Sweet, Sweet Reparation

As the garments came away, Zaida stole the opportunity to take in more of the room. There was much to see, and had it not been for the phenomenal display in the middle of the room, she undoubtedly would have been transfixed by her surroundings instead.

All along the perimeter of the room was an extensive - if not complete - collection of erotic playthings. Every sort of bedroom implement Zaida could recognise, some she did not, and some that outright unsettled her, could be seen displayed on the floor-to-ceiling shelves that blanketed the walls. A vanity stood covered in all manner of contraceptives and aphrodisiacs, as well as makeups and toiletries. A wardrobe could be found which, unbeknownst to Zaida, held a selection of costumes and accessories based in popular fetishes and fantasies. Branching off from the suite was a washroom to grant guests all the conveniences that a private one could provide.

"So tell me," Zaida said in a low and seductive voice. "Just what exactly was it that you wanted out of tonight?" By now she herself was in naught but her underwear and had begun tugging at the straps to her brassiere. "As I recall, there was some expectation of redress on my part - I feel I have a fair understanding of what that entails, and am more than prepared to... hm, consummate," she smirked wickedly. Her bra came away and she watched with delight as the ladies' eyes widened at they way the garment's absence allowed her bosom to relax to its full volume, yet remain seemingly weightless.

"But all the same," she continued, "I would like to be clear on what desires I may fulfill. Think of me as your agent of ecstasy." Zaida's thumbs sank into the waistband of her briefs; the final piece of her modesty. "Share your dreams that I may realise them." With that, she dropped the article, giving her audience a breathtaking view of the translucent strands that spanned the growing distance from the cloth to her untrimmed flower.

Dvorah's hands snuck toward her own privates, Marisol bit her lip, and Eposi shuddered.

"Did anyone check that she isn't a succubus?" Marisol joked.

Zaida's confidence wavered for the briefest of moments at that remark. The flicker went unseen by the others.

"Enough buildup," Dvorah said impatiently. "I've held off from touching myself for three days in anticipation of this. Get over here and lick me already."

It seemed that the others shared some version of the sentiment, as everyone on the bed immediately took to matching Zaida's nudity. The knight could not help but observe the spectrum of hairstyles revealed to her. Like her, Marisol appeared to leave her bush natural, while Eposi's was trimmed down, and Dvorah was clean-shaven.

"I appreciate your succinctness," Zaida smirked, "but you're not the only one I'm here for."

"Ugh," the light-skinned woman huffed in exasperation. "Girls, hurry up and tell her what you're after so she can get on with it."

"Who's the impatient one now?" Marisol said with a gloating grin. "Speaking for those of us who would actually like to enjoy ourselves this evening, I think we'd welcome an easy start. Does that sound good, Eposi?"

"Yeah," she nodded in agreement, her voice already breathy and eager. "Use your fingers first." She sounded as if the idea itself had begun building her up since it entered her head.

"Oh, yes," Marisol cooed. "I like the sound of that."

"Well since you're so patient, you can settle for that while I get her first," Dvorah asserted while Zaida climbed onto the bed; the mattress sinking slightly under her powerful form.

"No need for turns," the knight assured them. "I am plenty capable of tending to you all at the same time."

Six eyebrows rose in mixed expressions of skepticism and esteem.

"Be careful of what you promise," Marisol warned.

"Confidence is sexy and all, but if you get my hopes up for nothing..." Dvorah added.

"Let's give her a chance before we go discounting her," Eposi said. It was clear from the look in her eyes that she was eager to witness Zaida in action.

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," Zaida said, sweeping in and drawing her in with firm yet strikingly tender motions. She wrapped one arm around Eposi's waist and the second wound up her back to cradle her head from behind. "You won't regret it," she guaranteed in a sensual and hushed voice.

"Oh my..." Eposi practically squeaked. The muscular arms around her curvy form became quite convenient when she nearly crumpled - and that was before Zaida even kissed her. The passionate lips on the administrator's own threatened to steal the life out of her.

"Well that figures," Marisol grumbled, folding her arms. "The one to do the least asking gets to be the first to have fun."

Zaida duetted an especially lewd noise with Eposi as their mouths came apart, hot and wet. "Eposi here was doing plenty of asking," the knight pointed out. "She just wasn't doing it with words."

The poor woman in question looked dazed - somehow out of it, as though she had become intoxicated on Zaida's lips.

"She's clearly in need of a breather," Marisol said excitedly. "No need to waste the downtime." With that, she threw herself at Zaida, taking Eposi's place as the one to welcome the larger woman's tongue into her mouth.

Dvorah's eyelids sank in an expression of disappointment and superiority. "Yes, I'd say I am the patient one after all," she muttered under her breath. Even so, the easy drumming of her fingers ebbed before the whole hand began drifting toward her sex. She may have had it in her to wait her turn, but that did not mean she could resist taking the edge off her need.

Dvorah stroked her labia as her eyes wandered over the women before her. She watched the way Zaida and Marisol's lips entangled and chewed at each other. She watched the way the curly-haired woman played with her own breasts, and ground herself upon her partner's thigh. She watched the way Eposi too observed this; restraining herself, but absentmindedly gyrating her hips in a subtle expression of what she desired.

When Dvorah's eyes climbed back up to Zaida's face, she found the younger woman staring back at her sidelong. Marisol was still engrossed in their ongoing spittle trade, but Zaida sent a wordless message to Dvorah. A small flick of the eyes, down toward her base then back again to the forewoman, and the forewoman took her meaning.

