia is a very...eye opening community. She's had exactly ONE other partner. Danielle's father, Charles. If her memories are damaged to the point of where she doesn't remember him or Danielle...and all they went through to even be able to have Danielle and for Celeste to keep the company..." She looked Rayner straight in the eyes, the very expression severe enough that the magic running through his body would wilt his manhood temporarily.

"It almost killed her. I wish I could say it was a figure of speech, but she lives to make other people happy. If she thinks you're miserable, she's miserable until she fixes it. Mei Lee and I have known she's been in love with you for a while now...but we can't even get her to admit it because she seems to think that it would drive you away if you thought that she was trying to cling to you." Finally, she turned away.

"We found her out by Barton Square. Other than her stomach, she was completely wasted away, and an attempt on her life had induced the labor. She gave birth by herself, in the middle of the night, with a shotgun hole in her arm, rather than calling for help. We only found her because someone had been smart enough to call the police and they discovered her. Charles had long disappeared, apparently to protect her we later found out. But I was going through some grief with a now ex...and Mei Lee was dealing with...family issues. Not only that, her company had threatened to remove her from the board if she didn't give the child up like she'd agreed when they thought she was only being a surrogate mother." Sigh, and another explanation was needed there. Damnit, where was Celeste? Oh, right, still puking her guts up.

"The surrogacy thing was a cover story, so they wouldn't get upset about her having a kid out of wedlock. Mormons HATE it. It's like the number one sin for them...no, I take that back, masturbation is." She waved a hand around, "Don't ask, I have no idea. But thankfully, Mistress Won...that's Mei Lee's mother, helped her get over that for the most part. But...yeah...I'm sorry, this is probably way too much information...I'm just worried." And with her peace said, she curled back up and turned over, using his presence for a bit of emotional support. The three girls were very close, despite their different lifestyles.


 
By the time Tellus had finished, Kael's hand wasn't on her anymore, or his head. She'd made that a hair harder herself, but now he was flat on his back, far arm crossed over his eyes. It was a lot to take in. A lot of problems. A lot of headache, a lot of complication on top of all of everything as if they didn't already have more than any two people's fair share worth to take care of. He wasn't sure if the sound he made was a sigh, or a growl of frustration, but the first words out of his mouth were

"I'll never understand religion."

For all he knew, there might have been a big man in the sky- he hadn't written it out- but with all the crazies jumped up on ego proclaiming themselves gods in this world, and the vast contradictions, complications and questions, he'd long since written off the value of worrying about it too much or actually taking almost any of it seriously on any occasion. Why would sex or masturbation be an issue for a religion? Like, he remembered that some of them didn't like that, but his parents had been fairly superficially religious, and not exceptionally spiritual. But how was it even a big deal? Shouldn't they have been worrying about killing, or theft, or anarchy, and all the other shit that he'd almost come to take as daily problems, not rare ones, since he'd been forced out of Carter? Didn't make sense to him how a bunch of religious folks could sell guns either. Did their fancy books and rules have a clause about gunning down metas that thought grew too big for their own britches?

At least all the talk was keeping his mind off the sounds from the restroom. He owed her a hug when she got back- a gentle one, probably. She wasn't just sick, she apparently had a hair trigger. Despite her assurance, he almost took her evaluation of what was going on as accusing, but at this point it was probably just him agonizing over every little thing he couldn't fix.

"I don't think she remembers Danni, or the other guy," he hadn't even remembered Charles' name until Tellus had said it. He knew it was one of those big things he should remember, he'd just lost it. But he made a small mental note to drill that in a little bit later so he wouldn't misplace it again. "Haven't had the guts to even think about forcing it on her yet. She needs to remember but... damn it, if there's still a way to get Danni back, I wouldn't mind leaving her like this just until then."

"Try to get a little closer and she almost shoves me off. You know, I spent a good fifteen minutes, must have been, just convincing her... didn't seem like very much, that I wanted to be with her. Had to dig into a lot of my old problems I don't like to talk about that got in it all, just to get her t' figure that if I said I wanted to be with her, maybe I sorta did a little," he laughed, not with too much mirth. "I've been quite happy keeping my problems just my own and making sure other people wouldn't get themselves dragged into my fights. But... I thought she'd forgotten me. That I'd lost her, even if it only lasted a night, I... it opened my eyes. Dunno what it is I want, 'cept her. But not like I can ask her to marry me. Heh. I can't see it. Even if I could, I'd never even pass a loan- only kind of ring I could afford I'd have to twist from scrap metal myself."

"But I'll stick with her long as she'll have me. Tyke's another matter- I'll need to be there for 'im whatever's the case, but, fuck, I'm adopted. I don' need to be with her to try an' be sumkinda father, two are unrelated. But good luck convincing her."

