The Queen Above Golden Sands - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

This one goes a bit wild with the anal related content so read at your own discretion if you're not a fan of that. Hopefully y'all enjoy either way, I'm definitely having fun writing this little series!

Maeve took the wine offered to her with a word of thanks, purposefully avoiding the gaze of the naked Elf who'd given it to her. And the rest of his body too. Though far from prudish in her attitudes and certainly no stranger to sex and pleasure she'd never experienced anything like the spectacle of Safiyyah's chambers. Even if countless strangers hadn't been lost in the heady throes of passion with one another simply seeing so many unclothed and thoroughly beautiful people would've made her cheeks burn. But when she was surrounded by what seemed like hundreds upon hundreds of folk of every imaginable race crying out in ecstasy it was a wonder she could look anywhere at all. Particularly when so many of those some figures were locked in sensual embraces with more than a single partner, indeed it seemed like only a few weren't indulging in some great, sprawling orgy across the entire breadth of the chamber!

How those simply relaxing and chatting amongst themselves ignored the lascivious displays filling so much of the room was beyond her. To say nothing of the lewdness unfolding in the very center of room as if begging everyone to watch and witness. While neither Safiyyah or Amatiya were indulging all those around them were. And they seemed only moments away as they kissed and whispered to each other amidst a flurry of giggles and heartfelt laughter. All the while sharing drink and fruits and everything else as they cuddled together.

For a time it seemed like they'd forgotten all about her and Maeve was almost grateful for the solitude, or what passed for such surrounded by hundreds of people. But she was quickly remembered when Safiyyah looked to her after an eternity and asked, “Have you made your choice?”

Startled out of her thoughts and nearly spilling her win all down her chest Maeve looked at the unimaginably powerful Djinn smiling at her and asked, “W-What?”

“Will you stay in Meddah Al-Naruf? Will you be my dancer?”

“Oh!”

There was nothing else she could say as she stood there paralyzed with uncertainty. She hadn't thought about that offer since it was first made and she couldn't help but worry about the consequences of refusing it. Though she had no reason to doubt Safiyyah's word a century of wandering had taught her to never trust so easily. Especially a legendarily fickle entity like a Genie.

“Perhaps she would have an easier time deciding if you told her about Meddah Al-Naruf.” Amatiya suggested, “And the life she would lead if she entered your service.”

Safiyyah grinned at her lover and sat up, looking at Maeve with a wild eyed expression that did little to calm her nerves or ease her misgivings, “What would you like to know?!” She asked, her voice brimming with excitement, “There's so much to tell!”

“I-I-I don't—I'm n-not sure—this i-isn't something—”

“Take a breath and calm your nerves.” Amatiya chuckled. “Ishala isn't here. She's not going to harm you.”

“Especially not if you join us!” Safiyyah grandly remarked. Pushing herself off the mountain of pillows she'd been resting upon she approached Maeve and laid a hand on her shoulder. Maeve could only stare up at her with a mixture of fear and awe as the woman towering above her added, “You would live a life of luxury and excess! Your every need met and your every want fulfilled!”

“A-And in return I would worship you? As a God?”

Amatiya smirked at that remark while Safiyyah beamed with delight, standing just a little bit straighter as she visibly swelled with pride, “I would demand nothing else! Though I would ask to watch you dance from time to time. We have so few dancers in Meddah Al-Naruf!”

Taking a nervous sip of her drink and staring down at her wine for want of something to look at Maeve didn't and couldn't respond. Not at first. But after gathering her thoughts and trying her best to think of something fitting to say she looked up at Safiyyah once more and quietly said, “I've never been much for religion . . .”

Her halfhearted attempt at a joke and a deflection seemed to hang in the air for a painfully long time before Safiyyah burst into laughter, clapping her on the back and cheerfully exclaiming, “You continue to flatter me Maeve the Dancer!” Still chuckling and beaming as brightly as the sun she stepped away from Maeve and turned to face her with another wild look in her unfathomable black eyes, “Unlike the Gods so many other Mortals worship you can see my works unfold! You would know of my presence and feel me without question! There would be no doubting my power nor uncertainty in my love or intentions!”

Behind her Amatiya quietly mouthed along with the words she spoke, smiling to himself as he effortlessly matched her speech. Maeve noticed him out of the corner of her eye but didn't look directly at him as she was swept up in Safiyyah's words. It was difficult nto to be as her voice seemed to fill every inch of the chamber and she raised her hands high. Golden light spilled into the room and many of the people around them smiled as they were basked in the glow. Not even Maeve could wholly resist the intoxicating allure of both the woman and her realm.

