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They'll All Come (Lay the Very Best - Chapter 384)
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 01:08:17 +0000 UTCHustle had given her everything. The Mudsdale's powerful hips bucked with desperate strength, breathless groans falling into Calcine's neck as she rode out her peak with single-minded focus. Calcine had held her steady through it, her arms locked tight around Hustle's waist, letting her drive until the last ripple of tension finally broke and melted away into release.
Only then, with a final, shuddering gasp and Hustle slumping against her chest, did Calcine ease back with a reverent slowness, her body trembling with the last flickers of shared heat. Hustle's breath came in ragged bursts, her powerful frame trembling, eyes glazed with spent pleasure. Calcine leaned in, pressing a kiss to Hustle's temple, her lips glowing warm as the horse woman squeezed at her hips with tired hands.
Calcine didn't rush. She let her fingers drift along Hustle's sweat-slicked flank, stroking the firm lines of her strength, still humming with the echoes of their rhythm. She cupped Hustle's cheek gently, thumb brushing over flushed skin.
"Take a breath. You earned it," Calcine whispered, voice husky but full of care.
Hustle gave a soft snort of a laugh, still catching her breath, but her smile was loose and fond. Calcine's touch lingered a second more before she finally turned away, the heat of that shared moment still clinging to her like smoke.
"You were incredible," she murmured, voice dripping with affection. Her hand brushed gently down Hustle's side, grounding her, stroking the firm muscles with tender reverence.
She lingered just long enough to make sure Hustle felt held and cherished before slipping free with practiced grace. Even as her strength radiated outward, she moved softly, one last squeeze to Hustle's hand, then a steady turn.
Because now, her focus had shifted.
Calcine caught Morgan's eye, admiring those dark, sultry feathers damp with sweat and flush, her body still wrapped in Heatstroke's possessive coils. Morgan was panting, her chest heaving and gaze unfocused, utterly lost in the moment. She looked radiant, caught between sensation and surrender. Calcine had never seen her like this before, so unguarded. There were no walls here, just Morgan as she truly was, and it made Calcine's chest ache with how much she wanted her to stay in that feeling.
Heat stirred in Calcine's blood, rising with purpose as certainty settled deep in her chest. She could be the one to help Morgan see that she didn't have to stand out; she belonged, was wanted, and loved for exactly who she was. Her heart pounded, stoking the furnace of her Steam Engine, sending heat thrumming through her veins. She'd hold Morgan in this moment and never let her doubt it again.
"She's allowed to enjoy this," Calcine murmured to herself, then raised a hand, slow and deliberate, curling a finger in Morgan's direction. "Come here."
Heatstroke stiffened her tail, tightening her grip possessively around Morgan with a low growl of protest. Morgan stirred, dazed and glowing, her wings fluttering as she tried to move, but the coils held firm. Calcine narrowed her eyes.
"Heatstroke," she said, voice smooth with promise and heat. "You'll have your turn. I'll make sure of it. But right now, I need her."
There was a pause, a beat of tension, then a hiss as Heatstroke loosened her hold, the coils unwinding reluctantly. Morgan blinked, wings twitching again, and this time, she stumbled forward, guided more by instinct than thought.
Calcine welcomed her with a warm smile, her heat-glowing hand reaching to gently cup Morgan's cheek. Her thumb stroked softly along her jaw, grounding her.
"You're perfect like this," she murmured, voice low and steady. "You don't have to try. Just be here with me."
Morgan's breath hitched, eyes flicking toward the crowd and back, but she didn't pull away. Calcine leaned in, brushing her lips just short of Morgan's, letting her feel the warmth without the contact.
"You don't need to put on a show. You're more than enough just as you are. Let everyone see that."
Morgan blinked, dazed, her body visibly swaying under the weight of the moment. Calcine could see the flicker of confusion, horny, beautiful confusion, as Morgan processed her words. She didn't speak, just breathed, shallow and open-mouthed, wings trembling.
There was no resistance now, just a soft lean into Calcine's touch. She was still raw, unsure, but trusting, drawn in by the warmth and the promise that she didn't need to be anything more than herself.
"You're so hard to resist," Morgan whispered, voice rough and breathy. "Couldn't let me be in charge, could you?"