If only he'd... what, not thought his lifespan was counted in months when he met her and not wanted her to throw all her chips in on a dying horse? Damn him for caring too much, and not enough. Not doing enough.

"I must be insane, but I'm... vaguely excited about the little bugger. Sooner send it off to a good home for real, or cut things short than let it rip her apart. But... I can't see her doing either."

It really was a little bit like one of those greek dramas the "gods" seemed to think it was, they were both getting fucked seven ways from Sunday, half of it unintentional of their own doing, and the rest might as well have been punishments of the gods. But if only he could just take about about, hack up a couple monster, and wrestle a god to fix it. That was about what he did to earn his only sizable paychecks anyway.
 
That got a bland look from her that she was rather glad he wouldn't see, what with his arm over his eyes. "You're an idiot. She'd rather have a piece of scrap metal on her finger from someone she loved than that whole damned company slowly killing her. Try thinking about what you just said...You try and fight your own fights, and not get other people involved. It's what she's also been doing her entire life. Trying to keep everyone else from getting hurt. She doesn't know how to be anything other than what she is, fucked up religion and all." She pushed herself up, she couldn't deal with this, it brought back too many of her own bad memories.

"But I'll tell you something, Kael. When that little...bugger, as you call 'em appears, and that sweet little girl, or that bouncing baby boy curls its hand around your finger, it curls a dagger into your heart. One that gets plunged in repeatedly any time something happens to them, and you have to stand back and just let it happen. Love is like that. Marriage is a civil service, something that the law demands for tax writeoffs. Love just fucks you over...you think it was bad when you thought you'd lost her because she'd forgotten you...wait till you have to actually have to live without her...then see how you feel."

It had been a bit cruel, but hopefully it'd spare them both some pain, she thought as she got out of the bed, and padded over to the bathroom. Depending on what he was thinking, it might even be enough to distract him from the very sexual thoughts and feelings pumping through his body. But Tellus didn't care, she wanted to make sure her friend was okay.

knock, knock "You okay, princess?"

"Yeah, I'm fine..." came a weak voice from the bathroom. The tiny doll like woman pushed open the door and went in, helping her clean up and then back out after a few minutes, giving Rayner plenty of time to gather his thoughts.
 
“Hmrmm.”

So he was a good guy one minute, and a moron the next. Fair enough.

It wasn’t something he’d even seriously considered, marriage. That was what you were supposed to do when you knocked someone up. His parents probably would have… well, they would probably have wanted to meet her, but who was he kidding, there wasn’t a chance in hell they wouldn’t adore Celeste. More likely he’d get all the negative attention for not taking care of himself, what the scars and are, and not throwing a ring on her the first time he slept with her. Not because they were that strict about that stuff. She was wealthy, smart, beautiful, and there were clearly mutual strong feelings for each other? She would have been the catch not to let get away.

And his mother probably would have gotten to know her real well, and tell her all about how the archeology and historic departments for public museums and research were all so under appreciated and unfunded, only the collections for rich men’s private show rooms and expeditions for things that were thought to be magic ever went on…

He had to shake his head to snap himself out of it.

It was all stamped out in his head, him standing there, green-blueish eyes and devoid of scars, ushering Celeste and a little bouncing pudgeball into the shade, down in Barthavos, taking her out to show her the digs while the baby slept.

It was a bit much to hope for, but it was a beautiful image.

He heard the rest of what she said too, about the baby, about love, but… that didn’t really come into it. She was talking to a man who looked like a living monument to masochism. He’d known hard times, and there was a puff of proud denial in his chest that it was all worth it, his case, sure things wouldn’t always go swell, but it would be beautiful through and through and worth it to the end.

He didn’t really think she was talking to him anymore, though. He let her go, and sat and cleared his mind, letting all the rest of the words trail through his thoughts and settle before he just tried and let it all go blank for a little while. Not too much. Just imagine a beat in his head and let the rest drown out…



When the bathroom door opened, he’d be standing not far away, relaxing, the only male sized bathrobe thrown over him, but fixed so loosely it barely kept closed enough to cover the goods.

“Cel~”

He didn’t ask her how her stomach was, but gave her a firm squeeze about the shoulders, high enough not to unsettle it, all grins.

“You two were in there long enough I started to worry, I was missing out on something,” he teased, kissing the tip of her nose.

He was able to grin at Tellus too, but he didn’t push the act for the moment. He still wanted to do her, of course. He was a man. But he hadn’t cleared and refilled his mind quite so thoroughly yet to want to get cuddly and real familiar with him at the moment like he was with Cel. Doubted she’d miss it too much anyway.
 
Celeste took the hug, and returned it, gingerly before smiling at the kiss to her nose. "I'm not made of glass, you know..."

Tellus wrapped her arms around Celeste from behind, and stretched up to peek over the redhead's shoulders. "Who says you didn't..." she grinned as she leaned in and nipped at the other girl's neck, eliciting a squeak from Celeste.