“I ask for the love I would give you and expect nothing more! You would be my treasured servant, a piece of mine own heart! For the remainder of your days you would share in my company and I would share in yours! And if you truly desire it I can bind your soul to Meddah Al-Naruf for eternity! Which of your Gods can say the same? Which of them can promise such certainty?!”

The golden light bathing them all in warmth slowly faded once more and yet Maeve didn't seem to feel it's absence in the smoky darkness that filled the chamber after. Part of her remained nervous about the prospect of consigning her life to a Djinn and part of her remained suspicious of what motivations Safiyyah might have. But there was no pretending she didn't see the allure of what was being offered to her. The allure of a lifetime without struggle and fear and violence. But no matter how appealing it may have been she couldn't simply agree outright. A lifetime of living on the Moral Plane made it near impossible to say yet to something that sounded too good to be true. Even if she couldn't entirely refuse either.

“Must I give an answer now?” She asked, “Will I be cast out if I cannot commit my life to your service immediately?”

In the blink of an eye Safiyyah's brilliant smile turned into a sullen pout. She folded her arms and stared down at Maeve with unmistakable disappointment and the tiniest flicker of annoyance. But both faded almost as quickly as they arrived and her smile returned, “Of course!” Holding out her arms and approaching like a doting mother about to embrace her she laid both hands on Maeve's shoulders and said, “You may stay in my home for as long as you wish, though I cannot promise I won't ask you again for your service!”

“Thank you . . . my Queen.”

Amatiya smiled and nodded approvingly while Safiyyah's eyes lit up in abject delight. Her hands vanished from Maeve's shoulders as she clapped them together, “Gro'kash!”

As if from nowhere a tall, lumbering Orc appeared at Safiyyah's side, his body glistening with sweat and his frighteningly thick manhood visibly glistening with something that made Maeve's cheeks darken and her heart race, “Yes my Queen?”

“Show our guest to her quarters! And see that she finds clothing befitting a woman of her beauty! We cannot have her wandering about in soiled, bloody garb!”

“Of course my Queen.” Gro'kash approached Maeve and gave her a polite little bow,”Follow me good lady.”

Keenly aware of how close his cock was to her body and unbelievably flustered by that simple fact Maeve could only nod and step aside. She looked back at Safiyyah and Amatiya as Gro'kash set off and both of them smiled at her. After a moment or two she followed the Orc away with an air of nervous exhilaration, eventually leaving the chamber altogether while her would be Queen looked on with open delight.

On the other side of the chamber Ishala and Brylaia had returned. The latter was still naked while the former had simply removed her armor and left her turban back in the garden. They were met with more than a few surprised looks as they appeared, in no small part thanks to the almost impish smile lighting up Ishala's face. And the glistening strands of cum dripping down Brylaia's plump face. Beads of arousal were even rolling down her ample breasts as she walked alongside her lover. Many who noticed them were surprised to see the pair at all, let alone in such a lascivious state. Though it was hardly unprecedented it'd been months, if not years, since the pair last joined the rest of Meddah Al-Naruf in Safiyyah's grand chamber.

A simple fact both women enjoyed tremendously as they walked hand in hand together, calmly making their way deeper into the chamber and approaching one of the many pools along the outer edges. No one around them knew what to expect and many were looking on with intrigue and excitement as they stopped at the edge of steaming, scented waters. Though none were more excited than Safiyyah herself as she watched the pair from the center of the chamber. Licking her lips and nodding in approval she pulled Amatiya to her side and wordlessly guided him between her legs. Eager to feel him inside of her once again she looked away from her greatest servant to grin at her lover as he pulled aside her flowing garments. Within a few heartbeats his entire length was deep in her sex and a wave of pleasure was coursing through her body. Her legs wrapped around him a moment later and she pulled her lover into a hug soon after. All but smothering him between her breasts she cast her gaze back to Ishala and Brylaia while her companion started thrusting in long, smooth strokes.

While she was distracted Ishala had completely undressed, both she and Brylaia slipping into the waters with near identical smiles. Both of them settled down at the edge of the pool with contented sighs and whispered something to one another. Though she could've heard what they said if she truly wanted Safiyyah resisted that temptation. Delighting instead in the uncertainty she watched and waited for them to do something more, all but certain they weren't simply relaxing.

“Are you ready?” Ishala asked again.

“Of course.” Brylaia smiled, the tiniest hint of nervousness in her voice, “You don't have to ask so many times!”

“Really?” Sliding closer to her love and draping an arm around her shoulders she gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and said, “Because I can't recall see you this nervous before. You look like you're moments from passing out!”

