They stripped out of their clothes with no hesitation. If there was anything truly unnatural about this body of water, then it was how clean it all was. The only animals that laid claim to the pool were small fishes, none of which were interested in the trio.

  ““”Haaaaaaah…”””

  All three members of the party let out a relieved sigh when they sat in the water. It had the perfect temperature, cool enough to work against the heat of the day, but not so cold that it made them shiver. For some time, they just sat there.

  “The -se appendix demarks a settlement in the Yurter language, correct?” Celia broke the silence.

  “Therefore, ‘Wilse’ means ‘Village by the Wil’, correct?”

  “May I ask what Kumse means, then?”

  “Village by the Cum, is that what you expect to hear?” Oras asked in a dry tone.

  “Yes.”

  “Have to disappoint you then, mostly. In Yurter, the word ‘Kum’ means ‘Origin’. I once read that it does have its source in the Common ‘Cum’ as semen is part of the origin of every life.” Oras sighed when he was treated to Theria’s hands on his back, cleaning the sweat off of him. “Kumse is the ‘Village by the Origin’, because it is where the Cult was founded when the One Man and his harem returned from the cathedral atop the Supernatural Elephant.”

  “Interesting,” Celia remarked.

  Oras turned his head towards the doll woman. He was immediately mesmerized by the sight.

  Celia knelt in the crystal clear waters, squished thighs hiding her womanhood behind their mass. Decorative golden ‘cracks’ went up her flat midriff, to the petite breasts that glistened with wetness. The golden doll joints of her arms rolled gracefully. Her hands tilted back, pouring water over her golden head. She pulled her hair back, letting the pleasant cool seep all the way down the roots. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted in a pleased sigh. All about her bottom-heavy, white-gold form had him enchanted.

  “I know exactly why you’re staring,” Theria whispered into his ear. “Keep some appetite for your wife, mhm?”

  Oras tried to get a witty response for that, but it got stuck in his throat when his beloved tomboy moved to his front. On all fours, the evenly tanned woman crawled. Medium-sized breasts swung beneath her athletic chest. She moved with the grace and smug delight of a jungle cat. Her bubble butt swung above the surface of the water. Her red hair was soaked from an earlier dive, sticking to her gorgeous features. The framing of messy red made her green eyes stand out all the more.

  When their eyes met, her confidence was oddly shaken. A blush crept over her features. Swiftly, she glanced to the side, then pointed at his crotch. “Uhm… want me to be a good wife and take care of that, bro?”

  “I still don’t like it when you call me ‘bro’ when we do anything sexual,” Oras groaned.

  “Don’t be my bro then, bro,” Theria teased him. “So?”

  “We don’t have time for sex,” he said. It went against the will of his second brain, but his discipline prevailed. “We don’t know if it’s safe here either.”

  “Yeah… think of the thrill!”

  “I am. It’s not worth it.”

  “Alright fine…” Theria punished him for his lack of daring by sitting down in his lap. “Clean me?” she requested, her perfect butt pushed up against his manhood.

  ‘Inhale and exhale,’ Oras told himself, and began the husbandly duty of feeling up every part of his tanned tomboy’s body. “Yes, your boobs need that much cleaning,” he pre-empted the question.

  “I don’t even disagree,” Theria sighed. “The sisters get sweaty.”

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  “May I involve myself?” Celia had gradually wiggled closer, stopping by Oras’ side.

  “If you want to,” the party leader said.

  “...Affirmative.” One hand on his shoulder, the blonde moved to his back swift enough to make the water splash. She immediately began to continue the work Theria had started, rubbing his back and his shoulders to get them clean. She was meticulous in this in a way the tomboy was not, tracing the outlines of each of his muscles with great curiosity.

  Oras was too focused on the woman in front of him to look back at the doll, but he did hear her panting. It was a quiet and yet so clearly aroused noise. ‘Inhale and exhale!’ he insisted to himself. Control was not easy when sandwiched like this.

  “A question,” Celia spoke, badly masking the clear arousal under her voice, “I notice that you keep wanting to suck him off. Is that normal?”

