Exalted Champion: Ch 19 (Rough Draft) (Patreon)

Chapter 19: Enchanting Pleasure

Lightning split the vault in jagged forks. Thunder cracking and booming, a warring in this dark chamber.

The guardian rose from the abyss, a grotesque beast, all flesh and slithering hate, its tentacles writhing through a pool of ink-thick ichor. Spikes of metal I'd launched from the ceiling slammed into its wriggling bulk, a nail crucifying it to the floor, each spike a conductor for the storm I was building.

I hit the ceiling with another electrical charge and called a storm of lightning again.

This was the tenth time I had fought the bastard. I knew every twitch, every sick twist of its limbs, every trick it had. It had died nine times already. And it would die one more just as easily.

The metal rods I had jammed into the beast's bulk were still lodged in deep. Perfect conductors. I layered the air above with a positive charge, pulled a negative charge through the rods, and let nature do the killing for me.

Lightning crashed down in blinding arcs. Raw power. Unchained. The vault turned white with every strike. The guardian flailed, shrieked, thrashed in the pool of black ichor. Tentacles slapped the floor, walls, anything they could reach. It was like watching a mountain burn.

I kept the storm going. My mana burned like fire in my veins, teeth clenched, jaw locked.

Electricity ripped down again. The rods glowed white-hot. The smell of scorched flesh filled the air, thick and sharp like burned hair and copper blood. The creature’s body spasmed once more, then went still.

Steam rose from the pool.

I waited. Nothing moved.

Its body sagged in on itself, black flesh collapsing around the rods. Smoke hissed off the wet stone. The air buzzed with leftover static, my fingers still twitching with current.

It was over.

The tenth time was the last.

I stepped forward. The ichor slid away like oil on glass. The pedestal beneath rose slowly, stone grinding against stone. On top of it sat the coin. Adamantium, odd brown magical glow, more permanent in reality than anything else. It was odd, as if everything else in reality got its realness from this stuff.

I reached out, hand steady, mana humming in my fingertips as I bridged the final gap.

Metal met skin.

The coin was warm.

I closed my fingers around it, feeling the weight settle into my palm. Then I stored it with the others in my spatial ring.

“Finally, done. I Fucking hate that thing.” I said as I strode out of the vault and up the dark passageway back to Rakthanos’s forge cathedral.

“Once again, you have vanquished the darkness! Given the good old, what for, to that abominable thing, and secured a… mostly guaranteed victory from the jaw, well jaws… and eyes… And teeth lots of teeth, of defeat!” Rakthanos boomed as I exited onto the altar anvil platform.

A smile and a chuckle crossed my face as I responded to the verbose little fire god, “Yep, glad the next time I fight that thing I’ll get to kill it for good.”

“One can only hope… For all our sakes.” Rakthanos nodded his head as I came to stand next to him. 

“Rakthanos, can I do this?” The question was asked before I even had time to think about it.

“Do it… Humm, well, considering you haven’t even reached the twelfth floor…” he trailed off and looked at me, glowing eyes of flame assessing me. “As far as heroes go, you're not the most imposing, and honestly, I had my doubts, but now… yes, yes, I think you can. At the very least, I know you’ll try and you’ll give it your all.”

He nodded at me with a formality he rarely had. “Thanks, Rakthanos, I’ll see you soon,” I said as I walked off the altar and spoke the words to leave the dungeon. “I want to leave the dungeon…”

… and the world twisted. A sickening wrench, like dropping ten stories onto a stone slab. The cathedral vanished, replaced by the soft, dead glow of the dungeon lobby. No fanfare, no system messages, just the cloying, sweat-soaked air and the echo of my boots on polished stone.

The lobby was mostly empty. A handful of adventurers loitered by the check-in desk, a centaur sprawled on a bench picking blood from his mane, and the ever-present guards in their imperial armor gave me a polite bow as I walked past. Content to have me give no notice of them.

Having an exalted prince take notice of them was probably one of their worst nightmares. Leonard had given me that legacy.

I headed up the jagged stone spiral steps to the college atrium, the rough cave smoothing to polished marble by the time I reached the top of the stairs.

