Today’s prompt selection was: Messy sex, Service kink, Anal hooks. Of those, I actually… don’t have a fantastic selection. I have a few characters who are fairly messy, and… well let’s be honest a lot of them who appreciate a bit of being of service, but picking a selection was tough for this. I went with a sort of combo A/B? It’s a bit light on both sides of things I think, but in terms of what I’ve written already, think it’s one of the better fits.
Martina, we’ve already met, in several other days’ excerpts such as Day 1!
Gloria is a middle-aged elven woman, slender and with long white hair in a single thick braid (I swear I made this character before KPop Demon Hunters and Rumi), and powder-white skin (literally, although it’s not a powder, but it is an artificial treatment she applies to herself). She works as one of the serving staff at the Inn where the party takes place, where she has been flirting (etc.) with partygoers all night – it’s not in her contract, but it was offered as incentive to her and the other staff when they bid on who was to work the special overnight shift that Karryn, the Innkeeper, arranged to provide for this party: in essence “there’s gonna be a bunch of hotties around, you’re welcome”.
Edwin is a younger orcish man, trim and lean with green skin and swoopy dark hair. He’s not the brightest bulb in the sack of hammers, but he’s earnest (when he’s not trying to puff up his chest to meet expectations) and that’s something.
In this scene, Martina comes looking for the two of them, wanting to take a bath – most specificially, for someone to help her with one. Also she wants to fuck Edwin and make out with Gloria some more (as she has already done a little bit earlier in the party). She does both of those! Also Edwin and Gloria have sex too, and Gloria and Martina – everybody fucks, in the baths, and it’s a bit messy, and then they clean up with a bath! There’s a bit of service involved. It’s not focused on it and I’m like, slightly sad about that, but Martina doesn’t really care about mess or service, or really most things that strongly – she’s a bit… fluid, about most things, for reasons.
This scene involves vaginal and oral fingering, oral sex, snowballing, vaginal and anal sex, a whole lot of swearing because Gloria’s got a dirty mouth and Martina as I said is pretty fluid (that’s right, the service flows multiple directions!), multiple ejaculations because orcs can do that in Arellan, and uh a brief loss of consciousness on the part of Edwin because he goes too hard. Then a bit of semi-public nudity on Martina’s part because again as we’ve covered she mostly doesn’t give a shit.
If that sounds like fun, read! If it doesn’t, don’t, although honestly if none of these have sounded like fun I do question your decision to seek out Kinktober content – but to each their own! <3
After the break, some spicy getting dirty and then clean with a pair of helping hands!
There weren’t many other people in the hallways, nor in the front of the house.
It wasn’t dawn out yet, wasn’t yet properly actually growing light, but there were a few folks prepping. Two near the hearth were heavily outfitted, looking very prepared for what might’ve been a thorough hike with some mountain climbing – several pickaxes hung from harnesses over thick jackets that hid most of the form underneath, interspersed with skeins of rope, and they patted at each other seeming to check and double-check the fit of their harnesses, the tightness of the buckles, and all of their gear.
One in a corner, an elderly ratfolk who sat with knitting seemingly forgotten at the table beside themself, sipping at a cup of tea and looking out of the window with eyes that seemed far too milky white to be seeing much of anything at all.
Martina paid them some mind, but not much. They weren’t really who she was here for, and her eyes flicked around as she set the dishes down on the counter. Seeing nothing, she called out instead.
“Edwin? Gloria?”
Curiously, Martina poked her head around a corner to peer down a short hallway, but saw nothing. The hikers or mountain climbers, seemingly satisfied although she was unaware of any nearby mountains, headed out of the door, and after Martina’s eyes had exhausted everywhere else sensible in the course of their search, they came to rest on the door to the pantry and kitchen behind the counter.
There was no sound, no true indication of anything but a slight scent; something that suggested activity, suggested something currently cooking, and she took a brief furtive glance around before slipping behind the counter and silently opening the door.
The scent got clearer: eggs, Martina was fairly sure, and it was accompanied by a soft sizzling sound which made perfect sense and a sort of soft slapping which didn’t, or at least not at first. Not until she stepped further into the room and rounded a corner into the kitchen proper to find Gloria at the stove, lit by the glow of its fire, as Edwin gripped her hips and thrust firmly into her.
“I thought that was the sound,” Martina murmured to herself, letting out a giggle when Edwin jumped with surprise, yelping. She raised an eyebrow, grinning as her eyes trailed over the pair of them; Gloria was half-disrobed and looking artfully dishevelled the way that seemed effortless for Elves, with sweat beading on her forehead and sticking down strands of hair, her shirt unbuttoned and hanging loosely half-covering her breasts, and her breeches pulled down about halfway toward her knees.
Edwin, behind her, was in a very similar state of dress, although wearing it with less practiced effortlessness; he gently wheezed with exertion, his sweat beading and dripping lightly and evident through damp stains in the underarms of his shirt as well, although Martina did like how that sweat made what of his chest was visible through the opening of his shirt glisten.
“Having fun?” Martina grinned, raising an eyebrow.
“I am making an omelette,” Gloria explained, “and Edwin is attempting to distract me – or was,” she shot a sharp glance over her shoulder. “Who said you could stop, Edwin? What-”
“Well- I don’t- I mean-” Edwin stammered, releasing one hand’s grip on Gloria’s hips to point at Martina. “M-Martina-”
“What about her?” Gloria reached back and caught his hand, pulling it back to her hip. “Honestly! As if she won’t have seen- you-”
Suddenly, Gloria cut off into Elvish, which Martina understood little of from a fluency standpoint. Cailluria had taught her some, though, and she’d picked up some herself – and definitely recognized several swear words.
“Oh what, was that your plan the whole time along then,” Gloria hissed, “was this the real distraction then? Not thrusting but stopping and making me lose my focus-” her words cut off into empty hisses for a few seconds, but then sharply turned into a triumphant laugh.
“Ha!” She shuffled with a pan and a plate, and then held the plate up. “Finished! One omelette, Exuryan style of the Fresian school – with the Dulle-du-Louthre finishing technique, ha!”
Martina wasn’t sure what all those words meant, but it didn’t look like an omelette. It looked like a cloud, nearly – maybe like a cloud made out of omelettes, but a cloud still. She took an instinctive breath as was so common whenever food was presented.
“Smells fantastic,” Martina sighed.
“My thanks,” Gloria sighed softly, smiling down at the plate, and then turned with a scowl and slapped at the back of Edwin’s hand. “Edwin? Good Gods, has something broken you, man? What-”
“W- Martina’s right there and-” Edwin spluttered.
With a sigh, Gloria turned back to Martina, rolling her eyes. “Yes, she is, looking pretty as ever; Martina, has something… happened? Some matter at the party needs attendance, or-” her eyes dropped briefly away and she held up the plate. “Would you like an omelette?”
