Echoes Of The Seven

Eris had something important in her pocket.

Leyla could see that much. Just from the girl’s body language- keeping her hands by her sides and unconsciously avoiding any of the bulging pockets or tools spilling from her pants. Even so, Leyla had to commend the girl’s ingenuity. If there was something she needed to keep on her, but it was something she didn’t want Pravala to know about, the simplest way would be to stuff as much random crap in her pockets to help divert attention from the one thing that was actually important.

Leyla had done the exact same thing numerous times before.

Hopefully, Pravala didn’t catch onto that. Even if the woman had all of Leyla’s memory and knowledge, there was something to be said about the first-hand experience of years working for the Syndicate Specialist Reserve. Pravala had simply read a book about information gathering and subterfuge.

Leyla was the book.

So, when the three naked girls whose names were so foreign she’d need to hear them a few more times started gently helping Eris out of her clothes, it was easy to notice the way that Eris naturally took charge in taking off her own pants. Furthermore, when Eris was very precise and careful with how she folded her pants, it seemed as though she were just being careful not to drop any of the tools she had bulging her pockets. However, Leyla knew intrinsically that it was to make sure whatever Eris wanted to keep hidden would stay that way. So, Leyla did the only thing she could do.

She leaned forward and kissed Bailey.

The blonde, who was helping to unbutton Leyla’s pants, gave a little noise of surprise, but then smiled and pulled away a fraction of an inch. “Eager, are we?”

“I really miss my wife,” Leyla smiled. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner she can slap me for getting into this mess.”

It was true, but only halfway. After all, the main reason why Leyla brought her and Bailey’s faces back together while her pants were slowly removed was to keep her own attention firmly fixed away from Eris. The less eyes Pravala had on the Artificer, the better.

Even while sliding her tongue into Bailey’s mouth and feeling the guilt of cheating on her pregnant wife, Leyla still made sure to ‘accidentally’ toss her discarded pants roughly on top of Eris’s. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would do even the tiniest thing to keep the Summoner’s eyes away from something in the plan to stop her. The same Summoner who was reclining back in her chair just outside the cloth circle, staring idly at each of them and intent to watch the orgy both from the sidelines, and as a main participant because of her perceptive link. That part was good, at least.

It meant that Leyla could do her damned best to distract Pravala with a good show.

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Eris shuddered, but not from a chill. Instead, her body felt like it was vibrating under the gentle touches of the three naked volunteers as they guided her down into a sitting position beside her companions. Both of them were now naked, and though Bailey’s body was absolutely nothing new to Eris, Elmas’s was. Of course, she’d seen the woman’s dick that one time when Pravala possessed her and Bailey to make the two girls get frisky, and a bit of general nudity of her upper body as Bailey would treat the wound, but nothing like this.

Elmas had a very nice body. Just a teeny-tiny bit shorter than Bailey, but with a bit more athleticism in her limbs and features. Leyla wasn’t muscular like Jaxie or Alex or any other melee-based combatant, but she still had more definition than Eris would have expected from a mage. It was clear that Elmas kept herself in very good shape- especially since nothing seemed to change all that much despite her body having presumably lost any benefits from the Gifting. Her impeccable figure was completely natural.

Her breasts on either side of the scar in her chest were perfect handfuls- not quite as perky as Eris’s own but still wonderfully shaped with dark pink nipples. They were also fairly pale along with the majority of the woman’s body- a clear tan line around Elmas’s neck and wrists showing just how often the woman was in her uniform. That paleness rolled over a smooth flat stomach and down to a small patch of brown fuzz crowning her pelvis. It looked as though it used to be well-trimmed and taken care of, but over two weeks stuck in this place had caused the bush to poof out a touch and appear a bit more ragged than usual.

Much like Eris’s own, in fact. What was previously bare was now bearing a thin, soft layer of fuzz as horrendously bright red as her hair. Bailey’s was still just as neat, tidy and trimmed as always. After all, there were still plenty of razors and other basic grooming tools here, and Bailey had made sure to keep herself properly… maintained. Eris had simply been far too busy to put proper attention towards something like shaving. Even running a hand over her legs felt stubbly and uncomfortable, but she could only hope that Bimaja, Peilo and Zoime didn’t care all that much.

Based on the way Peilo started to gently caress Eris’s thighs, it most certainly seemed like it wasn’t a concern to the women. Whether they genuinely didn’t care about a lack of shaving, or they understood that Eris had been burning the candle at both ends for the last two and a half weeks and had no time for it, Eris didn’t know. Either way, Peilo slid down gracefully beside Eris to lay on her side, with one hand placed in Eris’s lap to casually play with the skin there. Peilo’s cock was already hard in anticipation of what was to come- or maybe it was just because she was getting to caress a naked girl.

Bimaja seated herself just behind Elmas, scooching up to wrap the Major-Lieutenant into a backwards hug. Though, because of the foot-and-a-half height difference between the two, it looked a little bit more like a mother with her child on her lap. The black-haired woman even rested her chin on top of Elmas’s head with a sultry smile.