Fuck that lecture. The words still crawled in my skull, echoing like a virus you can’t purge. We breed the savage out of them. Dignity in work. Mercy is the economy of power. I wanted to hurl. Instead, I kept my face blank and nodded at the desk attendant in the center of the atrium; she flinched, fear of her prince startling her anyway.

The gilded doors of the elevator slid open, and when the attendant saw me, he tensed. “Apartments,” I said, as I leaned my back up against the polished interior of the elevator.

The ride was quick, and I did my best not to spook the attendant, but that was a battle I had surely lost. I left the elevator and made my way to my master suite in the royal apartment.

“Feel better, Master Eric?” Sasha asked, helping me out of my armor. Her closeness was the last balm I needed to calm myself after the lecture. Her flowing white hair with the sky-blue tips of her ears was a welcomed sight.

If I ever questioned what I was doing, if I ever had a doubt, all I needed to do was remember that she had come back to me. She had chosen to see this through to the end, and with me.

“Better, yes. A good practice session in the dungeon always feels good.” Her practiced hands had me naked in seconds, in contrast to the concealment my words veiled us with, as the truths we now found ourselves fighting could only be spoken aloud in utmost secrete.

“I have drawn a bath, Master Eric, exalted lady Rachel said you have a dinner rendezvous this evening.” She curtsied as she spoke, her white tails with sky blue tips fanning out behind her. She wore a short skirt in my house colors, black and silver, with a very tight and small emerald green vest. Her bell jingled only slightly with her movements, the noise more teasing than anything else.

“Yes, a bath, just what I need.” I walked into my bathroom and slid into the tub without bothering to wash in the shower first. I had used my cleaning spell, so most of the grim and filth on me had been obliterated into nothingness, but even though the spell left you clean, it did not leave you feeling clean. One needed a bath to do that. The effect was probably more psychological than actual, but…

“Shall I assist?” Sasha said, coming to sit by the large tub, interrupting my musing on magical hygiene. 

“Not this time, I think I will soak for a minute, what’s the time, Sasha?”

 I asked, peering at her flush face as she sat next to the tub.

“Nearing six in the evening, Eric.” She said, folding her arms along the side of the tub. The lack of honorific let me know she knew the game we had to play.

“Just about time then…”

“There you are! Time to get dressed, we get to go and meet Professor Trianna!” Rachel blazed into the bathroom, joy and excitement at getting to spend time with her mentor and hero filling the room.

“I was just…”

“Yes, yes, come on!” Rachel reached into the water and grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the tub.

“We need to dry him, Lady Rachel,” Sasha said, mischievously brandishing a towel at me.

“Mmm-hum, that we do, Sasha.” Rachel agreed, grabbing her own towel.

They set on me with the efficiency of a Formula One pit team, which, given Rachel’s ruthless sense of detail and Sasha’s willingness to make me squirm, was more than accurate. Sasha wrapped one towel around my shoulders, rubbing briskly, her hands strong and unhurried. Rachel took the other and knelt, briskly toweling my legs and feet, eyes flicking up to mine with a private glint.

“Exalted Lady Rachel, I think you missed a spot,” Sasha teased, flicking a bead of water from my collarbone.

Rachel snorted. “If we’re going to meet Professor Trianna, Eric needs to be immaculate...” She thumbed a drop of water from my chest, her fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary. The contact was electric. I felt my body react, heat flaring under my skin.

Sasha noticed, eyes bright, lips quirking. “You’re going to get him all worked up before dinner,” she murmured, tails flicking behind her.

“That’s the plan,” Rachel said, standing and smoothing the towel along my shoulders. “You like the anticipation, don’t you, husband?”

I didn’t bother answering. They both knew the effect they had on me. I let them finish, standing naked and still as they dried me, their hands everywhere, the towels an afterthought.

When they were done, Rachel handed me a fresh shirt and trousers, the fabric soft and faintly enchanted, tailored to fit perfectly. Sasha knelt to help with my boots, her nimble fingers lacing them with quick precision.

“Mmm, looking handsome… husband,” Rachel said, stepping back to inspect her handiwork. “Professor Trianna will be impressed.”

“Should I bring anything?” I asked, rolling my shoulders. The shirt hugged my frame.

