Aire's cockhead continues to press teasingly against her entrance.

That wasn't bouncing or asking Aire's tentacles for help at all!

Here. Aire will help. If Tanthe can't control her body enough to push herself down, all she needs to do is imagine what she wants Aire's tentacles to do, and they'll do just that. Right away, as soon as she has the thought. If she wants her womb penetrated, all she needs to do is imagine the tentacles pulling her down!

Oh, if Tanthe can't string enough of a thought together to manage that Aire will push up into her next womb eventually. 

But not yet.

You mean in order to get sex she has to have coherent thoughts? Terrible. She refuses. She will just squirm helplessly instead.

Cute.

She finds herself nuzzling into Tanthe's shoulder almost involuntarily.

I'm going to keep you forever. 

Well, she supposes from a certain perspective, this counts as asking Aire's tentacles for help. She certainly wants their help.

And Aire does so want to give it to her.

She wants to feel that pop as her cock pushes through to Tanthe's next womb. She wants to feel Tanthe cum around her cock again. She wants to watch Tanthe's symphony of pleasure somehow grow yet more magnificent.

What if, when Tanthe wants deeper, her tentacles pull her down, and when she wants more, they lift her back up and then bring her down again? This has the advantage of not requiring a coherent Tanthe! In fact, it has this advantage so strongly she can start doing it without even consulting her on it!

Tanthe's desire at the moment is for Aire's cock to be deeper. And so the tentacles not occupied pleasuring her pull her down and those that are occupied pleasuring her intensify their attentions. Tanthe's already so close to the edge that it's easy to push her over everywhere at once in the time it takes to pull her all the way down onto her cock.

As Aire pushes through into Tanthe's next womb, she cums again. Like she has every time. She feels like she could have controlled herself when it wasn't her cock doing the penetrating. But when it is, the sensation swirls together in her thoughts with what that sensation means and her desire rises up to the point where she can't even muster up the thought to control herself. She doesn't care. What's the point of experiencing the best thing in the world if you have to maintain iron control through all of it?

And while Tanthe orgasms, Aire listens to any fragment of desire in Tanthe's mind saying more and uses her tentacles to satisfy them as soon as they emerge.

There is a lot of fragmentary desire here, and quite a lot of it centered on moreness. Tanthe enjoys Aire's tentacles very very much, as her fourth gate opens and doubles all her sensations again, taking her to a realm where the bandwidth of their current psychic connection really isn't enough anymore to keep up with transmitting the sheer amount of sensation she's feeling. It's still possible to tell, though, that there's more of it: deeper, brighter, more vivid, more complex, the network of her senses more tightly interwoven, the synergies between pleasures more intense and varied.

And less, comparatively, of the rest of her; it's not at all clear, given her refusal to have coherent thoughts on purpose, whether or not she could if she tried, but it seems entirely possible that she couldn't, now, at least not while still being fucked like this. It seems entirely possible that that part of her, as strong and carefully constructed as it was, has already been drowned out and washed away. Tanthe has been surprising on this front before, of course, but... her senses really are so much bigger now than all the parts of herself that used to be for thinking. And as she comes down from this orgasm, she really doesn't start thinking again even a little; she stays focused on her body and on what Aire is doing to it, without any response more coherent than those fragmentary desires floating through her scattered overwhelmed mind.

And this is just the fourth one. Three more to go.

Aire will pay very close attention to every single one of those fragmentary desires. When Aire pushes through her fifth womb even those might go, and they should be fulfilled while she has them. 

She doesn't think she'll push through to Tanthe's next womb right away. No, she'll enjoy this version of Tanthe while she has her.

So, she supposes she will actually pay close attention to all of her fragmentary desires but for the one which will wipe all the rest of them out. That one can come later.

And Aire's tentacles can get to work bouncing Tanthe up and down on Aire's cock.

Tanthe's mind is beautiful even now, overwhelmed by the pleasure as it is. Maybe even more beautiful. Everything works together so well to ensure Tanthe gets the most from every thrust of Aire's tentacles up into her ass or down into her throat, every squeeze and squish of her breasts, and even the simple pleasure of being wrapped up tight in Aire's arms, all of it bound together and feeding into everything else in a network too complex and deep for Aire to fully grasp. She wants to understand it, she wants to be able to build it, but she thinks that would be the work of centuries if she could manage it at all.

Her fragmentary desires want, in short, more sensation. More touches and caresses, more being fucked by tentacles, more even of the small incidental things like air moving against her skin; just, generally, more.