“It does smell and look very delicious,” Martina grinned, “and so do the eggs,” she winked, “but no, nothing’s up at the party, I was just bringing some dirty dishes down this way.”
She was going to say more – was just about to carry on to thoughts of taking a bath, and potentially wanting some company – but Gloria recoiled like she’d been struck by a snake, whirling and slapping at Edwin’s shoulder.
“Edwin! Do you know what this means?” She hissed, grabbing at the thick white braid which hung over one shoulder in shock and horror. “We’ve been derelict in our duties!”
Martina swallowed back a snort of laughter, because while it sounded like the sort of thing which could’ve been said sarcastically, Gloria felt one hundred percent genuine about it. Her fingers tugged at her hair, fretting as Edwin started to stammer excuses, but didn’t get a chance to get very far at all before Martina got her potential laughter under control and held out a hand.
“No, no it- it was just like two plates and a couple of cups,” she insisted, “seriously, not a big deal or anything-”
“But still,” Gloria insisted, gripping firmly enough at her braid that her pale knuckles stood out starkly white – not pulling the hair but simply squeezing it, “still!”
“-and the cups were just mine and Erris’ anyway, we’d just finished drinking them,” Martina half-lied, because while they had just finished with a pair of the cups there had been four or five that she’d brought, “and same for the plates, really they- I took them right out of people’s hands,” Martina lied fully and completely, but with ease, because it didn’t actually matter and she didn’t want Gloria to be distressed, “honestly, I um- I was just looking for an excuse to come down here? I- I was thinking I wanted a bath, but I was wondering if maybe either of you wanted to join me? Or both?”
“Well I wouldn’t trust Edwin alone in there, not after last time,” Gloria sighed roughly, causing Edwin to blurt out words to his own defence.
“Hey, hey! In- look in my defence, it- the floors in there are stone so they’re really hard!” He crossed his arms with a huff. “And the vases are porcelain, which I now know breaks easily, and now I know all of that so I’ll put them down gently instead of dropping them.”
Martina blinked slowly, her eyes darting between Edwin and Gloria. “W- you- sorry, your defence is ‘I broke a porcelain vase because I dropped it intentionally on the stone floor’?”
“Yeah, because I didn’t know,” Edwin insisted thoroughly, holding his hands out as if pleading.
“Not one vase either,” Gloria huffed. “Six.”
“L- I-” Edwin stammered, his cheeks flushing darker than their normal mossy green, “it’s- it sounds worse than it was, honest!” His eyes fixed on Martina, full of pleading. “It was an honest mistake!”
“Regardless,” Gloria interjected, “he isn’t allowed in the bath facilities unsupervised anymore, and I trust him little more than that alone at the desk.”
“Wouldn’t be alone anyway, Grellis is gonna be here in a minute,” Edwin mumbled, crossing his arms again.
“Wait, bath facilities?” Martina raised an eyebrow. “I was just going to take a bath in Iolanda’s room.”
Gloria’s face wrenched up in horror, her lips twisting back away from her teeth. “Good Gods that water must’ve been in there hours by this point! Why would you ever want to subject yourself to that – there’s simply no way you could come out of such an encounter cleaner than you went in.”
Martina shrugged, gently clearing her throat. “Well um, cleaning wasn’t my primary concern,” she let out a light laugh. “One of the party guests is a mage who’s given me a few magical cleanings, along with enchanted cloths for the same – and, I’d imagine, doing the same for the water,” she pointed out, giving rise to a brief thoughtful expression amidst the sour restings of Gloria’s face.
“Mostly I wanted a bath particularly with company because it just feels good,” she explained with a shrug. “Bit of massage, closeness, tenderness. Feels nice to be tended to, y’know? And I was also thinking maybe Edwin could give me a little bit of what he was giving you when I walked in?”
“It’s alright, I suppose,” Gloria admitted, with a bit of colour rising to her cheeks and a certain intensity in her eyes that suggested to Martina that he was a little bit more than just alright at it. “I mean, if you’re interested in that sort of thing. For who he is – for everything else about him, I suppose, somewhat surprisingly good at it- but you couldn’t help but be surprised, could you?”
Gloria let out a single strained laugh, looking to physically bite her lips together to stop from rambling, and Martina snickered with a smirk. “Oh,” she murmured, quirking an eyebrow, “who’s pulling pigtails now?”
“Entirely different,” Gloria dismissed, twisting her head off to the side.
Edwin blinked. “Uh- what?”
“You just wouldn’t expect-” Gloria started emphatically, almost pleadingly, but cut herself off with a huff of a sigh and held her spent breath for a moment before letting her lungs refill in a soft but deep rush. “Well, suppose you’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”
“Hope you don’t expect the little game of keepaway to keep going after I do,” Martina giggled, although there was something a little fun to talk around the point; it was like a game of keepaway, except instead of knocking a ball back and forth with their hands whilst Edwin jumped around trying to catch it, she and Gloria were batting words back and forth while Edwin’s eyes flicked to follow them in gentle confusion, accompanied by occasional soft sounds of confusion or aborted questions.
“Don’t see why it shouldn’t,” Gloria muttered, shrugging one shoulder with a little more colour in her cheeks. “Really will be insufferable once it sinks in.”
Edwin’s face seemed divided, like it simultaneously wanted to be scrunched up in intense focus and scrutiny whilst also being wide, blank, and flat in confusion. It did a fairly good job, as well, and Martina laughed lightly at the look of it; not pained, exactly, just confused, and not really distressed about it. Nor did it seem like he was exactly hopelessly out of his depth, not staring blankly like he had no clue about anything at all, but like he had just missed one key item at some point, something as small as a single word which could unlock his understanding of everything.
“I appreciate appreciation, is all I’m saying,” Martina murmured softly whilst holding Edwin’s eye, then quirked an eyebrow as her gaze flicked back to Gloria instead. “I was saying that to Edwin earlier, actually, when we were talking about how attractive we both found you.”
“Yeah!” Edwin nodded sharply, leaping on the opportunity to contribute in the conversation as it reeled around to something that he fully and completely understood instead of scrambling to find context on. “About how you’re beautiful and hot an-”
Edwin cut off suddenly in a soft choked noise, his eyes widening as Martina laughed louder than she intended. “He- may have not exactly been admitting it at that moment,” she grinned, locking eyes with Gloria, “but it isn’t it better to have it out in the open?”
“W- well, he- ha-” Gloria half-stammered breathlessly, as if it had shocked her so much that she’d forgotten to even breathe, but she recalled it an instant later and twisted her head off to the side with a soft gasp. “Can hardly blame the boy. Honestly-”
“-that’s probably half of why the sex is so good for you, Gloria,” Martina pointed out, “his passions coming through, and you can feel it, right?”
