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Town of Sandpoint, Varisia, on the world of Golarion...

In a well-built, finely furnished house on the outskirts of Sandpoint, the adventurous married couple Merisiel and Kyra Silvari lived. The house was large for two people, but the garden behind it was far larger, surrounded by tall, dense hedges that divided their land from those of their neighbors, flanked by the dwellings of their dear friends and adventuring companions Seoni and Oloch, on one side, and Valeros and Imjirka, on the other.

In this garden, rich dark earth grew exotic plants from the far corners of Golarion, including climbing, flowering vines from the Fireani Forest of Kyonin, succulents from the arid lands of Qadira, and lilies and hibiscus from the isles of the Inner Sea. The two women found a shared love of working in the earth and growing plants, both for food and for beauty. Also within the hedges sat a lawn of soft, gentle grass that was perfect for picnics and garden parties, and during the summer months, as now, was blessed by sunlight for long hours of the day.

On this soft grass, Merisiel was stretched out on her back. The privacy of the hedges allowed her the option to bask naked in the sunlight, her pale, nearly flawless skin taking on a nearly pearlescent sheen with a slight layer of sweat. The only thing she wore, besides jewelry in her ears, rings on her fingers, and a jewel affixed to her forehead in imitation of an implanted aeon stone, was a yellow-and-black striped fabric Calistrian weal ribbon looped multiple times around her left forearm. The slender elf’s eyes were tightly closed, and her silver-white hair splayed out like a halo around her head. Petite breasts with stiffened nipples raised and lowered as she panted for breath, and with a soft cry and a murmured curse in elvish, she arched her back and pushed her lower body towards her wife.

Kyra knelt between Meri’s outstretched legs, eagerly using her hands and mouth to send her elven wife into writhing, shuddering spasms of pleasure. The usually-modest Sarenite priestess was presently as naked as Merisiel, dusky skin shiny with exertion, and her long, dark hair tumbling around her beloved’s slim hips. Her body was thick and luscious, with muscular thighs, generous breasts, and wide, shapely buttocks that shook in the air as she vigorously fingered her wife’s ass and suckled on her clit.

No words were spoken between them, only the muttered elvish curses involuntarily slipping from Merisiel’s lips. But communication was continuous, thanks to a divinely-granted bond formed between them at the occasion of their marriage, called a Heartsbond. Kyra could feel every surge of pleasure she caused her wife, and could tell what she wanted to happen without being asked. It was this silent, instant mental contact that allowed the two to explore the depths of sexual delight in ways those without such a bond could not even imagine.

So Kyra had no need to ask for consent – Merisiel’s approval was ever present in her mind – as she slipped her oil-slick hand past the stretched ring of the elf’s tight pucker. Meri’s delight at the heady combination of pleasure and pain the accompanied this stretch filled Kyra’s thoughts as the kelish cleric watched in fascination as, once the widest part of her clenched hand was inside her wife, the muscles of her ass pulled the rest inside until the ring clamped down around her wrist. This wasn’t the first time Merisiel’s silent thoughts asked Kyra to fist her ass, the lewdness and kinky nature of the request too intense for even the lusty calistrian rogue to give voice to, but each of the few times was as intense and arousing to the human as the first.

Listening to the sensations and emotions that Meri’s telepathic voice sent her way, Kyra held her fist still while her wife adjusted to the size, thickness, and odd shape of the hand inserted into a place that had never been intended to accept anything like this. Merisiel’s voice murmured, now, love, please in her mind even as Kyra began to gently flex and rotate her hand, feeling the silky-soft warmth of her love’s insides. Gasps and moans resulted from every movement, and the human’s face took on a mischievous smile as she watched, listened to, and felt the elf’s every shudder of pleasure.

Reaching for a small crystal vial laying on the grass beside them, Kyra dripped thick oil over several inches of her forearm, making it as slick as possible. She gently, but firmly pressed her hand inward, feeling for a gap to let her slide her hand deeper inside, feeling the curves of her elvish wife around her hand as Merisiel mewled in helpless delight. Once she was as deep as she wanted to be, Kyra returned her dark red lips to Meri’s clit and closed them around it. Insistently swirling her tongue around the stiff little nub for merely a few seconds was enough to cause Meri to cry out in elvish, the elegant language being used for the most utterly filthy phrases.

“Oh Calistria yes, fist my ass, fist my ass, don’t stop, don’t stop please, oh fucking shit Kyra you godsdamned bitch lick my fucking cunt, suck my clit oh fuck yes darling I’m co-aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Meri’s body spasmed in pleasure, and her cunt squirted hot liquid across Kyra’s chin, even as she could feel the elf’s muscles clenching around her arm. Kyra could tell that even though she had reached a peak of pleasure, her wife could take more, so she didn’t stop the steady motion of her arm as she fucked Merisiel’s stretched ass with her wrist and hand, pulling out until her greedy ass clenched around her wrist, then pushing in so that her hand delved back in, plunging so deep within that it made the elf gasp for breath. More, yes, more, please love, please!!

Merisiel’s voice left her, words becoming gasps and mewls and then silencing altogether as the intense, continuous series of orgasms left her no breath to spare to make any noise. Kyra mercilessly tongued her beloved’s clit, knowing that while a stranger might think she appeared to be in distress, Merisiel was truly in utter ecstasy and wouldn’t want her to stop.

Kyra’s free arm was busy between her own kneeling legs, the hand with a matching weal ribbon wrapped around the wrist plunging two fingers into her own sex. Her pubic hair was soaked with arousal, hot cunt juice squelching out around the hand to trickle down her legs and drip onto the grass. The pure pleasure echoing from Merisiel’s mind had Kyra nearly at her own peak, which was one of her favorite things about this sharing they could do thanks to the Heartbond, how each could bring herself to her own climax while pleasuring the other.

As she felt her own orgasm coming on, Kyra slowed down in the motion of her arm, but continued to furiously tongue her wife’s clit until she had to stop, with her mouth still against Merisiel’s pussy but moaning loudly into it rather than stroking with her lips and tongue.

The two lovers slowly came down from their mutual orgasms, catching their breath and feeling soft aftershocks of pleasure through their bodies. Merisiel reached her hand down to caress Kyra’s face, pushing dark ringlets of hair away so their eyes could meet. The elf’s eyes had large irises, with pupils wide with arousal so that they appeared as pure black orbs within her lids, with almost no white sclera around them. Some humans expressed that elven eyes like these seemed alien, even insect-like, and complained that they couldn’t look elves in the eyes comfortably. For Kyra, her wife’s eyes, especially when expressing the love, pleasure, lust, and adoration they both felt at this moment, were like dark, limpid pools of water into which she could easily dive and utterly lose herself.

“By the Everlight, Meri…” Kyra murmured out loud, moved by her intense love for this woman to speak out loud. “How can you be so perfect?” Merisiel blushed and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back, then opened them again. Suddenly her brow furrowed and Kyra could feel puzzlement and confusion echoing across their bond, from the elf. “What is it?” she asked, and then felt a startling touch of cold on the small of her back, causing her skin to shiver. With caution (as her hand was still embedded in her wife’s rear entrance), Kyra turned to one side to look upward.

For no reason she could understand, snowflakes were tumbling down from the sky, even as they caught the brilliant light of Sarenrae’s sun, and a cold gust of air was following them, causing the two women’s naked, sweaty bodies to erupt in goosebumps.

“Kyra! Meris!” came the voice of Seoni, their neighbor and long-time adventuring companion, as she rose up under the influence of her magic above the hedge that separated their homes. “I realize this is a terrible time to interrupt you, but well, you can see for yourself what’s happening.” Seoni was unphased by seeing the two naked and in the aftermath of lovemaking, for there are few secrets and little modesty between people who have not only shared a camp for months on end, but also seen each other grievously wounded and covered with blood and dirt. “Get your hand out of your elf, Kyra, and both of you get your armor on. We’ve got a situation.”

* * * 

In the Border Wood, near Heldren, Taldor (thousands of miles away from Sandpoint)...

The fey creatures’ arrows struck home, and the masked elf toppled to the snow with a cry of pain.

“Darovel!” Elin Evarwen cried out, and rushed to his side. All her spells expended, the blonde elfin witch could only reach for her healer’s kit to try to stop the bleeding and keep her comrade alive.

Jhera, the aspiring Hellknight, interposed her heavily armored form between the two elves and their foes, keeping them safe, for the moment. Vendrel, the human inventor, twisted a dial on his custom-built firearm and shot a blast of fire out of the muzzle. Lini, the gnome druid, and her leopard companion harassed the arrow-shooting cold fey to keep them busy.

As their companions protected them, Elin pulled away shredded cloth to see where Darovel was injured. Grabbing gauze from her kit, she pressed it against the wounds, murmuring a prayer to Desna. To her surprise, once the red blood was wiped away, the skin underneath was an unusual purple-gray hue.

Purple skin? she thought as she treated the wounds. Purple skin and white hair… she shook her head. Right now, she needed to keep Daro alive. Asking him if he was… what she thought he was… would have to wait.

* * * 

As soon as they had found a defensible place, the team made camp, though it was only late afternoon. Elin set up Darovel’s tent for him, and Ven helped her get the unconscious warrior inside it. “I’ll take care of him, Ven. Thank you.”

The human looked at the slim form of the masked elf, then his worried eyes met Elen’s. “Will he be alright?”

“I’m pretty sure he will. If I need anything, I’ll call. Just keep the fire hot so that it warms the tent.”

Ven nodded, put his hand on Daro’s chest and said, “You better get better, or I’ll kick your ass.” Then he ducked his head and left the tent.

Elin closed her eyes, and concentrated for a moment, letting her focus on the Lesson of Winter lapse for the first time in over a week, since she first made her way into the anomalous zone of winter weather around the village of Heldren. “You need body heat, and I need to stop keeping all of mine inside me,” she murmured as the cold of the wintry air bit at her skin for the first time in years. As a winter witch, she was capable of travelling through the snow and cold wearing only a light dress, and even walked barefoot through the snow. But now she shivered, remembering the cold of the winters during her childhood and training.

Now Elin placed a hand on the tattoo of a Desnan butterfly she carried on her upper chest, always visible above the low neckline of her dress. Closing her large, blue eyes for a moment, Elin murmured a prayer to Dame Fortune to help her treat her mysterious companion.

She set about the process of treating his wounds, pulling aside clothing and looking for injuries. Once their body heat and the nearby fire had warmed up the air enough in the close quarters of the tent, she stripped him, needing to make sure she didn’t miss any wounds. As she had expected, his nude body showed the purple-gray skin all over, and white body hair, including a thicket around his groin. She moved up to his head and unbuckled the mask, and lifted it from his face, revealing close-cropped white hair, a scar across his forehead, and angular, handsome features that made Elin’s heart skip.

She was not sure why it affected her so – perhaps it was that this elf was unexpectedly attractive in his face and body, and it had been some time since she had more than her own hands for sexual relief. But perhaps it was also that since her childhood in the forests of Kyonin, Elin had heard the stories of the mysterious Trow or Drow who were evil, demonic elves who lived deep underground, stole naughty children, ate babies, raided outlying elfin communities, and some said even more outlandish things like that they were spawned from a giant spider-queen or that they could transform surface elves into one of them. And they had blue, purple, or gray skin, pure white hair, and red or white eyes with no visible iris or pupil.

So, two out of three. Should she… Elin reached for Darovel’s face, to lift an eyelid, but, no, she had to deal with his injuries first. She stitched wounds and cleaned gashes, removed bits of shrapnel and the tiny arrowheads of the smallest fey, which there wasn’t time to remove before. She administered herbs and listened to his heart and his breathing, noting that both were shallower than she liked.

Elin went out of the tent long enough to retrieve the hot broth Lini had reconstituted from her travel kit. “How is Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody?” the gnome asked.

“He’ll live. Needs liquid and nutrition.” The gnome smiled, and the others all seemed relieved.

Elin re-entered the tent and knelt beside Daro, and stroked his face, murmuring, “Wake up, Darovel. Wake up. You need to drink this.”

Darovel came to consciousness slowly, blinking as Elin’s eyes met his, and then reached for his face quickly. As his fingers only met his bare skin, he groaned.

“I had to remove it to treat you. Now drink some broth.”

After taking a swallow of the warm beef and vegetable broth, Darovel sighed. “I suppose there’s no use in hiding it.”

“So the stories are true, there are dark elves of lavender skin and bone-white hair. Do you also live in the Darklands far underground, and worship demons?”

“Have you heard of the Drow?”

“I have, as a bogeyman of children’s stories, and the villains of lurid copper dreadful novels.”

“We’re not bogeymen, but as a whole, we are villains. I escaped from the Darklands when my squad was sent on a raid to the surface, and all the others were killed. My people do indeed worship demon lords, I’m afraid. But I do not share their beliefs. I am a Drow, a dark elf, but not evil. Not your enemy. Gods willing, your friend.”

Elin was staring at his face, and reached down to caress his cheek. “It is not your friend I wish to be, Darovel.” And she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

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In the Churlwood, north of Sandpoint, Varisia...

A week later, Kyra and Merisiel were traveling with several of their frequent adventuring companions and friends in the boreal forests in the highlands of Varisia, far north of the city-state of Magnimar to which Sandpoint was aligned. Along with them were their neighbors Seoni, Oloch, Valeros, and Imrijka, and Harsk the dwarven ranger. Harsk, an experienced giant hunter, had come from his forest hut to Sandpoint to warn about advance parties of Frost giants making raids into the southern areas of Varisia. The adventurers were now seeking to intercept these raiders and stop their predation on the innocent farmers and travelers of the surrounding areas, and to discover what connection they had to the appearance of winter portals at various locations all over Avistan.

The expedition was going well so far. They had subdued a trio of giants without suffering serious injury, and the two survivors had given them information in exchange for being allowed to flee with an oath to return to giant-controlled lands and give up raiding on civilized folk. Perhaps they wouldn’t stick to it, but while Oloch argued for a merciful execution, the others had little stomach for it when they found out the giants were the equivalent of barely-adult teenagers. 

In any case, the intelligence they had gathered was well worth the risk. Harsk, who was the only one among them who understood Joten, the common language of giants, explained to the others what he had learned as they piled rocks on top of the body of the slain giant.

“These youngsters don’t know a lot, but they’re curious and have sharp ears. Figuratively speakin’, that is, Meris. Heh. Their Jarl was met by a human woman in white robes, pale skin, white-blond hair, circlet of ice on her head. Sounds like a winter witch t’me.”

“So, Irrisen?” Imrijka asked. “Ze Vinterhexen… no longer content to rule only ze snow kingdom?”

Harsk shrugged. “The witch told the Jarl that a long winter would be coming to Varisia, and the more territory he claimed before the Witch Queen’s forces arrived, the more power he would have in her new regime.”

“And that’s why, why, that is there?” Merisiel pointed at the horizon, where from their high altitude vantage point they could still see over the hills to the portal above Sandpoint where a blizzard of snow issued over the town. “That blasted portal, it’s so the giants can capture our homes?”

“I think it’s not about the giants, it’s about the witches. They just invited the giants to distract us,” Harsk answered.

Merisiel grumbled and in a fit of pique, tossed a dagger into the nearest tree. As she detoured to retrieve it, Seoni chuckled. “Meris, I dare say you are taking personally the fact that the appearance of the winter portal interrupted your lovemaking with Kyra?”

The others laughed, and Kyra’s cheeks turned slightly red under her dusky skin and blue-green tattoos. Merisiel turned to Seoni and waved her rapier at the sorceress. “Kyra promised me a day of romance. A whole day! Do you know how often she takes an entire day off?”

“From the way you sounded before it showed up, you didn’t exactly get interrupted before you got yours… several times,” Seoni said with a wink. “Kyra might have room to complain, but I don’t think you do.”

“Well… yeah, that’s because Kyra’s amazing!” Merisiel said, and realizing that this wasn’t much of a rebuttal, rolled her eyes and walked on.  She’s just jealous Oloch’s fist is too big to do what you do to me.

I’m sure, dear. Should I show her sometime then? Kyra gave a smirk as her sarcastic thought made its way to her wife.

Sure, and I’ll distract Oloch while you do that, Meri replied with the same sense of sarcasm, then the two looked at each other, and flushed a bit. Um. I mean… 

That sounds… alright, I’ll admit it, it sounds pretty appealing. And I know that S has bedded women before. But… is that really something you want?

We haven’t done that in a while, had fun with someone else. Since before the heartsbonding, in fact. And what better time than before battle to blow off some steam?

Even though I’m your wife, not just a girlfriend?

Darling, what do you think being my wife means? It sure doesn’t mean enforced monogamy!

I… but… Kyra had no complete thoughts to share.

Merisiel scowled. I don’t know what’s gotten in your mind about our marriage, but the promises I made had nothing to do with sexual exclusivity, and I don’t remember anything about it from you either! You and I have had sexual adventures so often that I never felt like being with you was holding me back.

I would never hold you back! If I thought I was, I would let you go in a second!

I don’t want you to let me go!! I want to be at your side for all the adventures a world of sexual possibility offers.

Kyra fell into Merisiel’s arms and kissed her fiercely. “Then at your side will I be,” she said aloud.

The two looked around and saw that their companions had continued on, giving them space for their mostly-silent argument.

“My heart, there will always be a part of me that sees marriage the way the cult of the Dawnflower taught me it was to be – a means of producing new dervishes to spread the word of the Dawnflower at the point of a scimitar. They were, are, heretics if I am to be honest with myself, but Sarenrae is too kind-hearted to cut them off from Her light entirely. That is why I took your surname when we wed – I was only too happy to remove that reminder of my father.”

Merisiel knew most of this already, but knew that Kyra needed to say her truth to know it herself.

“Sarenrae would never frown on us for having thirds or even more in our lives – after all, she is married to both Desna and Shelyn, and each has their own relationships with others.” And my father’s voice in my head telling me I’m a whore for sleeping with so many women can SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

Merisiel was the only one who heard Kyra’s mental shout, but she knew it wasn’t directed at her. Instead she kissed her beloved cleric on the forehead, took her hand, and started off after their companions. He never realized what a treasure he had in you.

And what a treasure I have in you. And if we get a chance… yes, you get Oloch and I get Seoni.

That’s a promise.

* * * 

In the campsite of Elin's team, Border Wood, near Heldren, Taldor...

Their first time was cautious and gentle, avoiding aggravating Darovel’s injuries. Elin believed he would sleep better and heal faster if she gave him some pleasant memories to block out the more violent ones.

She’d seen him nude already, and touched him repeatedly in the course of treating him, but now she stroked her pale, slender fingers over his midnight blue skin in a sensual massage that made him groan softly with pleasure. Pulling down his blanket, she ran her nails along his tight, muscular abs and through the thicket of coarse white hair surrounding his crotch. One hand wrapped around his cock, lifting it from his body, and the other cupped his balls playfully. He hardened quickly, lengthening beyond what she expected. “Stars, you’re big! That might present a difficulty.”

“You… you don’t have to… I haven’t bathed…”

Elin shrugged, “I know. I want to.” She rose to a kneeling position (the closest to standing the tent would allow) and pulled her dress over her head. She wore nothing underneath, as always. This wasn’t the first time Darovel had seen her naked, for she nightly prayed to Desna, facing Cynosure, the north star, in a state that she referred to as “starclad”. But now he looked at her with eyes that were lustful and covetous, and she met his gaze with a seductive stare and hooded eyes. “It’s beautiful, just like you.” And she bent over, taking his shaft in her hand, and licked up his length. He tasted of sweat and a bit of blood and slightly of piss and smelled musky and dirty and male. She loved it.

