The Aspect: The Cessation's Harbinger

by Ajax Lygan

  “I’m guessing you’re all confused.”

  “Yeah,” they replied in unison. They all shared a laugh before turning to Tempest, waiting for him to speak.

  “I think you all know who, but it didn’t start until a few weeks ago.”

  “Your wardens, I’m guessing?” Alfonso asked.

  “Yeah, Riika and Ella. Although it didn’t happen till recently. See Ella and Riika both have a ton of history together as a couple, they split, and eventually got back together. However, during that same time, we all three developed feelings for each other. Once we arrived and Queen Maileath confirmed me as the Aspect, they decided to stay.”

  “I don’t know why, but the way you told that story was really cute,” Alyndra said. “Although I am still saddened that we never got to find out about you ourselves.” Tempest froze as Alyndra looked at him with her seductive smile. Even the way she held her drink, he found arousing. He knew this was going to be his tipping point if nothing broke their gaze. It was at that point that Alfonso let out an obnoxious yawn, stretching his arms overhead, and began standing up.

  “Well, I think I just hit my limit. I am beat.”

  “Aw,” Saïgra moaned. “But I never got a turn.”

  Alfonso smiled as he rubbed the towel along his scales. “Worry not, Lady Saïgra, I’m sure her majesty and his Eminence will provide plenty of entertainment while I am gone.” Tempest cocked his brow as he faced up at Alfonso, who returned his gaze with a subtle wink and a nod. Tempest smirked and nodded in appreciation.

  “Lady Saïgra, Queen Alyndra, and your Eminence, I will cherish our meeting this eve, and look forward to spending time with you in the days ahead.” With a deep bow, Alfonso turned and left the area. The three sat in silence as they listened to his whistle fade into the night. Queen Alyndra wasted little time to seize the opportunity. She reached out and grabbed Saïgra’s hand and held out her other one until Tempest took hold.

  “Would you both like to join me in having a drink back in my room?”

  Tempest and Saïgra both looked at each other and froze.

  Saïgra bit her lip and pulled her knees to her chest as she contemplated her decision. “I will if Tempest will.”

  The two women immediately turned to Tempest.

  “Give me one second,” he said backpedaling into the deeper part of the pool. He dumped his head underwater and screamed as loud as he could. When he popped up, Alyndra and Saïgra were grabbing their towels and drying off. “Okay, I’m good.” Tempest asked one of the acolytes to bring him one of the plush robes as he dried off. When they were all set and dressed, Queen Alyndra led them down the stone walkway. The sound hit them before they were close enough.

  Pleasure filled moans, splashing water, and grunts were precursors to the sight waiting for them. A sea of bodies pressed, folded, and sprawled into a shameless display of obscenity. Drums, string instruments and flutes played as vervean women danced for onlookers who masturbated to the tantric dance. Lines formed for both men and women alike, allowing everyone to get a turn from those given the privilege. Partners swapped in between thrusts as people left and joined in the foray. The smell of sweat and bodily musk was thick on the air, trapped by the hot mist from the springs. However, when Tempest looked into the corner of the room, he paused, rubbed his eyes, and gawked.

  King Orum and Queen Vatia were laying nude in a lounge chair like two overseers of lust watching their life’s work unfold. The two enjoyed themselves along with the guests, as King Orum gripped Queen Vatia’s breast as she rode him. She rubbed the back of her hand along his cheek as she pressed her back into him, rotating her hips with a sequence of the music. The two gave a wicked smile as they locked eyes with Tempest. Tempest quickly looked away but caught glances of their glare as he hurriedly shuffled back toward his companions, who moved beyond the hot springs.

  When Tempest closed the sliding door behind him, he couldn’t help but tilt his head. The music, moans, and sounds of slapping skin evaporated behind the thin paper walls. He cracked the sliding door open, barely, bringing an assault of sound that he heard moments before. Well, that’s convenient, he thought to himself.