“Might be part of it,” she muttered begrudgingly, “although his firm hands and strong arms don’t hurt either, nor does his nice thick cock and the way his hips slap against my ass-”
Martina’s eyebrow quirked a little higher at the way Gloria’s voice shifted slightly during the words, the way her face did; her lip pulling slightly snarl-ward and her voice developing a depth and slight gravelly intensity. Her fingers tightened around her forearm, arms crossed in front of herself, as well – all clear signs of something she quite liked, something that struck a chord deep inside herself.
“Well,” Martina giggled with a grin, “who doesn’t like a nice thick cock and hips slapping against their ass?”
Gloria’s eyes flicked to hers briefly, momentarily intense in a way that told Martina that she liked hearing explicit words as much as she liked saying them, and that both were quite a lot. “Good eyes, too,” Gloria admitted in a whisper that was nearly a purr. “Focused. Intense – always do like eyes,” she tipped her head to the side, then her expression lightly soured as she looked back toward Edwin. “Quite a shame, then, that he seems to have such a proclivity for certain positions which really don’t permit easy eye contact. Honestly, standing, Edwin?”
He blinked, pointing a finger at himself and glancing back and forth between the other two. “W- me? I- yeah, I like- wait.” His jaw dropped in shock. “Were you talking about me? Oh- oh! Oh, feels good, does it?” His jaw recovered, rising into a grin which twisted somewhat smirky around his tusks as he crossed his arms with a chuckle. “Oh-ho, how the tables have turned, huh? Yeah that’s right, who likes my nice thick cock now, huh Gloria?”
“I do,” Gloria turned up her nose with a sniff, “and I imagine Martina’s about to as well – now what’s this about my beauty, Edwin?”
Edwin put a lot of emphasis on both nice and thick, whilst leaving almost none on the actual operative word in a way that made Martina snicker – although not half as much as she burst out laughing at Gloria’s response and how it landed with Edwin who immediately started to splutter and cough out half-words.
“Honestly it’s embarrassing,” Gloria sighed, shooting Martina a brief strained look. “He’s-”
“-maybe a bit on the um, less refined side of things,” Martina giggled with a shrug, “but there’s nothing really wrong with that, is there?”
Gloria, however, grabbed at the thick white braid that hung over her shoulder with both hands, squeezing it tight and wringing it like a washcloth she was trying to dry. “Isn’t there? I mean- out of everyone I’ve ever been with, he’s- he’s-”
Without finishing the sentence, Gloria turned to fix her attention on the still-spluttering Edwin, simply shaking her head for a few seconds and then reaching out to cover his mouth with a hand and stifle him. “Edwin. Gather towels and bring them to the baths – you can’t break those. I’ll hand off to Grellis and meet you there.”
“Ok- yeah, got- gotta clean the- …baths…” Edwin shook his head to force out his embarrassment, but it slowly shifted into a frown as he spoke and his words slowed to a gradual stop. He tipped his head to the side, confusedly looking at Gloria. “Wait. We cleaned the baths when we locked them up last night. They’re already clean, Gloria.”
“Spirits of our ancestors protect me,” Gloria whispered faintly, locking eyes with Martina, “don’t you see? I’ve never been with a moron before.”
“Still don’t think that you have,” Martina murmured, rolling her eyes, because Edwin really did seem more like he was easily flustered and distracted to her, more than that he was genuinely stupid. “And wouldn’t matter if you had, anyway.” She’d been with smart people before, and stupid people, and mostly people in between because most people were in between.
“It would to me,” Gloria insisted quietly, “and to others as well,” she sighed, and Martina wondered whether it was the others who were her main concern. She got the feeling that it was the case, and that half of Gloria’s decisions and determinations – or maybe more – were because of what she thought other people would think of her judgements. Accurately, or otherwise.
It was definitely a factor. There was a balance to be struck between doing things your way, and bending to the needs or wants or thoughts of others; Martina didn’t go wandering the streets naked just because she felt too lazy to put on clothes, because she knew that the Townswatch might have something to say on the matter.
Mostly she knew that because they said as much not infrequently to Cailluria, who had a habit of giving the literal clothes off of her back to beggars in the alleys, and then proceeding along with sometimes not a piece of clothing at all, and Martina didn’t think that it was a problem as well. Cailluria didn’t either, but some people did, and there was a price to be paid for crossing that line of what people thought.
Sometimes it was a literal price, in a fee or fine. Sometimes it was reputation, gained or damaged. Sometimes it could be even more, and Martina had worried over it a great deal through her life.
Even now.
It had kept her from admitting to Bezzal’s presence in her life for years. Decades. Fear over what it might mean, fear of what others would think of her, fear that had been put there by the very same others, whether they’d explicitly intended it or not.
“We’re not cleaning the baths, Edwin,” Gloria explained in a sigh, “we’re bathing. Tending to miss Martina’s aches here,” she dipped her head in a bow, “and you’ll be pounding the both of us hard as well, until we need another hot bath to soothe our bodies all over.”
“Maybe should do the bath second actually,” Martina pointed out with a tip of her head.
“I want him pounding me in the bath as well,” Gloria huffed a sigh, sounding more irritated by the prospect than wistful or filled with desire. “Or quite all the time, if I’m quite honest,” she smirked, narrow eyes meeting Martina’s, “which, it seems, you do want me to be.”
“I don’t actually really care all that much,” Martina admitted with a brief glance off to the side before her eyes came to rest on Gloria’s again. “Just, y’know- people might think things, and all.”
Plenty of folks decided that she was a liar before meeting her anyway – because she was a Priestess of Bezzal, because she was a follower of Bellerrel, because she was her mother’s daughter and her father’s as well and they both had a tendency to inspire strong reactions in people either for better or for worse; because she was a woman, because she was young, because a million things that might or might not have been true.
It wasn’t to say that she wasn’t, either. Martina had lied and she knew it; she’d lied plenty, and she would lie more, because those same people who filled you with fear over what they’d think of what you did, in her opinion, didn’t really deserve that much. It was easier to lie to them, and what they wanted was all about appearances anyway, like it had been with her father.
She could’ve been honest. She had been, even, but it never got her anything except for frustration – and made him angry, too. When she lied, they could both be happy.
It didn’t need to be complicated.
The truth was better, and she definitely preferred being around people she could be truthful around, but there was also more to truth than just one thing.
She would’ve said, truthfully, that Scott hadn’t listened to her when they were together, and that’s why things had ended. Scott said that it was because Martina was afraid of commitment, and it might’ve been true as well, at least true for him. Both in the terms of it being his truth, as well as it being true specifically regarding him, because Martina didn’t think she was afraid of commitment… but unwilling to commit to him, the way he specifically wanted to define commitment?
She would agree to that.