Her cheeks darkened as she wholly failed to deny those words, instead biting her lower lip and quietly wrapping her fingers around Ishala's cock. Brylaia glanced at her lover a moment or two later and smiled a little bit wider as she did. Even in the smoky haze of the room around them, with the scented waters distorting much of her body, she still delighted in her partner's toned, muscular figure. In all the scars that made her look so fierce and all the taut muscles she'd honed across years of fighting across the desert. Everything from her flat stomach to her downright bulky thighs and powerful arms just made Brylaia squirm and the feeling of her cock throbbing so hard against her fingers as she happily stroked her beneath the surface was even better. Almost enough to overcome her uncharacteristic and yet wholly unsurprising bout of nerves. Though what really pushed her over the edge was Ishala leaning in close and kissing her cheek as her hand drifted down between her plump thighs once more.

“Just said the word and we'll leave.” She whispered, her lips brushing against Brylaia's pointed ear and sending shivers rippling through her whole body. “We don't have to—”

“Shut up.” Her lover murmured. Another shudder tore through her and she sucked in a ragged little breath as she looked at Ishala directly, “We're not turning back now!” Rising to her feet and practically pulling her lover up as she did Brylaia spoke in a slightly more confident, slightly more carrying tone, “What are you waiting for?”

Ishala's eyes lit up as she smiled at her companion and gave a cheeky little shrug. Rather than responding with words, though she would've loved to tease her a little bit more, she wordlessly turned Brylaia around and swept her right off her feet. Effortlessly lifting her off the ground and sliding her arms beneath her lovers legs she pushed her cock against her tightly clenched asshole faster than anyone could react. Including Brylaia herself.

Clasping her fingers behind her partner's head and all but forcing her to look down she pinned her knees against her chest and completely exposed her plump, beautiful body to everyone around them as she widened her stance. Much to everyone's delight. Brylaia let out a giddy little moan, warmth cascading from her sex while her tightly quivering entrance pushed against the head of Ishala's cock for a moment. Both women trembled and shivered in utter delight as they braced themselves for the little show they were about to put on. Only a handful of people around them could even see what they were doing together but still felt like the entire chamber was watching. Especially when Ishala let out a knowing laugh and turned Brylaia towards as many people as possible.

“Oh Gods!” Her lover whimpered, “You truly are the most wicked person I've ever known!”

“And still you love me!”

Brylaia tried to whisper something back to her partner only for a long, shuddering moan to tumble out of her lips instead as Ishala lowered her onto her cock. Her tightly quivering entrance resisted for all of a moment before slowly widening around her length and sending a flood of pleasure cascading to the very tips of her fingers and toes. By the time her trembling ring was wrapped around the head of her woman's cock her eyes were rolling back in her head and her groans were even more bestial than before. Few things could make her groan and squeal quite like Ishala's cock gliding into her ass and with countless people watching getting impaled the pleasure of that growing pressure was nothing short of unbearable. Any nerves she might've had vanished into a haze of exhilaration and excitement as she slid further and further along her lover's prick.

Within a few seconds more than half of her partner's length was buried in her ass. And she was left gritting her pointed teeth and panting like a wild animal giving birth. Warmth trickled out of her sex to rain down on the water they stood in as countless eyes watched her taking every last inch. Safiyyah was especially delighted by the slow, almost maddening pace Ishala took. Knowing full well how much more ferocious she could be and eagerly awaiting it she reveled in the build up almost as much as Brylaia herself. Particularly when the last few inches disappeared into her ass with a final stroke and a juicy little squirt of arousal gushed from her sex.

The soft, almost imperceptible laugh that tumbled from Ishala's lips as she finally stopped moving her lover was entirely drowned out by the guttural moan erupting from Brylaia. Even without the lewdly embarrassing position and dozens upon dozens of people watching the simple pleasure of finally enjoying her partner's cock again was overwhelming. The pressure of her length throbbing away in the depths of her ass, thick spurts of precum streaking across her inner walls with every twitch, would've been enough to completely ruin her all on it's own. She'd spent the most agonizing week of her life waiting for Ishala to return and after so much giddy foreplay leading up to their proper reunion she was just about ready to explode after that first stroke. Especially as her ever wicked companion held down on her cock, subtly pushing up into her and forcing her down even more at the same time. She could all but feel her lover's smile as her grip tightened and a little ripple of pleasure flickered through both of them. But nothing could compare to the softness of her kiss she planted on the nape of her neck in a final bout of tender affection. Brylaia knew what Ishala was doing and she couldn't help but shiver that much harder as she braced herself for the onslaught. Another jet of warmth gushed from her sex as she sucked in a final breath.

