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Session 74 – Into the Underdark *Smut* x2 – Ganan (250XP 200DX, 243/200 spent; 20WhP 24GP 90SP), Melody (250XP 200DX, 243/186 spent), Jinabar (250XP 200DX, 244/198 Spent)

Our heroes stand in the dust of a collapsed mining tunnel that once connected to the bearfolk city of Urza Arcus. On the other side of a thousand tons of mountainside is an army of the dead. Our heroes glow with the power of their animas – but there is no other light in the blackness of the tunnels.

Ganan shoulders his firewand, “Melody. What. The. Hell?!” He rages.

Melody throws her arms up, “Yochanan said to collapse the tunnel, so I collapsed the tunnel. Don’t bitch at me!”

“Good point!” Jin jumps in, rounding on Yochanan, “What the hell?!”

Yochanan finds himself with an unexpected defender as Whims speaks in his defense, “You are no match for Leshak. Yochanan’s plan saved our lives, for now. But that rockslide won’t stop him – we need to get out of here before he gets out from under that rock.”

Jin rolls her eyes, “Nothing is getting out from under that rock.”

Yochanan speaks with the strained patience of an overstretched parent, “At every turn you have underestimated our enemies. Your plans have failed, and you have brought disaster after disaster to our endeavor. Now it is time that you listened to me.”

“Now hold on,” Ganan says, coming to his sister’s defense, “Our plans haven’t failed…”

“Where is Cynis Petalin?” Yochanan asks, “No, let me guess: you killed her, and seconds later we were attacked by an army of the dead?”

Jin quietly hands Ganan back his Collar of Dutiful Submission.

Melody carefully steers Clapper forward, “Okay, King Yochanan, what’s your plan?”

Yochanan shakes his head ruefully, “Follow me.”

He wordlessly leads them deeper into the tunnels, and the rest of the party follows after.

****

It is not long before they reach the under-tunnels of Urza Arcus: wide and glazed with clear, mystic glass. The tunnels start to glow with the dim light of the evening as Yochanan enters them, leading them with clear purpose. Tinkara and the Jadeborn walk next to him.

Jin rides along with Melody on the back of Clapper. There is a tense silence between them. Melody yawns and directs Clapper to follow the Jadeborn – she pulls her hood over her face and tries to doze. Jin is disquieted by letting the Shieldback just walk without direction.

Ganan walks behind with Whims at his side. Whims slips his hand into Ganan’s, and Ganan does not pull away.

After an hour or so, Yochanan calls the column to a halt and makes his way to find Whims in the rear. He eyes the handholding suspiciously, “Ganan, stab Whims in the heart for me.”

“Are you crazy?” Ganan asks, pulling his hand out of Whims’s, “He’s on our side. He literally fought on our side against the dead. And he came to your defense.”

“He actually did very little in that last battle,” Yochanan corrects, “And whilst he might have destroyed a few simple zombies during your botched attempt to kill Oka, I can assure you that he’s killed more of the living during his time in Dovak.”

Whims shrugs apologetically, “I can’t deny that: better do as he says, Breaker.” He gives Ganan a winning smile, filled with shining white teeth.

Ganan is about to protest, then he screws up his forehead in concentration, “And that won’t kill you. You’ll regenerate?”

Yochanan answers, addressing Ganan and trying not to look at Whims, “I can’t say that I trust our new… ‘ally’. He’s an undead monster, and he will answer for his crimes against Dovak. But… you’re right: he has fought on our side, and, more importantly, I’d rather say ‘I told you so’ in a few days than fight with you here and now. So, stab him to death so he can’t see where we’re going, and he can come with us.”

Whims closes his eyes and spreads his arms wide, Ganan grits his teeth and impales Whims on his jade bayonet. The Liminal collapses awkwardly, Yochanan secures a sack over his head, and Ganan dumps the body onto Clapper’s howdah (the Jadeborn produce Whims’s armor and dump it in next to him).

They continue to a nondescript patch of wall. The mural behind the glass depicts a battle against the enemies of the gods, in the time before the First Age. Yochanan traces his fingers across the glass surface, and the entire section of wall seems to fold in on itself, opening a new tunnel where none existed before.

Yochanan stands in the new tunnel and addresses the Exalted and his sister, “We are about to enter the city of Hiram. It is a small settlement, by the standards of the Jadeborn – but it is a vital trade artery between the great cities of Dijak and Lutar (which are supplying my army).”

He stops and addresses Tinkara, “I had hoped to bring you to this place after the war – I never meant to share this with them.” He nods derisively at the Dynasts.

Melody continues pretending that she is asleep.

Jin tosses her hair, “Rude.” She disparages.

Yochanan addresses the Dynasts again, “Do not speak to anyone. Do not wander off without me. Try not to look at anything. And try to forget everything you see here. Just sit still and try not to make things worse.”

“We can lie low for a few days, Wanderer.” Melody coos from under her hood, “Stop stressing out, Ganan and I have seen a Jadeborn city before.”

Reluctantly, Yochanan leads them into Hiram. Sentries challenge them in a language our heroes do not recognize, but Yochanan quickly negotiates their passage.

The glass coated tunnels give way to rock formations which seem both more natural and more worked – the bare stone is polished smooth, and crystals are set in the tunnel’s ceiling (which glow with the twilight of dusk as Yochanan or their Jadeborn allies approach). The temperature in the cavern is stable and the air is fresh. Great loam-packed caverns produce massive harvests of mushrooms. Finally, the tunnel opens in on a grand cavern boring deep into the ground below them.

Towers of stone and crystal, like great termite mounds, fill the cavern, and more rooms are etched into the sides. The city is larger than Dovak but smaller than Urza Arcus. Even at this late hour, Essence lights can be seen and the city gently hums with industry.

The winding path is cut into the wall of the cavern and leads them down into the city proper. The path is wide enough for Clapper, if barely. With easy familiarity, Yochanan leads them to one of the spires, he directs Clapper to a stable filled with crude fodder and leads the others into the spire (Ganan carries Whims’s corpse over his shoulder). The inside of the spire reminds the Dynasts of the Imperial Palace – it is brilliantly constructed, and if not lavishly decorated then, at least, well appointed. Yochanan directs his sister and the Dynasts to stand on a plain stone disk in the middle of the lobby.

Melody stands on the disk and looks up – there’s a hole in the ceiling that seems to go all the way to the top of the spire. “Wait a minute…” She starts.

