Coye 4.22

Chapter 22 - Elysium

When Coye awoke the following morning, he did it to a picture-perfect scene evocative of the rest of his life from that point onward. Sunlight poured through the open curtains of his quaint, humble little home. He began to stir as the light continued brightening, and he discovered his face was shoved into Suzette's comfortable chest pillows. Coye smiled and nuzzled into them for a brief period, resisting the temptation to do more than that.

He then carefully stretched out in bed, doing his best not to disturb anyone else. Turning over on his opposite side, an unexpected sight awaited the boy. Byng's bare ass was right there, a few inches away from his face in all its big, jiggling glory. Coye wondered how that might've happened, but it didn't take long to remember how much she moved around at night. Her torso slumped over the edge of the bed, threatening to fall off.

Coye didn't know whether to pull Byng up now and risk waking her or leave her to her fate, so he looked around for Shayla instead. Worry started to overtake him until he finally noticed she was closer than he realized. Shayla had been sleeping on the headboard, laying on a collection of pillows and blankets she'd crafted for herself. Coye smiled. All three of them looked so pretty early in the morning, although on Byng's part, it was mostly an assumption given that all Coye could see was ass.

Was it possible to be any happier than he was right then? It seemed doubtful. Beautiful girls whom he loved with all his heart surrounded Coye at every angle. His body felt fresh, rejuvenated and free of temptation. His lust was a distant concern now that he'd been sated. If absolute bliss existed in this earthly Realm, Coye believed he may have just tasted it.

And then Byng started tumbling off the bed.

"Shit-" Coye sat up in a hurry, grabbing Byng by the midsection before she could fall headfirst into an unwelcome awakening.

Byng allowed him to pull her back up, though the night's activities made her even less of a morning person than she already was. She mumbled something or other as Coye positioned her to sit upright on his lap, her eyes shut tight as she reclined into the boy's chest. Coye hugged her tight from behind, nuzzling into the nape of Byng's neck, all while the girl remained blissfully ignorant of the happiness she brought him.

He was smiling ear to ear as Suzette started stretching out behind him. She rose and tossed her curly hair over her shoulder, the blanket falling off her chest and exposing her bare bosoms. The light hit her in a way that made Suzette look like the subject of a classical painting. She looked at her lover and then smiled at him gently.

"Darling? Don't tell me you're at it again already, are you?" She asked him with a yawn.

Coye turned around while keeping a grip on Byng, ensuring she didn't fall from his lap. "No," he shook his head. "Byng moves around a lot in her sleep. She was about to fall a second ago, so-"

"No, wasn't..." the half-awake Gengaggi slurred.

"I caught her and pulled her up." Coye giggled at the cuteness of his sleepy lover.

"My, how chivalrous of you," Suzette teased. "She actually woke me up a couple of times with all of her shifting around, so I'm well aware of what you mean."

"She also snores," Shayla announced her awakened status from her impromptu bed. "But I took care of that before anyone noticed. Simmer down, simmer down. You can all thank me later." She said, just as catty as ever, even in the early morning.

"Don't snore either!" Byng kicked her foot into the empty air before it fell limply on the bed.

Even though he wanted to continue cuddling with her, Coye laid Byng across the foot of the bed, where she could continue to rest if she so desired. He then faced Suzette and Shayla, greeting them with a wholesome smile that lit up the room brighter than the sunlight creeping in. "Good morning, everyone."

Byng pulled the blanket over her eyes and grumbled, "Mornogh..."

"Hey, baby..." Shayla scratched her head and fiddled with her short, messy hair for a moment before snapping her fingers and throwing on a casual dress that looked like an oversized T-shirt. It was too early to pick out what she was going to wear for the day, so she opted for something simple in the meantime.

"Good morning, Darling," Suzette extended her arms to the boy, and he took the hint, scooting close enough for her to embrace him and give him a kiss on the lips. "How are you feeling today? Better, by any chance?"

"Yeah. A lot better, actually."

"Well, you certainly look it," Suzette reached out to his face and cupped his cheek. "You're positively radiant today, my dear."

Coye blushed. "What do you mean?"

