Nylah's smile brighten the chamber, Its ethereal glow not only graced the pair of intertwined eggplants but, in an extraordinary twist of fate, consecutively aligned.
"What delay befalls you?" Nylah beckoned Nuu, her voice a melodic entreaty.
"Truly, the fortune bestowed by Lucrezia herself," Hilda remarked, a wistful sigh escaping her lips.
[Lucrezia - the deity of fortune, held in similar reverence as the One Eye Raven, Ona the Vengeful, and the Star Bearer Lullva. However, unlike some of her counterparts, Lucrezia takes delight when mortals speak upon her true name.]
"Indeed, such remarkable odds..." uttered Yaya, her tone laden with awe
"Straddling two majestic steeds, oh, the sheer ecstasy... Share with me your precious moments," Sage beseeched, yearning to partake.
Yet, her plea was met with naught but a mischievous smirk.
"I shall claim the affection of both," proclaimed Nylah, her hands continuing their delicate ministrations upon their intimate members.
"Very well, Lady Nylah! The hourglass shall measure but ten minutes," Gayle responded, her voice resolute. "Thou may commence!"
"Let her ascend," whispered Nuu
Nylah gripped both brothers firmly by their balls.
"You're quite greedy!" said Nuu, as he flick away at her pink nipples.
Oga, in a calm and collected manner, responded, "Very well, I shall propose a captivating arrangement."
In due course, Nylah found herself contorted into a series of precarious positions, adorned with the ethereal grace of levitation.
Nuu had meticulously coiled her tresses, only to unveil her countenance beneath—a famished enchantress devouring, his massive eleven inches of succulent flesh.
"Marvelous wench, your oral prowess rivals even the snare of a Kraken," exclaimed Nuu, his hips swaying back and forth with a fervor.
As for Oga, his hands caressed Nylah's enticing curves, while his girthy member delved into the depths of her moist sanctuary.
With each passionate thrust, Nylah's eyes widened in ecstasy.
The room was engulfed in profound silence, rendering the women speechless as they became entranced by the sensual symphony emanating from Nylah's hips.
Only a delicate bubble of mucus that escaped her nose briefly interrupted the spellbinding scene.
In the depths of her pleasure, Nylah's eyes glazed over, and her body contorted in ecstatic delight.
The sounds of their connection reverberated through the air, echoing with each intimate collision.
"You find immense pleasure in this, don't you?" Oga's voice resonated with a blend of satisfaction and longing.
"Yes, yes…." Nylah gasped, her voice quivering with pleasure. "Yes... go deeper...stir up my inside."
Her request was met with a sharp smack on her posterior, evoking a bittersweet sensation of pain and bliss.
As the minutes slipped away, carried by the waves of her impassioned moans, both of her yearning spaces were filled to the brim.
The climax surged to its zenith, leaving her on bended knees, consumed by an all-encompassing connection that illuminated her countenance.
Nylah's body and mind craved more, yet she found herself unable to endure any further. In the span of a mere ten minutes, she had explored a remarkable repertoire of seven distinct positions with the twins.
"Exquisite," Nylah whispered softly, her tongue delicately gliding across their tip. "All done she whispered as her body finally slump to the floor.
This profound encounter had left her utterly ravished, her weakened body barely able to stand without the support of the other Night Wenches.
"Time!" Gayle exclaimed, "Lord Nuu, it's your turn!" she added
"I'll skip my spin. Let's all just take a break and enjoy each other's company," said Nuu.
Gayle looked to Oga for confirmation, and he nodded in agreement. Once that was settled, Gayle stepped forward ready to perform her nightly duty. This was simply crazy, all she had to do was clean them up and make more than her monthly salary.
A few minutes later...
"Not bad, wouldn't you agree, brother?" said Nuu as Gayle lick the remnant of Lady Nylah from his phallic.
"You're simply deranged... Did you really have to hogtie her?" replied Oga.
"A lady made a request, and I merely fulfilled her deepest desires... Let us not overlook the gratuity, Hilda," Nuu stated, punctuating his words with a resounding smack on her ample derriere.
"Lord Oga," Hilda spoke with an expectant gaze, "how are my obedient lips faring?"
He paused, contemplating her performance. "Hmm, not bad. However, to truly pleasure me, I would have to train you to suck and scrape in a manner that satisfies my desires. Currently, you are engaging in an act that pleases Nuu," Oga remarked, granting her a moment to regain her composure. "If this continues, Phi might grow suspicious unless he and Nuu share similar preferences."
His words left Hilda stunned, finally realizing the gravity of her mistake. Grateful for Oga's guidance, she reproached herself inwardly for such a foolish oversight.
"Will you finally accept the katana I crafted for you?" Nuu inquired, gently disengaging himself from Gayle's lips, paying no heed to Hilda's thoughts.
"We can discuss it later, but how are you enjoying the Ero Wheel?" Oga asked.
"The timer and rounds could be consolidated, and a few enhancements could be made to the wheel," Nuu replied, thrusting deeper into Gayle's embrace as she clung to the table with all her might.
"Oh... Lord Nuu, I'm reaching my climax," Gayle gasped, struggling to catch her breath.
"Go ahead, don't hold back," Nuu encouraged, guiding her movements.
"It's almost 4 am. Perhaps we should conclude with Sage," Oga suggested, fulfilling his promise to Hilda.
Hilda, completely absorbed in servicing Oga, had lost all sense of time.
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
*gwOCK*
With the final release of Oga's spunk, Hilda was instructed to make her way back to her husband's quarters, and Oga, in his wisdom, suggested that she spend the night with the intoxicated Phi.
As for Gayle, the faithful servant, her assistance was no longer needed. In essence, the charade had come to an end, and she was graciously remunerated.