A moment or two later she was flying up that gorgeously thick, madly pulsing shaft. In less than a heartbeat her entire body was lifted up like she weighed no more than a feather. Her lover's tip emerged from her quivering ring with a soft, wet pop and she felt a creamy jet of arousal spray across her quivering entrance. The heat of it and the anticipation of everything coming after drove her positively wild. Brylaia whimpered her love's name and many of the people around them inhaled as a palpable sense of excitement washed over them. Safiyyah openly moaned as she let her eyes drift closed and her magical senses take over. Though she didn't quite connect her mind to Ishala like she had in the past she nonetheless basked in the thrilling rush of her emotions alongside the heady visuals of watching her two servants passionately rut like wild animals. Nothing happened in Meddah Al-Naruf without her witnessing it, if she chose, and she watched them from a thousand different angles as Brylaia plunged back down on Ishala's cock once more.

Slamming her length into her lover's ass with everything she had Ishala let out a groan even more frantic and bestial than Brylaia's. The echoing slap of their bodies colliding, of her balls slapping so wetly against her plump pussy, was lost amidst their moans. And the messy sputter of her dick sliding out again even faster as Brylaia convulsed and shuddered and spasmed around her. She withdrew even faster and pulled her down onto her prick in another ferocious burst of strength and lust. All while thrusting upwards with everything she had and gritting her teeth as her whole body seemed to tighten at once.

Yet no matter how much Ishala might've trembled nothing could match Brylaia's beautifully convulsive movements. Her eyes disappeared into her head almost immediately and her mouth fell open in a long, nearly silent groan after she'd unleashed all the air left in her lungs. She might've sucked in another breath if her partner had been anything less than completely, deliciously overwhelming. If she'd held so much as a fraction of her desires back.

But there was no hope of her doing anything of the sort as she launched into a veritable frenzy of madcap thrusts and downright ferocious movements. Just as there was no hope of Brylaia reacting with anything more than breathy little gurgles and dim, barely coherent wheezes as her body was ravished just like she'd hoped. Just like she'd wanted from the moment she heard Ishala was returning to Meddah Al-Naruf in the first place. She was well and truly at the mercy of the woman pounding away at her trembling ring like a craftswoman hammering a stubborn nail. Even if she'd wanted to react with something more she couldn't. And she absolutely adored every moment of.

Warmth erupted from her gooey pussy over and over and over again as she was wracked by little tremors of pure bliss. Though nothing could match the sheer madness of her true ecstasy simply being taken so hard for so long was enough to break her all the same. And every meaty slap of Ishala's sack against her lips only sent those sweet juices splashing across even more of her body. Across even more the surrounding pool. Some errant droplets even managed to reach those watching them. But most were simply left cascading down her plump, curvaceous body as she was bent over and turned inside out with all of Ishala's fury. Rivulets of her own ecstasy cascaded down Brylaia's ample, heaving breasts while messy strands trickled down her dumbfounded face.

In less than a minute she'd completely drenched herself in her own warmth and more sweet ecstasy only continued to splatter across her features as the seconds passed by. Yet no matter how lascivious a spectacle that might've been nothing could match the sloppiness of her inhumanly messy sex. The gooey streaks of arousal being churned up and turned into creamy strands connecting Ishala's loins to her own in an ever more messy display.

Endlessly broken and reforged by her relentless movements many a strand dripped off her sack and fell into the water but just as many remained. Either splattering across her jiggling belly or soaking her spread thighs when they weren't completely smothering her pussy. All thanks to the messy deluge of precum leaking from her asshole each and every time Ishala lifted her up.

Between the sheer volume of warmth erupting into her depths and the uncontrollable quivering of Brylaia's innermost walls Ishala's arousal was constantly sputtering out of her. Nearly every new spurt came gushing out before long and the few that remained for longer than a moment were churned up by the wild strokes and constant movement of her cock. Let alone the madly trembling ass it was being pumped into so ferociously. Much of the chamber was already flooded with the heady aroma of sex and ecstasy but around the newest members of their widespread orgy the scent was so thick and cloying some of the more sensitive folk nearby were actually forced to retreat. Though none of them could move all that far away they still fled that overwhelming scent before it could fully overtake their finer senses. Especially as Ishala continued that same wild rhythm for much, much longer than anyone might've expected.

Gleefully tapping into some of the strength she'd been given by their Queen, and much of her own, she made up for all the time they'd been forced to spend apart. Knowing full well she couldn't possibly hurt her lover Ishala had no fear of causing pain or discomfort as she ravished her tight ass. And she gladly enjoyed that freedom to the absolute fullest as she moved and thrusted like an absolute lunatic. As if the whole world would simply cease to be if she stopped breaking her lover for even a moment. And it wasn't long before Brylaia's ever lewd body started reacting in kind to the sheer onslaught of pleasure and madness.