Rachel shook her head. “Just yourself, I’m sure once we start… studying… That’s all we’ll need.”

I didn’t have to wait long for Rachel. She undoubtedly already had her dress picked out days in advance. I heard her approach and I grabbed my coat from the rack, the troll leather settling over my shoulders with familiar weight.

Rachel moved through the royal apartment foyer without a sound. The rest of the world seemed to recede, leaving only her.

She wore deep ocean blue from neck to heel, a color that pooled and shifted with every subtle movement, sleek and perilous as undertow. The bodice clung to her, molded tight against the athletic steel of her frame, ghost-flowers flickering whenever she crossed through the light. Two slender straps curved up to a band at her throat, drawing the eye to the sharp lines of her collarbones and the hollow nestled just below.

A twist of fabric cinched her waist, then spilled over her hips in layers. On one side, the folds parted high, teasing at the strong expanse of her thigh before plunging down in a fall of silk and sheer cloth. The skirt moved in slow, deliberate waves it was a storm rolling just beneath the surface, caught mid-break.

From her shoulders, fine muslin floated, anchored at her upper arms and trailing behind in drifting ribbons. With every step, the strips caught invisible currents, stirring and eddying in her wake. Tiny flecks of light scattered over the muslin, as if someone had shaken a fistful of stars into deep water.

My mouth was dry; words abandoned me. Right. Words. Use brain, Eric…Ummm… by God she is beautiful.

“You know,” I managed, heat rising to my face as I glanced down at my own clothes, “if the goal was to make me… and the entire room for that matter look underdressed, mission accomplished.”

Her face bloomed bright red, blue eyes radiant from the heat in her cheeks, “Now, now, husband, really,” she tsked as she came and took my arm, “Let’s go, husband. We don’t want to keep her waiting.” Rachel’s voice was flush and her eyes molten, a blue heat that dared every part of me to try and keep up.

Ashley had kept Tiffany and Adelia from interrupting our departure and we walked through the apartment doors and through the royal apartment lobby to the elevator.

“Where do the faculty stay?” I asked as the gilded elevator closed and the attendant took use down.

“Only one floor down, just below the royal apartments. The headmaster is the only one who resides at the top of the tower.” Rachel answered.

It only took a moment to reach the faculty floor and was the shortest ride I had thus far taken in college elevators.

Rachel tugged my arm, her excitement leading us into the faculty housing. The hall was wide and carved in marble with gilded lamps that cast soft orange glows through the hallways. They branched around the central elevators and arm in arm Rachel led us to Trianna’s apartment.

Rachel tugged my arm, her excitement leading us into the faculty housing. The hall was wide and carved in marble with gilded lamps that cast soft orange glows through the hallways. They branched around the central elevators and arm in arm Rachel led us to Trianna’s apartment.

The door was a slab of inlaid blackwood, polished to a mirror, the number plate glowing faintly with a runic signature. Rachel knocked, three crisp taps, and we waited half a heartbeat before the door swept open under its own power.

"Exalted Prince Grayson, Lady Rachel… How punctual,” Trianna said, her voice lowering as she drew out the words. “You look delicious. Please, come in. Shoes off, if you would.” Trianna wore a green nightdress that barely reached the tops of her thighs; the fabric clung and shimmered, drawing every eye to the line of her hips and the echo of long, dancer’s legs. Over this, she’d thrown a robe made of a gold and green confection that was more suggestion than concealment, slipping from one shoulder to bare the long line of her neck. Her breasts, full and high, were cradled by a lacy emerald bra, the cleavage deep and almost criminal. A flash of matching panties peeked as she moved, the lace intricate enough to count as an enchantment. She glided forward on bare feet, her red hair piled up in a bun, a few strands curling down the nape of her neck.

I stepped inside, Rachel just behind me, both of us slipping shoes off in the entryway. The warmth in the apartment was a velvet thing, scented with perfume, old books, and something sharp and sweet with a tang of mana that made the air buzz faintly in my teeth. The lights were all indirect, gold and honey, shadows pooling in the corners and painting everything in soft focus. It was unlike the harsh white light of enchanting workshops. I took it in, all at once: the neat stacks of arcane texts, the low settee striped in emerald and gold, and, standing in the center like a statue unveiled was Professor Trianna in her emerald nighty.