She definitely also experiences lust and pleasure and need whenever her fifth womb's entrance is touched. At this stage, though, she's not actually quite coherent enough to want it to be opened, so much as just... that touch feels very good and she likes it and wants more of it. Aire could probably spend quite a while teasing that entrance without Tanthe getting very impatient, if she felt like it.

Aire works to satisfy Tanthe's desires as best she can. She is not, in fact, starting to run out of tentacles. She can summon more to wrap around her and slide against her, and have others bouncer her on Aire's cock faster. More air brushing against her is a hard thing to manage, but she can position herself so her exhalations ghost across Tanthe's skin. And the tentacles inside her can be joined by more and pick up the pace to match the faster bouncing.

Enjoyable as all that is, Aire decides she does want to tease Tanthe's latest entrance. She wants to do it a lot. That does come along with the side effect of teasing herself, she wants to push up into Tanthe's next womb so strongly. But she can wait. And satisfy her desires by making Tanthe's tentacle-assisted bounces high enough that her cock gets to pop through the entrance to Tanthe's fourth womb during each bounce.

Each cycle begins with Tanthe being lifted up and temporarily deprived of that pressure against her fifth entrance. And then she's pulled up high enough that Aire's cockhead pops back out of her fourth. And when Tanthe's dropped back down, she pops back in. Only for the cycle to end with Aire's cockhead pressed teasingly against the entrance to her fifth womb. And then it starts all over again.

Lift, pop, drop, pop, press.

Over and over and over.

Until either Tanthe boils over with enough unsatisfied desire that Aire has mercy on her, or Aire loses control of herself and decides to push on her own.

Whichever comes first.

It turns out, very unsurprisingly, that this cycle feels really really good.

It takes a while for Tanthe to react with anything other than pure unthinking sensory enjoyment.

When she begins to feel the first stirrings of further fragmentary desire, it's not even on the level yet where the desire feels about something; she just wants, unspecifiedly, whenever Aire teases her fifth gate. And then Aire pulls her up again and the cycle repeats and she's lost in pleasure until she feels that pressure once more.

Aire, however, is not so insulated from wanting more. Lovely as this is, it isn't enough for her to get lost enough in pleasure that the thought of pushing through into another of Tanthe's wombs stops hovering temptingly in her mind. Aire isn't used to feeling tempted like this, and for now, at least, she simply luxuriates in the blending of her own temptation and Tanthe's telepathically-relayed pleasure.

This will get to her eventually, but for now, the fact that she only gets to do this once is enough to keep her patient.

Very very gradually, over many repetitions, her desires cohere into a shape. She wants something related to that delicious sensation; she wants more of that delicious sensation; she wants that delicious sensation not just intensified but somehow - extended, elaborated, elevated; she wants, at last, for Aire's cock to push through her fifth gate and fill her fifth womb like it has already with the first four.

By the time Tanthe starts getting something resembling impatient, Aire's desires to (push deeper into Tanthe)/(feel that lovely pop sensation on her cockhead)/(feel Tanthe's womb squeeze down on her)/(spurt cum into Tanthe's womb)/(break Tanthe's mind just a little bit more) have all mingled together into one delicious gestalt desire.

When Tanthe's cycle leaves her with the entrance to her fifth womb pressed against Aire's cock, she stops.

And then, instead of pulling her back up so she can thrust again, she recasts her spell once more. Her cock doesn't have time to start shrinking before it begins growing.

As it grows, her cock pushes through slowly. Inexorably. When Tanthe's fifth gate gives in, it's still growing even as she squeezes down around it.

But it will stop before it can push through her sixth gate.

As Aire spurts, she almost regrets that. 

With her fifth womb full of Aire's cock and Aire's cum, her brain blows wide open all over again, expanding into yet another... well, it's probably a doubling. The bandwidth issues are starting to be a real problem here. They'd need a much deeper telepathic connection, and Aire might need some mental enhancements, before she could start to fully grasp the depths she's sent Tanthe spiraling into. It's definitely still possible to tell that her pleasure is increasing, though, in that same deep vibrant synergized way.

It's good. It's so good. She wishes she was a telepath herself. Maybe that would help.

She nuzzles into Tanthe's shoulder.

Keeping her shields down enough to sense as much of Tanthe's pleasure as she is is starting to get to her. She's finding herself greedier for pleasure than she usually is, feeling an impatient desire to hold Tanthe more, squeeze her tighter, fuck all her wombs at once. 