Ganan’s eyes light up as he realizes what’s about to happen. Yochanan stands on the platform and it immediately shoots into the air, passing through the gaps in the ceiling. There is no obvious mechanical mechanism controlling the movement of the lift. They move at a dizzying speed – many of the floors are open plan, giving the Dynasts a flash-view of Jadeborn life as they rise. Many of the Jadeborn are sleeping, seemingly in comfortable, but communal, accommodations. The spire has halls for sports, dancing, and crossbow drills. The platform stops at the top floor and the Dynasts stagger off the mystic elevator. Ganan immediately crouches down to examine the device to see if he can divine how it works, but it quickly shoots out of sight.

“Don’t look at anything!” Yochanan admonishes.

The spire penthouse is as luxuriously appointed as any Dynast’s manse. Strange devices line the walls – many seem to dispense… something. Art, carved of pure jade, adorn the walls. The penthouse is carved into several rooms, with natural, curving walls of beautifully worked stone.

“Stay here, get some sleep. Try not to look at anything. Do not try to leave this room.” Yochanan warns, “I will be back by mid-afternoon.” He turns and leaves the room.

There are plenty of bedrooms in the penthouse. Ganan lays Whims in one of the beds to let him regenerate. He carefully sweeps the hair from his face and lays him in gentle repose, before taking the room next to his. Ganan looks fascinatedly at the sculptures and mechanical devices in the room – the lights are already low, but can easily be turned off completely by a panel recessed into the wall. Jin retires to a room with an adjoining bathroom and a sturdy lock and bars herself in. Tinkara takes a matching room next to Jin’s, the only other one with a lock.

Melody looks out at the Jadeborn city from the windows of the penthouse and scans the streets. Clearly in the day, this will be a bustling and lively place.

“Oh, fuck it.” She curses, before finding somewhere to sleep.

****

*Smut*

Ganan strips naked and climbs into bed. The sheets are like velvet and whilst the mattress is firm, that is how Ganan likes it. Ganan feels the bed with his fingers, slipping them over the smooth surfaces. It smells faintly of plastic – a comforting smell that brings the memory of the Heptagram. Exhausted from staying up and aching from the day’s exertions, a good bed is exactly what he wants.

Well, maybe not exactly.

Filled with excitement at being in a new place, he can’t settle, despite how tired he is. Frustration from being torn away from the battle meets his frustration with not having had sex in over a year. His hand finds his stiff member under the sheets, and he begins to pump up and down. Ganan closes his eyes and his breathing becomes ragged.

There’s a dull thump of clothing hitting the ground. Ganan opens one eye and cranes his neck in the darkness – someone has let themselves into his room and stands in silhouette. They’re the right height to be Whims, but too curvy.

“This is my room, Melody.” Ganan says, not needing his mystic bond to his hearthmate to identify her. He doesn’t stop playing with himself, casually at ease, and expecting Melody to shuffle out with a chuckle. She doesn’t.

Instead, Melody strides over to the bed and climbs in naked beside him, “I know.” She says and she lays a soft kiss on his cheek, “I’m not hearing ‘get your own room, Melody.’” She snuggles up close to him, the soft flesh of her plump, pear-shaped body, pressed against him.

Ganan chuckles obliviously, “You can sleep here, but I’m kind of in the middle of something.”

Melody glides a hand down Ganan’s chest, “Maybe I can help you with that?” She breathes into his ear. Hard and unyielding muscle presses against her.

Ganan sits bolt upright as if he’d been stung. His casual complacency about being nude is erased completely, replaced by anxiety laden self-consciousness. Unfortunately, sitting up pulls the bed sheets off of him, leaving his bare cock bouncing in the air. Even in the dim light of the room, he can see that Melody has a clear view – she licks her lips. Ganan clumsily tries to cover up his cock with his hands, which only seems to draw more attention to it, before pulling one of the velvet sheets over his lap, creating a small tent.

Melody smiles playfully at him, “You really are big for a Dynast. And I’m still not hearing ‘no’.”

“No!” Ganan blurts out quickly... but his eyes play over her small breasts, the curve of her waist, the swell of her stomach and come to rest between her ample thighs.

Melody pouts, “Wow, let a girl down gently!” She gently hooks a finger under Ganan’s chin and lifts his gaze to meet her eyes.

“Wait, you know I don’t mean it like that,” Ganan stammers, pulling away, “I mean, I don’t like you like… that… like this. Naked. Not that there’s anything wrong with being naked. Just that, sometimes one is naked on their own, and sometimes it’s to swim or…” Ganan shakes his head to order his thoughts, “This is sex naked. We don’t… I mean… you’re a woman.” His eyes fall between her thighs once more.

“And you are a very big man.” Melody says, staring hard at the sheet covering Ganan’s cock and parting her legs just a fraction, “Reya’s a woman. Am I not pretty enough for you?”

“Reya is my wife.” Ganan says firmly, snapping his eyes back to Melody’s face, “That’s different.”

“Is it because she’s prettier than me? Skinny bitch!” Melody teases, “I’m not saying that I want to have kids, stud.” She pushes herself into sitting position, the soft light casts shadows across her modest breasts, “But you’re clearly worked up. I’m worked up. I like you. We’re comfortable with each other. Why not help each other out?” She runs her hand under the bed sheets and into Ganan’s lap. The heat from his throbbing member seems to call out to her fingers as she wraps her hand around his shaft.

“I made a vow.” Ganan says simply, but he doesn’t remove Melody’s hand as he stares down at her navel.

“And so did Reya, but, you know, her lover is in the bedroom across the hall. Plus, I know she gave you a pass with the whole year-in-the-legions thing. And I can pretty much guarantee she’s doing it with Udi. Don’t over think this.” She peals back the covers and lowers her head to Ganan’s cock, moving with the same supple grace and surprising agility she shows on the battlefield.

Ganan gives a sharp intake of breath as the soft wetness of Melody’s inviting mouth takes him deep. She gags a little, unable to get the whole length of his impressive member inside of her. Electricity seems to run through him as she bobs her head up and down, drawing out a long, throaty groan.

Melody reclines back on the bed and spreads her legs, “I’m pretty sure ‘Fleet Admiral’ outranks ‘sapper’ if you need me to order you to get to work, soldier.” She smiles at him, feeling her heart flutter in her chest.

Ganan’s eyes play up her body resting on the bright pink womb tattoo beneath the swell of her belly. She squeezes her breasts and a thin trickle of milk seeps between her fingers. He makes an unintelligible noise of frustrated surrender. “Fine,” He says, “But not like this, turn over.”

Melody raises an eyebrow but turns onto her front. Without warning, Ganan sits on top of her, straddling her back. “What-?” she begins in confusion, then Ganan’s strong hands are massaging the tense muscles in her back. She immediately goes slack in his grip as his thumbs find knots she’d been carrying for the past year. It’s her turn to make a throaty groan of pleasure, and her hips involuntarily start to hump the bed.