“Zura’s teeth! So good, Elin!”

She swirled her tongue along his length, then wrapped her lips around his head, peeling back his foreskin to suck gently on the tip. She met his eyes as she mouthed it, and he gave a soft chuckle then a gasp of pleasure. She lifted off his cock long enough to ask, “What’s funny?” but continued stroking both hands up and down its length.

“You looked so happy when you pulled my skin back, like the head was a present you were opening.”

She grinned and replied, “Well, it’s a splendid surprise. Are all drow men so lengthy?”

“No, I’m unusual. I was popular in the barracks. Some of the others had a competition to see which among them could take my whole length in their mouths.”

“Did they succeed?”

“Eventually. A fellow named Zakalwe was the first to do it.”

“Then I know whose memory I must compete with,” Elin said with a wink, and then lowered her head again. Now she closed her lips around his balls, teasing them with her tongue, and rubbed her thumb over his glans, spreading his precome over it. As he closed his eyes in pleasure, she lifted up and tickled the teardrop hole in the tip, tasting the sweet drips. When he opened them again to meet hers, she winked at him, and then took a deep breath and slid her lips down the shaft, stopping as the head reached her throat, then continued.

“Elin, fuck! So good!” he whispered as her nose reached his furry groin and she felt his length, it seemed, halfway to her stomach. She pulled back, coughing and gagging a little, but smiled at him with dewy eyes as she dived back onto his shaft.

It had been too long since she had done this regularly, so after a few minutes of deep throating, Elin found her mouth and throat too sore to continue. But she could tell it had pleased him greatly. The dark-skinned shaft pulsed in her hands, and she decided to see whether he was too long to fuck normally. She shifted, straddling his hips, and pressed his cock against her cunt. Unlike him, her crotch was nearly bare, with just a tiny tuft of blonde fuzz at the top of her mons. His shaft was long enough to reach within inches of her navel. “This might be difficult to take… I’ve always been a little small, short, in that aspect.”

“I’m sure it’ll still feel amazing even if I need to be careful.” Darovel rocked his hips, rubbing his shaft under her hand, leaving a trail of wetness from the tip on her lower abdomen.

“Let’s see how this works,” Elin whispered and lifted up onto her knees. She pressed the bulbous head against her lips and gave a soft mewl as it passed through into her, then began sinking downward. Her eyes, half-closed, met his as they both shuddered from the feeling as she took him in.

“Ahhhh… Elin…” 

“Mmmm… oh.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmhmm. It’s what I thought. That’s my cervix your head is bumping against.”

“Oh. Does it hurt?”

“Only in a good way. But if I try to get more in, it won’t be a good hurt.” Elin felt his shaft with her hand and noted that almost a third of the length was still outside her.

“You need some more, um, spit or something for lubrication?” Daro asked, but Elin shook her head. It was simply that her body had a limit to how much that hole could take.

“Not for this, but I have another plan,” the pale elf said. She lifted off his cock, giving a sigh as it slipped out of her sex, and turned around. She put a knee on each side of his head, her bare legs brushing against the pinnae of his ears, and looked down at his face between her thighs. “Lick my ass. Get it nice and wet,” she ordered, and then lowered herself down onto him. Her asscheeks pressed to his face, and she sucked his cock back down her throat, tasting her own slick juices mingling with his and delighting in the taste.

Darovel seemed to know better than to question, as she felt a hot, wet tongue begin working her rear hole. She felt his hands grip her asscheeks and spread them apart, and the strong little muscle work its way into her dark hole, making her shiver with the sensations. She worked his cock, getting as much of her spit onto his shaft as she could, and making sure to give him a wonderful throat fuck at the same time. At the same time, he pressed his face into the crack of her ass as deeply as he could, sliding his tongue as deep into her as he could. Finally she couldn’t take the teasing anymore, and rose up, lifting her ass off his mouth. Turning around, she first pressed her mouth to his, tasting herself on his lips in a heated kiss, then reached down to guide his long shaft to her rear hole. 

“Your ass tastes truly divine,” he whispered to her as she broke the kiss. “Are you going to take it all?”

Elin nodded, “I’ll try, anyway,” as the bulbous head of his cock contacted her dark pucker, and she closed her eyes to concentrate. It had been a long time since she had taken anything this long into her rear hole, but she trusted that her body remembered how to yield to it. Squeezing her muscles to open herself up, she pressed her ass back, and felt the sensation of his hard, yet soft shaft sliding into her tunnel. It hurt, and she couldn’t quite hold back a slight wince. But the pain was what she wanted, and pushed harder. The spreading sensation moved deeper into her as the length of his cock entered the depths of her body made her shudder and groan. It still hurt, but it was a heady blend with pleasure that satisfied her in a truly unique way. Reaching up, Elin squeezed and tugged at her crinkled nipples, the sensation sending additional little shocks of pleasurable pain to her core.

“Oh gods, Elin, you’re so tight!” Darovel gasped as she worked her way down his member, stopping every now and again to breathe, only to continue as if her only goal in life was to sheathe the entirety of his cock inside her guts.

Finally, Elin sat on his crotch, her asscheeks pressed against the fur of his pubic hair, her cunt spread wide and dripping wet, and below it, the base of his purple cock barely visible as her asshole stretched around it. As she felt it going as deep as possible, she shuddered all over, reaching a small orgasm that clenched around his shaft, but he was too far inside to be pushed out. “Did you just come from taking my cock in your ass all the way?” Darovel asked in awe.

Elin nodded slowly, her eyes meeting his with blown pupils and a hungry, needy expression on her face. Without a word, she began lifting herself, then dropping down, going slowly at first but eventually bouncing on his cock, her ass lifting about halfway off before it plunged back into her.

“How.. how far… is it inside you?” Daro gasped out, and Elin stopped for a moment, sitting all the way on his cock again, and pressed her hands against her abdomen a few inches below and to the right of her navel. She could feel the thickness of his cock inside her through her skin, and he groaned at this, maybe from the sensation, or at the idea of being so far up inside her.

She kept her hands on her body and moved to her pussy, rubbing her clit and fingering herself as she returned to fucking herself on his cock, getting a little faster so that his shaft was plunging in and out of her ass with rapid movements, causing wet sounds and intense pleasurable waves to go through her body. She began to moan out her pleasure, unable to be quiet any longer: “Oh fuck, Darovel! Your cock feels so good in my ass! So deep, oh goddess, so deep!!”

She came twice more from the intense, deep anal fucking before Daro finally pushed his hips upward, groaning in release as he filled her with his hot male come. Elin shuddered there, impaled on his pole for a few second longer, feeling the heat inside her, then barely managed to avoid collapsing heavily onto his still-injured chest. She caught herself and lay to one side of his body, feeling his shaft slip out of her hole and leaving a feeling of emptiness in its wake. She kissed beads of sweat from his shoulder and neck, breathing slowly as he half-closed his eyes in the lassitude of post-orgasmic fatigue. After long minutes of rest and recuperation, he spoke in a whisper in her ear. “Gods above and demons below, Elin. How did I get so lucky as to find you?”

“Must have done something right in a past life,” she joked. “So, more than friends?”

“More than friends. What do you want to be?”

“I don’t know right now. We could be dead tomorrow for all we know. Let’s not worry about what to call it. I’m not laying claim or asking for marriage, just want to share your bedroll for now. Let's call it 'lovers'.”

“Lovers. I like that. Though... Ven might get upset.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because I’m pretty sure he feels about me roughly the same way you do. I know what it’s like to get my ass stared at by another male.”

“How do you feel about that?”

Darovel gave a little shrug, lifting her head a bit as it rested on his shoulder. “He’s attractive, though I’ve never had occasion to do anything with a human. He’s very different from an elf, but that’s part of the appeal I guess. If he wants to share my tent from time to time as well, I’d be willing – as long as that’s not an issue for you.”

Elin chuckled, “Would be a little silly for me to object to him doing the same as I am. I guess the main question is whether he’d want to join us or just join you. I… am not the best at reading people sometimes.”

“For what it’s worth, I haven’t noticed him looking at your, Lini’s, or Jhera’s body the way he’s been looking at me, at all. And don’t humans usually assume relationships to be exclusive?”

“Right… I should talk to him.” Elin rose to her knees and gave a stretch, a little unsteady at first, and crawled out of the tent. Darovel looked like he was about to say something, but apparently thought better of it.

Out in the freezing cold night air, Elin refocused on the Lesson of Winter to ensure her bare skin would not be harmed, and walked over to the fire where Vendrel was keeping watch. The fair-headed, tan-skinned human did a double-take at her nude form, and then gave a grim-looking smile. “So how’s Daro in bed? I mean, I can kind of guess from the screaming.”

Elin smiled at him, and she thought she only blushed a little bit. Moving next to him, she sat on the log they were using as a bench, and crossed her legs. “We were that loud, eh?”

Ven coughed, and then spoke in Elvish, doing a good impression in that language of Elin’s voice saying, “Oh Darovel, Darovel, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

Elin shrugged and said, “I thought the wounded warrior deserved a hero’s reward. Does that make you upset?”

“I guess not, but it’s kind of… I guess I’m envious. Feels like I missed a chance – I really thought he and I had a vibe going,” the absalomian said with a sigh.

“Oh, you did. He thinks you’re sexy,” Elin assured him. Ven just stared at her for a moment.

“Are you gloating? Bragging about how I could have bagged the hot bisexual mystery man if I had acted sooner, but you got him instead?”

“Oh, Desna weeps , Ven! I’m letting you know you haven’t missed your chance at all. He’s kind of worn out tonight but if you want to be in his tent tomorrow night instead, or in our next chance of a real rest, you’re welcome to.”

“So, what, you’re not in love with him? Fuck’s sake, Elin, give me a little credit. You’ve been whispering his name in your sleep for weeks.”

Elin dropped her face into her palms. This wasn’t going very well. “Ven. My friend. My brother in arms. Elves do not practice monogamy. At least not without a specific, long-term commitment, usually a marriage, and both partners explicitly agreeing to it. The fact that I’m in love with him, and we just had a delightful fuck, doesn’t change at all that I know you’re also in love with him and I ship the two of you hard.”

“Ship… us… hard?”

“Oh. Elvish cultural metaphor. Ship as in relationship. It means I want to see the two of you have a ridiculous, sappy, romantic love affair. Preferably with room for me as well, if possible.”

“Well, you must understand that I only find men sexually attractive. I can crush on girls, but it never ends up feeling the same as for men.”

“I figured. When I got starclad for evening prayers I saw Daro, Lini, and Jhera all sizing me up, but not you. If you don’t want to have anything to do with me, that’s not a problem. We can take turns sleeping with him. All three of us in the tent would be cozier and more fun, I think, but I’m flexible.”

Ven looked a little stunned that the conversation had taken the turn it did. “I… guess we can give it a try? It won’t make you jealous to watch?”

Elin reached out and took his hand. “A little jealousy adds some spice, but it will mostly just make me horny. Hornier, that is. I just finished an exhausting fuck and I’m already imagining you and Daro going at it.” She grinned.

Ven blushed and giggled a bit. Though a burly, bearded, masculine human male, he had a giggle that sounded like it came from a young girl. Elin found it endearing. He leaned close and whispered to Elin, “So, you really are willing to share him? This is for real?”

“That’s a promise, Ven. I can’t be sure we won’t break up in the long term – most poly relationships don’t last forever, just like any relationship – but I promise that I’ll give it a real, genuine try.”

She furrowed her brow a bit and said thoughtfully, “Though… there’s something important you should know about Daro before you see him without his mask…”

Chapter Text

In the Churlwood, north of Sandpoint, Varisia...

Tracking the giants wasn’t difficult – 12 foot tall humanoids moving through the forest leave a lot of tracks. But their long legs also gave them a faster travel speed than the average person, so it was a full day of travel and into the evening before Harsk finally called for a stop.

“No way we’ll catch up to them until at least tomorrow,” the dwarf said with a sigh. “We might as well have a night.”

A campfire and tents were set up quickly, with the aid of magic, and magical food was conjured for a quick meal. 

“I’ll be honest,” Harsk said as he set down his bowl, “I’m not sure we can catch up to these giants. Their woodcraft is superb – the forests aren’t slowing them down at all, and they seem to know where they’re going.”

“Can you guess where that is?” Seoni asked him.

“It could be Roderick’s Cove or Ravensmoor. They’re heading generally north. I didn’t know there were this many frost giants in these mountains.”

“I hate to be the one to point this out,” Oloch said, looking back along their trail in the direction of Sandpoint. “But we know these frost fuckers are working with the witch bitches. We also know the witch bitches are using portals. I reckon it’s possible they used portals to bring in more frost fuckers. This might be a larger force than we can deal with, even with surprise, even with Seoni’s sorcery, even with the might of Gorum on our side – and Sarenrae and Pharasma, of course.” He chuckled. “You heard right, pinkskins, the orc is arguing against fighting, and I’m not even feverish or charmed.”

Seoni and Valeros laughed at that, and the rest had to admit it was amusing. “So what do we do, then?” Kyra mused out loud. “I have just enough spellpower to cast a sending to let the folks in Magnimar know what we know, so they can pass the warning to those two communities. I don’t know anyone there, but I’m sure Lord-mayor Kalmeralm has means of passing messages. Or knows someone who does. The Heidmarchs, perhaps.”

“That sounds like a plan. What do we do here, though? I wanted to shank some giants!” Merisiel did her best not to pout.

“Well, lass, here’s the thing about frost giants,” Harsk said. (He wasn’t much older than the elf, but she declined to call attention to that.) “Their raiding parties and war parties are all men. They leave their womenfolk at home, don’t let them take part in the battles. So if we backtrack along their route, we can find our way back to their homes, and perhaps be able to take some action to frustrate their long-term plans. Not that frost giant women are less formidable than their men, but if the numbers of their war party are indeed bolstered by giants from Irrisen, there may be fewer there. Perhaps if we have captives, we can use those to bargain for them leaving our people alone.”

“So attack women and children of a people who forbid their women from use of weapons and training in defense?” Kyra asked with a raised eyebrow. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“Well, ‘tain’t me that told them to be fucking stupid about gender,” Harsk replied. “It’s a weakness in their society, and we should take advantage to bring an end to their raids and attacks if we can. And we’ll give them a chance to surrender, eh? Not going to kill anyone I don’t have to, even if they’re giants.”

Oloch laughed, “They don’t allow their women to fight? What fucking fools – weakening themselves by half their numbers. Ha! What if we preach the word of Gorum to the women, give them weapons, and turn them against their foolish men to put an end to that idiocy?”

“The word of Gorum – that all should be equally allowed to wield weapons and fight for themselves?” Seoni asked her partner, who gave an affirmative grunt. “Hmm. If we find receptive ears, it couldn’t hurt to make the attempt.”

“In that case, we’re not going to have to hoof it along the trail of the giants again in the morning, right?” Merisiel asked. “In that case, how about we have a nice relaxing campfire with conversation and drinks and such, rather than going right to bed so we can get up early?”

Everyone considered this suggestion. “I’m for that,” Valeros said.

“You’re for anything zat involves drinks, mein Liebling,” Imrijka joked, but nodded her head in agreement.

Consensus quickly was reached – a few hours around the campfire to relax would be welcome after the long march of the day. Messages were sent, and the warnings were relayed as necessary. 

Valeros turned out to have brought several casks of ale in his bag of holding, and arguing that he had to empty it out so they could fit the plunder from the giants’ stronghold when they captured it, passed it out among the company. It was weak ale, intended to be a way to keep water drinkable, not to get you drunk, and would require massive quantities to get even one of the more lightweight members of the group drunk. Still, the mild tipsiness and good cheer that it brought was welcome.

With a stein of ale in each of their hands, Merisiel and Kyra were snuggled against each other by the fire. Valeros and Imrijka were sitting close, though not openly canoodling the way the rogue and cleric were, and Seoni was comfortably kneeling at Oloch’s feet, resting her head on his lap. The unhidden presence of the chain-link collar around the varisian sorceress’s neck meant that the half-orc and human had decided to stop pretending that everyone didn’t already know she was his sub, and that they were, even if they tried to act nonchalant, head-over-heels for each other.

Merisiel smirked softly at the sight of Seoni’s posture. It’s nice they can be open about their relationship, like we are now, she thought to Kyra.

I suppose it helped when we heartbonded and realized just how kinky we both are – being ourselves around the others made it easier for O and See to come out as ‘Master’ and ‘Slave’ in that adorable/hot roleplay they do, Kyra silently replied. It’s better for group cohesion and safer for them. Also, it’s fucking sexy. I bet she’s not wearing underwear.

She’s not the only one.

When do you ever?

I meant Imrijka. I can’t see a panty line in those leggings.

Do I need to be jealous of her now too, you slutty little minx?

Like you wouldn’t enjoy watching me bury my face between those muscular thighs? Merisiel giggled at the silent teasing, then blushed as everyone not privy to their mental flirtation looked at her. She realized she had giggled inappropriately in the middle of a lull in the conversation, drawing their attention.

“Kyra sending you inappropriate thoughts again, Meris?” Harsk asked good-naturedly, with a twinkle of humor in his dwarven eyes.

“What thoughts could possibly be inappropriate between wives bonded by the gods, Harsk?” Kyra responded, as Merisiel continued to blush. “She and I have no secrets or shame between us. It is as a marriage should be.”

Valeros guffawed at that. “Hope Immy never makes me tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. She’d have no choice but to punish me severely.”

“You say that as if you vouldn’t enjoy it, Val,” Imrijka said, her ustalavi accent more pronounced due to the ale. Everyone laughed at the truth of that, because it wasn’t hard to see that, while that particular half-orc and human couple was less openly kinky than Oloch and Seoni, Imrijka was clearly the dominant partner.

“So, we should play a drinking game, now that we have drink to share,” Seoni suggested. “How about, ‘Never have I ever?’”

“What are you, sixteen?” Valeros countered with a laugh, but then added, “Sure, if it’s an excuse to drink more ale, why not?”

“Aye, so, what does that game consist of?” asked Harsk. Alone among the group, he sipped his ever-present tea instead of ale, but this was just one more way he was the odd man out. He had no partner in the group, or indeed at all, having explained to his friends that he simply didn’t feel any sort of sexual or romantic attraction towards anyone. He would marry, he had said, if he met a dwarven woman whom he thought would make a good mother for any children they had together, but that would be the only reason. 

“We all have our drinks,” Seoni explained. “Each of us takes a turn saying, ‘Never have I ever…’ and say something they have never done. Everyone who has done that thing, drinks. It’s more of a game for whiskey than small ale, but we shouldn’t get too drunk, I figure, not when we could be fighting giants tomorrow.”

“I reckon that’s the same as Confessions,” Oloch said. The taciturn half-orc Gorumite warpriest was not much of a conversationalist, though they knew well that the stereotype of half-orcs as unthinking brutes was no more true of him than of the red-cloaked Pharasmin inquisitor. “The mercenaries I traveled with last year, before I rejoined you all, played it often. Improved morale and cohesion.”

Seoni chuckled. “Oh, really, Sir? I have trouble imagining you playing the game the way my childhood friends and I did.” Oloch smirked down at his ‘slave’, rubbing his hand over her shoulder affectionately. “Mmmm… I played it when I was younger, we would usually gain points whenever we had done something, and whoever had the most points at the end of the night would have to do some kind of penalty. Or sometimes it was points when you had not done something.”

“Penalties, pet?” Oloch asked.

