It had almost become routine at that point. A fun routine though. It was the kind of thing Orion could quickly used to, and it seemed that he already had. The circumstances were always little different. Sometimes he would go seek out Delise, and other times she would come to him. Maybe it was a little triste while out on the town or maybe a nice little surprise waiting for him when he got back to his ship. Whatever the case, the two would inevitably make sure to honor the occasion by reinforcing Delise's thrall on Orion with a little Succubus/Spaceman nookie. It was all well and good, and Orion certainly liked it, but even he found the thrall to be a little more annoying, a little more painful than he could stand.
So he would then go seek out Arabella, Bell, for a dosage of her Devil's Adieu to push the thrall back to more manageable levels. But not before having a little fun with the lovely Potion Brewer as well. He sometimes liked putting off getting his dosage until after the fun because it provided a sizzlingly wonderful pain while Bell took her share of his body. Then, after taking the dose, he could return the favor to her.
Repeat.
Suffice it to say, it was a routine to be enjoyed. Bell seemingly had no qualms with Orion's cavorting so long as he came back to her and gave her a share of the fun. She was fully aware that he went back to Delise. and the most she ever seemed to do was tease him about it. Delise, on the other hand, had been left out of such information. Orion never explicitly lied to her, per se. He just never mentioned seeing Bell while he was with Delise, and it all seemed to work out, so... All was well.
But of course not everything would be "all well". The life Orion was living was one that many a young man would aspire to, in some for or another. But it was hell on what he was supposed to be doing. Indulging in the pleasures of another's close company was well and good, but when it preempted more important matters, all the sleeping around could become quite a problem. Orion was fairly unaware of the problem he was causing with his own actions, but sooner or later he would be put on the right track.
For the present, it seemed he was content to have his fun. One of the conditions of having said fun was that he had to eventually introduce Bell to his abode, which doubled as the remnants of his Ship. One thing Orion particularly liked about Bell was that was she was, in a way, as scientifically minded as him, and could engage him in intellectual pursuits as well as carnal ones.
"So are you ready? Now like I said, the Ship may not be so keen on being totally dissected and taken apart. But I'll see what I can do, okay? But you're free to look anyway."
Orion and Bell were approaching his Ship-turned-beach house, looking a lot like the front half of a large plane's fuselage on metal legs. It was amazing to think that Orion alone had converted his wrecked Ship into a livable space that cloaked to remain hidden from view. Of course, it's raised nature meant the only entrance was a hatch on the bottom with a ladder that lowered out of it.
"Ladies first?"
So he would then go seek out Arabella, Bell, for a dosage of her Devil's Adieu to push the thrall back to more manageable levels. But not before having a little fun with the lovely Potion Brewer as well. He sometimes liked putting off getting his dosage until after the fun because it provided a sizzlingly wonderful pain while Bell took her share of his body. Then, after taking the dose, he could return the favor to her.
Repeat.
Suffice it to say, it was a routine to be enjoyed. Bell seemingly had no qualms with Orion's cavorting so long as he came back to her and gave her a share of the fun. She was fully aware that he went back to Delise. and the most she ever seemed to do was tease him about it. Delise, on the other hand, had been left out of such information. Orion never explicitly lied to her, per se. He just never mentioned seeing Bell while he was with Delise, and it all seemed to work out, so... All was well.
But of course not everything would be "all well". The life Orion was living was one that many a young man would aspire to, in some for or another. But it was hell on what he was supposed to be doing. Indulging in the pleasures of another's close company was well and good, but when it preempted more important matters, all the sleeping around could become quite a problem. Orion was fairly unaware of the problem he was causing with his own actions, but sooner or later he would be put on the right track.
For the present, it seemed he was content to have his fun. One of the conditions of having said fun was that he had to eventually introduce Bell to his abode, which doubled as the remnants of his Ship. One thing Orion particularly liked about Bell was that was she was, in a way, as scientifically minded as him, and could engage him in intellectual pursuits as well as carnal ones.
"So are you ready? Now like I said, the Ship may not be so keen on being totally dissected and taken apart. But I'll see what I can do, okay? But you're free to look anyway."
Orion and Bell were approaching his Ship-turned-beach house, looking a lot like the front half of a large plane's fuselage on metal legs. It was amazing to think that Orion alone had converted his wrecked Ship into a livable space that cloaked to remain hidden from view. Of course, it's raised nature meant the only entrance was a hatch on the bottom with a ladder that lowered out of it.
"Ladies first?"
