Gylan exited the barn to find Erinnah while Ellyn took Priscillia's milk, which she had set down earlier, to a work table to process and document.
"Um, Life-mate?"
"Yes, Azalea?"
"I'm sorry. I sorta made a mess of your clothes," she said bashfully.
Azalea stood up, revealing a large wet spot on his shoulder
Devin ran a finger across it and tasted it. "I don't know how you manage to produce something so sweet, but maybe we should find a way to bottle it," he chuckled, then reassured her, "Don't worry about it. It'll dry, and I'll wash it later."
Perking up at his words, she hugged him. "That was so fun to watch, wasn't it, life-mate? I wonder how long she's wanted to do that! I don't mind people I know seeing me naked, but I don't know if I even have the courage to display myself to strangers, but would you want to see your horny little fairy expose herself to a bunch of people? Would it excite you to watch my cheeks redden from embarrassment as I try to keep myself from covering places originally meant for family eyes only?"
She lifted one of the petals of her dress playfully. "If you ask me, I might consider it. For now, though, I'm going to go talk to the satyress sisters a bit more." With a quick kiss, she flew off.
Devin was having a hard time conceiving of Azalea looking embarrassed about doing anything sexual, but there might be something. He imagined Azalea flying naked next to him in a busy town when he felt a tug on his sleeve.
"Herd-mate? I was wondering... could I perhaps, maybe, try..." She motioned to the empty stall in the corner, at the same time she stepped aside showing a support beam she had been backed against was stained with a generous amount of moisture dripping down it.
"You want to try the piston machine?"
Reina nodded shyly.
"You don't need to ask me. Oh! You want me to ask for you?" Devin guessed.
She nodded again.
"Hey, Ellyn, can Reina try the piston machine in the empty stall?"
"Sure she can. Jyora's little show got her all hot 'n bothered, did it? I don't blame 'er, I'm a little damp myself. Go choose a toy from the wall, Reina, and come over here," Ellyn directed while patting the gate to the stall.
Reina perused the wall a moment and gasped.
"What's wrong?" hollered Ellyn.
"These are all made from ravishwood!" came Reina's subdued response.
"Oh, you know about it? So you must know its special properties."
"I, er, am aware of it, yes."
"What's so special about it?" inquired Devin.
Reina fidgeted. "It's, um... useful to certain members of my herd when it gets wet..."
Jyora, having recovered slightly, propped herself up. "She means the females of her herd. They peel the bark away to expose the inner layer and rub, or 'ravish' the wood with their vulvas," she stated matter-of-factly. "When enough moisture is applied, the tree thinks it's exposed to the elements and creates a layer of extended defensive nodules."
Reina continued, avoiding eye contact, "What Miss Jyora says is correct. Since we can't reach back there... the bumps help alleviate our needs if we can't find a partner."
Ellyn paused her work to interrupt, "This stall will eventually have a table, but it hasn't been finished yet. Just back yourself in... yes, just like that. Picked the large centaur one, did'j ya? Adventurous lass!"
She screwed the dildo to the piston and extended it to its maximum length. "This is as far as it'll push into you."
Ellyn dipped behind Reina, coating the dildo with her saliva. Reina gasped in surprise as Ellyn gave a few teasing licks to Reina's pussy, for good measure, emerging a moment later with a glistening mouth. "Sorry, it's kinda become a habit for me with the other girls."
Reina blushed profusely as Ellyn rubbed her slit open, helping guide the toy into the right hole. Wiggling and pushing, the Whitehorn accepted a bit more than half of the dildo.
Ellyn patted her haunch and attached the missing gear, jolting the machine to life.With a satisfied sigh, Reina settled into a comfortable position, letting the bumpy toy work its magic.
Azalea, meanwhile, seemed to have taken an interest in Iryna's milk. She was sitting on the table, kneading the satyress' large mammary, sucking enthusiastically while Iryna stroked her head with motherly love.
Devin stood there, taking in the relaxed atmosphere of everyone enjoying themselves when he saw Priscilla motioning him over to her stall from his periphery.
"She wants your hand," Iryna filled in, seeing his questioning look.
He approached and offered his hand, which she placed on her head. She then took his other hand and started sucking on his fingers. A moment later, a low, drawn-out moan issued from her throat, and she started squirming on the table while haphazardly licking his digits. After settling down a bit, she lay there, eyes unfocused and breathing heavily.
"Sometimes, she likes something in her mouth when one of the larger males is giving her anal, or she's expecting a particularly intense orgasm," Iryna explained.
Devin petted the pleasure-drunk sheep-girl, brushing some of her hair out of her brown eyes. "She seems comforted by it. Is she really ok in this state?"
"Yes. as Ellyn said, she doesn't come down from her orgasmic highs because of her crest stealing her post-orgasmic feelings. Once she gets a full night's sleep, she'll be back to her temperamental self. Normally, she's a bit snooty, so it's cute seeing another side of her. I think that was her eighth male today, so she's a bit worn out. Thanks for indulging her little idiosyncrasy."
"No problem."
"Also, I couldn't help but notice. Do you need some attention? I hear it gets uncomfortable if left unattended," Iryna proposed.
Devin knew she was looking at the tent in his pants.
"Priscilla probably wouldn't mind you mating her if you want some relief," she hinted.
Priscilla perked up upon hearing the word 'mating' and started licking more suggestively, her slightly more lucid eyes looking up at him with hope.