“Well, Sir, it would depend on how drunk we were and how sexually charged the atmosphere had gotten. Sometimes it was silly, like having to sing an embarrassing song. Other times the loser or losers had to strip naked, and one time it got to the point where the loser was urged to go down on the person with the least points, especially because he had said that he had never sucked a dick and…” with that, Seoni seemed to realize what she was saying and blushed hard, her magical tattoos swirling with light as she tried to regain composure. “Ah, are you sure this is only small ale, Val? My tongue is looser than I expected.”

Valeros shrugged. “Are we really complaining about loose tongues? That’s the point of the game, anyway.”

“So we’re doing this?” asked Kyra. Merisiel knew that her wife wasn’t bothered by revealing secrets about herself, not to these people she loved and trusted so well, and was intrigued by what others might say.

The others looked around, and whether it was the warmth of the fire, the light buzz of the alcohol, or just the knowledge that the following day they would likely be facing a perilous fight against a group of frost giants, or some combination of these factors, it was clear the consensus was for playing the game.

“I will start,” Oloch stated as if no argument was possible, “and then, to the right. Hmm. Alright. ‘I Confess that I have never,’ hmm… well, as my pet said, ‘sucked a dick’.” 

Merisiel lifted her ale to her lips, her mind briefly flashing over the numerous men she’d given head to over her long life. Kyra, sensing these images, was amused rather than jealous or repelled – just one more reason the bisexual elf adored her. Across the fire, Seoni and Imrijka drank, as did, to her surprise, Valeros. “Val! Who’s the lucky guy?” she asked, laughing. The others seemed surprised as well.

“Not a guy,” the caydenite swordsman protested. “There’s this tiefling lass in Riddleport – she’s got one of each, y’know? Lavender Lil, you probably heard of her. And when I make love to a woman, I do so with every part of her.” He held his ale tankard up like a salute, while his girlfriend rolled her eyes and the others laughed. “It’s about the person, not the parts, you know? She’s all woman, no matter what’s under her skirts.”

* * *

Four years ago, in the House of the Silken Veil, Riddleport, Varisia...

The room was opulent and a little garish, but not too much. People expected a brothel to be a little campy, after all.

“Lavender” Lil fit perfectly in the room. In a dark blue silk shift with lace fringe that showed off her attractive cleavage, the subtle violet tint to her skin was clear. The color would make her fiend-blooded status clear, even if her tiny horns, magenta eyes, and prehensile tail weren’t a dead giveaway, not that Valeros cared about her heritage. It felt to him that even though she had just moved in, this room had been waiting for her all her life.

“Gee, Mr. Val, it sure is swell of you to be my first client after you helped me get out of that old place. How can I ever repay you?” Lil’s voice had an enticing quality, a mix of innocence and sultriness that was part of her popularity as a courtesan. With the aid of Val, Merisiel, and some of their friends, she had gotten out of an exploitative contract with one of the less reputable madams of the city of Riddleport, and aided her in getting into the House of the Silken Veils, the brothel associated with the city’s temple of Calistria, who held that coercion or mistreatment of sex workers was anathema.

“Hey, now, Lil, I just gave you a helping hand in a time of need – you can repay me by doing the same for someone else. And of course I expect a hero’s thanks this evening,” Valeros said, sitting down to unlace his boots. 

“No, no, let me. I’m giving you the full deluxe treatment, after all!” Lil knelt down by Val’s feet and worked on unlacing his boots. As he sat back to let her work, his gaze fell on the voluptuous curves of her bosom, shown off so perfectly by her thin garment. As she unlaced, she looked up at him and noticed where his eyes were. “I’d say my eyes are up here, but it looks like you’ve made your choice! Here, let me give you a little bit better look.” Lil tugged at her shift until it exposed even more of her breasts, including the upper halves of her deep purple areolae. She grinned up at him and pulled at his boots until his feet were free, then moved up to start on his leather jacket. “So Val, you should know, I got a little extra down there…”

Valeros broke in. “I heard, it’s no matter to me. In fact, I think it’ll be fun to have something more to play with. But, could I see it?”

Lil nodded. She lifted up her shift to expose the silk briefs she was wearing, and then pushed them down, shimmying her hips to drop them to the floor. Now naked below the waist, she revealed to Valeros what she was speaking of – a slender but unmistakable erect cock with a petite set of balls under it. To show the rest, she lifted it and pressed it to her stomach, and then lifted and spread her balls apart to show a wet slit between them – to all appearances, a perfectly fuckable pussy.

“You must be popular! Such a pretty little… I don’t know quite what to call it.”

“Oh, I just call it my cock, my dick. No reason making it complicated. So you think it’s pretty?”

“Oh yes! It’s just, well, perfect for you. A nice slender size, with a pretty purple tip and just a little curve to it. I’ve seen a few in my day and this is, well, as feminine and pretty as you are.”

“Aww, gosh Mr. Val, I’m blushing!” Lil’s face and chest were now a darker purple, showing a blush all the way up to her ears. She quickly went back to unlacing and tugging and pulling off until Valeros was naked before her. “Ohh, well there’s nothing slender or feminine about this!” She wrapped her small hand around his shaft, giving it a few gentle strokes.

Val gave a groan of pleasure, then reached down to return the gesture, clasping his broad hand around hers, stroking it as well. “Oh Lil, what would you like to do first?”

Lil continued stroking him, rocking her hips in rhythm with his strokes on her. “Mmmm, this feels so nice… but you paid for me, Mr. Val. It’s time for me to treat you.” She knelt down in front of the chair and leaned forward, taking his fat tip between her lips and suckling it gently, her hands continuing the strokes as her tongue twisted around his glans. Soon, Val was groaning again, as the tiefling’s mouth slid down his shaft until his entire shaft was inside and her nose was pressed into the hairy root of his cock. He could feel the head sliding down her tight throat, then she pulled back and grinned before diving back onto his cock.

“Ohh fuck, Lil! By Cayden’s cups, that’s amazing!” Valeros closed his eyes and sat back, letting Lil’s expert oral pleasure wash over him. He felt her clever hands rubbing and massaging his sack and the sensitive skin behind it. It had been a while, and it wasn’t long before he felt his pleasure rising. “Lil, I’m going to… aaah!”

Lil pulled his cock out of her throat to her mouth, and took his seed over her tongue. After his last toe-curling, teeth clenching spasm, she pulled back and showed him the sight of his white come in her mouth, then closed it and swallowed with an audible gulp, followed by licking her lips.

“By the gods, Lil, you’re amazing at that. Worth every pinch.”

“Gee, thanks Mr. Val.” Lil stood up from her kneeling position and stretched, and her stiff erection bobbed in front of her, since her dress was still bunched up around her waist. Valeros watched its motion and saw a gleaming droplet of liquid at the tip.

“Doing that turned you on, eh?”

“Oh sure! You’ve got a really nice cock, Mr. Val, and you’re clean and your skin is soft and you smell good. And you make really fun noises, and that lets me know how good I’m making you feel. So yeah, you could say so.”

“How about I return the favor?” Val stood shakily, supporting himself with a hand on the arm of the chair, and moved to the luxurious bed, sitting again heavily.

“You want to go down on me?”

“Sure do. I’ve never done this before so I won’t be as good as you were, but I figure I know what feels good to someone with a dick.”

“So how…ooh!” Valeros cut her off by grabbing her hips and pulling him towards her, positioning herself in front of him as he sat on the bed. His hands squeezed her asscheeks as he bent over and took a close look at her equipment. She was hairless, either naturally or very carefully shaved or plucked, and although there was no doubt whatsoever that this was a cock, it smelled like a pussy – most likely because there was one between her testes. Testing things out, he put one hand on her balls and slid two fingers between them, into her hot channel. That made her gasp, so clearly it was good.

The bead of shiny liquid at the tip caught his eye again. Almost on instinct, he leaned down and captured it with his tongue, licking over the head and tasting a sweet flavor that he decided was entirely to his liking. Her foreskin had pulled back when she became fully erect, and he swirled his tongue around the tip, tasting more of that sweet precome.

“Oh, Val! Yes, ohhh that feels so good! Keep doing that!” Lil put one hand into his hair, running her fingernails through it to encourage him to continue.

Valeros teased her glans with his tongue for a bit, then decided to go further. He leaned further down, taking her shaft into his mouth, careful to cover his teeth with his lips. He recalled the first time a girl tried to go down on him who forgot to do that, and made it a very unpleasant experience, so he did his best to treat Lil better. Her shaft felt warm and firm against his tongue, and as he slid his lips down it, he felt her shiver and mewl softly. This is as fun as going down on a woman with a pussy, he thought. Except, she had a pussy, as well! So why not get it involved too? He pressed two fingers into the hot slit between Lil’s balls, and slid them in, to an approving groan from her.

Now Lil was breathing heavily, and he felt like his one handed grip on her ass was helping her stay steady, so he squeezed it further. With his other hand, he began to fuck her pussy with the two fingers in it, pumping in and out as he bobbed his head up and down, feeling the shaft slide in and out of his mouth. It was long enough that he couldn’t quite get the whole thing in, like she had, because when he tried he felt like he was going to gag. Right, right, that was something that women got too, unless they were lucky or had practiced ignoring it. So he stopped an inch or so before the smooth, lilac skin of her groin on each stroke, and felt the sweet liquid he licked up before trickling over his tongue. Bobbing his head, he found the way he could make her react as he sucked the length into his mouth to be unexpectedly pleasant.

Experimentally, he began a come-hither motion with his fingers in her cunt, knowing that most women had a sensitive spot on the upper forward portion of their channel. In Lil’s case, though, there was a hard knot there, a firm round shape he could feel through her flesh, and when he rubbed his fingers over it, she cried out in pleasure and her knees almost buckled. He tasted a greater amount of that sweet liquid, now flowing over his tongue and down his throat in a steady series of pulses, and he heard her put one hand out to grip the bedpost for support. Aha! I guess that’s the ticket, he thought, and stroked that little hard ball – it reminded him of a walnut in shape and size – repeatedly. Lil’s cries didn’t stop, and neither did the pulses of liquid in his mouth. Her cunt was also clenching around his fingers, but not tight enough to keep him from stroking her pleasure spot.

Eventually the courtesan’s legs could no longer support her, and Valeros found the cock slipping from his mouth as she collapsed bonelessly to the floor. Immediately concerned, the fighting man reached for her, pulling her up into an embrace. He swallowed the remaining taste of her in his mouth, and immediately felt a little disappointed that he had to stop sucking. That had been very enjoyable, having her pleasure under his complete control, and he realized what exactly those who said they enjoyed pleasing men in this way meant.

“Oh, Calistria’s tits, Val!” Lil moaned as she came back to her senses. “I couldn’t stop coming! It was just one orgasm after another!” Valeros noticed that her voice wasn't as high-pitched and lacked the affected innocent-sexpot lilt. Makes sense, that persona is a bit of an act, but it sure is attractive. 

“Oh, you mean, you were coming in my mouth?” Lil nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. I just tasted a sweet liquid and kept swallowing as it came in. Very nice. Um, do you know what you taste like?”

“Oh, of course. Sometimes when I’m alone, I take care of myself, and lick it up afterwards. You’re right, it’s a very sweet and pleasant taste. I’m glad you liked it – because I certainly did!”

“There was this little hard button in there, like a walnut–”

“Oh, yes, you found my prostate.”

“What now?”

“Well, I’ve got a little of both sorts of anatomy down there. Men generally have a hard little gland there that’s right behind the base of the cock, and if you slide a finger in their ass and stroke it – like you did to me in my pussy – it can feel really good and make them come, or help them come harder. I’ve got one too, since I think it has something to do with making their seed. Women have something like it, but much smaller, in the same place I have mine.”

“Right, I think of that as the ‘come hither’ spot.” Val winked. "Pun fully intended."

“Heee, Mr. Val, you’re adorable! In Calistria’s church it’s called a ‘G-spot’ but I forget what the G stands for. ‘Go get it’ maybe, hee-hee.” Lil kissed him on the lips gently, and then pulled back and blushed. “Oh, sorry, I should have asked first.” Her persona was back, but he didn't mind. 

Valeros pulled her back for another kiss. “Nothing to apologize for.”

* * *

The Border Wood, near Heldren, Taldor...

The hunt had been long, but Elin, Darovel, Vendrel, Lini and Jhera had followed the cold fey, elementals, and winter monsters’ trail back to the portal at the center of the emanating cold that was turning the summer of the Border Wood into an unseasonable winter. There, they had defeated a powerful, though diminutive, fey spellcaster, a crude and violent ice mephit, and a moss troll who seemed reluctant to fight but insisted they must leave the vicinity of the portal immediately or be subdued or slain. When they refused, he fought to the death, as had many of the other winter creatures they had faced.

“Who is behind this?” Jhera asked Elin as they caught their breath after the battle was won. “You’re a winter witch – is it someone you know or have heard of?”

Elin shook her head at the pale-skinned Chelaxian, who had removed her horned Hellknight helmet to breathe freely after their pitched conflict with the troll. “There are many witches across the lands who have learned the Lesson of Winter as I have, but the largest concentration by far is in Irrisen, the land of eternal winter. These cold fey and monsters must have come from there, through the portal.”

Darovel also sat down, unfastening his mask and rubbing his face. Since Elin had first learned of his nature the previous night, the others had all learned as well. “This seems like an invasion. They’re trying to spread the eternal winter of Irrisen to the rest of the world, or at least surrounding countries.”

Vendrel was using a set of goggles he had said could reveal magic patterns to examine the portal. Lini was playing with Droogami, her snow leopard companion, who had feasted on the bodies of the slain fey creatures and now was bounding through the snow happily.

“Damn them,” Jhera muttered, and her eyes briefly flashed a pale blue. Elin could tell she had some kind of more-than-human essence to her nature, but wasn’t sure entirely what. Her skin was so pale it was like porcelain, and Elin was sure she’d seen a faint reflection of light on it, as if it really was a hard, reflective material of some sort. But she had yet to get close enough to the very reserved Hellknight armiger to actually touch her skin. “I accepted the charge to help you deal with this from Councillor Teppen, as it is a duty of a Hellknight to assist lawful leaders deal with uncivilized disruptions.”

“And she paid us,” Darovel added.

“That too. But I am needed at Citadel Dinyar. I do not seek to rebuff an invasion. We should destroy their snow houses and materials here, and return to Heldren to report what we’ve seen, so that they can request assistance from the Taldane authorities.”

“Elin! Daro! Jhera! Come quickly!” Vendrel called. “Something’s happening at the portal! I think something’s coming through!”

“By the Godclaw!” Jhera said, snatching up her spiked morningstar and moving towards the portal site, Darovel and Elin just behind her, and Lini running to catch up on her short gnomish legs.

They all assumed a position of readiness by the portal, prepared to face whatever threat appeared… only to see a bloody, staggering, barely conscious old man step out of the snow-filled opening and manage but three paces towards them before collapsing in the snow.

He was wearing full plate armor, dark, broken, and blood-splattered. A shredded cloak hung behind him, and his head was bare, no helm protecting it. He appeared human, aged and grey-haired, with a bushy beard matted with the blood trickling from his lips.

Elin gave a cry and took a step forward, but Jhera put a hand on her shoulder. “Careful, witch! His appearance may be a ruse.” She stepped forward, morningstar raised, and called out, “Who are you? Why are you here, and who has wounded you?”

“Black Rider… herald of… queen of witches…” the man said in between coughs, each of which stained his beard further with dark blood.

The five looked at each other in surprise. “Queen of witches? You mean Queen of Irrisen? Elvanna?” asked Veldren.

“Fuck Elvanna!” the man spat with unexpected venom, then coughed again. Elin cast a healing spell on him, her last for the day, and he smiled at her kindly. “You are good to an old man, my girl, but I fear the injuries are such that I cannot last long even with that assistance. The truth is, I should have died ages ago, but the Queen of Witches kept me alive with her magic. Now she has been betrayed by her own daughter, and the power keeping me and my brothers alive is failing. But before I pass on, I can answer your questions, for I can see how confused my appearance has made you.”

“You mean…” Elin said, then lowered her voice, “Baba Yaga?”

“Aye, she is known by that name more often than any other. Once, I was called Illarion Matveius. Now I am Baba Yaga’s Black Rider, harbinger of the Witch Queen’s return. Every hundred years, she returns to Irrisen to place a new daughter on the throne. But her bitch of a daughter has other plans, it seems. The true queen has not appeared as planned, and Elvanna intends to slay everyone loyal to her mother. She hunted down my brothers and I, and each of us fled to find someone who could take up our cause.”

“So what is all this? She is invading Taldor?” Darovel asked.

“Taldor, Varisia, Cheliax – all of Avistan, and then all of Golarion. She seeks to cover the entire world in ice and snow, using portals like this one.”

“Damnation,” Jhera swore, “the order of the Godclaw must be told about this. I can bring a legion of Hellknights to put a stop to this chaos.”

“No time for reinforcements. No time at all. This portal is created by the Pale Tower, on the other side in Irrisen, but it is but one of many. You can close it, since it is closest to you, and threatens your country, I suppose, but the others will continue to create snow and ice and will usher in a new ice age across the world.”

“How can it be stopped? One land of winter is enough – we cannot have the entire world be always winter and never Crystalhue!!” Lini exclaimed. The others smiled in amusement at the whimsical gnome’s focus on her favorite holiday, but their good humor didn’t last long.

“Only Baba Yaga can stop this,” answered the Rider. “Her Dancing Hut was stolen by Elvanna and placed in Whitethrone, Irrisen’s capital. Someone who is willing to take up the mantle of the Black Rider must go there, free the hut, and use its capabilities to travel to distant lands, even other worlds, in search of her. I fear she is imprisoned somewhere far beyond our ability to travel by any other means.

“The Dancing Hut is controlled by keys – mundane items empowered by Baba Yaga to allow their bearers to enter the hut and direct it. The keys held by my brothers must have been taken by Elvanna, and the ones I carry are weak. They cannot take the hut directly to her, but it can retrace her path, find another set of keys that can take you to another set of keys, and so on until her place of imprisonment is at hand.”

“If you give us the keys, we can make sure that this is done,” Jhera said. “By the Godclaw, I will see that my order makes it our mission.”

“I can only give them to you if I pass on my mantle,” Illarion said. “Will you accept?”

“Yes,” each of the five said, one after the other.

Illarion took two objects from within his cloak – a plague doctor’s mask, and a lock of thick white hair tied with a brown ribbon. He placed both onto the snow in front of him, then drew his sword, which was notched and damaged, but still had a sharp edge. “Then I pass the Mantle of the Black Rider onto the five of you. Find the Queen of Witches, save Irrisen – save your world.”

And without any warning, the Black Rider slashed his own throat.

A waterfall of dark red blood cascaded down into the snow, bathing the two objects in it. Elin gasped and called upon her magic, trying to use the meager power she had remaining to stop his life’s blood from gushing out, but the life left his eyes almost immediately, and the old man collapsed again into the snow, leaving a spreading red pool underneath him. As the blood washed over the mask and hair, it absorbed into them, leaving them spotless. His armor and cloak vanished, leaving only the body of a wizened old human in a simple black tunic in the middle of a bloodstained pocket of snow.

Chapter Text

Campsite in the Churlwood, Varisia…

In the camp, the game of drinking and confessions continued. Seoni took her turn. “Alright, ‘Never have I ever’… used a toy on a man.”

Again, Merisiel drank, as did Imrijka, but none of the others. “Calistrian church thing,” Merisiel explained, “It was fun, but I like using toys on Kyra better.” Kyra remembered a few of their favorite times and spent a moment silently reminiscing with her wife, which left them both with flushed cheeks.

“Want to share details, Im?” Seoni asked the other woman, but the half-orc shook her head. “It’s private. And it vasn’t Val, if you’re vondering.”

