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Xilonen took his cock into her mouth like she was grading a student who had gotten sloppy.

She made it wet on purpose — spit running, lips loose and then tight, the kind of messy, noisy work that would have looked careless on anyone else and looked like mastery on her. Every pass of her tongue was a correction. Every time she took him to the root and pulled off with a filthy string of saliva she glanced up, as if to make sure he understood the point: the best sloppy head on the island still belonged to the teacher.

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Aether did not argue. He just put his hands on Mualani.

The Endless Crest was still plastered to his back, so he reached behind and found her the way Xilonen had taught him to find anyone — two fingers on her clit, a slow circle, then a firmer press when her breath hitched. Mualani squealed into his shoulder. Blue flame licked up her arms and died, then flared again when he pinched just off-center and rubbed the swollen bud in time with Xilonen’s bobbing mouth. Another squeal. Another flare. She tried to stay quiet and failed every time his fingers changed speed, the Flame of Passion answering his hands the way it answered a cock.

“That’s cheating,”
Mualani gasped, hips jerking against his palm.

“That’s homework,”
Xilonen said around his cock, and went back to ruining her own lesson plan with her throat.

When she finally let him go, shining and dripping, Aether pulled her up and put her on her back.

Missionary, plain and unhurried. He slid into her in one smooth stroke and used every trick she had spent days drilling into him — the grind at the end, the angle that kissed the front wall, the small pause that made her body chase him. Xilonen’s composure lasted longer than Citlali’s and not nearly as long as she wanted. The first orgasm was sweet enough to surprise her. The second made her grab his shoulders. The third pulled a helpless, delighted sound out of the woman who usually only made those noises when she was demonstrating something.

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“Fuck,” she muttered, laughing breathlessly as he fucked another tight, fluttering peak out of her.
“See? That’s — that’s the difference. You actually listened.”
Her head tipped back, thighs tightening around him.
“Waste. I’m already pregnant. You could be putting another one in me anytime like this.”

Aether kissed the complaint out of her mouth and kept tickling those same sweet climaxes out of her anyway, proving the teachings on the teacher until Xilonen’s lament dissolved into another moan and Mualani, still burning faintly blue, crowded in to watch her instructor get used with her own curriculum.

Xilonen stayed on her back in a loose, smiling haze, Flame flickering uselessly around her hips and failing to put any real strength back into her legs. Aether kissed her forehead once and left her there. The teacher had been graded. She could recover on her own time.

Mualani was already reaching for him.

“My turn to say thank you,”
she said, bright and stubborn, dropping to her knees before he could haul her onto the couch.
“For Natlan. For the Flame. For not treating me like I was just the guide who wouldn’t shut up.”

“You got me to the stadium in one piece and fucked me until sunrise,” Aether said. “I should be the one—”

She cut him off by lifting his cock out of the way and burying her face against his balls.

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The argument died.

Mualani nursed him with the same cheerful focus she brought to everything else — warm mouth, slow suction, tongue rolling over each testicle in turn as if she could coax the next load up by kindness alone. She hummed while she did it, the vibration running straight through him, hands stroking the shaft she was not yet using. When she felt him thicken she pulled back just far enough to grin up at him, lips wet.

“See? You’re already saying thank you.”

Then she wrapped her breasts around him.

Soft, full, squeezed tight along the length while her mouth sealed over the head and sucked in short, eager pulls. Spit made the channel slick. Every time she bobbed, the head popped into the heat of her throat for a second and then slid back into the press of her tits, the dual sensation messy and devoted and completely Mualani. She looked up the whole time, shark-charm swaying, like thanking him with her body was the most obvious thing in the world.

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Citlali did not stay wrecked for long.

The Flame licked over her skin, put strength back in her thighs, and she climbed onto the couch, turned, and sat her ass down over Aether’s face with the same impatient certainty she used for everything else.
“You shut me up earlier,”
she muttered.
“Least you can do is use your mouth for something useful.”

He obliged.

Hands hooked around her hips and pulled her down onto his tongue, eating her out with slow, greedy strokes while Mualani swung a leg over his hips and sank onto his cock. The shark rider took him to the hilt in one bright, happy drop and started riding like she had been waiting in that kitchen for exactly this.

“Oh — okay, yeah, that’s—”
Mualani laughed, then moaned, then laughed again, bouncing with the kind of open joy that made Citlali glance back in irritation and then shiver when Aether sucked on her clit.
“I hate that I have to leave this. I actually hate it. Do you know how rude it is to give a girl a cock like this and then send her back to Natlan?”

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“Then don’t go,”
Citlali snapped, grinding on Aether’s mouth.

“I have a job, grandma.”

Xilonen made a weak, amused sound from the cushions. Zibai, still on the floor, was already pushing herself up on her elbows, red flickering and fading in her eyes as the last of the spasm bled off. Three Name Bearers and an adeptus in one room meant there was no such thing as a real downtime. A body would drop, twitch, gasp — and a few minutes later the Flame or old divine stubbornness would haul it back onto the mattress looking for the next round.

Aether ate Citlali like he had all afternoon and let Mualani use his cock like she was trying to memorize it before the boat left. The shaman’s thighs tightened around his head. The Endless Crest kept complaining between moans, hips rolling, flame flaring each time she bottomed out.

“I’m serious,” Mualani panted. “This is going to suck so bad when I—”

Citlali came on his tongue and cut her off with a raw little cry. Mualani only rode harder, already grinning through the complaint, while somewhere behind them Xilonen’s breathing evened and Zibai’s shadow stretched toward the bed again. No one in the block was going to stay down long enough for him to catch his breath.