"Be nice, Tellus. A woman can recover quicker than a guy." She hadn't even looked down yet to discover how much he had already recovered.

"I'm perfectly nice, Celeste. Besides, I haven't tied him up yet and let you have your fun with him...so I'm behaving perfectly well."

Celeste snickered. "Now that's an idea...." she looked over at Kael with a hopeful grin on her face. "Fair's fair, cowboy..."

"Exactly...Fair's fair..." Tellus released her so that Celeste could cozy up to Kael.

Celeste pressed her body against him, her hand sliding up his thigh before boldly placing it the front of silk barely covering his privates. And then, even through the silk, she wrapped her fingers around him and looked up at him expectantly.

Behind her, Tellus was motioning to Kael silently with a crude sign for sex, rubbing her tummy and then the okay sign, basically signaling that sex actually helped with stomach problems, at least in this case.
 
Maybe, not, but her stomach seemed like it might be.

And no sooner did he let go and think it when the little figurine popped up and checked on the statement. He shook with a little silent laugh, failing for the moment to compose some sort of intelligent or witty statement to follow up the woman nipping the other and the teasing to follow. He wasn't getting anything near quick enough to beat Celeste though-

He just grinned right at her.

How long had he had? Her disappearance to the bathroom, his own clean up, and a little extra? He felt well past set to pick up where they left off, and it seemed about the right amount of turn around time for it. Now he just had to... wait. Come again? His expression didn't waver, but he paused a moment to raise an eyebrow at Tellus. And then Celeste, and his head turned back. He couldn't help it, laughter rolled right on out of his chest. That was an intriguing idea. Though between the two of them, subject of all the teasing he was worried he might cum again a bit.... no, scratch that. They'd probably make sure that took quite some time for him, if the redhead's usual tactics or her friends demeanor said anything about it. Oh, now he had to make an effort just to stop laughing.

"Fair is fair," he admitted, giving a tiny shudder and licking his lips as Celeste shimmied up against him and wrapped around him, placing a hand on either of her buttocks. His shaft was already filled out in size just through the conversation, and when Celeste took a hold she'd practically feel him start to harden up in her hand right away.

He put his head up against Celeste's ear- spotting Tellus and giving her a little nod with his eyes, yes, he'd picked up on that already, and now he had to try not to laugh at her signals for it too- and whispered about as low as he could go in Celeste's ear.

"...which means her turn next, hm?"

He kissed her ear, and pulled back just far enough to share a grin with her.

"But you gals are gonna have to get me to the bed first."

Couldn't make things ENTIRELY easy.
 
Celeste giggled. Now that was an idea...

It was a shame that Tellus was half vixen. No matter what form she took, she could have heard anything in the room, but she could pretend as well as anyone, and pretended she didn't hear the comment. But she could reply to his last little bit.

"Oh I'm sure we can think of something. After all, there's a shot gun still in the bathroom, and I've heard that Celeste is pretty handy with it, even when the fellas are handy back with it." Yes, the story of the stolen kiss had gotten around to all of her nearest and dearest of girlfriends.

Celeste looked over her shoulder, and while Rayner wouldn't be able to see what it was, it sobered Tellus right up, and the girl who would never seem embarrassed by anything shut up immediately and colored a bright pink. For a moment.

"Well anyways!" She grabbed Celeste around the waist, and tugged her towards the bed. "If he doesn't want to join us, it's his loss." She pushed Celeste lightly against the bed, and leaned over her, her lips flitting lightly against Celeste's lips, completely ignoring Rayner's existence while she teased the redhead. Kneeling down between her legs, Tellus dipped her head to take one of Celeste's nipples in her hands, kneading and molding the soft flesh with her fingers while she sucked on the bundle of nerves placed at the end.

"Oh god, Tell..." She leaned back almost immediately, her hands clutching the sheets even as her glazed eyes looked over at Rayner. One hand slowly lifted, pressing to the back of Tellus' head, encouraging her, and refusing to release her even as she lowered her body back to the bed and Tellus got up, the bruised flesh falling from her lips with a smack that had Celeste crying out with a whimper.

"See, we don't need a spoilsport to have fun..." She glanced over at the belt that remained on the belt. Nah, that'd be for later. For now, she simply climbed in bed beside the redhead, and began to slide her fingers up her legs, the nails leaving small red marks on her skin even as her head ducked again, drawing Celeste into a deep and passionate kiss. One that even the fall of her braids hid from Rayner's view.
 
He snorted and looked at her- half trying to work out in his head if she was talking about what he thought she was, or if he was missing something. Maybe it was just the wording that threw him- he wouldn't know if Celeste shared anything, everything, or nothing. But being as she was a woman, it went under assumption that her girlfriends were kept nearly as up to speed on his sex life as he was, and Tellus certainly seemed to be one of the gals.

