Refrain

by Nathan Ravenwood

  “Very funny.” The orc put a little sway in her hips as she crossed the room. “But seriously. Shirt off, mister.”

  Vann complied, shrugging off his shirt and dropping it onto the floor. Janaza sat down next to him on the bed, her palm pushing him forward gently so she could look at his back. Her thigh and hip pressed against his, her earthy scent filling the air around him in a potent cloud. “Any lingering pain?” she asked him. “Sharp? Dull? Feel like something's not fully closed up in there?”

  “A little ache,” Vann said. “But nothing too substantial.”

  “Call me paranoid,” the orc said. She drew her knees up and scooted behind him on the bed, both her palms plying his shoulders. “I'm not exactly the best battlefield medic.”

  Her hands were doing wonderful things to his state of mind, his blood humming in his veins and his cock stiffening in his pants. “During fights you do seem to be focused more on the hurting than the healing.”

  “Healing magic ain't easy,” Janaza said, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. Her thumbs pressed down right on the place where his shoulder blades met his spine and pressed. Vann let out a pant, his body reflexively pushing back against her touch to get more of that delightful feeling coursing through him. “It requires lots of practice, lots of technique. Knowing just what to press and where.”

  “Again, you don't need to go to all this effort to get what you want from me,” Vann said as he squirmed slightly.

  He heard her laugh softly, followed by a rustle of cloth. Then two wonderful warm globes pressed against his back, smushing against the muscles there. “Indulge me,” Janaza said, her arms wrapping around his waist. Her deft fingers undid the catch on his pants, pawing open the fabric to close around his cock. Vann's manhood pulsed gently in her hands as she caressed him.

  “What was that about what and where to press?” Vann breathed, leaning back against her.

  “That's very important,” Janaza said solemnly. “But also where to fondle, where to caress.” Her breath fanned out over his ear, warm and tingly. “Where to stroke.” Her hands closed gently around his cock and began to move up and down slowly, her thumb finding the groove in his cockhead and pressing there.

  It felt so good to let everything else go, to enjoy the feeling of her hands on him as he worked his cock with immeasurable experience. Vann let his head fall back to rest against her chest, as her teeth nibbled on his ear. Warm delight coursed through him, dulling the aches and fatigue of the day.

  Then another knock came at the door.

  Janaza slowed her stroking, but didn't stop. “Hello?” she called. “Who is it?”

  “Cel.” The satyr's voice was barely audible through the door and over the rasp of fingers on cock. “Can I come in?”

  “Can she?” Janaza said idly in Vann's ear. “I know I liked what I saw when she lost her shirt today. What about you?”

  Vann's cock surged against her palm, earning a little giggle from the orc. “Come in!” he called, barely able to keep his voice from cracking.

  The satyr opened the door and stepped into the room. “I wanted to come talk to the both of... oh!” Cel stilled on the threshold of the room. She too had found a replacement top, though hers fit her better than Janaza's had. “Am I... interrupting?”

  “That depends,” Janaza said. She drew back from Vann, turning her body towards Cel so the satyr got a good look at her bare, succulent tits. Vann turned around as well, and he saw Cel's eyes flick down and widen hungrily as she saw the impressive manhood standing stiff in his lap. “Do you want to interrupt, or let things proceed as they will?”

  Cel looked at them both for a moment, then lifted a leg and kicked the door shut. It slammed into the frame with enough force to jar the crossbar out of it's standing position so it fell across the width of the door. “Proceed,” she said, reaching up and hurriedly undoing the string ties on her top. It fell away a moment later, exposing those perfect breasts that Vann had glimpsed during the fight earlier but hadn't had a chance to properly admire.

  “Zero hesitation,” Janaza said, crooking a finger at the satyr. “I like that.”

  Cel moved across the room to them, setting a knee on the bed. She undid the other ties on her pants, peeling the leather away from her hips and thighs. Her lower body was deliciously thick, her thighs almost as big around as Janaza's, flowing up and out into a plush, furred lower body that Vann desperately wanted to run his fingers through. At the center of it all, her groin looked as familiar as all the ones he'd explored lately, as if biology itself had known that one day people from two different species would wish to come together in the most intimate of ways.

