She smiled. "That, too. But I was calling you because I think Oak is ready to perform at interstellar distances, but I have no way to verify it."
"Ah. We shall see to that."
"But, while we're alone, if you—"
He swept her into his embrace and kissed her enthusiastically while his hands slid into her waistband and squeezed her buttocks. Then he fell backward, bringing her down on top of him. Somehow their clothing dissolved and she found herself delightfully impaled. She continued kissing him.
She felt his spurt within her. That allowed her to have her own climax. She did, milking the member of its remaining juice. "Joy!" she breathed.
"I like you, Opaline," he said. "You're so innocently expressive."
She laughed, feeling her vagina squeezing his member as she did so. "I've had so much sex, with you, Oak, and Fifth, yet I am innocent."
"Perpetual innocence," he agreed. "Perpetual appeal."
"Yet I am a creature of the machines, reporting to them. I hate that."
"Don't hate it. It doesn't interfere with your mission."
"Because it's a decoy. Oops!"
"Question?"
"I didn't mean to say that. I once feared that I was betraying you by my nature, but I talked with Fifth, and he thought Oak could be a decoy. So when the machines read my mind, they will be concerned about Oak, and divert resources they might better use elsewhere. But it won't work if I know it's a decoy project. Oh, I'm confused!"
"No decoy," Havoc said, kissing her breasts.
"But then the machines will attack Oak, because of me. That's worse." She wriggled to give him more of them.
"Reassurance," he said. "Oak is protected. The machines can't hurt him." He resumed motion within her, starting a second sexual effort without ever withdrawing.
"Relief," she said, thinking of both Oak's safety and Havoc's decision to continue sex. She knew she was purely incidental to his larger interests, but it was such a delight to have him around her and in her that she was greedy for all of him she could get.
"You are also protected," he said. "Oak can't function without you, so we must see that you are safe."
"Yes, Flame came to save me from brigands," she agreed. "Even though I am no-faulting with her boyfriend.
She says she would rather have him do it with me than with Weft."
"She would," Havoc agreed. "You have no designs on Fifth. That makes you safe."
"As if I could compete with a Glamor."
"You could, for you are innocent in ways that no Glamors are. Men like that in women."
"I wish I could stop being so innocent, and accomplish something truly momentous!"
"You will." His tempo increased, and soon he spurted again, setting her off again. He kissed her continuously as they climaxed, adding to her delight.
"Oh, Havoc!" she gasped when he freed her mouth. "I know you have mistresses galore, all of them lovely and experienced, but I don't believe any of them can have more joy of you than I am having at this moment. I love you!"
"I love you too, no fault."
"No fault, of course," she agreed. But she knew he knew that wasn't really true. She loved him regardless.
Finally they let it end. She cleaned herself out, and he let her clean him off too, knowing how she delighted in touching him. Havoc was a real gentleman in ways that counted. Maybe the luscious palace bath girls had trained him in, so he was used to having girls handling his private parts. But she thought that he was attuned to her mind, and let her do what she liked doing.
"But about Oak," she said as they dressed. "Can you test him between stars? I have no idea how this can be done, but there is no further I can take him here on Charm."
"We will test him," Havoc agreed. "I will take you to Filament, fifty light years distant. The Filaments have agreed to lend us facilities for the test."
"Question?"
"Apology. I forgot to explain that we looked into the near future, and anticipated your need. We were unable to fathom the result of the test from the future paths; Oak's talent is independent of our abilities. So we will do it, and hope to confirm his powers."
"The Filaments—are a galactic culture?"
"Confirmation. They are not like us, but you should like them. Are you ready to travel?"
"Negation!" she exclaimed. Then, embarrassed, she explained. "I have to see to Oak. I can't leave him for long; he gets restive. My free time is about done. He needs—I must—you know. Then, while he rests, I can be free for up to an hour. Apology for delaying you."
"Needless. Your mission is to see to Oak and hone his talent to its ultimate. You deal with him on his level, as you deal with me on mine." He smiled. "Sexual, both. This is the nature of men."
"Agreement. You taught me how. I do not wish to inconvenience you. Can you come back in an hour? I promise to be ready."
He put his hands on her shoulders, lifted her up with his awesome strength, and kissed her mouth. "You are such pleasure to be with, Opaline, in myriad little ways. But I will enable you to travel sooner."
"Put me down," she said. "Kiss me again first. Then explain."
He kissed her again, then lowered her to the ground. "You must be with me on Filament Planet to verify the test. You must also be with Oak to direct him in it. Since there are not two of you, we must make an emulation."
"Confusion. Do you mean to bring in another fifth? I don't think she could do it on such short notice."
He snapped his fingers. "Weft."
His striking yellow-haired beauteous daughter appeared. "Dad."
"We are about to test Oak's ability to sense and move small objects at a distance. I will take Opaline to Filament. You will emulate her here."
"Understanding."
"But Oak wouldn't be fooled," Opaline protested. "He—I—we have our own little ways. And it is needful to—"
Weft oriented on her in the disturbing manner Glamors had. "Open your mind." It was not a request.
Opaline looked at Havoc, then stood, letting the woman explore her mind. It was like standing naked in public.
Weft nodded. "I will tend to him this hour, and direct him in the test." She glanced at Havoc. "Thirty minutes from mark."
"Mark," Havoc agreed.
Weft shifted into a perfect likeness of Opaline and walked back toward the farmhouse.
"Doubt," Opaline said, disgruntled.
"Then let us watch. There is time."
"Question?"
He touched her hand. Her hand disappeared, and her arm. He produced a small mirror, and held it up so that she could look in it.
There was nothing there. She was invisible. "Amazement," she said. But there was no sound.
"Focus your thoughts like speech," he said. Then he too disappeared.
My thoughts?
Agreement.
They were invisible and inaudible. Glamor magic.
What next? she asked, bemused.
We observe. Walk toward the house.
They walked. Their treading feet made no sound. The only way she knew he was there was his hand in hers, and his mind contacting hers.
They reached the house. Oak's father was snoozing in his favorite chair. His mother was baking bread. Neither noticed the entry of the two of them, unsurprisingly.
They went upstairs to Oak's room. There was the image of Opaline, nude, bestriding naked Oak on the bed, as was her normal practice. It kept his weight off her and gave her control of the sexual act, which helped, because he lacked imagination. Her image lifted his stiff member and slid it into her vagina, then squeezed, as he bucked, harvesting him efficiently. Then she lay down, spreading herself on him, kissing him, letting him soak. "You're great, Oak," she said in Opaline's voice.
It was clear that Oak did not know the difference.
Weft read your mind, Havoc reminded her. She garnered your technique, and is applying it.