  “Dunno,” Theria responded, “but I wanna do that. I just… think I’d really like proving my devotion as a good wife by takin’ all of him into my throat, ya know?”

  “I do not know,” Celia answered. “I believe his… muscular… tall… firm…” The thirst was practically dripping from the doll woman’s voice as she kept adding words to the list. “...broad-shouldered… taut-skinned… body… ah…” She swallowed and snapped out of her little trance. “...should be assisted and cleaned properly.”

  ‘Inhale and exhale. Inhale and exhale.’ Oras kept meditating. This was a level of desire from Celia that firmly exceeded her offering to be used in the inn. No such offer was given here. She was just cleaning him. ‘I definitely could have her though,’ he thought, ‘but she’s not there yet... and I haven’t done a second Showing of Worth yet. It wouldn’t be right. Inhale and Exhale. Nature, please grant me the Elephant’s patience.’

  And patience was indeed granted to him. Oras felt a sense of calm and purpose wash over him, a clarity beyond the lust of the moment. He knew exactly what he had to say.

  “I will begin the second Showing of Worth once we are back in Kumse. Celia…” The blonde doll woman tilted forwards, entering his field of view. “...as soon as I am certain that it is your will that would answer the question, I am making you my wife.”

  The ancient String just stared at him. Wide-eyed, jaw hanging but mouth closed, she stared with her golden eyes. One gold, one green, Oras returned her gaze confidently. Theria’s green eyes followed the entire scene with great joy.

  Celia surged forwards. She bridged the little distance between them with such speed, her forehead bumped into Oras’. The little pain was immediately forgotten, the sensation of her pink lips too dominant to feel anything else. Her kiss was eager, demanding his response and his lead. It was his instinct to respond dominantly, to part her mouth with his tongue and lay claim to all that she offered.

  She tasted sweet and… smooth. Oras could not quite place it, but it was exactly how he had imagined a woman of gold and white skin as smooth as porcelain to taste. Nothing besides the flawlessness of her skin could be likened to that material. Her lips were soft, pillowy even. Her tongue was hot, as was every breath that streamed from her. She grabbed his arm, pushed her body against him. Her breasts, petite and yet so squeezable, pressed against his shoulder. His hand squeezed her inner thighs.

  He had just enough control to prevent himself from investigating what was dripping onto his hand.

  Their kiss broke only when they were both ready. Immediately, Theria took her husband's face between her hands and kissed him as well. It was a short, deep fencing of their tongue, swiftly followed by the redhead surprising Celia by making out with her in turn.

  ‘Inhale and exhale! Inhale and exhale!’ Oras chanted inside once again. Nothing tested his resolve more than seeing the love of his childhood making out aggressively with the first love of his adult life.

  When Theria pulled away from Celia, saliva drew a band between their outstretched tongues. It glittered in the sunlight before breaking, leaving two flushed women panting, chest to chest. The fire of lust burned inside their eyes. It was second to another flame.

  “Say it,” Theria encouraged.

  Celia’s faced Oras. She swallowed. She placed her hands on her thighs, sat straight, then began to speak. “I still do not know if… what you want from me is what I want. What I do know is… that there is a feeling inside me beyond loyalty.”

  “Come on.” Theria bumped shoulders with the blonde.

  “I believe… they call this… love.” Celia exhaled nervously. “I… love… you, Ma- I love you, Oras.”

  “I love you too,” he responded immediately.

  They kissed again, knowing not what else to do. A kiss between them, then a kiss with Theria each, again. “If we were really pious, we’d keep this kiss to the ceremony,” the redhead pointed out.

  “Oh… I apologize?” Celia said. “I was… overtaken.”

  “Don’t be sorry. I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Oras told her. “Theria and I didn’t hold back beforehand either.”

  “But we did not do the lewd stuff until we got married.”

  “Indeed,” Oras said and rose from the water. His heart was beating in his chest with the kind of force only fresh love could provide. “I am quite eager to wrap this up as soon as possible now.”

  “As am I,” Celia agreed.

  “Everyone’s united then!” Theria chirped.

  It was time to continue on, as one.