  Once through the other side of the changing area, the trio made their way to the front entrance. A similar sound of debauchery echoed from the courtyard as those not taking part in the hot springs still found accompanied pleasures in their temporary dwellings. With the bonfire still raging, those nearby worried not for the sanctitude of privacy. To Tempest, it seemed like the only ones not participating were the acolytes, until he saw several snickering, as guests led them to their nearby tents. Neither of the spectacles seemed to affect Saïgra or Alyndra negatively. If fact, it seemed to excite them more as both clung to Tempest’s arms, squeezing tighter and giggling at the lustful roars and howls from the carnal symphony.

  They walked up to the third flight of stairs before stopping at a nearby room. Tempest felt déjà vu as Alyndra led Saïgra and himself in. The room was a mirror of the tent that he remembered back in Ashwreath, albeit in a smaller space. Soft everlasting torches reflected yellow light off of the white marble floors, casting a yellow hue on everything in the room. The same oversized bed with silver metal and blue curtains took up the bulk of the space in the room, with two chairs sitting on both sides. Only one metallic chest provided storage at the end of the bed. A small metal table and chair sat in the closest corner topped with a glass decanter which was a stark contrast from the parchment strewn from one laden with plans of rebellion.

  “Wow, this feels very familiar,” Tempest said.

  “It should,” Alyndra said, smiling. “I’m a fan of keeping things familiar.”

  “Wait, this isn’t an illusion, is it?”

  Alyndra stepped to the decanter pouring its contents in three glasses. She turned and handed one of each to Tempest and Saïgra.

  “You’ll find out soon, cheers.” With a clink of the glasses, Alyndra drowned her drink in a single gulp. She wiped her lips with the edge of her hand, grabbing the glasses and shoving them back on the table.

  Like a fight bell going off, when Alyndra tossed the metal goblets onto the table, Tempest felt Saïgra wrap her arms around his own, pulling them behind his back. He felt her vines wrap around his wrists, lightly restraining them. The blue in Alyndra’s eyes were bright like the moon as she licked the remaining wine from her lips, sliding off her robe in one fluid motion. She reached both sides of the front of his robe, pulling the opening apart, and pulling it over his shoulders, exposing his upper torso. His entire body shook as the women pressed themselves against him, feeling their warm breath across his skin. In an alternating fashion, the two women lightly kissed his exposed skin, barely applying any pressure in an effort to tease.

  “Fuck me…” he slowly let out.

  “In time,” Alyndra said with a devilish smile. “But first…Saïgra is going to help me get a little payback for you leaving me high and dry, isn’t that right?”

  “Yup,” Saïgra said, drawing her tongue along his ear before softly biting. Tempest swung his head upright and attempted to defend himself, only to have Alyndra’s finger pressed to his lips.

  “Shhh, no talking.” Tempest smiled and let the women perform their magic.

  Their kissing became more passionate as they moved up around his neck. They both lightly licked before the kiss, sucking on the spot before moving to the next one. The tickling sensation almost made Tempest lose his balance as both women’s smiles pressed through their lips. They both rotated to the same side of his neck and Tempest could hear but no longer sense the smack of their lips.

  He kept an eye cracked open to see the two women’s tongues entangled in their mouths as they took deep breaths, pressing themselves harder into Tempest. They moved their hands along his sides as they massaged Tempest’s body with their own. Tempest couldn’t help but smile as he felt the faint drip of Saïgra’s lust as the two continued.

  The full body sensation was overwhelming and Tempes
t’s adrenaline spiked.

  By this point, the bottom of the robe was not doing its job of concealment, as Tempest’s shaft pressed on the underside of Alyndra. Feeling it underneath her, she let out a small moan. But everything halted when she pulled away, crinkling her nose. She took in a few quick breaths before letting out a sneeze that squeaked like a mousefolk.

  “Oh, my gods, do you both smell that?” Alyndra asked. Saïgra brought her hand to her mouth as she let out a small laugh.

  “It’s Tempest. He lets out a pheromone, making him smell like your favorite smell.” Alyndra jerked her head back and raised an eyebrow, staring back and forth at the pair. She leaned her head in closer to Tempest to take a few quick whiffs.

  “My gods, it is you!” she shouted, pulling her head back. “I literally want to eat you right now; you smell so good.”

  “What does he smell like, though?”