Ganan works the tension out of Melody’s body before climbing off her. He watches her breathing gently as she lays limply on the bed. She starts to stir, turning her head to grin devilishly at him. His cock still strains skyward. Ganan puts two fingers in his mouth and coats them in his saliva. Melody spreads her legs, still laying on her front, and Ganan puts his hand between them, finding the hood of her clitoris with his fingertips. He circles the hard nub as his palm presses against her cunt. Melody grinds against his palm and her breathing quickens.

The pressure builds within her. The bed is cool beneath her, soft and smooth. Ganan’s hand is rough and calloused – but that only seems to heighten her pleasure. The musky taste of his cock is still in her mouth, and she licks her lips as her pleasure peaks and his fingers expertly bring her to orgasm. For the first time in months, she feels relaxed as Ganan works her through her orgasm, then slowly withdraws his hand.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” She smiles at him, and weakly pulls herself over to his lap. His cock bobs hypnotically, inches from her face. She looks up at him, “You really don’t want to put it inside me?” Her tongue darts out to softly lap at his shaft.

Ganan looks down at Melody, his cock is bigger than her face, “I want to. But I can’t.” He confesses.

“Okay,” Melody says, “Hold my hair.” She sucks him deep into her mouth again, chocking on the fat dick as she tries to cram every inch down her throat. She feels Ganan’s hands find the back of her head and force her down the last couple of inches. His balls tighten almost instantly and spurt after spurt of hot jizz floods directly down her throat. She pulls her head back, gagging, leaving Ganan’s cock slick with her phlegm and his spunk. She gives his cockhead a sloppy kiss and licks him clean. “Goodnight.” She coos as she snuggles down, pulling him in to spoon with the powerful arms that wrestle a six-ton Shieldback Lizard every day. Her fingers play over his shrinking cock as she holds her body close to his, her breasts pressed against his back.

“Goodnight.” Ganan whispers back.

****

Having spent most of the night in action, morning comes far too quickly for the liking of our heroes. The cavern outside of the spire lights up as bright as noon on the surface with the rising of the sun and light floods into the spire. Ganan and Melody rise and dress. Jin draws herself a bath, amazed that the Jadeborn have not only running water but hot water and liquid soap. Tinkara stays shut in her room, trying not to look at anything. Whims stays dead.

“Should I stitch him back together?” Melody asks as she inspects Whims’s body, “Like after the ambush?”

“Hmm? Probably best if you don’t.” Ganan says as he inspects the mechanical devices in the penthouse, trying to deduce what they are and how they work.

Melody puts her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow at Ganan, “Yeah, we wouldn’t want him disobeying Yochanan and studying the Jadeborn machinery or anything.”

“I’m not going to gouge out my own eyes, Melody, Yochanan put us in here, there’s stuff to look at anywhere I look.” Ganan turns and smiles at her, he raps the machine he was examining with his knuckles, “Besides, I’m 99% sure this thing makes coffee.”

At the word “coffee” Jin appears, swaddled in thick, luxurious bath towels. She holds out her hands for coffee.

Ganan works a dial on the machine and it produces two small cups of strong-smelling espresso, which Jin and Melody gratefully receive, before Jin goes back to her bath.

Ganan chuckles at his sister’s coffee obsession then turns to Melody with a confused look on his face, “Notice what?”

Melody sips her coffee and makes a puzzled face whilst she tries to remember what Ganan is talking about – their aborted conversion after the capture of Cynis Petalin eventually comes to her.

“Jin’s got her wrackstaff, didn’t Lady Magnificent have it?”

Ganan scratches his head, “She said she had a run in with her. Must have got it back.”

“Yes…” Melody says, “But she was lying about having a run in with her to cover for the wounds she got fighting against Oka’s forces.”

Ganan shrugs, “Everything Jin says is a lie. Especially the true things. And all her best lies are true. She’s a proper Dynast, I wouldn’t sweat it.”

“Ferad and Danireya are proper Dynasts. I know what a ‘proper Dynast’ is like.” Melody folds her arms across her chest.

Ganan winces at the mention of their spouses, “Reya is Reya. For starters, she’s a sorcerer, not a ‘proper Dynast’. And Ferad is a soldier – and he’s an incorrigible troublemaker who posed as an Outcaste to get out of going to the same school his father graduated from. He’s a good guy, that’s why I like him. You wouldn’t like him if he was a ‘proper Dynast’. And don’t mention Udi either, she doesn’t count doubly.”

Melody chuckles, “I think I saw that side of her for the first time before they left for Paragon. She’s a lot cooler than I gave her credit for.”

“Well,” Ganan pounces, “Jin isn’t. She’s all Realm, through and through. She can shoot and scrap and she knows which fork is for salad and which one is for fish. And she’s a two-faced, self-aggrandizing, politico who’ll probably try to turn us in for working with the Anathema after all this is over.”

Melody screws up her face, “The one with the little knife is fish, right? Or is that pies?”

Ganan shrugs, “I don’t know why you’d think I’d know! I should get credit for knowing there are different types of fork!”

“She’s not going to turn us in,” Melody says seriously.

“No,” Ganan agrees, “But only because she knows that between the two of us, we can get her adopted into Tepet and back onto the Blessed Isle. It doesn’t serve her interests to betray us. Just remember, no matter how friendly she seems, if it comes down to our interests or hers, she’ll pick hers.”

“You’re not being fair,” Melody says, setting down her coffee, “She was a Magistrate. A hero of the Realm. You love the Imperial Service. She didn’t have to track down these Salmalin demon-summoning books. She didn’t have to risk her life fighting Sondok. And she didn’t have to come back to Dovak. But she did.”

Ganan shakes his head, “I know my sister. She’s cleverer than me. I can’t tell you what her scam is, but I’m telling you she has a scam. She became a Magistrate by betraying her friends from the Spiral Academy. She went to the Spiral Academy by betraying me. And I wouldn’t be surprised if the only reason for the whole Sondok affair was because she was bored or being blackmailed into it.”

“I don’t believe that.” Melody says firmly.

“Well, you don’t know her like I do. Give it time.” Ganan’s attention has already been grabbed by a new Jadeborn device, and he studies it intently.

Not wanting to fight, Melody returns to the window to look out on the city during the “day”.

****

Meanwhile

An open window from a spire penthouse bathroom lets a small plume of steam rise into the cavern. The scent of espresso on her breath, Lady Magnificent repels down the outside of the spire. She drops a floor then breaks back into the building. The Mountain Folk living on the floor below have already left their domicile for work, allowing her to slink over to the elevator undetected by the Dynasts on the floor above, and easily descends to ground level.

