Handing over Notes

Sandwiches were eaten, his dick was sucked, and after about half an hour, they were ready to move on. It was just past noon at that point, still quite early in what was a hopefully long day of love and laughter.

Delicia and Nightingale cleaned their mouths by drinking water derived from melting True Ice, as the quartet returned to the edge of the Logging Camp. Once there, the lady and the brat got their goodbye kisses. They passed by the next duo of companions.

Moira adjusted the strap of her white top. The fidgeting gesture and the blush on her face immediately made John wonder what the Warden was bashful about today. His eyes darted to a mysterious hardcover book that she was holding behind her back. “S-salutations,” she stammered.

“Hi,” Gnome was uncharacteristically cheery and confident. She kept on sneaking glances at the accompanying redhead, smiling a smile that was equal parts empathetic and filled with schadenfreude.

John collected his greeting kisses before he asked any questions. “So, what is that book?”

“N-n-nothing! I don’t want to talk about it!” Moira snapped back, the proud paladin made nonsensical by her embarrassment. “…Not here…” she added quietly.

It must have been quite the juicy topic if she was as shy about it as she had been about sex, period, before they had softened her up. “You can do it,” Gnome encouragingly pumped her fists.

“W-why am I doing it?!” the redhead squeaked.

“Because,” the earth spirit spoke with sagely patience, “you’re the haremette that joined previously. It’s tradition.”

‘Must be quite the tradition if I never heard about it.’ The Gamer kept that to himself. The less questions he asked, the quicker they would move to a private area and his curiosity would know satisfaction. Layla held the same outlook.

After surrendering his sides to Nightingale and Delicia earlier, the reformed stalker did not do the same again for the next stretch that they travelled on foot. She remained firmly attached to his right, pushing her ass into his palm as much as a woman could while still walking at a proper pace. Gnome claimed his left side. Moira pressed the book against her chest.

“I heard you succeeded in making Jane drop the temperature?” Moira steered the conversation to a much clearer topic.

“Indeed,” John responded. “Though it did not take much pushing.”

“She’s wise when she’s not being stubborn,” Layla weighed in.

“Sure, but she’s stubborn most of the time,” Moira stated.

Just loud enough to be heard, Gnome muttered, “…Pretty ironic, coming from you…”

“H-hey! I try to… not have a stick up my butt.”

“And you are succeeding, for the most part.” John made his voice ring out suggestively, just as his technomantic connection with his phone let him test whether he was connecting with anything. A high-pitched cry got stuck in Moira’s throat. She took an awkwardly lunging step forward, barely keeping her balance, then threw a hazy glare at the Gamer. “Should I?” John whispered to Layla. He raised a hand in front of the brunette’s face, thumb and middle finger pressed together, ready to click.

“Mhmmmmm…” Ruddy redness rose in the cheeks of the reformed stalker. Her brown eyes dashed between John’s fingers and the redhead, who softly shook her head. If she truly was so against whichever hypnotic command he was going to give her, her body would just not react “No, not now.”

Moira let out a relieved exhale. “Thank you.”

“Thank you…?” Layla presented a leading question, only to be pinched in the butt.

“Moira isn’t one of the submissives,” John whispered a reminder into the brunette's ear. It wasn’t exactly true, Moira definitely tilted towards being subby, but in the context of the harem, she was practically a vanilla woman. She certainly wasn’t one to call someone by a title, especially in public.

“Ooops, yeah, sorry!” The reminder made her bow her head immediately. “Got a bit too excited there. Today is just so tantalizing! I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Moira assured, breathing a little easier. It was a good reminder for her that, for as much as everyone liked to tease the former prude, they did respect her boundaries. “Anything else interesting that happened during the date so far?”

“We got a reading on our future using a fairy tarot deck,” John remarked.

“…It is improper to utilize wild magic to catch glimpses of the future,” Moira remarked.

“…Okay, now that is really ironic,” Gnome spoke up again. “Your entire… you know, the entire Order is partially founded on you having seers, isn’t it?”

“The Varniks and other seers of the Order interpret the visions granted by the Lady, they do not look for undue certainty in the Lady’s design in pieces of cardboard.”

“Crystal wafers, in this case.”

“Even worse! There is potency to such a reading!” Moira wagged her fingers at the two of them. “Fae means are capricious. Be not surprised when this reading bends itself into becoming true by virtue of eldritch powers!”