He didn't know what kind of secret spell Celeste had cast, but Tellus went skiddish, and next thing he knew she was stealing away...

Hey! It was his turn and she was stealing Celeste away!

A full roar of laughter exploded from his chest.

"Oh, you bitch!" he chided affectionately, and gently removed the arms of the robe, letting it hang at his waist, all but falling off, and took his time walking up behind the girls. This was hot. He wasn't involved. But this was two women kissing. And touching other things. Now, he knew neither one of them was actually a lesbian. But close enough. They were getting it on and loving it each way. He let himself slow right down and watch, putting a knee up on the edge of the bed next to them and half relaxing his weight. Of course, Tellus was doing all the playing, so he indulged another sense, and rubbed gently up her backside, letting his middle finger slip into her slit as he went forward, and draw partway back out and in again as he rubbed slowly.

The kiss was frustrating though. He waited a moment to see if they'd move of give it up before he'd lift Tellus' braid and sweep them over her other shoulder to get himself a view, half-standing and watching, letting off a hearty "Mmm-mm," of approval.
 
Celeste gave him a smile with her eyes when he peeked through, but they showed no signs of actually stopping what they were doing. In fact, the other hand, the one that had gripped the bedsheets moved now, as Tellus moved a top her, and cupped the doll like woman's ass herself, splitting the woman's cheeks bare for Rayner's perusal. Tellus' back was still covered in the small welts from earlier, but they did not seem to bother her in the least.

"Mhm..." Tellus finally lifted her head and looked down at Celeste with a little grin. "Do I have to tie you up again instead, princess?"

Celeste blushed and grinned, "I think Kael is getting impatient for his turn...", she replied as her own fingers dipped slowly into the crack of Tellus' ass, one finger gently probing the same area where Rayner's shaft had so recently found its release.

The tiny woman threw her head back, the soft moan echoing across the room even as the room seemed to get even heavier with the scent and flavor of sex. It was a 'gift' of her nature. Even if she hadn't given Rayner a overly potent personal dose, there was no way to resist this. Rayner would be questioning his sanity for not being inside one of them right this minute. Willpower was a wonderful thing, but when your mind and body wanted something, and it was on an offering plate that was perfectly laid out for you, even the most devout of men would be tested. Her ass wiggling in Celeste's grasp, she dipped her head to kiss Celeste softly. "He took too long." Bracing her legs on the bed, she moved her hands, and wrapped the redhead's legs around her waist before taking one hand down and sliding it between their legs, but it was only one slit that was her destination, and it was a swift movement that had her sliding three fingers in and out of Celeste's pleasure hole with practiced ease, and the entire time, pretending that Rayner didn't exist, even while she was very aware of every thing her magic was making him think.

Celeste gripped Tellus's ass tighter, her own nails digging into the other woman's buttocks while her own head was thrown back in pleasure, the sound of her moans getting huskier and huskier with every moment. Even Rayner hadn't managed to get her to moan that quickly before.

She wondered how long it would take...
 
He was tempted.

God and or gods, he was tempted. Just watching Tellus' back end in the air, he and Celeste occupying each entrance between them, he could only imagine picking her up and putting it right in where his fingers were. He favored Celeste at the moment for a number of reasons, not only just that it was Celeste, and he'd already spent more time on Tellus so far. But Tellus was on top, easy access, and the sight, and most importantly the touch around his finger had him practically salivating.

It was a good distraction from the pinch of jealousy at the reactions Tellus was getting at least. He knew women were supposed to be much better at pleasuring women, and had no idea she was likely cheating. It was only three fingers- he'd done that before, and he had significantly larger fingers. That wasn't really fair.

But... even so...

God. Those two bodies twining and sliding up, silky skin on the same, and little dexterous fingers and lithe limbs everywhere, lips and breasts and... and God. He pulled his finger out. As if Celeste's moans weren't aphrodisiac enough. Hot, full into it, just the wall of her pleasure. He just couldn't imagine why he wasn't in the middle of it.

Rayner slid back further onto the bed, quiet, and honestly a little resentful, but entranced. He let a hand brush about all the braid and hair, breath hot and heavy, pupils dilating as he watched. And in the pool of the silk garment there was that one distinct bump. Normally Rayner didn't play with himself. Among other things, his hands made it painful to do, and that was strong discouragement. Women might have liked them, but he couldn't.

However, he had a nice silk wrapping right now. One hand reached down and slid his fingers up and down the underside, rounding below the head through the fabric and squeezing just hard enough to slowly jerk the shaft while he watched.
 
Tellus pulled away from Celeste after a moment, puzzled by the fact that Rayner had done seemingly nothing yet to either of them. There was no doubt in her mind about her magic, but even as the redhead gazed up at her with desire hazed eyes, she glanced over at the male to see what he was doing. She smirked a little and shook her head.

