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“...Can I ask a question?”
“I suppose. This is your last designated day in Tokyo, n’est-ce pas?”
Indeed it was. Lavenza met with the delinquent, Ren, one final time before his leave. Though he may not be allowed further entrance into the Velvet Room and his time as the Trickster was finished, she still could not allow to let him go without one last farewell.
“What do you do with your spare time in the Velvet Room?” the Trickster asked.
“Well, believe it or not, I have a rather large family,” Lavenza said as she brushed her hair back with one hand. Adjusting the compendium against her chest with the other, she continued. “We have our moments where we get along well, though other times not so much.”
“How big is it, exactly?”
“Perhaps larger than even I could be aware of. It is a rather complicated thing, as you've no doubt seen.”
The Trickster rubbed the back of his head. “I guess I could understand that, since I did help you put yourself back together. But when none of you have someone like me to watch over, what are you doing, specifically?”
Lavenza looked down at the ground of the Central Street alley, contemplating it for herself. “Well, sometimes my siblings enjoy having…tryst competitions. I cannot say much more of that, dear Trickster. Please, do make sure to say your farewells elsewhere before you leave Tokyo.”
Thus the Trickster did head off, with Lavenza offering a key to the Velvet Room as an apology. With him gone, she and the prison door representing entry into the Velvet Room faded, leaving Lavenza to wait for the next time they would interact, which she knew would be certain to happen.
But that would be for another day. At least from his perspective.
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“Well there you are! We were starting to wonder when you would show up!”
“Apologies, my siblings, I had to say my farewells, and act as though I would never see the Trickster again…oh my.”
Lavenza’s eyes lit up upon entering the Velvet Room, hearing the piano starting its tune right as her feet touched the blue ground. The haunting song was not too far behind, though that music was no longer a bother, forever etched into her ears like a worm that refused to leave her brain.
No, instead her gaze sought the sight of her sisters and brother, all in the nude, standing before five respective holes. Naturally, she could see that Elizabeth was the most ecstatic, with Margaret’s eyes shifting about as she folded her arms over her nipples. Theodore had his hands over his codpiece, though with the length his hands could barely cover it up, and Merope seemed oddly calm and casual about being so brief with her siblings.
As she stepped over to the wall, Lavenza undressed herself, letting her dress slip off her torso while she fixed up the black gloves that covered her arms. “Honestly, with all of us here in one spot, I’m surprised none of us tried to summon my split personalities while they existed.”
“That’s for you to decide to do,” Margaret reminded her. “But there’s enough of us here to worry about, anyway. We each should get one hole to ourselves.”
“I see. So each of these holes leads to a different time period where each of our Tricksters is active, and we’re required to pleasure them while acting as though we’re unfamiliar with them on the other side?”
“That is correct!” Elizabeth said with excitement. “Oh how nice it will be to see my Trickster again! It’s hard to spend much time with him after…well, you know.”
Theodore nodded. “I feel that same pain, sister. But I know that she’ll be in a better place for it.”
“Now hold on a moment,” Merope spoke up. “It’s not as if we’re immediately meeting with our designated Trickster for this practice, correct?”
“Very much so,” Lavenza said. “We left instructions and vague details about ourselves, with colored markers on who they can select to get oral support from us. The color that they mark their cocks with shall go to the Attendant that matches with it.”
The siblings all looked at the chart over the holes to recall who would receive what; Elizabeth had a blue marker, Theodore a pink one, Margaret was yellow, Lavenza a rosy shade of gold, while Merope had a more crimson shade of red.
“I can’t wait to see who they select without proper context,” Elizabeth said. “I do hope that my Trickster recognizes my looks by description alone!”
Theodore spoke up, “I’m rather curious, what sort of description did you put down for me, dear sister?”
“Twink.”
Theodore looked stunned. “Argh! As if that didn’t make things more obvious to the Tricksters! Surely they’ll pick everyone else over me!”
“Are we certain that the male Tricksters wouldn’t swing that way?” Lavenza asked.
“Look at your own,” Margaret scoffed. “That one had so much rizz and he hardly had to do anything.”
“Yours has plenty of personality, at least,” Merope reminded her. “I don’t…feel so confident about mine when his first mission is against a man named the Subway Slammer.”
Suddenly, the Attendants all heard a knocking against the wall, gasping at the sound. The Tricksters may not have known it, as they were in distant locations, but they were all sharing a moment together. The five Attendants knocked back, letting them know that they were indeed available.
Within seconds, five cocks slid their way through the holes, each with a different coloring on them. The holes were not put in any particular order, to make it harder to know which Trickster was who, or even then, so that the Attendants didn’t immediately guess who was who off of their color choice. They were all lucky that they were picked at one apiece, though Margaret showed confusion over one simple fact:
“But isn’t one of them a girl…?”
“Girls can’t have penises?” Elizabeth asked. “Of all the things we’ve seen in our time as Attendants, I don’t think this is the thing that we should be focusing on.”
“Enough time for chatter,” Theodore said, folding his hands forward to crack his knuckles. “Let’s show the Tricksters how much we appreciate them!”
Right there, all four Attendants fell to their knees, reaching out for the shaft with their preferred labelling. Elizabeth pecked away ravishly at the tip she believed owned by Makoto, while Margaret puckered her lips with a blue shade of lipstick, just to see if the Trickster would recognize her. She pushed her lips down, passing the glans as she kept her hair out of her face, letting her mouth settle on the spot for the time being.
