Echoes Of The Seven

Fuck, this was something else.

There really was no other way to explain it. Meg almost got to fuck her other team members at the orgy a few days ago, but Alex storming off like an angry sheep cut that opportunity short. Then her and Jaxie apparently came back, ready to get their dicks wet and give Meg another opportunity, but then some slutty Artificer magically cock-blocked all of them with magical womb tattoos. Well, Meg had a womb tattoo- the rest just had the dick equivalent.

What would that even be called? A dick diagram? Schlong symbol? A cock calling card? Eh, it didn’t matter. It just meant that the very first orgy Meg ever got to go to was soured twice, on top of having her clothes stolen by some random person forcing her to wear Nima’s damned tree costume all the way back to Sector Saez.

If that was some kind of punishment for telling Nima it was a costume party, then that would be both hysterical and extremely fucked up.

Wait, what was Meg thinking about?

Oh- right. How she’s finally gotten the chance to fuck her hot-ass teammates in an orgy specifically set up by the military because Eris chose all of them to be her slut-squad.

Wild.

And Meg now had a dick that she was clumsily plunging into Alex’s new crazy-sensitive pussy, which was so tight and warm and wet and tight and wet and tight and warm and tight and it was so, so, so good. Meanwhile, that tension in her pelvis like iron chains screeching with strain pulled and pulled and pulled and snapped and released with enough force that Meg’s toes curled and her fingers gripped tighter onto Alex’s hips.

Meg came hard.

Again.

While burying herself to the hilt of her new member, holding onto Alex’s hips to join them tighter in their doggystyle position.

Because Alex was bent over for her, having temporarily gotten rid of that absolutely gorgeous dick just so Meg could have a fresh, tight, virgin little pussy to take. Well, maybe not just for Meg, but she liked to think so.

Either way, Meg kept herself deep, her dick tattoo pressing up against Alex’s asscheeks, groaning through breaths that didn’t seem to know whether to enter or leave. Instead, they just stood in the wide open doorway, refusing to leave and letting all the bugs inside the house.

As her third climax washed through her, Meg’s new cock pulsed with strain as it tried to continue giving out more jizz, pulling from the nutsack hanging between her legs in a way that felt so weird. While her knuckles turned white gripping onto Alex’s hips and her dick throbbed with dry fires after a few pathetic spurts of cum, she could look down at the blonde beauty bent over for her.

Alex had her face buried in a pillow, hands gripping tightly onto the cushion as if for support while she moaned and trembled. Likewise, her insides were doing the same- rippling and roiling around Meg’s cock in a way that the redhead knew was another orgasm for the Knight. Damn, Eris wasn’t kidding about the sensitivity making them quick shots. How long had it been? A minute and a half? And how many times had both of them gotten off already?

As Meg’s climaxed waned, she slid her hands from Alex’s hips just a bit lower until she was cupping the blonde’s ass. It really was quite nice. Small and athletic but shapely- like a perfect peach that was usually wrapped up in those jeans. Honestly, it was probably better if Alex didn’t have that huge fucking cock of hers, because it distracted from just how great of a body she had. Muscular yet slender, with curves in all the places that mattered and a juicy little ass that Meg now got to play with in the slight wisps of mist wafting around Meg’s own legs from the un-summoned Kitty.

Not that Alex alone had a nice body. As far as Meg could tell, everyone on the bed had a pretty fantastic figure, almost as if they had been hand-picked by a hot, tall Berserker for the purposes of having sex with her girlfriend (which they had).