"Surely I'm not the only one who sees it?" The older woman tilted her head and looked over at Shayla. "Doesn't he look a little different to you, dear?"

"He just fucked three hot chicks on and off all night. Of course he's just brimming with youthful energy." The Pixie teased.

Coye scratched at his head, unaware that he really was looking more charming than ever. His blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the morning light, his golden hair, perfect, and his flawless skin beautiful despite the long night spent sweating.

The most significant difference had to be his mood. Whenever Coye was happy, he tended to express it through meek smiles and lots of blushing. Today, his composure was calmer. The smile on his face was less shy- brighter and more genuine, too. Like all was right in the world, and Coye knew it better than anyone else.

"I'm not sure what you guys are on about, but if there's anything different about today, it's that I have all of you here with me. If I look happier or, um, cuter... well, it's probably because I got to wake up next to each of you. I didn't know sleeping together like this would be so amazing, and I'm not even talking about the sex!"

Suzette and Shayla both hung on his words, sensing his passion and appreciation for them. It was too much. Suzette lit up like a fire, and Shayla looked in the opposite direction. At the foot of the bed, Byng stirred and started making irritated noises, culminating in a complete sentence.

"Ugh, is he seriously starting the day off by saying tons of cute shit...?"

"Of course he is," Shayla turned her up nose at the boy, still acting a shade sassier than she usually did in the morning. "Don't let him fool you, though! That little pervert is just happy he got laid."

"It's not just that!" Coye pouted and hung his head. "I'm serious. I've... I've never felt so happy before in-"

"Hoooold on a second," Byng groaned, forcing herself to sit up. She opened her eyelids and gazed sluggishly around her surroundings. The look on her face told Coye she didn't even remember where she was, but that was to be expected, and recollection would find her sooner or later.

After a point, Byng gave up on sitting upright. She collapsed backward onto Suzette's lap, resting her head on the older woman's thighs. Coye correctly assumed this move was undoubtedly on purpose. Byng yawned, nuzzling the back of her head into her friend like a cat might.

She was lucky that Suzette found her morning routine to be rather adorable in its own right. Suzette couldn't help her maternal instincts, her hand soon finding the younger girl's head where she started to stroke and caress Byng's scalp. Gone was the washed, uncurled hair Byng left the bathhouse with yesterday. All of Byng's impossible, upwards-facing curls had re-materialized as she slept, her hair as wild as the day they met. At least it was much shinier and healthier looking.

"Okay," Byng finalized her transformation by purring at Suzette's touch. "You can continue on with your adorable little rant, short-stuff."

Coye stifled a laugh. "There's not much to say. At least nothing I haven't said already. It's just... this," he gestured at the three of them and the house in general. "Everything about this is perfect. I wish I was better at words so I could explain the way I feel, but I hope I got even a fraction of it across."

"Pretty sure I get the picture, gahaha..."

"As do I. You're too sweet, Darling."

"Way too sweet. I think I'm gonna throw up!" Shayla faked a gag, which proved to be the last act of readiness Coye could take that morning.

Frowning, the boy reached over to the headboard and surprised his Pixie by grabbing her by the shirt and lifting her into the air. "What's going on with you, Shayla? Are you getting all jealous again?"

Shayla was shocked he would so blatantly manhandle her tiny body like so. Her face filled with flush as she started flailing her limbs like a child, stammering, "W-What do you think you're doing, you big dumb oaf! Put me down, dammit! Hmph! And what the fuck are you on about, jealous? Why would I be jealous! It's... it's not like I'm pissed or anything that you cuddled with everyone all night except for me...!"

Somehow, Coye was almost certain that was the case. Shayla's little pile of pillows sure didn't look as comfortable as his new mattress. He had to make it up to her somehow, and luckily, he had just the idea. Coye brought the girl level with his lips and then pressed forward, giving her an adorable kiss to start her day. When Coye pulled his lips back, Shayla's blush began to spread throughout her entire body.

"Better now?" He asked with an innocent smile.