The morning bustle of the Jadeborn reporting to their stations is long over, but there is a great deal of foot-traffic as the Mountain Folk move between the spires carrying materials and finished goods. Ada sticks to the shadows of the spires, darting from building to building. The largest and noisiest building is in the middle of the city, and when the time comes, she strides out into the main street, purposefully toward it. No-one challenges her, but the Jadeborn give her sidelong looks.

The entire spire is a vast workshop. Jadeborn workers toil on an array of devices – Ada recognizes some of them, like the mechanical crossbows. Shipments of jade are being taken higher up the spire. Ada walks swiftly through the ranks of the assembled workers: they work with mechanical tools of exceptional quality. The spire is filled with the clanking of gears and the pounding of hammers. She works her way quickly to the elevator and ascends the spire. Once more the floors flash past impossibly fast. She catches a glimpse of armor being beaten out of steel, crossbows made of jade, mechanical devices of a nature she cannot begin to divine the nature of then wonderous suits of jade armor. She also sees the back of Yochanan, deep in conversation with a brightly colored Jadeborn. The elevator comes to a halt. The upper floor of the spire is given over to a single brightly colored artisan. The room is clean and bright and white, empty but for the artisan, their tools, and a single suit of armor.

“It will be ready, when it’s ready.” The artisan says without looking up from their work.

Lady Magnificent says nothing, instead quietly skulking around the room. The artisan’s tools alone would be worth a fortune in the Realm, but the armor is a treasure beyond compare. She says nothing as she sizes the armor up, then seeing no reason to say anything more, she slips away, retracing her steps back to the open bathroom window. She does, however, notice that Yochanan has gone.

****

Yochanan returns to the tower to find Ganan flipping the lights on-and-off, scribing detailed notes.

“Summon the others. And stop looking at things.”

Ganan flips Yochanan off without looking up.

“Charming,” Says a voice Ganan does not recognize. Yochanan has returned with one of the Jadeborn.

“Tepet Ganan,” Yochanan introduces, “This is Jade Walker. She is, for simplicities sake, the ruler of this city.”

“Bully!” Melody cries bouncing into the room, “Gan, have you worked out how the coffee machine works yet?”

“Your technology is amazing,” Ganan says rising and giving a bow to Jade Walker, “Teach me. Please.”

Jade Walker smiles politely, if a little stiffly.

“That is not why you are here.” Yochanan says firmly.

Melody fires an arrow into Tinkara’s door.

(“I’ll buff that out for you, don’t worry.” Ganan reassures Jade Walker.)

Tinkara comes out of her room. As does Jin, fully dressed.

Yochanan continues, “The army shall be here in two days. But they won’t arrive until late into the night. I don’t see the wisdom in marching on the dead in the middle of the night, so we’ll attack in the morning.”

“Sounds good,” Ganan nods “That’ll give me time to do the carving… and fix the door. And learn how to work more of these marvelous machines. Also, what does this do? It’s so hot! Oh, and where I can plant this?” He holds up his Traveler’s Staff.

Jade Walker pulls a confused face, “It’s a convection heater… it keeps the room warm. It’s supposed to be hot. And if you may plant your staff in one of the growing caverns. I will have a worker show you the way.”

“A convection heater with no coal, no oil, no red jade… hmm…” Ganan examines the radiator again, “Yes, teach me.”

“For the last time!” Yochanan shouts, losing his temper.

“Actually,” Jade Walker says diplomatically, “It would be helpful to have one of the Exalted pilot the siege strider.”

“The what?” The Dragon-Blooded chorus.

****

Jade Walker leads the Exalted down out of their spire and to an adjoining cavern. Inside sits a massive war-machine, eighteen feet high and thirty feet long, sitting on four sturdy legs with two strong arms ending in wicked claws. A massive canon is mounted on its back.

“It requires specialist training to pilot, and our warriors do not have the strength of essence required to move it.” Jade Walker explains, “But it does work. I’ve moved it myself – for research purposes, you understand.”

Like children with a new toy, Ganan and Melody make a mad dash for the machine and climb up into the fuselage – there’s a hatch for the pilot and one for the gunner. They both lean their heads into the pilot hatch.

“Wait…” Ganan says as he examines the controls for the machine, “Why are there six peddles when there are only four directions?”

Jin approaches cautiously on foot.

Melody considers for a moment, “It doesn’t look massively different from riding Clapper: I steer him by shifting weight, you use these peddles to move the machine and this lever to… uh… Well, the lever probably has something to do with these glass things here.”

Ganan clambers over the war-machine to the gunner’s position. Jin slowly climbs the access ladder to the same point.

“Oh, now you’re just taking the piss!” Ganan exclaims. The gunner’s cockpit has seat and a single control crystal with no other moving parts or gauges.

Jin shrugs, “No, this is easy. It’s just like elemental bolt.” She casts a look down to the pilot’s cockpit, “The lever is speed, the glass things are your pressure read-outs.”

“Wait… you can drive this thing?” Melody asks, looking up at her.

Jin makes a fifty-fifty gesture, “Not into battle, no. I mean, I can work the cannon. But it’s a lot easier than piloting a Warstrider. I’ve seen you direct Clapper; with two-and-a-half days training you’ll have this thing dancing.”

Yochanan calls up to them from the ground, “What’s the matter Ganan, nothing?”

Ganan scowls, “This technology is beyond my understanding.” He pauses, “It’ll take me longer than two days to master this machine. But if Jin and Melody can utilize it, then I’ll command the infantry in their wake. And repairing the machine after the battle will provide invaluable insight into its workings.”

Jade Walker looks up at him, “I thought you said the technology was beyond your understanding?”

Ganan smiles down at them, “I’d be a poor scholar if I didn’t seek in increase my understanding. All mysteries yield to study – even the miracles of the Great Maker. If you’ll permit me.”

Jade Walker and Yochanan share a look. Yochanan relents, “I will arrange your instruction. You’ll need a hearthstone to power the Strider.”

Melody makes a clicking motion at Ganan who hands over the Gateway Key. She smiles as she climbs into the cockpit and sockets the stone. The siege strider thrums with energy and seems to come alive under her.

“Oh yeah, this is going to work nicely.”

****

Whilst Jin and Melody practice piloting the siege strider, Ganan is true to his word about fixing the arrow hole in Tinkara’s door (3SP). Whims is still unconscious, so Ganan spends a little more time studying the Jadeborn technology in their room.

Jade Walker instructs Melody in the operation of the siege strider, and she carefully pilots the mighty war-machine out into a vast, empty cavern. Jin tests the weapon systems on stalagmites, blowing them to pieces.