“Oh y- w-” Edwin briefly stammered as realization flourished across his face, before he tried to swallow it back with a forced and unnatural sounding laugh. “Ha! Yeah! No, I knew that, I mean- obviously, yeah, it’s- I mean I’ve- like, I’m having threesomes all the time, obviously, I’m- who said they were nervous? No need to be nervous,” he laughed again, forcedly, nervously. “I mean it’s totally a normal thing to happen. And obviously I’ll- I mean I’m gonna do great and probably like, you won’t be able to walk afterward, and stuff, um. Yeah.”
“Towels, Edwin,” Gloria seethed, pulling her shirt more closed in the front and doing up a bow in the little tie that met under her armpit, sighing heavily as she stepped toward Martina and leaned over. “He requires so much management,” Gloria murmured, resting her head against Martina’s.
“Oh, there’s worse things,” Martina waved a hand dismissively with a laugh. “Now um- Grellis?”
With a nod, Gloria stepped away and out to the front desk, glancing around briefly and then muttering to herself as she reached under the desk for a notepad. She jotted down a few quick things, tore off the page, and stuck it on a tack which protruded from the wall, and then took Martina’s elbow gently in hand to guide her along.
She produced a key from somewhere, plain-looking and brightly polished, unlocking a door and ushering Martina through before turning to lock it once more.
Curious, Martina glanced around: a trio of large washbasins sat along one wall of the space, large enough that they could’ve fit probably a half-dozen people each or maybe more if they were willing to be friendly with one another. Gloria stepped over and began twisting large copper taps which protruded from the stone walls, and they promptly began to gush out water to fill the basins; one of them began to gently steam, and a quick test of the other two revealed one to be quite cold and the third to be pleasantly warm.
“Impressive setup,” Martina murmured.
“Well, our thanks for the compliment,” Gloria dipped her head simultaneously dutifully and somehow evasive, “however… hardly that impressive, not to disagree, but at the Mare’s Head Hotel they’ve running water hot and cold to every room.”
“Well, at the Mare’s Head Hotel, they don’t have you,” Martina grinned, “nor Edwin with his cute bumbling.”
Gloria sighed, rolling her eyes heavily. “If you find it endearing, you’re in luck; it seems quite to increase as the lad’s exhaustion does, although,” she cleared her throat softly, a hint of colour rising to her cheeks as her eyes flicked away. “I’ve no particular complaints over the limits of his stamina, I suppose.”
“No complaints?” Martina giggled, raising an eyebrow. “And… any praise?”
With a heavily groaned sigh, Gloria dropped her head back, staring at the ceiling. “Yes, fine, he’s- I mean, I was understandably irritated the first time he lost control of himself and came without warning- and, honestly,” her lips wrinkled in thoughtful distaste, “not particularly impressed with the volume of it either, though it’s never been much of a focal point with me, but- he has an astonishing ability to simply continue, to maintain-”
“You don’t have to keep sounding polite, you know,” Martina murmured softly, stepping closer with a grin and a giggle. “I get the feeling you like the sharper language, hmm? So um, don’t hold back when you’re telling me how good Edwin can fuck.”
Gloria’s eyes, closed in focus or disdain – or some appearance of it, at least – slowly slid open and focused on Martina’s, her lips slowly forming words which came out softly growled and gently harsh in their tone. “His technique in fucking is passable; he’s fine at it but hardly refined, unpracticed I think, but luckily his cock is a little better than just fine and, and the fact that he can just keep hammering away – even if it’s blindly – as he pumps load after load into me – even if they’re small, if anything it’s better that they are in fact, and-”
Gloria’s eyes slowly slid shut, seemingly of their own volition, and colour rose from her cheeks up her long gently curling ears like mercury in a thermometer, and when her eyes closed completely, her voice seemed to be cut off by them and replaced with a growled sigh instead.
“I need him to get here quickly,” Gloria mumbled. “It’s embarrassing to be so hard-up for someone who’s practically a child, but thankfully there’s nothing childish at all about his thick cock and that’s the part I’m most interested in. That and his arms, good and strong to pin me a little,” Gloria rolled one shoulder with a soft smirk, “nothing bad about that.”
Martina grinned, nodding in encouragement as Gloria explained, and taking the moment to map out some of her reactions as well. She did think Gloria was attractive, although probably not to the point that she would’ve sought out sexual activities of her own volition – and it seemed to be reciprocated very much in kind. They’d had fun making out, though, and Martina didn’t doubt there would be at least a bit of interaction between the two of them.
“I’m really looking forward to trading it back and forth with you, if it’s such a good cock,” she grinned a little wider as Gloria’s ears twitched slightly at the words. “Looking forward to sucking the taste of you off of his shaft, honestly – and yeah, it can be pretty great, the orcish tendencies to not have a refractory period.”
“It-” Gloria’s eyes flashed open wide, almost startled. “It’s- all orcs? I- well-” she cleared her throat sharply, her eyes darting away briefly. “I suppose I had something of a more traditional upbringing. I wasn’t aware.”
“I did not have a traditional upbringing, I think I can say with confidence,” Martina laughed, “unless there’s a tradition of- oh, lots of stuff,” she sighed, waving a hand instead of diving into all the particulars of her odd growing up. “But, I did have a pretty traditional education, when it comes to that sort of stuff – at least, in line with the traditions of the Temple of Bellerrel.”
Potentially a bit slower, a bit more stretched-out, and it had worried her when she was younger. She’d had a fair bit of anxiety over being “behind” in some fashion, but that was mostly before she’d come to realize how long she might expect to live.
Ten years meant a lot less when you’d probably have a few hundred of them, than when you only were likely to have sixty to eighty.
There was a rattling noise at the door, and a recognizable voice grumbling, as Gloria sighed and stepped over. “Took you long enough, what- honestly, Edwin, what-”
Gloria unlocked the door as she spoke, opening it as soon as she did, and Edwin came tumbling through and right onto the floor with a high-pitched yelp. At least a dozen large, fluffy towels served to cushion his fall and also went scattering across the flagstone floor.
“What in- the Gods’ names were you doing?” Gloria huffed, nudging Edwin out of the way and shutting the door to lock it once more. “And why do you have so many towels? And-”
“I’m starting to understand the vases,” Martina murmured, holding a hand over her mouth to stifle laughter – but not much. Just enough to keep it soft, to a consistent chuckle.
“No, that was different,” Edwin assured her, “I did that on purpose.”
Then he rolled over, pushing himself up to his feet and gesturing wildly to Gloria. “I had to unlock the door,” he protested, “so- I was like, had the towels in both arms and then I had to get the key out of my pocket so I- you know, like, pushed the towels against the door to like, hold them and shit, and then as soon as I got the key in the lock it just went, like I didn’t even need to do anything. Kinda like you actually, Gloria.”
“Gods’ sake,” Gloria groaned, pinching at the bridge of her nose with one hand as she pulled at her braid with the other, “would you shut up? Who told you to speak?”
“You, actually,” Martina murmured through a smirk.
“Well it’s not like he actually answered my questions,” Gloria hissed back insistently.