"Can't decide..?", she teased, before dipping her head, to pluck at Celeste's nipples with her teeth.

Celeste let her head clear a little, it was easier when Tellus wasn't focusing on her and looked over at Rayner, and what exactly he was doing, her eyes becoming wider and wider. She'd never seen him fondle himself before and it fascinated her. After a moment, even Tellus looked up and began watching.

"Okay, I agree...that's just hot."

Leave it to Tellus to state the obvious, but Celeste nodded her agreement, tapping Tellus' ass lightly to have her get up. Tellus did so without complaint while Celeste rolled over onto her stomach, inching closer on her elbows while continuing to watch him stroke his shaft up and down through the silk robe. Once close enough, her hands slid around his legs, just playing with the flesh while her eyes were fixated on his hands and the bulge through the shaft.

Tellus however moved out of sight, but not for long, then Rayner would find one of the bindings that was attached to the foot being wrapped around his hand in a surprisingly sturdy knot. "Leave the hand free for now?" would be about the time the haze of sex in the room would clear enough for him to really pay attention to anything going on. The pheromone she excreted was much much like having a fog of desire around them. But it was dying for the moment.

Celeste nodded. "I want to watch...." It seemed to be turning her on a great deal, and she really hoped that he didn't get self conscious about it like he tended to sometimes. Then again, she knew she would. "Lay back, we've already got you." And indeed, Tellus' grasp on his wrist seemed surprisingly strong for such a petite female. And even though, she kept her eyes on him, Celeste herself moved to tie his legs once he'd shifted, both she and Tellus making sure that there was no slack, despite the differences in sizes between Celeste and Rayner. And with that done, Celeste moved up near his head and leaned in close to Rayner's ear.

"Thank you, I know you're giving up a lot of control for this...I love you." her voice was soft, but very kind and happy.
 
Rayner didn't answer at first, but watched her take the nipple in her mouth keenly, sucking his own lips in to wet them with his tongue at the sight while he kept up the motion he'd started.

He didn't quite understand the attention at first, still watching them move at each other, but he started to notice distinctly as Celeste's eyes turned into saucers and she fixated in his direction. More specifically, on his shaft. Anticipation, excitement, and the general sex-haze in his head. The hand kept it's pace, but it looked faster as he added a quarter-twist with the motion, breath tightening as he did so, and slowly worked it more and more. The commentary and absolute focus between the two of them was a headrush, practically expecting them to dive in and start licking both at once at this rate. Celeste crawled up, elbow and knee, bit by bit, and he sucked in his breath, practically tensing. It felt better for them to touch him than to touch himself, but the expectation and wandering of his mind was getting him going in this case, not the actual physical feeling- it was the icing on the cake.

"Cel......"

He murmurred, half urgently as she stopped and watched, hands playing on his legs. The extra touch help, practically electric at this point, but it was probably Celeste's utter and complete fascination that really got him going. His fingers moved- top two or bottom two shifting turns, one set squeezing a little on the upstroke, the other on the downstroke, and he sped up slightly, panting lightly while he worked and just watched Cel's face, as a little dark dot started to form at the tip of the bulge in the silk.

He stopped a moment, in surprise, as he looked up and found his other wrist suddenly wrapped in rope, giving a little tug as if he was checking how tight it was himself. The top two fingers slowly rubbed up and down the bottom of his shaft through the silk, a little idle gesture as he took in the bondage for a moment, and finally Celeste spoke.

Watch-

He groaned and returned to the earlier motion, simple shift of the tugs up and then down, chest moving with the now slightly slower again motion, a pace he could keep up and tease himself along a bit with. His eyes were dead focused on Celeste, but she was right- even as he layed back, shuddering slightly and tensing his muscles in each limb as they started to tie it, he didn't fight back but seemed to resist each just slightly, out of reflex, while the hand rose and fell. Little flashes of warning, tiny pinpricks of fear went up in his mind, but kept on course it was just turning out to increase the frantic self service for the moment.

He didn't speak, but growled slightly, turning his head against Celeste's when she spoke to him, three restrained limbs pulling slightly as he lifted his hips from the bed and started to twist his hand around hard, a 180 from top to bottom of stroke, silk twisting about with it.

He kept that up, hips airborne, for several seconds before collapsing into the mattress again, hand still moving.
 
Watching him be so frantic, Celeste had to fight a groan of her own. One of frustration. She smiled and leaned down, kissing his cheek softly before she turned her attention to his lips, her touch soft and almost reverent. She doubted he'd ever fully understand why his trust in this situation was such a turn on for her. She slid her hand along his chest as she kissed him, slowly reaching where his hand was over the robe and he caressed himself in such a frantic manner.

