Checking in with Vala post

Conversation between myself and 3 characters in my first and most familiar story-verse reacquaints us after some time apart. The talking leads to sex and then more talking. Involved in the scene is myself as a character (a trans man who has a vulva and a Testosterone-enlarged clit), The Queen (a cisgender man), Vala (a cisgender woman, and Simon (a cisgender man).

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I sigh. “It's been a long time.”
Vala asks, “Are you really going to try this conversation using speech to text and not having italics or some other way to differentiate?”
“It'll be a good game trying to remember which one of us was talking although I started.”
“Good point, so who else should join us?” 
Vala wiggles her toes. “Well, are you thinking of including Lady Audrey's family? You would have to make the decision between my Queen or Onyx.”
“I guess I hadn't thought as much given that in the course of your training story he hadn't figured out that other side of himself.”
Vala nods. “Right. Are you going to try and write sex using speech to text?”
“Well you know I hadn't thought about it, although I think it was Autocrit that said that my one scene had more than average amount of dialogue and here we have all done.”
The Queen growls, "Come here, my girl."
Vala squeals as she turns into his embrace in time to have his massive hands lift her chest to chest. “See, that was a bit of action, not just dialogue?”
The Queen snorts. “You just didn't want to have sex with Vala because she's based on yourself.”
I stick my tongue out at The Queen. “Not all!”
"Now look at that, speech to text limiting how bratty you can be. I like it."
Vala and I roll our eyes at The Queen.
“At least I can spank one of you.” The Queen smirks as he jiggles Vala in his arms so he can spank her without putting her down.
Vala moans.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Okay so I have little clue where we are in your story timeline.” I giggle even as complexity flits at the edges of my mind.
“How much does that matter?” Vala questions.
“Well if more people start showing up there's going to be matters of dominance and submission that aren't as easily outside of my understanding as we are now,” I explain even though I feel it’s obvious.
“Such worries from you!” The Queen grabs me by the shoulders, pulls his cock out of his jeans, and shoves it into my mouth.
Vala surprises me with her hands on the nape of my neck. When did he put you down? passes through my head as I relax my throat when he pushes to the base of his cock in. I choke and a pulse of pleasure embraces my cunt.
“That's still a word you use?” she questions while her lips trace my earlobe.
With one arm reaching behind me for her side, I squeeze out a yes.
She kisses her way down the middle of my back and pauses when she reaches my tailbone.
I realize that I'm on my hands and knees.
Her soft small hands part my asscheeks. “This applicator hasn't been used yet.” She parts my cheeks again and her tongue presses against my asshole.
I groan against The Queen’s cock.
She reaches beneath me to stroke my clit. “Man, you’ve gotten bigger. Feels good.”
I gag on The Queen’s cock from the sensation.
The Queen brushes a thumb over my cheek. “Have to relax that throat.”
Vala licks my taint.
I clutch The Queen’s calves.
“Yeah, such gorgeous growth.” Vala kisses and then licks my clit. She reaches up for my ass. Her fingers press into my skin.
Something hard and plastic pushes against my asshole.
“Easy now with that, Simon. First time Joey is experiencing a lube applicator,” The Queen says.
“Of course, my Queen.” And without a pause he says, “Get that comment out of your slut head. Yeah, I've been watching porn with you. I know what you've been picking recently.” He laughs. “You're a rotten little guy.”
I’m grateful for The Queen's cock in my mouth. Their banter has caused me to miss the sensation of the lube pushing into my body.
 “Did you have a plan for this lubed asshole, my Queen?”
“You can enjoy it.”
Simon laughs. “Thanks, my Queen.” The touching at my asshole changes from the hard applicator to the soft warm head of Simon's cock. He slides inside me with surprising ease that jerks my mind into a moment of considering cock size before my body starts to vibrate with pleasure.
The Queen's hands in my hair prevent me from instinctually lowering my head. I swallow repeatedly as my senses struggle to process the much-ness of the moment.
Just then Vala wraps her lips around my cock. 
Muffled but not silenced by The Queen's cock, my groans sound loud in my ears.
His fingers press into my jaw. "This stubble makes me want to fuck your throat."
The gush of orgasm startles me. My throat indeed relaxes as it has only done a few times with Shaman.
The Queen grunts with his own orgasm. Moments later I feel Simon's fingers grip my hips hard. “Thank you, my Queen,” he whimpers. Vala’s lips around my hard clit sounds her enjoyment of the moment. Her fist pressed against my thigh rocks as if saying yes in the tactile gestural language used by deafblind people.
The Queen’s bed appears underneath us.
After the cocks leave my body, I roll into my side with Vala staying entwined with my legs.
Simon grins. “Gotta love when the orgasms happen so close together it's almost like a romance novel and the man and the woman come at the same time.”
The Queen chuckles. “Although I rather prefer when the gathering isn't a cisgender, heterosexual pairing.”
Vala kisses The Queen's cheek. “And that's why we love you, our Queen.”
Simon rolls his eyes. “Really?”
“I'm just a cute girl here, my Lord.”
Simon leans over. He grabs her hand and pulls her onto her stomach. “Well cute girls need red asses.” He slaps her ass, the sound sharp although not really happening enough times to redden the skin.
I want to beg for a spanking too. “But what were we talking about?” I say out loud.
“How the family is doing? What timeline in the story-verse that you're thinking of writing the sex?” Simon grabs my thigh and gives me a hard pinch.
Vala says, “Took you long enough to finish this. When are you going to get back to work on Escape into Love?”
I chew on my bottom lip as arousal tugs inside me as the pain morphs into and through pleasure. I stammer, “Maybe next week? I've been off kilter and not managing to study so well.”
The Queen clicks his tongue. “Sprachenlernen ist wichtig.”
I nod. “Lernen ist wichtig.”
Vala brushes her lips across my lower belly. “My story?”
“Starting work tomorrow, maybe? Final edit? Once that’s done, cover art?” I tilt my head thoughtfully. “Not worrying beyond that.”
“Vala may be struggling with patience, but that sounds like a plan to me,” The Queen says