She wants more. Would it be so bad if she just pushed straight through to Tanthe's sixth womb?

No, no she won't let Tanthe's telepathically radiated experiences influence her too much.

When Tanthe comes down from this, she'll start that cycle up all over again.

She wants to see what the differences are, now that one more womb has been unlocked. Will Tanthe even be able to want more?

She does eventually get back to the point of that fragmentary undirected wanting surfacing in her thoughts whenever Aire teases her next entrance.

She does not, at least not anywhere near as fast as last time, get any farther than that.

Well, if Tanthe's thoroughly enjoying herself, Aire can keep doing this as long as she wants.

She wants more though. She wants to see Tanthe's mind light up even further, wants to give her every pleasure she could possibly want. 

Most of all, she wants a deeper connection with Tanthe's mind. She doesn't think that's manageable. She could screen out less of what Tanthe is sending, compressed, through her telepathic broadcasting. But that risks disabling her, and if her sense of how strong Tanthe is is wrong doing so permanently. So that's out.

But she does have two bodies.

Should she risk having both her bodies in one place?

This is the most important thing she's going to be doing in the next century, she thinks. If she takes risks like that once a century, she will have a long, long time before she gets unlucky enough for that to kill her. And she thinks the loss in reduced expected lifespan is worth the gain in satisfying her desires.

It takes a moment for the portal to open, but not too long. Whenever she gets the chance, she sends uses a [Warp] and a [Skim] to memorize a route to the newest fallback location her secondary form has discovered. It's not cheap, as far as Mana use goes, but with her Christa she can regain what she spends. It's easy enough for her other self to portal to the nearest fallback and then retrace that same path in reverse.

And then there are two of Aire in the room. Aire's second body moves to press herself against Tanthe from behind, and Tanthe is comfortably sandwiched between Aire's bodies. Her secondary body lines up her cock with Tanthe's ass and thrusts inside. She's not large enough for that to satisfy Tanthe on its own, but tentacles can supplement that, and Aire's feeling greedy to be inside her even more. 

She leans in with her secondary body to nuzzle and kiss the back and sides of Tanthe's neck, warm fuzzy happiness bubbling over as she gets to hold Tanthe with two bodies and wring even more pleasure out of her.

There's just enough conscious thought left in Tanthe to recognize that something new and unusual has happened without quite being able to put together what. But whatever it is, it results in more sensations in her body and her psychic senses, so she's in favour. She relaxes happily into Aire's doubled embrace.

She should have done this earlier, back when Tanthe was still together enough to notice and appreciate it as more than just pure sensation.

She doesn't have much space under the pleasure and the joy for that slight regret to fit inside of, though. This is still the best day of her life, for all that she apparently left some of the value on the table.

Tanthe's cycle can start back up again, slightly logistically complicated by the presence of Aire's second body. Instead of lifting and dropping her, Aire lifts her up slightly with her tentacles so she can thrust up into her instead. Aire's secondary body can do the same.

New and different! Variety in sensation! 💖

Good.

One of the issues with having both of her bodies in the room is that she seems to be getting impatient faster, the combined sensations she's feeling with both of her cocks driving her to distraction.

She wants to push up into Tanthe's next womb now, not later. 

On the downstroke of her thrust, she casts her spell, and does. Her cock grows and stretches out Tanthe even further, and then she drives her cock upward with one hard thrust. As she pushes through, her orgasm starts. Her secondary body is swept up in it, and she presses herself into Tanthe from behind and spurts into her ass. 

Perfect.

With her sixth womb open and two of Aire there to fuck her about it, she is awash in a sea of sensation, utterly lost, barely capable of processing the intensity of her latest orgasm enough to feel an emotion in response. (The emotion is vague but positive.)

Her latest orgasm also goes on for much longer than all the previous ones, cascading into itself; or possibly it's multiple orgasms, each beginning before the last has finished, triggered by shifts in sensation and synergy. There is so much sensation and synergy. It's not just her bodily senses contributing; there are hints, in the torrential flow of pleasure she's constantly broadcasting, that her psychic senses have been... not exactly converted, but perhaps reinterpreted, into a format that provides her with direct sexual pleasure, and thereby links into the whole network of interconnected mutually reinforcing pleasurable sensations constantly flowing through her mind and body. The upshot of this is that, basically, anytime anyone... does or thinks anything in her presence, in addition to 'anytime anyone touches her' which has already been happening for a while... it sets off an intricate cascade of entwined sensations, and of course the smaller the initial input the smaller and slower the cascade, but the interconnections are so deep and so numerous by now that even very small butterfly wingflaps can cause pretty hefty storms once they've had time to get going.