"Ah...love..." she whispered, putting her hand over his as if to stop it, and pried his fingers away, instead, intwining them with her fingers as she moved his arm back up the bed. Tellus may have been pure sex, but nothing compared to a woman in love. Unless he fought her, his hand would soon be above his head, even as her body moved over his chest, her still sleek body sliding down his chest, her amply moist slit proving how very turned on she was. But she still moved, her lips taking his and pressing for advantage as she moved the silk out of the way, and simply slid onto his shaft, her entrance moist but still tight enough to provide pleasure. It was during this moment of distraction that Tellus would bind Rayner's other hand. Moving to slip away quietly, sensing that Celeste wanted this moment of time alone with Rayner.

Lifting her head from his, she squirmed, pressing her sheath more securely upon Rayner's 'sword', wedging the two of them closely. Once firmly sealed, she laid her head down and rested it upon his chest, only squirming every now and then to make sure she had his attention.
 
He tried to keep his hand going- faltering and slowing pace slightly as Celeste kissed him once, and then again on the lips, gently, but with enough passion to draw him out, making soft motions of his lips as his chest rose high and fell, her hand tracing a line of lightning down his skin, tingling pleasantly. Rayner didn't understand what was going on in her mind, but he reacted to the honesty in the touch simply, and reciprocated. It was a little strange; funny, to have such an intimate moment, entirely unexpectedly, while someone watched. He'd forgotten, for the moment.

His fingers stopped, spreading, though his hand stayed for a moment until Celeste's own closed around his hand, and slowly guided it up above his head. He didn't fight it even a bit this time, not so much as the instinctual tightening of his muscles as the animal part of his mind wished to probe for escape just as much as it wanted to focus on Celeste.

She controlled everything like this- between his pace and the bondage. The pace, the tone, the slow motion of his lips, following her lead and gently giving back, a tiny sound of pleasure in his throat as the growls and groaning died away into something gentler.

Celeste pressed herself down without warning, and for the second, he just let loose, lips still in a moan into hers before he found pace again.

The panic might have been gone, but his eyes were as heavy with sex in a much less frantic way, a sultry smooth lust that tied itself into patterns of beauty with the swell of emotions that came up from him, rather than just playing on it's pure base strength. His eyes were just vaguely unfocused; lost on all but Celeste as she sat up and pressed herself down, earning a rise for a moment as with one long fluttering breath he pulled hard- but not fast- with each of his limbs, hips and chest rising as he pulled the ropes tight as they'd go, bunching muscles and lifting Celeste from the bed, before he settled down in again.

There wasn't much to describe what she did after. It wasn't sex as expected. She just lay still, wrapped over him, and laid gently against him, except to now and again move her body slightly, twisting and shifting her walls around him. It was such a tiny motion, but in the long pauses, a quiet tension built and each came like a waterfall of sensation over him, washing across his body with a sharp breath and a sigh, letting her rest against him.

"I love you, Celeste."

Once, low and half whispered.

It was the only thing he'd say all the while.
 
She sighed softly, those words meant so much to her; she wondered if Rayner really understood how much it made her heart soar to hear them. Not just the words, but the thought that went behind them. He said it so easily, when before he would have stumbled over them, and ended up with an adult version of "Heuh yuck, I like you", complete with dopey, but lovable grin. She let herself savor it for a moment before she lifted her head, sliding her body up and then down again, the motion as soft as a whisper as she lifted her head and looked at him.

"You're amazing..." she had her own dopey grin just then, "and I'm not sure I like this idea any more..." She shook her head, and stretched upwards, her breasts dangling just out of reach of his mouth while she began untying the knots. With Tellus here, it had sounded like fun, but she'd forgotten how much she enjoyed him touching her. The only downside was that as she moved, she slid off of Rayner's body, the thick shaft slipping from beneath her tight sheath. But soon enough, his hands were free to do as he wished..

"Much better", she decided, satisfied with her work. Really, as amusing of an idea as it had been, not to be touched by him would have driven her battier than him.
 
"Mmmm-"

He had no idea what she meant by amazing, as head calmed down to speed. He wasn't doing anything- he could have been moving his hips, about all he could move in this position, but he was just laying flat, a platform for her to work the little tiny touches of magic on. And now that he was along with her, Celeste slowly moving very softly up and down, the faintest hint of a riding motion, somehow, it came unbidden to his mind and stuck there. All he could think about was him resting inside her, still and comfortable, held gently tight and safe, touched in pleasure. And when it was over, there'd still be a bit of him within her. Of course, that was generally the outcome, but in an entirely different way.

He smiled, not quite as dopey as her- but he managed a little bit- and half closed his eyes, humming a slow sound as she slid up him, dangling breasts above his face. But the sound of frustration he made was more about the sudden cold on the head of his shaft, as it came loose and smacked against hist stomach. He might not have been going wild as before, but he was rigidly hard all the same.

