A LONG NIGHT [Ekstatikoi]

For every luxury in her life, there was a stress. Bliss was a busy elf. There was the Wallflower to manage, a sprawling empire of smut packaged in tasteful wrappers. A household of servants - even if Kayla and Ephraim managed the day-to-day affairs of the dozens of souls who laboured for them. Her commitments in high society, the neverending whirling daze of teas and dinners and balls. The finishing school for girls. The nurse's report on the health of the many family children. The demands of her own offspring. All of it conspired to regularly render her tired and irritable, and today was one of those dreadful days where it all seemed to crash down at once.

When Letalya found her, she was taking tea in the coffee lounge overlooking the house's carefully manicured back lawns, the small table in front of her covered in papers. Letters to answer, letters to write, reports to read - business and pleasure alike. The tension in her body was obvious in the tight grip on her pen, the rigid posture - though much of that came regardless from the overtight corset hidden beneath her pale blue dress, which permitted little deviance from proper posture. Subtler hints were clear to her familiar eye, from the set of Bliss's jaw - a slight grind of the teeth now and then - to the way her bare stockinged feet clinged at the floor, toes clenching next to discarded heels.

"You're working too hard again, darling." She said as she drifted over, resting her hands on Bliss's shoulders with a gentle squeeze.

"Mm..." Bliss offered in answer, taking a moment to put her pen down, reaching a hand to rest on Letalya's and offering a small smile in answer. "I know. But sometimes everything comes at once."

"You need a night off."

"...Maybe." Bliss blushed, the memory of what those words usually meant with Letalya rising unbidden. Long, languid nights sandwiched between her and her wife, smoking hashish and fucking, cuddling, and passing a night in a sleepless but restful haze of comfort and pleasure. Shaking them off, she swallowed lightly, squeezing Letalya's hand and looking back up at her. "Yes. I do."

"Good. Come by my rooms after dinner, then, and we'll take care of that stress for you." Letalya bent to press a kiss to Bliss's cheek before stepping back with a languid stretch the rival of any common cat's, a great and luxurious movement that turned her momentarily into a magnificent giantess.

"I'll see you later, darling... I've got something to take care of myself this afternoon, or I'd join you for tea." She turned, swaying back to the doors and pausing at the door to look back and grin over her shoulder.

"Wear the little white thong. Ariana loves it."

And like that, she was gone, leaving Bliss to blush brighter. She tried to disguise it with her tea, but failed, and sighed as she tried - and failed - to return her focus to the letters. The mere mention of her bubbly half-sister's preferences had left her nipples stiff against her dress, conjuring back those vivid memories.

The rest of the day passed without event. Her work passed mechanically in large part - simple responses to simple queries, orders for a new camera for the magazine in answer to her favourite photographer Fenillia's outrageous request for it, a request for a full accounting of profits for the year to the family's accountant.

Dinner was its usual somewhat formal affair in the great dining room with most of the family and the servants waiting, and it too passed in something of a daze. Light conversation, a good meal, her wife's lecherous attentions to her and their daughter both. When they offered to let her join them for an evening in the 'smoking room' upstairs - in fact a frightful space filled with bondage furniture - she politely declined, and they left her with a long kiss each at the end of the meal. A quick change, aided by her handmaid's strong hands (and oh how she wished he would, just once, take liberties...) and she was ready.

Letalya lived almost at the furthest point from the master suite, tucked at the very end of the left wing's ground floor, past the nursery. She favoured privacy and quiet - and did not count the laughter and general noise of children against it as some did - over ease of access, especially given the rest of the family's often bloody and sadistic sexual tastes, which stood in near direct opposition to her own.

Knocking briefly, she was admitted by Letalya's young handmaid (the only servant she permitted to attend to her private section of the house on anything resembling a regular basis) and lead down the short hallway to the parlour, where Letalya lounged on a chais by the fire, a sedate Worgen woman curled up as if a dog by her feet.

"Bliss!" She cried with pleasure when she looked up, rising to her feet to join her friend and draw her down onto the chais with her.

"Ariana is just getting ready for the night in the shower. I hope you can handle a long one tonight?" As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around her friend and lover, kissing her cheek and nuzzling against her.

"I think so... Just not too rough tonight. I'm a little sore from Hainora last night still."