In the state she'd been reduced to she couldn't have tapped into her demonic heritage even if she'd wanted to. Her mind was already so fragmented and her thoughts so wholly consumed by ecstasy it was nothing short of impossible. But what better way to access her succubi lineage than through a barrage of sheer, unbridled bliss? Nothing had ever or could ever be a more perfect source of inspiration than a gorgeously throbbing cock utterly breaking her in every imaginable way. Much to both Brylaia and Ishala's delight.

Finally sucking in a enough breath to scream again she unleashed a truly demonic howl. An otherworldly wail that sent blood running cold and many more heads turning towards them. A gout of fire erupted from her lips as her long, forked tongue emerged to loll out of her mouth. All while she convulsed harder than ever against the woman responsible for her ecstasy. Bucking and grinding and all but thrashing against and around her the often dormant side of her race came screaming to the surface in the most visceral way imaginable. She might've even sprouted wings and a tail had Ishala's body not been pressed so tightly against her back while she was ravishing her. To many watching she more or less already had!

And when another torrent of flame erupted from her throat and an explosion of steam shrouded the pair those with any sense left pulled away just a little. The rest were too lost in their own pleasures to care, their eyes glued to the two women and watching their shadowed silhouettes slowly reappear. Everyone enjoying the spectacle they were giving found another treat to enjoy when the steam finally cleared just in time to watch little jets of milk squirting from her swollen nipples as Ishala slammed her down onto her cock once more.

Spraying wildly in ever direction as her breasts heaved and the rest of her body was ravished by pleasure those stark while fountains splashed even further than the warmth gushing from her sex. She soaked herself and everyone lucky enough to be nearby as her milk arced almost gracefully through the air while rivulets cascaded down her belly and rained down on the water beneath them.

The heady sweetness of their lovemaking only grew even more unbearable to those around them as her ecstasy climbed higher and higher. The pressure of Ishala's cock slamming into her ass and sending such overwhelming waves of joy crashing through her only continued to grow. Even if she wasn't thrusting any harder than before the simple fact that she continued to move with the same ferocity that had brought Brylaia to such heights was more than enough to keep pushing her towards the edge of something truly unbelievable. Really it was enough to send her careening towards the edge of that cliff but she was in no state to notice any sort of distinctions. Fire continued to erupt from her mouth as surely as milk from her nipples and arousal from her pussy, time losing all meaning while she disappeared into her pleasure addled haze.

Faring only marginally better than her lover solely thanks to Brylaia's oral talents before they'd arrived in the chamber Ishala could barely hold on to her writhing lover. How she managed to keep her grip, keep the woman she adored pinned against her and writhing atop her cock, was a mystery she couldn't begin to fathom. Let alone answer. Instinct had long ago overtaken everything else as she almost completely forgot about her surroundings. About the people watching or even the lewdness of what she in the first place. Just as she'd done countless times before Ishala was completely and wholeheartedly lost in the joys of being with the woman she loved. The simply,unending thrill of making Brylaia scream and shudder and even succumb to her infernal heritage was an intoxicating drug she'd never be able to give up. And one she couldn't help but seek out more and more as she slowly traded speed for strength, absolutely ramming her cock into her lover's body with everything she had and pushing herself to the absolute brink with nearly every stroke. The moment or two of respite between each thrust might've seemed like a step down whenever they happened. But then she was lifting her partner back up her dick and repeating the whole messy cycle all over again. Before either of them could possibly care or even begin to notice what might be happening. Let along how long it took.

Even those completely unaware of and uninterested in matters of sex or pleasure could hear Brylaia's demonic cries and understand she was on the cusp of losing her mind. Even those who'd never once seen her in such a state knew what was coming. And anyone watching her writhe and shake so violently as her asshole distended and her body dropped with sweat, milk, precum, and pussy juice had an inkling of what was to come. But only a few knew how spectacular it would be.

Among those few Safiyyah could wait to see two of her favored servants completely lost their minds in a fit of pleasure. She was so exhilarated by the thought she couldn't help but roll onto her stomach, giddily riding Amatiya as fast and frantically as she could. Though nowhere near a release of her own she still let her basest urges run completely wild all the same, her 'eyes' fixed on her servants.

