She certainly was! But the sight affected Opaline, who felt her nether juices flowing. Frustration, she thought.
Havoc turned, put his hands on her shoulders, and lifted her as before. Catching on to his intention, she hastily reached down to draw up her skirt, spread her legs, and pull her panties aside. He lowered her torso onto his firm member, got it well lodged, then let go of her shoulders and wrapped his arms around her body. She was largely supported by being mounted on that pulsing pedestal. She brought up her legs and closed them around his hips.
She felt his ejaculation, and went into her own orgasm. It was intense despite the recency of their prior sex. There was something about seeing herself do it, and then doing it herself invisibly, that stimulated her to peak performance.
Kiss me! she thought. For somehow the kisses were even more evocative than the orgasms.
He did so, standing there with his member still pumping into her crevice. They remained clinched, pleasure focusing at lips and groins. It was divine. Oak stirred.
Will you two lay off? Weft's thought demanded. You're stirring us up again. We'll lose the schedule.
Opaline froze. Weft knew they were there!
Havoc smiled against Opaline's mouth. Then they were back in the forest, now visible. He had conjured them there.
She held the position a rapturous moment longer. Then she broke the kiss, and he lifted her off his member.
She grabbed a tissue before her cleft leaked copiously onto her clothing. She stuffed it into her vagina, then got another and wiped off Havoc's member as it lost elevation. Their clothing was badly rumpled, but Havoc made a small gesture and it was abruptly pristine.
"Weft gets jealous," he said. "Sometimes she wishes she were not my daughter."
"You—" She lost her way and tried again. "You get turned on too? By seeing others do it?"
"Voyeurism," he said. "Affirmation. But of course I get turned on by anything young and female. You could make a sexual gesture, and I would want it. I'm a man."
She was intrigued. "Like this?" She made a circle with her left thumb and forefinger, then poked her right forefinger through it.
Havoc caught hold of her and drew her to him, kissing her. Was he pretending, playing the game? She reached down to feel his penis. It was hard. So she hoisted up her skirt again, drew her panties aside, and half leaped on him.
She came down around his member and it thrust in, surly guided by his Glamor ability. She jogged, and in moments felt him spurting yet again, right into her core. Followed by her own eager climax. She could do it in short order, when triggered by the hot gushing within her.
"Remind me not to even think of sex when I'm near you," she said, laughing. "I'm as bad as you are."
"Wonderfully bad," he agreed.
They cleaned up yet again. "We have used up much of our time," Havoc said. He put his hands on her, but this time not for sex. There was a flicker.
Opaline looked around, startled. They were in a bright dome, like none she had seen on Charm.
"Filament?" she asked. "Fifty light years distant? Don't you need your ikon?"
"We placed it earlier, and Shee set up the wormhole." Seeing her blank expression, he clarified. "A way to travel far distances instantly" He picked up a small gem on a necklace. "Wear this. It is a translator. They do not speak our language. In fact they don't speak at all; they use magnetic fluxes. This will facilitate mutual understanding."
She accepted the device, putting the cord around her neck.
A pretty young woman approached. She had floating red hair and a statuesque figure. "Greeting, Havoc," she said. It was the translation gem that actually spoke; Opaline couldn't see, hear, or feel the magnetic fluxes.
"Greeting, Filia," he said. "This is Opaline, human."
"She has the look of one of your mistresses. Envy." Now it seemed as if the sounds were emanating from her mouth; Opaline was adapting to the system.
"You were doing her too?" Opaline asked, astonished. "I assumed she is far more alien than she looks."
"Confirmation, both," he agreed cheerfully. "Filia, request: show your natural form."
"For you, anything," the woman agreed. She faded, and in her place appeared a small open cube with what looked like iron filings pinned magnetically to its sides.
"Confirmation," Havoc said. "Those are filings, and they are guided magnetically. To emulate other forms, they project the filings around themselves in the correct patterns. They have marvelous magnetic finesse, beyond anything known in our culture."
The filings flowed out into the air around the cube, forming lines, then curtains, then an expanding shape. It became humanoid, like a child's drawing, then refined. Color and texture appeared. Soon Filia was back in all her beauty.
"And she can—with you?" Opaline asked, amazed.
"Affirmation. In fact, now that you mention it—"
"Needless!" she said. Too late.
Havoc stepped up to Filia, who opened her seemingly solid arms to him. They kissed, and there was a faint sparkle where their lips met. Was that short circuiting, or pleasure?
"Both," Havoc said. Then his stiff penis was out, and driving into Filia's cleft, and there was more sparkling. They were indeed having sex. Filia's presented body might be composed of metal filings held in place by magnetism, but it evidently could do anything a normal flesh body could. She surely felt exactly like a fleshy woman, outside and inside.
Well, Opaline had been warned. She had foolishly asked. Now she had to watch, turned on, frustrated. She was made to be turned on by sex, and this was the second time today—assuming time was similar here—that she had witnessed it and thus wanted it.
They finished. "Do her," Filia murmured. "It isn't kind to tease her."
Havoc turned to Opaline. She didn't argue. She accepted him, standing, once more, while Filia watched. Havoc lifted her up while she tore open her shirt and dropped her skirt and parities. He kissed her bared breasts, licking the nipples. This really tantalized her. Then he set her on him, and held her in place while he bucked in and out, evoking his liquid orgasm.
Opaline was surprised at herself; now she was performing public sex. But it was that or be without it, really no choice. Her orgasm followed his immediately. Yet again, it was intense. "Oh!" she gasped, catching his head to bring it down so she could madly kiss him during the climax.
"There is something about Havoc," Filia said. She had been observing closely, surely checking for techniques to use herself in future trysts with this species.
"Agreement!" Opaline exclaimed as they finished.
Havoc lifted her off and set her down. She quickly cleaned up and put her clothing back in order. His clothing had faded during sex, and now reappeared.
"News," Havoc said to Filia. "I visited the origin planet of the machines, with their cooperation. They were created by a culture we call the Makers, for want of a better identification. They look like our millipedes." He projected an illusion picture in the air between them, showing a huge bug that was a Maker. Opaline was vaguely disappointed; that creature did not look noble or powerful. Rather it looked unkindly pedestrian. "We thought the machines had revolted and slain the Makers, but learned they did not. They are still serving them."
"Confusion!" Filia exclaimed, mirroring Opaline's own astonishment.
"We learned Maker history," he said. "They were a prey species, suffering such predation as to need to breed a hundredfold every generation just to stay even. They had no magic, but had to forage in magic zones where predators lurked. They developed machines to help them forage, and these became so successful that it became their way of life.