"Of course. I'll let Ariana know - oof!"

Their discussion was cut short as Ariana made her entrance known, bounding onto the chais with them with a laugh, kissing them both eagerly, half-wet from the shower still and nearly naked. Puppy, the Worgen, looked up briefly before huffing and resting her head down on the rug again, resuming her nap.

"I think that's our cue..." Letalya laughingly continued, gently pushing Ariana off her and rising from the couch, helping Bliss up and nudging her towards the open door of their bedroom. "Let's get started and then we can relax more later."

With heavy curtains drawn against the winter air and the fire low, Letalya's private chamber took on the aspect of a cave, warm air thick with pleasant smoke, soft rugs underfoot a mirror to the fabric drapings of the ceiling. In daylight, the draperies were revealed as a great panoply of sheer silks in every colour; at night with but dim firelight they were a softly undulating dark sea, lit only by shimmering reflected ripples of light from the sensuous fire. The fabrics, the warmth, and the fire all conspired together to make the place one of calm and rest for those lucky enough to be invited into it.

Sweet smoke curled from glowing embers in a small brass vessel by the bed, a rare mixture of perfumes and scents that together smelled musky and enticing, feminine in some strange, powerful way - sandalwood and opium, frankincense and cinnamon, and rarer compounds that Bliss couldn't even hope to identify without hours of time alone with her friend's collection of mysterious powders and resins and oils that all mingled together with the underlying scent of charcoal from the fire and the smell of a human woman in residence, that slight, rich musk that no Elven nose could fail to notice. It was a far from unpleasant smell, especially for Bliss, who had by now grown so familiar with it that the smell was comforting, familiar, and just a little exciting all at once when layered with the omnipresent scent of hashish in the room.

Her first steps in this place at night always sent a shiver down her spine, brought up great torrents of memories of long hours spent together with the women who followed in behind her. Letalya, the ruler of this little cave, stepped behind her still lover, wrapping her soft arms around Bliss and kissing her neck gently. Ariana, her half-sister and Letalya's wife, gleefully bounded to the bed ahead of them, leaping onto it and turning as she did to land on her back, grinning up at the two, clad only in a pair of her favourite cotton panties, threadbare and silk soft with a hundred washings, a sliver of faded red fabric between creamy thighs that nearly matched her shock of long red hair, gleaming like burnished copper in the low firelight.

Ariana always liked to watch this part, the display of her wife and her half-sister stripping together. They were creatures of rare voluptuousness, figures like those of primordial goddesses of sex and fertility chiselled into stone in the twilight dawn of the world, and to see her wife's lips press to Bliss's neck again sent a little flutter of excitement through the hyperactive Elf's body, and the sound of Bliss's murmur of pleasure at the touch only heightened the moment. It took all her self-control to stay on the bed rather than leaping up to join them, and she actually bit her lip when Letalya's dusky hands began the slow work of undressing her lover.

Each button on the back of her dress revealed another inch of Bliss's pale skin, a deeper glimpse into a valley of cleavage deeper than anyone could believe possible, until the dress finally slipped free to gather around the outrageous swell of Bliss's hips, revealing the almost agonizingly tight cupless corset, whalebone long replaced with unyielding steel to render the impossible wasp-waist a fait accompli in yielding elven flesh. It made Bliss's incredible proportions all the more generous, the great swell of her breasts emphasized, her by no means naturally lacking hips reshaped by years of wear into a dramatic flare and sweep. White silk complimented her skin, but Ariana's eyes locked to her wife's hands, to the way they came up to gently cup one of those tremendously heavy breasts, caressing over it as she drew Bliss into a kiss with a softly murmured 'So full tonight...'

It was no idle statement. The blonde elf, like her heavier human lover, lactated prodigiously; the product of several children and an unceasing demand not just from the hungry mouths of babes but from her lovers, whether adventurously trying a taste for the first time or with well-cultivated and long-honed appetites. Constantly in demand for their milk, neither had ever stopped after the birth of their first children, and tonight Bliss was achingly full. Never small, it took a keen eye - and one as well familiar with the daily fluctuations in her size as Ariana was - to notice it, to notice the slight swell and bloat. None though could fail to notice the almost immediate response from Bliss as Letalya's fingers crept to delicately tease over her nipple; the way she shivered and pressed into the kiss, oversensitive, her let-down reflex triggering and her areolae drawing tight. Small beads of creamy, pearlescent milk formed near instantly in answer, and on the bed, Ariana squirmed, releasing her lip to pass her tongue unconsciously over them.