Theodore thought he had known his Trickster’s cock well, but alas, he was amazed by the musky odor that came from the rod he put in his mouth, believing that she would be more likely to clean herself off before allowing their intimacy to continue. He pushed through, hoping that he could get a glimpse of whose penis he was gorging on, just to know that he was admired by her in such a way.
Lavenza was perhaps the most polite, holding the cock in her hole with both hands to tug on, trying to get a feel for her Trickster. While the meat was thick and lengthy, she had no real clue if it was the man she just said goodbye to, or perhaps that silver haired student Margaret tended to managed to have the biggest log.
“What are you waiting for, Lavenza?” Elizabeth shouted, several strands bridging from her chin to the tip. “Quit treating it like a sushi log and just engorge yourself!”
“I prefer to have patience and swallow it strategically, merci beaucoup,” Lavenza said with a hint of snark in her voice.
Elizabeth turned her nose to her younger sibling, pushing her lips straight down onto the member before reaching the halfway point, bobbing back and forth for a oment to saw away at her throat, hoping it would help lodge the second half deeper into her orifice. She let her chin drip with her own saliva, making great use of it to help lubricate for her Trickster. It was filthy and sloppy, with even the sounds escaping her open mouth being grotesque to the ears of the other Attendants.
Margaret tried to tune her sister out, choosing instead to take a different approach. She pushed her breath out of her mouth as her tongue swirled against the member, teasing the crown with her technique while her breath touched over with a hint of condensation. She fondled her breasts all the while, the thought of pleasing her silver haired Trickster turning her on with great pleasure.
Theodore fondled himself as well, moaning as he tugged on his shaft while his lips were all the way down on the full length, touching against the hole teleporting the rod to the Velvet Room. He left himself there for a short while, a half minute at best, before coming back up for air with a heavy gasp. The strands of saliva connecting the inside of his mouth to the shaft were many and plentiful, almost enough to make Elizabeth envious after all the work she had been putting into her own attempts.
Lavenza finally let her glove covered hands off the thick rod, bobbing lightly against the member while being careful not to bump her way against her own gag reflexes. She took her time, even as her heart raced during the dick’s push against the back of her throat. It was ready to push through, but the petite Attendant was not; she had never engulfed a member like this before, hoping that she wouldn’t be a shame to the person she was trying to please.
As she continued to push the bulging cock through her throat, her ears perked up at the grotesque sounds of her siblings as they moved their lips more aggressively against their holes. She was perplexed at how the inaudible sounds escaping their mouths were, as though they had no grace or poise. She expected better from at least Margaret, yet there she was, intentionally forcing herself to gag so long as she treated the Trickster right.
It didn’t matter to the one she had squeezed inside her mouth, at least that was how it seemed to Lavenza. Her tongue rubbed against the member, feeling a pulse along the length; it was evident to her that she was about to experience something from the Trickster, an eruption that she swore she had memories of, perhaps when she was-
“GHMPLLLPH!”
Lavenza shut her eyes as she felt a flood of fluids make its way into her mouth, trying to gulp it all down. It was no use; the milky fluids were flowing so rapidly from her orifice that it blasted out of her lips, making a mess of the blue walls of the Velvet Room, as well as her petite frame. She felt ashamed of herself, to be so horrible at keeping things clean. Yet when she looked at her siblings, she could see that they were perhaps a little worse than her about the matter.
Theodore stuck his tongue out while tugging on the rod, lowering his head to intentionally shower himself with the Trickster’s seed. While his face was creamed with the substance, Elizabeth made sure to catch every ounce of fluid in her mouth, keeping it open like she were a living birdbath for some unforsaken reason. Margaret kept her lips on the crown, audibly gulping it down through closed lips as she kept her hair from getting in the way.
Then there was Merope, who Lavenza had forgotten until now, like most others. The prettiest of the Attendantes had taken a different approach at some point, offering her Trickster anal instead of oral. When she pulled back from the hole in the wall, the cock pushed out a few more strands of seed that landed on her tailbone, trailing down her ass crack while the fluids in her anus creamed outwards.
The cocks pulled out of the holes, which faded from the wall. The Attendants were left in a sticky mess of their own making, knowing they would need to clean this up.
“So, did we learn anything here?” Merope asked. “Did anyone win this?”
“It’s not all about winning or learning,” Margaret shrugged. “Sometimes it’s all about just doing for the sake of doing.”
“Yes, although…Elizabeth?” Theodore’s attention turned to the short haired Attendant, her mouth still open wide as she held it back to keep the cum in. “Why haven’t you swallowed yet?”
Elizabeth pointed her finger up, as though to anticipate a response to occur within the next few seconds. Sure enough, the door to the Velvet Room slammed open, with Marie popping in with several heaves of exhaustion.
“Am I late…?” Marie asked, doubled over as she caught her breath. “Did I miss the big thing?”
Margaret side-eyed her sister, who still had her mouth of cum ready to deliver. “Go ahead, Elizabeth,” she said, “let her have it.”
As Elizabeth approached Marie to let her feast on the jizz, Merope asked the obvious question: “Who would she have been assisting during this…?”