  “You're gawking, Vann,” Janaza prodded him as she slipped out of her own pants.

  Vann blinked as he felt his face grow warm. Cel giggled, then did a quick turn in place. Her ass was divine, firm yet thick, with that adorable teardrop tail curling up and away above it. The underside of it was white, and the fur there flowed down into the cleft of her legs. “Can't help it,” Vann said.

  Janaza crawled over to Cel and nuzzled at the satyr's chest. “Well then, get your pants off.”

  Vann felt he set a new personal record in stripping out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor as Janaza dragged Cel onto the bed atop her. The orc kissed the satyr fiercely, wrapping her up in a tight embrace as their legs tangled. He watched for a moment as they got into it, their bodies shuddering as the two women tasted each other for the first time, exploring each other eagerly. It was one of the most alluring things he'd ever seen.

  Eventually they parted, lips linked by a strand of saliva. “Your turn, Vann,” Janaza panted. She rolled the both of them over so that Cel was on her back, then sat back on the satyr's hips to pin her in place.

  Vann dipped his head to nuzzle her. “Hi there.”

  “Greetings,” Cel giggled.

  Then they were kissing, lips pressed together and tongues dancing between their mouths. Vann tasted Janaza on Cel's lips, along with the satyr's own sweetness. He let his hands roam, his fingers brushing against Janaza's as they rubbed her upper body, her skin burning hot to the touch. Cel let out a little whimper as his fingers traced the line of her tiny titties, his mouth slipping down to her neck. He felt a hand close around his cock, unfamiliar, yet making motions that were.

  “Jealous,” Cel panted to Janaza. “This is huge.”

  “I'm not one to keep it all for myself,” the orc said, nuzzling down the curve of Cel's body. “You're more than welcome to it.”

  Cel looked pleadingly up at Vann. Who was he to say no? He got up on the bed, propping himself up on his knees so that his thick cock bobbed and swayed in front of the satyr's face. Cel leaned forward, capturing his cockhead between her lips, then slowly parting them so that she could take him into her mouth. At the same time, Janaza spread the satyr's legs with hands on her knees, her lips leaving trails through the fur of Cel's lower body. “Never eaten satyr pussy before,” the orc murmured. “Wonder how you'll taste...”

  Cel could only hum in eager anticipation with her mouth full of Vann's length, her head bobbing back and forth gently along it. Her tongue lathed along the underside, curling and sliding up towards the head to lap the precum leaking from Vann's tip. He had to reach out a hand to the wall to steady himself as stars exploded in his vision from her ministrations.

  Then Cel's mouth opened and a long moan slipped free of her throat as Janaza buried her face between those furred legs. They kicked once, then hooked over the orc's shoulders. Vann heard Janaza laugh softly against the satyr's labia, along with sucking noises as the orc went to work. He watched her go, licking his lips.

  A hand closed around his thigh. “Fuck my face,” Cel said.

  “Say what?” Vann said. His eyes widened as he saw the look on her face. It was hunger, the drive to sate a need as basic as food or water.

  “Jam this down my throat,” Cel said, slowly caressing his wet length. “Pull my hair while you do it. Please.”r />
  “Oh, you better do what she says, Vann,” Janaza said, pausing to adjust her posture so she was lying on her belly instead of supporting herself with her elbows. “That's the sound of a girl who knows what she wants.”

  Cel's eager tugging on him squashed any reservations about what he was about to do. Vann threw his leg over her shoulders, her body so thin she was able to fit between the fork of his legs. He took himself in hand and guided his cock to her lips again before pushing forward with his hips. Cel's eyes rolled back in her head as he slid into her mouth, his hands closing around her soft, curly hair and tugging gently. “Like this?” Vann growled.

  “Mmmph!” Cel's cock-muffled groan sounded overjoyed.

  “That sounds like a yes,” Janaza panted.

  Vann began to move his hips back and forth, dictating the pace this time as he tugged gently on the satyr's hair. Cel's nostrils flared wide as she inhaled, drawing his musk into her nose like a drug addict. Her shoulders bucked and writhed underneath him, her hands finding his thighs and squeezing. Power and pleasure surged through Vann in equal measure, some primal part of him enjoying that the satyr was at his and Janaza's mercy.

  Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, Cel's head fell back and her mouth opened, his cock falling from her lips. “I'm gonna... I'm gonna fucking...” She went silent, her mouth working but no sound coming out as she came, and came hard.

  “Ack!” Janaza spluttered. Vann looked over his shoulder to see the orc rubbing her mouth with the back of her arm. “Seems Miss Submissive here is a bit of a sploosher.”

  “What did you just call me?” Cel said, sounding like she was a hair's breadth away from laughing her ass off.

  “A sploosher!” Janaza declared. She dipped her head between Cel's legs again. “But spirits, what divine sploosh it is.”

  Cel moaned, raising her head. Rather than sucking on Vann again, she nuzzled at the base of his cock, her tongue lathing the space where shaft met balls and going lower, lower still, until she sucked on Vann's sac eagerly. “Oh, that's...” Vann breathed.

  They kept at it like that for a while, until Cel let him go again to shudder through another powerful orgasm. Janaza was ready for it this time, her tongue curling and lapping eagerly at the satyr's juices. “Fucking delicious,” the orc purred.

  Cel was panting like she was in heat, just letting Vann's cock rest across her face. It was so base, yet so exotic. “I think she's gotten enough of me,” Vann said. “Trade places?”

  “Yeah, let her up.”

  Vann moved away from Cel, and helped the satyr sit up. She leaned back against him as his arms wrapped around her chest to cup her tits and fondle her nipples. Janaza slid her fingers between Cel's legs, and they came away slick and glistening. She held them up to the satyr's lips, and Cel's soft tongue flitted out to lap her own juices off the orc's fingers. “More,” she mewled. “More.”

  Janaza leaned in close. “More, hm? More what?”

  “Anything.” Vann jumped slightly as Cel's hand closed around his cock. “Everything.”

  “In that case...” Janaza dipped her head, kissing along Cel's shoulder. “I think you should eat me out, while Vann takes that big, wonderful cock of his and fucks your tight little satyr pussy with it.” Her eyes flicked up to Vann. “If that's what he feels like doing.”

  Vann joined her in kissing Cel's shoulders, making the satyr squirm and moan between them. “Do you even need to ask?” he muttered in between kisses. Cel's skin was delicious, damp with sweat with an exquisite taste underneath. He squeezed her tits roughly, and she mewled in his ear.

  Janaza let herself fall backwards, lying back on the pillows with her hair fanning out around her head in a dark halo. She spread her legs and her labia with a finger. Cel practically ripped herself free of Vann's arms to slither between the orc's legs, kissing her cunny eagerly. Her posture made her rump lift up in the air, that cute tail lifted and curled away from the delicious tight curve of her ass. Wetness glistened between Cel's legs, her arousal beading on her cuntlips like morning dew from Janaza's earlier ravaging. He pressed up behind her, sliding the length of his maleness into to groove of those swollen, slick labia, and got a plaintive moan from the satyr.

  “Spir-fuck!” Janaza panted, her fingers threading into Cel's hair and pushing the satyr's mouth into the cleft of her legs. She giggled, then arched her back. “Fuck, you're good at this...”

  The sight of Janaza getting devoured was too much for Vann to bear, and all thoughts of teasing went out the window. He lined himself up with Cel's cunny and slammed himself into her with one firm thrust. He needn't have put any real effort into it – the satyr was so drenched he glided into her, bottoming out in one motion. The sudden rush of heat and wetness around his cock made his head spin, and Vann couldn't help but let out a loud, incoherent gasp of abject bliss.

  Cel's head snapped up out of Janaza's pussy as she let out a loud, squeaky moan. “He's so big,” she crooned. “How can he possibly be this big?” Her hips rolled and slapped into Vann's pelvis as she drove herself up and down his length. Her entrance trailed along his thick length, the tight ring pressing on him in all the right ways.

  Vann grabbed the satyr's hips and began to meet her motions, moving his hips back so that only his tip remained inside her before they came together in a sharp smack of flesh. “Ask the First Gods that,” he panted, almost pulling her into him.

  “I feel as though I'm being fucked by one...” Cel trailed off into another incoherent series of moans as Vann plowed her.