"I... guess that's a start, yeah..." satisfied by the sudden turn of events, Shayla was allowed to fly free. She hovered back to her cushions on the headboard, mumbling about how she would have to add pockets to the rest of his nightshirts or perhaps craft some sort of pouch he could wear like a necklace during sleep.

Coye loved to see her act like this, but Byng wasn't about to be outdone by Shayla's cuteness. She spread out her arms and wiggled them at Coye, signaling to the boy where he was needed. "Me next," she commanded.

"I was getting to it," the boy laughed and leaned down so Byng could hug him and pull him into a kiss. It was chaste, or at least as chaste as Byng was capable of. There may have been a little tongue mixed in, but nobody was going to complain over that.

Once Byng let her prey go, he lifted up his head which was now level with Suzette. All she did was give him a motherly smile, but her eyes conveyed her interest in the boy. Coye didn't need to be asked to let her in on the fun. He gave his last kiss of the morning to Suzette, who was pleased as could be.

She didn't skip a beat before moving on with their day, though. As soon as their expression of affection was over, Suzette asked, "While I'm sure there's a strong argument for lying around in bed flirting all day, would anyone like some breakfast? I'm eager to get up and get going."

"But what if I want to lie in bed and flirt?" Coye teased.

Rolling her eyes, Suzette condescendingly pinched Coye's cheek. "Another day, Darling. Or have you conveniently forgotten your promise to visit your Guild's Healer today?"

"Um," Coye's good mood took a substantial hit from that sucker punch. "Actually, yeah... I did sort of forget."

"No wonder," Shayla laughed. "After the crazy shit you pulled last night, I'm still a little surprised you woke up at all!"

The boy blushed and looked around in confusion. "W-What's that supposed to mean?"

Byng was joining the waking world more every moment, and now she had enough energy to pull herself up and recline against Suzette. Perhaps too conveniently, her head was now nuzzled perfectly between her friend's large and welcoming breasts.

"How much of last night do you even remember?" Byng weakly cackled. "Because you got preeeetty fucking wild, short-stuff."

"So wild that I had to heal everyone up by the time you were done with them," Shayla shrugged. "You barbarian."

"It can't have been that bad?" Coye struggled to remember, only to draw blank after blank. "Everything is kind of a blur after I woke up and gave everyone a second round..."

"You went straight back to bed after finishing that, but things didn't end there. There was a third and fourth round later in the night after you rested a while longer." There was a grimness to Suzette's voice, causing Coye to consider the implications.

"Wait... but if I gave all three of you four rounds, and that's not even counting the titfuck, then that would mean..."

"No one here was keeping track, but yeah. You came thirteen times last night, baby, at the very least!" Shayla sounded like she was almost proud.

"Which is exactly why you need to see a healer," Suzette told him firmly.

His heart pounding fast and his face red, Coye looked off to the side. "I'm sure that lots of guys can cum-"

"Darling," Suzette interjected like the Slash of a knife. "You are not that naive. Not only did you ejaculate more than should be possible, but you also did so without..." Suzette paused, still a little unused to talking about sexual situations. "Drying up? Does that make sense? I'm trying to say that every shot was just as thick as your first."

Byng jokingly patted her hand on Coye's shoulder, teasing, "Back home, no one would be making you see a Healer over anything like that. They'd be singing songs about you! Gahaha!"

The joke did help ease him somewhat, but Coye still hung his head and resigned. "Alright, alright. I'll go."

"Good to hear," Suzette was satisfied by this, and she moved to the edge of the bed. A thought prevented her from going off to make breakfast. "Why are you so hesitant over seeing this Healer, anyway? Every time I've insisted, you've been evasive as could be."

"I'm not his biggest fan," Coye admitted. "I've had to see him a bunch because of my job, but he kind of creeps me out, honestly. I'm also afraid that... I don't know. He might somehow catch on to Shayla?"

The Pixie gulped. "You think you're worried about that? Get in line!"

Coye nodded. "Eschal is also pretty expensive, but he's good at his job. It's complicated. I don't want to see him, but I wouldn't want to see any other Healer, either."

"I've seen him a couple of times, too," Byng tilted her head. "He's not that bad. Just weird. You know you're not the best judge of character, right short-stuff?"