“Might be worth trying sometime, though,” Val said with a shrug. Imrijka groaned.

“Well, he’s certainly getting into the spirit of confessions,” Kyra laughed. “Alright, I’m next then. Um, Meri? Need to ask you something.”

Kyra and Merisiel proceeded to have a quick conversation using their bond. Having such a profound connection for years had allowed each to learn much about the other’s patterns of thought, so that a single word could communicate a full sentence, speeding their communication greatly, and giving them a great advantage over those who could only use sound to speak. In translation, the conversation would have gone like this:

Habibti? Would 'had sex with a man' make sense? I'm not entirely sure how broadly the terms should be interpreted. I never had anything I think of as sex, but as a young woman there was one time I used my hands to get a boy off.

That's a handjob. It's not sex, really. Neither of you thought of it as sex, right? And it's not like it has 'sex' in its name, like 'oral sex' or 'anal sex'. Also, you should make it more general so it could apply to everyone.

Right, right. I guess I’ll make it having sex with the a different gender. Thank you, my dear heart.

This exchange took no more than a second or two, before Kyra turned back to the rest of the group and said, “Never have I ever… or are we saying, ‘I confess that I have never’? No? Well, I’ve never had sex with a person of a different gender than me, meaning anything that is called ‘sex’ or counts as sex to those having it.”

Merisiel was already drinking before everyone else made complete sense of Kyra’s qualified statements. Imrijka, Valeros, Oloch, and Seoni drink, unsurprisingly, as does Harsk. When everyone looked at him, he shrugged. “Figured I should try it at least once before concluding I wasn’t interested.”

Merisiel nods, “Makes sense. I’ve had a rule of being willing to try almost anything once… which means I’m going to have to take a moment to think about what I haven’t done.” Love, I’m going to keep this one to myself until I say it, alright?

By all means. Kyra and she had figured out ways to raise a brief veil of privacy if they needed to, and in her long life, Meri had learned that privacy from your lover was sometimes essential. In this case, she just wanted to see how Kyra would react.

“I confess that I have never failed to make my partner come unless interrupted in the middle of things,” Mersiel said with a saucy grin. Kyra laughed and lifted her cup to her lips, as did Valeros, Harsk, and Imrijka. Oloch and Seoni looked at each other and chuckled softly, and did not. “Really? Never?” Meri said to them skeptically.

“If you can be successful every time, why is it hard to believe Sir and I could be?” asked Seoni. Meri just shrugged in response.

“My light,” Kyra asked Meri, “I know how expert you are at lovemaking, but weren’t you once a baby elf who didn’t know what she was doing?”

Merisiel sighed and chuckled. Although they could share thoughts, Kyra only knew the memories that Meri shared with her, intentionally or otherwise, and vice versa. Although the two could share the answer privately, Meri chose to speak for the benefit of her other companions. “Well, you all know I am 'Forlorn' -- what elves call those elves who are raised by humans, right? So here’s how it is for Forlorn elves: you never have peers; you’re not part of a cohort of age-mates who grow up together. Instead, your childhood friends are grown up and having kids of their own while you’ve still not entered puberty. Humans sometimes joke about elves being in diapers for decades, and we’re not, but we do spend much longer as children in the sense of not caring about sex or relationships. We finally do get interested in that, usually around age 20 to 30, and in an elven society there’d be other elves going through the same thing at about the same time. Some would be a little older, and some a little younger, and the older ones would teach the younger. I didn’t get that, of course. What I did get is an education from the church of Calistria. I was tired of humans assuming I was either an expert on sex, like a lot of elves are, or a virgin to be put on a pedestal, so I went and became a student. They have a system to teach those who are called to become a… the Taldane words would be ‘holy prostitute’ but the word carries a negative meaning that isn’t present in elvish. One who provides sex as a sacrament to fellow calistrians and to those in need, who would be healed or helped by it.” Meri smirked and added, “I learned well the lessons on how to give pleasure, but turned out to be too selfish to be a proper sacred whore.”

I would dispute that, my dear one, Kyra’s thoughts came, filled with love and appreciation.

Imrijka took her turn next. “Never haff I ever… hmm… had sex vith someone of ze same gender as me, using ze same definitions as Kyra did.”

Merisiel drank. Kyra drank. Seoni drank. None of these were surprising. However, what was surprising was that Oloch and Harsk did as well.

Harsk explained first. “Same reason as before. Thought if women weren’t my thing, maybe men were, but it turned out to be neither.”

Oloch had a smirk on his tusked visage, as Seoni looked up at him questioningly. He simply said, “Not going to tell that one to everyone. Maybe I’ll tell you later, pet.”

* * *

Six years ago, at a roadside inn halfway between Urglin and Kaer Maga, on the Storval Plateau, Varisia…

It was just about morning when Oloch reached the inn. It was an orc inn, so it was also a weapon shop and a fighting arena, but all Oloch cared about was the part of it with horizontal surfaces that he could safely collapse onto and not freeze to death immediately.

“Hold it!” the orc behind the bar shouted, when Oloch came through the door. A heavy crossbow was pointed at the half-orc’s chest as the older man peered at him. “Show yer forehead!” Oloch removed his helmet. Seeing either what he was looking for, or the absence of something, the barkeep lowered the weapon and stowed it behind the bar. “What do you want?”

Oloch wasn’t offended. Among orcs, this was in effect a friendly greeting. “Bed. Food. News. A woman if there’s one who’ll take coin for a night.”

“Out of beds, until someone gets up and leaves one. You want meat or named meat? And what kind of news?”

“I’ll wait until someone does. Named meat. News of the Horde, or of a human warrior woman who spends time among orcs, old enough to be my dam. Notice you didn’t answer my last.”

“Fine, it’ll be a silver link when it does, unless it’s the good room which is 2 crown. At night the fireside’s available, but it’s about to be morning. Rabbit’s a link, pork’s three links, beef’s a crown. Horde’s fighting among itself lately. Dunno about any particular human warrior woman, we get lots of humans here lately. And there’s just one here who takes coin for that, but he’s a boy. Human. Pretty. Most folks find him pleasant enough, even if women are their thing.”

Oloch thought about it. “When you say boy…”

“Not a child. He’s had, oh, twenty winters or so.”

Oloch chewed that over in his mind. Humans were all a little feminine anyway, compared to orcs. And he was horny as fuck -- had been for days. In the end, a mouth was a mouth and a hole was a hole, right? “What the hell. Send him up, when I get a room anyway. With a bucket and a washrag, too.”

It was another hour or so before a room emptied out and Oloch, having eaten his fill of rabbit, trudged upstairs. The room had a bed, a small stove, and a pile of coal next to the stove. He checked it, and there were some embers in it already. He dropped a few more in and brushed his hands off. Then he started taking off his armor and other gear.

He had just untied the drawstring of his trousers when the knock on the door came. Oloch paused, holding the pants up. “Who is it?”

“Nicholl, sir! You asked for me to be sent up!”

Oloch opened the door with one hand, not sure what to expect.

The young man who came in was relatively short and slight, not the build of a warrior but of a dancer or acrobat. He wore a fur wrap around his shoulders, as many did here, but of greater quality than the orcs downstairs. A flannel kilt wrapped around his hips and showed bare, hairless legs below it to the deerskin moccasins on his feet. He spoke the orcish tongue easily, and more delicately than Oloch had heard it pronounced before.

And, Oloch had to admit, he was very pretty.

Most males didn’t catch his eye, but there was something about the smooth skin, blue eyes, and full lips of this one that, somehow, made him think about how those lips might look around his shaft. This might be worth the coin, he thought.

He carried a bucket of steaming water and some cloths. Oloch nodded and beckoned the boy into the room. “Want to begin with a wash, then, sir?”

“I guess so,” Oloch replied, and let go of the pants. Nicholl smiled and looked down, then raised his eyebrows. “What, never seen orc dick before?”

“Oh, yes, just never one so well-proportioned and, well, attractive, sir. Enticing, if I may say so. I assume you’re wanting more than a wash?”

“Yeah. Never had a male before, but I reckon you probably know your way around a cock, so I’ll let you give it a try.” Oloch felt slightly awkward, but refused to let this pinkskin hustler know he wasn’t completely at ease. And it had been a while, after all.

“Well, sir, just step out of your trousers here, and let me start washing. Err, would you like me to strip as well?”

“Might as well.”

Nicholl nodded and shrugged off his fur-lined tunic and dropped his kilt, revealing his naked body underneath. Oloch was struck again by how this male human was, unexpectedly, attractive to him. His hips were curved and smooth, not quite feminine but certainly appealing. His ass was rounded and tight, and his torso was slim and just muscular enough to be aesthetically pleasing. He apparently shaved or plucked, or used some other means perhaps, to remove his body hair, like many female courtesans did. His cock was as hard as Oloch’s, and an average size for a human, or so Oloch thought, not having paid much attention to the size of human males he’d happened to see.

As the naked young man knelt on the floor before the orc, and his azure eyes peered up through the fringe of his dark hair, Oloch felt a surge of libido. He felt that he wouldn’t simply be bedding this youth as a substitute for a woman – he wanted this boy for his own sake, even though that was a new feeling for him. He wanted to feel those lips around his cock and to find out how tight that ass felt when he fucked it. He wanted to see if the smaller male would come while Oloch fucked him. He wanted to put his hand around that pink, slender neck and feel completely in control of this boy, even if he had no intention of harming him.

Nicholl was using the rags and the bucket of hot water to wash Oloch’s skin, starting with the legs and moving upwards. When he reached the half-orc’s crotch, he stroked the wet cloth over the thick, hard shaft, and used his other hand to massage Oloch’s balls. He used the rag to thoroughly wash the orcish member, and to wipe his taint and crack before discarding that rag. Before starting with a new one, though, the boy leaned forward and took Oloch’s wide mushroom tip into his mouth.

Oloch hissed in pleasure. Nicholl’s mouth was hot and soft, and the youth knew just how to use it to please his cock. His hands stroked the shaft and peeled back his foreskin to give access to the sensitive flesh, while his tongue swirled around it and teased the eye of his glans, sending shivers of electricity up the orc’s spine.

The warpriest reached down and worked his hands into the lad’s hair, brushing his bangs away from his face in the process. Looking down, Oloch could see those intense blue eyes looking up at him while those plump lips were stretched around his shaft. The sight gave him another thrill of arousal. Nicholl gave a slight nod, and Oloch realized he was giving consent to ceding control of the movement of his head to the half-breed.

Grunting in appreciation, Oloch pulled Nicholl’s face down onto his shaft, driving the head to the back of his mouth. Though the eyes looking up at his winced slightly, he felt and heard a moan coming through his cock, and used his grip on the young man’s head to begin fucking his face. The thick head plunged into Nicholl’s throat, and he felt it constrict around him as the human gagged a bit, and he considered whether this was going to be too much. He wanted to get off, but he had no interest in either causing the man to suffer actual harm or puke on his cock.

Then he felt two hands grip his ass and pull him in, encouraging him to continue, so he grinned down at Nicholl and resumed fucking the human’s throat. It was tight and hot, and the boy was as skilled at this as any woman he had ever been with, so it wasn’t long before he felt his orgasm imminent. “Fuck, gettin’ there now,” he groaned, and the boy pulled back so that only Oloch’s tip was in his mouth, and stroked the shaft rapidly until a sizzling shot of orc come splashed onto his tongue. Oloch had had several days of travel to build up a reserve, and he continued to clench and spurt until his cream spilled out of the corners of Nicholl’s mouth.

When he finished, Oloch watched as Nicholl leaned back, opened his mouth to show him the seed sitting in his mouth, then swallowed audibly. “Wonderful, sir! By Calistria, that was a lot of come! You must have been very pent up. Shall I wash your upper body, then or do you want to move right to the main event, so to speak?”

“Even an orc warrior needs a few minutes to recover, pinkskin,” Oloch grumbled. “Wash me.”

The hot water felt decadent as Nicholl scrubbed the rag over his back and shoulders, removing sweat, dirt, and dried blood from the massive, corded muscles and old, poorly-healed scars. A few times, the boy gave a hiss as he realized how deep and painful some of these healed wounds must have been, but he said nothing. Once he covered all of the half-orc’s back, he said, “Would you care to lie back on the bed while I take care of your front?”

Oloch grunted and did as suggested. Nicholl gracefully mounted the bed and knelt, straddling the warpriest with his knees, and settled his ass on top of Oloch’s crotch. This drew a smirk from the half-orc, which was met with a sly grin and a wink from his partner for the evening. Now Nicholl began rocking his hips back and forth, and Oloch’s half-hard cock was sandwiched between the boy’s silky asscheeks. As he washed his client’s abdomen and chest, a smile grew on his face as, Oloch presumed, he felt the growing of a restored erection against his rear.

“Seems like you’re ready for another round, sir. Would you like me like this?”

“To start with, sure.”

“Wonderful.” The human reached behind, under his ass, and gripped Oloch’s thickness in his fist, and positioned it expertly at his hole. With a sigh, he began lowering himself, and Oloch felt a hot, silky tightness wrapping itself around his glans. There was slickness there, and he supposed the boy must have greased his ass in anticipation of being fucked, which was a good choice. As his hole reached the widest part of the green shaft, Nicholl stopped with a soft gasp, steeled himself, and continued settling onto the cock. With a groan, the boy’s asscheeks pressed down onto Oloch’s thighs, and the half-orc had to give out a growl of pleasure at the feeling of being fully sheathed in this hot, silky tunnel. He had fucked women in the ass before, and it had felt much the same as this, but this courtesan was clenching and relaxing his hole in a way that seemed to be a squeezing caress up the length of that buried cock.

With a hand to balance on Oloch’s chest, Nicholl began lifting himself and lowering again, fucking his tight ass on the orcish member. Oloch pressed up into him on the downstroke, lifting his hips to more forcefully penetrate the boy’s ass, giving the two males a matched groan each time it bottomed out.

Then Oloch reached up with his long, muscular arm, and put his hand on Nicholl’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, just held it as his dark eyes met the boy’s cerulean gaze. As before, when he was holding his head, Oloch waited for a response.

Nicholl nodded.

With a swiftness that belied his large size and musculature, Oloch had his partner on his back, legs spread wide apart, ass lifted off the bed and fully impaled by the half-orc’s cock. The same hand was on his neck, but now it pressed down, squeezing gently but firmly, just slightly constricting Nicholl’s breathing and blood flow. Nicholl gave a ragged gasp, going limp under the dominating hand of the warpriest.

“You and I both know I won’t hurt you like this… but we also both know that I could . So what does that make you?”

“Uh…"

“Relative to me,” he said, trying to prompt the response he wanted.

“I’m your slut. Your whore,” the boy said, guessing what his client would want him to say.

“My slave ,” Oloch corrected. “Just for tonight, you’re mine.”

“Yes master,” Nicholl responded, and Oloch smiled tuskily. He began pounding his cock into the asshole without preamble, immediately slapping the boy’s asscheeks with his thighs without mercy. 

"I’m gonna... fuck your ass so hard...you can't walk, can't sit, without… thinking of my name. You're gonna scream... my name... by the time I'm done with you." 

Nicholl just moaned and arched his back, clearly exulting in the pleasure of Oloch’s violent assfucking. The half-orc kept the pressure on his ‘slave’s’ neck, and held his wrists above his head in the other hand.

“Yes… fuck me… fuck me hard… daddy, I mean, master please fuck me…” came the boy’s gasped words, taking the cock like a pro and pulsing his muscles to squeeze down on it.

Oloch remembered when Zara, the fellow slave who was his regular bedmate when he was still a gladiator, in the middle of sucking his cock, would insert a slender finger or two in his rear passage and stroke the hard, nut-like spot in his ass, which always made him come rapidly and intensely. Deciding to find out whether this boy’s ass also had such a spot, he changed the angles of his thrusts, angling upward more to put more pressure on the forward wall of the human’s tunnel.

Immediately, Nicholl’s begging turned to helpless, wordless yelps of delight, shuddering and squirming at these strokes over his spot of pleasure. Oloch just kept sawing away, hips pumping rapidly as he chased his own pleasure.

He felt Nicholl’s hole clenching down on him as best it could, and the boy stuck his legs out straight, toes curling, as hot come spurted out of the cock bouncing above his belly, leaving streaks across his slender chest. Oloch grinned in satisfaction as he watched, and continued pumping through and after his partner’s orgasm, as Nicholl went mostly limp and became a passive receptacle, overwhelmed with pleasure, for the half-orc’s cock.

A few more minutes of athletics, and Oloch was ready to come again. He didn’t see any reason to try to delay it, and closed his eyes as he felt the release come, hot cream shooting into the youth’s ass, Nicholl barely whispering “yes, give it to me Daddy, fill me up master, give your slave all your come…” as each stroke made another dribble of seed come out of his human cock.

Finally, Oloch collapsed onto the hustler, his body again dripping with sweat, and felt intense satisfaction. He knew he wouldn’t necessarily seek the option of a male if females were available, but if he had a situation again where no woman was at hand, it would certainly be a worthy alternative to take a young man like this to bed, if all male prostitutes were this pleasant to fuck.

“Boy – Nicholl. How much more for you to be here when I wake up?” Nicholl named a price, one Oloch could easily afford. “Good. It’s a deal. Stay until I’m asleep, then come back when I wake. It’s pleasant having a warm, soft body in the bed with me, and I expect I’ll be wanting another round when I wake up.”

And Oloch’s post-orgasmic lassitude and fatigue progressed to sleep in a matter of minutes, resting with the beautiful young man in his arms.

* * *

At the Winter Portal in the Border Wood... 

Shocked, the five looked at each other, and watched as the Black Rider’s life ended on the snow in front of them. Without a word, Darovel reached down and picked up the mask and the lock of hair, examining them, and then handing them to Elin. She could see no sign of any blood, although they had been directly below the massive gouts coming from the man’s slashed throat. She sighed and put them away in her pack.

“Now what?” Lini asked. “We go through?”

Jhera shook her head. “I can’t. If we go through and close the portal from there, we’ll be stuck in Irrisen. I… ow!” The Hellknight winced and rubbed her head. “Headache… I was saying I need to return to Citadel Dinyar, where I would be able to… ugh… rouse a team to repel this invasion… unf… what in the hells…” She fell to one knee, armor clanging, hand to her forehead. “My head feels like it’s splitting apart…”

Elin frowned, and began casting a spell to read Jhera’s aura. Vendrel, too, brought his goggles to his eyes to examine her. “Ven, are you seeing this? There’s a spell bound around her will…”

“I am. But there’s also one on you.” He turned to Darovel. “You too.” He looked at Lini. “Also you, and I don’t expect I escaped either. Droogami’s clear, though.”

“I’ve never seen one before," Elin mused, "but I think this could be what’s known as a geas or geis. A magic compulsion that punishes you if you do not fulfill an obligation.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Make it stop! My head feels like it’s going to explode!!” Jhera groaned.

“Jhera, say this – ‘I will enter the portal, seek the hut, and find the queen of witches,’” Ven suggested. 

“Uhhhhh… I will enter the… ow! portal, seek the motherfucking hut, and find the godclaw-damned queen of witches!” Jhera growled out through her pain, then her eyes widened and she slowly stood up from her kneeling position. “The pain is gone. It’s gone! That means… fuck, we have no choice, do we?”

“I don’t think so. Stars! What an asshole!” Elin walked over to the dead body of the Black Rider and angrily kicked him in the head. “Fuck you! You don’t lay an onus on someone without their full informed consent, damn your soul! You’re lucky you’re dead you ancient shit!” She kicked him again, then winced as his hard skull hurt her bare toes. “Bugger me, that hurt.”

