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🌶️ Top percentile, largest fraction [Maddyn]

This thread contains significant descriptions of sexual content.
Timestamp
Autumn, Era XXVIII Post Fractum
Location
Temple of Sinful Delights, Moonstone
Content Warnings
NSFW - Explicit Sexual Content
Arrangements made, space for the two of them to work with, a pair of tongues lapping diligently over Sliucha's snatch, when they weren't fencing with one another at any rate. And when you had a pair of talented Vysstichi going at it like that, when you were already close anyway? It'd take a very short amount of time for Sliucha to feel things bubbling over, twitching and squirming as she came all over the both of them, shamelessly capturing the way she drenched them in sticky girly squirt in nice high-definition Vox video!

Dizzying, blissful, panting happily in the aftermath. Seeing if she couldn't sit up properly and pull Dynne and Sulekh up to where she was - suck the taste of her own cunt off their tongues, engage in some heated makeout sessions.

And... see about pushing Sulekh onto her back in kind?

Let's have Sliucha and Dynne pay the Vysstichi back in kind, and do much the same thing? Tag-team eat the dark elf out until she was gushing?

(And of course, Dynne'd get her turn next!)
 
A bit of a squeeze between Sliucha’s thighs, but Dynne and Sulekh all about making the best of things as they lay, shifting so that Dynne was instead now on top of the other Elf. Didn’t hurt any giving the younger Champion of Alithea an opportunity to better breathe properly and without the weight of the athletic Alithean on top of her.

Tongue lapping and kisses, and each, deft hands, teasing caresses all about as they sought to ensure that everywhere was a whole lot of ‘feels good’ for the Champion of Alithea. Each eagerly enjoying, tasting of the High Priestess as they settled in to worship between Sliucha’s legs in the oh so preferred manner of Lust Cultists everywhere.

Where there was to be no respite as Sliucha found her release, only the pleased smiles from the Alithean pair as in the aftermath? Drawn up to claim sticky kisses with the object of their affection. To taste and tease, to share sloppy indulgence for the Vox and their own pleasure alike.

Tag-team? A repeat of things to come, or rather, cum?

Sulekh couldn’t get on her back fast enough as she settled in for the long haul, long legs spread for Sliucha and Dynne alike to continue the performance!
 
Sulekh, on her back!

Sliucha and Dynne? Figuring out the positioning from there! Where surely they could come up with something that didn't involve one being directly on top of the other... for all that? Well, obviously, it'd only be fair if Sliucha was the one on the bottom, if it came down to it. Pretty sure they could figure out something that involved a little bit more squeezing in from either side...

But, swapping a bit in regards to the positions that had been held before? Dynne working over her fellow Vysstichi's cunt, while Sliucha tackled the rear?

Let's see how Sulekh would fare against the tag-team action! Trusting Dynne to take care of matters up top, while Sliucha lolled out that length of long, sinewy tongue - teasing at that anal portal before getting herself nice and crammed into those depths! Mmmmmmwah~, deep kiss now!
 
Request a daisy-chain, and with it? Might not have fit the image of the theme, but the more time that Sulekh spent with Dynne and Sliucha? It was certainly encapsulating the core concept as they double-teamed one another.

Switch and swap, flesh against flesh as the glistening sheen of water and sweat alike as the tangle of limbs, hands moving across each other and the music that was the sounds of lust accompanying the trio.

Dynne on top and Sliucha from below, and Sulekh struggling, hips gently grinding between them as she eagerly sought to be in the midst of the two’s own efforts. To experience what Dynne and herself had so happily been providing unto their High Priestess alike.

Which as experiences went? Positively divine!

Panting and gasping, the lewd moans singing through the baths as Sulekh quivered and trembled between them, squirming as her hands clasped and held Dynne close, running through the Dark Elf’s hair…
 
Well, chains could bend, right? Nobody said it had to be a straight chain, right? Just a really bent chain with Sulekh in the middle was all!

Arms wrapped underneath the dark elf's legs, helping ensure that Sliucha could stay nice and close, properly smothered between those cheeks. Noisily, sloppily, audibly making out with that asshole, lips pressed up against that sensitive ring, tongue digging and lapping away diligently. Leaving Dynne to take care of matters up top, and utterly devoted to the task before her!

Swirling, churning, drilling, twisting, probing - working that tongue deep. Occasionally tugging it back out just to that the Vysstichi would get to enjoy the feeling of that sinuous length squeezing its way out, teasing against the squeeze of the anal portal around it - lapping at that dark hole, focusing momentarily on the exterior - before pressing forth once more, to plumb those depths.