She was one of her half-sister's lovers with a well-cultivated appetite for the taste of that milk, and the sight of it so close was tantalizing and erotic. Self-control fled in the face of it, and before she realized what she was doing, Ariana was rising from the bed and stepping to her wife and their lover, latching on greedily to Bliss's free nipple, suckling at it and cupping it with both hands, delighting in the heft, savouring the flow of the warm milk along her tongue. Each breast was larger than her head, and that knowledge sent a thrill through her as much as the taste did. The softness of her sister's skin, the scent of her, was intoxicating in its own right, and when a gentle hand rose to press her more firmly in, she moaned greedily into Bliss's tit, suckling firmly, cheeks hollowing.

The taboo was not absent for Bliss like it was for the uninhibited Ariana, caught for so long in the orbit of her wife Letalya and her philosophy of epicurean hedonism and decadence that it had long ago withered on the vine, replaced by a blase attitude towards sex with her own family. For Bliss, it lingered even after years married to the matriarch of the Starshadows, and it spiced the encounter, made her flush and sent a little spike of shame through her body that despite herself only made her more aroused, made her curl her fingers in the copper hair of her half-sister and surrender herself gladly to unnatural lusts. Her wires were crossed, and it was the creeping sense of that shame that dampened her fastest between her legs, so much more than the mere physical delight of Ariana's eager tongue lashing against her nipple or Letalya's soft lips against her own. Her eyes fluttered closed in her surrender, and she focused on scent, on taste, on touch. On the feel of Letalya's own soft body pressed close behind her, and the wash of the warm air against her thighs as her dress finally dropped free, leaving her only in her undergarments.

Bliss's body was needy in many ways, Letalya had learned over the years together. It needed delicate touches sometimes and harsh punishments others, craving both. Her heart was the same, and Letalya was more than happy to satisfy it's need for softness in a way that Bliss's wife, with her dark and frighteningly sadistic tastes, couldn't. It was a strange arrangement between them, and it made these rare nights magic, swelled them with intimacy. Lovers married to other lovers, coming together but once or twice a month in these thrillingly erotic encounters, sneaking each other love letters and little kisses to pass the time. The arrangement was simply accepted by Bliss's wife, in part out of necessity and in part her own devotion to a (admittedly warped and sadistic) conception of free love. But for Letalya, the two women she loved most both delighted in these nights, and both were in front of her. It was as close to perfect as anything could be.

The sight, over Bliss's shoulder, of Ariana nuzzling at Bliss's heaving breast, of her pale pink nipples standing erect in excitement and her thighs rubbing together, was just as exquisite as the taste of her elven lover's lips, the delicate dance of their tongues. With no small regret, she reluctantly broke that kiss and drew away, just far enough to begin with the laces of that overtight corset, loosening them with no small effort. It took Bliss's 'handmaid' - a strapping, albeit extremely gay, bodybuilder - to lace her in properly, and the knots were always difficult to undo. It was a fashion she herself spurned, favouring her natural curves, the swell of her belly with fat. Her body was, undeniably, heavyset and thick, but nonetheless favoured hips, thighs, and chest. Only the visual illusion of the corset allowed Bliss to seem curvier than her, boosting the perceived size of her chest and her hips in excess of her fat epicurean lover.

By the time the corset was finally loose enough to remove, Bliss was shivering lightly, her breath ragged, both hands at Ariana's head holding her firmly to her breast - and struggling to keep her hips still as her half-sister's fingers stroked over her pussy through the soft silk of her panties, teasing her while she had no choice but to keep control and be undressed. The moment that tight garment left her body, she took a deep breath, the first in hours, swooning for just a moment at the queer sensation of her body decompressing. Letalya's lips pressed to her back, to the deep red mark left by the tightlaced corset, while the dusky priestess's fingers stroked over her sides, over the freed expanse of skin there. This was one of the few times she was free of the device, save for bathing, bondage too strict to permit its wear, or her many pregnancies - and each time Bliss found the sensation queerly unnerving, so accustomed was she to the tight press of steel ribs and padded silks around her body.

