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It was a late hour in the Crystarium, as far as the toll of the bells declared. The flood of light that constantly assaulted the star, however, prevented complete darkness in the rooms of the Catenaries. In a room far enough down to have partial shade at this hour, a thick canvas was stretched across the window to signal night time and assist in falling asleep.
Yalana and Mao-Ladd were falling into their evening routine, one they had been locked in for more years than Mao-Ladd cared to think about. After dinner they would spend some time reading, and then they would fall into bed to make sure they were tired enough to sleep.
Yalana was currently stroking Mao-Ladd's clit with practiced fingers as she continued her list of complaints.
"-doesn't think at all about the how much work we have to do just to keep the Crystarium supplied. It's like she's never wanted for anything her entire life, never been told no-"
Mao-ladd's moans punctuated her sentences even as he tried not to listen and allow the Drahn's fingers bring him to climax. While they had been together for so long that this usually didn’t take very long, something had slowly crept into their routine over the past year. Or rather, someone had been creeping into it.
Yalana finally recognized the frantic movement of his hips - she had been unintentionally edging him for a while now - and stopped ranting long enough to give him release. His back arched on the bed as he squirted onto the towel they had laid out as part of their routine.
Now she climbed on top of him, her hips coming to rest over his head. Her hands gripped the same part of the headboard they always did as she sat on his face.
Mao-Ladd couldn’t keep his thoughts from continuing to wander as he began lapping at her clit with his tongue. Slowly he slipped a finger inside her, then another. Just as he found their usual rhythm, she began to speak anew.
"You know part of me hopes she finds it so she can stop bothering us with silly requests. I mean, just once couldn't she come by just for the sake of conversation? I daydreamed about it the other day, the chief would come just to say hello. No samples, no nothing. Or, I don't know, maybe she'd take an interest in what we do?"
Mao-Ladd concentrated on fucking her with his mouth and fingers and tried to drown out what she was saying. It wasn't that he never listened to her, but he'd heard some variation of this same rant for close to a year now.
Their relationship hadn’t always been so rote, but the hard life of living in their light-drenched world had taken a toll on them somewhere in the nine years they’d been together. They were always there to support each other - Yalana even helping with his research into the hormone replacement tonics that had allowed his proportions to become more masculine - but lately they talked less and less about each other.
And in the last few months, Yalana would do nothing but obsess about Qeshi-Rae.
She was still sitting on his face, complaining about the head of the gathering facet of the Crystalline Mean. He could tell she was starting to succumb, but she couldn't stop herself from talking.
Mao-Ladd said something, but it was unintelligible through his ministrations. He brought his other hand up to swat her lightly on the ass for emphasis.
"Yes I suppose I should... relax... ohhh."
Finally swept up in pleasure, her complaints turned to moans. She grabbed his other hand and brought it to her breasts. And then she came on his face, neatly... in the way she always did. Then they were cleaning up, brushing teeth, and climbing quietly back into bed with each other for sleep.
"Have you ever thought about talking to her?" Mao-Ladd finally asked.
"What, so you can have a threesome with us?" Yalana scoffed.
"No, not..." he paused to sigh and rub the bridge of his nose. "It doesn't have to be a date. But you said you wanted conversation. You are older than her by far, have you thought to just invite her to chat? She may be too nervous to do it herself."
Yalana didn't reply for a moment.
"I suppose I could consider it."
Mao-Ladd decided to drop it, and settled back into the pillow for sleep.
"Or... you could suggest it the next time you visit her chambers."
Mao-Ladd let out an exhasperated groan.
These two are impossible, he thought.
A week later, Mao-Ladd was in Qeshi-Rae's chambers on a different side of the Catenaries. Her hands were gripped on a headboard much like the one in his and Yalana's bedroom. She was on her back, her moans punctuating Mao-Ladd's thrusts as he fucked her with a strap-on.
Where Yalana and he were practiced, the chief and him were rough and spontaneous. It was the afternoon of a particularly slow day, and he had gone up to see her after a few weeks without a check-in. She had been engrossed in fieldwork, and had forgotten to check in with him over the past weeks. A few kisses under the Crystalline Mean canopy, and she was leaning into him. They made the trek over to her chambers so he could help her release the pent up need she was clearly holding back.