She looked us both up and down, her gaze lingering on Rachel’s dress, then on the line of my shirt, and finally, a slow smile. “You both clean up beautifully. Rachel, that blue is devastating the way it is just painted on you... delightful.” each of her words dropped warmth into the space between us.

“Tha… Thank you professor, you’re, you’re so beautiful also.” Rachel stumbled over her words bright red cheeks causing her to avert her eyes some.

Trianna came over to her and took her hands and moved close, “Now, none of that I’m looking forward to teaching this evening,” Trianna brushed her lips against Rachel’s cheek.

“Thank you, I… I have diagrams… for a sword,” Rachel said breathless as she kissed her back.

“Well come let’s look them over,” Trianna said tilting her head toward the living room. there were plush sofas and chairs but Rachel and Trianna headed straight to the drafting table in the corner that looker out the high window of the mage college tower on the bay below. The last of the purple and orange evening light spilled in from the room bathing the two exquisitely dressed enchanters as Rachel laid out the notes she had made for the sword we were going to make for me.

“Well come let’s look them over,” Trianna said tilting her head toward the living room. there were plush sofas and chairs but Rachel and Trianna headed straight to the drafting table in the corner that looker out the high window of the mage college tower on the bay below. The last of the purple and orange evening light spilled in from the room bathing the two exquisitely dressed enchanters as Rachel laid out the notes, she had made for the sword we were going to make for me.

“Let’s see,” Trianna purred, brushing her fingers along the edge of the first diagram. “Blade structure, steel core…” She trailed off, her gaze darting over the runic notations. “Orichalcum needle as an enchantment anchor. Clever, very clever.”

Rachel’s cheeks flushed. “I thought the orichalcum would create a stable channel. If you embed the needle just off the tang, the resonance will propagate through the entire blade.” She leaned in, her bare arms brushing against Trianna’s. The contact was electric, and neither of them pulled away.

Trianna’s lips curved. “Intelligent and ravishing, Mmm,” She glanced down the blue line of Rachel’s dress, then back to the diagrams. “Steel with orichalcum properties… but you’re not using true orichalcum for the blade itself?”

Rachel shook her head, braid swinging. “No. The needle is the only exposed orichalcum. The rest is standard steel, folded and quenched as usual. The enchantment array is what matters. I designed it to mimic the lattice of orichalcum, using only mana flow and the resonance cascade from the anchor enchantment point.”

I watched Trianna’s hand slide down, slow and deliberate, to rest on Rachel’s hip. Her palm fit perfectly against the tight curve of Rachel’s ass, fingers splaying out with calculated certainty. “You’d need a very tight mana flow here.” Trianna’s voice dropped, almost a murmur. “Right along the spine. If you lose containment, the whole thing will shatter. You’re not worried?”

Rachel tilted her head, blue eyes bright as she bit her lower lip gazing into Trianna’s eyes, “the enchantments will be very tight, and the feedback regulation will envelop the mana completely…Mmm.” Trianna was softly needing Rachel’s ass as she spoke.

Trianna leaned in, her body inching nearer, breasts almost grazing Rachel's shoulder, her breath hot against Rachel's ear. "Tight enchantments, yes. The orichalcum needle will bind it all, forcing the steel to mimic every property. Sharpness, resilience, even the mana conductivity. No need for rarer metals. "

Rachel's breath hitched, her hips shifting under Trianna's grip. "It'll work.”

Their arms tangled now, elbows touching, then forearms pressing as Trianna traced a rune on the paper. "Feel that potential? So tight, so controlled. I can already sense how it'll pulse. This will work perfectly."

Trianna’s eyes flicked to mine, dark green and full of appetite. “You see it too, don’t you, Eric?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice lower than I expected. “The lattice will hold. You’d get orichalcum properties with steel, and the resonance would be… Deep.”

“Deep… Yes, I do love a deep and thrumming enchantment.” Trianna echoed, her hand now sliding into the cress of Rachel’s squirming ass. “That’s how you want it, isn’t it? Tight, focused, just on the edge of breaking?”

Rachel’s breath caught. She nodded, lips parted, blue eyes locked on Trianna’s, “ye… yes.”

