He noted her directness.
He obliged.
PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAAH!
"—KYAAANGHHH~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"
Breakthrough: Core Formation Late. The sky went full gold.
She fell sideways into the grass with the specific, complete, total collapse of a woman who had exceeded her reserves and was reporting this through the available chanism.
He moved to the fifth.
The fifth one peed.
Not anticipation — the specific, involuntary, comprehensive physiological event of a woman in Core Formation Mid whose body had received the full, deep, triple-entry output of a Nascent Soul Mid stage dual cultivator and had routed the overflow through the available chanism.
PAAAH!
"—AAAHNN~!!!—I"m—AHN~!!!—I"m sorry I can"t—HAANN~!!!—I can"t stop—AAAHN~!!!—Senior—HAANN~!!!—I can"t—PSSSH—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"
The warm stream of it running across the grass and across the sixth woman who had positioned herself adjacent and who received the warm arrival with the specific, completely unembarrassed, cultivator-frank neutrality of a woman who had been in the broadcast range for two hours and had decided that no available elent of the proceedings was outside her professional tolerance.
He looked at the sixth.
She looked at him.
"Next," she said.
He chuckled.
The eighth ca to him in the doggy position — the flat, self-decided, already-positioned arrival of a woman who had watched seven of her compound-sisters go before her and had ford precise opinions about the geotry she wanted and had presented it.
He found the position.
PAAH PAAH PAAH.
"—AHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—"
His hands at her hips — both, the flat, functional, pace-managent grip of soone who had established a rhythm and was maintaining it.
Her boobs — the full, heavy, present, Void Return bloodline-built mass of them — swinging with each PAAH in the specific, pendular, forward-and-back arc of sothing that had mass and was in motion, the warm, natural, thoroughly-honest swing of a woman at this position whose body was expressing every impact directly through the available kinetic system.
PAAH PAAH PAAAH!
"—HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"
She squirted.
The full, warm, arc-reaching, comprehensive physiological event of a body that had been receiving input for forty minutes and had accumulated past its threshold and was releasing at full capacity — the warm stream of it reaching the grass in a flat, honest, wide arc.
She looked back at him.
Her face — over her shoulder, the specific, over-shoulder look of a woman in this position looking at the person behind her — had the specific, present, slightly-astonished quality of a woman who had just done sothing she had not done before and was filing it.
"What was—" she started.
PAAH.
"—KYAAANGHHH~!!!—"
She stopped asking.
Breakthrough: Core Formation Mid. The light went up.
The tenth asked him for anal.
She said it the way she said other things — the flat, direct, Core Formation cultivator’s delivery of a request with the specific, matter-of-fact tone of soone who had assessed available options and had selected one and saw no reason to dress the selection in ceremony.
He looked at her.
She looked at him.
He noted: Core Formation Mid. ridians running well. Secondary pathway intact. The Herb Integration passive had been priming this location for two hours.
He accommodated the request.
PAAH.
"—AAAHNN~!!!—oh—HAANN~!!!—oh it’s different—AHN~!!!—it’s completely different—AAAHN~!!!—"
Her hands were at the grass. Her forehead was at the grass. The specific, forward-lean, forehead-down position of a woman who had decided the forehead needed the ground’s stability and was using it.
PAAH PAAH PAAH PAAAH!
"—HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! AAAHN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"
Breakthrough: Core Formation Late.
She fell forward.
Both holes — the warm, spent, thoroughly-addressed reality of a woman who had received exactly what she had requested and was now in the grass with the complete, total, invested weight of soone who had used everything up.
The eleventh and twelfth ca together.
The specific, simultaneous, paired decision of two won who had been standing beside each other since the beginning and had reached their threshold at the sa mont and were executing it together.
He noted: efficient.
One on her back. One on her front over him. The specific, stacked, sandwich geotry of two won who had decided they were both going and had resolved the architectural question with the flat, practical, Core Formation efficiency of won who had calculated the geotry and implented the solution.
PAAH PAAH PAAH.
"—AAAHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—"
"—MMNH~! AHN~!!! HAANN~!!!—"
Both of them.
Both voices layered — the specific, dual, overlapping, simultaneous output of two won receiving input at the sa pace, both in the broadcast range, both ridians running open, both voices at full, unmanaged, present volu.
PAAH PAAH PAAAH PAAAH!
"—AAAHNN~!!! HAANN~!!! AHN~!!! KYAAANGHHH~!!!—"
"—AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!! HAANN~!!! AAAHNNNN~~~~~!!!—"
Both breakthroughs.
Both lights.
Two separate, simultaneous, full-sky-reach breakthrough lights going up from the sa location at the sa mont — the specific, compound, double-event light of two won crossing stage boundaries in the sa instant.
From outside the sealed compound gates, from the territory that extended in every direction, anyone within sight range would have seen the two simultaneous lights and filed the assessnt that sothing significant was happening inside the Void Return tribe’s periter.
He noted this.
He filed it.
He stood.
Twelve won.
The grass of the compound’s central clearing had, over the course of two days — the specific, flat, honest, real passage of forty-eight hours during which the compound gates had been sealed and the cooking fires had gone untended and the cultivation circles had been unoccupied — received twelve won in various stages of their respective comprehensive experiences.
They were still there.
Not all unconscious — so were sitting, so were flat, so were in the specific, seated, slightly-dazed, post-breakthrough position of won who were still processing the advancent and were not yet ready to stand.
All twelve of them had advanced.
The grass was warm from two days of full Herb Integration broadcast. The atmospheric compound he had released at the start had not fully dissipated from the sealed periter. The air inside the compound slled of a thousand different dicinal variants and the flat, warm, present evidence of everything that had happened in the last forty-eight hours.
He stood.
His hands clenched at his sides — the flat, present, involuntary clench of a man whose body had been at full output for forty-eight hours and whose body was, at its Nascent Soul Mid Stage configuration, simply noting this as the current operational state rather than filing a complaint.
He breathed.
Twice. The flat, present, physician’s breath — take inventory, assess state, continue.
He looked at the twelve won in the grass.
He looked at the other twelve.
The remaining twelve — the ones who had stood at the periter of the clearing for two days, watching, the specific, threshold-adjacent twelve who had been at the specific, architectural position of won who were going to co but had not yet co and had been in the full broadcast range for forty-eight hours while watching everything.
They were — he noted — in the specific, comprehensive, full-system state of won who had received forty-eight hours of atmospheric Herb Integration broadcast and had watched twelve of their compound-sisters go through what they had gone through and had been standing at the edge of the clearing for the duration with the specific, accumulated, non-stop, involuntary physiological response of bodies that had been in this state for two days.
They were looking at him.
He looked at them.
He looked at the twelve in the grass.
He looked at the twelve at the periter.
He rolled his neck — the flat, single-motion, diagnostic roll of a man checking his structural condition, the cervical vertebrae producing the specific, present, audible confirmation of soone who had been at full output for forty-eight hours and was asking his skeleton’s professional opinion.
The skeleton filed: operational.
He looked at the twelve at the periter.
He said, with the flat, present, matter-of-fact, completely unhurried delivery of a man who had run the first session and was assessing the next:
"Should we go for another round?"
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