“Nu tarmen,” Her hand gently slid down Elmas’s body until fingers ever-so-gingerly wrapped around the base of the soldier’s erect cock. Elmas’s entire body seemed to twitch a little bit, only for Bimaja to mumble softly and sweetly. “Mo quesnin… mo quesnin, id balar.”

“What, uhh… what’s she saying?” Elmas eeked out, honestly looking more anxious than Eris had ever seen the woman. Not a bad kind of anxious- there was definitely excitement there- but this was obviously a woman who was at least a teeny bit more apprehensive than Bailey when it came to having sex with complete strangers.

Pravala remarked back calmly and without care. “She’s telling you that she’ll do all the moving and you should stay still because of your injury. She doesn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Elmas raised an eyebrow, even giving a short chuckle. “I think Bailey should be the one worried about hurting herself...”

Glancing over, Bailey was already sitting in Zoime’s lap, chest to chest, making out and reaching one hand down between their stomachs to very thoroughly rub the intimidating size of the dark woman’s cock. Yeah- it was definitely bigger than Alex and Jaxie. At least as girthy as the Knight’s slab of meat, and even having what had to be close to two inches on Jaxie’s length. In all honesty, the member sticking up from between the woman’s thighs looked more akin to one of the toys on Bailey’s closet shelf back in Marrix- the ones that made Eris genuinely fearful for the well-being of her lower regions should she ever try it. ‘Big’ wasn’t even the right word for it. Zoime’s package was ‘Obscene’.

Bailey broke the kiss with a wide smile, then rested her chin on Zoime’s shoulder while looking at Elmas.

“Leyla, honey, please don’t try to take this away from me. It’s been a while since I’ve really gotten to stretch myself out, and even longer since I’ve been fucked so deep I can’t walk properly.”

Bailey’s smile was unusually wholesome and sweet- an extremely strange fact considering she was grinding naked on another girl and talking about sex.

“She’s rocking the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, hands-down. Well, I’ve seen bigger, but that was because we took special potions and stuff to make them bigger so it doesn’t count. She’s all-natural. Point is- this is a once-in-a-lifetime kinda fuck, and you can bet your Syndi-cunt that I’m gonna ride this puppy ‘till I see stars.”

“Did you just say ‘Syndi-cunt’?” Elmas raised an eyebrow. Bailey chuckled, then began rocking her hips back and forth to grind heavily on Zoime’s length.

“You bet your tan-line titties I did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for this.”

Elmas blinked a few times as Bailey lowered her position to bring her lips against the tip of Zoime’s monster. Then, Elmas turned her face up over her shoulder to look at Bimaja and address the foreign woman directly.

“Okay,” she said, giving a small nod to the dark-haired female. Bimaja smiled sweetly and leaned in to start pressing light kisses into Elmas’s neck while gently stroking the soldier’s erect member. Eris’s attention was brought back to Peilo, though, when the woman’s idle hand moved. It slid from Eris’s thigh to her tummy, prompting Eris to glance back at her partner-by-default who was looking up at her.

Eris didn’t say anything, but she did offer a nod of her own. Not to confirm anything to her partner- more to help shake herself into action as she rolled over onto her stomach. While it was more comfortable than the flat, solid stone underneath, the brown circle of thick cloth laid out for the orgy was pretty much the equivalent of laying a towel on a hardwood floor. Eris had to shuffle around a bit for a semi-comfortable position; no doubt giving a nice view of a wiggling butt to Peilo until both of them were propped up on their elbows. Peilo on her back, looking down at Eris, who was between the supposed-to-be-eighteen-year-old’s legs.

The ‘foreskin’ Bailey talked about really was strange to look at. Though, Eris supposed that it would have been perfectly normal for these people given the curse, and Elmas would be the one with the strange new dick. A glance over did confirm that Bimaja did seem to be taking a particular interest with the soldier’s little friend, staring intently as she stroked up and down. Unfortunately, when Eris turned her eyes to see what Bailey was doing for any intuition on what to do with the growth of skin almost completely covering the head of Peilo’s dick, it wasn’t all that helpful. That was because Eris couldn’t even see that weird part of Zoime’s cock. It and the first several inches were being enthusiastically slurped on by Bailey, who was progressively taking more and more into her mouth while hands eagerly massaged her own spit into the rest of the shaft.

So, Eris turned her eyes back to the semi-erect cock in front of her. She knew that the head was supposed to be the most sensitive part and was usually the best to focus on, but the only part of it she could see was through the little wrinkly hole in the tip. What exactly was she supposed to do with that? Did she just treat the entire thing as ‘shaft’, or was there some kind of special trick she was supposed to-

Peilo must have seen Eris’s confusion, since one hand reached forward to grasp around her length. Eris watched in fascination as the ‘foreskin’ stretched and rolled down around the cockhead when Peilo’s grip tugged downwards. There, her dark pink tip was revealed to the world like a budding flower.