After minutes upon minutes of being lost in the back of her head and near completely shut Brylaia's eyes suddenly flew open once more. Glowing with an unnatural power they stared through the people around them as her face twisted into a look of pure exhilaration. The kind of wild, animalistic smile no one but a succubus could display. Embers and smoke tumbled from her mouth for a moment or two as she exhaled one last time only to be sucked in again as she was lifted up Ishala's cock. An almost palpable sense of anticipation filled the air as her top emerged once more and she paused for a wickedly long second. Just enough to truly devastate her lover when she slammed her right back down again in a final, climactic thrust.

Bright blue fire streamed from her lips as her eyes once again vanished into the back of her head amidst a blood curdling scream. For just a fraction of a moment her entire body seemed to freeze up in the wake of that stroke. Like she'd been wholly paralyzed with pleasure. And the instant it passed she descended into a truly unhinged barrage of convulsions and spasms so powerful it seemed downright impossible for mortal flesh.

Torrents of sweet smelling ecstasy erupted from her trembling sex, exploding out of her depths with every spasm and gushing across the water in geyser after geyser as she lost her mind. Milk squirted out of her nipples as her breasts heaved and jiggled with every convulsive, uncontrollable breath she desperately sucked in. And thick spurts of precum gushed from her ass as it convulsed around the cock still buried so deep inside her. But instead of remaining there throughout her lover's ecstasy Ishala did what few could manage but what Brylaia always preferred. Withdrawing as fast as humanly possible yet continuing to hold her partner aloft she allowed her to shake and squeal and thrash against her without anything else. To completely lost herself in her own joys as she was torn apart by waves of maddening bliss the likes of which no mortal could ever fathom. She continued to squirt and breathe fire and cry out in that same demonic voice for what felt like an eternity, all at once clinging to and trying to escape from the woman holding her up. The woman responsible for her anguish as she drowned in pleasure for what was surely hours on end.

Her freshly emptied, sloppily filled asshole distended all the more as she convulsed in ecstasy, slowly but surely turning inside out after the relentless attention it'd received. Though few could see it and fewer still would've cared amidst the rest of the spectacle that was her convulsions Ishala felt it all and reveled in it. Keeping the head of her cock pressed against her partner's slowly blossoming rosebud she applied just enough pressure to really drive Brylaia made with ecstasy. Just enough to almost pus her sloppily distending asshole back inside without entirely stopping her from blooming into the lewd rose she always became when they were together.

Little by little her fleshy pink inner walls turned out and enveloped Ishala's tip as Brylaia continued succumbing to her pleasure. Sometimes her blossoming bud disappeared back into her ring amidst another violent spasm but it never failed to reemerge soon after. Often blooming even more sloppily as long strands of precum dripped off her and rolled down her lover's shaft. Before long she'd swallowed up Ishala's tip with no signs of retreating again and the pressure both women felt was absolutely enormous. Near unbearable even.

Just as Brylaia was starting to come down from her mania, the flames receding and the once mighty jets diminishing tnto messy trickles, Ishala was finally losing herself. After holding back for as long as she had through she force of will alone she couldn't contain herself any longer. Not with her lover's messily quivering prolapse so tightly wrapped around her sensitive cock head and so many friends and companions looking on. Though compared to her lover her madness was nothing short of quanity and understated.

Breathlessly moaning her partner's name and clinging to her even more tightly she pushed her cock deeper into Brylaia's rosebud and held on tight. Her lover whimpered in delight and smiled even more widely than Safiyyah as she felt her pulse and throb so desperately. And she moaned even louder than the woman actually cumming when that first gooey jet of warmth exploded into her ass at long last.

Though nowhere near as pent up as before she nonetheless erupted in a fountain of pent up lust, load after gooey load exploding into her companion's ass. Thrusting herself deeper and deeper without ever pushing her asshole back inside her ring she unleashed a toe curling barrage of ecstasy as thick and copious as her earlier release. Maybe even more so! It certainly felt unbearably hot and impossibly thick as it was flooding Brylaia's inner walls and reaching so far she could almost feel it inside her belly! But even if it hadn't been she would've reveled in the pleasure of every twitch and every wonderful explosion almost as much a she reveled in the feeling of Ishala holding her so tight and gasping so feverishly as she succumbed to her bliss.

For twenty breathtaking moments that managed to feel like an eternity Ishala well and truly forgot about everything else in existence. Her name, where she stood, who she was, everything. Her pleasure and her reality began and ended with the woman she was clinging to as much as holding up. Nuzzling against her as best she could and gasping for breath she was completely consumed by her joy as she staggered backwards and collapsed into the steaming pool. The lower halves of their bodies vanished in a splash of perfumed water but both women continued to moan in delight and hold on to each other amidst their heady pleasure. Especially as Ishala's grip finally relaxed and Brylaia could well and truly hold her close as she sat on her cock and basked in every creamy jet to flood her depths. Neither of them could even begin to care about who was still watching or anything of the sort. They were wholly and completely lost in one another to such a degree even Safiyyah felt the tiniest flicker of shame enjoying their emotions and savoring how the felt firsthand. Though it was hardly enough for her to stop.