The edge of Zaida's mouth pulled up as she allowed Dvorah to recline and intertwine her legs with the knight's. She terminated the kiss with a saliva-soaked smack. "Marisol, Eposi, be good for me and turn around, both of you."

With a hum from the former and a brief moan from the latter, the two complied, turning to rest their backs upon Zaida's torso, and resting their rears on her inclined thighs. The unofficial leader was left kneeling on the bed with Eposi and Marisol in her arms, and Dvorah between her legs. Starting so gently that it bordered on teasing, Zaida cupped the loins at her sides and kissed the one in front with her own. Approving vocalisations rose from all three.

"You want it faster, slower, harder, softer, or stopped altogether," Zaida cooed, "you just say the word. Be open with your desires." There was nothing but confidence and tranquility in her actions. For the moment, her only concern was working the ladies up and growing their appetite for greater excitement; to warm their bodies and burn at their hearts.

The volume in the room rose with heavy breathing and occasional moans. Though none had their mind on it, the qualities of the room were already proving convenient for its occupants. The padded walls swallowed up their delighted noises, the vast bed enabled the trio to fan out from the woman pleasing them without the faintest risk of exiting the boundaries of the plush spread, and the temperature sat at a place comfortable for them while Zaida got their blood flowing.

"Yes, yes," Marisol breathed ecstatically. "Oh, inside... I want your fingers inside."

Masterfully continuing her stimulation of the others, Zaida slipped a digit into the woman on her right leg finger-pad first. The curly-haired woman exhaled pleasantly before settling back into her rhythm. "What about you, Eposi?" the knight said, turning to her left. "Feeling hollow? Care for some attention a little deeper?"

Opting not to use her words, Eposi simply shook her head in declination.

"Very well," Zaida accepted, going on to nuzzle the spot where her neck met her shoulder. What was more, she spread her fingers and the lips beneath before closing them and returning to rubbing lines and circles.

"More..." the administrator gasped.

After some time pampering her trapezius, Zaida turned to grant Marisol the same. "You seem to be enjoying one." Her whispered words grazed past the courier's earlobe. "And from what I can feel, perhaps you'd appreciate me adding another?"

"Fuck yeah," she huffed. "Come on already."

"Mm, now, now," Zaida tutted, pulling her lips from Marisol's neck. "The enthusiasm is music to my ears, but that's not how I play. You see, I'm a big girl, and while you may be a grown woman..." She paused a beat to hook the finger inside Marisol, placing a gentle tap at the proper point on her anterior wall. The recipient responded with a flinch, a squeak, and a constricting around the provocative digit. "... You may still find yourself needing time to adjust in order to accommodate me," Zaida smirked.

"Oh, you are a demon after all," Marisol moaned before biting on her own knuckle.

The repetition of the metaphor spurred flicker of worry in Zaida that, while deeper, was shorter lived than the first. Even so, her confidence was rattled just enough to allow a hasty response to escape her lips. "And you are simply as cute as a kobold."

"What?"

The next thing Zaida knew, the three ladies were staring at her as best they could from where she had them; all wearing some look of bewilderment or curiosity.

"Ah, heh," she chuckled nervously. "Never mind. It... It's just an expression where I'm from..."

"Huh..." Marisol responded. She and the others seemed to accept this explanation.

"Weird saying," Dvorah remarked. "I've seen illustrations of those creatures and I'd never call them cute."

Zaida was glad the forewoman had not expressed as much prior to entwining her legs with her, or else the knight might have had trouble overlooking such a profane sentiment.

Back to the matter at hand.

The knight counted it a token of her proficiency that the last thought of her embarrassing little slip was gone a minute later. Dvorah's head was relaxed, casting her rising sounds of gratification at the ceiling as her sweetest point of contact with Zaida grew more and more humid. Marisol gave her the impression that she was a coil winding tighter with every thrust of the fingers in her. The collected recipient of Zaida's fingering tensed just a little more with every impulsive flinch and unchecked gasp. Eposi was the opposite, positively melting into Zaida. She was like a candle; form and fortitude disintegrating under the small but steady burn of a persistent flame, and leaving behind a molten pool.

"Hah!" Marisol gasped again, this time throwing a hand around the forearm against her abdomen. Though she gripped it tight, she neither intended nor affected any change on the hand job. "Oh fuck..."

Without stilling her waist or her left hand, Zaida diverted more of her focus to Marisol. She paid even greater attention to the way her finger pad teased at her spot, and the body of her digit danced over the covered nub.

Those quivers, freezes, and peeps... Is this coil about to snap?

"Fuck... Yes!" Marisol grunted as she found her peak on Zaida's finger. The strong arm that wound halfway around her was perfect for bracing against.

"Fastest a-after all, Mari," Dvorah huffed with amusement. "Mm! Happy now? Oh!"

"Shut y-y-your... face," the courier weakly retorted with slurred words. "I'll be happy... after ten more of those."

"You think you can keep your wits through nine climaxes?" Zaida challenged.

"I may not look like it, but I have something of an appetite," she said alluringly, leaving a peck on Zaida's jaw. "And that appetite only grows when I get a taste of something as delicious as you."

"I'll remind you again: you may need to consider just whom it is you're dealing with," Zaida offered a sultry omen. She stimulated both Eposi and Dvorah such that they released moans at the same time to make her point. "You may not be impressed by what you have experienced so far, but we are only getting started."