Chapter 44.4

I restrained my smirk.  Bravado was the shield of the ignorant, but to rip it away too suddenly would teach her nothing.  My right arm lifted with a smooth purpose, graceful as it was slow, and with a calculated gesture, I allowed the third finger on my hand to just graze the skin above her knee.

She jerked as though slashed from a blade fresh from the forge, the move accompanied by a renewed chorus of moans from all sides.  I waited until just before she had regained control of herself before striking again.  And then again, much sooner than before.  This time a long and smooth caress up the side of her thigh.

Her body twisted uncontrollably as unbelievable pleasure mounted within her, rising as I neared her center, and all from nothing more than a simple touch.  A brush against her skin.  If she had any doubts about the quality of the meal before her, she was being thoroughly disabused of them now.

But we had barely even gotten to the appetizers.

Suddenly impatient, I grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to me, ripping a guttural howl from her lungs.  Then I took the drawstring of her panties in hand and, with a quick tug, flung the garment away.  There I paused, waiting for her to come back to herself.

One only ever got one first time.  I wanted hers to be something she was at least capable of remembering.

I took that handful of seconds to gaze upon my conquest.  Her cleft was as puffy and swollen as any I had ever seen.  Her fluids were already oozing from her in a near continuous stream, and I could see the rhythm of her heartbeat playing out along the contours of her lips.  Opening and closing.  Letting me see brief glimpses of the pink within.

My mouth began to water in earnest.  She hardly needed any more foreplay, but… perhaps one quick taste.  Just for curiosity’s sake.

I knelt down, but before I touched her, I switching the Hammer to only bring comfort.  Then I smoothly encircled her thighs with my arms.  She seemed to sigh into my embrace.  The tension that had been mounting within her every muscle gave way, relaxing to the point of bonelessness in my arms.

“Hands preserve me,” she moaned faintly.  “I never dreamed it could be feel so wonderful.  How are you so good at this?”

Good?  I had barely even started.  Everything so far was mostly just me playing around.  Then again…

“I get a lot of practice,” I admitted wryly.

If she had thought to say anything else, I would never know.  Without any more warning than that, I slapped my tongue against her mound and dragged it with excruciating slowness up and into her, allowing it to dance and wriggle its way through—and pumping every ounce of pleasure I could into her.

Her claws instantly slammed into the mattress where it pierced through the lining and into the fluff beneath.  There she held, clutching away as though we were again caught in the reversed-gravity trap.  Her back arched in kind, helplessly thrust up and into the air by the force of her own orgasmic spasming.  And again, her breathing locked up.  Only the occasional choking gasp could be heard from her tortured lungs.

One single lick done, I let her loose and stood.

While I watched her coming down from the sudden maelstrom I had unleashed through her body, I considered the tasting notes of her femininity… strange a thought as that was.  Hers was a dry flavor—as in the opposite of sweet—and very unlike my two lilim.  Which is not to say it was unpleasant, but it also did not taste like food.  More like… sawdust?  I nodded as I ran my tongue over the roof of my mouth.  There was an earthiness to her.  And with just a hint of smoke.  Like a mescal, perhaps.

Hmm, another one like alcohol.  Is that a thing with women?

I discarded that thought almost immediately.  Arx tasted like fruit and cream, not some high-proof spirit.  But then… she had originated from an entirely different kind than Jax and Lynnria.

I expelled a puff of air through my nose.  Wouldn’t that be interesting.  I would need to expand my sample size to confirm it, but if the different species also trended toward different flavor profiles… well, that would give me some motivation toward maintaining a diverse stable, at least.

Not that I cared over much for thinking of women that way, but who knew what the future might hold?

In any case, Lynnria’s flavor was terribly underdeveloped.  If there was any Life in it at all, it was barely detectable.  Less even than a spritz of aperol on the side of the glass.  Which was a bit disappointing, but not unexpected.  She had only been a lesser Dolilim for a couple of hours and starved out of her mind not fifteen minutes ago.  I would need to give her some time before passing judgment.

About then, I felt a touch on my leg and, when I glanced down, I found Jax there.  On her hands and knees like a supplicant.

“Take her,” she crooned softly, before running her tongue along the back of my knee.  “Slack yer desire.  Let me feel it, my master.”

“No!” Arx shouted tremulously.  She was holding her hand out toward me like she wanted to approach but seemed too weak to stand.  “Make her beg?  Please?”

I smiled gently, and for a moment, I stroked the top of Jax’s head, running my fingers along the ridges of her horns.  She leaned into my touch while a mask of contented bliss stole over her features.  I had never tried channeling directly into these bony protrusions, but she was clearly loving it.  And it was not long before she had wrapped her legs around my ankle and began slowly grinding her sex over top of my foot.

Which was kind of weird.  But sexy as all hell.

There was a level of practicality to it, as well.  Since the Hammer now worked through touch alone, there was no reason the other two could not enjoy it while I was otherwise occupied.

I glanced over at Arx and, with a smile, crooked my finger.  Then I dismissed her, confident she would obey.  It still rankled me to treat her that way, but I knew she enjoyed it.  So I might as well give her a treat.

When my eyes returned to Lynnria, I found her watching me dreamily.  And more than a little worried.

“Are you ready?” I asked while I traced my fingers along her thighs, soothing her still-quaking body.

She barely managed a nod.  “Y-ye—“

“Good enough,” I murmured.

I took my girth in hand.  By that point, I was as hard and solid as stone.  I was uncertain whether I could be anything less while the Hammer was flowing, but even without it I would have been as stiff as a masthead.  How could I not be?  I had a gorgeous woman pleasuring herself on my leg.  Another dragging herself across the floor just for the opportunity to touch my skin.  And still a third spread out before me.

My life had become… well, to be frank, it had become a nightmarish hellscape.  But one with certain perks.

“More than good enough.”