The circumstances make this a rather difficult occasion to ‘rise’ to at first, and you sense a certain awkwardness from Izirina as well—a hesitancy that isn’t usually there.

“You two just relax,” coos the third member of your throuple, taking charge unexpectedly. “Let Mama Costella get you both started~”

(Huh. That… That DOES things for you. Odd.)

Costella’s gentle dominance, while uncharacteristic, proves just the thing to break your anxiety and inaction. With firm yet gentle guidance, soft words and strong-yet-supple hands, she coaxes Izirina to bring you to life. She gently massages her scalp as she guides her head up and down your length as it grows—and grows, and grows, a bit bigger than when you were half-elf if you’re any judge.

“Good girl,” Costella murmurs. “Do you feel how excited you get him? Ooo, I bet he’s, like, dribbling by now, huh? Does that taste do it for you, too? Like the smell?”

The moan of Izzy’s confirmation travels through your shaft down into your loins, and makes you quake, and your hips buck.

“Oh, he LIKED that,” Costella giggles, pressing her naked back against Izirina’s and reaching around to stoker her breasts, before moving her fingers down the other woman’s abdomen. “Do it again, iz!”

And she does—a deliberate hum in rhythm with her bobbing movements. You’ve never felt anything like this vibration, and the feeling is so unexpected—so good—that you can’t help it.

“A-ah! I’m—”

“Aww,” Costella whines, without conviction. “That was supposed to be for, like, somewhere ELSE, wasn’t it?”

Izirina sits up, eyes rolled back slightly and lips pressed shut. If you didn’t know better… No, she is. She’s.. Savoring it.

“Hey, no fair!’ Costella protests, and cups Izirina’s face as her own moves towards her. “Open up. Sharing is caring!~”

“Holy...” you whisper, as you watch the lurid kiss.

The scent and taste of the three of you, of your mutual arousal, activates the alchemical compounds you threaded into her hormonal-endocrine system in turn. Izirina becomes putty in Costella’s hands, as she lays her back and works her body with her hands, her mouth. In a strange mirror of your interaction in the Ashurati’s mountain-camp, it is Costella who spreads wide Izirina’s sacred place this time.

“But I thought you planned to, uh… Get pregnant,” you say, a little awkwardly.

“Oh, there’s plenty of time for that!” Costella teases. “But Iz loves her sweets… So, like, the first pie’s all hers.”

Costella giggles at her own raunchy joke until she snorts, and you groan a little, before a grip on a certain sensitive part of you—and a certain warm, waiting wetness at the tip—pulls you back to the present. You look down at Izzy—red-faced, panting, sweaty with aphrodisiac-induced need setting her brilliant eyes ablaze.

“Ezreal…”

“Like, well?” Costella asks. “Are you gonna’ keep her waiting?”

No, no you are not. You position yourself over her, and plunge in in one stroke. Izirina gasps, and clutches at you, and begs:

“Don’t stop. Don’t’ stop for anything!”

“I’ll make sure he doesn’t!” Costella chirps, grabbing a handful of your butt and pushing your forwards.

Costella’s encouraging words guide your pace, keep you going. Her hands massage your rear and your tights, as she kisses and nibbles your near and ears—less sensitive than when they were ‘tipped’, but still an erogenous zone for you. Eventually, her hands find their way to your testicles, which she gently squeezes and massages in tandem with your thrusts, until…

“O-oh, oooh, wow,” you gasp.

“Does it feel good?” Costella asks the two of you, eagerly. “Like, cumming together?”

You look down through the strobing, blinking lights of your orgasms at Izzy’s face, whimpering with pleasure, twisted up into a frankly sort of silly—but incredibly arousing—expression of undignified bliss.

“E-ez-ezzzzreal…” she slurs, falling limp.

“I think that’s a yes,” Costella says with a laugh, and then moves around to kiss you, before pushing you somewhat backwards, leaning you against the nearby desk. You look down her perfect, ‘paragon’ body, shaped like some statue to athleticism, health, and fertility. When your eyes arrive at her sex, it is plain as day that she has been pleasuring herself to the sight of the two of you.

“Me next,” she says, and sinks down onto you with a happy squeak.