“The glass things are blinking red!” Melody calls up to Jin, “Are they supposed to be doing that?”

“Oh by Daana’d! This is going to be a long two days.”

****

As nightfall approaches Jade Walker fetches Ganan. They subtly inspects his work fixing the door, then leads him to a brightly lit side cavern.

“You can grow your tree here.” They gesture at the soil under the artificial light.

Ganan plants the staff, which immediately blooms into an apple tree. Ganan carves off a bough (much larger than a human arm) and harvests a few apples for later. He offers Jade Walker an apple, which they accept before walking him back to the spire.

****

Ganan pulls a face as he gets back to the spire. Melody is sitting alone, reclined across a sofa.

“Where are the others?” Ganan asks.

Melody turns and sits facing him, “Whims is still dead. Tinkara and Yochanan are out. Jin is having another bath.”

Ganan nods, “Excellent, help me with this.” He tosses her Tinkara’s severed arm: autolysis has well set in and the arm is as disgusting as one might imagine. He sits next to Melody.

Melody makes a face, “Help you how?”

“Well… I need the bones, but not the meat.”

“Is that meant to be a joke?” Melody digs out her tools, knowing that Ganan is not joking, and starts to strip the dead flesh from the bones as Ganan starts to carve the wood.

Ganan takes the porous nature of the wood, and its tendency for shrinkage into account as he works it. It is dense, with a fine, uniform grain and gives off a faintly sweet scent as Ganan works it.

Melody points at Ganan with Tinkara’s severed arm, “Shouldn’t you, you know, cure the wood for a year or whatever before you work it?”

“You’re thinking of making bows.” Ganan says without looking up.

“Yeah, sure, but… I can’t imagine an arm is terribly different.”

“I’m not making a dead prosthesis.” Ganan corrects, “I’m carving a living arm out of magic wood. It helps if the living arm is, you know, alive. I’ll need you to do your thing when we attach it.”

“My thing?” Melody smiles at him.

Ganan makes a gesture that to him looks like plants growing, but it doesn’t look like that to anyone else, “Your plant growing thing.”

Stripping the dead flesh from the delicate bones of the hand is hard work. Melody doesn’t look up as she hands Ganan the long-bones from Tinkara’s forearm, “So should we have ‘The Talk’?”

“The girlfriend and boyfriend talk?” Ganan asks.

“So… we’re girlfriend and boyfriend?” Melody ribs him, “I thought this was a House Cynis, Kin-with-Benefits thing.”

“Well, we are married. So, it probably is that, yes. What’s the difference?”

Melody looks at him, “I don’t even know where to begin explaining that to you. Look, I know I’m not a great beauty-”

Ganan cuts her off, but still working the wood without looking up, “You’re fine. I don’t… usually… sleep with… women.”

Melody chuckles, “Me neither: that’s another thing we have in common.”

“But you’re like a man. That sounds wrong.” Ganan shakes his head with embarrassment, “I care about you and I respect you. But I love Reya and I don’t want to hurt Ferad.”

“Well, you’re not going to hurt Ferad. He thinks we’ve been sleeping together since Dovak. I had to reassure him that Iohan isn’t your kid – that caused a bit of tension. But it’s not like he doesn’t have his affairs.”

“Wait, why would he think that? And what do you mean – Ferad isn’t faithful to you?”

Melody laughs at Ganan’s naivety, “You and I spend all our time together. And you look like that. As for faithful, Ferad was practically engaged when he started sleeping with me, and I was still a student. They teach you at Pasiap’s Stair that what happens in the ideal and what happens in reality are different. I don’t think he ever slept with anyone else… until Tinkara. And then with the war and founding a new Great House… things are different now.”

“Hmm.” Ganan says, not knowing what else to say.

“So…” Melody says slowly, “I’d like to spend the night in your bed again tonight.”

Ganan sets down the wood and clears his throat, “I would like that too. But-”

“But you don’t want to fuck.” Melody nods, “Okay, I can work with that. What can we do?”

Ganan’s face flushes and he has a hard time looking at Melody, “Nothing that might result in children. No… vagina-penis… sex.”

“So nudity, snuggling, massages, masturbation, and oral sex seem okay. Anal?”

“That’s fine!” Ganan says eagerly, he clears his throat and picks the wood back up, “I mean, Reya doesn’t like it. But I like it. And it can’t make kids. Anal is fine. What do you want to tell the others?”

“Jin and the Dovaks? They can mind their own business. Reya and Udi? They’ve been sleeping together since they left the Blessed Isle – and it’s not like you can keep a secret – so I say we just tell them when we see them. But maybe don’t tell Ferad or the kids unless they ask.”

“And Whims?”

“The zombie? Seriously?” Melody exhales heavily.

“He’s not a zombie,” Ganan says firmly, “He’s… alive. Maybe not in the same way as you and me, but he’s alive and he’s Exalted. And I care about him… and I owe him.”

“I understand why you care about Reya and her feelings. But that-” Melody stops herself saying ‘thing’, “That ‘man’ is an abomination against the Perfected Hierarchy.”

Ganan nods, “And you are Dragon-Blooded, which means you are more spiritually enlightened than Whims and hold a more privileged place in the cycle of reincarnation: I don’t dispute that. But that doesn’t change my feelings and it doesn’t change the fact that he is a good man.”

“And a handsome man, no?” Whims calls out from behind them.

Ganan jumps to his feet.

Melody turns slowly, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Since ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’,” Whims flashes his brilliant smile, “Do you want some help with that?” He gestures to Tinkara’s arm.

Melody hands over the arm, and Whims sets about the carpal bones with his nails, stripping the bones out clean with preternatural ease.

“So, Breaker,” Whims says roguishly, “Moving from ‘husband and wife’ to ‘wife and wife’s girlfriend and husband and husband’s girlfriend’. Polyamory: it seems we agree in principle and now all that remains is to negotiate on scale?”

Melody pulls a face, “Husband and husband’s girlfriend and his dead boyfriend? I don’t think so.”

“Do I look dead to you, sweetheart?” Whims drawls seductively in his native Riverspeak.

Melody swallows and despite herself her tongue feels too big for her mouth. Whims does not look dead. His flesh seems to pulse with the raw, primal energy of life itself – flush with hot blood. He smells of power and masculine eros. The pallor of the grave has no hold on his vibrant flesh, and the horrific pulsing stitches that were evident during their battle seem to have completely faded away.

Whims approaches Ganan. He lays a hand on his chest and presses his body against his. He switches back to High Realm, “I mean, suit yourself, but I think Breaker would rather not have to choose between us.” He sweeps his gaze with a lascivious ponderance over Melody’s body, “I know I’d rather have both.”

