That somehow reminded him again of the picture he had just seen, of Gale taking in the huge stamen, receiving its informational orgasm. That stimulated him powerfully, and his member swelled within her. Still, it was slow, for he had spent all he had in the prior effort.
"Satisfactory," she murmured, as her vulva kneaded his member. He was relieved that there was no hurry.
Thus, slowly, pleasantly, they worked up to her orgasm, which carried his along with it. He was privately bemused by the way her ample body encouraged his; there were indeed delights to be had with full-fleshed women.
"Pleasure," he said as they both subsided.
"Confession."
Uh-oh. "You showed that plant-sex scene on purpose!" he said. "To work me up."
"I am a lusty women, in any guise. It has been long since I've had a fit young mortal man to play with."
"Long?"
"A week."
He had to laugh. She was lusty indeed.
Her hair unwound, depositing him on the floor. He went to wash up again, as the juices of their couplings were on him. He was discovering that the Red Glamor really was fun in her fashion, demanding as it was. But he couldn't forget that she was really over 250 years old.
In due course they resumed work at the table, categorizing assorted alien species. They were of all types, and some were utterly strange, but rough classification was possible. His penciled notes overflowed the first page, and the second, and the third, but the work was getting done.
There was a picture of a snail-like alien creature, that slid rapidly along the smooth surface of its habitat.
TYPE: animal.
LEGS: One.
HABITAT: Land.
CHROMA: It seemed to be multi-Chromatic. Evidently that was possible, in this framework.
SEX: Unisexual.
COMMUNICATION: Light signals from antenna.
The picture itself provided much detail; evidently it had been crafted for this purpose, a spot introduction intended for clarification before cultures that were alien to it, as the human culture was.
Another was wheeled. Not a single wheel for traveling, but wheels everywhere, spinning independently like the workings of a large complicated clock. The wheels seemed to be made of bones or chitin. It wasn't clear what powered them, as they did not seem to be geared.
Two wheels clashed, emitting sparks. The sparks lingered, forming patterns in the air. On a hunch, Fifth put out his hand to touch the image. The motion paused, then resumed. "Greeting, beholder."
Then illusion image had oriented on his nature, through the contact, and was addressing him directly.
"Returned," he said.
"We are the Sparklers," the thing said, making a small explosion of sparks. "Vegetable, land-dwelling, no-legged, trisexual, communicating via spark patterns. We enlist your participation in the League."
The picture faded as Fifth scribbled classification notes. They continued with the next, and the next. It was going well.
Still, he was getting tired. "Progress?" he inquired as he completed the fourth page, with about 40 species total.
"We will overflow that pad," Stevia said. "There are thousands. I am selecting only those in our general sector of the galaxy, but we will be busy the full month."
"Commitment," he said with resignation.
"Bored already?"
"Negation."
"Try again."
"Clarification: the work is fascinating, but there are so many cultures that they are blending together in my memory, and I am tiring."
"Then it must be time for another entertainment break."
"Agreement," he said, for once more than ready for sex. He needed a change from this important but mind-numbingly detailed listing.
"My alternate is growing impatient," Stevia said. "I have had you too long. But I don't want to give you up."
"Your alter egos compete with each other?" he asked, marveling.
"We do. Each is a fully developed personality, with privileges and urges of her own. I will have to yield you to her, as I have had my bout of sex and it is her turn, but I will spoil you for her."
"Question?" he asked uneasily.
"Reassurance. This will be painless for you."
"Appreciation."
"Information: in the past, it was impossible for a Glamor to have sex with a knowing mortal."
"Question?" He had heard something of the kind, but assumed it was a confusion.
"Only if the mortal was unknowing could it be accomplished. That is, I could have sex with you if you did not know my origin, but Red could not. This was in fact much of the origin of my identity: not only for privacy, but to enable me to have a varied and continuing sexual experience. For example, I used it to seduce Havoc, when he was mortal."
"Interest." Fifth knew little of the king's mortal origin.
"As Red I could tempt him cruelly, but the more likely sex became, the less possible it was. Then when Havoc turned Glamor himself, he could no longer seduce innocent maidens, unless he employed the guise of Hayseed the Minstrel, a mortal semblance. Some of those maidens were eager to accommodate him, but could not."
"Question?"
"It was a literal repulsion. One maiden tried to mount him as he lay supine, but she floated above him, unable to touch him. She was most annoyed." Fifth laughed. "Havoc too, surely."
"Agreement."
"I do not wish to offend you," Fifth said carefully. "But—doubt."
"Then it is time for a demonstration. Requirement: close your eyes and believe what I have told you: that a knowing mortal was repulsed. Assume the place of such a mortal."
"Effort," he agreed, closing his eyes and schooling himself to believe. It was actually easier now that he had twice accepted the Red Glamor, once in each guise, as a person worthy of love.
"The bitch!"
He opened his eyes. There stood Red, gloriously nude. She was perfectly formed and thinner than Stevia, and that attracted him more. "Question?"
"Come love me, believer."
"Gladly." He stepped up to her, his arms reaching to embrace her.
He stopped, startled. His arms would not touch her. Neither would his body. There seemed to be an invisible barrier. "This way." She went to the bedroom and lay down on her back. "Mount me."
He did so, his penis eager. In fact he practically threw himself on her.
And did not land. He floated over her, not quite touching. "Amazement!"
"So it was," Red agreed. "We were all highly frustrated."
He slid to the side and lay on the bed next to her. "But there was no such effect with us before."
"Explanation: it was both physical and psychological. Physical on the part of the mortal, male or female, psychological on the part of the Glamor. Because we believed that sex was impossible, our magic formed the barrier, thwarting our conscious efforts. Once we realized that the problem was in us, it abated, and we have had no trouble since."
"But Stevia told me to believe."
"Diversion. The source of the repulsion is me."
"Can you end it?"
"Do you wish me to?"
"Affirmation!"
"Nice word. Done. Leap on me again." She meant it literally.
He did so, and this time landed, not concerned about hurting her because he knew he could not.
In fact her softly impervious breasts and belly cushioned his fall. They were immediately in the throes of it, proceeding to a swift and mutual culmination.
"Appreciation," he gasped.
"For the repulsion demonstration?" she asked mischievously.
He kissed her violently, no longer reticent about showing wild passion. Not only was she able to handle it, she enjoyed it. He was pleasuring her as much by his enthusiasm as by sex, the latter being thoroughly, perhaps boringly, familiar to her. "That too."
"You are learning."