Chapter 72: Marathon

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Chapter 72: Marathon Syd pulled out of Aila and a torrent of sticky white cum flooded from her tunnel, making a lewd mess all over Syd’s stomach. Not that Jadis minded. She’d made much bigger messes in the past and was planning on making a bigger one shortly, presuming Aila was on board with continuing to the second ritual. Getting to her feet, Aila walked on unsteady legs to her pack and searched around inside, looking for something. Jadis savored the sight of her pert, heart-shaped ass as Aila bent over, seed still dribbling out of her from her pussy lips. It was an immensely tempting sight; one she wouldn’t pass up on in most circumstances. In fact... Aila let out a surprised yelp as Dys buried her face in her behind, hungrily licking Syd’s sweet cum from her pussy. “What are you doing?” Aila asked in an almost comically serious voice. “We aren’t doing a ritual at the moment, are we?” “No, just cleaning you up,” Jay answered from her spot next to Syd, casually swiping a finger through the puddle on her double’s stomach and taking a taste. Aila said nothing for a moment, then went back to rummaging through her pack. “Carry on then.” Jadis was fairly certain Aila found what she was looking for after the first minute, but she didn’t object to the extra time she gave her to finish cleaning up her mess. When Aila eventually straightened up and turned around, her condition less soaked in seed but no less wobbly, she held up a small glass vial with a yellow liquid sloshing inside. “To prevent pregnancy,” she explained before popping the cork off and downing the mouthful in one go. Her nose wrinkled at the taste. “Ugh. So sour.” “So, you always carry a potion like that around?” Dys asked, her hands holding onto Aila’s waist as she kneeled before her. Aila was taller than Dys when she was kneeling, but not by much. Aila frowned and recorked the bottle, then tossed it into her backpack. “No, but I wanted to be prepared just in case after our last conversation about what your rituals could possibly entail.” “I’m glad one of us has some forethought,” Dys grinned before planting a kiss on Aila’s left breast. “Ready to continue? If we do the two-hour ritual now, we should be done long before dinner as long as we don’t make any mistakes and have to start over,” Syd asked, sitting up from her prone position in the blanket nest. “What does that one require?” Aila asked, one hand playing with Dys’s hair and she continued to shower her supple flesh with kisses. “This first one wasn’t too bad, actually.” “Constant skin-to-skin contact for the full two hours,” Jay explained, getting up and making the blanket-nest more spread out and comfortable. “And concurrent climaxes. No specific timing or number of climaxes, but you’ll need to let us know when you’re getting close cause if you cum and we don’t, or vice versa, the ritual will fail and we’ll have to start over.” “I’m still amazed by the peculiarities of your class,” Aila murmured. “And I’m still amazed by how beautiful you are,” Dys said between loving pecks on Aila’s breasts. A small blush spreading across her face, Aila put one hand under Dys’ chin and raised her head up. Planting a kiss on her lips, she whispered, “You don’t need to flatter me, I’m quite on board with all this after that first hour. Also, I’m always in favor of efficiency and there’s good reason to continue now, little point in delaying for later. Besides,” she reached down then and wrapped as much of her hand as she could around Dys’ throbbing member, “I get the feeling you’re going to need to release soon or this’ll get painful, won’t it?” Dys grinned as Aila took the lead and confidently led her by the dick back to where the rest of Jadis waited in the nest. It seemed Aila’s initial passivity in the bed was a temporary condition. While nowhere near as forward as Jadis knew she herself was, Aila wasn’t the type to just cede all control, at least not for long. Joining the other two, she pushed Dys down onto her back the straddled her thighs, letting her cockhead slap against her chest between her breasts. “This is literally anatomically impossible,” Aila pointed out, her left hand running up and down Dys’s dick, spreading her dripping precum all along her length. Her right hand she held around the base of her dick, then used her fingers to measure it in an odd spider-walking motion. “You’re six hands long, Jadis. Utterly absurd.” “Yeah, but knowing how my class works, pretty sure it’ll work out regardless,” Jay said, watching the show appreciatively. Sitting up and wiping