All sorts of cardio, right? Let's see if they couldn't get Sulekh's heart pounding in a different way, give her a blissful orgasmic workout! (Mmmmmmwah~!)
 
Marathon versus a sprint, and for all that Sulekh was much more of a distance runner in both the fields and the bedroom? When on the other end of Sliucha and Dynne, she was very, very quickly being rendered all kinds of breathless. Exposed, back arching and trembling, hands running through Dynne’s hair and holding the young Elf close between the athletic souls’ legs.

Cardio!

And within moments, Sulekh very much unable to think straight. Squirming as the first orgasm hit her, searing into the second as they chained the Elf within mere moments - balancing the heightened sensitivity neatly and allowing for another as the Elf creamed herself anew.
 
...mwah~!

Unrelenting, why stop at two? Why not see just how many they could potentially get out of Sulekh, right? Pushing onward, unceasing, unrelenting - because when somebody was busy orgasming, that was hardly the time to stop doing what you were doing. No, that was the perfect time to keep doing what you were doing, and push them towards greater blissful highs!

Really get the dark elf's heart pounding, a proper carnal workout! For all that eventually it would subside... which was probably a good time to give Sulekh just a bit of a breather. Time to gather her wits back together and recover from what she'd been through. Time to... make out with Dynne! Whose face was no doubt rather sticky with all that Sulekh had to offer.

Suck the taste of that Vysstichi cunt off Dynne's tongue, and give Sulekh a bit of a rest. After all, they still had Dynne to double-team after!
 
Trembling, shaking and struggling to think clearly as Sulekh was on the receiving end of Dynne and Sliucha’s attentions. For the soul that was more about the long haul, where ‘edging’ was far more commonplace within the Elf’s experiences? Chained, bouncing from one orgasm to the next was a fresh experience and one that Sulekh was increasingly struggling to keep up with.

Flushed and sweaty, the twitches and shifts as hypersensitivity was increasingly running into a possibility where the knife-edge of pleasure and pain was going to lead to the risks of discomfort the more than Sulekh was pinned between the two Alithean Champions.

Three…

Squirming, keening moans and positively wrecked as Sliucha turned her attentions back to Dynne. Left flopped upon her back, gasping for air and looking more than a little wild about the eyes as Dynne happily settled up to continue their fun as Champions together. Mwah~!
 
Mmmmwah~!

Deep kisses! Wandering hands! Chests squeezed together, and Sliucha very much encouraging Dynne to get on her back, with the senior Champion laid out on top of her. Granted, at the same time? Doing her best to ensure that Sulekh wasn't just totally left in the dust over there - even if the dark elf was supposed to be 'recovering.'

Nipping at Dynne's neck, kissing over her shoulders. Slipping fingers between the dark elf's legs, teasing over that mound, even as she leaned over to plant a firm kiss over Sulekh's lips, give a long lap right over that clit. Switch back, tease at Dynne's bosom, gently pinch a nipple between her teeth, work those tits over as she slowly slid those digits into Dynne's mound. Had a free hand? Reaching over, languidly swirling a finger over Sulekh's clit, encouraging the Ves'Alithean to rejoin them once she was ready...

...but helping ensure that she'd be at the right level of passion once she was!
 
Sulekh? More than a little bit wrecked in the aftermath of being double-teamed so, and in the interim? Dynne all kinds of happy about a day that was largely being spent with Sliucha to boot. That for every other soul that they managed to ‘update’ upon the status of the Temple and their doings, who couldn’t quite keep up? Well it just meant more time that the younger Champion got to spend enjoying life and commandeering Sliucha in the meantime.

There was certainly worse ways to spend one’s day.

Deep kisses and hands every exploring, ever familiar with each other’s bodies as Dynne grinded and nuzzled, squeezed and teased as she gave an elated moan as Sliucha’s fingers slid inside her. Her own hands working over Sliucha’s chest and ass, hips shifting as she ground against the Alithean Champion’s fingers as Dynne was all for just enjoying the day as it’d unfolded.

Thin, barely visible, the red lines of fate still entangling, connecting Sliucha and Dynne even as the strength of the OlysĂŠran Court had waned considerably.
 
Kisses! Deep kisses. Hungry kisses.

Sulekh free to join in whenever she pleased, of course, just...