Well, that wasn’t helping John’s paranoia. He had interacted enough with prophecies to know to take them with a pinch of salt though. Plus, this one hadn’t been bad at all. “I’ll have Nia check the magic around us later,” he said, all the same, “and after Layla gets to our level, she can check for any odd magics around us herself.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to get to your level!” Layla squeaked.

“Do you know how it happens?”

“Uh-huh!” she confirmed enthusiastically. “I watched from afar as your essence flowed into Hailey, Lorelei, Scarlett and Lee over and over and over again, part of it sticking to their souls each time. You were filling them up with iridescent glory, leaving them as chalices filled to the brim with wishes!”

That was an interesting way to put it.

“I saw it each and every time you added a new woman to your harem!” Layla wasn’t done. In fact, she was only growing more heated, her voice filled with the tremble of a woman in climax. “Each and every time, I could see your aura fill them. The mark on their womb. The potency of your seed. I was there and yet I was kilometres away, cumming and cumming again as you made another woman an extension of your might, made her your instrument and an agent of her own will! Oh, John, you’re just perfect!”

Moira cleared her throat loudly enough to snap John out of his arousal, Gnome out of her voyeuristic trance, and Layla out of her obsessive episode. “Control yourself,” she insisted. “We are in public.”

That was technically true, though there really wasn’t anyone around. All the same, they kept it to lighter topics for the remainder of their way to the ferry and then on the boat ride back to the Palace. Once there, they moved to the Everclear Fountain. For the next part of the date, John wanted to just sit there for a while.

“We’re private now,” Gnome trilled in a delectably smug tone.

“Why are you so sadistic today?” Moira asked.

“Ufufufufu…”

That was a new noise. That was a very new noise and John found it oddly endearing. Images of the usually so shy Gnome managing to dom Moira flashed in his mind. ‘Maybe she could even dom me?’ John thought. He wasn’t typically big on being the bottom, but that could be an interesting change of pace.

“Ehem… Umu!” Gnome changed to regular sounds. “I can enjoy teasing people from time to time…”

“I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with the constant mental communications between you and Undine,” the Gamer drawled. “Me sensing that the entire time must be a coincidence.”

“Y-yeah!” Gnome stammered. He was certain she was sending Undine a desperate plea for spiritual reinforcement right that second. It worked well enough, the brunette sitting straight. “Uwuwuwu… Umu! Enough stalling, ufufufu!” That was just a whole series of blessed Gnome noises. “Present the book!”

With a heavy sigh and a crimson blush, Moira lifted up the hardcover she had been carrying the entire time. It had no title, only blue patterns on red leather that had a vaguely suggestive bend to it. “T-this is the… the… S-sacred T-tome of Saintly Sex!” she declared. “Lorelei insisted on the name!”

“Is this… what I think it is…?” Layla muttered. Ass planted on a flat stone at the edge of the fountain, she reached out with trembling fingers. When she opened the first page, John peered over her shoulder. He had his own hunch, but he hadn’t actually seen this book or any version of it before.

The first page simply read, in big letters: ‘Universal Techniques – Oral’.

Layla went straight to the next couple of pages. On them was a table of some kind. On the left side, the first column, was a cluster of symbols he couldn’t really interpret. The header simply said, ‘The Technique’. After that, the columns had more understandable, but contextually confusing titles like ‘Average Time’, ‘Intensity Rating’ and ‘Likelihood of Follow-Up’.

“As… the one to previously enter the harem, it is now upon me to explain to you what you are seeing.” Moira managed to find a bit of steadiness to her tone. “This tome is the product of extensive data collection by Momo, Beatrice and Scarlett. It has chapters on oral, vaginal and anal techniques. Most of them are universalist, but in the back you will find a couple of chapters on techniques that are dependent on your hand shape, vaginal tightness and a-anal receptiveness, among many other things.”

“Wait… is this why you almost always manage to finish me off just in time for me to get to another appointment?” John asked.

Moira was fidgeting too much to answer. Gnome, despite her blush, managed to nod.

“Incredible, just incredible…!” Wide-eyed, Layla was flipping through the pages, drinking in all the data on display. It was meticulous, going even so far to recommend what position to use depending on his mood or what sequences were especially popular with him.