“Think we can rest and recuperate before entering the portal without triggering that geas?” Darovel asked.

“We can try.” They moved away from the portal, moving towards the three ice-block huts, the troll’s cave, and the campsite that those guarding the portal were living in. No debilitating pain struck them, so it seemed they were safe for the moment. Apparently, only open defiance of the charge placed on them by the Black Rider’s death triggered the consequences.

Examining the three huts, they discovered that two were suitable for sleeping in, while the third had a deep pit in it, perhaps for keeping prisoners. The troll cave was foul and unbearable, as expected. “Ven, want to join Daro and I in this hut?” Elin invited.

“That makes it you, me, and Droogs in this one, J-J!” Lini said excitedly. Jhera rolled her eyes but smiled indulgently at the whimsical little woman.

Although the sun was only setting now, the fact that this was technically summer, despite the weather, meant that it was later than it seemed, and the companions were exhausted after a long day of slogging through the snow and fighting bandits, cold fey, and monsters. The huts were small but seemed like a cozy place to rest.

“I’ll take the first watch,” Jhera said. “You three… I guess you have some stuff to work out.” She smirked knowingly. 

Lini walked with Droogami into her hut. Daro, Elin, and Ven had to stoop down to go through the low door. It seemed like the tall, powerful Hellknight would have to go on hands and knees when it was her turn.

Inside the hut, they lit a fire in the small firepit, and opened the vent in the roof that let the smoke out. Elin’s familiar, who had the form of a small cat, curled up in a bundle of furs away from the flames. The fire heated up the small space surprisingly quickly, and the trio quickly started to shed their clothing. 

“I am very eager to do this, and I need to forget about the events of today,” Vendrel said, “but I am also exhausted right down to my bones. I can’t imagine you two are much better.”

Elin, who had had only a single garment to remove, stretched out languidly on the furs and blankets that lined the floor of the hut, and opened her mouth to reply –- only to yawn uncontrollably. “Fuck, I guess that answers for me,” she said when she was done.

Darovel found himself yawning involuntarily in response to Elin, and nodded. As he pulled his boots off and put them near the fire to dry, he said, “I feel like if I lay down to receive oral pleasure, or anything like that, I would be asleep by the end of it.” The witch nodded in agreement. “On the other hand, I could probably give that without a problem. How about it, Ven?”

“Really? I mean, I’d be a fool to turn that down. But Elin, don’t you want…”

Elin shook her head. “I got plenty last night. Let’s make this about you. You said before you would cuddle and make out with me, but weren’t interested in sex? I’d love to do that with you while Daro makes you feel good.”

With the expression of a man who’d won a lottery without being aware he’d purchased a ticket, Vendrel finished pulling off his pants. Even in the dim light of the fire, he was visible to the elves’ sensitive eyes easily. Elin moved up next to him, and kissed him gently while rubbing her hand over his shoulders. Breaking the kiss, she smiled tenderly and whispered, “This is the first time I’ve kissed someone with a beard like this… it’s so tickly, I like it. Reminds me of eating out a human woman with an untrimmed bush.” All three laughed at that.

Daro turned the human’s face towards him and captured his lips in a more aggressive kiss. Ven moaned into the elf’s open lips and turned it into a tongue-filled, passionate snog, while Elin ran her fingers through the light-colored fur-like body hair that covered Ven’s back. “So soft…” she murmured, “this will be like sleeping with a giant toy bear.” One hand ran around his front and stroked his muscular pecs and trailed downward over his slight belly.

Darovel broke the sloppy kiss and reached between his new lover’s legs to grab the human’s swelling cock. “This toy right here is much better than any bear,” he said with a grin, and started stroking it while kissing down Ven’s neck and chest, pausing to suck on his nipple which earned a gasp.

Elin giggled and went back to Ven’s lips, kissing him deeply as Daro had, her tongue twining with his. As the elf and human kissed, they laid back on the furs, while their dusky-skinned partner moved down to the stiff shaft. He ran his tongue up and down the length, and pulled the skin back to run a thumb over Ven’s thick glans. In comparison to Daro, Ven was significantly shorter, but also thicker, and a tan shade matching the rest of his skin. Reddish-brown hair grew densely around the base of the shaft and his balls, which were large and low-hanging in his soft-skinned sack. The drow stroked the length of it while nibbling and sucking on the two orbs, making his new partner moan.

Elin continued kissing Vendrel, pressing her smooth-skinned body against his fuzzy skin, and putting one slim leg over his belly as he caressed her back with one calloused hand and placed the other on Darovel’s head, rubbing the drow’s short, white hair affectionately. He broke the kiss with Elin to moan, “I may not last long… keep that up and I’ll finish soon!”

Elin murmured to him, “Do you want to finish? Get your release, and we all go to sleep in a big cuddle?”

Ven looked down at the lovely sight of Darovel’s mouth running up his cock, and gave a shivery sigh. “Yes, please… I want to come in your mouth, Daro, you’re making me feel so good!”

Daro responded, taking the head of the human cock between his lavender lips, and slid them down its length, effortlessly taking it in. Vendrel melted with pleasure, closing his eyes and breathing shakily. Elin leaned in to whisper in his ear, “His lips are wonderful, aren’t they? I can only imagine what it feels like to fuck his sexy throat… Please Ven, give him your come… shoot your hot seed into his mouth…”

The human inhaled sharply and held his breath, while Elin’s hand on his belly felt his abdominal muscles clench and his hips thrust forward, forcing his cock into the back of Darovel’s throat. The dark elf proved an expert cocksucker, taking the length of it without protest. As Ven’s body jerked repeatedly with his release, Daro pulled back so that only the head was in his mouth, while milking the shaft with a rapid stroke.

Finally the tinkerer relaxed, laying back with half-closed eyes. Elin kissed his lips quickly, then moved up to lock hers with Darovel’s, sharing the salty, unfamiliar taste of human come as their tongues dueled back and forth, finally each swallowing a measure of the seed. Elin and Daro lay down on either side of Ven, and kissed him in turn, giving him a taste of his own spend, before settling down and resting their heads on his shoulders. Calling on a final measure of concentration, Elin used a telekinetic hand to lift a thick furred blanket and pulled it over them.

Outside the hut, Jhera thanked the five gods she prayed to that the three of them were done already. She shifted her legs, feeling the uncomfortable wetness inside her smallclothes, and steeling herself for the nearly two hours remaining of her watch shift before she could go into the hut she would share with Lini and use her fingers to relieve the tension that hearing their lovemaking had caused her.

Jhera stubbornly tried to resist imagining the little gnome waking when she came in, crawling under her blanket completely naked, and eagerly helping her to relieve her tension multiple times. She was not successful.

Chapter Text

Campsite in the Churlwood, Varisia…

Val lifted his tankard and said “First, let’s thank the Drunken god for this ale. It’s the finest way to make friends out of strangers and boon companions out of friends.”

“And sometimes, enemies out of both,” Kyra said with a laugh.

“Blasphemy!” Val countered, laughing himself. “Now then… I confess that I have never had sex with more than two other people at the same time.”

Seoni drank. Merisiel drank. No one else. Seoni chuckled, “Do you want me to explain, Sir?”

“If you’d like to, pet.”

“Gods, alright. So this was after the whole business with the Runelords, and what happened at Skull’s Crossing.” Her friends all recalled very well when Seoni was crushed to death in the coils of the monster of the Storval Deep, Black Magga, and it took Kyra’s most potent magic to give her a chance to return to life. “It was also after you came into my life for the first time, Sir, and then moved on, which was what we thought we both wanted, or needed, at that time. But you had inspired a love for, well, submitting to those I loved, or at least trusted. And I needed that, after everything that had happened.”

“So, who?” Oloch asked. There was no tone of jealousy, just curiosity.

Seoni smiled in memory. “Shayliss, Orik, and Jubrayl Viskey.”

“Jubrayl?” Harsk exclaimed. “He’s a thug. A criminal.”

“You’re not wrong, but he also has his good points. I won’t argue – he’s not someone I intend to seek out again, and it was a unique combination of circumstances that resulted in him being someone I felt I could trust. I still do, under certain limitations, so if we ever need what he can do to reach our goals, I can pull that thread. But Shayliss, Orik, and Jubrayl, in a certain tavern in Riddleport, where we all happened to be at the same time, and with the right amount of booze and uninhibited conversation, we realized we were all horny, we were all bisexual, and we were all in the mood for the same thing that night.” Seoni looked around, seeing that everyone was listening with rapt attention. “I don’t know, how detailed do you want me to get?”

“Ve’ll tell you if it gets too much,” Imrijka said. “Share das Geschwätz… ze gossip, mein Freundin!” She had drunk enough that her Taldane was slipping into Ustalavic Skald, her native tongue.

“Oh, fine. So, Orik, Shayliss and I had had a threesome before, and that was plenty of fun, to be sure. But at that time she was still under her father’s thumb, and couldn’t get away very often. Once she left Sandpoint, she was obviously much happier. When I made it to Riddleport I made a point to seek her out, if she was also in town. Orik was there too, since he took over the businesses that his dad and uncle operated as fronts and turned them legitimate. So we’re sitting in the tavern, drinking, flirting, toying with the idea of having another romp, when who arrives at our table but Jubrayl. He was in town to do business with the local ‘businessmen’ if you know what I mean, but saw me and wanted to see who these attractive folks were I was having fun with. Pretty soon he and Orik were flirting harder than we’d ever seen before. So he invited us back to the place he was staying, and we were all drunk and horny enough to accept.

“Shayliss was more excited about the boys being there than she was me. I mean, we still fucked, of course, but she insisted on being able to watch them while I was… you know, pleasuring her. Sat on my face and cheered them on. Not that I can blame her, they’re both very good looking men and when they started fucking, the sight of it, the masculine energy, the noises and roughness and hard angles and all of that, well, it got us even more aroused. Neither of them were strangers to it, I’m certain, but it was so damn hot watching these two men I had previously let dominate me taking turns fucking each other. After we watched that for a while, Shay and I went face-to-cunt, her on top, and the boys each took one of us.” Her face got redder, not from embarrassment but from arousal, Merisiel thought, that and the ale she was drinking a fair amount of as she spoke. “Jubrayl fucked me, good and hard, while Shay licked me and him together, and Orik took her ass. Pretty soon every stroke of his seemed to be pumping cream out of her into my mouth, and I wouldn’t stop just putting my tongue as deep as I could into her to drink up as much of it as she would give me.” She stopped, suddenly, again. “Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to give so many details. I’m not sure if Orik and Jub would want me to talk about them getting fucked like that.”

I’m glad she did, though, Merisiel thought, it’s really turning me on!

Hmmm I noticed… Kyra sent amusedly, reaching her hand down to cup her wife’s crotch through the leathers covering it, hopefully with enough subtlety that none of the others would notice the groping.

Yeah, I may regret not wearing anything under this soon… or maybe not if you keep that up!

Oloch laughed and wrapped his hand around Seoni’s hair, giving it a gentle tug that made her gasp in submissive delight. “Good story, pet. I think it’s given us all a lot to think about. Did you want to tell your experience, Merisiel?” He looked across the fire at Meri, his orcish eyes flashing green with reflected light.

“I suppose I could, but maybe I’ll save it to tell Kyra while we’re alone…” She grinned mischievously, as the others started asking her for the story. She could see that this talk was having an effect on all of those around, except perhaps Harsk. Both Oloch and Valeros had visible bulges in their trousers, and while it was hard to tell about Imrijka, Seoni’s pupils were dilated with arousal as her ‘Master’ played possessively with her hair.

“Well, fine then… I told you about the Calistrian education, which was detailed and exhaustive, and often exhausting. Now, most of it was tamer than you might picture – mostly just one on one, explaining a technique and then having me practice it, or demonstrating it on me then having me repeat it on them, assuming they were appropriately equipped. Demonstrations happened too, but they weren’t like a bawdy show in a brothel – more technical and educational. Ever had to take notes while watching two people fuck, where each of them stop periodically to lecture you in the middle? If you started touching yourself while watching, you were disciplined – you were supposed to be learning, not getting off. But there were times when we were expected to show what we had learned, in much the kind of temple-wide orgy that you might imagine.

“I might be lying on a padded stage, surrounded by instructors, observers, and other novices, and one by one each of the instructors would come up, or sometimes more than one at once, and demand a particular service. Things started relatively tame, with massages and gentle body touch, but soon turned to using my hands, mouth, pussy, ass, even my feet and asscheeks to get them off. If my tits weren’t so small I’d have had to use those, too!” That got her a good laugh. “Once I’d proven I could provide pleasure to one partner, I was tested with two, or more, depending on the exact thing being tested. I’d have to focus on eating a woman’s cunt while I was being fucked from behind, or sucking a cock while having my ass licked and my clit rubbed. Distraction. Multitasking. Working three cocks at once, one in each hand and one in my mouth, keeping stimulation steady throughout so that they come within seconds of each other. I wasn’t always able to do all of these things, I should mention. I often became too focused on my own pleasure.”

In her mind, Merisiel remembered far more details, and shared it with Kyra. Leliana’s tongue working its way through my folds, stroking my clit, as Damreel’s cock plunged in and out of my ass, stretching me and filling me so deep, distracting me from sucking Priestess Umbrieana’s cock. It felt so good, I couldn’t keep my focus on teasing her. I succeeded at making her come, but not before I did myself, which was the test. But I can’t even be sad about it, whenever I remember that, it makes me so wet!

Fuck, it’s making me so wet as well… not that I would want some of that for myself, but watching you take those cocks is so sexy.

Merisiel shivered in delight at the memory, and in response to Kyra’s fingers teasing against her clit through the leather covering it.

There was no doubt about the sexually charged atmosphere now. Meri could see Oloch’s nostrils flare, and she wondered whether it was just Seoni’s arousal he could smell, or if it was hers, Kyra’s, or Imrijka’s as well.

The half-orc inquisitor considered her options, and said, “I confess that I have never slept vith a tiefling, or any other sort of fiend-blooded being. Nothing against them, of course, just hasn’t come up.” She smiled as Val, Kyra, and Merisiel drank.

Valeros put an arm around his girlfriend and elaborated, “Lavender Lil in Riddleport. I mentioned her before, but she’s a real pepperpot. Meris will remember her, I’m sure. Most popular entertainer at the House of the Silken Veils nowadays. I helped her get out of a contract with a shithead of a pimp and Merisel got her a tryout with Priestess, uh… Sher… Shar… Shorafa, that was it. When she was accepted, I was her first client. Having both sets of equipment makes her very much in demand, and she’s enthusiastic about using both sets. Opened some new horizons for me that night, let me tell you,” Valeros finished with a suggestive wink.

* * *

In the same bedroom at the House of the Silken Veil, Riddleport, Varisia…

“Nothing to apologize for at all,” Valeros repeated.

Lil smiled and snuggled into his embrace. The two just sat for a moment, enjoying the closeness. 

“So Lil, darlin’,” Valeros eventually said, “I just had a thought. If being fingered on that prostrate – prostate – makes you come like that, what’s being fucked there like?”

“Oh, if they have the right angle or the right shape of cock to stimulate it, it can be mind-blowing. I often have to put a towel under me when I’m on hands and knees, if you get my drift.”

“Ho-ho, that I do. Hmm. You said that men also have one of those. I guess that’s why some fellows like taking it in the ass?”

“Oh yes. That’s one of the things I’m often asked to do. Some men like it but prefer to get it from women rather than men.”

“And they enjoy it?”

“Oh, very, very much.”

Val looked down. Lil’s cock was hard again, pressing against his stomach. “Fuck it, let’s give it a try.”

The tiefling giggled and clapped her hands together, like she had been just given a birthday present. “Oh, I was hoping you might say that! I know exactly what to do, and I have everything necessary.”

Valeros went in for a grope and gave her erection a few strokes. “I’ll say you do indeed.”

“Mr. Val, you’re such a card. I mean lube and such, to get you ready.” Lil sprang up from Val’s lap, her tail twitching from side to side as she rushed to a small dresser next to the bed and pulled several items from a drawer. “Alright, now, how do you want to do this?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I’ve done it to women a few times, and each time they wanted something different. One on hands and knees, another on top of me, and one face to face, like regular sex except with a different hole. I liked that one because we could kiss really easily.”

“I think that last one sounds perfect. Here, lay yourself down on the bed,” Lil instructed, her sexpot persona giving way to that of a trained professional. Valeros did as he was asked. “Now bend your knees, like that, yes, and spread your legs. Hmm, looks very clean, you’re such a doll for taking a bath before coming to see me.” Her hand stroked over his perineum and a finger touched his asshole. He twitched, even though he was expecting it. “Oh, don’t worry, just doing a little exploring.”

“Feels odd.”

“It’ll feel good in a moment.” With that, Lil lifted her dress over her head and discarded it, leaving herself completely bare. Her lavender skin, marked by a few small scars and tattoos, gleamed magenta in the light of the fireplace. Then she knelt on the bed and dove in between his legs, putting her face in his crotch. He was about to ask what was happening, when he felt hot breath on his most private area and something hot and wet slid over his pucker.

“Oh-ooooh, what…?” he said in surprise, then moaned as he realized how good it felt. Lil’s tongue swirled around his dark hole, pressing the tip against the center just enough to stretch it before returning to a circular motion, then lapping at it like he would a woman’s clit. It felt strange, to be sure, but also intensely pleasurable. The tingles that sent through his body seemed to go right to his cock, which quickly reached full mast again.

After a few minutes of this unique sensation, Lil came up with a mischievous grin on her face, and he felt a slick digit rubbing around his sensitized pucker and then pressing in the center. “Oh, does that… Oh!!” He exclaimed as the tiefling’s finger parted his ring and slid inside.

It hurt a little, but it also felt good. It was a strange feeling. Stretching and burning but also a feeling of reward, a satisfying feeling. Then her finger slid in and crooked upward, and he groaned loudly. “There’s the spot, Mr. Val, and it seems like yours is nice and sensitive.” She massaged his prostate for a few moments, during which Valeros felt a surge of pleasure sizzling from the sensitive gland every time she crooked her fingers. Lil then withdrew her finger and replaced it with two. Her digits were so slim that he accepted them without issue.

“Feels good… weird but good. Mmmm, yeah. Fuck, that’s amazing.” His cock was dribbling precome from the tip, and Lil took a moment to lick it up as she worked his nether hole. Her fingers were now sliding in and out, stretching him and spreading the slickness inside and out. Every motion of her fingers made him groan with the pleasure in his ass.

“I think you’re ready, Mr. Val. Do you feel ready?”

“I guess so, what you’re doing feels amazing and I can only imagine what it’ll feel like when you… uh…”

“When I fuck your ass, Mr. Val?” The combination of her innocent-sounding voice and the dirtiness of her words made it incredibly hot. He nodded.

“Alright then.” She shifted on the bed, kneeling between his legs and lifting his knees up onto her shoulders. It occurred to him that she was stronger than she looked. How much of her apparent frailty and need for support might be a persona, he wondered for a moment, and then his thoughts vanished as he felt a hard, warm touch at his ass. “Take a deep breath, then let it out while you squeeze with your muscles, Mr. Val,” Lil told him, and then pushed forward.

Valeros felt a stretch and a thickness sliding into him, a sensation completely different than he had ever felt before. It hurt but also gave pleasure, and he groaned in a confused way, not sure at first about this. Her cock felt much larger as the head penetrated his ass than it had in his mouth or in his hand.

Then the head hit that spot inside him, and he saw stars. “Oh yes, fuck!” he cried out, and closed his eyes. As if now being welcomed, Lil’s cock sheathed its full length into his ass, and her smooth, lavender hips pressed against his cheeks.

