Editing Macha writes a fapfic (section)

==The Sacred Rite of Cannon Maintenance==

When Violette came to retrieve Fennias some three hours later, she was surprised to find the boy practicing his wrangling skill. He had the xenos on all fours, slamming his cock in and out of her dripping vagina with soft little “unfs.” As for the eldar herself, her body was coated in a combination of sweat, juices, and Fennias’ seed. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, pink tongue hanging out of her mouth, dripping semen and saliva down to into a puddle as the depths of her pussy were ravaged by the young human. Macha looked like she was in absolute ecstasy.

Rather than interrupt, Violette simply waited in the doorway. It took every ounce of willpower not to join the fray or, at least, to perform a little percussive maintenance on herself, the Sister was barely able to contain herself. It wasn't long before Fennias withdrew his cock, adding more mess to the Farseer’s body as the xeno's arms gave out, unable to hold her front up, forcing her head down and ass up. Eyes fluttering and tongue still hanging out, her mind a blank from pleasure. 

“So…” began Violette, “you’re a fan of the back view then? Maybe you can practice with mine later…  I hope you've saved some cum for me.” 

The choir boy nearly fell off the bed in response, not having noticed the Sister yet. “N…No! I mean…yes! I mean...”

“We’re going to have to work on your vocabulary, my dearest boy,” sighed the Sister, motioning at the boy’s clothes pile. “But first, we must get you down to the showers. Not only does your body need cleansing, but your spirit does as well. Do hurry. Romelia doesn’t like to wait…”

Turning from the room and walking back into the main one, Macha and Fennias had a moment of privacy. Though the former was still very much lost in bliss, she was able to say one thing while the boy got dressed. 

“Remember…Remember what I told you…”

With a nod, Fennias patted his charge on the head, her eyes closing and smiling in satisfaction as she drifted off due to exhaustion. Making a mental note to ask that she be cleaned later, he tentatively left the room in search of Violette.

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Having finished with her shower, among other things, Macha found herself rather drowsy as she returned to her room. Donning a simple, red silk robe, she realized that she had never picked up her writing after Taldeer had scattered it across the room. The pull of sleep was rather alluring however, and, by the time she had collected the papers from the floor, the Farseer was already nodding off. Hugging the stack of lewdness tight, she laid down on her bed and took up the top page. 

Macha always regretted having to send the fictional choir boy off to spend time with the Sisters, but the words just seemed to flow from her mind when writing. With a yawn, she slid a hand down her robes and began gently caressing her inner thighs. Sleep could wait.

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Much to Fennias’ relief, the hallways on the journey to the showers were barren. Yet, as Violette tugged him towards the women’s room, he found himself gulping. Surely, there was a better, more private place he could bathe?

Before he could offer an argument, Fennias found himself in the open, tiled room. Aside from the Sister that had led him here, the only other occupant was Romelia. Already free of any clothing, the Sister Superior was just finishing up her own shower when they walked in. 

“Romelia, I brought ''him''.” called Violette, beginning to strip herself. 

“Ahh… wonderful. Fennias, was it? Do come here. That’s it, I won’t hurt you,” Romelia beckoned, taking up a bottle of soap as the boy walked over. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh…right…” murmured Fennias, discarding his garments before joining the Sister Superior under the cascade of steaming water. Though he had been naked in front of these women before, much less stripped by them, it was still a rather embarrassing affair for the poor boy. Eyes firmly locked on the floor, he simply tried his best to ignore the fact that Violette had come up behind them. He was trapped.

“Where to begin…” mused Romelia, drawing her Sister close. Using her free hand, she lifted Fennias’ chin, such that he had to look at the pair. “What do you think, Violet?”

“Oh, I think we should start with his chest…” Violette purred. 

Pressing her boobs against those of the Sister Superior, she took the soap bottle and poured a generous amount of it between their necklines. Once properly sudsed, the two Sisters took their place on either side of Fennias’ body. Unable to protest, he found himself soon being cleaned by the Sisters’ bodies. 

Though he had just released several loads of his cock within Macha, Fennias’ penis was already beginning to erect itself. This struck him as rather odd, even given what little he knew about sex. “Shouldn’t there be a longer pause?,” he wondered to himself, only to have these thoughts interrupted. Violette and Romelia had finished sliding themselves over him, and now they were standing in front of him. 

“Mmmmm, smell him Violet. Isn’t it delectable?” said the Sister Superior, licking her lips for added effect.

“Indeed, my dear Sister. But that is only his body. Now we must cleanse his soul.”

Each placed a hand on Fennias’ shoulders, guiding him to lay on the floor such that the water emanating from the nozzle was to his left. Once there, they kneeled next to his thighs, eyes positively glittering with hunger as they eyed his dick. Grinning wickedly, they once again joined the nipples of their tits, moving them downward to envelop the cock of the boy.

Gritting his teeth, Fennias tried, and failed, to suppress a small groan. This was met with joyous glances from the Sisters, who promptly began cleansing the head of his cock. Each time it peaked over the top of their combined mounds, the pair assaulted his penis with their tongues. It didn’t take long before the boy was nearing release, which the Sisters seemed to be able to sense somehow. 

Their pace increased, their soft and supple skin rushing over his, accompanied by lashes from their talented tongues. Moments later, a cascade of semen erupted over them, splattering across their breasts and faces as the boy seemingly collapsed beneath of them.

“Oh my…” muttered Violette, beginning to lick her Sister clean, “To think we get to do this for the rest of eternity.”

“Indeed, my dear Sister,” Romelia returned. “But it is a ''small'' price to pay to make sure he never returns to that precious throne of his.”

Laughing, the pair continued to clean themselves as Fennias fell into the throes of unconsciousness. This wasn’t right, he didn’t belong here. ''Macha, anyone, help!''

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“I didn’t write this…” frowned Macha, turning the page over and over. Yet, there the words were, unchanging. Unsettled, she sat up, shaking her head. 

“You’re just tired, Macha. Get it together.” Still the words remained, much to her displeasure. Deciding that Taldeer must have tried to ruin her story, the Farseer removed herself from the bed and took her seat at the nearby desk. After taking up a quill and a new sheet of paper, Macha began scribbling furiously, muttering to herself. “Fine. Be mad at me all you want while you play with your little mon’keigh. I’ll just write a new version.”

Close to a half-hour later, Macha sighed as she pushed back from the desk and dropped her quill. Pleased with her work, she took up the freshly penned expose, only to drop it with a shriek of horror. Every single line was the same: “Help me, Macha.”