  She was so tight and slick, squeezing around him like a silk vise, and Vann felt as though he wasn't completely in control of his actions. Some baser instinct set his frantic pace, manifesting itself in his growls and grunts as he sheathed himself inside the satyr again and again, and in the firm, controlling grip that his hands took on her hips. There, in the moment, her cunt belonged to him, and he was going to wring every iota of pleasure that he could from it.

  “Don't inflate his ego too much,” Janaza panted. She was practically crushing Cel's head into her cunny, the satyr making wet slurping noises as she feasted. The orc met Vann's eyes over the curve of Cel's body, shining with pleasure at the sensations in her own body and at the sight of her human lover ravaging a slick, eager cunt.

  Vann bent over Cel's body, keeping his pace constant as he braced himself with one hand on the bed and wrapped the other around her midriff. His mouth went back to Cel's neck, chomping down and making Cel squeal into Janaza's pussy. The satyr's cunny spasmed and clenched around him as she came, somehow becoming more slick, more hot. She was shuddering, quivering in utter pleasure as she was pinned between Vann and Janaza. The orc was already on another plane of pleasure, fingers twisting in the sheets as she shuddered through another orgasm brought on by Cel's eager tongue.

  “I'm not... gonna last... much longer...” Vann grunted into Cel's ear.

  “Don't you dare pull out,” Cel said.

  That was all the encouragement Vann needed, and he kept thrusting, rolling his hips and driving himself deep into her, until he couldn't take anymore.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he murmured, his voice hoarse. He saw stars the first time his cock spasmed, all the tension in his body snapping free in a single, glorious moment as his orgasm rushed into Cel's pussy. He groped her breast and held on tight as he shuddered and burst inside her again and again, until cum was leaking out around the wide base of his cock and dripping down his sac and thighs to bead on the sheets underneath them.

  When he was finished, Vann slowly drew back. His cock gleamed in the light streaming through the window, slathered with a melange of his cum and Cel's own juices. He let himself flop onto his side, breathing heavily as residual pleasure coursed through him. Cel had gone limp atop Janaza, panting in bliss with her cheek resting on the orc's belly. Janaza idly played with Cel's hair, lost in her own delight from the satyr's tongue work. None of them said anything for a while, content to bask in their hazes of pleas
ure and the scent of sex in the room.

  Vann dozed off for a little while, and when he became aware of himself again it was only Cel lying on the bed next to him, the satyr curled up on the sheets. He lifted his head and looked around.

  Janaza stood across the room from them, leaning out the open window. Her back was to him, giving Vann full view of her strong back and thick rear end. She was framed by a halo of moonlight, utterly gorgeous in repose like the finest paintings he'd ever seen.

  Vann slowly rolled out of bed, padding gently across the room so as not to disturb Cel. He slithered up behind the orc, pressing himself against her back. “Hey, you.”

  Janaza hummed contently. “Can I help you?” She nudged back against him, her rump flush with his pelvis.

  He wrapped his hands around her waist, resting his palms on her abs. “You okay?”

  “Just fine.” She grabbed one of his hands and gently lifted it to her mouth, her lips ghosting across his knuckles. “You?”

  Vann molded himself into her back, nosing into her thick veil of hair and inhaling the smell of her. They stayed like that for a while, neither saying anything as the soft sounds of the night filtered in through the window, surrounding them with a soft, natural music like no other.

  “Do you think I made the right choice?” Vann murmured into her braids.

  “In regards to what?”

  “Letting MacAngus and the others go.”

  She turned her head so her jawline was against his lips rather than her hair. “Why, do you think you didn't?”

  Vann kissed her face softly. “I'm just wondering. Rorzan was really quiet all afternoon, which is... quite disconcerting.”

  She laughed. “This is true.”

  “And I talked to Marebaas earlier. Apparently Rorzan set up plans back when he was still alive. So his insistence that he's making this up as he goes along is a complete lie.”

  Janaza nodded. “I'd begun to suspect as much.”

  “I don't know what to do about it.” He squeezed her. “I want to believe he chose not to tell me everything at first in case something happened, and I turned out to not be what he was looking for. But more and more I get the sense that I'm not what he wants me to be.”