It became impossible to go anywhere in the grotto, in the pool or anywhere else, without having to step over pairs of groups of fornicating Azurians.

     A dozen people made a line in front of each keg.

     The music that wafted over the proceedings hit Chuck's ears as an enchanting melody soft but that contained a throb, like the music moaned for the Azurians, who remained silent even as they fucked. Chuck's own stroke came to match theirs.  Cathy saw that he looked at the orgy that surrounded them as much as he looked at her, and that was fine because that, in turn, allowed her to look up to watch images distorted through crystal of Xerxes giving the fuck to Anne until they both climaxed. She heard Myanna declare, "I'm next!" as Xerxes flew out of the grotto with Anne in his arms, and Cathy thought, after you, me, and the thought of that brought her to her own climax even as she felt her husband's sperm spurt into her.

     "Aagghhh!"

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