“Answered the question of your- of doing- sex and giving you like, orgasms and stuff,” Edwin shot in a stammered and flustered half-blushing attempt at a decisive return salvo, which surely failed.
Gloria crossed her arms firmly, extending one hand with a single finger stretched out in accusation. “Look here! You-” she cut off in a loud groan, dropping her head back and then dropping to her knees, letting the towels cushion her fall similarly to how they’d cushioned Edwin’s.
Better, in fact, because Martina had noticed her nudging at them with her toe and gathering them together into a nice little pile of a landing zone in advance of her dropping down.
Edwin tried to respond, spluttering out sounds that tried to be words but only managed it for a second or two before Gloria had his belt undone, his breeches tugged down just a bit, and her lips wrapped around his half-hard cock.
“H-” Edwin managed to choke off somehow halfway through a syllable – a difficult feat, doubly so given the syllable in question. A half-yelped groan replaced the word, whatever it had been intended to be, as Edwin’s eyes widened and locked on Martina’s. “M- Ma- Martina!”
“Mm, I think you’ll find that that’s actually Gloria,” Martina murmured, giggling as she stepped closer.
Gloria seemed to be carrying on a monologue which escaped only in muffled and slurred blurts and sections of speech, like someone talking with a mouth very much overly full of food as she gripped at Edwin’s belt undone around his waist and used it as leverage to pull her head forcefully up and down the length of Edwin’s dick. The monologue seemed to Martina to be aligned with what she expected: mostly that Edwin was dumb, and also attractive.
She personally didn’t think he was dumb so much as confused, or maybe unprepared, but she was beginning to see that her and Gloria might just disagree on that point – and that there was definitely at least a possibility that Gloria was more accurate in her assessment.
“Really wanna join her actually, but I figure it’s polite to ask first at least,” Martina giggled again, grinning wide as she stepped in very close to Edwin, studying his eyes from only a few inches away – off to the side to give Gloria space, and she could see his eyes seeming torn between three options: focusing in on hers, rolling back in his head, and just unfocusing and blurring out entirely.
Martina tipped her head to one side, catching a bit of her own hair and twirling it around one finger with one hand. “So, um, Edwin? I kinda think you’re cute. Do you think… maybe I could join Gloria down there in sucking your cock, and then you could give us both a good hard pounding? Does that sound like… fun?”
She let out a laugh at the juxtaposition between the hesitant, soft, nearly coy words coming out of her mouth and the way her free hand sought out Gloria’s hair, tightening there when Gloria let out a loud but muffled moan and encouraged Martina’s hand to encourage her own head deeper.
“F-f-fun?” Edwin gasped.
“Honestly not the ‘F’ word I thought was gonna come out of your mouth right there,” Martina giggled, holding Gloria’s head pressed in tight at the high and plaintive noise that cut itself off in her throat – or, rather, was cut off by something else pressing into it, but not before Martina could recognize it as one of the many noises in the Bellerrel Temple’s books which would’ve been described as very good; Myeris’van, the sound of delighted surprise where shock and satisfaction meet.
If the noise hadn’t been enough to tell her Gloria was having fun, the way her hands tugged at her clothing to remove it would’ve suggested as much.
“One sec Edwin,” Martina whispered briefly with a smile and then dropped down, lowering her voice to a soft growl and placing her lips close enough to Gloria’s ear that they brushed against it as she purred harsh words that she was sure the other woman was sure to love. “Mmm, yes, take it fucking deep like that Gloria, Goddess I can’t wait to share that thick cock with you – you like it in your throat like that, huh?”
She giggled as Gloria struggled half a nod and a muffled affirmative noise, then gasped heavily and long as Martina released the pressure on the back of Gloria’s head and stood up, smiling to Edwin once more. “Sorry, just had to check in on Gloria a second – so, um… what do you think?”
“I th- I think-” Edwin panted breathlessly. “Th-think that you’re- both gonna be- th- um- that I’m such a stud and- gonna be- begging for it-”
“Kinda am begging for it actually,” Martina pointed out, “or- well, I’m just asking, but I could beg if you want? I just didn’t want it to feel like I was like, guilting you or something. But, I would be happy to if you wanted it,” she caught her breath suddenly behind her teeth, leaning in close to Edwin’s ear instead and whispering warmly into it. “Is that something you want, Edwin? Or something you think other people think you should want?”
“W-want-” Edwin gasped out, shivering roughly. “M-Martina your breath feels so good on my ear like that, I- yes please I want you, I- oh wow, I’m- I’m close Gloria, I-”
Martina didn’t need him to say it. Didn’t really need him to say any of it, she already knew: knew that he wanted her, had a good idea of which of his wants were his and which were transcribed from larger society and expectations and had already decided that she didn’t much care where they were rooted and she’d gladly do either but at least wanted to help raise his awareness of where they began, and was absolutely certain that he was about to come; she could hear it in the strain of his voice, feel it in the sharpness of his breath, see it in the tension of his muscles.
“Good,” she sighed, directing it equally to everything he’d said and everything he hadn’t; good that he wanted her, good that he was willing to talk and to listen, good that she could nibble on his ear and bring him pleasure, and good that he was about to Gloria a bit of a mouthful because Martina had quite liked kissing her before.
She was sure that she was only going to like it more now.
Martina dropped to her knees, hissing swiftly into Gloria’s ear not to swallow, and then after Edwin strained a groan and relaxed into a sigh, Martina pulled Gloria’s head free and right to her mouth, plunging her tongue deep to writhe with Gloria’s amidst a shared if small mouthful, and Martina felt light goosebumps rushing up her forearms as their mouths meshed, their lips and tongues twirling together.
Sounds of surprise and appreciation filtered gently into her consciousness, as each of the others seemed to assess the situation and deem it positive – maybe even moreso than her. Gloria shuddered forward against her, grabbing at the front of Martina’s shirt with both hands and then grasping randomly from there, at hair and at Martina’s neck, pulling her in tighter. Meanwhile, Edwin’s voice shivered from above them. “Th-that’s- hot!”
Martina pulled her mouth free just briefly, just long enough to gasp out a few words. “Then I’ve got an idea.” She reached out blindly with one hand, returning her mouth to Gloria’s, and pulled Edwin’s hips in toward them.
It took a few seconds and a moment of the kissing turning quite awkward as they didn’t necessarily catch on to her plan immediately, but within a few seconds and without any further voiced explanation being needed they managed what she had in mind. Her mouth and Gloria’s parted just on one side, just enough to allow entry, to let Edwin push his cock into both of their open mouths as once as their tongues continued to writhe against and around each other whilst newly focusing some effort on the tip and shaft that thrust loosely in and out.
“Oh- wow,” Edwin gasped, while Gloria’s appreciation was substantially less formed and formatted in the sense of words, but if anything more thoroughly and firmly voiced.