Eventually both women collapsed against each other in a state of complete disarray, little shivers tearing through them as they whimpered and moaned. Though she could barely control herself Ishala still managed to wrap her arms around her lover's body just as Brylaia found a way to cuddle against her without turning around or rising off her cock. But that was the limit of what either woman could do and far beyond what they could think as a post coital haze settled upon them. Their senses were slowly returning little by little but it still wasn't enough to bring them back. Nothing could hasten that process after what'd just happened. And they truly couldn't have been more content in their afterglow . . .

In another part of Meddah Al-Naruf both Maeve and her naked, stoic companion were walking back to the grand chamber after she'd finally found an elegant, flowing silk gown that wasn't entirely sheer or so revealing she might as well have been naked. To her surprise and delight Gro'kash hadn't complained one bit about her lengthy search or constant requests for different clothing. Not had he leered or behaved like many of the cretins she was accustomed to when she finally emerged. Had she not seen him with women before Safiyyah bid him to help she might've though he wasn't even interested in them. Though her thoughts rather quickly turned away from sex and his frighteningly thick manhood in favor of more pressing things. Questions and doubts she continued to have, things that might be answered by a seemingly less biased party.

“Is it truly such a paradise here?” She asked after minutes of silence.

“Yes.” Gro'kash replied.

His tone was gruff and his voice booming but he didn't seem annoyed or irritated by her speaking, so of course she continued, “How long have you served your Queen?”

“One hundred and twenty six years.”

Maeve couldn't help but gasp at that, amazed by his loyalty and by how youthful he looked. “I didn't know Orcs could live so long! Have you been given a longer life? Does Safiyyah have that power?”

“Yes. But she has not given it to me.”

“Oh . . . then how could you have lived so long? I thought Orcs only lived a century at most . . .”

“My grandmother was an Elf.”

More surprised and confused than ever she looked Gro'kash up and down for a few seconds, unable to entirely parse what he'd just said. Or how such a mountainous figure could possibly be descended of any Elves of any race. Her mother was an Elf and Maeve was nearly half her companion's height! And by the look of his loins she probably weighed about as much as his cock and balls alone!

“How is that possible?”

“She was a very big Elf.”

An almost fond smile seemed to spread across his grizzled face and Maeve couldn't help but share in his mirth. After a few more moments she idly said aloud, “My mother was Elf too. A Sun Elf, if my skin didn't betray that already.”

“Mine was a Moon Elf.”

“Oh really? Then I suppose we're destined to be bitter rivals.” Maeve joked, “If my own grandmother had any say we wouldn't even be talking right now!”

Gro'kash chuckled and Maeve felt a strange sense of accomplishment, her own smile widening as they continued along their path. After a handful of seconds he glanced down at her for the first time since they departed her quarters and said, “I won't tell anyone.”

Caught off guard by his words and his stoic expression Maeve almost didn't understand what he meant as he stared at her. But when a smile lit up his face once more everything clicked into place and she couldn't help but laugh, “Wonderful! I'd never want you as an enemy!”

“No I you.”

Looking away from her after a heartbeat or two Gro'kash lapsed into another bout of silence but Maeve wasn't quite as aware of it anymore. Instead she found herself smiling all the more and walking alongside him in the relative peace that seemed to suffuse all of Meddah Al-Naruf. Or at least anywhere beyond Safiyyah's grand chambers. Though she did still have a fair few questions for him and she was far too curious to simply leave them be. No matter how much she might've enjoyed simply being in Gro'kash's presence.

“What is it you do all day? What manner of life do you live here?”

“We worship our Queen.”

“That's all? You worship her every waking moment?”

“Worship comes in many forms.”

“Meaning?”

“We make our Queen happy. Some entertain. Others look after her works. Many simply exist in her company and for her pleasure.”

Maeve's brow furrowed a little as she did her best to understand what he meant. It made a sort of sense but somehow her mind simply couldn't accept it all. No matter the evidence she'd seen or the calm assurance in Gro'kash's voice. “So they do nothing and still she looks after them?”

“Yes.”

“I don't understand.” She admitted after a few moments.

“I did not understand either. But you will see as you remain. Even were not a dancer our Queen would still seek to have you in Meddah Al-Naruf.”

“Why?”