Whims’s body is trim and athletic. He’s shorter and smaller than Ganan. Melody remembers being a cadet in Thorns – Ferad used to have a figure like that. She remembers Jin’s comments about having sex with the Anathema and feels a frisson of forbidden passion. He didn’t seem dead, not in the way of Oka’s dread forces. And Ganan was an expert in such matters. And if Whims really was Exalted, was it any worse than sleeping with, say, an Exigent?

Melody rises from the sofa and walks toward the bedroom. She stops and looks over her shoulder, “Well, are you coming boys?”

****

Getting back into the central spire was harder than Lady Magnificent had imagined it would be. When the working day had come to an end, the Jadeborn workers and artisans had left the enormous structure, warriors locked the doors and went on patrol. Scaling the outside of the structure, then breaking in without being seen had been a challenge, and now she was inside, she’s discovered that the elevator is deactivated. Climbing the inside of the tower is further complicated by the presence of guards within the building. Even so, she’s sure to stop and snag a mechanical crossbow on her way up, and on the penultimate level she fills her pockets with tools, sneaking from workstation to workstation, whilst avoiding the watchful eyes of the patrolling warriors.

Finally, she heaves herself into the topmost level. The artisan she saw earlier in the day is still working on the armor.

“I know, I know,” Lady Magnificent says, “It’ll be ready when it’s ready.”

“It’s ready,” The artisan says, polishing the final plates of the armor.

“Oh, that’s… that’s actually really convenient. I was worried Ganan would have to finish it.”

The Jadeborn artisan looks around and acknowledges her, “Who are you?”

Lady Magnificent gives a deep bow with an ostentatious flourish, “Lady Magnificent, pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Jubilant Ore,” The Jadeborn gives her a short bow in greeting, “You’re Exalted.”

“Blood of the Dragons, for my sins,” Lady Magnificent cocks her masked head in a sign of amusement, “Talk me through this masterwork, Jubilant Ore.”

Jubilant Ore knows they should call for their guards, but can’t resist Lady Magnificent’s charm, “It’s a jade suit of Essence powered armor. All five colors of jade are utilized in its construction, but as you can see from the outer layer, it is primarily black jade. Strength augmentation systems, life-support including aquatic adaptation, stealth and sensory systems.”

“I don’t suppose it has an elemental lens?” Lady Magnificent asks coyly.

Jubilant Ore smiles, “No. It is not built for your kind. Though there are similarities in design to the Armor of the Immaculate Dragons, it is built for Jadeborn champions.”

“I’ve never seen a Jadeborn wearing armor like that!” Lady Magnificent says quickly, “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Jubilant Ore visibly swells with pride at the compliment, “Thank you.”

“It… would work with a Dragon-Blooded user, wouldn’t it?”

Jubilant Ore pulls a suspicious face, “A Dragon-Blooded? I never thought of that. I think it would. Yes… I’m sure it would.”

Lady Magnificent smiles behind her mask, “That is, of course, assuming the armor works at all. Oh, I’m sure you took every precaution in the assembly, but has anyone actually worn it yet?”

“Well… no… I had thought that I might…”

Lady Magnificent lays a hand on Jubilant Ore’s shoulder and leans in close to gaze into their eyes, “But then who would take notes? Who would correct any mistakes revealed in the design?”

“In the morning, Jade Walker will observe my work and-”

Lady Magnificent shakes her head sadly, “Jade Walker is clearly jealous of your prowess as a supreme armorer, surely you see how your skill threatens their position?”

“Jade Walker has always been my staunchest-”

“And what if there are faults? To see them exposed to everyone in the light of day like that – after all the time you’ve spent working on this project?”

Lady Magnificent has clearly struck a nerve: Jubilant Ore looks concerned. They speak slowly, “None of the warriors guarding the building have the strength of Essence needed to drive the armor… would it be too much of an imposition to ask…”

Lady Magnificent nods warmly, “Not at all.” She motions to the armor, “How do I…?”

Jubilant Ore helps her into the power armor. Lady Magnificent flexes reveling in the feeling of absolute power and complete invulnerability. She walks the armor around the workshop whilst Jubilant Ore follows her anxiously asking questions and taking notes.

“It seems the advance systems need… some harmonization to bring online?” Lady Magnificent asks.

“Yes,” Jubilant Ore responds, “I think we have enough data to call the armor a success, now if you could…”

Lady Magnificent turns slowly to look at Jubilant Ore, and she silently cocks her head in the same amused way as earlier.

“Remove the armor now?” Jubilant Ore concludes lamely.

Lady Magnificent pauses and stares silently at Jubilant Ore for a beat or two, watching them squirm. After what seems like an eternity, she clears her throat, “Of course. How does it come off?”

Jubilant Ore gives a great sigh of relief and helps Lady Magnificent out of the armor.

“Well, it seems that my initial judgement of your work was not misplaced. That really was the finest suit of armor I’ve ever worn. I don’t suppose you’d consider parting with it?”

Jubilant Ore bows, respectfully, beaming with pride, “I am afraid not, Prince of the Earth. Though I’m sure-” They break off mid-sentence and pull a face of suspicious confusion, “I did not know we had any visiting Exalted in the city.”

“Yochanan Dovak has brought us here to lead his army. Commanding the incoming troops above ground, piloting the siege strider?” Lady Magnificent probes, hoping to get more out of the Jadeborn artisan.

Jubilant Ore’s expression changes to relief, “Oh that make sense, I heard we were expecting mercenaries.” To Lady Magnificent’s frustration, they don’t say anymore, “Well I’m done for the night.” Jubilant Ore walks over to the elevator and reactivates it, “Shall we?”

Lady Magnificent takes Jubilant Ore’s arm and they walk right out of the front door of the spire, straight past the guards. They part ways as Lady Magnificent makes to walk back to the Yochanan’s spire and the others, but as soon as she is out-of-sight, she doubles back, approaching the central spire by the shadows, keeping herself hidden. She waits for the patrol to pass and starts to scale the outside of the tower once more. Sneaking past the guards is considerably more fraught with her spiritual energy drained from attuning to the armor, but as she now knows the layout of the building and the position of the guards, she is able to make her way back to the top level without incident. She sits cross legged, listening to the Essence of the world, and the quiet shifting of the figures on the levels below for a full hour, with the armor laid out before her. Eventually she dons the armor once more. The penthouse walls are blank, sheer walls of brilliant white: Lady Magnificent examines them carefully, finding the almost imperceptible cracks that mark the panels that hide the spire’s windows. Prying them open, she shimmies out of the window. She swiftly descends the outside of the tower, her fingers finding impossible purchases as she deftly climbs down. She makes straight for the siege strider, finding it only lightly guarded, and stashes the armor hidden inside the strider.