Martina dropped a hand between her own legs, leaping immediately to a bit more than just teasing herself and letting out a groan that redoubled as Edwin stiffened up and released another drop or two into her and Gloria’s waiting mouths. She sank another finger into herself alongside the first, letting her closed eyes pull up and backward in ecstasy behind their lids.
Gloria let out a loud noise, thoroughly muffled, but one which had the feeling of words; of sharp swears, specifically, as her body lurched against Martina’s and their mouths struggle to maintain their positioning, but only for another few seconds before Gloria, gasping, pushed herself up to her feet.
“Well then, time for Miss Martina to get an opportunity to familiarize herself with what she’s been anticipating all evening, don’t you think Edwin?” Gloria led Martina up to her feet gently by one hand, pulling her in for another deep and groan-filled kiss. “Wouldn’t you say so, Martina?”
“I think you’re gonna need to drop the pleasant hostess airs if you’re gonna let your mouth run like it really wants to,” Martina gushed against Gloria’s lips, loosely wrapping her arms around the other woman’s shoulders with a giggle, “and I’m really hoping you will, because I want your voice in my ears just as much, just as deep, and just as full as I want Edwin’s cock in my pussy.”
She flashed a brief grin and a wink over her shoulder. “Or wherever, honestly, if you’d rather my ass? Or both. I’m all ready for you, all over.”
“All r-” Edwin panted, nodding. “Yeah, yeah good, th- wow,” he sighed, eyes lingering downward as Martina shifted her hips back and forth, feeling the hem of her skirt ride up higher with each motion.
She reached down briefly to flip it up completely, giggling at the rush of breath that fled Edwin’s lips and nose, twisting a little more to grin back to him and sighing an appreciative moan as Gloria’s lips found her ear. “Fuck, Gloria, yes please,” she sighed before bringing back her grin and flicking her eyes down to the curve of her own butt before glancing up to Edwin again with a raised eyebrow. “Like what you see?”
“I- yeah, yeah,” Edwin sighed, a somewhat silly grin curling his lips around his tusks. “Nice- nice butt, very, yeah, thank you.”
“It likes you too,” Martina giggled softly. “See? You can tell because it’s wiggling. Although I think it would like it even more if you’d maybe spank it a little – hands or hips, or um, you know. Maybe both, preferably, please.”
“Please,” Edwin repeated softly, although whether he was saying it as simple repetition or as a plea in and of itself, Martina wasn’t quite certain. Probably a bit of both. Then, his eyes seemed to come back into focus and shifted up to meet hers, and Edwin let out a bawdy laugh. “Wow – um, looking forward to this!”
“Not for too long, I hope,” Martina muttered briefly, shivering at Gloria’s soft chuckle in her ear as the tip of the other woman’s tongue continued to trace peculiar but delightful patterns along Martina’s moderately-pointed ear.
“The boy tarries dreadfully at times,” Gloria murmured softly, “but worry not, his firm thick cock will be spreading you as if to split you soon enough.”
“And what if soon enough isn’t soon enough?” Martina half-laughed, then gasped gently as she felt Edwin lean forward against her. The tip of his cock pressed against one of her thighs, nudging up against the crease of it and her butt cheek, and he shifted it somewhat clumsily, clearly attempting to line it up – but everyone was shaped a little bit differently, and minor differences could add up to substantial changes. A bit shorter, a bit fuller in the buttocks, a bit wider in the hips, everything at slightly a different angle; it could be enough to throw a brief loop in even practiced hands, and Martina got the idea that Edwin wasn’t the most practiced.
Not fully new, certainly. Martina was confident that the night hadn’t been Edwin’s first, but she was equally sure that his occasional bravado forming as a sexual aficionado of some sort was very much not true.
That was fine by her though, it all was. She preferred lining a partner up herself, anyway, especially in situations like that – unless there was some other game at play, some facet being played upon.
His shaft was thick in her hand, and wonderfully hard, and she gave it a brief squeeze as she slid it back and forth between her legs, groaning into the crook of Gloria’s neck as the tip of his cock stroked across her slick lips, and then she angled her hips a little bit and began to push slowly back toward him, slowly gasping a breath in long as she stretched out to take him in.
“F-fuck Gloria you lucky bitch,” Martina spat, turning her fingernails in against Gloria’s shoulderblades, “Goddessdamnit you’ve been getting pounded by this thing all night?”
“Less a few occasions where the dimwit attached to it needed to rest, or… briefly lost consciousness,” Gloria shrugged, chewing on Martina’s earlobe, “but I’m not the only lucky one here now, am I? Hells, haven’t been this whole night either – a few others have enjoyed the dubious pleasure of Edwin’s company, as well as the much more thorough pleasure of his thick and vigorous hard cock. Nor’s he been the only one to fill my wet holes and make me scream my throat raw at the fucking ceiling.”
Martina shivered roughly, her knees knocking against each other as Edwin slowly pushed in deeper while Gloria’s words sank into her ears, both deliciously playing off of each other like shadows dancing in the growing burning heat of a fire’s light, and she was the fire itself.
She let out a soft cry of a groan when Edwin’s hips pressed against her cheeks, reaching back blindly with one hand to grab his, pulling it to her hips for him to grasp. He didn’t have the thickest cock Martina had ever encountered, but that was really quite good because she’d never taken the thickest one she’d encountered, and the thickest one she’d ever taken had involved quite a deal of preparation, care, and effort.
Edwin, on the other hand, was somewhere on the boundary between easy and precaution-requiring; thick enough to make Martina gasp and feel a little electric jolt with every shift or motion in or out, whilst still being slender enough that she didn’t need to worry about it.
She could just let herself enjoy.
“Goddessfuckingdamnit yes fuck me just like that Edwin!” Martina threw her head back, groaning loudly when Gloria took the offered opportunity to lick at her throat. “Hhh- hold my arms behind my back?”
Edwin laughed briefly. “Oh, I c- I can do better than that!”
“Yes, now that you’ve been instructed,” Gloria murmured, gripping a handful of Martina’s hair and licking a line up her throat to her ear. “I see you’re a woman of taste, and I don’t just mean the delicious tang of sweat on your skin.”
Martina giggled softly, groaning as Edwin slowly pulled about halfway out and gradually – as if it was an afterthought – thrust back in, but any frustration she might’ve felt was killed by the sounds of his belt buckle clanking and clattering in a way that she thought she quite recognized, and when he reached for her arms with one hand, one at a time, and pulled her wrists together behind her back, she let out a lusty chuckle of her own.
“See I’m not the only woman of taste here, and I don’t just mean your judgement of a good-feeling cock,” Martina grinned to Gloria a few scant inches away as Edwin looped the belt around her wrists and forearms. Gloria leaned forward, peeking over her shoulder and gesturing briefly, guiding Edwin’s hand through what she’d clearly taught him.
“More than one thing can feel good,” Gloria replied off-handedly, her face momentarily twisting into a scowl before relaxing as Edwin made some noise of recognition of his own folly.
