All three, duh.

The three of them apparently can't shuck their armor and clothes fast enough. Bob begins first, but finishes last - golem plating takes a bit, being heavy armor. Frank is first, his second skin peeling off easily. Gregory gets second place, Freebooter armor being piecemeal anyway.

And when the lizard man shows what he has, I'm shocked, "You have two?” They're not as long as Franks, nor as girthy as Gregory's, but he has two… and they look spikey? My mouth can't stop watering. The one in my head and the one between my legs are both very wet. Stupid hormones.

“I only use one at a time,” he chuckles. Six feet of solid muscle… and to think it's the women of his species who are larger.

I look around the space and hungrily at my three… thralls, I guess? Accidental mind control victims? Ugh… but we do what we need to, “So…Gregory, you lay down…” he does, and I climb on top, his girth sliding into my sopping wet opening surprisingly easily as some woman moans in heat: It feels really good. I pant a bit, “Okay, now Frank, you get this hole…” he's the thinnest, and this body is literally built for this… should be fine as I point at my rump, “and Bob… come here, I want to taste you.” And oddly, I do.

Stupid overactive hormones.

The boys obey, and I find my backdoor is just as sensitive as the front when Frank slides in… and for some reason, the lizard man's musk smells heavenly as I suck in one of his members, stroking the other with my hands… which answers something I wanted to know: The bumps aren't solid enough to hurt, so yes, he's good for my other hopes later. It's heaven, better even than the mealtime sessions.

And then they start moving.

I hear some stupid slut screaming as a lightning bolt rips through me… which is followed almost immediately by an earthquake, my juices flowing freely from my body. I ride Gregory and Frank until they get theirs, filling my womb and bowels with their seed… which gives me a repeat, my juices again coating their members. That stupid slut screaming in the background apparently sets Bob off, and I get a taste of Ambrosia as his seed slides down my throat… and the rod in my hand spurts on my face.

…and then I feel a sense of loss as all three of them collapse, panting, and then fall asleep, Frank and Gregory still inside me. I bask in the afterglow for a bit, then get up, clean off (with Token Spell, because Inspired Spell from Mythic, combined with unlimited Mythic power, means I have all valid spells all the time), summon my Astral Suit again, and get to work, using my summoned tools and my background skill: Profession(UPB Creation), adding in a casting of Crafter's Fortune for good measure.

UPBs… oh, they're weird. Individually around the size of a grain of rice, a thousand of them take up “one bulk”. However, with the right tools and know-how, enough of them can become anything. Food, magical reagents, weapons, armor, ammunition… anything. And they will absolutely gain or lose mass to become that anything. So I'm not particularly surprised when the proper tool I summon for this trade is a focusing crystal, and the actual procedure is a matter of pushing magic into it until the magic

[crystallizes.

It](http://crystallizes.It) takes a lot of magic: I spend eight hours at it, and end up with just ten… at which point, I'm exhausted. But hey, that works out to seventy a week… and ten is more than enough for my first project, a personal com unit.

We quickly fall into a routine: I feed everyone breakfast in the mess hall from my chest, then I drain everyone's sperm tanks. Someone takes a shift at the helm while I make more UPBs, we break for a milky lunch and another round of emptying the boys of their reproductive material, then someone else takes a shift at the helm while I finish up my work. Then it's a liquid dinner for everyone, followed by some enjoyable exercise, and I take a turn at the helm, using the Keep Watch spell to avoid needing to sleep.

Yes, everyone knows I'm making UPBs fast enough to feed us all well after a short period of time.

No, nobody asks about going back to solid food.