The discomfort of it faded quickly in the touch of her sister and their lover, and when Ariana pulled her greedily to the bed she more than eagerly followed, laughing softly, sliding onto the soft sheets with her and drawing in close for a passionate kiss, tongue darting between her lips to meet the other elf's, to dance and probe and explore with her, hands roaming freely over her. Ariana possessed a tight, lithe body, a stark contrast to both wife and sister, well-toned from her ceaseless activities, nourished by a seemingly indefatigable metabolism and more food than either of her partners for the night could even hope to eat, and she pressed it against Bliss's with utter delight. Almost any body could stir Ariana to lust, but soft curves and great heaving breasts had a soft spot in her heart, and even as familiar as she was with Bliss's, she explored it with great desire and attention, nuzzling between her breasts, kissing at them, caressing her thighs and stroking over her pillowy buttocks.

The two tangled together there on the bed while Letalya made preparations for the rest of the evening. Her handmaid - a delectable young woman who had greedily accepted the unpaid position and its onerous restriction of permanent (at least for the duration of the employment) chastity for her adorable little penis in exchange for the privilege of being near to Letalya's body daily - took care of the fire, the censer, and much of the cleaning, but certain things she reserved for herself. The hookah was one, and with brass tongs she set an ashy ember from the vessel on the bedside there, lit earlier by the handmaiden. The delicate arrangement of the opium pipe was another, the lamp a surprisingly simple affair free of the household's usual extravagance, a family heirloom. The sweet scent of the opium warming rose, and mingled with that of the mixture of hashish and sweet muassel curling from the hookah, and with a final check she finally joined her lovers on the bed.

Ariana was lavishing Bliss's great, soft, pale backside with kisses when she did, and Letalya joined her in doting on their lover, presenting one great, olive-skinned breast to the blonde's mouth and sighing with pleasure as Bliss happily took to her nipple. It was one of the strange intimacies they shared, feeding each other, and if Ariana were not keeping Bliss occupied as well - one hand in the redhead's hair to encourage her still - Letalya might have succumbed to the temptation to lie down and take Bliss's nipple in her own mouth, as they sometimes did. Her fingers found their way between her legs instead, slowly stroking over her dampened lips and through the neatly groomed forest of silk-soft black hair. The two pleasures mingled together, blurring, and she sighed, leaning her head back against the great mound of embroidered pillows.

"I love you both." She breathily whispered, eyes lidded heavy with arousal as her fingers played and Bliss drew milk into her mouth with each surprisingly demure, ladylike suckle, staring down into the blonde's eyes. Her other hand slipped down, gently nudging Bliss back from her breast, cupping her cheek.

"You can be yourself. You don't have to play at being a good lady in here."

Bliss flushed in response, nodding and pushing back against Ariana even as she did, before kissing against Letalya's nipple, stilling any answer by taking the rubbery nub back between her lips. Sometimes she needed those actual reminders that it was alright to let the noble ladyhood collapse into honest physicality and raw sensuality, spending so long in it as she did. It was part of the pleasure of these retreats into Letalya's den, the permission to just... Be, to take off her mask freely without the attendant sadistic torments that usually came whenever her wife ordered her to drop her mask.

Ariana paid the conversation little attention, even as her ears flickered. Her world was Bliss's ass, her cheek nuzzling against it, lips brushing over the skin. The great pale expanse of skin was marred only by a few fading cane marks, now long past the point of pain, but Ariana nonetheless treated them delicately with only the softest kiss before sliding in closer on the bed and licking her lips, spreading her half-sister's thick cheeks apart and running her tongue against her delicate pucker, puffy from recent use the day before, a little sore. The deep moan from Bliss only encouraged her, and she ran her tongue in gentle circles, waiting for her to open up and relax.

Tucked in the bedside drawer was one of Ariana's favourite little toys. It was old and banged up, but it was still her favourite and it still worked, and Bliss couldn't possibly take it all anywhere but in her ass without outright sorceries like Letalya used, and so there was no choice but to prepare Bliss for her, to massage and worship her hole until it softened for her and invited her to use it. Even then, they'd need a lot of lube and time, but that was half the fun of these long nights - they could afford to take it, to really enjoy themselves.