He twisted the belt around, gave it a tug, and Martina felt her forearms drawn tightly against each other, each hand against the opposite arm’s elbow. She had a moment – just a brief one – to appreciate the firmness of the hold and the way he’d woven her arms together, before he grabbed at them as if they were a handle and used the leverage to press deep into her, making her eyes widen and throat strain with a forceful gasp.
“T-took a- p- holy fuck-” Martina could have maintained her composure, if she’d needed to, and she knew it, but that wasn’t as fun so she didn’t bother. She knew she could, because she’d once hidden a lover behind the pulpit at the Bezzal temple and hadn’t bothered dissuading their tongue when someone else came in to ask questions. They came and asked questions, and Martina came and answered them, and the questioner had left with no clue of what had been happening.
Had been, and continued to after they left – but then and there, especially knowing Gloria liked words, Martina didn’t hold back in the slightest. Quite to the contrary, in fact, she encouraged the stammering stuttering words to find themselves even more broken upon Edwin’s unpracticedly irregular but powerful and passionate thrusts. “Edwin- yes! I t- oh- harder- took a potion so you- Goddess fuck me faster please – don’t need to worry about anything just- shit, yes, Goddess Edwin please come in me-”
She felt the desperate drive of his hips against her ass and felt the way they stuttered, stopped for a second, and then resumed – knew what it meant, and knew that the chances of pregnancy would be much lower anyway, especially if Edwin had already been spent many times that night. It was true in general that each repeated orgasm was less likely to result in a baby, and Martina hadn’t come to the party knowing for certain whether she’d be in the position for it to even be a possibility, but she’d suspected.
Better to be on the safe side.
“Not every time though, Edwin.” Gloria pulled away from Martina’s ear briefly, standing more upright and gripping a tight handful of Martina’s hair that caused words to erupt as a long strained single noise instead. “Warn me before the next one. I want it in my mouth, want to taste her and you intermingled – and then her again as well, her tongue against mine as-”
“Too late, Gloria,” Martina giggled as Edwin groaned behind her, thrusting deep again, and Gloria slapped at his arm with a scowl.
“N-next one,” he promised, and Martina groaned loudly, lustfully and gladly.
She shifted her legs, leaning forward against the tension of her arms bound behind her, and stretched for Gloria’s mouth with her own. Buried a shout or two into it, and pulled away at moment to hiss harsh words against it, glaring into Gloria’s eyes from inches away.
At Edwin’s rushed exclamation, Gloria dropped swiftly to her knees and Martina gasped when Edwin pulled out of her, thrusting his dick between her spread thighs instead as Gloria’s face pressed against the front of them – and then the air she’d gasped in came out as a shout when Edwin stuffed himself right back in again. A shout which was muffled by Gloria’s mouth, bearing a light load from Edwin mixed with the tang of herself which was familiar to Martina, and the shout became a sharp whimper briefly before emerging as a rough groan through her nose.
“My turn,” Gloria huffed, pulling away sharply and snapping her fingers as she turned around, taking a position beside Martina – standing, bent forward slightly at the waist. “Edwin, bury that thick cock in my hole. I want your balls slapping against me so hard it makes my eyes cross, do you understand?”
“You’re so bossy,” Edwin mumbled, and Gloria growled at him. Didn’t say any words, only growled, and with a gasp and a stammer Edwin pulled suddenly out and stepped over.
“Oh yes,” Gloria’s eyes rolled back briefly in her head and Martina grinned at the sight of it, leaning over to catch the bottom of Gloria’s nearly-lobeless ear in her teeth.
“I wanna hear how it feels,” she moaned, the words muffled by the skin caught between her teeth.
“It’s fucking good,” Gloria grunted, gruff and unpolished. Her accent even shifted for it, losing some of its effete air. “Nightmother the way his fucking cock spreads my cunt Martina- fuck yours made him so godsdamned slick too!”
“Happy to help,” Martina giggled, licking a flick up Gloria’s ear to the tip that made her scream briefly, but not in a bad way. Not quite, at least.
As she felt a hand on her bottom, Martina glanced over her shoulder to catch Edwin eyeing her and flashed him a grin and a wink, leaning forward dutifully. She gasped slowly when he pressed a finger into her, and it flew out as a laugh a second later. “You know Gloria, his fingers aren’t exactly skinny either – I hope he slides a second one into my slippery pussy alongside the f-first!”
Martina erupted into a laugh that shivered all throughout her as Edwin did just as she suggested. “S-slide more than that into you,” Edwin panted, and Martina let out a lustful groan.
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” she admitted in a half-breathless rush of words, grinning over to Gloria’s ecstasy-twisted face as she spat swears both soft and sharp both. “How about you, Gloria? Want Edwin stuffing his cock and his fingers wherever he wants in both of us, however he wants in both of us, for as long as he wants?”
“No, for as long as I want,” Gloria whined. “But fine, I suppose he shouldn’t lose consciousness too many times. Edwin- Edwin pull my fucking hair I’m going to lose it thanks to that thick cock.”
“I’m just gonna lose it ‘cause Gloria’s sexy,” Martina gushed, leaning forward more until her shoulder pressed firmly against the stone side of one of the filling tubs, “and because of your fingers sliding in and out of my pussy, Edwin, and the hope that maybe you’ll pound your cock into there again soon. And maybe press a thumb into my asshole too.”
“Th-that’s a lot of-” Edwin stammered, and Martina saw his other hand grab at Gloria’s braid and pull it back sharply, twisting her head off to the side – it wasn’t central to her head but rooted off to one side, and it made Gloria’s face snap over to Martina’s, eyes and mouth wide in ecstasy.
“Goddess you’re gorgeous Gloria,” Martina whispered forcefully, shifting over to catch Gloria’s lower lip between her teeth and squealing as Edwin’s thumb stroked over her other hole, already prepared and lubricated from various events throughout the night, including Naerwyl’s magic – which Martina made another note to thank her for as Edwin’s thumb sank easily in and she convulsed in orgasm, sending a few drips dribbling down the inside of her thigh as Gloria shrieked in the same.
All at once, Edwin pulled out of Gloria as he slid his fingers free and thrust into Martina instead – hip to hip, pressed side by side – but kept his thumb in, and Gloria’s lip flew free of Martina’s teeth as her mouth opened wide for a shocked but ecstatic shout that only redoubled as Gloria licked at her neck.
A moment later Edwin swapped back, leaving Martina gasping when Gloria groaned a rough string of swears, and as he continued to trade back and forth between them, their words intermingled as much as their tongues or anything else about them to the point that it hardly mattered which one of them was saying any given thing at any given point.
“Fucking gorgeous the face you make when he shoves himself into you-”
“-think if you shout like that one more time I’ll lose the power in my damned legs and collapse to the floor-”
“-holy shitting fuck I just came in one stroke Edwin!”