In the chamber, aside from the twins, only three individuals remained.
And these ladies were covered in a glaze of semen, as they found themselves engaged in passionate embrace. The chamber resounded with a symphony of kisses and joyful laughter.
"Shall we grant them the opportunity to pose some burning inquiries?" Nuu whispered thoughtfully.
After a moment of contemplation, Oga consented, "But no more than five minutes!"
"Very well, but do you truly wish for me not to accompany you?" Nuu hesitated.
"It's not of great significance. I will have Jard take care of the Orc!" Oga replied.
"Oh, are you taking him along?" Nuu inquired.
"Yes, I'm not going to have him sit on his backside while I do all the work. Where is he right now?" inquired Nuu.
"The last I saw of Jard, he was flirting with Priscilla's daughter," replied Nuu.
...
"Don't give me that look…Jayla is old enough!" said Nuu.
"I'm just shocked. You're not trying to pursue both mother and daughter," said Oga with a smirk.
Indeed, of the four children of Priscilla, Jayla could be considered a rather beautiful maiden—one that possessed the charm of a seductive librarian. This unexpected revelation caught Oga off-guard.
"Humph, you think so little of me... Besides, you should already know my preferences. I'm not interested in unripened fruit. I prefer them mature and experienced. Besides, they have a father. If he's not concerned, then why should I care?" said Nuu.
"Well, if that's how it is, then forget it," replied Oga as he changed the topic. "I have just conceived a splendid idea regarding how we should utilize the essence bestowed upon us by the Ninth Prince. Actually, before we depart, hand me a droplet," Oga requested.
"Oh, really? However, wouldn't my concept of augmenting Sage and Nylah be a more advantageous approach?" Nuu interjected, gracefully handing a petite test tube containing a single droplet of the esteemed Void Snake bloodline.
"There are too many variables, and the most glaring one is the potential sharing of his blood, so just leave the experimental phase to me.
Also, I need you here to protect my unborn child and keep watch over Micah. He should understand the purpose of his breeding, that his role is only temporary. If we can create a legion of him, that would be ideal. If not..." Oga responded.
Nuu had to acknowledge the validity of that concern. Allowing that ticking bomb to indulge in his own vices would undoubtedly lead to an undesirable outcome.
Having reached an agreement, both men continued to gaze upon the amorous passion unfolding on the couch.
The ladies, captivated by their passionate gaze, halted abruptly, succumbing to the alluring pleasure of the flesh. Oga, overwhelmed, found his head buried in the embrace of Yaya's bosom, their connection undeniable.
Meanwhile, Nuu's lips, saturated with desire, explored the depths of Nylah's moist sanctum, leaving Sage to contend with the ardent presence of two formidable members, evoking a playful giggle from her lips.
In the wake of an intense hour-long escapade, the ambiance shifted, and a moment of contemplation descended upon them.
Yaya, breaking the silence, summoned the courage to inquire, her voice laced with curiosity, "Lord Oga, could you now shed light on my previous query regarding the disparities between Nylah, Sage, and myself?"
"And what knowledge have you acquired concerning the concept of the Rare Human?" Oga queried, following up with a question of his own.
The perplexed expression on Yaya's face spoke volumes, revealing her limited knowledge, and she wasn't the only one.
"It is understandable; I would have found it strange if you were privy to such knowledge," Oga remarked with a calm demeanor.
Yaya could only nod in resignation
"Regarding your question, the answer lies within our newly acquired slave, Micah."
The confusion of these ladies relied upon their assumption that the flower petal barbarian possessed a bloodline akin to the twins. Oga paid no attention to their shock and proceeded, undeterred.
"There are two factors necessary for a mutation to occur in a human: external radiation and cumulative radiation. In Micah's case, he leans more toward cumulative radiation.
This implies that at least three to five generations of his people have endured an inhospitable environment for an extended period, thereby altering their genes."
Oga paused momentarily to gauge their understanding, but their expressions remained blank.
"..."
Yaya's countenance embraced a gentle flush as understanding gradually unfolded within her. "If I understand correctly, Nylah and Sage would be catalysts for external radiation... through the act of sexual intercourse?" she whispered delicately, seeking confirmation from Oga.
He simply nodded, acknowledging her astute assumption, though he chose to withhold the fact that it was merely half of the intricate process.
"But if that is indeed the case, I fail to observe any remarkable changes in them," remarked Yaya, her voice tinged with curiosity.
"They are currently in their infancy stage, so it is only natural. And do not underestimate the Rare Humans; those who endure the arduous ordeal possess a lifespan twice as long and are less prone to succumbing to debilitating illnesses," Oga elucidated.
Engaging in the conversation, Nylah interjected, her inquisitive gaze fixed upon Oga. "Ogi, I have always been intrigued. If you possess the ability to alter genetics, would it not be simpler to propagate your bloodline?"
Sage too nodded in agreement, signifying her alignment with Nylah's query. However, instead of Oga providing an answer, it was Nuu who spoke, their voice resonating with peculiar gravity. "Do you yearn to become our progeny?"
Startled, Nylah retorted, "Why do you jest? I am posing a sincere question."
"No, in truth, Nuu is not jesting. Should we infuse our essence within you, it would be akin to giving birth. Consequently, you would assume our traits, albeit with certain limitations. Essentially, you would become a Half Nephilim.
Hence, we have chosen this path, unless you possess an inclination toward incest, in which case this route is not suitable," Oga playfully explained, his voice laced with teasing undertones.
In the dwindling moments before dawn, a flurry of inquiries found their resolution. As the first light of day crept closer, two individuals emerged from the Mertaru encampment, their chosen vessel an intimate airboat, gracefully navigating the sky.
And so concluded the profound nocturnal symphony of desire, its crescendo fading into the tranquil embrace of daybreak.