As Ariana worshipped below, Bliss worshipped above, only to be interrupted again by a gentle press of Letalya's hand back from her breast. Her face had a few lines now, the curse of mortality showing through, but as she leant down to press a kiss she was all the more beautiful to Bliss for them, motherly and warm as well as a sensual goddess. It was no surprise when smoke flowed between her lips in the kiss, the sweet mixture of shisha and hashish breathed from Letalya's lungs to her own, smooth and soft.

There was no cough, only a gentle exhalation in turn and a nuzzle together, the rush of the nicotine - something she rarely favoured - and the smooth spreading warmth of the hashish that followed in its wake, softening her body, relaxing her muscles and her mind. Her moan might have been from it, or from Ariana's tongue sliding brazenly into her ass as she relaxed completely - in that moment, cradled against her lover's soft body with her half-sister pleasuring her and the drugs washing over her, she truly couldn't tell. Her entire body thrummed with the same exquisite warmth and desire, bleeding together.

Another deep breath of smoke followed, the same wonderful press of lips first, Letalya taking the first draw from the amber mouthpiece, letting the sheer strength of this particularly potent dose wash into her first, filtering it for her lovers, her tolerance high from years of casual use where the others were but fledglings in comparison. The sheer sensuality of it, of the press of lips together and the touch of tongues, the sensation of the smoke flowing between them, was just as welcome, and by the last gentle breath she was fair melting herself into Bliss, sliding up slowly on the mound of pillows and drawing her lover's face between thick thighs, guiding her to her fragrant pussy.

Warmed by the smoke and by need, Letalya shivered, a trembling little moan escaping her heaving chest at the touch of a tongue replacing her own fingers. Her lover was expert at finding the spots that made her tremble and quake, and tonight was no exception. Even as Ariana in turn tongued her asshole, Bliss lapped and kissed, breaking here and there to press sweet lips to the thick olive thighs wrapping around her head, her hands resting on her human counterpart's broad hips, anchoring in the woman's robustness, her sheer magnificence. The scent she had learned to adore was strongest here, Letalya's unique musk, the fragrance of her body mingling with her pussy, with the scent of her arousal and her hunger and the hashish, and it made her head swoon as it joined the drugs, mouth watering, split flowing and gleaming on her lover's velvety labia, on the prominent peak of her thrumming clitoris.

Then, without warning, a slick finger slid into her ass, and it was her turn to moan. With Ariana's enthusiastic, if not overly skilled, attention with her tongue, she was already relaxed, her pucker slack and at ease, and the oiled digit probed into her easily. The second that joined it was no harder, the two together curling into her and her sister's tongue finding better use, trailing to her eager, needy pussy, lapping up the sweet nectar beading on her thighs and tugging her panties down briefly. Each press in of those fingers relaxed her a little more, and her focus returned again to Letalya's cunt - and somehow the word seemed more appropriate, earthier, for a human than for an elf in her mind - and her lover's pleasure as her sister's tongue flickered between her own labia.

A third finger joined the second, and Bliss's moan vibrated through her tongue against Letalya's clit, and both voluptuous women joined in a shiver. Letalya's thighs tightening around her head, Bliss was trapped between them, though she had no desire to escape. By now, her ass was well used to taking her sister's far larger offerings, and the third finger - though there was the faintest hint of an ache as they spread apart - was no challenge at all. She yielded to it, opened up to it, and wiggled in anticipation of what might follow. Letalya's insistent hand at her head, using one of her ears as a guide, focused her back on her lover's pleasure, and she offered an apologetic kiss before her tongue slipped between parted lips to run over the velvety skin before here, gathering the musky fluids.

Letalya was deliciously close. It was pulsing just beneath the skin, throbbing, building in her like a storm - that tension in her muscles, tightening her body, anticipation running through her. But the best orgasms are those that build, and she breathed deep and slow even as she pushed Bliss back down to work, focusing on controlling her pleasure, holding herself back, stilling her frantic heart and the stirring inner muscles of her cunt. But despite her efforts, it built fast and hard, excitement nearly overwhelming her, and it left her no choice but to give in... But not without a final act.