“Alright?” she asked. “Do you need a moment, or…”

“No, I’m fine. Lil… fuck me, please! Fuck my ass!” He couldn’t believe he was asking this, but it was like a switch had flipped in his brain and now he wanted nothing more than for Lil to take him, fill him, fuck him.

Lil grinned, showing her sharp canine teeth, and did as he asked. First slow, to make sure he was adjusting, then she started fucking him for real. Her hips slapped against his asscheeks, and he could feel a growing burn of pleasure in his balls. Every inward stroke rubbed that button inside him and he gasped each time. Lil leaned forward and caught his lips with hers, twining her tongue with his in a passionate kiss, then bit down on his lower lip, making him groan with the surprising pleasure that accompanied the mild pain. 

He felt a tugging at his groin, and looked down to see his cock at full mast, flopping around in rhythm with her thrusts. Lil was now using his legs on her shoulders like they were levers or handles to help her thrust. Her prodigious tits were bouncing in rhythm with her strokes, just like his dick. She bit her lower lip, clearly enjoying what his ass was doing to her cock. “Stroke yourself, Val, it’ll be amazing for both of us!” she encouraged him.

Valeros did as she bid, wrapping his hand around his erection and stroking rapidly. In some ways the growing pleasure in his ass was even greater than what he was feeling in his cock, and a feeling unlike any he had felt before was building up. It was like what he felt when his come was about to spew forth, except instead of being centered in his cock and balls, it was in his ass. Suddenly his muscles clenched involuntarily and he lifted his ass up from the bed, threw his head back, and came.

His cock jumped in his fist, his seed shooting out and cascading over his fingers, but he barely noticed, attention captured by the extraordinary pleasure radiating from that special button in his ass. He felt hot and shivery all over at once, and he wondered if this was what a woman felt when she came.

After a timeless interval, it was over, and he relaxed. He still felt her pumping into him, and it felt good, but nothing like the crisis he just experienced. Each stroke was a stretching feeling that gave him a heady mix of pleasure with a little pain, just as a spice. Then Lil gasped and moaned out, “Val, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna fill your ass up, oh fuck, Val, take my come!” She thrust twice more into him then buried her slender shaft as deep as she could inside, and he thought he felt a strange warmth filling his ass where, he assumed, she was releasing her spend. The thought of her juices filling him gave Valeros a strange feeling of satisfaction and completeness, as if her seeding his ass was something he always needed. Then the courtesan collapsed on top of him, gasping and shuddering in aftershocks of pleasure, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close in the same way he did the women he had fucked himself, instead of the other way around. The two kissed heatedly, gasping for breath between lip-locks, before Lil broke the kiss and curled into an embrace, her cock softening and slipping from his hole in a way that was a welcome relief, but also something of a loss.

Tired from her exertions and her orgasm, the tiefling used his chest like a pillow, closing her eyes and murmuring, “So that’s the extra special deluxe service, Mr. Val, and I hope you’ll come back to enjoy it again and again.”

Exhausted laughter filled the room as the two cuddled close. Valeros had booked her overnight, and there was no need to move, no need to part ways, and Lavender Lil fell asleep on top of the brave fighter only a few minutes before he did. His last sensation was the feeling of her spend trickling out of his ass, which, like so many other things that night, felt oddly satisfying. 

* * *

Village of Waldsby, Irrisen, 10 miles from the portal to Taldor…

“So here we are, the boarding house,” Nadya Petska said. She was the first irriseni native the group had met after passing through the portal, under attack from a giant weasel before they drove it away. “I don’t have anyone staying here right now, unless someone showed up while I was away. How many bedrooms do you need?”

“Just two,” Elin said after glancing at Darovel and Vendrel. Nadya looked at them shrewdly.

“Hmm, alright. I only have rooms with a single bed in them, but somehow I don’t think that’ll be an issue for you. Keep your heads down – it’s late, but folks still look out at outsiders coming in.”

The group followed the woman, swaddled thoroughly in winter clothing with snowshoes on their feet. Even though Elin didn’t feel the cold when walking barefoot through the snow, it still slowed her movement, so she was glad they’d found the set of snowshoes among the effects of the late guardians of the portal.

In Nadya’s house, she lit the fireplace, and hung her winter coat and other gear near the fire. A long, fire-red ponytail fell from under her hat, dangling down to her waist, which Elin felt a great urge to tug, or to wrap around her arm. Two other, shorter braids hung at each temple, framing her face. It was apparent that she was still a woman in the prime of her life. “I’ll get some porridge heating up. Best thing we can do for a hot dinner at this time of the evening. Orm and Mjoli will be back soon once they see smoke coming from the chimney – my sons.”

“Do you have a spouse, Madam Petska?” Jhera asked politely as she hung up her cloak.

“Oh, well, my wife Hjalne passed away two years ago, victim of an ice troll. I’ve kept her trade route up since then, but it means the boarding house is often empty. Not that we get all that many boarders these days.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Elin said, reaching out a hand to the woman. She took it and patted the back of the elf’s hand, then let go to resume her work. 

“Hjalne was a tall, powerfully-built woman, like yourself, Jhera, and you can wear some of her clothing. You should all wear more ordinary clothes, so folks don’t realize you’re outsiders, well, as best you can manage. We don’t have a lot of elves, but there are gnomes and fey here and there. Perhaps you could pass as some kind of fey, Miss Elin.”

“Well, I could go full cold fey, walk around barefoot and in light clothing. Like that Forlarren we met on the way here.”

“You mean, do what you normally do, love?” Daro interjected.

“Hmm, more so perhaps. Color my skin blue and create horns with an illusion?”

“It couldn’t hurt. Fey are usually gentry or nobles, though some are just folks. There’s a huldra lady I know northwest of here who’s just married to a human and living her life,” Nadya said as she placed a pot of grain and goat milk above the crackling fire.

Soon enough, the twin five year old boys returned to the house, and began playing with Lini almost immediately. They had never seen a gnome before, and although she was many decades older than them, she responded to their glee with the same degree of innocent joy. All three climbed onto Droogami’s back and the tolerant snow leopard carried them in circles around the house, laughter pealing through the snowy quiet.

“Does the heart good to hear them so happy. There’s been too little of that since Thora was taken. Damn the white witches for what they did to her.”

Elin and her companions could only silently sympathize with the mother’s loss. Discovering that your child had been turned into a soulbound doll, without any chance to mourn or say goodbye, was surely heartbreaking, especially after losing your partner only a short time ago. What did it say about life in Irrisen, Elin wondered, that Nadya was so grimly accepting of such loss? 

“You should all probably try to stay out of sight as much as possible. Someone probably saw you come into town with me, but it’s possible those who talk to the guards didn’t. Most people don’t.” Nadya said, as she placed a small amount of stale bread in a tiny saucer and poured warmed milk from the porridge pot over it. This she set under the table. 

“Who’s that for?” Lini asked, having returned with the boys, rosy-cheeked and out of breath.

“Hatch. He’s the house spirit – a domovoi. I’m quite lucky to have him.”

Lini gasped, and got down on all fours, crawling around and looking under all the furniture. “Hatch? Hatch? I’m Lini! I’d love to meet you!”

The boys joined in. “Hatch! Come out and meet our friend!” “She’s a gnome! That’s kind of like a fey like you! Come out!”

Elin spied a tiny figure peering out from around the pantry door. It looked like a tiny little old man, no bigger than the soulbound doll they had found two days ago, who had spoken a name that Nadya had recognized. He was mostly beard and hat, carrying a spoon like a staff. Elin cast a message spell to speak silently to Lini. He’s over there at the pantry door!

Lini looked over, squealed with glee, and scrambled over on hands and knees. The domovoi yelped and ducked back into the pantry, and the gnome followed. “Don’t go! I’ve got goodberries and I’ll share!”

* * *

After dinner, Elin, Ven, and Daro retired to their room. It had been a long day of travel, but they weren’t ready for sleep yet. This new relationship between the three of them was so fresh, so new, that like teenagers they rushed through dinner and made excuses before hurrying to their bed. Elin caught the eye of Nadya as she left, and received a wink from the redhead as she grinned at their eagerness.

Just inside their room, Daro captured Ven’s bearded lips in a heated kiss, reaching for the hem of his tunic. Elin pushed them onto the bed, then climbed on top of the two and joined into the kiss, first with Darovel, then Ven, then kissing Darovel’s ear as the two men kissed again. With tugs and blind unbuttoning and hurried untying, both the dark elf and the fair-haired human were stripped, and Elin went to her knees by the bedframe to take both cocks into her hands. One, long and dark, the other shorter, fatter, and tan, she stroked both full erections as she hungrily took Darovel’s head between her lips.

Daro nibbled and kissed his way down Ven’s neck and chest, and took one of the human’s nipples between his teeth, biting and tugging at it, as Ven moaned in delight. Elin bobbed her head on Daro’s shaft, letting the glans slide down her throat, making a gag-like noise as she took it deeply.

“Daro, I want to fuck you – I’ve been dreaming about that ass for days!” Ven groaned out, and reached down to squeeze the object of his lust, strong fingers digging into lavender-gray flesh and pressing between the asscheeks to find the drow’s asshole. 

“Good thing I got this then,” Daro said, pulling out a scrap of leather with a pat of butter from his discarded pants. “Got this from Nadya after dinner.” He rolled over on his back, and spread his legs wide, showing off his dark puckered hole. “Who wants to prepare me?” he asked in a sultry tone.

* * *

Lini crawled under the cupboard, following Hatch. Her clothing was dirty and stained, but she didn’t care at the moment. It had been a long time since she spent time with anyone smaller than herself. She was trying to follow the domovoi into a hole which led to the little crawlspace he had claimed for himself. But she had trouble fitting. “I can’t make it, Hatch! I’m stuck!”

Hatch turned around, mumbled something in Sylvan, and touched Lini’s nose. “Boop.”

With a pop of air rushing in to fill a vacuum, Lini instantly shrunk to six inches high, a little shorter than Hatch. Everything else she was wearing or carrying also shrunk, and now she was able to fit easily with the tiny fey through the hole. “Oh, there we go… that’s interesting! I’m even tinier than usual… And you’re bigger than me! That’s so cool!” Lini followed him through the tunnel and past a little curtain of cloth into a space lit with what seemed to be bioluminescent mushrooms.

“Oh, here we are! What an interesting little place!”

Hatch’s lair was a collection of castoffs and trinkets, spools of thread and bits of wool and carved wood utensils. A large pile of wool looked like a bed, and Hatch stored a set of different outfits made from fabric and leather scraps hanging on nails on the wall.

Hatch turned around and looked her up and down. “Clothes dirty. Damaged. Hatch can fix.”

“Oh, of course! Just a second…” and Lini sat down to begin stripping.

* * *

Darovel sighed in delight. His ass was delightfully full – Ven’s wonderful cock was stretching him out in just the way he liked it, and it had been too long since he had received a good assfucking. At this moment, the human was just holding still, his hands holding the dark elf’s hips, and face pressed against his upper back, kissing his muscled shoulders. In front of him, Elin was on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist and hands clasped with his, her own ass split by the length of his cock. Her lips were pressed against his neck, biting and sucking. They weren’t hurried, not yet moving except to kiss and but just wanted to experience being connected in this way. Every slow, gentle movement of Darovel’s body either sheathed Ven’s cock more firmly in his ass, and withdrew slightly from Elin’s, or bottomed out in Elin’s rear hole and left his own slightly vacant.

Elin and Ven were both moaning, and as patience faded, the big man behind him started thrusting. His hips slapped against Darovel’s cheeks, and forced him forward, deep into Elin’s body, and she gasped and smiled at him lovingly. “It’s like having both of you fucking me with Daro’s dick,” she groaned happily.

Ven just pumped away, giving Daro a mind-blowing massage to his prostate and keeping his cock thrusting into Elin. She moved one of her hands between their bodies and stared fingering her cunt, grinding the heel of her hand against her clit while plunging her fingers in herself. He could feel her fingers through the thin barrier separating her holes, and it was starting to clench around his cock. Elin threw her head back, barely hoiding a scream back with her free hand over her mouth. Her asshole pressed down, squeezing his shaft like a velvet hand, and he tried to slow, but Ven’s vigorous pumping drove him in, and he began to orgasm as well.

Daro felt his body go rigid and tight, and closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his teeth as he felt his cock and asshole fill with that electric, painful pleasure of orgasm, his come shooting into Elin’s hole with every jerk of his hips. Ven gives a grunt of “Fuck! Shit!” and begins coming as well, and Daro could feel the heat of his human seed filling his ass. He loved it.

* * *

Late in the night, Lini tiptoed up the stairs. She had left her clothing with Hatch, who was going to thoroughly repair it. She had cast endure elements earlier in the day, and still was under its effects, so the frigid air of the sleeping house did nothing except make her bare nipples hard. Lini couldn’t resist the amusement of sneaking upstairs naked, taking the risk being found. Not that she would have a problem with being seen naked. Her friends all had already, Nadya wouldn’t mind, she assumed, and if the little boys woke up, they would just see it as funny that their playmate was nude. They were too young to associate nudity with anything except bathing and changing clothes, Lini was sure.

She snuck into the bedroom she, Droogami, and Jhera were to share. The leopard and the hellknight, improbably enough, had begun snuggling together during bedtime when she wasn’t there, and when she was, she got to be sandwiched between the woman’s muscled chest and Droogami’s furry torso.

And that’s what she was aiming to do now, wiggling her nude form between the two, trying to avoid waking Jhera.

“Lini, what… where have you been? Why are you naked?” Oops, too late.

“I was hanging out with Hatch. He has a little spell he can do, to make me the same size as him, isn’t that interesting?”

Jhera stared at her, blinking. “He shrunk you… and then you slept with him?”

“What? No! You think I fucked him because I’m naked? Hahahah! If I got fucked every time I got naked, I’d have no time for anything! I’m naked because Hatch is mending and cleaning my dress.”

“Oh good… I mean… Fuck. I’m sorry!” Jhera sounded very embarassed.

Lini perched on Jhera’s chest, squatting down and balancing on her toes. “Wait, so you’re glad I didn’t…” She looked at Jhera, whose eyes were wide and staring at her. Lini thought about her current position and realized the human was staring directly at her green-furred crotch, which was spread wide open by her squatting. “Ohhhh… I see how this is now. You liiiiiiiike me.”

“What? No! I mean, yes, I do like you, but as a friend!”

“You’re pretty distracted by my muff to be just a friend. And you were jealous when you thought I was sleeping with the house brownie.”

“Doesn’t… mean anything…”

“Fine. Then this won’t mean anything either.” And Lini leaned forward and kissed Jhera firmly and hotly on the lips.

Jhera’s lips felt like they were faintly sparkling with electricity. As Lini looked into her eyes, it seemed like letters and shapes were swirling in her irises and pupils. Before Lini could end the kiss and ask about these, Jhera raised the stakes. She wrapped her arms around the naked gnome, and pulled her closer, returning the kiss fiercely.

Chapter Text

Campsite in the Churlwood, Varisia…

After Valeros finished proclaiming the virtues of Lavender Lil, Merisiel gave a moan that she turned into a word. “Ohhhhhh – oh yes, Lil is amazing. I visited her as well, you know. She’s delightful! Truly a gifted practitioner of the calistrian carnal arts. That was while you were on that mission trip to Katapesh, my dear. So you didn’t get the opportunity, but we must get a couple’s session when we’re next in Riddleport. But in answer to the question, I’ve had sex with multiple tieflings, including Lil, and also some during Calistrian education – and also the one you know, Kyra.”

Kyra nodded and gave a happy sigh, “Ah yes. Ayavah is the only tiefling I’ve ever been with, and Meri and I had that wild night with her the first time we visited Magnimar together; our first time with a third. And she’s a sweetheart, really, even if her religious theories seemed a little out there… well, until they turned out to be true.”

“Well, who could have figured that Demon Lord Nocticula would end up ascending to become the Redeemer Queen of Elysium?” Merisiel countered.

“Well, her, apparently. Despite being a… a little obsessed with her specific interests, she does seem to have great insight into her goddess. And she is… alright, I’ll admit it – a wildcat in bed. That tongue of hers must be nine inches long, and that clever tail…” Kyra blushed and smiled. Unknown to the others, Kyra pressed her fingers firmly on her wife’s clit, rubbing in little circles, feeling how much the touch excited her.

* * *

A sculptor’s workshop, Magnimar, Varisia…

“So these are your statues?” Kyra asked the woman. The sculptor was unassuming, dressed very modestly, with a scarf over her head even though they were inside, and a floor-length skirt. The modesty belied an elegant beauty when the cleric looked closer, though her eyes had an intense cast that suggested strong emotions hidden below the placid surface.

“Er, yes? Are you looking to buy, or…” the response came. She nervously brushed a lock of jet-black hair away from her eyes, revealing a pointed ear that suggested, perhaps, a half-elf heritage.

“I would love to!” Merisiel said. “We’ve found them frequently in our travels, and all we can determine is the name of the artist. Are you Ayavah?” The elf was doing her best to be disarming and flattering, and Kyra hoped she wouldn’t overdo it. She considered casting a message spell to tell Meri to play it cool, but didn’t think openly casting a spell, even just one to let her talk privately with her girlfriend, would be wise. Too many people assumed any spellcasting was a hostile act.

The sculptor’s pale face brightened at Merisiel’s reply and she nodded. “Ayavah, yes. Please come in, I have too few visitors.”

Inside the dwelling, their host bustled around a dark and cluttered workspace. “My eyes work fine in the dark so I usually only light a lamp when I need to read. Where did I put that?” Kyra cast a light spell from her fingertip, and Ayavah thanked her. “I think I left them in the lower cupboard. One moment.” On her hands and knees, she reached into the storage space, pulling out various items in her search.

Kyra found her eyes drawn to the woman’s shapely ass sticking up as she knelt in her search, and glanced at Meri to realize her girlfriend’s eyes were on the same thing. The elf looked up at her and blushed. Kyra whispered, “I was looking too,” to reassure her, and winked. Their relationship was still relatively new but they had already agreed that attraction to other women, and men in Meri’s case, was natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Ayavah retrieved the lamp she was looking for, filled it with oil, and lit it with a tindertwig. The cheery light was brighter than a torch and less smoky, and set on the table, illuminated the shelves of carvings and statues around the room.

The woman adjusted her headwrap and picked up the statue that Merisiel had carried into the room. “Ah yes, this one. I remember this one, it was one of my earliest that I sold. I was a little hesitant about adding too much detail at the time.” The statue was carved of fine wood, with the details somewhat abstract – it was clearly two female forms, nude, embracing in a lusty embrace, and the two had horns and tails clearly identifying them as tieflings or some other kind of fiend-related form. But the faces were indistinct and the carving simple, though elegant.

“Here’s one of my latest, if you’d like to compare,” Ayavah said, taking down another from a shelf and placing it on the table. This was carved from a dark stone, gleaming in the lamplight, and Kyra felt her mouth open slightly as she beheld it. This carving was exquisite – tiny details drawing out the entwined women’s faces, forms, bodies in minute perfection. Their eyes, shut in the passion of their kiss, were individually rendered with distinct eyelashes and eyelids. The tail of one wrapped around the arm of the other, and the other wound her tail around a leg to rub teasingly between her partner’s asscheeks. Their arched backs sported small bat wings, and they had painstakingly detailed carvings of hair in their armpits and around their spread sexes, which Kyra almost could swear were wet with arousal. It was a trick of the light, combined with smoother stone polishing to increase reflection, she realized.