some sweat from her brow, the redhead frowned and asked, “What? How?” “Our climaxes weren’t concurrent,” Jay explained her suspicions to Aila in a quick few words, also pointing out that she hadn’t came with all of her bodies either. “Oh. I didn’t warn you either,” Aila pointed out, wiggling her hips slightly. “That was a lot more, um, stimulating than I expected.” “You feel pretty fucking good too, Blue,” Dys laughed, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of Aila’s head. “Still, sorry I fucked the ritual up,” Syd apologized. Aila sat back up, groaning a bit as she felt Dys’ still stiff shaft throb inside of her, the bulge in her torso now looking less defined and slightly more rounded. Her hands were still on Dys’ breasts and she idly played with her nipples for a moment, seeming to just then realize that she was holding onto two of the more outwardly visible evidences of Jadis’ female aspect. “Hardly something to apologize for, is it?” Aila commented, flicking a finger across Dys’ nipple and smiling faintly as the gasp she drew from her. “It’s still early in the day. Plenty of time to get this lewd ritual right.” Jadis grinned, Syd and Jay leaning in from both sides and kissing her on either cheek. “Love it when you talk dirty,” Jadis teased, then moved in to try a new position. For the next several hours, Jadis and Aila explored each other’s bodies, stroking, kissing, licking, and sucking in a variety of different positions. There was no rush, only a guiding principle of trying to feel each other out and better learn each other’s tells. There were more than a few mishaps and poorly timed climaxes on both their parts, but it was a learning experience for them both, one that neither was willing to back down from. In the end, after many, many tries, they got their timing and their communication right and the ritual was completed. In a bid to keep herself under control, Jadis refrained from going all out on Aila the way she had on her selves in the past. She kept her fucking movements generally slower, making small strokes and never going all the way in. Her will to restrain herself was tested throughout the marathon sex spree; Aila’s sexy, willing body was a tantalizing temptation, but for the sake of the ritual, Jadis had to focus just as much on timing as on having a good time. Five hours later, Aila lay on top of Jay, sandwiched between Dys and Syd who lay on either side of her, arms and legs thrown across her. All of them were sticky, sweat and cum covered messes. Jadis felt as though both her mind and her muscles had turned to mush after the hours long debauchery. Aila, for her part, looked about ready to pass out. “Hey, check your menu,” Syd poked Aila in the side, prompting an exhausted groan. Bleary eyed, Aila wiped a stray strand of cum from her brow and stared blankly at Syd from her spot on top of Jay, her sore pussy still stuffed with Jay’s slowly softening cock. After a few moments, her brows shot up and a tired smile bloomed across her face. “It worked! The bonus you gave me went up to forty-three instead of thirty-nine,” she said, stifling a yawn. “That’s amazing... You’re amazing, you know that?” “Aw, thanks Blue,” Syd grinned, giving Aila’s cute nose a small kiss. “Not so bad yourself.” Aila’s smile turned thoughtful. “Forty-three... That means your eldritch attribute is at eighty-six, right?” “Yup,” Dys confirmed, her hand brushing lazily across Aila’s back. “This ritual gave our stats a big boost, gotta say. Thanks for the help, literally couldn’t have done it without you.” “Hm.” Aila mused, one hand idly stroking Jay’s muscled arm. “This might be forward of me, and feel free to reject, but if you’re willing, can we discuss our attributes? Maybe talk about our class skills? I’d like to compare and plan, if possible.” “That’d be great, actually,” Jay said, shifting to pull her member out from within Aila. “I’d love to get your take on our build. We’ve grown a lot without any educated guidance on what we should do. I admit to having made a few mistakes in my build early on.” “I’d be happy to offer what guidance I’m able,” Aila agreed, stifling another yawn. “It’s a plan then,” Syd nodded, stroking Aila’s long, damp hair. “But maybe a nap first. I can’t think straight right now, not until I get some rest.” “Pretty sure I won’t be walking straight without a long rest to recover first, either,” Aila murmured sincerely, burying her face in Jay’s chest. Her attempt at rest was only disturbed for a few moments as Jadis struggled through a fit of laughter.

Chapter 72: Marathon

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