"Question?"
"It was weird. I found myself on another world. You were there, and Queen Gale, and Mistress Monochrome, and several beautiful women I didn't know. We entered what looked like a giant closed flower. We were all naked. Then there seemed to be passion in the very air. Your member rose up hugely. It was so handsome! They—we—all had wild sex with you, one after the other, standing on our feet. It was some kind of game, I think. You had to satisfy us all, and somehow you did. Apology for the presumption in my dream. I don't know what got into me." She blushed, realizing that what she had said could be taken sexually literally. "I mean, how I could ever presume, even in my dream, to be part of such a scene."
He took her hand and briefly squeezed it. "Needless."
They set out immediately. As soon as they reached the thorny fruit tree, she braced him. "You are not my brother now. It's straight no fault." She was almost unbearably hungry for him. "I know I could never compete with all those lovely women of your harem, but if you could see you way clear to take me, even once—" She broke off, blushing furiously.
"Let's climb the tree."
"Question?"
"It will make us undetectable within its branches. Just make sure to make it an offering."
She didn't hesitate. She hoisted her skirt and delivered both urine and feces to its base. Havoc did the same.
Once, she thought with fond nostalgia, she would have been shocked to share such functions with a man. She had matured in more than one way. Now she just wanted them both cleared for action, as it were.
Havoc climbed the tree, then lodged himself in its crevice of branches and reached down a hand to her. She climbed the first few spikes, then caught his hand. He hauled her up to land beside him.
She looked around, amazed. They were no longer in the crotch of a tree, but in a comfortable bedroom.
"Illusion?" she asked.
"Transport. This is my chamber at the palace at Triumph City."
She did not question it, knowing his powers. She removed her clothing and joined him on the bed. His clothing had disappeared, and he lay there with a full erection. It was every bit as handsome as it had been in her dream. She threw herself on it, putting him inside her as she did Oak. But it was different, because his member radiated mild pleasure just from touching her flesh, without yet jetting.
"Have your will of me," she said. "Endlessly, as you promised. As I dreamed."
"I proffer two ways. I can please myself, or I can please you."
"Question?"
"As a Glamor I can climax every minute for some time. But that would not necessarily take you there. Or I can see to your need first."
But she had learned some things from her association with Fifth, aside from the fact that she could not obtain sexual satisfaction until she had first satisfied her partner. "I prefer two other ways. Pleasure yourself, but send that pleasure to my mind too. Then keep it going until I get there myself. I dreamed you were capable of that."
He kissed her. "You are not the innocent you were."
"You delivered me into a situation where I had to have sex several times a day. That is hard on innocence."
He laughed. Then he thrust, and jetted within her. And the intense erotic pleasure of it came into her mind. She felt the jets coursing into her channel delightfully, each bearing its cargo of joy.
She wrapped her arms and her legs about his body, and kissed his mouth, which he managed to have within her reach. "More!" she urged him. For now there were no other women to share the experience; she could have it all.
He thrust again, and spurted more pleasure into her. She felt his continuing urgency, and shared it. Her channel tightened around him as her limbs did, holding him close. "More!"
He kept at it, with an almost continuous course of pleasure. She felt his semen flooding around his member, overflowing her vagina, and squeezing out onto the bed. She loved that overflow. Only a Glamor could ejaculate continuously!
Gradually her body responded, working toward its own climax under the constant stimulus. There were two series of pleasures: his intense spurts, and her more diffuse tide. Slowly hers rose up to meet his, and then it rivaled his.
Finally it matured in a parallel climax. They clung together, his masculine pleasure flooding her while her feminine pleasure infused him. The two merged into an ultimate combination, twice as potent as one.
"Oh!" he gasped as her body delivered the final measure back to him. "What a finish!"
"Endorsement," she gasped as they fell apart.
"I have had more kinds of sex than you would care to imagine," he said as they lay side by side. "But never quite like this. My orgasms brought on yours."
"Appreciation. Welcome to my dreams of your sex with many women, me included."
He laughed. "Did I ever suppose you were an ordinary girl, Opaline?"
"Not recently."
He rolled halfway over, facing her, and brought his face close to hers. "Warning: I am going to kiss you."
"Heeded." She offered her mouth.
They had of course been kissing throughout. But this was different. Now his kisses were not mere adjuncts to sex, but objects in themselves, buttressed by intense feeling of another kind. It was love. He really did have a crush on her, and kissing her was its own special passion. He was sending it to her, just as he had sent his rapture of orgasm. It was a divine feeling.
"Exaggeration?" she asked as he paused.
"Clarification: I will always love Gale, and will never leave her. Similarity with Monochrome. You I will leave, as I have others, without any negative implication. Some of them bore my babies as fourths. So it is impermanent, but nice while it endures."
She fastened on an aspect. "You bequeath fourths?"
"To those I favor."
"Dare I request?"
"Granted, in due course."
She was thrilled again. But that reminded her of her situation. "I will marry Oak, and see to him the rest of my life and his. He is simple, but worthy, apart from his talent. But he is sterile. I must bear four fourths."
"Fourths can be loved as natural children are. Three of mine are fourths. I am a fourth, and so is my wife."
"I met one, Flame," she agreed. "But Oak's mother made me a request: that one fourth be his father's. I find this emotionally complicated."
"As it would have been if my wife had needed to conceive a fourth from my father," he agreed. "I think I would have had a problem with that."
"In principle I can appreciate it. They have no true blood lineage. This would provide them that. I would be willing. But the thought of being embraced, kissed, penetrated by that man revolts me. He is old, fat, infirm, and sloppy in hygiene. He is a good man, I recognize, with fine character, but somehow my body can't appreciate that. I shudder at the idea of being touched by him. I can't say that to his wife. I don't know what to do."
Havoc pondered. "I do not know the answer, but I do know who does. Surely she can help you."
"She?"
He snapped his fingers. "Mistress."
Monochrome appeared. Opaline felt embarrassed to be exposed naked with Havoc before his mistress, her cleft overflowing with his fluid of passion. But she could do nothing about it, so remained still. "Master," Monochrome said, smiling.
"Opaline wishes to conceive a fourth by her stepfather-to-be, for good reason. But she can't abide his sexual touch. Can you proffer a solution?"
"Affirmation." Monochrome sat on the bed beside Opaline. "Give me your hands."
Opaline rolled away from Havoc to face her, and lifted her hands. The woman took them. There was subtle power in her very touch.
Monochrome looked into Opaline's eyes. "When your stepfather comes to you, on the expected occasion, you will not see him as he is. You will see Havoc. When he touches you, you will feel Havoc's touch. When he penetrates you, you will feel Havoc's member and his seed. Only when he finishes and departs will he revert to his natural aspect in your perception. This should abate your problem." She let Opaline's hands go.