Drip-Fed

Being Noticed 6 – Mornings in a Tight-Knit Party [Erotic Content]

Apexus was always the second awake in the mornings. First was Aclysia, who did not truly need sleep and only ‘shut down’ over night to have an excuse to cuddle. Long before the rest of them rose, she snuck out of the bed to boil water – for tea on most days – for a morning stew on others.The humanoid chimera was swiftly stirred by the absence of his melody and awoke soon thereafter. He did need sleep, but less so than his traditionally biological pair of haremettes.

Apexus always woke up precisely in the same position: lying on his back in the middle of the enormous bed. What was going on around him was not nearly as set. Reysha was a chaotic sleeper. Korith was not quite as bad, but neither was she one to remain in one spot. The end result was a chaotic scene.

Every morning, Apexus took in the beauty of that duo. Korith, in her tanned, compact curviness, her blonde hair a morning mess. She snored cutely, a subtle little sound that had long since become more an aid to his sleeping than a detriment. Reysha’s dark-skinned beauty was stretched out over blanket and pillows, the skin pulling taut over her athletic midriff. She was mumbling in her sleep, her reddish-brown lips twitching into a dreamy smile. Even unconscious, her hands roamed over the peaks and valley of her balanced figure, brushing over her wet pussy.

It would have been easier, much easier, to count the days the nymphomaniac didn’t have a wet dream.

Apexus heard the soft footfalls of his first love approaching. She stood, naked, in the doorframe. Even in the dim light of the fading night, her paleness made her glow. The fuzzy, moth-like wings intruded dots of black to the world behind her. Alluringly wide hips and thick thighs contrasted pleasingly with the firm shape of her small breasts. Anticipation had her mons swell to a subtle shade of pink, surrounding the more intense colour of her labia.

Routine bred expectations. Silent, the metal fairy stood there, waiting for the inviting wave of her Master’s hand. She climbed onto the bed, waiting for the second unspoken command. After short contemplation, Apexus pointed her at Reysha.

It was time to wake the rest of the party up in the typical manner.

Korith let out a wanton sigh as Apexus approached. Instincts knew exactly what would happen next. As wet as Reysha, she was not, but many, many months of conditioning all the same primed her clean-shaven pussy for what came next.

A long lick over her pretty flower had the kobold gasp. Eyelids trembled from pleasure and wakening. Apexus repeated the motion twice, encouraging her growing wetness before carefully pulling back the hood of her clit. Drawing little circles around it fully coaxed the gold-blonde shortstack from the land of dreams.

Reysha was less subtle in her enjoyment.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” the redhead cried out, hands immediately taking hold of Aclysia’s head. Half-awake and fully horny, the tiger woman rolled her hips, grinding her cunt against the angel’s nimble tongue. A little proud smile spread on the songstress’ pink lips as she rapidly worked Reysha towards her first climax.

Apexus, not to be outdone, penetrated the rousing kobold with his tongue. Reysha was on a hair trigger, especially in the mornings, but the humanoid chimera had the better tool. His tongue elongated and thickened, becoming a tendril that he used to push all of Korith’s buttons.

Practically every morning, he and Aclysia treated Reysha and Korith to this exact treatment. They only stopped when resting in public places or when the mood just wasn’t right. Apexus always made the choice on who got to eat out who. The duo of receivers was always thankful for it.

How could they not, when they were woken up by being so expertly pleased?

Korith came first and hard, but Reysha was not far behind on either account. Aclysia knew exactly how to apply her very human tongue. Both kobold and tiger girl spasmed on the bed, pussies overflowing with their juices, as slime and angel gradually slowed their lapping.

Once their orgasms had petered out, Apexus straightened up. Reysha stretched, Korith panted, both gave the man of the harem bedroom eyes. This was phase one of every morning and phase two was quick to follow.

Apexus looked between his haremettes, making his choice between who would be in the middle today and what position he wanted. “Aclysia… all fours.”