Glancing over to her right, she could see the twisted forms of Jaxie and Claire laying on their sides with each other’s junks in their mouths. Meg had gotten more than a little look at Claire previously, who was slender, thin and lanky, but with a lovely amount of smooth softness. And a damned nice dick, which Meg had personally explored every night for the last week thanks to the fact that the two were roommates. Though Meg figured they were still in the phase of “fucked-once-and-will-do-so-like-rabbits-until-their-sex-drives-were-under-control”. After all, Claire may not have said anything about it, but Meg knew the lanky blonde had been a virgin before that first night. And once a virgin had their first experience with sex, while also continuing to spend close proximity to the same person they lost it to, and both of them had no other abstinence towards the idea…

Meg lazily thought back to Lily. What was originally planned to be a weekend sleepover since Mom and Step-Jackass were both away started fine, but one little confession from Lily led to both of the sixteen-year-old’s first times. And gods, two horny teenagers in a house all by themselves for a weekend, while exploring their sexuality for the first time?

No wonder they lost track of time and got caught with Lily bending Meg over the couch when Mom and Mrs. Dumbfuckshitbag finally came back.

Wait, what was Meg thinking about? She retraced her thoughts. Anal, facials, Lily, oral, Lily, virgins, sleepovers-

Right! Virgins. Because Claire had been one, had sex for the first time, and now the roommates had been sharing one bed for the last week.

Meg furrowed her brow. Wait, no, that wasn’t the thought she was looking for. What had she been thinking of before that? Claire, Meg seeing Claire naked because they fucked multiple times and knowing what she looked like-

Oh yeah, what Jaxie looked like naked. Duh.

Glancing back to the intertwined pair, Jaxie looked like an ancient marble statue from before the Sundering that Meg had seen once at a history museum. It had depicted the Harbinger, goddess of storms and battle, and like every other statue of the Seven for some fucking reason, she had been naked.

Man, everyone pre-Sundering must have been really, really fucking horny because like ninety percent of all their art were nude portraits and naked sculptures. Wait, where was she going with this?

Right, Jaxie looked like the Harbinger. Obviously not made of white marble and lacking the hair-being-made-of-a-tsunami factor, but Jaxie really did have the body for it- save for the dick. That statue of the Harbinger depicted her as female, with a graphically wet-looking slit. Obviously, sculpting the pussy juice dripping down her thighs had been imperative to the art of a goddess that had absolutely nothing to do with sex. Aside from the genitals, though, Jaxie was like that statue.

Tall, muscular, powerful, and more than a little sexually intimidating. Meg didn’t really know if ‘sexual intimidation’ was a thing, but Jaxie definitely pulled it off. It was a body that made Meg horny and scared at the same time; like Meg could be sucking on Jaxie’s nipples one moment and then have her head crushed between the Berserker’s thighs the next. It reminded Meg of that one time in the Hazard Training Facility-or-whatever-the-fuck-it-was-called when she saw two people doing an unarmed brawl, and then the girl pulled some crazy takedown move where she wrapped her legs around the dude’s head to pin him with some arm-bar-thingamajig. Honestly, he hadn’t seemed in much of a rush to tap out while the girl was choking him with her thighs. Weird and intimidating.

Also kinda hot, though.

Also hot how Jaxie was obviously filling Claire’s mouth with cum, groaning around the dick in her own throat, and- oooh, was that a playful finger Meg saw?

Jaxie, you dirty girl.

Flipping her gaze in the other direction, Meg saw Nima laid out on the bed, on her back with both hands groping at her chocolate-shaded breasts. Meanwhile, a tuft of bright red hair completely obscured the high-contrasting pink sigil tattooed above Nima’s new pussy, since Eris had completely dove in to replace Nima’s fingers. Based on the way that Nima was writhing, gasping and groaning, Eris definitely knew what she was doing.

Damn, now Meg kinda wanted to have a pussy again just so she could see how skilled Eris really was. And was all that from Bailey training her?

No wonder the princess had a reputation.

Maybe Meg could get some lessons as well? That sounded like fun-

Wait, if all five of them were supposed to be Eris’s super-sluts, then did that mean that having Bailey train all of them about sex was actually a worthwhile investment? It was fun to imagine. Three-Fingers and Princess, their two trainers. One trains them to use their skills more effectively in and out of combat, and the other trains them how to give and take dick like the best of them.