That made the boy pause for thought. "Sure, it might be that I'm just judgmental..." his initial impressions of other people had been proven wrong multiple times in the last two weeks. Coye had to concede that maybe he'd also gotten the wrong idea about Eschal.

The last push surprisingly came from Shayla. "Look, baby. I'm not thrilled about this, either. But it's not something we can just wiggle out of. I hate it, but I understand why Suzette is concerned, and we really should take care of it now so we can confirm that the changes happening to your body are perfectly natural and in no way, shape, or form of my fault."

Suzette held back the urge to express her doubts while Coye shrugged his shoulders and said, "I already said I would. Let's get on with it."

"Wonderful," Suzette smiled as she stood up toward the wardrobe, where it turned out she'd stashed a satin robe.

"What, no naked apron?" Shayla sounded almost offended.

"Ah, yes..." The older woman's voice took on a dreamy quality, suggesting she was anything but averse to the idea. "I've read about that. Not today. That would sort of undermine the point of Darling seeing a Healer over his sexual condition, wouldn't it?"

Coye tilted his head. "Naked apron?"

"You'll find out someday, short-stuff," Byng smirked. Even Grurguhrohkan culture had an equivalent to the concept- such was the power of a woman wearing nothing but the means to prepare food for her man.

"Did you want to help me with breakfast, dear?" Suzette turned to her still sleepy friend as she drew the silky sash around her waist and tied it into a bow.

"Gonna be totally honest, Suz. You're on your own for this one. I'm worthless for, like, at least a half hour after waking up. Sometimes more."

"Not a problem," Suzette assured the girl before strutting off to the kitchen, humming a gentle tune as she opened up the cabinets and looked over the options she had to work with.

It was then that Shayla got down from her pile of pillows and flew down to Coye's shoulder. She threw her legs over the edge, holding herself in place with her hands. "So," Shayla sighed. "What exactly are you gonna tell this guy, baby? It might be good if we run through your story."

"Nothing that's going to reveal you, obviously. You wouldn't be against me saying I met a Pixie in the woods, would you? If it comes up somehow."

Shayla nodded with hesitation. "Yeah, I imagine you'll have to tell some version of the truth... I'm not stupid. Just worried. About a lot of things, actually."

"Like what?" Byng scooted in closer, inviting herself onto Coye's lap as he took over scalp massage duties. That was fine by him. Byng was cute when she purred.

"What do you think?" Shayla laughed uncomfortably. "I'm worried about being exposed, sure, but there's also the thing I just joked about a minute ago. I don't want to find out I really am fucking you up without even meaning to, baby. If we see the Healer, we might find out your condition is even worse than we thought..."

"It won't be," Coye denied.

"Yeah? And what makes you such an expert on the topic, huh?"

"I'm an expert because it's happening to my body, no one else's. Besides needing to get drained and my increased sensitivity to the woods, I feel better than ever. I'm super happy, I feel confident, I have tons of sexual stamina, and everything else in life just keeps falling into place. Hell, even the being drained thing isn't so bad. It hurts, but-"

"Are you seriously about to say it hurts in a good way?" Shayla raised an eyebrow at the little pervert.

Coye blushed and hung his head. "It gets sore all over down there, but... I'm also more sensitive, and the relief feels amazing on top of the soreness when I finally let it all out after a couple of days."

"Oh yeah?" Byng grinned wide, showing off her full array of sharp teeth. "We should try not having sex for three days in a row next time. I bet that would be fun! Gahaha!"

Coye gulped. He wasn't a fan of the 'not having sex' part it took to get him into that frenzied state. Though the thought intrigued him, he wasn't about to intentionally go out of his way to test what would happen. Now that his life was so full of sex, Coye knew that, ideally, he didn't want to go a day without it ever again.

"Fun? Maybe. Equal chance that his dick might just fall off, though." Shayla snickered.

Coye shivered and cringed, his eyes opening wide. It seemed like he finally found something that terrified him more than his own longevity. Luckily, he didn't have to dwell on it for very long. Suzette was just about done with their light breakfast, and she called them out of bed in no time at all.