The small pipe on the bedside was a special secret to these nights. It was both frustration, used at the wrong time, and ecstasy in the right moment. Letalya brought it up quickly, placing the simple bone stem between her full lips and taking a deep, smooth draw and letting the sweet opium vapours flood into her body, holding her breath. The sensation of airlessness mingled with her rising pleasure, and as the first waves of the opium began to tickle her, she let go of her rapidly waning control over her pleasure, shuddering and breathing out a milky cloud of the smoke.

The rush of the opium through her body set her orgasm off like a great vibrant firework, and Letalya gasped, and cried, and squeezed tight at Bliss with her thick thighs as her entire body warred between relaxation and attention, muscles deep inside her dancing and rippling in her ecstatic orgasm. Her entire body burst with pleasure, radiating out from her cunt and her chest at once, warm and soft. Eyelids fluttering, the pipe fell from her fingers and her head lolled back against the pillows. This was the great secret of the drug in bed, the secret so many imitators had failed to grasp. Taken too early, it might sap the libido in favour of more opium, or render orgasm too difficult. But pairing that singular moment with the rush of a hit might turn a good night into an incredible one - even if the level of self-control and self-knowledge needed to do so was beyond the grasp of many.

Between her legs, Bliss didn't stop as Letalya's nectar washed against her lips. The human was no squirter, but her intense orgasm nonetheless drew her nectar from her in greater amounts, and the blonde elf dutifully gathered it on her tongue as she lapped and nuzzled, suckling gently at Letalya's clitoris hidden away in its hood for a moment before relenting at the slightly pained sound from the overwhelmed woman. A fourth finger distracted her as it joined the third, and the thumb came swiftly, and now there was real discomfort to work through. As Letalya slowly softened around her, released her, she lay her head on the curvy woman's thigh, gasping softly herself.

Ariana was slowly working her small, slender fist into her hole, and even as well lubricated as it was, as well-trained as her hole was, it was a painful stretch. The caress of her sister's tongue against her own pussy, bare and naked in sharp contrast to Letalya's, helped - but the pain could not be denied. It was a dull throbbing ache, turning sharp when Ariana's knuckles pressed at her, but Bliss breathed deep, and her fingers found her own nipple, adding more pleasure to the mix as Ariana slowly, gently, worked her hand in. It took long moments before she was able to relax any further, to stretch and admit her sister's small fist into her ass, and when it finally entered her she was sweating lightly, milk running from her nipple, breath ragged and Letalya, newly returned from her trip outside her own body, stroking her hair.

"Are you ready for her?" Letalya crooned gently in her ear, voice still a little muddled, speech a little slurred, from the opium and the orgasm. At Bliss's mute nod, she kissed her gently on the lips, unconcerned by her own taste on the blonde's lips, and slowly slipped away from her, taking Ariana's favourite toy from the drawers and passing it to her. It was another of Anwen's trinkets, the oldest the family still used. Unimpressive and plain in appearance, the effect it created on Ariana was anything but when she slipped it on and pressed the seal on the dull grey surface.

Between her legs, her panties rapidly swelled out, bulging. This was one of the secrets - albeit, poorly kept - of the family. Some, like Ariana, nearly always favoured one in bed. Others preferred their real bodies alone, as she did. But few of either school took to the magic as well as Ariana did, and the cock swelling between her legs, the balls forming, quickly overspilled her small panties, flopping out the front. The first time Ariana had tried one, Letalya had declared her to have the largest dick she had ever seen - and though since dethroned, it remained an intimidating phallus even limp, too long for any normal woman by far. It would be large even on a horse, and the sight of it made Bliss tremble in fearful, needy anticipation.

Ariana's grin only grew as Letalya slid back over to her with the bottle of lube they kept on the night stand, filling her hand with it and taking hold of the redheaded elf's already stiffening cock, kissing the tip and working the lube into it as it swelled and thickened. She drew back to better let her wife attend to her, rolling onto her back - fist remaining firmly in her sister - and smiling up at her, beckoning her down for a kiss which Letalya gave with great pleasure.