Fervently making out with Dynne. Furiously fingering that cunt. Attacking that bosom like the snack that it was. Lining smooches down that taut tummy, and finding herself diving face-first into that Vysstichi muff soon enough. Arms once again finding themselves wrapped around underneath Dynne's legs to help keep the two of them secure, snugly attached to one another as Sliucha ate her out.

Tongue-fucking, clit-sucking, using her arm to properly drive those fingers in there, making sure to put in just as much effort (and perhaps then some!) as before! regardless of what round they were on. Let's get Dynne... cumming! Turn her into a quivering, orgasmic, blissful little pile of mush!

(...and also Sulekh was definitely still here, right? Right?)
 
Tender, and Sulekh, not rushing when it came to rejoining the pair of Alithean Champions. Winding down, enjoying the show between Dynne and Sliucha alike as she but relaxed along the waters, content to bask in the moment.

Eventually? The more athletic of the group taking up the Vox and making with recording the show rather than hoarding it all for herself. Lethargic, but there, lazily moving about as Sliucha ate Dynne out. Sweeping about the room, changing the angles and taking the opportunity to grow her skills in matter of being one of the Temple’s prospective ‘Directors’ when it came to filming pornography.

Rough, unskilled, but had to start somewhere and if nothing else? Practice makes perfect!

Where Dynne? Increasingly running into her own issues, trembling, feet kicking, splashing at the waters as she was positively wrecked.
 
Mmmmmmph~.

Sliucha? Posing for the Vox, of course. A lot more ostentatious with the tongue work, making sure that the camera could catch the motions. In her opinion, at least, it was generally better for the viewer to see a bit of what was going on. Could she just hold herself in place and work that tongue internally, buried deep inside of Dynne? Sure! But for the sake of the audience, they should get a chance to really see the length of oral monstrosity that was churning about, twisting and writhing, within the Vysstichi's interior.

Lap over that mound. Twirl over that clit. Dynamic motion, not to mention the soundscape of what was happening, the squelching and wetness and frenetic nature of it all.

Also, if Sulekh wanted to gather a bit of experience as a director? Best to take a variety of shots! Which was to say, once Sliucha had managed to wrench at least a good set of orgasms out of Dynne? It was time to slide her way back on up again, draaaaaag that long length of tongue out of the dark elf as Sliucha got the dark elf's legs lifted up. Lift those hips so that Sulekh could get a good shot of the big bad bitchbreaker that had sprung out, throbbing madly between Sliucha's legs...

...where surely if there was anything at the Temple that an amateur Voxographer should learn how to capture, with the way Sliucha ran things? It was the mating press.

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~! 💢
 
Record and…holding off on the sharing, as Sulekh? Figuring if nothing else, that it was probably polite to ensure that when using Sliucha or Dynne’s Vox, that she wasn’t just messing around with their belongings. Polite! Well-mannered and, at least that way the pair of Alithean Champions’ had the option available upon whether they wished to view the lewd acts themselves prior.

Splish-splash! The water being kicked up about as Dynne’s legs finally relaxed, trembling and having the shakes, muscle fatigue signs present as she was left gasping for breath in the aftermath of Sliucha’s going down on her so.

Eyes wide, no rest for the wicked and Dynne? Nodding vigorously as the ‘bitch-breaker’ was brought to bear and Sulekh briefly moving in to focus, a close-up shot of the behemoth before deftly darting out of the way!

Mating Press? Mating Press!

Tried and true, and Dynne’s feet no loner splashing in the water so much as pressed up far, far closer to her shoulders once Sliucha brought the meaty package to bear!
 
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!

Knot soon finding itself slapping up against Dynne's pussy lips, chests grinding sensuously against one another. Lip-locked, tongue-filled, sloppy makeouts. Fingers intertwined, sheer momentum and force helping keep everything pressed into the right position. And Sulekh, having plenty of freedom to move about and capture everything on the Vox, as at the moment? The pair of Alithean Champions in front of her, probably not thinking all too much about the composition of the shot at the moment.

Perfect time for Sulekh to figure things out on her own, do her own thing!

PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP~!
PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAP-
-SPLRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT~!

Scrabbling forward, muffled snarling, knot sinking its way into that Vysstichi twat as Sliucha blew a nice, fat load into the dark elf's quivering interior... creamy excess quickly spurting its way out around the imperfect 'lock', Sliucha possessively looming over Dynne as she filled up the junior Champion...
 
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