One hand left her body, disappearing from sight. She looked over the edge of the platform and caught her breath. Alex's rock-hard erection rose enticingly from a nest of hair the same rich brown color as that on his head. It jerked in time with his rapid heartbeat, and as she watched, a milky pearl of pre-come formed at the tip.

She swallowed hard. Guided for instinct and desire, her hand reached out to caress it.

“Oh, Alex. That's a lovely cock. Don't you agree,

Sarah?"

Her daughter's eyes were soft and hazy.

“Hell yeah it is. Looks like someone here is going to be giving Jeremy and Daddy a run for their money soon."

Rachel slowly pumped it. As if in answer to an unspoken signal, she saw

Maria and Jeremy slipping out of their clothes as well. Yasna had abandoned all pretense of checking Althea's vital signs. Her shirt was pushed up to her shoulders, the hem resting on the slopes of her lovely brown breasts, her nipples hard and thick and so dark in color as to seem almost black in the dim light. Her hands cupped them, squeezing rhythmically, her eyes fixed on Althea's face.

Now.

Still pumping Alex's shaft, she summoned all the control she possessed.

Moving more delicately than she would have considered possible, she let her tail grow to its full length. The tip parted the pink folds of

Althea's vulva, and slipped inside.

The sensation was indescribable, impossibly pleasurable. Her brain exploded as Althea's juices soaked her tail. She bit her lip, realized she was screaming, and futilely wrestled for control. Through the haze of desire, she stroked the inside of Althea's sheath, somehow trying to bring her as much joy as she was bringing Rachel.

Go, Beloved. Go back to your body. Come back to us.

The muscles of her womb spasmed, and she realized she had just climaxed. She gasped for breath, her body sheened with sweat, and levered herself up, Looking at Althea's face, hoping for some hint of movement, some miniscule twitch which would show her soul had reclaimed her body.

“Mom?" Alex said, his voice hoarse and trembling, "I'm going to-"

"Do it, Alex," she whispered fiercely. "Give us your power. Help our friend Althea. Give Mommy your come!”

As if her words were a signal, he climaxed. White ropes of his seed burst from his cock, painting her body with his essence. As it fell onto her, her eager hands rubbed it into her skin, knowing somehow this was what Althea needed. Across her body from him, Sarah trembled and shook, and she knew another orgasm had occurred. Then her husband, one hand still pleasuring her, the other hidden below the table. He buried his head between her thighs and groaned as he came.

Standing at the head of the table Like a pagan priestess, Yasna had pushed down the loose shorts she had borrowed, and was resplendent in her dark beauty. But her eyes were shadowed and troubled. Even as

Jeremy jerked and shuddered, spending himself on the barren floor, she frowned, her face twisted in anguish. And as Maria keened and collapsed, her rapidly stroking fingers bringing her to an equally futile climax, her haunted eyes met Rachel's, sharing an unbearable grief. The power of the coordinated orgasms hit Rachel's mind Like the peals of a bell, tolling out the death-knell of a beloved friend and companion.

The room slowly grew quiet, the only sound that of their slowing breath.

"Is she..." Yasna's voice was little more than a whisper.

“I...I can't sense her," Rachel said. She wanted to howl in despair, to rail against heaven and earth that so bright a spirit could be lost to them.

"NO!"

Her face twisted in fury, Yasna tore at the collar of her shirt, then at her panties. They parted with a scream of shredded cloth, leaving her clad in little more than rags. She leaped onto the platform, shoving aside both Jeremy and Maria.