Qeshi-Rae's back arched and she whined as Mao-Ladd continued his pace. He picked up his pace a little, enjoying the way she cried out. Lowering himself down to her level, he brought her legs down with him so that he could angle deeper into her. The way she cried out made him wet so he kissed her deeply, her cries muffled between their mouths as she climaxed under him. He could feel the pressure of her squeezing the strapon as it became harder to thrust into her. Reaching down, he played with her clit so he could feel the warm cum gushing out of her.
There was no towel this time, they were never so careful as they fell into bed with each other. Mao-Ladd pulled back and removed the strap-on before turning onto his side and taking her in his arms. She started to reach between his legs but he grabbed her hand.
"Catch your breath first, chief."
As aroused as he was, he knew she had a tendency to push herself. She made a small sound of agreement and nuzzled into his shoulder. He pressed soft kisses to her forehead, stroking her back as she relaxed.
"Thanks," she said after a few minutes.
"Of course." Mao-Ladd reached down to tilt her chin up and kiss her softly. "You know you can call on me any time."
"I do know, it's just..." Qeshi-Rae looked down, chewing on her lower lip.
"If you're worried about Yalana, I told you she doesn't mind."
"No it's not that. Well, it is that but not... I just, sometimes I want to come to the Hortorium just to speak with the two of you, but when I do she's already decided I'm there to give you more specimens and so..." she trailed off, bumping her head forlornly into Mao-Ladd's shoulder once more.
"I see." he said. "Well, I certainly can't argue that she gets... worked up." He wasn't sure how to continue. These two women both had brilliant minds, but for some reason they couldn't look each other in the eyes and see that they clearly wanted each other's attention more than most anything else. Well for Qeshi-rae, more than anything except the mythical Samiel.
She moved her hand to his waist, and then she brought her lips up to his for another kiss.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to spoil our fun."
"It's alright, kitten. I'll always listen if you need to talk."
"I know, I know. It's just my troubles seem so silly in the face of everything else. The unending light, the need to keep the city fed.” She sighed and met his eyes. “I wanted to get rations together so that we are full up for a while. Now that we're better supplied I can make time for idle pursuits once more."
"Idle pursuits..." Mao-Ladd echoed, tipping her head up to face him. "That does sound nice, and you should be rewarded for all that hard work."
He bent down to kiss her again as he flicked one of her nipples with his finger. She moaned into him, and then brought her hand down between his legs again. He did not interrupt her this time, letting her feel his already aroused clit. She squeezed harder than he expected, and his breath caught as she bit his lower lip. She nudged him with her legs, and he followed her encouragement to lay on his back.
She trailed kisses down his chest, stopping to bite teasingly at his nipples. Then she kissed him down his soft belly, down the trail of hair that led her down to his aroused clit. It was larger than it used to be, sticking out at the top of his labia as Qeshi-Rae sucked it into her mouth, and he moaned louder for her as she flicked her tongue back and forth.
"Oh baby, you're so good at that." Qeshi-Rae enjoyed verbal praise. "Mmmh, show me what that beautiful mouth can do."
Qeshi-Rae did as she was told, sucking and moaning onto his sensitive flesh. The vibrations sent an electrifying jolt of pleasure through him, and he rocked his hips into her as she pressed a finger into his wet opening. He gave her more praise as she added another finger and began moving with him as she pleasured him.
She was unrelenting in pleasuring him, and he felt his own wetness as she hooked two fingers up and back into his sweet spot. She moaned into his clit.
“Oh kitten, that feels so good,” he praised. She picked up the pace and he could no longer form sentences as she brought him to climax.
Finally unable to hold it in any longer, he came onto her mouth and hand letting out moan after moan as he finished. Qeshi-Rae slowly eased her movement, and when she was satisfied that he had finished she climbed on top of him and laid her head on his chest.
Mao-Ladd felt his heartbeat slowly come to a resting rhythm under her ear, and knew she was listening to it. He thought about how Yalana used to do the same, letting her horn rest right over his pulse until it was steady. That had been years ago, before they had met Qeshi-Rae.
Satisfied that he was recovered, Qeshi turned her head up to his.
"Can you stay a little longer?" She asked. He nodded and sat up, bringing her with him and setting her on his lap. She wriggled, clearly aroused again. He took her breasts into his mouth as he began to fuck her with his hand again.
And falling into a different kind of routine, they passed the afternoon together.