John stopped reading pretty quickly. This was the kind of thing he didn’t want to know about himself. Not because he wasn’t curious at all or because it was icky, but because, if he knew, that might diminish the power this knowledge gave his women over him. He preferred them having this sexual sway.

“I will need these symbols explained to me,” Layla said, pointing at the leftmost column. “It seems to be based on SignWriting?”

“I should not be surprised you know about that…” Moira mumbled, then nodded. “Indeed, it is a system made up by Momo that is meant to communicate angles of the body parts involved.”

“I don’t see a glossary anywhere in here…”

“I… uhm… am m-meant to explain them… physically,” Moira stammered. “S-so pay attention! A-and when we get to the vaginal part, Gnome will take over!”

John was made to play the part of the demonstration object. After being requested to strip, he was directed into a simple sitting position on a block of stone Gnome created just for this purpose. What followed were thorough explanations during which he got to enjoy the certainty that everything was happening for his future enjoyment.

The lessons were detailed and Layla an eager student. Moira began with demonstrations of what each symbol meant in terms of hand positions and the corresponding motions. His harem had made an art out of the act of stroking his cock. He had been aware of that before, but learning that they had different names and written symbols for every variation of the motions was most fascinating. The speed, the rolling of wrist and shoulder, even the position of the elbow made for differences in each individual stroke.

John came three times just during the hand demonstration, turning Moira’s face and hair into a cum-soaked mess. Once the mouth got involved, the frequency of climaxes only increased and it remained messy. Moira had to spend too much time answering Layla’s questions to keep her lips on the duty of gathering up his cum.

His cock ended up in her throat a lot of the time anyhow. She demonstrated which symbol corresponded to what angle and which speed of the bobbing. There were even a few symbols that apparently covered common combinations of factors, such as sucking on the tip while stroking the shaft. Throughout it all, Gnome adjusted the stone under John so he had to do nothing but take in the depths to which his women had studied how to get him off.

“So that symbol is to kiss his testicles like this,” Moira said at one point, lowering her white-painted head to his balls. Soft lips connected with his eternally heavy balls, an initially simple kiss turning into a depraved sucking, maintained while she gently dragged her head back, until the flexibility of that part of his body had reached its maximum.

“Mostly a support technique when I’m the side piece in an oral threesome or to tease him at the start of a new scene,” Layla spoke academically, nodding repeatedly to herself. “Incredible! Just incredible! I thought I would have to compile all of this myself.”

“No… this is a thorough den of debauchery.” Moira let out a heavy sigh once more, her resignation greatly cheapened by the heavy wads of cum plastered all over her gorgeous features. “We are about the same size, so I suppose I can move onto breast techniques…”

That part of the demonstrations was a short respite. Never would John mock the premium qualities of medium breasts, but they were not the kind of instruments that led to repeated and intense orgasms. Layla made note of all of that as well, clearly committing to memory the scenarios where her breasts could be used to tease or allure.

Then came the penetrative stuff. Moira spent a full thirty minutes with John inside her in various positions. Sometimes John had to do nothing, just lay there as Moira bounced on him reverse cowgirl style. Most of the time, he had to do a little, thrusting and pinning down a leg or two. On a few occasions, he had to do almost everything, carrying the Warden in a Full Nelson. They even had a couple of techniques for that one, specifically on how to roll and wiggle their hips. It didn’t change much about the outcome, but it changed some things.

By the end of the lessons, Moira was an utter mess of sweat and semen, her ass gaping and her lips pressing out panted words. From initial embarrassment to acceptance all the way to euphoria, she had been a fantastic teacher, “Gnome will show th-the, ah, rest.”

“I-I will?” Gnome snapped out of her voyeuristic masturbation frenzy. “I will!” she declared and jumped to her feet.

It was relatively fast. By now, Layla had seen most of the symbols. The difference between vaginal, anal and oral indicators was a base symbol, to which markers for angle and speed were attached. In other words, Layla could infer most things from what she had seen already. That didn’t stop Gnome from cycling through them, getting her own series of loads in the process.

By the end of it all, Gnome was every bit as blissed out as Moira was. The two women lay in the grass, cuddled up to each other, taking a well-deserved nap, while John cleaned himself off in the Everclear Fountain. “Well, that was educational,” he said. “Hope you liked this bit of induction?”

“I – loved – that!” Layla declared. “I will use every last thing I learned!”

John believed her. There was no reason not to.

They would have eternity together.