****

*Smut*

“Well, are you coming boys?”

Whims raises his eyebrows and pulls Ganan to his feet. His hands are warm and the look on his face mischievous and inviting. Ganan looks up at him, his brow furrowed, his face a mask of thunder, but he allows himself to be dragged to his feet.

Whims’s body is pressed against his. Ganan feels his heart hammer. Heat throbs from between Whims’s legs, as the Liminal grinds his body tight to his. Whims’s body is hot – hot like hot blood – his breath, so close to Ganan’s face, is sweet and inviting. Whims parts his lips, just a fraction.

Oh, what the hell! Ganan thinks to himself as he surrenders to passion, leaning in to kiss Whims. Their lips meet and for a moment Whims seems to melt in his arms, they hang perilously close to collapsing back into the sofa, when Whims abruptly breaks the kiss and pulls away, trotting merrily after Melody.

“Hurry up, Breaker!” He calls, prancing with delight, “We don’t want her to start without us!”

A moment of tightness in the chest. Hot and sweaty. Suddenly claustrophobic. The world seems to swim before Ganan’s eyes as his tongue seems to fill all the space in his mouth. He’s moving towards the others, but his legs feel like jelly. The sensation is like wading through waist deep water but no matter how many faltering steps he takes towards the bedroom, it never seems to get any closer. Last night was… what even was last night? And two years ago, in Malfeas… nothing had happened… but then he couldn’t deny that he had wanted something to happen. Almost in slow motion, he casts an eye at the elevator. He could just run away: for once in his life, not face the object of the pulsing terror that threatens to tear him apart and… he’s at the door. Melody is facing him, beckoning him into the room. Whims has already slipped behind her; his hands roam all over her body, stripping her naked.

Melody bites her lip as she sees Ganan standing in the doorway. Whims’s hands seem to burn against her flesh as they strip off her top. An involuntary shudder runs through her body as her bare breasts spill out. Ganan sways in the doorway, grabbing out at the frame for support. Then suddenly Whims is gone from behind her (carefully tucking her artifact shirt away), and she feels as if she might swoon. In two bounds Ganan has crossed the room to her side, his powerful hands holding her by the hips. She nips up for a quick kiss.

“Say, what’s in this… air?” She giggles. Ganan brushes the hair from her face and she fumbles with the toggles on his vest. He seems to tower over her, his powerful, muscular body, is the only thing she can see as he leans in to kiss her properly. Tongues touch, alive and wet, pressed together in a passionate embrace. He crushes her in his grip, fingers sinking into her flesh. Groans of pleasure reverberate between them, seeming to resonate in their very bones so that they seem to open to each other. Ganan’s panic and doubts are washed away by Melody’s mouth on his.

Whims reclines invitingly on the bed, enjoying the show, “So, how do you want to do this?” He smiles wickedly and stretches out. His lean frame doesn’t seem to carry an ounce of fat, his cut abs seem to underscore his small but perfectly shaped cock, which stands ramrod straight into the air.

Ganan gazes into Melody’s eyes. “Lady’s choice,” he intones, even as his strong hands turn her round to face Whims. His hands cup her small breasts, engulfing them, and he toys with her nipples, causing milk to bead up between his fingers.

Melody rubs Ganan’s rapidly engorging cock over the top of his pants as she stares at Whims’s body. Ganan walks behind her, pushing her forward towards Whims. Toward Whims’s cock. His hands strip the clothing over her lower half.

“Let’s see if what they say about men with small cocks is true,” Melody grins and pounces on Whims, “Gan, hold his arms down for me!”

Melody springs on top of Whims with the ease of mounting a horse. Before he can bring his arms down, Ganan’s pinning him to the bed. A look of panic crosses Whims’s face as the Dragons surprise him, and he struggles futilely. Ganan has height, weight, and muscle advantages on him, and an advantageous position to boot; Melody might be shorter than Whims, but she is considerably heavier, rolls of fat layered over well-trained muscle.

“Less of that! Focus your energy on something useful,” Melody leans in to kiss Whims. Their lips meet and Whims allows himself to go slack. Melody gracefully runs a hand down Whims’s tight body, deftly grabbing his cock and flicking it inside of her.

Melody and Whims both make an “oh” sound of pleasure. Whims bucks up against her thrusting into her, and Melody breaks their kiss, leaning up to ride him. Melody grabs her breasts, stimulating them, as Whims looks up at her, thrusting in time with the bucking of her hips. Ganan’s grip on Whims’s arms gets tighter as he ogles Melody.

“You’re going to rip his arms off, babe,” Melody admonishes Ganan, taking a hand away from her breasts to lay it on Ganan’s chest as she rides Whims’s cock. She smiles down at Whims, “Keep your arms up there and don’t stop thrusting.”

“Yes ma’am!” Whims grins as Ganan climbs off him and shrugs off his pants. Whims cranes his neck to look at Ganan’s cock and licks his lips. Ganan climbs back onto the bed, his cock inches from Whims’s face, his musk filling his nose. Whims reaches futilely for him, causing Melody to grind down harder on him to get him to focus on her.

As Whims redoubles his efforts, Melody beckons Ganan in for a kiss. Their tongues meet as Ganan leans over Whims, his balls dragging over Whims’s face. Whims covers Ganan with kisses, his mouth working automatically as he drives into Melody’s wetness. He can feel Melody’s public bone as she pounds her body down on to his shaft. The perfect embrace of her soft folds swallowing his cock to the hilt. He arches his back to lever his cock against the front wall of her vagina, pushing as deep as he can into Melody as he lays butterfly kisses all over Ganan.

Ganan’s cock sways and strains as his tongue wrestles with Melody’s. His hands come to rest on her hips as he drives her down onto Whims. Whims’s kisses make him feel like he is going to explode as Melody’s mouth threatens to consume him.

“Stand up,” Melody moans into Ganan’s mouth. He rises, standing on the bed, towering over her and Whims. Whims makes a whimpering noise as Ganan’s scrotum rises out of reach, but Melody’s hands quickly find his nipples – caressing and pinching, driving him to buck harder against her. Melody licks her lips as Ganan’s cock strains in front of her. She nuzzles it, rubbing the shaft against her face, giggling as it falls away from her. She pinches down hard on Whims, making him cry out. Ganan lays a hand on the back of Melody’s head and uses the other hand to hold his cock still: with a fixed target Melody dives straight upon him, swallowing the head of his cock.