The first statue was erotic but understated. This one was blatantly pornographic, and incredibly beautiful. Even if she couldn’t show it to many without feeling judged, Kyra felt like she had to have this statue.

As Ayavah turned it to give the carving the best light, the cleric’s eyes widened as she realized what had been nagging at her perception since she had set eyes on the sculptor. Each of her hands had six fingers, all of which moved with perfect dexterity and showed no sign of deformity.

She may be self-conscious about that, Kyra thought. I shouldn’t call attention to it. Instead, she asked, “What are you asking for this piece? It’s amazing.”

“Oh, I think, perhaps, 60 gold sails?”

Merisiel began haggling, her familiarity with Magnimarian customs giving her the understanding of what kinds of offers would be considered polite. Kyra watched Ayavah as the two spoke, and as she did, became more and more certain about her suspicion.

“Well, seems like we have a deal,” Merisiel said, having argued the price down to 50, and counted out a variety of gold and platinum coins. Ayavah retrieved a scale and weighed out the coins to assure the ones from other shores were weighted the same as the local standard. She smiled and swept the coins into her own purse.

“So what do these statues represent to you,” Kyra asked. “Are they simply a celebration of lust between women, or something more?”

“Not that we have anything against lust between women!” Merisiel interjected with a grin.

“Ah-haha, yes, well the intent is to represent the capability of even dark subjects, like succubi and other such creatures, to rise above their origins and be beacons of beauty, love, and the purity of sexual delight. I designed them in this way, in part because I think they’re appealing, but also because I wanted to represent that even a creature that appears to be irredeemable can ascend, with the aid and love of others. Also, because I am a lover of women myself, I carved what I enjoy seeing and imagining. If I’m not mistaken, are you two as well…?”

“Oh yes. We’re together,” Kyra said with a nod, taking Meri’s hand in hers.

“As I thought. I can tell when my ass is being stared at,” Ayavah said with a smirk and a chuckle.

Both Merisiel and Kyra blushed as they were found out. “Well, can’t blame a girl for looking, right? In any case, would you like to toast your sale?” said the elf as she pulled a bottle of wine from her bag after stowing their new statue.

“Oh, of course, and I have plenty to share as well. Worth celebrating certainly. Now let me get those cups…”

Time passed, and the three women shared wine into the evening. As they became more comfortable, Kyra removed her headscarf and shook her curly locks out, Merisiel took off her shoes, and Ayavah became much more open about her own uniqueness.

“So I can trust you to keep this to yourselves, right?” She asked, speech only slightly slurred. “I only said half the reason I carve succubi. The other reason is…” and she paused to pull her own scarf from her head, revealing two horns, the same pale color as the rest of her skin, wrapping around her temples to the back of her skull. She looked at them waiting to see a reaction.

“Uh, oh my, you’re a tiefling! What, um, what a surprise!” Merisiel said, entirely unconvincingly. Kyra was sure her girlfriend had surmised the same as she had.

Ayavah looked slightly disappointed that her revelation was less startling than she had hoped. “So I’ve got demon blood – succubus to be exact – in my family. Some ancestor of mine had a nasty habit of summoning fiends to do her bidding. Fortunately the rest of my family hasn’t followed in her footsteps. My mother used divination to determine it was a succubus descended from Lady Nocticula herself.”

Kyra heard an odd note of reverence in the woman’s voice, and asked, “Are you upset at being related to a demon lord? Or proud?”

Ayavah shook her head vigorously. “Oh no, Nocticula isn’t a demon lord! She’s a fallen empyreal. One day, she will overcome the evil which has embraced her and ascend to resume a place among the chaotic, but not abyssal deities.”

“Well, I never heard of that, but if so I’m sure our goddesses will welcome her if she manages to purge herself of that evil,” Kyra said diplomatically. “Do those here give you much fuss about your heritage?”

“Oh, not really. Most of those who know are my friends, or more than friends, and I don’t let strangers know unless I can tell they’re not judgemental. Like you! You’re my friends!” The wine had brought a distinct flush to her pale cheeks, matching that on Merisiel’s. Kyra knew that if her own cheeks didn’t show the same, it was only due to the dusky shade of her skin.

“Only your friends?” Merisiel asked. “We’ll have to keep working on that until we’re more than friends!”

“Keep drinking and we’ll see how friendly we get,” Ayavah said with a laugh as she finished another cup of wine, and refilled it from the jug.

As they got deeper into their cups, Merisiel’s flirting with both women kept getting more blatant and forward. She placed her bare foot in Kyra’s lap, and the other in Ayavah’s, and said, “Footrub contest! Whoever gives me the best foot rub gets to suck my toes!” Both laughed, but also started working on giving the elf a sensual massage of her feet. Kyra knew a few things about what Meri liked, but from the look on her face, it seemed like Ayavah was no less into this massage than she was. Each of them rubbed her way up Meri’s legs, reaching her knees where her pants ended, and back down to her toes.

“I can’t decide!” Merisiel declared. “You’re both so good! It’s a tie, you can both suck my toes!” She giggled and wiggled her toes at each of them.

Kyra looked over at Ayavah, a question in her eyes. Ayavah answered hers with the wide, dark pupils of arousal and a nod. The cleric and the sculptor both lifted Merisiel’s slim feet and began nibbling, licking, and sucking on her toes. Merisiel moaned, and although she had been playing it off as a joke, Kyra knew that her girlfriend loved having her toes treated in this way. 

Kyra bit down on Merisiel’s smallest toes, then kissed and licked her way over her sole. A squeeze from her hand on the elf’s heel, then kissed her ankle, and ran a hand up her leg to rub her ass through her leather pants. She looked over and saw Ayavah lavishing attention on Meri’s toes, sucking each one into her mouth and nibbling on it in turn. Kyra tugged on the laces holding her girlfriend’s pants closed. She wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen, but she was drunk, she was horny, and her girlfriend wanted her to do things to her, so she wasn’t going to say no.

Once Meri’s pants came loose, she started shimmying her hips, encouraging them to pull them off her. Kyra and Ayavah each took one side of the pants and yanked them down, past her feet, and left Merisiel naked from the waist down. Kyra gave a gasp of arousal – her relationship with the elf was new enough that her wet, nearly-hairless pussy was always a delightful sight. She hoped it never got routine, no matter how often she saw it.

Ayavah certainly seemed to appreciate it. She ran one of her many-fingered hands up the inside of Meri’s thigh to explore her shiny nether lips and the tiny tuft of white hair at the peak of her cleft. Kyra wondered if she should feel jealous, but just felt turned on. “Can I?” Ayavah asked, looking up at Merisiel from between her legs.

“Goddess, yes!” With that permission, Ayavah buried her face into the elf’s cunt, eating it like a starving woman. Kyra heard Meri immediately begin moaning. “Oh fuck, that tongue, it’s wonderful! Go deeper!” 

Kyra found herself on her knees behind Ayavah, who was on her knees as well, arms gripping Merisiel’s legs and face deep in her crotch. The cleric pulled up on her skirt, asking, “Can I take this off you?” Ayavah’s head nodded vigorously, not taking her face away from Merisiel. Kyra pulled down, the skirt coming off and revealing the shapely ass with a slender tail extending from it, as she expected. Exposed, the tail uncoiled from around the tiefling’s leg and snaked around the human’s back affectionately.

Kyra reached between Ayavah’s legs and felt the wetness of her coarse-haired pussy, and a hard, very long clit protruding at least four inches above it. It felt almost like a small dick, or at least Kyra would imagine, but she knew that there was great variation in what anatomy a woman could have. She decided to put two fingers around it and start stroking it gently the same way that she’d seen others do to men’s cocks. Ayavah’s shudder told her she was doing the right thing. Then she saw the tiefling’s puckered asshole wink at her from under the base of the tail, and was drawn to it. Using her other hand to lift the tail, Kyra pressed her face into Ayavah’s cheeks and ran her tongue over the dark hole. It tasted nothing like Merisiel’s, whose ass Kyra had recently learned to love, but was just as delightful. She lapped at the silky-soft skin, stroked the woman’s clit, and felt the shivers and moans go through her.

Ayavah’s tail started pressing up against Kyra’s crotch through her robes, and Kyra pulled back to hurriedly strip down, tossing her robes and smallclothes to the floor and kneeling on them for cushioning. She dove back in, running her tongue along the length of the tiefling’s slit and up to her ass again. Between her legs, the tail pressed against her pussy and the tip slid into her, earning a moan.

Kyra heard her girlfriend scream, and recognized the sound of a massive orgasm overcoming her. Ayavah gasped as a hot squirt of elf come sprayed across her face, and threw her head back, Kyra’s stroking of her clit sending her into climax as well.

As Ayavah and Merisiel took a moment to catch their breath, Kyra greedily stripped them the rest of the way. Ayavah’s tail resumed its play inside her, wriggling into her cunt and filling her more deeply than before. She ran her hands over the two pairs of breasts, nibbling and sucking at the nipples, gasping delightedly as the tiefling’s tail rubbed over her g-spot.

Recovered from her climax, Merisiel captured Ayavah’s lips in hers in a fierce kiss, sloppily making out with their hostess as her wife began fingering both of them. Kyra’s fingers dipped into each woman’s core and she started a steady thrusting. As she did, she hit the familiar spots that she had recently learned Meri loved to have touched inside her, and sought out places in Ayavah that brought out similar moans and shudders.

Merisiel bent over to plant her face in Ayavah’s lap, and Kyra shifted up to capture the tiefling’s mouth with hers. A passionate kiss ensued, and Kyra finally realized why Meri responded so well to their hostess’s cunnilingus before – Ayavah’s tongue was long and sinuous, curling around hers in a wet, sultry embrace. Kyra plunged her fingers into both of her lovers, fucking them eagerly, as she felt Meri’s lips close around Ayavah’s extended clit, sucking it into her mouth like a cock.

The teasing tail slid wetly out of Kyra’s slit, only to work its way back toward her ass, and the slender tip found it easy to enter her backside with the slickness of her juices aiding it. Kyra groaned into the kiss as the thickening length of the fiend-born tail penetrated her further and further, stretching her as it went. Deciding to give as good as she got, Kyra positioned her thumb at the nether hole of each of the women, adding to the penetration of her fingers. Now she felt like she had these two nymphs perched on her hands like puppets, and she could control their pleasure with a flex of her fingers. She knew how much Merisiel liked this, and found that Ayavah responded to it as well.

The threesome became a whirlwind of tongues, fingers, pussies, asses, and a clever prehensile tail, until the three eventually made their way to Aya’s bed and formed a cycle, with the tiefling’s face buried in Kyra’s sex, Kyra’s in her girlfriend’s, and Mersiel’s between the legs of their host.

“Oh Sarenrae, your tongue! ” Kyra gasped as she felt a length beyond anything she had felt before sliding into her cunt until the flexible tip swirled around her cervix, making her shiver as it touched parts of her that had previously only felt the blunt tip of a phallic toy. She had not enjoyed that toy, but these internal caresses were driving her mad with delight. The way Ayavah’s tongue writhed inside her made her imagine tentacles and snakes and other eldritch beings, but somehow that just made it hotter. Kyra did her best to keep her focus on her elf’s dripping wet pussy and ass, and kept Merisiel’s pleasure growing, even as Aya tongue-fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

In the end, the three ended up falling asleep intertwined, not entirely unlike the succubi of Ayavah’s carvings, and woke with hangovers and a feeling of awkwardness. As they made their farewells, Ayavah promised to make a new statue, with three succubi whose faces and bodies would be reminiscent of the three of them.

Merisiel and Kyra walked in silence for a while. Finally the cleric spoke. “Meri, love… I don’t usually do things like that, I want you to know.”

The elf chuckled. “You must have natural talent then,” she said as she leaned over to kiss Kyra’s cheek. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Kyra blushed. “Flatterer. I just… are you alright with us having done that?”

“Of course. It was amazing and fun, and we’ll always have the delicious memories.”

“Oh good. Good. There’s a part of me that feels like you must think me a slattern to dive into the sex of a near stranger like that – a very irrational part, I admit, but it’s there.”

“A slattern? Huh? You think I’d judge you for taking part in that when I was right there with you?”

Kyra rubbed her eyes, and sighed. “Some of those in my past have been very judgemental about indulging in lust. Or even just about the fact that I am attracted to women but not to men.”

Merisiel scratched her chin. “Really? I mean, I heard some folks get all weird about that… wait, you’re not secretly a noblewoman and never told me are you?” Kyra shook her head. “Oh, good. Nobles get starchy about making sure their bloodlines have heirs and such, and I’ve learned being the girlfriend of a noble whose family wants to make sure has a child with someone other than a no-account, thieving, elfish commoner is bad for your life expectancy.”

“Well, the patriarch of the al Kiraan clan – that is, my father – had very specific expectations for his daughters, mostly about giving him many grandsons. There’s a reason I don’t talk about my family very much.”

“Really? What an asshole. Hey, look at that tree. See that big knot right on the trunk? Imagine that’s your dad’s nose. For real, go ahead and do that.”

Kyra laughed. “Alright, my love, I am imagining it. His nose is slightly larger than that, but I’m imagining it nonetheless.”

THUNK!

One of Meri’s knives now quivered in the center of the knot, thrown expertly by the rogue’s deft hand. “That’s for making Kyra sad!” She said with mock anger, then smiled at her girlfriend. Kyra couldn’t resist a giggle in response.

The two resumed their walk into the streets of Magnimar, hand in hand.

* * *

Village of Waldsby, Irrisen…

As morning dawned, overcast and dreary, Jhera and Ven donned the clothing of Nadya’s deceased wife, which was a good fit for their tall, broad frames, while Elin Darovel borrowed the red-head’s more petite garments. “You look good in a dress, Daro,” Ven commented with a wink.

Lini caused a stir among their hosts by running bare-assed through the kitchen to bend over next to the cupboard and called, “Hatch! Are you done with my dress? I neeeeeeeeeed it!” In the process, she gave everyone a perfect view of her petite asscheeks, her rosy pink pucker in the middle, and the thicket of green hair around her pussy.

The boys laughed uncontrollably, shouting, “Ma, ma, we can see her butthole! She’s showing us her butthole!” Jhera seemed captivated by this sight, staring at the gnome’s rear until she straightened up and pulled her dress over her head.

“You’ll need a warmer coat than that, Lini,” Nadya said, apparently taking the gnome’s lack of modesty in stride. “Let me see if some of the boys’ older stuff will fit you.”

As the five went out into the village, their first landmark was the crossroads at its center, in which two roads broadened into a largely empty, snowy square, where an ancient, corroded statue of a woman served as a perch for an unkindness of ravens who watched the newcomers with only an occasional croak or flutter of black feathers. A shuttered, darkened village hall was to their right, and Elin checked a note with Nadya’s guidance on it. “Blacksmith over there, general store beyond it, carpenter over there, chapel of Pharasma there.” She pointed in three directions.

On the porch of the carpenter’s shop, a friendly-looking halfling whistled to himself and waved as he worked on a set of wooden rods that might be a chair, stool, or table in the making. Lini just ran off in his direction without asking. 

The remaining four split up – Jhera and Darovel to the south towards the chapel, and Ven and Elin to the blacksmith and general store. Each had an amount of gold, and a cover story – they were merchants that joined Nadya’s caravan in the adjoining lands known as the Realm of the Mammoth Lords – named for the huge, shaggy, tusked beasts with long, prehensile noses that the Kellid barbarians hunted, tamed, and rode. Their armor and weapons were in desparate need of repair, refreshing, and improvement, and their supplies were running low.

As they passed unmarked buildings, they had to guess at the purposes therein. One had what seemed to be a long, braided beard hanging from the door. A barber, perhaps? Another was clearly a public house of some kind, with music and loud conversation coming from within.

At the chapel, Jhera spoke to the priest. Rolf was a fairly young man, but had seen a lot of pain and loss among the villagers in the time he had ministered to them. The chapel was marked with a spiral carved of wood, was filled with ramshackle pews, and a fence of stone surrounded a graveyard behind it. Rolf described the situation in the village as a tense standoff between the villagers and the Pale Tower guards. The Tower relied on the village for food and supplies. The village relied on the Tower to purchase imported food brought in by Nadya and other merchants who ran dogsled caravans to nearby countries, and for the enchanted seeds that produced the few crops capable of growing in the snow. Recently, though, Baroness Nazhena Vasilliovna has begun demanding more tribute, more wood from the lumberjacks, and conscripted many of the younger men of the village into the Pale tower guards.

The priest offered these statements without any judgements or opinions, and seemed to be guarded, suspicious of newcomers. But he was able to provide a few healing items in exchange for coin, and Darovel could tell he had no interest in helping the authorities.

At the blacksmith, Elin and Vendrel arranged to have weaponry sharpened and repaired, paying an extra charge for a rush job, and buying arrows, knives, and a wooden shield that had a moderate protective enhancement. Then they made their way to the general store, passing the burnt remains of a ruined house, and began searching through the shelves of goods for items of use – a metal-reinforced leather jerkin for Ven, a fine bow for Daro, and other necessities. As they gathered items, a young woman, perhaps 16 or so, watched them from a distance. She never said a word to them, just watched every move and listened carefully, inspiring the elf and human to keep their voices quiet and heads covered in their hoods. When Elin brought their purchases to the shopkeeper to settle up, she pulled back the hood – to reveal blue skin and pure white hair, making her look like a cold fey creature of some sort.

“Your daughter? She’s been peeking at us while we shop,” Elin said, trying to effect the arrogance and confidence of a powerful fey.

“Milivsa? Just curious, I’m sure. We don’t get many honored guests like yourself, m’lady,” the middle-aged human woman said as she used an abacus to total their purchases. “Or maybe she was hoping to pet your kitten,” she added, peering at the tiny cat sitting on Elin’s shoulder.

“Fey cats tend to bite,” warned Elin with her best attempt at a malicious grin. “Might not have all your fingers afterwards,” she said, turning to look at the teenager, who blanched and moved away.

“I think that was more than curiosity,” Ven muttered to Elin as they walked out. “I know what it looks like when someone’s looking at someone they think doesn’t belong.”

“I hope I fooled her into thinking I was a cold fey then.”

They saw the others coming in the other direction, away from the chapel, and hurried to meet them. As they walked, they saw Lini still chatting with the halfling carpenter on his porch, and a quick message from Elin called her to them as well.

The five reconvened in the village square outside of the public house, talking about what they had learned and achieved in the time that had passed. Lini showed them the finely made staff of dark wood she had purchased from the carpenter. “Get this – this fellow, Arbagazor Frimbocket, is the brother of the carpenter Tengezil in Heldren. When I told him, he hasn’t been in touch with his brother for nearly a century, and had no idea he was a carpenter too. Isn’t that odd?”

Jhera said, “That lines up with something else I’ve noticed, Lini. This village seems strangely similar to Heldren, much more so than I would otherwise expect simply from being a similar sized logging community.”

“I have a hypothesis,” Elin said. “Curious coincidences are often a sign of ley-line connections. It may be that the reason the portal was created near here and near Heldren was because of such a connection.”

“Does that help us in any way?” Darovel asked her. Elin just shrugged.

“Visitors!” came a loud, cheery voice, intruding into their quiet conversation. Looking at the door of the public house, a balding, middle-aged human was leaning out of the door and waving at them. “We’re just about to serve luncheon! Come join us at the Wild Weasel, we so rarely see strangers in Waldsby. Complimentary hot tea!”

