Chapter 10: Triple-Linked Conduit
The Arcane Breeding Chamber hummed around them, a living entity of stone and light. The runes carved into the walls pulsed in time with Minalan’s heartbeat, their cool blue glow illuminating the sheen of sweat on three bodies. The air tasted of ozone and salt.
Vorlag groaned, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. He was on his feet, though he leaned heavily against a smooth, warm section of the wall. His stocky legs were still unsteady, his gut sore and hollowed out from being so thoroughly emptied. "By the forge," he muttered, running a thick hand over his face. "Feel like I've been trampled by a herd of stone rams."
Lysandra ignored him, her emerald eyes fixed on Minalan with an unnerving intensity. The raw power they had channeled in the pit still crackled around the young man, a visible aura of potential that made the fine hairs on her arms stand up. She needed to harness it, to understand its flow. Her own body was the perfect conduit.
"On your back," she commanded Minalan, her voice leaving no room for debate.
He complied, lying back on the soft, moss-like flooring that covered the chamber. His cock, already half-hard from the residual energy and the sight of them, sprang to full, defiant attention, a thick, veined pillar against his stomach.
Lysandra didn't touch it. Instead, she positioned herself over his face, her knees on either side of his head. She lowered herself, and the scent of her own arousal, musky and sweet, filled his nostrils. Her silver hair curtained around them. "Taste what you do to me," she whispered, grinding her slick folds against his mouth.
Minalan needed no further encouragement. His tongue delved into her, lapping at her juices, tracing the intricate patterns of her elven flesh. She gasped, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate circle against his face.
Her eyes, however, were on Vorlag. "You. Dwarf. Your hole is already well-acquainted with that cock. Get over here. Ride him. I want to watch it disappear inside you from this angle."
Vorlag pushed himself off the wall, his movements still heavy with fatigue and the lingering effects of too much ale and seed. "Ain't a damn pony," he grumbled, but he shuffled over nonetheless. A dark, possessive curiosity burned in his gut, a need to feel that incredible fullness again, to be the one controlling the depth for a change.
He straddled Minalan's hips, his broad, muscular back to the young man's face. He reached behind himself, his calloused fingers wrapping around the base of Minalan's shaft, guiding the swollen head to his entrance. The ring of muscle, still loose and pliant from its earlier brutal stretching, yielded with a soft, wet sigh.
Vorlag sank down.
It was a slow, excruciating descent. Minalan moaned into Lysandra's cunt, the vibrations shooting through her as he felt the incredible, tight heat of the dwarf's body enveloping him. Vorlag’s head fell back, a guttural "Fuck..." tearing from his lips as he took the first few inches, his inner muscles fluttering in protest and welcome.
"All of it," Lysandra demanded, her voice tight. She lifted her hips slightly, giving Minalan air, her gaze locked on the point where their bodies joined. "I want to see his balls pressed against your ass."
With a final, grunting effort, Vorlag forced himself down the remaining length. He bottomed out, Minalan’s entire footlong shaft buried to the hilt inside him. His own stomach, still tender, felt the internal pressure immediately.
"Now move," Lysandra ordered, her command a sharp crack in the humming silence.
Vorlag began to bounce. It was an awkward, powerful motion at first, his thick thighs working to lift and drop his heavy frame. Each time he came down, it was with a solid, meaty impact that forced the air from Minalan’s lungs in a choked grunt.
Lysandra watched, mesmerized. With every deep, penetrating thrust, she could see a distinct bulge form in Vorlag’s lower abdomen, a temporary deformation of muscle and flesh that outlined the head of Minalan’s cock pressing from within. "Gods, yes! Look at that! I can see him fucking your prostate through your stomach, you dwarven slut!"
Her words spurred them on. Vorlag’s rhythm became faster, less controlled. His back muscles rippled with the effort, sweat tracing the grooves of his spine. The squelching sounds of his well-used hole taking the massive cock filled the space between their ragged breaths. Minalan’s hands came up to grip Vorlag’s hips, his fingers digging in, helping to drive the dwarf down onto him with even greater force.
Lysandra cried out, her own climax crashing over her as she watched the obscene display. She ground herself against Minalan’s mouth one last time, her body seizing before she collapsed forward, her hands braced on his chest.
The magical feedback was instantaneous and violent. A visible wave of energy, shimmering like heat haze, erupted from their connected bodies. The runes on the walls flared from blue to a blinding white.
Vorlag screamed. It wasn't a cry of pain, but of overwhelming, unbearable sensation. His own cock, which had been soft between his legs, swelled and erupted without a single touch, spraying jets of thick cum across Minalan’s stomach and chest. His internal muscles clamped down on Minalan’s shaft in a series of violent, milking spasms.
That was all it took. Minalan’s vision whited out. With a roar that was half sob, he erupted inside the dwarf. His orgasm was a torrent, pumping load after searing load deep into Vorlag’s bowels. The dwarf’s stomach, which had been flat and muscular, began to distend once more, rounding out from the fresh, massive infusion.
When it was over, Vorlag slumped forward, his body spent. Minalan lay beneath them, gasping. Lysandra slowly pushed herself up, her eyes wide and alight not with passion, but with revelation.
She looked at Vorlag’s newly bloated form, then at the still-glowing runes. "The conduit isn't just him," she breathed, tracing a finger over the dwarf's cum-smeared back. "It's the vessel, too. A feedback loop of immense power."
Vorlag merely groaned, his face pressed into the moss. "Next time... just let the stone rams trample me."