"Sacam'a fushe," Cehn'to swears under his breath. "He's probably more hypersensitive than I am, Qana'to. You heard how he moaned."

"Are you willing to test that theory?" Mahao'li chuckles, rolling his hips forward again. "The ruins of Amdapor are a lonely place, and one learns to build up stamina to maximize their time with any saithir who wanders into his camp."

The orange-haired bottom of their little train and top of their dogpile absolutely does not want to risk any further sensitivity—jaa'ya fushethi, though, this is kinda hot. Cehn'to groans in indecision. "Try me, gusatihr," he saya with a pant. "I'm a guard here. We have our own needs for physical stamina."

Mahao'il smirked and began thrusting into the keeper in his lap with renewed vigor. "As you wish; lets see what the cameiran of Qana'to's herd are made of." He moans as he drives his cock against Cehn'to's prostate, reaching a hand around the man to wrap around his length. "Can the warriors of the Limsa'li Bholbenah  handle attacks from two fronts, I wonder?"

Cehn’to is another kind of warrior entirely. Tougher stuff than this amateur hunter could imagine! A peerless combatant, resilient and stalwart, unswayed by mere discomfort! Such a warrior would laugh in the face of so meager a stratagem as grabbing an extremely sensitive dick and—

“Ahhh! I yield!” he yelps, sucking his teeth and squirming. “Ah, stop! It’s really sensitive!” He had held out for several seconds. That was really quite a feat. “I’ll hop off and let the ruunte rail you, just please stoooop!”

Mahao'li grins giving the other man's cock one last stroke before releasing it. He flicks his ears as he leans back against Qana'to's chest, giving Cehn'to space to climb off of him. "I'm impressed. You lasted longer than I expected, given how much you were shaking the moment my finger's curled around you. A mighty warrior of great stamina, indeed."

He reaches a hand out to ruffle Cehn'to's hair, chuclking softly. "Good job, Cehn'to. Well done."

It takes all Qana’to’s strength not to snicker as the two pull apart. “Poor guy,” he says instead, with only a slight hitch of amusement in his voice. “Too much of a good thing, I guess.”

 He flexes and shifts as their threesome breaks apart, shaking out his legs and realigning his spine. “Ah, there we go!” He purrs. “Now, if you want some time to recover, Mahao’li, go ahead. I wouldn’t want you to feel as sensitive as he was.”

Mahao’li sighs as he rises, muscles aching from being in the same position for so long. He shakes out his limbs for a moment, before turning and gazing over his shoulder at Qana’to, admiring his still hard cock poking from the water. He chuckles and shakes his head, dipping back down into the water. “I appreciate the concern, Ruunte Qana’to, but as I said, I still have stamina left. Besides, I don’t know that Hrevna’a would appreciate me making us late for supper.”

Qana’to is still stretching. “Fair enough. If you have the stamina, then I certainly won’t complain.” Suddenly he lurches from the pool with a hiss at the cold air and staggers off to a low shelf. He returns a moment later, striking himself. “It seemed likely a refresh on lube was due,” he explains as he steps into the water. “Now, if you’re still up for it: shall I?”

Mahao’li nods, bracing himself against the edge of the bath. “Like I said, we aren’t leaving this pool until your balls have been emptied, Ruunte Qana’to.”

“So you did,” Qana’to agrees, sidling up behind him and spreading the proffered cheeks. “And I ought to thank you for letting me finish even after you came.” His words lilt deliriously as he slides back inside the warrior. He grabs Mahao’li by the base of his tail and thrusts experimentally, checking to see if the man really was able to tolerate being mounted after finishing. “How’s it feel?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

Mahao’li shudders as Qana’to’s lengths fills him again, gasping softly as the other man tugs on his tail. “Ahhh…that feels really good.” He replies. Between his legs, his own cock twitches, creeping to attention once more. “And you’re most welcome, Ruunte Qana’to.”

If there were a hotter position, Qana’to wouldn’t know what it might be. A handsome satihr bent over in a public bath, tail in Qana’to’s fist, insisting on being mounted right there: it was enough that his head was swimming with excitement. His concern about his lover’s discomfort melted away at the sound of the man’s pleasant gasp and reassurance. He closes his eyes and thrusts harder. “Goddess, you are amazing,” he whispers as he lets himself drown in the mating instinct. “Just amazing.”

Mahao’li moans softly with each thrust into him, cock now fully erect beneath him. He lets his eyes slide closed as Qana’to works him, losing himself in the bliss of instinct. He lets his hand wander back to his cock, tugging it in time with the Ruunte’s thrusts. “Ahhh…no, you are amazing….”

“Ah, you want me to keep us here for a bit?” His voice vibrates with the force of his thrusts now, and he pauses every few words to moan and whimper. “I can try to cum quickly, if you want… but if you’re playing with your own down there already, maybe I should let you catch up to me?”

 The time of his voice is nearly reverent as he notes that Mahao’li is touching himself. Clearly that is a way to his heart—or at least his dick.

Mahao’li nods shakily, voicing a response between heavy breaths. “Ahh…no need…to rush. We’ve both been waiting all…day for this.” His cock is now fully hard, and he eagerly pumps it at Qana’to’s offer.

"Both?" he replies between thrust. "That is very pleasant to hear. The way you talked earlier I had almost thought you were letting me breed you as a favor."

Mahao'li smirks over this shoulder at the other man, flicking his tail playfully. "Oh, no, you're correct. I am letting you breed me as a favour. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the favour myself, though."

"By that logic, surely I could be breeding you as the favor, instead, though? And merely enjoying it as a happenstance? Who is to say who is giving who the favor?" It makes horrendous pillow-talk, but the logic games do help him last a bit, which is sorely needed when he's been edged since they got in this pool.

"Well, given you've been hard 90% of the time that I've known you, and given I have cum already, I think that I'd classify getting you off as a favour, Ruunte Qana'tooo...." His response is interrupted by a long, low moan as he feels Qana'to shift, the man's head rubbing against his prostate. None the less, he grins at the other keeper between heavy breaths.

Without a word, he cocks his head and looks at Cehn’to, before closing his eyes and picking up his rhythm. The shonjate obediently sidles up to Mahao’li’s side and reaches under him to grab the man’s balls and massage them.

“You sound pretty eager yourself, satihr. I’m not sure a wayward boner is nearly so meaningful as those noises you’re making while getting railed.”

He’ sees Cehn’to’s motion from the corner of his eye, so he’s ready and composed when the fingers wrap around his sack. None the less, it takes a great deal of effort not to moan, and Mahao’li contents himself to shuddering at the new sensation. “Were you not making the same moans and whimpers a moment ago, Ruunte Qana’to?”

“That would, at most, imply equivalency here rather than a favor from on of us to the other. Now be a good satihr and get ready to blow again for me.”