Calcine brushed her thumb slowly along Morgan's cheek, her gaze steady. "I know. You like having control, and you're damn good at it. But you don't have to do everything yourself. Not here. Not with me."
She leaned in, voice a murmur of molten certainty. "Let me take the lead tonight, Morgan. Let yourself be wanted."
"She's not the only one who wants that," Hustle piped up, her voice barely above a whisper but full of longing. She stood just off to the side, still catching her breath from her ride on Calcine, but her eyes were wide, drinking in every moment.
Heatstroke let out a low, throaty laugh, her body rippling with restless hunger, tail flicking with heat-fueled anticipation. "Tch. Like I'm not starving for all of you," she said, voice thick with need. "But if Calcine's hogging the bird, I guess I'll just take a bite out of my beautiful horse." With a slow, teasing motion, she slithered her coils around Hustle instead, looping possessively around the tall, powerfully built horse woman. Hustle gasped, stiffening for a heartbeat before melting into the embrace, her cheeks glowing hot.
"Look at these lovebirds, darling," Heatstroke purred into Hustle's ear, voice like a flame running up dry bark. "We're offering all of this, and they've only got hands for each other."
"You'll all get your moment," Calcine promised, her blazing gaze sweeping over the waiting pair. "But Morgan comes first tonight. She needs this. We need this." Somewhere in the stands, Brandy was watching. Calcine didn't need to look to know her Trainer was cheering her on, willing her to give everything she had.
Calcine would do it. For Morgan. For Brandy. For herself.
With a surge of heat, Calcine pulled Morgan in close and kissed her softly at first, just a dabble of heat before she deepened the kiss with purpose. One hand cradled the back of Morgan's head, fingers threading through sweat-damp feathers, while the other arm anchored her against Calcine's sculpted frame, solid muscle under heat-tempered skin.
Their mouths moved together with slow urgency, lips parting, tongues meeting in a rhythm both tender and consuming. Calcine poured everything into the kiss, all the skill she'd picked up, the power she knew she had, and that devotion to her team. All of it, until Morgan was trembling in her arms, her wings fluttering weakly, her breath catching on every exhale.
Calcine kissed like she was an all-consuming fire, and Morgan welcomed the flame.
Morgan let out a breathless little laugh against her lips, dazed and flushed, her wings trembling with aftershocks. "Okay," she murmured, voice sweet and ragged. "Okay, I get it. You win."" We're on the same team," Calcine smiled. "I just want everyone to be jealous I have you."
Morgan pressed her forehead to Calcine's, eyes half-lidded but bright with affection. "I can hear them roaring. Kind of like it," she murmured, voice still breathless. "So, how are you going to top this, then?"
Calcine's grin was slow and confident as she grasped the Fire Stone around her neck. "I can't handle that," Morgan puffed, beating a palm against Calcine's chest. "I can barely handle you right now."" I know," Calcine said, her voice low as she gently coaxed Morgan on, "but you want it, don't you? Hustle and Heatstroke are right there. Ask for help."
Morgan hesitated, pride flickering behind flushed cheeks and trembling wings. Her fingers curled against Calcine's collar, chest heaving as she looked past her shoulder at Heatstroke's hungry grin and Hustle's eager, barely-contained energy.
"I don't need help," Morgan said stubbornly.
Calcine raised a brow, saying nothing, just letting the silence smolder between them.
Morgan's jaw twitched. Then she laughed, shaking her head with a helpless, heated grin. "But I'll take it easy on you."
She turned her head, not fully facing the others, but loud enough to be heard. "You two just going to watch, or are you going to help me bring her down?"
Heatstroke's tail snapped with delight, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thought you'd never ask."
Hustle stepped forward gingerly, "I'd love a second round."" Well, it won't be so easy this time," Morgan chirped. "Go on, do the thing. We're all waiting for it." The crowd surged with noise as Calcine reached up and took hold of the Fire Stone. Its pulsing glow flared brighter, responding to her need. The gem sparked, then erupted in flame that rolled across her skin in waves. Her body crackled with heat, stone hardening, limbs expanding. Smoke billowed around her, glowing embers licking up her sides as her body swelled into her Coalossal form.
