The woman on his ’face’ pressed down with suddenly increased urgency, her thighs squeezing his cheeks, her cunt grinding harder against his mouth—

Sylvea’s emerald eyes moved upward. To the woman straddling Tianlong’s face. A small, composed smile.

"’She’s close,’" Sylvea said, conversationally, her hips not stopping their roll. "’Please attend to her, husband.’"

Tianlong’s jaw tightened.

He turned his head. Found the geometry. His tongue moved—deliberate, direct—and the woman above made a sound that cracked across the hall like a struck bell.

’"AAAHNN~!!♡♡"’

He gripped her thighs from below, held them, and worked. His tongue curled, finding the swollen bead above her entrance, circling it with the focused precision of a man who had learned this with intention—

’"NGHH~!!♡ HAANH~!!♡♡ HUSBAND—"’

And that was Kaira’s voice. The slight rasp of it, the copper warmth of her skin between his palms, the gold ring at her clit catching his tongue with a metallic coolness—

’Kaira.’ On his face. He could feel her chain swaying where it brushed his chest.

Sylvea watched him identify this with the same serene smile and absolutely no apology whatsoever.

Her hips rolled again. Deeper. Taking all of him, her tight elfin walls gripping every inch of his cock the way they always gripped—dense, deliberate, pulling rather than just receiving.

"’Mh,’" she said, very quietly. "’There.’"

PAAAH.

She dropped. Full weight. Her thighs landing against his hips, her ass sitting flat, his cock buried to the base—

"’Ahhnn—’" Almost inaudible. A whisper of a moan that she clearly didn’t intend to release. Her head dropped forward, her green hair sweeping the sheets, both hands pressing flat against his thighs in front of her.

Kaira above him was already unraveling.

"’HAANNH~!!♡ NGHH~!! H-HUSBAND—YOUR TONGUE—MNNGH~!!♡♡’"

Her thighs clamped on his head. Her hips ground in urgent, rolling circles over his face, chasing the sensation of his tongue directly against that ring. The chain from her collar swung against his collarbone, cold and rhythmic.

"’AAAHH~!!♡ HNGH~!! I’M—HUSBAND I’M—NNGGH~!!’"

He pressed harder. His hands on her outer thighs, holding her still, his tongue working with relentless precision—

Kaira’s blind eyes went white. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"’AAAHHHNN~~!!♡♡♡’"

She came. Hard. Her body pressing down on his face with her whole weight, her thighs locked, her cunt flooding against his mouth, warm and slick—her hips jerking through each wave of it—her voice fractured into a series of broken, high sounds that filled the hall and bounced back off stone.

Below her, Sylvea felt Tianlong’s cock throb inside her with the specific pulse of a man’s body reacting to the woman coming on his face, and she—

Made a small sound. Very small. Pressed her lips together.

Her hips accelerated.

Yuna watched this from her position on Tianlong’s right, her silver eyes tracking Sylvea’s moving ass, the bounce and settle of it, the way Sylvea’s hands had tightened on his thighs.

"’...She’s been doing that for an hour,’" Yuna said, to no one in particular.

"’Forty minutes,’" Helvora corrected, still looking at the ceiling.

"’It was an hour,’" came Akane’s voice, from somewhere behind Sylvea. Her tails swished into view for a moment. "’I was counting.’"

Sylvea did not turn around.

"’I was waiting for him to wake up,’" she said, her voice completely steady despite the fact that her hips were now moving with increasing urgency. "’It’s more considerate.’"

"’You adjusted the angle twenty minutes in,’" Akane said.

"’That was for ergonomic reasons.’"

"’Sylvea.’"

"’I found a better angle.’"

Tianlong moved.

Kaira, still shivering through the end of her orgasm above him, felt his hands shift from her thighs to her hips—lifting, moving her—and then the specific disorientation of being repositioned, the world reordering itself as he sat up beneath her, her weight rearranging in his grip.

He sat upright.

Kaira ended up beside him—he’d set her down gently, his hands finding the mattress for her, her blind eyes wide and adjusting—and now he was sitting, and Sylvea—

Sylvea was still on his cock.

Now facing him, because the shift of his body had rotated her, and she found herself facing her husband for the first time since he’d woken up, his cock still buried inside her, her legs folded on either side of his thighs.

She looked at his face.

He looked at hers.

Her composure held for approximately four seconds.

"’Good morning,’" she said again.

"’How long?’" he asked.

"’I told you. I was—’"

He gripped her hips. Pulled her forward, hard—driving himself deeper inside her and pulling a sound from her she’d been containing since she started.

"’NNGH~!!♡’"

"’How long,’" he repeated, his voice carrying the flat particular patience of a man who already knew the answer and wanted it said out loud.

Sylvea’s emerald eyes were dark. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her hips, no longer pretending, rolled forward against him.

"’...Forty minutes,’" she said. "’Approximately.’"

"’One hour,’" Akane said, from directly behind Sylvea now, her voice carrying the precise satisfied tone of someone who has been correct all along.

Yuna snorted.

Helvora looked at the ceiling and said nothing.

Kaira, still sitting beside them with her hand pressed to her chest and her breathing returning to normal, turned her blind face toward the sound of Tianlong’s voice. Found it. Leaned against his arm. Her breast, heavy and warm, pressed against his bicep.

"’Good morning, husband,’" she said. Her voice was wrecked from earlier and she sounded deeply content about it.

Tianlong looked around the hall.

The amber formation lights had shifted to morning levels—warmer, more diffuse. The altar-bed was a geography of bodies and scattered silk. Akane’s tails draped across the sheets, twitching at the tips. Vyrena sat against the far wall, awake, amber eyes carrying the expression of someone who’d been watching the scene for some time and had developed opinions about it. Yuna beside him, Helvora at the headboard, Seris somewhere behind—he could feel her aura, cold and composed, the ice-blue presence of her somewhere in the hall.

Sylvea still on his cock.

Her hips still moving.

Her eyes still on his face.

"’Were you planning to tell me,’" he said, "’or just finish?’"

"’I was being quiet,’" she said. "’I was considerate.’"

"’You were using me.’"

A pause.

Her chin lifted slightly. That ancient, elfin composure assembling itself with dignity in a situation that had very little.

"’I prefer,’" she said, "’the word ’appreciating.’’"

Tianlong looked at her for one more second.

Then he gripped her hips—both hands, firm—and stood.

Off the bed entirely. Upright. His feet finding the stone floor. Sylvea in his arms, her legs wrapping around him automatically, her cunt gripping him in the sudden startled clench of the repositioning.

"’—AHN~!!—’"

He walked her to the nearest stone pillar. Pressed her back against it. Her spine hit cold stone and she gasped—the contrast of it, his chest hot against her front and the pillar ice-cold against her back—

"’Hhhnn—’"

"’I’ll show you,’" he said, "’the difference between appreciating and being used.’"

Her emerald eyes went fully dark.

"’Please do,’" she said.

And from somewhere across the hall, clearly awake, Vyrena said:

"’Could have just asked him to wake up.’"

"’She has a point,’" Yuna said.

Akane’s tails rose in a leisurely stretch. Nine crimson lengths unfurling in the morning light.

"’Leave her alone,’" Akane said, without looking up, her voice carrying the specific warmth of a woman who understood completely what Sylvea had been doing and respected the execution. "’She was very patient.’"