“Don’t overburden yourself. Most of us have to work up to such demanding itineraries, you know.” His voice catches slightly as he snakes a hand down to tug on his sack while Mahao’li sucks him off. “If you—ah!—are planning to stay a while, we can train you in some of our techniques to bounce back faster and produce more. Not that you seem to need them too terribly, but given the number of lovers you now have to satisfy, you might—aahhhh!”

“If you were concerned, you shouldn’t have asked me to indulge you.” He replies playfully, swallowing Veom’ra’s length to the base, nuzzling into the man’s pubes. He holds the position a few moments, purring around his cock, before sliding back off to speak again. “I would love to”

“I can’t describe my satisfaction to hear that,” he purrs. “Except to say that it almost made me cum.”

“I would love to.” He repeats, tongue circling Veom’ra’s head before swallowing his length once more.

A twitch and then a pulse of sticky joy erupts onto Mahao’li’s tongue, in volume as would put a horse to shame. Veom’ra writhes in silence, eyes open but unfocused as he pumps as much seed as he can muster into his guest’s mouth.

“You are… welcome to more of that whenever you want it,” he finally says through heavy panting.

A small moan escaped Mahao’lo as he struggled to keep up with the sheer volume of cum suddenly thrust down his throat. He swallows eagerly, purring as Veom’ra shudders beneath him. He grins as he heels the waves slow down, and slides of the other keeper, smiling at him, a thin stream of cum dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Moons tits, that was more than I was expecting. You really did feed me a meal to make up for dinner.”

“You caught me at a good time. I hadn’t had a release yet today.” Veom’ra hums in satisfaction as he helps his love to his feet. “And I assumed that a hungry man who already had two other loads today would want a little extra, so I let some extra aether go, too.”

Mahao’li hums in reply, taking the other keeper’s hand and rising to his feet. Tongue darting from between his lips to catch the wayward drip of seed, lest it go to waste. 

“I may just have to keep you pent up until nightfall daily, if that’s the reward.” He grins, the comment playful, not entirely a joke. 

“Don’t you dare,” he mutters flatly before turning around and putting his hands on the counter where he’d been sitting. He loops his tail up and over to the side and shuffles his legs further apart. “I think you’d said you wanted to mount one you’d satisfied me, no? I can’t think of a better way to thank you for such a fantastic blowjob….”

“I should be thanking you for the fantastic load. One of the best I’ve ever had the pleasure of swallowing.” Mahao’li purrs and he moves in behind Veom’ra, sliding his cock between his cheeks to press against the keepers hole. He hooks an arm around the blonde’s waist, leaning over him and muttering in his ear as he slid his length into the waiting ass.”

“Hopefully you can feel how horny that load made me, and why I’m so eager to enjoy another one.”

He purrs aggressively as the guest enters him with almost no resistance at all, lightly bucking backwards as though to hurry him inside. “Yes, I can feel you throbbing as you enter. You liked my load that much? I’m flattered it has met with such acceptance.”

Mahao’li sighs heavily as he bottoms out inside the keeper, wasting no time in beginning to thrust into him. “I did,” he purrs out, leaning over Veomr’a’s back and hooking an arm around his waist. “I have quite the fondness for giving head and getting a good meal in return”

“It is delightful, isn’t it? Nothing elevates the mood and livens the senses quite like it….” His words drift off as he purrs deliriously to himself, struggling against the haze of pleasure to speak. He instead settles for bending forward slightly more, wiggling his hips gently, and putting a hand atop Mahao’li’s on hood hip. Every few moments he whimpers delightedly from the sensitivity of being used so close to cumming: his cock only shrinks to half-mast beneath him before the arousal begins to affect it again, and a thick drop of pre paints the table over which he is so fortuitously bent.

“Use my hole as rough as you need, beloved guest…” he finally manages to mutter, eyes closed.

"Yes....it really is delightful....and being such a rare treat where i come from, I....want to make the most of it....." his own voice trails asway as he focuses on the keeper below him, moaning softly in time with Veom'ra as he whimpers which each thrust, shuddering as the blonde wiggles his hips to tease him more. Despite the activities of the day, pre is already leaking into the waiting hole. and his cock glides with ease into his new lover. 

the mans next words seem to flip a switch in Mahao'li. While Cehn'to had been wonderful, being squished between him and Qana'to had meant Mahao'li's movement were rather constrained. With Veom'ra, that was not an issue, and with the blondes urging, mahao'li found himself giving into the pent up urges of many months of solitude. 

"... a significant consideration, obviously, yes," Qana'to's chuckle thrummed through the door as Mahao'li started properly pounding the head monk, "but I meant that I found his agreeable temperament to be a perfect match, not just his libido. He's quite the docile—well, to hear the thumping over the there, maybe not perfectly docile." A spate of approving laughter bubbled up from the table. "He's got plenty of ram in him to hang with the lot of us, I say."

"Sounds like you have piqued his interest," Veom'ra murmurs in a warm, conspiratorial tone. "I regret to inform you that he'll probably do everything he can to cajole you into staying a while." The man's purr is louder than his voice as he adjusts to being so viciously bred, shifting down to his elbows to better brace against the jolts. "Keep this up and I am inclined to help him."

Mahao'li grunts in reply, leaning lower over Veom'ra to thrust into him deeper, hoolung his arms under his to latch onto his shoulders, his own purring rumbling in his chest. He rests his chin against the keepers shoulder, murmuring out a reply between heavy purrs and pants. "You two have me until at least Friday.... I'll be sure to keep your hole thoroughly used until then"

"Ah! Do it! My hole is—made to be used—whenever you want it." He gasps and coils his tail around his lover's back as he buries his eyes in his forearm. "The Lover demands it! I am her vessel! Fill me!"

Mahao’li shudders at the passion in Veom’ra’s voice, thrusting into him with renewed intensity. Despite the loads he had already spilled, pre costs the keepers hole quickly, his slick cock gliding with ease as he rails the other miqo’te. His hips buck erratically into his lover, breath coming in heavy pants against his neck as he kisses the man’s exposed skin.

Veom’ra giggles, turning his head to the side to press it against Mahao’li’s assuringly. “Aggressive on the mount yet so affectionate. How sweet. No need to worry over me, though, just breed me like a ram. Give me a good thick load to rival Cehn’to. I want to feel you release in me.” He speaks low and monotone, like a hypnotic spell or a mystic incantation. “Fuck me, aoqh, fuck me until I leak.” Underneath them, his cock was starting to swell again, and it kissed the cabinet as he rocked back and forth, leaving a string of pre on it. “Jaa sahrunzi!”

His own cock leaves a steady stream of pre within the other man, and each word out of Veom’ra’s mouth goads Mahao’li to greater, rougher, and more erratic speeds as he gives into his urges. 

“Yes, just like that, good, good boy! Don’t hold anything back, use me as much as you need. Ah! You can cum whenever you’re ready, aoqh, I can take it. I can take it.”

I want it.

Mahao’li shudders, sinking his teeth into his lovers shoulder with a groan, thrusting twice more before cumming into the eager bottom, moaning incoherently against his skin as his seed empties into his newest lover.

“Alright, finally,” Cehn’to says with a heavy smugness as he kicks open the door. “I didn’t want to interrupt your fun, but Moon’s sweet cunt we needed the second course.”

“Talk like that in a shrine and I’ll shave your head for penance,” Veom’ra snapped, before wiggling happily under Mahao’li’s body and purring in self-satisfaction. “Both the indecent language and the lie—as if you weren’t just in here to see if I got properly fucked. Well, enjoy the view. I’m in no rush to get him off me.”