  “You mean you can’t smell the freshly baked strawberry pastries?”

  “No,” Saïgra giggled. “To me, he smells like wild cherry lilacs, which are my favorite flower.” Alyndra bit on her nail as she looked back and forth between Tempest’s eyes and his lips. Without warning, she pressed her lips onto his. She savored his taste as she rolled her tongue along his, suckling it like it was a piece of candy. As their mouth’s collided, Saïgra draped her fingers along Tempest’s chest while she sucked onto his neck. It made it hard for Tempest to concentrate as the two women toyed with him. Alyndra finished by grabbing onto Tempest’s face and sucking hard on his lips as she pulled away.

  “Oh, that was good. It was like I could taste it on your tongue.” She leaned back and looked down, staring at Tempest’s throbbing member. She ever so slightly smirked, as she made a walking motion with her fingers down his chest and leaned in to whisper.

  “Speaking of…I wonder what else tastes good.” Tempest jolted as Alyndra grasped his cock with a firm grip, filling the girls with laughter.

  With the other hand free, Alyndra curled her finger toward herself in a rapid motion.

  Tempest followed as Alyndra led him to the side of the bed. He felt his binds loosen momentarily, long enough for Alyndra to slip his robe off before Saïgra slid her arms under his own, raising them over his head. After she’d loosely secured them, both women pushed him onto the bed.

  He crossed his wrists behind his head, settling himself in the plush bedding to enjoy the start of the show.

  Alyndra pulled Saïgra over by the hip and rolled her hand along her neck. She pecked along her neck and chin as Saïgra moaned, silencing the dryad as she made her way to her lips. They were slow and sensual, taking their time to focus on one another.

  The two smiled, looking over at Tempest as he watched. He lay there, staring in wonder at two pairs of bright red and blue eyes. They were like two gems in a wand of enchantment, siphoning away his will and heightening his lust. The two turned back toward each other and shared one more kiss before Alyndra turned Saïgra toward Tempest.

  There was the sound of a loud smack. Saïgra let out a yelp when Alyndra slapped her ass again, gently pushing her forward. Saïgra took her time, crawling on her hands and knees, kissing Tempest’s body with her tongue as she sensuously made her way onto the bed. When she reached his face, she hovered over him as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Well, hello there,” Tempest said, raising his eyebrows.

  Saïgra raised hers and opened her mouth in the shape of a circle before leaning next to his ear. “You weren’t supposed to talk, so now you’ll have to be punished.”

  Tempest couldn’t help but laugh as he eagerly awaited his punishment.

  Saïgra sat up and shuffled her knees around the sides of Tempest’s head before hovering over his mouth. “Get to work,” she playfully commanded. Her slit was already dripping in anticipation.

  It was clear to him that she was just as eager to be pleased as he was, and so he dived right in. Saïgra gasped as Tempest pressed his tongue into her, coaxing a giggle from Alyndra. He covered his tongue in her juices, savoring the sweet, nectary taste of her wondrous peach.

  With every pass of his tongue, Saïgra quickly inhaled and exhaled as if she was hyperventilating. He rolled and folded his tongue as he explored her folds and suckled on her clit, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. He could tell from her twitching and the involuntary squeeze of her thighs against his ears how much she enjoyed his ministrations.

  He thought he had everything under control until he felt the warmth of Alyndra’s mouth on the head of his shaft as she savored her own taste of Tempest’s flesh. He pressed back into the pillow and moaned, only to have Saïgra grip his hair and pull him back into place at her nexus.

  “Please, please don’t stop,” she whimpered.

  It was an impossible task, though. Alyndra did not wait for a slow buildup. She pressed Tempest as far as she could as fast as she could, lathering him completely in her spit. His mind went blank as she slid him up and down her mouth, taking momentary breaks to tease the underside of his tip with her tongue.

  With unexpected expertise, she rolled her tongue along the head of his shaft before plunging him down her throat on the downstroke, while rotating her lathered hands around his shaft on the upstroke. In a buildup of his own pleasure, he increased his tongue speed to match Alyndra’s.