"Remember..." She spoke in a gentle hush, fist pumping along the larger and larger cock. "...go gentle, Bliss isn't quite as tough as I am." In truth, Letalya's legendary status as a size queen was facilitated only by secret rituals at her temple and strange sorceries. There simply wasn't space otherwise inside her for even a fraction of Ariana's cock save for her ass, and even there care was needed. Ariana nodded with a little giggle as she grew to full erection, a great intimidating pillar that swayed with her heartbeat, only slightly thinner than her fist.

"Let's make sure Bliss is comfortable first!" She offered, even as she was pulling her first slowly free of her sister - with a great writhing and a soft moan of pleasure and pain both before a slight, slick pop as Bliss's anus yielded to the withdrawal and Ariana's hand escaped - before rising up onto her knees.

"How about... Uh... You go under her and play with her pussy while I take her?" As she spoke, she wiggled her hips, letting her rigid (impossibly so, with her size, were it not for the magic) cock bounce and sway back and forth, giggling again at the sight. It was incongruous, ridiculous, a satyric parody - but it was her's, and she was proud of it all the same.

"Good idea..." Letalya settled back onto the cushions, beckoning Bliss into her lap, kissing her softly when she crawled over, her asshole still lightly gaping open but beginning to wink closed, gleaming with spit and lube in the firelight. Bliss lay atop her, nuzzling her cheek and sighing happily into a kiss as she mentally prepared herself, pausing with a little gasp when Ariana seized her hips and pushed her up onto her knees. Her sister was too big to easily mount her even that way, and with both Ariana's hands busy keeping her own cock aligned, Bliss took a trembling little breath before she reached back and spread her own ass cheeks apart for her.

Then she was inside her, smoothly pushing into her, and it hurt and it felt wonderful at the same time. Shame burned in her cheeks as she remembered just where she was, who was fucking her, the knowledge her own sister was using her like a whore spicing her pleasure with humiliation and desperate lust, and despite herself, despite the pain, she rocked back against Ariana, grunting. These first few inches were hard, but safe, and only when Ariana began to press much deeper did Bliss slow her own pushes back.

Letalya left her little choice, holding her against her breast and guiding her mouth to a nipple again, muffling her moans and groans and whimpers of pain and pleasure as more and more of her sister's horsecock slid into her, past the bend of her colon and deeper into her than almost any lover could go. It was a comfort to be on the curvy human woman, to be cradled to her breast and stroked as she was used so, fucked so deep that her body had no idea how to react save for a feeling of terrible, wonderful fullness as nerves never touched by anyone else fired deep, deep inside her body.

Between her thighs, Letalya's fingers were busy, stroking over her velvety lips, caressing her pussy, tugging lightly at her clit and pressing into her to find the spot that made her quiver. She was no size queen, and the press of fingers there was more than just pleasant. It was needed, vital, to tolerate such a large insertion, to tolerate being so very full. She had no choice but to keep still for Ariana, to let her use her slowly and carefully until she was done - not that she had much choice with over a foot of cock buried in her body.

Slow was apt. By the time Ariana finally bottomed out and could go no further - and still not fully hilted, Bliss was again gleaming with sweat. But now she was on the verge already, nearly at her first climax of the long night, panting into Letalya's breasts and moving her hips as much as she could to lean into the press against her spot, the way her lover's fingers gently moved against it in circles and taps.

Then came the press to her lips of the bone stem, and greedily, she indulged in the vice she only ever took in this bed, with the voluptuous woman holding her in her arms. And she came, deliriously, tears streaming down her face, nearly screaming into Letalya's breast, holding her tight, her entire body shaking hard, quivering, legs collapsing under her but Ariana's cock keeping her horizontal. The world turned blank, and for long minutes - it felt like minutes - there was only the warmth, the rolling waves of pleasure crashing down on her like a fierce surf, and the sensation of her sister slowly fucking her ass deep and smooth to stoke it on and on as the opium surged through her body.

Blinking blearily, she stared up at Letalya's face, trying to speak but only making an incoherent sound before realizing her tongue was sticking out. She swallowed and tried again, but Letalya was already laughing, and Ariana was thrusting smooth into her ass, giving that queer sensation deep inside her of a strangely pleasurable itch and stretch, a feeling very much wrong but deliciously so.

"Welcome back, baby... We've got a long night ahead of us yet." Letalya whispered in her ear, kissing her forehead.