Chapter 48.2

Distracted, I motioned to Jax.  The exercise had made me a tad peckish myself and, especially with those heals earlier, I felt a need for a pick-me-up.

She stepped forward with a confident sway, then paused within easy reach, ready for whatever I might like to do with her.

I smirked before reaching up to give one of her perky nipples a solid thump.  She trembled for a few moments while pain and heady waves of pleasure warred over her features, but she made no move to shield her chest.  If anything, she only presented herself more fully.  However, despite being the originator of that little fetish, I was not one for sadism.  That had only ever been a trait intended to help her fight better.  So I left it at that.

Instead, I simply dragged a finger through her freshly engorged flesh and brought it to my lips.  The potent whiskey-spice flavor I discovered there had experienced no lapse at all in potency.  If anything, the Life was stronger than ever.

Maybe there was some credence to the notion of it being tied to their Energy levels.  Though, that it should be stronger now, after having walked for over an hour?  Emotions must have been a fairly potent Energy source.  Unless she was pushed to the limit, just being in the proximity of others would sustain her indefinitely.

Lynnria’s rhythmic action abruptly halted as she was overcome by a bout of shivering.  “Whistling—”  She swallowed, then cast a furtive glance at the peanut gallery before refocusing on me.  “W-what did you just do?  It tastes so much better now!”

“Course it do, pet,” Jax said with an affectionate little scratch behind Lynnria’s elongated ear.  Which she leaned into.  A bit.  “There be more Life in him.”

“There is?  How?  When?”

She grinned.  “Easy to lose yer ownself down there, ain’t it?  How do ye think?”

Lynnria looked between us uncertainly for a moment before the draw of my erection inevitably pulled her lips to the side.

“Here,” Jax said abruptly, pulling it away—to Lynnria’s moan of protest.  With a wicked grin on her face, she turned me to face her then straddled my length.

While she worked her ever-moistened lips over me, I quirked an eyebrow.  Not that I minded the softness of Jax’s body pressing against me—or any of the rest of it, frankly—but this little session was supposed to just be a quick snack for Lynnria.  Jax was anything but hungry.

“Aren’t we being a tad greedy?” I asked.

She winked at me.

“That’ll do, I’m thinking.”  She stepped back and turned me to face Lynnria again.  “Now try it.”

On seeing the clear fluid now liberally coating my manhood, Lynnria’s expression immediately flashed to one of horror and revulsion.  You would have thought Jax had just dumped a bucket of ketchup over a prime rib.  However, the draw of what laid beneath was too great for her to resist for long, and she began to hesitatingly attempt to wipe it off.

Then the happiness I was exuding from my pores hit her again.  I suppose she forgot what was bothering her after that and simply dove back in.  From her pleased gurgling noises, the flavor was not so wretched as she had been expecting.

“Okay, that’s done.  Now, per your request, I have put together a few—oh.” Mia’s untimely reentry to the conversation was cut short as soon as it began.  “Perhaps this is a bad time?”

“It’s just a quickie,” Arx explained after a moment.

Jax’s addition to the proceedings had unexpectedly turned up the dial on Lynnria’s enthusiasm, so I was having a little trouble with things like words.

“What was ye doing in there, anyway?” the redhead asked.  “Ye was gone so long, we near on forgot about ye.”

“I would have been done a lot faster if someone hadn’t started—slapping my tit—”  She pulled away for a moment to let the tics out of her system before continuing like nothing had happened.  “Hadn’t started casting spells with absolutely no warning.  And anyway, there is no use asking questions you have no hope of understanding the answers to.”

Jax sniffed.  “Ye ain’t gotta tell us all the fiddly bits.  Just sum it up.”

“Sum it up?  Do you have any idea what a base-centered orthorhombic light-fractal is?  Informational exchange through energy dimensions?  M-plane anchoring?”

A glazed look passed over Jax’s eyes, and she turned to Arx—who shrugged with some exaggeration.

“Sum it up… like we’re complete idiots?” my second suggested.

Mia sighed.  “Fine.  We have caused a… a thing to… sprout?  Something vaguely like a root, I suppose.  From Lynnria’s Core.”

“Like that tree in my dream?” Arx asked.

“Yes, like that—dick in my—”  She pulled away again for more ticking.  “Yes.  Similar… at least figuratively.  Though there are differences.  The specifics of which are too complex to get into.  However, per my initial theories, it has resulted in a connection which should allow her to manifest her skills in the same way as you two.”

Jax twirled a claw in front of her.  “That being…?”

“Without incantations?” Arx supplied.

“Oh~” Mia purred.  “Yes, indeed.  It is rather pleasant when you answer your own questions.”

Speaking of pleasant, it was about then that ‘snack-time’ was coming to a head, and the conversation had to wait until its participants finished howling and grunting like a couple of wild animals.  Not that anyone minded overmuch.

“Hoo… okay, then,” I said breathlessly.  “Feeling better, Lynnria?”

It took her a few seconds to respond as she was desperately trying not to let any of her hard-won spoils go to waste—and she seemed to be crying a little—but she nodded.

“Good…. Good.”  I glanced toward our audience.  “That is the good kind of crying, right?”

They also nodded.  In perfect unison.

Hmm… One day, I was going to need to learn to tell the difference, but the concept of crying for joy was just so foreign to me.  I could scarcely imagine being so overcome that you had to break down into tears.

For a moment, I pursued the idea that I ought to give Lynnria an admittedly well-earned kiss just to get a better feel for her mental state.  I knew she would appreciate it—probably even because of my motives.  But from the way she was licking her fingers, she seemed a little busy.

“Cool,” I said instead.  Then winced.  Man.  Why do you gotta be so awkward?  Quick.  Change the subject… “You had some sort of ability for us to look at, Mia?”

“A few, yesssnnnah~”  She took a few heavy breaths of her own.  “Lord sovereign… please, be merciful.  You held that spell so long earlier.”

I grimaced.  “Sorry.  That reminds me, though…  My spells are supposed to provide some sort of emotional influence on my companions, but when I cast your levitation on Arx earlier, she got all freaked out and sick at her stomach.”

“‘Snails, Dearest… you didn’t have to tell her about it,” Arx protested.