“Servants are status. The more she has the greater she stands amongst her fellows. Though she already stands amongst the greatest now. But she will always seek more. She cannot yet keep all of us alive forever.”

Gro'kash smiled as he spoke that last sentence but Maeve was a touch more troubled, “Then we're merely symbols to her? Like jewelry or coin? Things to be replaced when lost and hoarded so others might think better of her?”

“No. You will see as you remain. And if you choose not to stay she will let you leave.” They approached the doors leading back to the grand chamber and Maeve caught the smell of wines and perfume and smoke once again. But rather than simply throwing open the doors and returning to whatever madness lay beyond Gro'kash paused to look at her for a moment, “I hope you choose to remain.”

His remark took her completely by surprise but before Maeve could think to respond he pushed both doors opened and stepped inside without a second glance. She followed him in for no other reason than curiosity, surprised to find it much the same as she left. Or at least as much the same as she could possibly tell. There were still hundreds of figures lost in varying states of excess and a thick, smoky haze suffusing the entire chamber like some great fever dream. Only now Queen Safiyyah had joined the more lascivious of her servants as she lay across her pillows naked and smiling. Amatiya was collapsed beside her in a smiling yet barely moving heap as thick streams of glittering white arousal bubbled from her bare sex.

An embarrassed flush crept into her cheeks the moment she glimpsed the Queens naked body and her cheeks only darkened when Safiyyah noticed her. Leaping to her feet with a giddy laugh she leapt across the room in a single graceful stride, cum streaming down her thighs and raining upon the marble in a messy trail. Maeve recoiled just the tiniest bit at her approach, nerves and shame washing over her in an ever greater tide.

But she didn't resist as Safiyyah laid a hand on her shoulder and said, “You look beautiful!”

“Thank you . . .”

“How did you find your quarters? Gro'kash wasn't too talkative I hope?”

Maeve smirked and glanced around the room, immediately spotting him with a pair of beautiful women and another rugged Orc man. All four of them were lost in a bout of wild, passionate sex and she felt a little pang of jealousy as she watched, “He nearly talked my ear off.”

“Now that sounds like Gro'kash!” Safiyyah laughed. Somehow both guiding and steering Maeve towards the mound of pillows at the center of the chamber she all but pulled her onto the pile beside her as she stretched out once more. Maeve only tried to pull away the tiniest bit, nervously glancing at the naked men and women sharing the space while her would Queen said, “Why so tense Maeve the Dancer? You're among friends and companions!”

“Very naked friends and companions.” She replied, looking away from them and at the naked Djinn laid out beside her.

“You'll hardly even notice before long! Many of my servants dress in naught but jewelry even outside this chamber!” She paused for a moment and looked at Maeve before adding, “You might even find yourself doing the same in time . . .”

Safiyyah's tone was remarkably suggestive and while nobody else around them seemed to react or even hear that comment Maeve still blushed so furiously her entire face burned. As accustomed as she was to that sort of attention from those around her, especially when she was dancing for strangers, she'd never felt it from someone like the Queen she sat beside. Someone so grand and powerful yet almost understandable in her actions. It was a strange mixture of exciting and terrifying and both seemed to eternally vie for her attention as she stewed in her nerves. Thankfully she was spared the humiliation of trying to fashion a response to Safiyyah, though it came with a whole new manner of embarrassment as Ishala and a Tiefling woman approached.

Ishala was dressed in the same elegant robes and finery she'd worn before, without her armor, but the Tiefling beside her was entirely naked. Even more than that she was glistening with all manner of fluids and smelling so heavily of sex Maeve struggled to even breathe in her presence. She was such an overpowering force she hardly even noticed how beautiful she was. How plump and curvaceous and altogether wonderfully confident she managed to be even in a state of complete disarray. Of course Ishala remained the same dour, humorless figure she'd been from the moment Maeve had met her.

Kneeling down upon reaching them only to be laughed at and waved back to her feet Ishala looked at their Queen and asked, “When am I to cleamse Hetshapsul's pyramid?”

Looking at her for a moment before glancing at the Tiefling beside her Safiyyah grinned a little wider and replied, “Do you ask because you're eager to depart? Or eager to remain?”

“Both.”

“Somehow I knew that would be her answer.” Safiyyah laughed, looking at the Tiefling with a knowing smile.

“My love is nothing if not consistent.” She replied, taking Ishala's hand and grinning at her while Ishala simply stood there with a stoic expression.

“She is indeed.” Reaching into the air and plucking the golden scarab she'd been given when Ishala returned out of nothingness Safiyyah sat up and admired the glittering treasure. After a few seconds she tossed it back to Ishala and said, “You've found a way inside. But how will you deal with the Sphinx?”