Trianna let her hand wander to the slit in Rachel’s dress, nails dragging lightly over the blue silk to stretch the opening across Rachel’s naked thigh. “You’re not afraid of wild, are you?” she whispered against Rachel’s ear as she slid her hand along the upper blue lace of Rachel’s panties. Rachel reclined on me, Trianna’s hand massaging her ass as it pressed along my cock.

Rachel shivered, her whole body trembling against me, but she didn’t pull away. Not even a little. “Trianna…” she whispered, voice shaking only at the edges.

Trianna shot me a look, green eyes dark and playful. “Eric, you following the lesson? Or are you just enjoying the demonstration?”

“Both,” I said, not even pretending otherwise. “I’m learning a lot.”

Rachel’s face flushed, but she leaned into Trianna’s touch, her ass grinding harder against my cock. “The enchantment only works if you trust the channel. If you relax into it.”

Trianna’s fingers slipped under the blue lace, stroking Rachel’s bare skin. “She’s right, you know. The best enchantments are always a little dangerous. The line between control and chaos.” Her hand moved lower, cupping Rachel’s heat, and Rachel gasped, her whole body going taut.

Trianna smiled, slow and wicked. “That’s it, darling. Let it build. Let it burn.”

“Ye… yes pro… professor.” Rachels breathless words moaned in the air, her head tipping back onto my shoulder, exposing her pale throat.

My hands found her waist, holding her steady as Trianna worked her magic, pulling the blue lace of her panties to the side.

Trianna’s voice dropped to a purr. “You see, Eric? The trick is layering".” Her hand didn’t leave Rachel’s panties, but her other hand reached for mine, pulling it to join hers between Rachel’s thighs.

The heat was unreal. Rachel’s panties were damp, her arousal soaking the lace. My fingers slipped in beside Trianna’s, and the two of us stroked Rachel together, slow and deliberate.

Rachel whimpered, her hips moving helplessly between us. “Gods, Trianna, Eric… oh, yes, right there…”

I curled my fingers, working in sync with Trianna. Rachel clung to the edge of the drafting table, knuckles white, breath coming in ragged gasps. The diagrams crumpled beneath her as her knees went weak.

Trianna kissed Rachel’s shoulder, her tongue tracing her collar bone. I slipped Rachel’s dress straps with my left hand, as Trianna’s tongue traced Rachel’s breast to her nipple.

Rachel moaned, her blue eyes rolling back as Trianna’s tongue flicked over her nipple. I let the strap of her dress fall, baring the pale, tight arc of her breast to the amber light. My hands found her waist, holding her steady while Trianna tormented her, mouth and hands working in sync.

“Gods, Trianna,” Rachel gasped, arching toward her. “Yes, more. Don’t stop.”

Trianna chuckled, the sound low and hot. “You’re so sensitive, darling. It’s beautiful.” She took Rachel’s nipple between her lips, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Rachel’s hips bucked, grinding back into my cock. She was slick and trembling, her soaked pussy quivering around Trianna’s and my fingers when they plunged into her heat.

Rachel’s whole body arched, and she let out a high, raw moan, “Mmm… yes Professor… yes,” her thighs trembling around our hands.

Trianna was working her, two fingers inside, thumb circling her clit. I worked my own fingers in beside hers, feeling the velvet grip of Rachel’s pussy clench around us both. She was dripping, soaking her blue lace, every little movement making her hips buck and roll against the edge of the drafting table.

Trianna grinned, all heat and hunger. “She’s so wet. You feel that, Eric? She wants it. She wants both of us.”

I didn’t bother hiding my own arousal. My cock was straining against my pants, hard as iron. “She’s always like this when she gets started. She wants to be filled.”

Rachel whimpered, shoving her ass back against me, trying to grind on my cock through the thin fabric of her dress. “Please… fuck… Trianna, don’t stop, please…”

Trianna grinned over Rachel’s shoulder, lips shiny, licking her own mouth. “You’re going to break the table, Rachel. Such a good girl, you want to come so badly you’re shaking.”

