to take it home

The special did not stay oral.

Once Dehya had unfolded his legs and Candace had wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the afternoon became a rotation with no schedule and no mercy. Four women. One man. The bungalow learned their names by the way the furniture complained.

Candace he took first on her back, because the guardian still tried to keep her face stern while her knees were in his elbows. He fucked her with the same claiming grind he had used on every woman he intended to send home different. She held his shoulders like a shield-strap and lasted a dignified minute before the dignity cracked.

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When he came it was deep, a packed, deliberate finish against her cervix, and he stayed there until she felt it. Her mouth opened. No speech. Just the knowledge landing.

She did not argue. She clenched around the load like duty.

Dehya wanted the other hole and said so. She bent over the recliner he had just been worshipped in, presented that massive ass with a look back over her shoulder that was all challenge, and took him in one long push that made Nilou cover her own mouth. Aether used her the way she liked to be used: hard, unapologetic, a handprint already blooming on one cheek. He filled her ass until it ran. She laughed through it, then swore, then reached back and spread herself so he could watch the mess leave.

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“Lion’s pride already has your first one,” she panted. “This is just greed.”

Nilou he put face-down in the pillows because the dancer’s voice was a weapon and he wanted it aimed at cotton. She screamed his name until the word stopped being a name and became rhythm. Each bounce of his hips punched another Aether out of her, higher, sloppier, the theater training useless against a cock that did not care about choreography.

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He flipped her once to see her face and she was already gone — eyes wet, smile wrecked, cunt fluttering through climaxes she could not count. When he packed her womb she sobbed out something in Sumeran and then his name again, like the language had collapsed to one syllable.

Collei got the leftovers of positions that did not require legs.

She was still looping. Every few minutes her body would seize on the memory of the three-times and twitch through a climax with no one touching her. Aether hauled her into his lap anyway, her thighs over his, her back to his chest, and bounced her on his cock until the recursion and the real thing braided together.

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Later he put her on her side and fucked her like that, one hand on her belly, the other keeping her from flailing into the table. She still tried to talk data. The data came out as moans. He came in her again because she asked, wrecked and proud, and because the bet had been about staying aware, not about being left empty.

Turns blurred.

Candace again, slower, his mouth on her breasts while he ground the first load deeper and added a second. Dehya on her back with her knees at her ears, ass still slick, taking him in her cunt for a while just to be contrary. Nilou in his lap facing out so Candace could kiss her while he used her, the dancer’s name-forgetting complete enough that she only answered to the grip on her hips. Collei on her back at the edge of the bed, legs useless, ankles held by Dehya so Aether could stand and stroke into her without her kicking him in the kidney mid-aftershock.

The room went thick with it. Sweat. Sex. The sweet ghost of Collei’s tincture. Nilou’s voice giving out. Candace’s sternness reduced to a flush and a hand on her own lower belly, already feeling the shape of what he had put there.

Toward the end Dehya was the one who said the stupid, honest thing.

candace was straddling him, his cock in her cunt again because she had asked, head low while the sentence came out of her friend like a complaint she had been chewing.

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“I hate that I cannot give you a second one.”
A breathless laugh.
“The first already took. I can feel it. And I still want you to do it again like the first time did not count.”

Aether kissed the side of her neck and did not pretend he had a fix for biology.

That was when the rest of the arithmetic landed on the other two.

Nilou was on her side in the pillows, leaking down her thigh, and she put a hand over her own womb with a dazed little smile, as if she had just noticed the gift sitting in her. Candace sat against the headboard, legs still open, the dutiful mess between them unmistakable. Neither of them was leaving this room the way they had walked in. Dehya saw it, snorted, and tipped her head at them.

“Look at that. I get to be jealous in stereo. Guardian and dancer both walking out with a present. You really do not know how to have an afternoon without making it a bloodline.”

Collei, flat on her back and twitching through another recursive peak, raised a finger like she was still in the laboratory.

“I am already pregnant,”
she said, when she could make words.
“From before. The Akademiya. The tinctures do not seem to touch it. I checked. I wrote it down. The baby does not care if I black out on a bench.”
Another small seizure of pleasure ran through her; she rode it out and kept talking, because of course she did.
“I have been thinking I could make one for childbirth. Not even three. Just enough that the mother could climax the child into the world instead of sitting through the pain of it. Push on a peak instead of a scream. It would be—”
she searched for a word that was not insane and failed “—kinder. And also extremely good data.”

Dehya stared at her.

“You want to invent orgasmic labor.”

“I want to invent not tearing yourself apart in silence,”
Collei said, almost prim, then moaned when another aftershock hit.
“The pregnancy is stable. The mixtures sit on top of it. If I can make the last hour into a climax instead of a war, I will. You can thank me later when you are swearing at him for the second one you cannot have yet.”

Candace covered her face with one hand, laughed once despite herself, and looked at Aether over her fingers.

“My village is going to have opinions.”

“Your village already had opinions,” Dehya said. “there is no way half of them aren't pregnant with his child already.”