  It wasn’t long before both he and Saïgra both reached their limits. Tempest snapped the vines around his wrist, grabbing onto Saïgra’s thighs and pulling her tight against his face as they both shouted. When Saïgra collapsed back onto the bed, Alyndra pulled away, tasting the remnants of Tempest’s leftover seed.

  The two girls glanced at each other, then stared down at Tempest’s rod as it continued to twitch.

  “Well, that was impressive,” Alyndra said, dragging her finger over his tip. She jumped onto the bed, assuming Saïgra’s previous position but in reverse. Tempest writhed in painful laughter as Alyndra played with his super sensitive tip with her tongue. Trying to concentrate, Tempest grabbed a nearby pillow, folding it underneath his neck for support, before he began nibbling on Alyndra.

  She looked back over her shoulder the moment his lips embraced hers. Her gasp and moan turned into repeated obscenities as Tempest savored her like a feral beast devouring its next meal. As she felt herself begin to peak, Alyndra gripped Tempest’s hips, using his own body as leverage to grind her mound onto his tongue and lips.

  “Oh fuck, Tempest!” she cried as her pleasures peaked.

  He kept her there, at the edge of the precipice before sending her over the edge by nibbling on her rigid pearl. Feeling a flood of warmth crash throughout her body, Alyndra fell to the side, panting and spasming. With a guttural groan, she continued running her hands all over her body. Saïgra, seeing her vulnerable, rolled between the girl’s legs, picking up where Tempest had left off.

  Tempest couldn’t help but laugh as Alyndra yelped at the sudden attack on her still sensitive clit. Looking around the room, he got up from the bed, walked to the corner table, and took a few swigs from the wine bottle, providing some much-needed lubrication for his well-exercised jaw. When he turned back around, he saw Saïgra’s apple shaped bottom waving side to side like an exotic snake, dancing to the charmer’s flute.

  He brought the bottle with him, setting it on the nearby chair before diving face first into Saïgra’s sex. Making sure it was plenty wet, which it had been long before he started, Tempest stood, bracing himself with one leg up on the bed as he pulled Saïgra’s bottom toward him. With little resistance, Tempest pressed into her slowly. Saïgra attempted to lift her head to gasp, but Alyndra refused, gripping onto her hair with a firm grip as she inched closer to another climax.

  With a deep breath, his control already waning, Tempest rocked his hips in synch with Saïgra. He took it slow, closing his eyes and luxuriating in every inch of their connection as he pulled back until his tip threatened to slip from her raining sacred temple. She felt unlike anything he had ever experienced,
squeezing him the entire way in and all the way out.

  Tempest had to pause and take a breath as even taking it this slow, a familiar tingling warmth started to build into his groin, indicating he was approaching his limit. Saïgra, however, was of a different mind and soon took matters into her own hands.

  When he slowed down, she responded by picking up the pace, pressing eagerly back into him, giving him no time or space for a reprieve. With Alyndra’s final satiated shout fading away, Saïgra pushed herself up onto her arms and began to slam herself back into Tempest.

  Tempest, knowing he couldn’t last, leaned into it, grabbing a fist full of her viny hair in one hand and her hip with the other, thrusting into her at the same tempo. With a final curse, Tempest and Saïgra moaned together in mutual ecstasy, nearly falling onto Alyndra.

  They laid there for a moment, savoring the minutes they were connected together. Saïgra let out a small whimper when Tempest rolled off of and out of her. He gently kissed the back of her neck, running an appreciative hand from her taut ass up her lovely back. She smiled lazily.

  They all situated themselves in a tangle on the bed, passing the wine bottle back and forth to quench their thirst. Tempest couldn’t help but enjoy a sense of entitlement as he admired the pairs of red and blue eyes that stared back at him. With a snap of her fingers, Alyndra smothered the ever-burning torches.

  With the room now completely dark, Tempest rolled over and coddled the two women next to him. He draped his hand along their sides, pulling them close as the three of them drifted off into a deep slumber.

  19

  Day of Disposition

  A whispered voice, as if echoing down a long hallway, gradually crescendoed as Tempest returned to the world of the living. A smell of sausage, eggs, and hot tea flooded his nose, bringing a soft smile to his face.