Trianna let go of Rachel’s breast with a wet pop and knelt instantly, her green silk nighty bunching up around her stomach exposing her green lace paneities. She hooked her hands behind Rachel’s knees and pulled her open, magic holding her aloft as her blue dress bunched high, panties shoved aside. Rachel’s pussy was smooth and flushed, swollen and slick.

“Beautiful,” Trianna purred, her voice vibrating right against Rachel’s cunt. “You taste even better than you look.”

She started licking immediately, tongue flat and wide, lapping at Rachel’s clit with hot, firm strokes. Rachel’s head snapped back, braid whipping over her shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream. Trianna sucked her clit hard enough to make Rachel shudder, then flicked it side to side, never letting up.

Trianna looked up, her mouth glistening. “She tastes so fucking good my Prince, get your cock out. I want to see you fuck her. She needs to be fucked. She needs you hard and deep while I eat her out.” She popped her lips and went right back to sucking on Rachel’s clit, making obscene noises. I didn’t need to be told twice.

“Gods, yes, please, fuck me, fuck me…” Rachel was begging now, voice gone desperate, hips grinding into Trianna’s mouth. Trianna slid her tongue deep, thrusting it inside, then sucked the whole mound into her mouth, making Rachel cry out again.

I lined my cock up to her from behind. “You want it, Rachel? You want to feel both of us using you?”

“Yes, yes, please, I need it, I need you both, oh fuck…”

I slid my cock in inch by inch, the gushing heat of her pussy exploding around me as Trianna’s tongue lapped at my shaft and Rachel’s swollen pearl.

Trianna moaned into Rachel’s pussy, sucking and licking, her hands spreading Rachel open wider as she floated in the air. “She’s going to come so hard, my Prince. Can you feel her shaking? She’s already close.” She sucked Rachel’s clit between her lips and rubbed her tongue over it in tight, hard circles.

Rachel arched, her pussy spasming around my cock and Trianna’s tongue. “Oh gods… oh fuck, I’m—I’m…” The words broke, lost in the animal sound that ripped from her throat. She came, body locking up, legs shaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

Trianna never stopped. She rode Rachel’s pleasure, her tongue working faster, sucking every drop of slick from her cunt. My cock throbbed inside Rachel, the heat of her orgasm squeezing me so hard I almost lost control.

Trianna’s gaze locked with mine, her lips still wrapped around Rachel’s clit. “Let her milk you, Eric. Fill her up. She wants it, needs it.”

I drove deeper, my hands locked on Rachel’s hips, pounding into her while Trianna tongued every inch of her pussy. Rachel screamed, the sound raw and bright, her body jerking with every thrust.

“Don’t hold back,” Trianna growled, her voice muffled by Rachel’s cunt. “She loves it. Give it to her.” She shoved her face deeper, tongue stabbing inside, licking up my cock as it slid in and out.

I exploded, seed spilling into Rachel, the thick heat of my cum mixing with her own wetness. Rachel moaned again, the sound broken, desperate, pure.

Trianna pulled back with a gasp, licking her lips, then sucked my cock and Rachel’s mixed juices, her tongue greedy for every drop.

I set Rachel down to a sofa, holding her steady as she collapsed on to the couch, her breath coming in little shudders. Trianna wiped her mouth and pressed herself up, green silk riding high on her hips, thighs glossy with arousal.

I reclined on the sofa as Trianna slide her legs over Rachels face, and bent her head between my legs, pushing them apart, her hands strong and sure. She took my cock in both hands, squeezing the shaft, milked the last of my cum from it, then swallowed the head into her mouth. The heat of her lips was pure shock, a wet velvet that clamped down and sucked the air from my lungs.

“Fuck, Trianna…” I groaned, my head rolling back.

She hummed around my cock, the vibration lancing up my spine, then pulled back just enough to lick the slit, her tongue hot and slick. “You taste like her, and it’s perfect.” She grinned and went down again, taking me deeper, her throat working as she swallowed every inch.

Trianna choked on my cock, spit and drool spilling down her chin. “Oh, fuck, Rachel, yes, touch me, eat me while I suck him,” Trianna begged, her voice thick around my shaft.