“Harder, harder, fucking harder please fuck me harder-”
“Yes, harder, fuck her harder Edwin yes- yes make her fucking scream I want to hear it!”
“-every time he fucking pulls out of me it just makes me want it in me so much more and-”
“-don’t know how much longer I can keep standing if I’m honest my legs are fucking jelly at this point-”
“-like a fucking whore Edwin stick it- stuff it fucking anywhere I’m your whore, I am your fucking whore I want your cock everywhere please-”
“Goddess yes fuck that’s thicker than a thumb in my ass don’t stop please fuck!”
“Faster. Faster. Faster faster fucking pound me faster harder deeper fucking faster godsdamnit and devilsbless fucking- yes!”
Martina gave it her best, but found her legs shuddering too strongly to pretend to herself that she could keep going in that position. “F-fuck Edwin-” she lightly shrieked a laugh as he thrust into her again, smoothly into one hole and then out into the other in the next thrust. “Fuck! Okay- okay either flip me onto my back or let me drop to my knees I’m fucking done I can’t stand anymore please-”
“Oh gods above thank you,” Gloria huffed, dropping down to the floor and flipping over immediately to sit on a towel she’d spread out with her feet. She reached up and grabbed Martina’s hair, pulling her down by that until Martina’s legs couldn’t help but collapse under her and she slid into kneeling on the floor.
“Th-thank you too,” she shivered before swirling her tongue through Gloria’s mouth with a loud groan. “Mm, thank you both for all of it- shit, Edwin, you okay?” Martina gasped as Edwin dropped to one knee, solidly and heavily, holding himself from collapsing entirely only through the force of one strained arm.
“Y-yeah of course,” he nodded loosely, his wide eyes staring straight forward. “Yeah it’s, the room’ll be ready in a moment, just gotta let the chocolate melt. It’s blankets so, you know. Gotta melt the. Chocolate?”
“Alright well, he’s passing out again,” Gloria panted, grabbing Martina’s head with both hands and pulling it into hers, kissing her deeply and messily as their sweat-sticky hair caught on both of them.
“Again? H-he’ll be- okay right?” Martina laughed, moaning as Gloria’s tongue wrestled with hers, and Gloria nodded – and Martina knew it was true, as well. It was considered a religious experience in a very literal sense within the Temple of Bellerrel, and in fact a required rite of passage on certain paths within the clergy, to lose consciousness from passion. It didn’t need to be sexual – some within the Temple who didn’t appreciate that sort of thing, as there were a few, sometimes lost their contact with the world to the passion of focus on one task or another. Martina knew one man who had exercised, running and jumping and doing wall-squats and sit-ups until he collapsed into unconsciousness.
Everyone was always fine afterward, but it was considered a way of going to meet the Lady yourself. A pilgrimage of sorts.
A few seconds later, Edwin did collapse completely, and Martina nudged him onto his side with one foot as she explored Gloria’s mouth with her tongue, and she made sure Edwin was still breathing as Gloria returned the favour, and he was fine.
Recovered consciousness quite quickly, too, as was often the case. Twenty or thirty seconds, at most.
“B-blankets,” he mumbled. Then, louder. “Chocolate!”
“Whatever are you on about now?” Gloria hissed in his direction, and Martina laughed, letting the sound trail into a satisfied hum.
“That was- thank you, both, that was fantastic. I feel like I’ve melted, like one of Edwin’s chocolate blankets,” she giggled at Edwin’s look of confusion and Gloria’s eyeroll at the same time. “Wouldn’t mind that bath once we can all stand. No rush, though.”
They didn’t rush, either. They took their time until their breathing returned to normal, and then slid into warm water where Gloria shut off the taps, and Martina sighed and moaned as both of them took soap in hand and worked up a lather all across her skin. As they massaged at her muscles, stretching and squeezing them; as they wiped away an evening’s worth of accumulated sweat and various other bodily fluids, and rubbed away an evening’s worth of strains and stresses, or at least as much as they could.
They took their time, and after she was done, Martina turned to them with a smile and a statement. “Now, I’d really like to do both of you. So, hand over the soap.”
She sighed and smiled as she tended to Gloria’s gorgeous skin, tracing unfamiliar patterns of tattoos that covered Gloria’s pale skin from one knee all up her side to her armpit, out across her belly to the button and as far across her back as her spine, peculiar patterns that looked meaningful but in no way Martina could decipher, swirling and swooping.
She grinned and groaned as she rubbed firmly at Edwin’s strained and straining muscles, soaping him up thoroughly and washing him clean bit by delicious bit and decidedly taking longer at some areas than others, but that was half of the purpose of bathing together anyway.
“Thank you so much,” Martina sighed, wrapping her hair up in a towel after they all stepped out of the bath. “I really needed that – all of that.”
“Always pleased to serve,” Gloria murmured quickly, half-bowing at the waist, bare and dripping, and Martina couldn’t deny that it was a nice look on her.
“Always kind of hate putting on dirty clothes,” Martina giggled softly, picking up the armful of her things and leaving herself otherwise bare with the towel wrapped around her hair, and shrugged. “Got a friend who can fix that up for me real quick though – but anyway, lovely to meet you both, and uh… you know, maybe we can get together again some time? I’m in town for a couple weeks probably.”
They both smiled and approved of the idea, and Martina had a wide grin on her lips all the way back to Iolanda’s room.
She wasn’t worried about anyone seeing her naked in the halls. Not because she didn’t think she could be seen, but just because she didn’t mind – she’d been bathing, quite clearly, and figured it would be understandable that she hadn’t done that while clothed, and the two or three people who she passed on her way back to the room certainly didn’t seem to mind.
Technically, there was a potential concern about the laws of the city which Martina hadn’t gone particularly into depth on, but she knew that walking around fully naked in Labsallidas could get you arrested because that happened to her mother on a fairly regular basis. Not every time she was nude in public, but frequently enough. It was illegal in certain areas, and Cailluria didn’t really care whether it was allowed wherever she happened to be at a given moment.
Generally, though, it was a little waived indoors, and she had a towel around her waist anyway – and if anyone had taken issue, Martina would have apologized thoroughly, of course. Thinking the whole while about how stupid it was to be mad at someone being in the state that literally everyone everywhere ever had been born in. The state that literally everyone, everywhere, ever, would be in all the time unless they or someone else went to the effort of changing that state.
Nobody said anything, though, or nothing bad. One person asked if she’d had a nice bath, and Martina had smiled and replied that she had. An older fellow had eyed her with a missing-toothed grin, and then commented warmly that he was excited to see the baths had opened early, and gone off down the halls at what was likely his own maximum speed in the opposite direction from her.
It felt like everything coming together just right. Like the right thing in the right place at the right time, all the little “could haves” and “might’ve nots” lining up in just the right way, and it was always nice when that happened.
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