“Oh,” Eris said as Peilo let go- the skin rolling back up to cover the head. Then, she took hold of Eris’s hand and guided her to grab on herself. Peilo’s dick felt- unsurprisingly- exactly like Alex’s when it wasn’t fully erect. Soft, warm, but a bit of firmness in the muscle underneath as blood redirected into the organ. Some gentle stroking definitely sped up that process, which only made sense. Even though she was centuries old, the body wasn’t even twenty. She was pretty much in her sexual prime.

Every time Eris’s grip tugged downwards on the shaft, the skin shrouding the tip of Peilo’s cock rolled out of the way to show the head. Though, less and less of it was needing to be moved as the seconds rolled on. As it turned out, when Peilo’s member rapidly grew to attention under Eris’s soft touch, the foreskin almost completely pulled back on its own. After the scant few seconds until Peilo reached full hardness, her dick was much more visibly similar to a normal one- or at least, what everyone post-Sundering considered ‘normal’. Sure, as Eris stroked with her hand the skin would roll up and down but it mostly stayed out of the way.

Eris didn’t even realize that she was staring until she felt Peilo’s hand gingerly slide a few fingers through her hair. A glance up showed the brunette’s eyes flashing with arousal, and the light pressure of her hand was tugging the redhead forwards- closer to the cock mere inches from her face. Eris may not have been an expert on sex like Bailey, but even she understood the message.

Eris opened her mouth and eased her lips over Peilo’s tip.

Once again, to the surprise of nobody, Peilo’s dick tasted like nothing more than flesh. There wasn’t a tang that hit Eris’s tastebuds and made her immediately recognize the dick as meat over four hundred years old. There wasn’t anything magical, or significant, or… anything at all, really.

It really was just a dick with a high collar.

It wasn’t even anything particularly large like Zoime’s third leg. Peilo’s was, by all means, average. Maybe six inches long, and with a girth that Eris could just barely wrap a thumb and middle finger around. (Though Eris knew she had small hands, so that wasn’t saying much).

In other words, Peilo had a wonderful, reasonably-sized member for Eris to practice on- just a hair smaller than the wooden dildo she and Bailey had been using for the last two weeks.

Eris continued pushing forwards, sliding further and further down the shaft until she felt the familiar tickle approaching her throat. A throat that Eris willed to open and allow access so that she could keep going further. Eventually, she met a resistance that let her continue no further, but it was one she was proud of.

A bushy-but-reasonably-trimmed patch of pubic hair tickled Eris’s nose while the firm pelvis of the woman in front of her pressed up into the redhead’s lips. Meanwhile, Peilo’s entire length, from the very base to the tippiest top, was snugly sheathed inside of Eris’s mouth and throat. The best part? It wasn’t all that uncomfortable. Sure, the pressure building against Eris’s gag reflex was slowly rising and she’d need to breathe eventually, but Eris could keep herself down for a little bit just to take pride in the very first real dick she’d successfully deepthroated. Eyes even glanced over towards Bailey, just to see if her sex-teacher had caught notice of Eris’s accomplishment.

Though, maybe that wasn’t the best idea in order to boost Eris’s self-esteem.

Bailey was also throating the dick that was being provided to her, but that was much more impressive than what Eris was doing. After all, Zoime’s colossal cock was quite literally twice the size of Peilo’s, and Bailey was almost all the way down.

Barely an inch of dark shaft was visible in front of Bailey’s lips while her mouth was spread wide, and Eris could even see the blonde’s throat pressing outwards to accommodate the meat inside. Bailey was on her knees, leaning far over while she worked and sensually wiggling her perky ass in a way that Eris wasn’t entirely sure was intentional or not. One of her roommate’s hands was eagerly fondling and massaging Zoime’s hefty sack dangling just underneath the monster shaft, while the other was reaching down between her own legs to show that Bailey was actively masturbating while eleven inches of dick were shoved down her throat. Bailey’s closed eyes then reopened for a moment, filled with determination before she eased off a half-inch then pressed right back down.

Eris could see the struggle. She could see the pressure. She could see the tears beginning to well in the corners of Bailey’s focused eyes, but she could also see something else. Eris could see Bailey’s lips pressing down into the shaven skin of Zoime’s smooth pelvis and turning eleven throated inches into twelve. To Eris’s surprise, Bailey didn’t even stop there. As Zoime reclined her head back in pleasure, Eris watched the blonde’s tongue peek out past her lips and start licking at the exposed skin as well as the dark woman’s balls. It didn’t matter that Bailey managed to cram that much meat in her windpipe and was tearing up from it- she was still trying to do more.

Then, naturally, Bailey’s own eyes glanced in Eris’s direction with a twinkle and a smile. Even though her partner’s dick was half the size and therefore exponentially easier to throat than Bailey’s, Eris still managed to find appreciation for the proud look in the blonde’s eyes. After all, it could have been acknowledgement of Eris’s deepthroat accomplishment, or pride in her own ability to take Zoime first try.

Knowing Bailey, though, the thumbs-up she flashed Eris was probably a mixture of both.