“”Yes, Master,”” the three responded in unison. Korith and Aclysia spoke with servile veneration, while Reysha had a more cheeky tone to her. Two submissives and a switch moved with routine grace.

Often, there was some additional play between the initial eating out and this next step. Engagement inside the initial pairs, repayment for the service in the form of sucking his cock, 69, scissoring, and all manners of foreplay. This morning, Apexus found himself too horny to wait any longer.

The three loves of his life were lined up at the head of the bed. Korith, in all her compact curviness, to the left, Reysha, in her striped balance, to the right, and Aclysia, with her perfect bubble butt, in the middle. They made for three very different figures in every way, but they were all his.

Apexus did not envy regular males for the limitations of their biology. While they would have had to choose who to penetrate, he simply formed five tendrils. The hard, human-like cock rubbed against Aclysia’s drenched entrance as two of the tendrils found the womanhoods of Korith and Reysha. The three additional tendrils coiled gently around midriffs and then the necks of all three. There was no choking pressure, just the embrace that let them know he was there. Panting breaths from agape mouths invited him in.

Penetrating front and back simultaneously, Apexus was enveloped by the heat and slickness of six holes rapidly. He knew just how fast he could go first thing in the morning, reminding their pussies of the last time he had stretched them loose. Precum, rich with a potent aphrodisiac, further heightened their already intense sensitivity. The substance had evolved so far that the inside of their throats had turned into an erogenous zone from it.

Coordinating flawlessly, he bottomed out against Aclysia’s round derriere just as he reached the same depth all over. Then, his cock and tentacles all swelled in size and girth. Muffled ecstasy echoed in the bedroom, the three women climaxing in unison.

The orgasm was not allowed to end. Tendrils pulled back in synchronicity with his withdrawing hips, then pushed back inside as he thrust forwards. Korith and Reysha trembled, their rolling eyes focusing with mild envy at Aclysia for a moment, who shook with the first of the many impacts.

Aclysia did not notice her fellow haremette’s gazes, nor would she have minded if she did. Getting properly clapped by her Master was the position of honour and only one could be chosen in the morning. When that wasn’t her, she was just as envious, if not more so, and that envy always was quick to melt.

After all, he was double penetrating all three of them.

The swing of his hips dictated the tempo and it accelerated rapidly. Slick with their juices, mixed with his oozing aphrodisiac, he glided in and out of them. Hips blurred, tendrils pumped, and thoughts were wiped out by climactic peak piling on climactic peak. Aclysia’s eyes were the first to roll up, the other two swiftly followed. Laughing, dumb-fucked moans vibrated around his moving tentacles.

Pussy juices sprayed on the blanket, the multi-orgasmic experience exploding into fountains. Apexus did not stop. Even this early in the morning, his stamina was impressive. He kept going and going until they were glistening with sweat and spasming all over.

Then and only then was Apexus satisfied. His climax came predictably, the routine so firmly and gloriously established. He did not announce himself to his trio of cocksleeves, for what would have been the point? They were too out of it to hear. This was their purpose anyhow.

The synchronicity between his tendrils broke in the final moments. Each went into an individual, final sprint, pumping in and out wildly as the lewd PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! of the percussive impacts filled the room. Finally, all of him went rigid. He drove deep into their pussies, pulled back until only the engorged heads were behind their lips, and unloaded.

Three women’s insides were painted white. Three women’s mouths were filled with his seed. Spurt after spurt, he set off the final ripples. The aphrodisiac filled them all with an incredible, floaty orgasmic high that lingered after the crashing waves of repeated climaxes subsided.

“Show me.” Apexus pulled the tendrils back into his body and knelt, patiently, in place. On jittery limbs, the trio turned around. Each tilted their heads back so the load gathered in their mouths would not spill as they presented themselves. “Swallow,” he permitted.

Audible gulps delivered the thick semen down their gullets. When next they opened their mouths, they stretched out their tongues to show that every last drop was deep inside them, where it all was supposed to be.

After all of that, it was time for a group bath.