Nine feet of volcanic pressure and molten strength. Tall enough that even Hustle had to look up to her, and the horse woman's eyes were wide with excitement at the sight.
The ground shook beneath her as she sat upright, the force of her transformation settling into the arena like a challenge issued. Calcine reached out instead, brushing a warm hand down Hustle's arm in silent thanks, a final affectionate sweep to let her know she hadn't been forgotten. Then she reached down, plucking Morgan off her knees like she weighed nothing. Morgan gasped, wings fluttering in surprise as Calcine hoisted her up and settled her in her lap. Morgan instinctively shifted to straddle her, thighs braced against the searing warmth of stone and muscle, her breath catching as she took in just how massive and powerful Calcine had become.
Calcine growled softly, the sound more felt than heard. "Just relax. Let me show you how good it can feel."
Morgan shivered in her grip, lips parting as Calcine lowered her head, slow and deliberate, making sure every pair of eyes in the crowd knew that Brandy's style wasn't about control. It was about knowing exactly when to give in and when to take everything back.
Morgan was pressed flush against Calcine's lap, her body trembling as she felt the heavy, heated length of Calcine's shaft beneath her, its size and sheer intensity overwhelming. Her breath hitched, wings twitching, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she rocked forward slightly, testing the feel of it with a shaky, determined breath.
"You're too much," she murmured, voice rough but laced with awe. "But I want you anyway."
She braced herself, then glanced sidelong, voice just loud enough to carry. "I think I'm gonna need a little backup."
Heatstroke didn't wait for another word. She was already moving, slinking up into Calcine's lap with a feral gleam in her eye. Hustle followed with a determined stride, her eyes locked on Calcine's dick, licking her lips.
Without words, the three dipped their heads and got to work.
Heatstroke was the first to reach Calcine's shaft, her mouth wrapping around the tip with greedy reverence, her tongue swirling in slow, savoring circles. Hustle followed just behind, dragging her tongue along the thick, heated length, her strong hands steadying Calcine's hips as if grounding her through the onslaught of pleasure. The two moved in sync, mouths, and lips worshipping her with growing hunger.
Morgan, still straddling Calcine's lap, watched through hooded eyes, lips parted in stunned awe. The heat, the closeness, the sheer devotion being lavished on Calcine sent shivers down her spine. She leaned in, kissing along Calcine's neck, trailing wet spots across glowing stone skin, her wings trembling as she murmured breathlessly, "They're trying to break you before I even get started."
Calcine groaned, her hand tightening around Morgan's waist, voice husky and thick. "You think they stand a chance?"
Morgan chuckled softly, head resting against Calcine's collar. "Not even a little."
Then she moved.
With a sudden surge of energy, she dipped low, joining the others with a glint in her eye that was all challenge and hunger. Heatstroke and Hustle made room without protest. There was no mistaking who this moment belonged to now.
Morgan's mouth found Calcine's shaft with confident precision, lips softer, movements sharper. Where the others teased and worshipped, she claimed tongue dragging in long, purposeful strokes, mouth wrapping firm and hot around the base before gliding up again with dizzying control.
Heatstroke let out a ragged laugh. "Show off."
Hustle blinked, panting just from watching. "Keep showing off, that's good."
Morgan pulled back just enough to speak, eyes dark and gleaming. "You two don't know what you're dealing with. You're going to have to work just as hard as I do if we want to get out of here without being pounded into the dirt."
Calcine let out a low, rolling laugh, her voice thick with pleasure and pride. She looked down at Morgan, Heatstroke, and Hustle, who were servicing her so eagerly. For just a moment, she thought she wouldn't mind being brought to her knees by the three of them.
Well. If everyone were willing to work together, maybe they could do just that. But Calcine wasn't going to take it easy on them. There was a lot of Coalossal to handle now, and Calcine was in the mood to throw her weight around.
Comments
Jessy
Morgan when she snaps out of the poisoning is going to be adorable. I hope she wakes up in Calcines arms, and doesn’t get the chance to run away
Irish Not Sane
Oh dam that was the bonding scene I was hoping for and what hell of a win this is for Morgan. 3 on one giant Calcine is going to be epic as well. Still hoping to see Morgan evolve at the end of this date.