Whim’s can’t see what Melody is doing, but he can see Ganan’s tight, muscular butt. He can hear the wet, gagging sounds of Melody trying to force Ganan’s huge cock into her throat. He loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds, Melody’s fingers on his nipples alternating between heavenly caresses and cruel pinching. So close now. Melody pushes down all the way on Whims’s cock and stays there, burying him all the way inside her but not letting him get the stimulation he needs to come.

Ganan always tastes clean and fresh, but the length of his meat still has the musk of a well-hung brute. Melody withdraws her mouth, having not managed to take the full length of his shaft in this position, and her spittle falls onto Whims’s body beneath them.

“I want you both inside me,” Melody looks up at Ganan, “Your choice as to how close you want to be to Whims.”

Ganan groans at the thought of rubbing his cock against Whims’ inside of Melody’s hot pussy as he climbs off the bed, retrieves his lube, and positions himself behind Melody. Melody leans forward, enjoying watching Whims screw up his face in frustration as the movement stimulates his cock. She rests her weight on one arm and uses the other to spread her ass cheeks whilst she makes out with Whims.

“On second thought,” Melody says between kisses, “You’d better not get too close to Whims, he’s a little too close already.”

With one hand Ganan rubs the thick lube generously over the head of his cock. He lowers himself between the lovers and gives a long slow lick starting at Whims’s balls, running over their joined sex, and ending with him pushing his broad tongue deep into Melody’s asshole. They both twitch and grunt under his attentions.

A well lubed thumb, hard and unyielding after the firm, wet tongue, stretches Melody as Ganan pushes a large glob of lube into her. Cold and cloying, sticky and invasive. Melody bites Whims’s lip and is rewarded by him finally bringing his arms down from over his head. Whims’s warm embrace holds her tight. Ganan lines up behind her and pushes inside. The hot rod of Ganan’s flesh pressed against her soon erases the discomfort of the lube, and Melody is grateful for it as Ganan stretches her further than she has ever been stretched before.

Experience has taught Ganan that driving in too quickly is a mistake, but nothing is to be gained from stopping partway. He pushes his thick cockhead past Melody’s tight sphincter, watching her tense and ball her fists. Steadily, rather than slowly, he continues to push, inch-by-inch until he is buried inside her. He can feel Whims’s throbbing cock through Melody’s tightness. Ganan gives Melody time to adjust. Melody is impaled on his cock; Whims is pinned under her – they kiss hungrily, groping each other’s bodies but unable to move. Ganan sets a new pace, thrusting slowly but oh so deeply into Melody’s bowels.

The position is awkward for Whims, and the pace far too slow, but Melody’s mouth is sweet, and her hands are skilled. He makes a noise of frustration and lets himself go slack. Immediately, Melody’s hands are on his wrists and her tongue is in his mouth, forcing its way as deep as she can. Whims allows himself to become passive as Melody ravages him.

Melody feels Ganan drilling deep into her core. The sensation is almost more than she can stand: a pleasure so intense that it is painful, a pain so specific it is pleasurable. His strong hands clutch her hips as he pounds her in his steady rhythm. Whims’s surrender under her is too much. Being pressed between the two men is intense. Tension builds in her with every thrust as Ganan stretches her. Pressure mounts then finally breaks in a world-shaking orgasm. Melody calls out wordlessly.

Melody’s shuddering orgasm coupled with Ganan’s driving thrusts along the underside of his penis finally push Whims over the edge. He spurts gout after gout of hot cum into her, Riverspeak obscenities and prayers falling uncontrollably from his mouth as he is overwhelmed with pleasure.

Unbearable closeness, unbelievable warmth. Melody’s convulsions grip Ganan like a vice. He can feel the heat of Whims’s cum, unnaturally stoking Melody’s already scorching core. Ganan keeps his pace, fucking Melody even as Whims wilts inside her.

Melody shifts her weight just a little, and Whims wriggles free. Melody plants her hands on the bed and Ganan lifts her hips: to muscles that can lift a warhorse, even Melody’s large frame is no more difficult than lifting a child. Without needing a word of instruction, Whims rotates and shuffles head-first under Melody again. His flaccid dick is in her face as he clamps is mouth over her pussy. He runs the flat of his tongue over her clit, then drags it over the leaking mess of her vagina, lapping at his own cum. Ganan’s swinging balls slap against his forehead, but it’s too difficult for him to reach his cock. Whims slips a hand up to stroke at Ganan’s thigh, spurring him on.

Ganan watches as Melody nuzzles Whims’s cock. Her body goes tense beneath him as another orgasm builds. Whims switches his attention to focus on her clit as Ganan plunges his full length deep within her. Melody’s second orgasm pushes Ganan over the edge – as her pleasure starts to abate his cock throbs, pulsates and squirts deep within her.

Melody pulls away from Ganan, almost flipping off of his cock, which pops obscenely from her bum after the first squirt. Whims twists under her, pushing himself up and taking Ganan’s entire length into his mouth, catching Ganan’s second and third spurts of cum, tasting the earthiness of Melody’s hole. Ganan grips Whims’s hair, holding his head close as his cock twitches, buried deep in his throat.

Melody crawls over to the two men, running a hand up Whims’s back. She trails kisses from his neck to his ear, down his cheek, then onto Ganan’s thigh. Her hands find Ganan’s in Whims’s hair and she slowly pulls Whims off Ganan’s cock to take her into her mouth. Whims runs a line of kisses up Ganan’s body to his mouth.

Whims is pungent with cum: his own, Ganan’s, and Melody’s cunt and ass juices. Ganan forces his tongue into Whims’s mouth, and the Liminal doesn’t even try to fight him for dominance, allowing the Dragon-Blooded to claim his mouth. Ganan pulls Whims close, running his hands over his body – his chest, his back, his ass. Thick fingers probe at Whims’s asshole and he presses his body against Ganan.

Melody redoubles her efforts on Ganan’s cock, struggling to take as much of it in her mouth as she can. Her hand works on Ganan’s balls as her head bobs frantically up and down. Ganan breaks his kiss with Whims, who finds his nipple with his tongue. Ganan slips a finger deep into Whim’s ass, and a thumb into his mouth. Whims sucks as eagerly as Melody, and Ganan cums a second time, spurting into Melody’s mouth with a roar of triumph.

The three collapse together in a tangled mess. Ganan finds himself on the bottom of the pile, legs and arms twisted with Melody on top and Whims at his side.

Melody giggles, and plants a kiss on the tattoo of Reya’s name on his chest, as Whims nestles close to him and immediately goes to sleep.

****

Melody spends 8XP to train Tactics Mean Everything and 3DX to train Lore 1.
Ganan spends 7DX to train Craft: Mechanical Devices to 3.
Jin spends 3DX to train Resistance 3.
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