Oooh, could there be a collaboration between the two? What if Three-Fingers and Princess worked together to help all of them figure out how to fuck the brains out of each other with their skills? A poison spell definitely wouldn’t be helpful, but healing absolutely could. Oh, and Kitty! Wait, would that be bestiality? If Meg formed Kitty and had the spectral wolf lick her pussy, would that be bestiality, masturbation, both, or neither?

Either way, it was still kinda hot to think about-

Meg froze, the realization hitting her.

Jaxie could bring a whole new definition to ‘rage-fucking’ someone. That was kind of an exciting thought, but just how rough would she even be? At that point, the only person that could even take it might be Alex herself, since the Knight would probably be sturdy enough to handle that kind of-

Oh gods, what if Nima could make a floating spectral dildo to fuck people with? Or was it only weapons specifically? Even if it was, could it not still be used on literally anything? After all, anything could be a weapon if you hit someone hard enough with it, or was it only for items specifically designed with the intent of being used as a weapon, instead of items that Rainbow decides to use as one?

Meg tried to ignore the thoughts for now- those were ‘later’ ideas. The ‘now’ ideas were a lot better, because they were ideas for… well, now. Meg gingerly pulled out of Alex, both girls shuddering as a cum-slicked, average-sized-yet-disappointingly-tiny-compared-to-everyone-else cock slid free and started hanging. Then, she leaned over and tapped both Jaxie and Claire on the shoulders to get their attention.

After a moment, Alex twisted her head to look up from the pillow her face was buried in, while both of the sixty-niners removed dicks from their mouths to look at the redhead in question. Meg smiled. “I have an idea.” Then, Meg turned her focus back down to a red-faced Alex and playfully squeezed one asscheek.

“I know you just got the thing, but how do you feel about double penetration?”

Alex’s eyes went wide. Meg grinned. “It’ll be just like when Jaxie fucks your ass, except now Claire’s gonna plug up your new hole at the same time. It’s a lot, but it’s fun- trust me.”

“I- I, uhh…” Alex stammered, cheeks going a darker shade. Jaxie smirked.

“Actually, I’ve never fucked her- she fucked me.”

“Oh,” Meg blinked. “Well, the offer still stands.”

Both girls looked down at Alex, who seemed to be doing her best impression of a freshly-fucked tomato. After a moment, the blonde whispered.

“Okay?”

Fire leeched through Nima’s abdomen as she convulsed, breath catching in her throat with a silent scream as she felt like her soul was pouring out onto Eris’s tongue. It was too much. Too much. Too much.

But it was good.

So good.

More.

More.

Nima pushed her head further back into the pillow, arching her back slightly and even lifting one leg up to loop around Eris’s head. She just needed to pull her in closer, so the redhead could get deeper. As long as Eris kept licking and sucking, everything was perfect.

Eris tried to pull away for some reason that didn’t matter.

Nima wrapped her legs tighter, even moving one hand down from her breast to tangle in Eris’s hair and grip tightly.

“Keep- aah- keep going. Don’t stop.”

Without waiting for a response, Nima clenched a little tighter. Eris’s breaths were whistling sharply through the redhead’s nose and blowing cool air on Nima’s pelvis. Nima just kept her eyes closed with her head pointed at the ceiling. Oh, that tongue was fantastic. Too bad it was slowing down while Eris patted Nima’s thigh.

Nima gripped even tighter, tugging on the red hair with more force. Eris shouldn’t be slowing down. Nima was close again.

“More,” Nima almost growled. Eris made a squealing noise as Nima’s fistful of hair pulled further inwards. Obviously one of delight, given how good Nima felt right now. The movements of the tongue picked back up, and a new hand looped up from underneath Eris’s chin as Nima felt a pair of slender fingers slide inside.