Rachel didn’t hesitate. She buried her face in Trianna’s pussy, tongue flicking over the swollen lips, then sucking the clit in hard pulses. Her fingers plunged inside, two at once, fucking Trianna slow and deep. The professor’s whole body went taut, mouth locked around my cock, throat working as she took me all the way in.

I braced one hand on her head, fucking Trianna’s mouth as Rachel devoured her from behind. The wet, obscene noises filled the room, a symphony of sucking and licking.

Trianna’s moans echoed around my cock, her hair wild as she pumped her mouth up and down the shaft, spit flying. She jerked her head up, eyes blazing, panting as she stroked me with both hands.

“Rachel. Drawer. Get the toys.” Trianna’s voice was ragged, hungry, her thighs trembling as she ground down on Rachel’s tongue as she pointed to a drawer by the sofa. Rachel fumbled finger plunge into Trianna as she pulled out the drawer spilling the toys on the floor.

Rachel grabbed one as Trianna moaned, “use them on me while Eric fucks my ass.”

Rachel didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the thickest toy from the pile. The thing was about the size of my cock, carved from jade with a spiral of runes etched up the shaft. She was panting, face red, her hands almost shaking as she fumbled her panties down her thighs. Her pussy was already gushing from my cum, slick pooling on her inner thighs, the blue lace bunched around one knee as she slid it into her pussy to wet it.

Trianna braced herself on the sofa, ass in the air, the green lace barely covering her holes. “Go on, Rachel. Shove it in. I want to feel you fuck me while Eric stretches my ass. I want to feel him fill me while you use my toy.”

Rachel’s tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes locked on Trianna’s cunt. She knelt, spread Trianna’s lips with two fingers, and shoved the toy in, slow at first, then hard. Trianna gasped, the whole length of the jade shaft vanishing into her dripping pussy.

“Fuck! Yes… yes, fuck me with it, Rachel. Harder. Gods, your hands are perfect.” Trianna was already rocking her hips back, greedy for more as Rachel climbed under her.

I lined my cock up behind Trianna, sliding the tip over her tight ass. She was clenching, her rosebud twitching with every thrust and lick Rachel gave her from below.

Trianna’s ass was clenching, the tight star of her rosebud twitching in anticipation. I pressed the head of my cock against her, spit-slick and needy, and watched as Rachel pumped the jade toy in and out of Trianna’s cunt, her knuckles white from the effort.

Trianna’s voice broke, hunger and command tangled together. “that’s it exalted prince, slide it… Mmm oh, yes, slid it in, good boy, good prince…”

I lined up and pushed forward, the pressure building until Trianna’s tight asshole finally gave, swallowing the head of my cock. “Fucking hell, you’re tight,” I groaned, hands locked on her hips.

Trianna howled, the sound raw and perfect. “Yes! More, Eric, more, don’t stop. Harder.”

Rachel pumped the jade toy in time with my thrusts, her own panties tangled around one thigh, her free hand buried in her own dripping cunt. “Fuck, that’s so hot,” Rachel mumbled from where she was sucking Trianna’s clit, watching as my cock disappeared into Trianna’s ass. “You’re stretching her so wide…”

“Ahh, goddess yes, let your teacher have it. all the way in…” Trianna’s ass milked me, every inch squeezing like a vice.

Trianna fell into Rachel’s pussy, a devouring howling animal feasting on the sopping soaked sex of her student. I fucked her ass in long hard strokes and the bulging vibrating jade toy plunged in and out of Trianna’s pussy.

Trianna’s ass was a vise, squeezing me so hard the blood roared in my head. “Oh gods, yes, my prince, fuck me, stretch me wider,” she moaned, voice breaking on every syllable. “Rachel, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, I want to feel it, I want to come with both of you.”

Trianna looked back at me, hair wild, eyes brilliant green and full of hunger. “Come in me, Exalted Prince. Fill my ass, let me feel you explode. Rachel, make me scream. Make your teacher proud.”

Rachel was moaning now, lost in it, her own pussy dripping as she watched me fuck Trianna. “Oh gods, yes, yes, come in her, Eric. She wants it so bad. She’s soaking me, she needs to be filled.”

I felt my own orgasm building, the pressure molten, unstoppable. “Ready, Rachel? Ready, Professor? You want my cum, both of you?”