When the first wrist came free he put it to the bed, clenching and unclenching his fist, letting out a breath like a weight had been taken off his back. The wrist sunk into the bed while he worked it, pushing his head up just a bit, lips gently closing around a nipple- his teeth pinching the very tip gently and pulling, only a little, not much more he could get away with at such a tenuous hold, and sucked gently.

That, too, would be different in a time- a very different kind of play.

He could have sat up further and explored, but it was really very awkward with his other arm tied up, so he only busied himself there until she let it loose-

And Rayner removed the wrist, letting himself slip flat to his back again. And the first thing he did with his returned freedom was to reach up and lay a palm on either of Celeste's cheeks, guiding her gently down so he could kiss her again.

His shaft being loose was still a problem, but that was for her to fix.

"It is," he said when it was finally time to stop for a breath before they got too short of it or red in the face.

"Maybe we can give it another chance later though. Right now-"

He clenched his stomach, sitting up far enough on that alone to give her a little kiss, and quickly after changed his mind and laid back down. He was flexible enough to manage to sit upright with his legs pulled out like that, but it was a little more uncomfortable than he cared to settle with. And there was nothing wrong with laying like this either.
 
"Later", she agreed leaning down to kiss him again, both of her hands cupped around his face. Just the sight of him swelled her with love. Maybe it was just the romantic in her, but he'd come for her when as far as she'd known, he had no idea that she'd gone anywhere. He was just so amazingly precious to her. Each kiss become a promise to be as good for him as he was for her, even if that eventually meant giving him up. But she would not do so just yet.

Smiling softly, she began to slid back down again, the tip of his shaft catching against one of her thighs. Wiggling her ass, she managed to place it at the very edge of her entrance before she paused and looked him straight in the eyes as she slid back down, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as she felt him pushing against the wall of her pussy. It was odd though, she was tighter than before, but she often was if they managed a second go after a first orgasm. Which she'd had. Ah, it felt good.

"Did you really like fucking Tellus in the ass that much?" Yes, she was talking, during sex. Making it light and playful, even while it was so intense. She squirmed against his shaft, it was obvious that it had turned her own. Maybe she was laying the ground work, it was hard to tell, but it surely wouldn't be an easy question for Rayner to dart around. There was a faint groan from the bathroom, but Celeste didn't seem to hear it.

"I don't believe this..." Tellus muttered, grateful that neither of them should be able to hear her. No matter that she couldn't shut them off and was trying to give them a moment or two of intimacy. She was being good and the silly redhead was bringing another woman into the matter? Dear gods, she really couldn't let anyone close, could she?
 
Her eyes fluttered, and Kael's chest heaved a moment, grunting and letting his muscles writhe for just a moment. And hell, he could do that stuff without his hands most of the time, but something about Celeste just squirming on down and slipping on was sexy. Tellus had apparently had a lot of practice. But sometimes he forgot a little bit just how much Celeste had too, what with her tendency for growing far more shy than she had any need to be.

He groaned and stretched his back, smiling up at her and- wait, what?

"I- Celeste-!"

He wasn't going to be able to talk about that seriously right now. He couldn't even think around it without imagining himself stuttering a bit, but god, she was wriggling just thinking about it? Apparently he needed to just dominate other women for her more often, if Celeste was going to get wet just thinking about it afterwards, and come to him sexy and smiling. No, compose himself. If she was that turned on, he could work with it.

He forced himself, turning his grin more furtive, lidding his eyes just a bit and caressing her sides.

"I did. But let's talk about that..."

He kissed her and then gently pushed her body up, forcing her to sit upright far enough until he could let his hand slide down and get his thumb over her clit, and forced his hips upward-

"...later,"

It came with a grunt as he started to rapidly thrust his hips up, keeping her elevated off the bed and making rapid, shallow strokes. If she were leaned forward enough he'd count on her to balance herself and cup her face, making her look at him or kiss him while he did it. If she wasn't, he'd have to put the other on her hip to help keep her in the right place. Wasn't a total loss though. She'd get to watch his muscles ripple, bulge, tighten, loosen, as they worked to bounce her weight, and he'd get to watch what it did to her breasts.

If she were so kind as to find a way to use her legs or hands to take the weight off him, forward or not, it'd mean he could do it a lot longer of course. Repeatedly catching her weight and pushing it up again, with his legs tied down so they couldn't bend as much as he wanted, would tire even him quickly.

He'd just keep up until it turned into a pain to keep up or she stopped him, and chuckle a little as he let her down, still rubbing her clit and fondly letting a hand run over her front.
 