Aire has never been more disappointed to not be the most powerful telepath in the world. She'd give up her left arm to be able to understand what's going on in Tanthe's mind properly; it'd regrow.

Maybe even if it wouldn't. 

Aire works to keep that orgasm going, to keep Tanthe floating on clouds of bliss for as long possible. In addition to all of her old physical tools, she can radiate more thoughts from behind her shields. Not those that might be worrying to anyone who happened to pass by with telepathy. But her physical pleasure at fucking Tanthe, the pleasant sensation of squishing both her bodies up against her, even the feel of Tanthe's breath against her skin, can all go outside her shields. And so can her awe at the beauty of Tanthe's mind like this, expanded and filled with so much pleasure that even with all that telepathic might Tanthe still can't radiate it all. Her almost giddy excitement at the fact that there's still more, that things can still get better, that even though this is already better than anything she expected was even possible it's still going to get better, and her her possessive affection for perfect, perfect Tanthe, radiate out most strongly of all.

And while she does all of this, she looks into Tanthe's mind and tries to understand. She'll fail, of course. This passed outside what she could understand in whole a while ago. But it's beautiful anyway.

Every thought she sends resonates through Tanthe's mind, reflecting and refracting, synergizing with a thousand other tiny sensations to produce its own intricate lacework snowflake of uniquely beautiful pleasure. Tanthe manages to process enough of it to feel good about Aire's affection for her, and that feeling, even though it's her own emotion, also weaves itself into the same ecstatic tapestry, producing its own beautiful constellation of enjoyment.

(If Aire is paying very, very close attention, she might notice the shadow of another emotion in the patterns, too faint to detect directly. Being awake enough to appreciate affection also means being awake enough to remember that there's something to be sad about, even though she can't remotely hold enough pieces of the situation in her head at a time to remember why. But she is, very faintly, in the deepest reaches of her mind, a little sad.)

Tanthe's positive reaction to Aire's affection manages to spark a bit more fondness in her. There's something nice about feeling positively about someone in a way that makes them happy. She's felt a bit of that with Christa, occasionally, but it's more impactful when it's coming from someone feeling her fondness directly, and when she can watch it resonate through the beautiful structure of Tanthe's mind.

Aire is paying closer attention to Tanthe's thoughts than she's ever paid to anything else in her life. She notices those odd patterns suggesting sadness. Well. Hopefully she can drown that out, eventually. Even if its too small to be directly impinging on her over Tanthe's telepathy, it's still non-ideal. A tiny little note of imperfection, visible only in the ripples it leaves in Tanthe's mind, but imperfection nonetheless. It's honestly impressive that she can even manage to be sad, bathed in Tanthe's lust aura, high on her pheromones and aphrodisiacs, and her baseline libido and pleasure multiplied a hundred and a half times over. But this is Tanthe after all. Perhaps it shouldn't be surprising at all.

Aire's attempts to fuck the sad out of Tanthe haven't worked thus far. Not enduringly, anyway. She doesn't actually have much space to escalate, here. Not beyond just going for another womb, and she doesn't feel done with this one yet. Well, she can start up that cycle from earlier, modified to include thickening and thinning her shields to send pulses through Tanthe's telepathic senses as well as her physical ones.

Perhaps working Tanthe through a few more orgasms can overwhelm her with enough bliss to make those little ripples fade away.

Overwhelming her with bliss is, unsurprisingly, easier than it's ever been.

But, in the greater equilibrium she's settled into, underlying all the specifics of her moment-to-moment experience, it seems that so long as she's capable of processing and feeling emotions at all, the sadness will bubble up again after a little while in that state. And, much in the way that earlier she kept getting more coherent every time she was prompted to do verbal processing, now she's getting more coherent every time she's prompted to do social-emotional processing, such as for example by telepathic input from Aire. So it's not ultimately possible to maximize her stimulation without also risking the very thing that maximizing her stimulation is supposed to prevent.

Tanthe processing emotions is so much better than Tanthe not doing that. It's another entire element to her symphony that Aire finds herself very reluctant to do without. 

So she won't.

She finds herself curious what equilibrium they're heading towards, here. Is Tanthe waking up just that little bit more with each pulse of telepathic input, or is she simply oscillating between two different states?