Trianna’s voice was a ragged growl, “Yes, Eric, yes, fuck yes, fill me, fill me, fill me, I’m going to come, right now, oh gods, right now, do it, do it, do it!”

Rachel’s own climax hit first, her cries muffled in Trianna’s cunt as she came, thighs shaking, hand buried in her own pussy.

Trianna’s body went taut, every muscle locked as her orgasm ripped through her. Her ass milked my cock, her cunt clenching around the jade toy, her scream echoing in the air. “Yes, gods, yes, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck, Rachel, Eric, YES!”

I slammed deep, my cock exploding, seed pouring into Trianna’s ass. Her ass squeezed me, a velvet vise. I let go, thick heat jetting into her. The shock of it made Trianna howl, the sound wild, feral, her cunt spasming around the jade toy as Rachel’s tongue never let up.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re flooding me, yes, my prince, give me all of it!” Trianna’s voice shattered, fingers clawing at the cushions as she slammed back on my cock, hungry for every pulse.

Rachel’s nails dug into Trianna’s hips, holding her open, face buried in the glossy wet mess between Trianna’s legs. “You’re both so fucking hot, gods, you’re leaking all over, professor, you should see yourself,” Rachel giggled, her voice thick with arousal, “I’ve never seen anyone milk him like that.”

Trianna collapsed forward, her forehead pressed against the back of the sofa, ass still high as I emptied the last shuddering ropes inside her. She was panting, sweat streaking her spine, green silk bunched above her waist, the lace twisted and buried in the crack of her ass. The sight of it made my cock twitch, and Trianna felt it, shivering with aftershocks.

Trianna glanced back, hair wild and cheeks flushed, and gave my cock a little squeeze with her ass. I didn’t even have time to enjoy the sensation before Rachel pressed in close, her tongue lapping at the mess dripping from Trianna’s cunt. Sweat and perfume, the coppery tang of mana, all of it mixed in the air. Trianna rocked her hips back, grinding on my cock as if she wanted to keep every last drop inside, and then pushed forward, burying her face between Rachel’s legs.

Rachel squealed, her body jerking up from the sofa, blue dress bunched around her waist, nothing covering her except the tangle of blue lace at her knee. Trianna sucked hard, tongue flicking fast, and Rachel’s thighs clamped around her head. Not a single ounce of mercy, just pure, greedy hunger. I watched as Trianna’s fingers joined the party, shoving two, then three, into Rachel’s gushing sex.

Trianna finally pulled off, chin glossy and eyes wild. “You taste perfect, both of you,” she panted, flopping beside Rachel and drawing her into a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Rachel didn’t hesitate; she shoved her tongue into Trianna’s mouth, desperate to taste herself and the professor’s spit.

I slumped to the side, catching my breath in the velvet cushions. The lights in Trianna’s apartment had gone dim and golden, the only sounds now the ragged breathing and the occasional, soft moan from the sofa pile.

Trianna disentangled herself, her body gleaming with sweat and streaks of blue and green lace. She reached for me, dragging me down into the cushions beside them, and I let her. Her mouth found mine, and she bit my lip, then sucked my tongue, almost daring me to take her again right there.

Rachel curled up on my other side, her braid wild and her dress a lost cause, the blue silk stained dark with sweat and sex. She nuzzled my neck, her hand drifting down to my cock, stroking it with lazy, gentle affection.

Trianna wrapped herself around us both, all curves and heat and the low hum of magical exhaustion. She pressed her mouth to Rachel’s ear, whispering little nothings about how brilliant she was, how she’d never seen someone so perfectly designed for enchantment, how exquisite her cunt tasted when she came.

Rachel glowed under the attention, her body soft and boneless. She cuddled closer to me, her fingers never leaving my cock, the slow, mindless squeezing a ragging calm that flushed through the world.

The hours blurred. We sprawled together, sweat cooling, then heating up again as hands and mouths wandered. Trianna tasted Rachel’s cunt from my cock, then kissed me, her mouth slick with the flavors of both of us. Rachel, never content to just watch, straddled Trianna and rode her tongue, crying out in shudders that left her breathless. I lost track of how many times we made each other cum until the night faded into dream and all memory was lost upon the tides of sleep.