Oh, the way that Nima melted into Eris’s mouth. It was a shaking, overwhelming sensation just like jumping into really cold water, except backwards. Instead of going from warm and dry to freezing and wet in an instant, it was going from that discomfort to perfection in a fraction of a second. Her stomach convulsed, her abdomen rippled, her legs quivered, and Nima practically screamed.

Only partway through her climax did Nima realize her mistake. At some point in the pleasure, she’d returned both hands to her breasts to knead out whatever bliss she could, letting go of Eris’s head. Apparently, the Artificer took that as an invitation to move, since her arms went up and started tugging Nima’s thighs to try and get them to part. Nima was much stronger so the action was futile, but she relinquished anyway- opening her eyes and looking down as she did.

Eris’s face was red as she pulled away, gasping for breath with one hand moving to rub the top of her head. Nima could see a few strands of bright crimson hair sticking out between her own knuckles while she massaged her breast. Apparently, she had torn out a small amount of Eris’s hair.

Physical injury. Injury that Nima wouldn’t like if it had been done to her, and it had been done to another. Nima felt a memory sting against her knuckles and she stared Eris in the eyes. You always look at people’s eyes when you talk to them. Apparently, that made them feel more comfortable and it was Nima’s obligation to make them comfortable. You also use their names. That made them feel personally noticed.

“Eris, I apologize for pulling your hair.”

The redhead blinked up at her, the furrowed brow and gasping frown forming an unreadable expression on her face. Eris’s eyes narrowed and her voice took an edge.

“My turn.”

Nima watched Eris fumble blindly in the potion satchel that Bailey left behind before procuring one of the remaining vials that was apparently one of those ‘stretchy’ potions. She held it outwards, up towards Nima.

Nima considered the thin, yellowish liquid. Assumption would mean that Eris wanted Nima to consume the potion, but nothing had been said, so Eris could just have well been giving it to Nima to hold. Perhaps Eris was wanting to change positions and needed her hands for that, so she gave the vial to Nima to hold and when she was situated Eris would take it back and have it herself for some reason. Or perhaps she was going to give it to one of the others, but then why would she give the vial to Nima-

“Drink it, Nima.”

The darker girl turned her eyes back on Eris, who was now moving up into a kneeling position. The obscene cock between her legs was sticking upwards and out, pointing towards Nima while actively dripping a clear fluid from the tip.

Okay, so Nima’s first assumption was correct. Eris was intending for Nima to drink the potion. However, that left the next question that Nima would much prefer having a clear answer to.

Based on the evidence, Nima wanted to assume that Eris was wanting to use that large cock on her. However, the first assumption had been wrong too many times in the past to immediately count on it. Nima needed clarification, because people got upset when she guessed things wrong, and when Nima guessed things wrong, she got punished.

“Why do you want me to drink the potion, Eris?”

Eris’s brow furrowed. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

Nima narrowed her own eyes. “I was asking to make your intentions clear, not making an attempt at humour…”

Eris let out a sharp breath through her nose, lowered the hand that had been rubbing what was likely a sore spot on her scalp, then spoke in a low voice.

“Then let me make it clear for you.” Eris’s massive cock throbbed, even lowering down to rest on Nima’s stomach. Nima could see that it reached her ribcage with the length, and the thickness was completely unreasonable. Eris’s voice was practically a whisper.

“I’m going to fuck you whether you drink that potion or not. Your choice.”

Nima nodded. There was definitely a little fear and concern regarding the sheer size of Eris’s member and the prospect of it trying to fit inside of her, but at least Nima now had a solid, definite answer. To that question. There were others, one of which Nima offered as she pushed up onto one elbow and uncorked the vial.

“How are you planning on engaging with me? I don’t want to try anal sex given your size, and I don’t have any experience giving oral. I assume you are intending vaginally, and that is what I would prefer to try as well.”

Eris must have had an itch between her eyes since she rubbed the bridge of her nose with a sigh. Nima just raised an eyebrow.

What was so wrong with clarification?