#extra spice

"A lot of orgies in the nunnery, elf?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, good knight?"

"I would indeed! It would tell us if this subject is one you are familiar enough with to judge."

"More than all your mortal years combined."

"... respect, elf. So you would agree then that five is the number?"

"With all due respect," Thaisha interrupted, "The number is clearly four. Kahadi and Sylvan both have a word for threesome, and the after that...." She shrugged gracefully. "Then you're just throwing a sex party."

Julien rolled his eyes. "It is entirely possible to have sex amongst four without it being a 'sex party'."

"Ah yes. A quiet, intimate evening, four to a bed," she teased back.

It was Occtis, however, always a bit more on edge when they were like this, that caught the look on Julien's face. He had learned that bickering was some sort of enrichment for the two of them, that it wasn't likely to erupt into sudden violence. But something there had stung Julien more than Thaisha had meant it to, and Occtis hated things he couldn't predict.

"Well, I've never been to an orgy at all," he put out there. There was a minor risk of people's attention turning to him, particularly with emotions heightened as they were, but it was out-weighted by the comfort of a more predictable path of conversation. Julien's face lit up a bit as he turned to tease him, and that haunted look vanishing was worth the price he paid.

He did tuck it away though. If he ever had a more private chance to talk to him, he could perhaps discover what it was about.

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The argument had ended somewhat unsatisfactoraly. As tie-breaker Valeus had declared an orgy was less about the exact number, and more about the intent behind it... That four could be a pre-existing relationship if they knew each other well, or an orgy if it was a small but spirited sex party.

"I guess we'll have to wait for your first orgy, then," Julien commented as he drew the younger man into his lap, kissing his cheek while a hand stroked up his thigh.

"Getting started without us?" Thaisha called from across the room, arranging their packs.

"He takes longer to get going! You know this, I'm just being efficient," Julien grinned back, his hands starting to undress Occtis. Julien was always in a better mood when sex was imminent.

"It's a fair point," Vaelus murmered, coming up behind Thaisha and slipping an arm around her, her hand knowing just where to slide so her palm could rest on bare skin rather than cloth, her cheek nuzzling against the back of her shoulder. "Although he's getting better..."

"It's hard, okay?" Occtis knew they were joking but it was difficult not to feel judged. "My body still works just.. i have to think about it, and i haven't had a lot of chances to practice and..."

"Calm down, boy," Julien nipped lightly at his neck. "Don't pay the womenfolk any mind. I never mind the chance to keep certain skills in sharp, let's get you on your back..."

This was, astonishingly enough, familiar enough by now that Occtis doesn't even hesitate, laying back, pulling his knees up and welcoming Julien between them, reaching down to stroke and then grip that hair. Familiar though it might be, he was still getting used to the idea of even having this, let alone being allowed to.... direct things. Not that his knight needed much directing, he was exceptionally good at this... but he did seem to enjoy the direction.

"That's it... " Occtis spoke softly, his knight liked to hear from him, and he was trying to learn to give that back to him. He gathered some of his hair up in one hand so he could see better. The sensations were still somewhat muted, even when he was focused on them, but nothing about being undead made the sight of those lips around his cock any less fascinating.

Julien almost looked serene like this, slowly reminding Occtis's body that it did very much enjoy this, not a trace of impatience in his movements. There were times Occtis wished he could keep him just like this, to make him his knight more than just in his mind, to slide a hand more firmly around his neck, or perhaps a strap of leather and....

A loud smack brought him out of his thoughts. "Move over boys..." Thaisha admired her handprint on Julien's ass, he was so pale he marked up easily. She grabbed his hips and shifted him, although never enough to dislodge the cock from his mouth.

Occtis wasn't sure if he admired or was jealous of how easily and casually she marked him. There were still marks on his arms from last time, when her nails had split skin and drawn blood while forcing him against a wall, and a bruise on hip from being thrown to the floor.

Today they didn't seem inclined to bring their bickering to bed, though. Julien spread his legs easily enough for her, and the sounds he made around Occtis as she slipped rough fingers into him made him harden even more.

Occtis studied her closely, two fingers, pressed in quickly to get that punched out groan. Then twisting, to spread the oil she had explained once, and then another finger. He had seen Julien take her with just the oil before, the wrecked sounds he had made were tucked away somewhere deep and private inside his mind. But tonight she was using her fingers first, long and dark and graceful as they worked in and out of him the way she'd sometimes press them to Occtis's mouth.

"Alright boy let's get this show on the road.... Sorry Occtis, I'm going to move him, baby... " And just like that Julien was on top of him, pressed chest to chest. Occits pulled him close, guided that panting mouth to his neck so he could watch Thaisha press inside of him. And if his hand tightened a little too much in that dark hair right as her cock - fuck her cock was so big he didn't know how Julien or Vaelus took it - pressed inside him, well no one would notice the sound he made being any different.

"Hey..." A softer voice got his attention, oh. Vaelus was very naked and right there and he couldn't quite keep the hand that wasn't holding Julien close from running up one thigh, feeling the scars and marks that ran over most of her body.

She was perhaps the most beautiful person Occtis had ever seen.

"Is this seat taken?" Occtis could imagine the smile under the veil as a hand caressed his cheek. Vaelus always asked. He has over-heard an argument between her and Julien about that, once. He thought it was ridiculous, 'like I'd ever say no to you, elf'. Later that night he had watched vaelus take him apart with barely more than soft words and touches, reduced him to almost incoherent pleading and then left him wanting and vexed in Occtis's arms. His tone had had more respect in it the next day, as well as something else that Occtis had not been able to quite place but brought out the new ragged wants that he didn't dare look at too closely.

"Saved it just for you, m'lady." He smiled up at her, using his free hand to help guide there. This was a new skill he was eager to practice, and they'd all been so patient with him. Julien had tried to show him just what to do, but has gotten so lost in it, particularly with Thaisha insisting on holding his hair out of the way so Occits could see better, then using that to pull him off, to describe what he was doing and what he should be doing.

The next time they had switched places, Valeus relaxed and leaning back against Julien while he supported her legs. Occtis has gotten a closer look, curled up between her legs with his cheek resting against her thigh as Thaisha had demonstrated. He hadnt realized how long her tongue was, not abnormally so, but it seemed to come out just a bit more than a human's would, but it did make it easier to see what was happening, how she'd lick between the folds and then nuzzle with her whole face. How she'd use her hands to show him exactly where Vaelus's clit was, how to use soft lips and suction there and then the tip of her tongue, circles there and then lower, pressing deeper.

Vaelus was quieter than his other two companions in bed but that just made Occits more eager to draw those sounds from her.

And now it was his turn, accepting her eagerly, knowing these details of her anatomy well enough to lick and suck in the dark, in one of the few activities that made his lack of breathing a benefit.