One eyebrow arched, he didn't think he was going to get--Oh! Her eyes widened as she was pushed back to a sitting position, and Rayner wasted no time before applying his rough fingers to her clit. She grabbed his shoulders with her fingers as she leaned forward, the nails digging in while she trying to keep from just sailing over the edge. Her legs were actually braced against the bed, so he wouldn't have the entirety of her weight on his lap, and it was providing just enough room for him to thrust and lift her just a little.

"Rayner....", she whimpered, forgetting that there was someone else in the room or at least close enough to hear. In truth, the positioning was perfect. She leaned forward to smother her own cries of pleasure against his lips even as she rocked back against him. She couldn't have stopped herself if she wanted to. With him thrusting in and out, and his finger on her clit giving it the extra bit of stimulation, she practically flew over the orgasm, her scream being swallowed by his kiss, even while her nails dug holes in his back. Not only had she not been expecting to fall into another orgasm that quickly, she hadn't been expecting one that powerful. Well, consider her distracted.
 
He couldn't help but growl as her nails dug in, first a sting of pain tying up the experience for him around all the other sensations flying through him. It was easy enough with her helping with her wait, and her rapid reaction and the nails just drove him on, pulling through and keeping up the breakneck pace of tight, tiny motions.

Rayner swallowed her sounds with pleasure, writing just slightly and holding her head in tight, and let her move against him, taking it all in. It was a good place, and even at this pace, he was determined to keep it up. That far from changed when he felt his throat and teeth practically ring with the rise of sound from her and growled as her sex reacted. And of course, no less importantly, her nails drew blood. It was a delicous pain, and meant he was doing something very, very right.

He meant to draw out her orgasm as long as possible, an attempt he always made when he had the presence of mind. Maybe something he'd move away from if he ever learned a trick to rapid multiple orgasms instead, if it required him to focus on the latter instead of the former, rather than with, but as was he had the cocky pride- and track record- to aim for a second before he let himself get too carried away.

Granted, he'd made three with Tellus and Celeste earlier, which generally made him consider something among his finest performances, but he'd had help there.

He kept up the rapidfire thrusting even past the orgasm, however, grunting sounds of effort in his throat as it slowly became arduous, before he finally let himself collapse to the bed, bouncing the mattress.

If Celeste had stopped kissing him, he'd make her come down again and stay at least a moment.

"Mmm,"

He could still lift his hips, but after that rush, he was content to rock against her in slow, fuller motions that didn't require so much energy.
 
Her body trembled with the orgasm, but he'd find her nails still digging into his back and drawing blood as he pushed her over into a second orgasm, and then a third. He wasn't going anywhere as her entire body trembled, and she collapsed atop him, unable to move anymore and they both fell down. But even his gentle rocking was too much, and as he moved against her slowly,she flinched at the lightest of touches, whimpering pitifully even as her body clutched at his almost jerking his shaft with each tremble. It was an impressive feat to be sure, but it was one that Celeste wasn't even remotely prepared for and her bloody nails drew back over his shoulder and down his chest, each flinch causing a new mark on his torso.

"Too...much...hurts...", she finally managed to whimper. Without Tellus' aura filling the room, her own body's natural reaction to things was kicking in, as well as her natural limitations, although Rayner's would not be due to a bit of direct interference.
 
He thought it was done, and he only meant to carry on a bit-

But then, just as suddenly, Celeste's trembling and shaking came back, but worse, her whole body reacting more violently, and progressively tighter. He reacted noticeably, louder and gritting more to keep it up instead of just letting his eyes roll make and enjoying it. He adored the nails on his chest, digging in and leaving trails of blood from his shoulders, but then it stopped again. And within a moment, yet again before he'd end, she started over once more, taking the whole thing to an entirely new extreme.

He slowed down as she seemed to peter off sharply. But no sooner did he than the whimpering and clutching continued, and he looked at Celeste curiously.

"-hurt?"

Not loud, but with urgency, he stopped almost the instant she gave the complaint, laying still and very gently cupping her cheek.

"Hey, Cel... Cel, are you alright?"

He'd be gentle as he could manage until she seemed to recover for the most part at which he'd indulge a little curiosity.

"Was that... three orgasms?"
 
She didn't say anything beyond a whimper, but he'd feel her hair on his chest moving with her head as she nodded affirmation for him. It had felt so very good...until it had felt so very bad, as if..

She finally found her voice, but it was a bit squeaky as she spoke. "It was wonderful for about ten seconds...Imagine a chorus of angels ...suddenly turning into your friend Athan throwing a kick into your stomach repeatedly..." Her voice was also weak as if she was tired, perhaps weary of trying to keep upright without upchucking. She still hadn't even moved, almost as if she was afraid to move for it hurting again.

"No offense, but can I give you an IOU?"

Tellus had noted the change and peeked her head out of the bathroom, only to witness this little discussion. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she headed over to the kitchen to try and fix Celeste something to calm her stomach down.
 
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