All agreed that hot tea sounded pleasant, and filed into the place. It wasn’t too busy, but there were a fair number of what looked like woodcutters having warm porridge, cold smoked meat, and tea. As they took a seat at one of the tables, Lini sat on Jhera’s lap instead of in a chair of her own, which the others did not fail to notice. The proprietor, who introduced himself as Emil, dropped off a pot of tea and cups. As Darovel watched the man return to the kitchen, the elf’s gaze fell upon a large, polished mirror on the far wall, in which the whole room was reflected. “Mirror’s cleanest thing in here,” he observed. Elin quietly used prestidigitation to clean the teacups before Ven poured it for them. It was herbal, and rather bitter, but undeniably hot.

“I don’t trust it,” Lini said, from her perch on Jhera’s lap, holding a human-sized teacup in both hands. “People don’t clean mirrors in pubs.”

Elin didn’t look at the mirror, but muttered the words she needed to activate a sense for magic. “It’s magical, alright, but I don’t know what kind of magic. Could be self-cleaning for all I know.”

“Let’s eat and leave as quickly as possible,” Jhera said with a worried look on her face. Lini reached up a small hand and touched her cheek.

“Don’t worry. It’s fine, I’m sure,” the little druid said.

* * *

Nadya’s boarding house, Waldsby, that evening…

The stairs were dark and creaked under her bare feet as Elin carefully crept down, heading to Nadya’s room. She approached, and saw the glimmer of lamplight from under the door. Slender knuckles rapped gently on the door. “Nadya? It’s Elin, can I come in?”

“Oh! I – yes, come in.”

Elin pushed open the door to see their redheaded host in a warm-looking flannel nightgown, sitting in bed with a lamp lit on the side table, and a leather-bound book in her hands. It was closed, like she had abruptly closed it when Elin knocked.

Elin came into the room, showing that she was wearing a light slip dress and nothing more. “I was hoping to talk to you, you’ve been so generous to us and helpful. I hope this doesn’t get you in trouble with anyone. We would love to do something to help you out in return.”

Nadya looked her up and down. “That’s kind of you, Elin, sweetie. Um, pardon the question, but aren’t you cold in only that?”

Elin chuckled. “Like the witches who run your country, I’ve learned a magical trick for keeping body heat inside, not losing it to cold surroundings. You could call me a winter witch, but I don’t follow the same ways they do by any means.”

Nadya nodded. “That’s reassuring. But does being warm hurt you?”

“Not at all. I can stop the focus at any point, easily. Of course too much heat will hurt just like anyone.”

Nadya drew back the blankets on the opposite side of her bed. “Feel free to join me here, then. I’ve heated it up with bedwarmers and it’s nice and toasty. Better for chatting in any case.”

Elin smiled and padded over, releasing the focus on the Lesson of Winter from her mind as she slid into Nadya’s bed and felt the almost-painful warmth lingering from the ember-filled bedwarmers. The bed was long enough for her comfort – Nadya was a short woman, but her late wife had been much taller. “Toasty indeed! This is a comfortable bed. This was yours and your wife’s?”

“Da, it was. Hjalne made it herself, and I wove the matting, and the blankets were a wedding gift from her people. You can see here…” She pointed out several interesting patterns on the blankets, distinctly different from others Elin had seen in the village. “These are patterns from her tribe in the Realm of the Mammoth Lords – the Bearpelt following, it’s called. She was a trader, and we met on one of her expeditions here.”

“I see, and were the children adopted, or from a previous marriage?”

“Oh no, she sired them with me. She was a winter’s daughter, you see – that’s what the kellids call a person who appears to be a boy when born, but has a woman’s spirit. They use alchemical potions to give them a woman’s body and face, but she still had what a man uses to make babies!” The redhead gave a wistful smile. “I’ve preferred women since I was young, and assumed that would make it difficult to have kids. It was fate’s own blessing that the woman I fell in love with happened to be able to give them to me.”

Elin smiled and put her hand on Nadya’s arm. “That’s a blessing indeed. I’m so sorry that I had to bring you such terrible news about your oldest.” Nadya’s face fell, and she pulled Elin into a tight hug.

“Did she at least have a moment of peace after you destroyed the doll her soul was bound into?” she asked after a long, comforting embrace.

Elin looked at the beautiful woman’s face, seeing tears running from her eyes, long-uncried and at last being released. She caressed her cheek, wiping away tears. “She did, Nadya. We smashed the gem holding her soul, and we saw a phantom of her thank us and tell us her name before she went on, I assume to join the River of Souls.”

Nadya shuddered and gave a sob, pressing her face against Elin’s chest. The elf rubbed the smaller human’s head, holding her close. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she repeated as her face pressed against Elin’s barely-covered breasts. “Oh… I’m sorry…” she said in a moment, and Elin looked down to see that her nipple had become uncovered from the contact. Nadya looked up at her, blushing, and Elin looked in her eyes to see arousal fighting with sorrow.

“Would you like to kiss me, Nadya?” Elin asked. The irriseni woman just blinked at her, startled, so Elin repeated, “Nadya, would you like to kiss me? I’ve seen your eyes on me, and I can tell…”

The young mother leaned up and stopped Elin’s words with a press of her lips. Her lips were soft and warm, and very different from the men’s lips she’d kissed recently. The elf opened her mouth and the two women’s tongues began to intertwine. 

Nadya moaned into the kiss as Elin’s hands pressed against her large, soft breasts through her nightgown. The thin straps of the elf’s revealing dress slid off her shoulders at the touch of Nadya’s fingers, and the human began kissing down her chin and neck. She murmured against Elin’s cool, soft skin, “Please make me forget, for one night, everything I’ve lost.”

* * *

Jhera’s hands were holding Lini close to her, and the gnome’s lips were locked with the larger human’s, kissing as they had last night for too short a time before the need for sleep forced them to put off anything more – to tonight.

Lini had thrown off her fur-lined dress as soon as they were in the room, her child-sized but woman-shaped figure gleaming with firelight as she had sashayed toward the bed in an attempt to be seductive and enticing. Jhera had stifled her amusement, and quickly doffed her outerclothes, but left her smallclothes on for the time. (Lini, like Elin, seemed ideologically opposed to the wearing of undergarments.) Jhera swept her up in her arms and fell back onto the bed, the ropes under the mattress creaking slightly with her weight. She brought Lini to her chest and the gnome reached up to hold her cheeks, and kissed her fiercely. The difference in size between the two sets of lips and tongues made it slightly awkward, but for Jhera it felt too good to care.

She’d been trying to resist her attraction to the druid for weeks, ever since they had met in Heldren and been tasked with dealing with the summer snow. Now she set that resistance aside, and wrapped her hands around the gnome’s smooth, naked skin, feeling her muscular thighs and cupping her petite ass with her fingers. It wasn’t her first time kissing and groping someone like this, but her previous partners were much closer to her size. Fingertips pressed into Lini’s asscrack were almost too big to use to tease her tiny ass pucker and narrow slit, but the gnome’s nether lips were already soaked with anticipation.

Lini broke the kiss with the big Hellknight and whispered, “Do you want to taste me or finger me?” Jhera wasn’t used to forthright questions like that, but decided to answer with actions – she used her grip on the gnome’s lower body to lift her up and kissed her way down her torso, first taking Lini’s entire breast into her mouth, and teasingly nibbling at their tips, then kissing down her belly to her goal. Fuzzy green hair, matching that on her head, tickled Jhera’s chin and lips as she took a long lick of the entire length of Lini’s womanhood, tasting the sweetness of her juices and the heat of her body. Not the first time Jhera had tasted a woman’s sex, but she was overcome by how, though much smaller, the tastes and wetness and pleasure was even more concentrated. Noting her new lover’s reactions, she focused first on the lips, then slid her tongue between them, curled up into a tube, and filled Lini’s narrow cunt as deeply as she could.

Lini gasped and groaned, running her fingers through Jhera’s dark hair. “Oh yes! Fuck! I love how big your tongue is!” Jhera darted her tongue out, tasting the sweet, tart, musky flavor of this woman, and swirled her tongue around her clit, which was as tiny as the rest of her. Thinking about what she loved herself, the human slid her tongue down the length of Lini’s nether lips and circled around the tiny pink pucker that had so entranced her that morning.

That seemed to be a special spot for Lini, who gave a cry and shuddered with pleasure. She moved a hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. “Uhhh, Jhera, baby, I need something in my cunt, please, use a finger!”

She didn’t stop lapping at the gnome’s asshole – it tasted as delicious as the rest of her – but placed her index finger to the narrow folds and pressed inward. To her surprise, the hole opened and stretched around her digit as she slid it in. With ease, Lini took the length of her finger, and though her flesh squeezed around it, she had the sense it could stretch further. “More, please more!” the druid begged, her body shaking. With a sense of wonder, Jhera licked her thumb, and pressed it at the puckered rear hole, which opened easily and eagerly swallowed it. Now she felt like she held Lini’s small body in her hand, almost like a puppet. With flexing of her fingers, she could make the gnome shudder and mewl, her body squeezing around the intruders, their size like full-sized cocks relative to her body.

Lini was coming, Jhera realized, over and over, her body jerking and a whining groan coming from her chest like a high-pitched growl. Fingers sliding in and out felt like there was stretch to spare in her tiny form. “Do you want more? Lini, dear, do you want another finger?” The gnome was too gone to speak, but nodded her verdant-haired head furiously. Jhera withdrew her index finger, keeping her thumb in Lini’s nether hole, and licked her first two fingers, then pressed them back in. The fit was tighter, and she went slower to keep from hurting her new lover, but within moments, her first two fingers were buried deeply within Lini’s juicy cunt.

Lini screamed.

As she came without restraint or control, Jhera felt her tiny friend clenching around her fingers, and female juices trickled down her hand and wrist. She began licking this liquid from her hand to keep it from soiling the mattress below. Then she took another look upward and pulled her head – but not her hand – back in surprise.

Lini’s hair was changing color, from green to silvery gray, and as it changed, it grew down her face and shoulders, covering much of her upper body in fur, gray and white and spotted with black. Her wild eyes had changed from the emerald green hue that the human adored, to a fierce amber. Jhera glanced over at Droogami, who was sitting up and staring at Lini as if fascinated or concerned. His fur, and eyes, looked the same. She looked back at Lini, and the fur had reached her upper chest… only to retreat and turn back to green on her head, leaving her skin bare again, as she collapsed after her orgasm came to an end.

Jhera didn’t know what to say or do. She held her fingers within the gnome, afraid to move as little aftershocks and shivers passed through the tiny woman. After a minute or two passed, Lini’s eyes, emerald again, focused and her breathing became more normal, and she looked down to meet Jhera’s gaze. “That… was… amazing!! ” she exclaimed. “Uh, you look a little spooked – did my head spin around when I peaked or something?”

Jhera smiled and decided to talk about what she had seen later. Surely it was some sort of druid thing, right? Nothing to worry about. “It was just very intense! I’m sure the boys heard that.”

From the other room, they heard a masculine groan and a chuckle, as well as a sound of skin slapping against skin. “If they’re paying attention, that is!” Lini laughed. “Come on… take those fingers out, and then it’s my turn on you!”

* * *

When Elin left, saying she was going to spend some time talking to their host, Daro and Ven kissed her one after the other, and the dark elf whispered, “Have fun and take your time.” All three had noted the looks Nadya had given Elin when she thought no one was looking, and thought it likely Elin would not return for some hours, if not end up sleeping in Nadya’s bed for the night.

The door closed, and Vendrel turned to the other man, who captured his lips in a fervent kiss. “So what would you like tonight, love?” Daro asked him.

“I, uh, would like to be your boy tonight, you know? Be under your control.”

“You want to be submissive?” Ven nodded. “Fantastic. I tend to be more dominant, so that works. For starters, do you have a safeword?”

“A what?”

“Is this the first time you’ve done this?” Ven shook his head. “But you’ve never learned about safewords? Zura’s teeth! Alright, let’s just use ‘safeword’, it’s easy to remember. If you say that, the scene stops immediately, if you’re tied up I untie you, if I’m penetrating you in any way I’ll stop, and we don’t start again until we deal with whatever made you want to stop, or we stop for the night if you want.”

Ven nodded and smiled. “How do you want me?”

“Naked, face down on the bed.” Daro reached into his pack and got out some hempen rope and a sharp knife. “This is in case I fuck up a knot and I need to get you out immediately.” He placed it under the pillow at the top of the bed, then cut the rope into four separate lengths.

Vendrel stripped naked and gave a shiver, though the fireplace kept the room warm. He climbed onto the bed, his hairy body slowly relaxing as he lays prone. Daro slid a pillow under his hips, and tucks his cock down, so it lay between his thick thighs. With careful, sure hands, the dark elf tied a comfortable but secure knot around each of his lover’s limbs, and attached them to each of the posts of the bed. “Comfortable?” Ven tested the give of each tie, and nodded slowly. “Good.”

Daro stripped naked as well, his lengthy cock bobbing in front of him, hard as mithral. He climbed up on to the bed, kneeled between Ven’s spread legs, and began with rubbing his hands over the rounded, firm asscheeks in front of him. As Ven gave a moan of approval, he slapped both hands down onto each one, leaving a pink handprint in each center. Ven gasped, then moaned. Daro ran his fingernails down the backs of his thighs, scratching through the fuzzy hair, and leaving pink trails. Moving to sit on the backs of these thighs, cock pressing against Ven’s crack, and scratches again, from his shoulders down the length of his muscular back to just above the swell of his ass.

“Oh fuck, Daro, that feels amazing!” Ven groaned out. Daro just chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a sensual kiss to the back of the man’s neck. As he did, he rocked his hips, and his cock, leaking pre-come from the tip, slides through the channel between Ven’s cheeks with each motion.

After a long, patient interval of kissing, scratching, and rubbing a long elvish cock over a human’s puckered ass, Darovel slides down again, kneels between Ven’s thighs, and presses his face into the hairy furrow his cock was just occupying. The scent of Ven, hot, musky, sweaty, and sexual fills his nostrils, and he opens his mouth to press his tongue against the dark hole, tasting his body. He licks and laps at it for a while, Ven moaning in delight and pressing his ass back against the elf’s face. Daro took brief breaks from rimming to bite onto Ven’s asscheeks, sinking his teeth into the flesh and making Ven hiss with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Daro presses his tongue back to the musky hole, circling it around the puckered rim and then dipping into the center. “Oh gods, Dar, yes, tongue my ass, tongue-fuck me!” Ven whispered, shuddering in pure taboo pleasure.

After putting as much spit onto the hole as he could, Daro moved up, taking some of the grease he’d taken from the kitchen on his first two fingers, and pressed the two fingers to Ven’s hole. At the same moment, he laid over and to the side of the human’s body, and whispered in his ear, “Are you ready?” Ven nodded.

Daro pushed forward and the two greased fingers penetrated, stretching Ven’s spit-slick ass and making him moan. “I didn’t hear you, boy… are you ready? ”

“Yes… sir,” Ven said quietly. 

“Ready for what , boy?"

“Ready… for you to fuck my ass, sir.”

“Good.”

And with a thrust of his hips, Daro plunged his cock into Ven’s well-greased chute.

* * *

Nadya’s flannel nightgown was pushed up to above her breasts, and she was actively stroking and rubbing her nipples as Elin kissed her way down her belly. A fiery bush of orange hair surrounded her pussy, and the elf used her fingers to spread the pubes aside before diving her face into the wet folds in between. As she lapped along her folds and flicked the tip over her clit, Elin rubbed her fingers down to her host’s anus and rubbed it softly.

Elin’s naked body gleamed in the firelight, and she looked up at Nadya over the expanse of her pale body, a question in her large eyes. “Ohhh fuck, Elin… yes, please play with my ass… finger my ass… fuck my ass please! I loved it when Hjalne fucked my ass…”

With a grin, Elin lifted Nadya’s slim legs over her shoulders and slid her face down to begin lapping at Nadya’s nether hole. The fine red hairs ran down around her pucker, contrasting with the skin as pale as elin’s. Elin kissed and nibbled, licked and nuzzled, teasing Nadya’s ass, before sliding a slender finger in, slicked with her spit, and began fucking her. Nadya groaned, shuddering, and murmuring, “Been so long…”

From upstairs, they heard Lini scream. “What was that?” Nadya said, worried.

“I think Jhera has been doing something similar to this to Lini… about time, too. She’s been pining after her for days.” Elin dove back into Nadya’s cunt, sucking her juices from her hole as another finger joined the first in the young mother’s tight ass.

“Mmmm, good thing the twins sleep like logs… oh… goddess that feels good!” she moaned.

Elin pulled back and rotated her head, and said “Turn over, on your knees. I need a better angle, dear.” Nadya, eager to continue, shifted around, turning to get on her knees with her plump bubble-butt sticking up in the air. Elin kept her fingers in the dark hole between her cheeks for the whole rotation, and leaned in to begin licking around the pucker, tasting the woman’s ass as her fingers plunged into it, spreading more saliva inside her.

Nadya moaned and shuddered, pressing her face into the pillow, while Elin fucked her. She pressed a third finger in, stretching the woman’s ass, and stroked the silky walls of her ass. She could feel Nadya shaking with pleasure every time she pressed her fingertips against her pleasure spots in her cunt through the thin flesh separating them.

Turning around to face upward, while keeping her fingers in the irriseni woman’s ass, Elin moved her head under Nadya’s pussy and began sucking and licking her clit again. Using a technique she had long relied on to drive her female lovers crazy, the elf began tracing letters over her clit, long strokes in different directions spelling out dwarven runes (elven glyphs were too curvy and complicated) one after another until she felt Nadya’s walls clenching around her fingers, her body shaking, and a stream of girl juices streaming down her face. 

* * *

Lini didn't know why she had never taken a human to bed before. Being licked by a tongue as big as your hand, being fucked by fingers as big as the dicks of the ordinary-sized men you’d been with before – completely mind-blowing. Now she wondered what a human – or elf – sized cock could do to her. Why, a long one might not fit in her at all, she might have to… 

“Lini, by the gods, don’t stop!”

Right, she had more immediate concerns.

The gnome turned her hand, twisting it within the hot, tight, wet tunnel it was seated in. Jhera’s cunt was clenching around her wrist, holding her fist inside her, while Lini flexed her fingers and pressed her knuckles against the rough surface of the pleasure spot behind her pubic bone, and stroked her fingertips over the sensitive ring of her cervix, making the human groan with every motion.

Lini had a mischievous grin on her face, delighting in this new, wonderful experience. It wasn’t by any means the first time she had fucked another woman, but the freedom to fit nearly her entire forearm inside her partner was entirely new. This was like having detailed control over her partner, being able to twist her hand just so, and elicit a groan or shudder. Lini leant over and took the head of Jhera’s clit, which had swollen to emerge from its hood as she grew ever more aroused, between her lips, suckling it as if it were a small cock, which brought more moans and shudders from the woman. 

Lini began sliding her hand out of Jhera’s tunnel, making her whimper softly. When it had emerged entirely, the hellknight murmured, “Put it back in, please, fill me!” Lini took a lick of the slick juices covering her hand, and grinned up at Jhera. 

“You want this inside you?” Jhera nodded. “Where do you want it?” Lini giggled at herself.

“Muh… my pussy, please…”

“Oh, not here?” Lini rubbed two tiny fingers over the human’s crinkled ass.

“Oh… there too, if you want… one in both? Please?” Jhera looked almost pathetic as she begged for her small lover to continue fisting her.

“Oh, well, you’ve been good, so…” And Lini clenched her slippery hand into a pointed shape and pressed it to Jhera’s nether hole, and it slid in easily. Jhera gasped, as the hand slipped into her, stretching the ring around the widest spot of her fist and closing around her wrist, then moving deeper and feeling the heat and silky feeling of Jhera’s body. She did the same with her other hand, pressing it to the human’s hot, dripping cunt. Soon she was in each of her lover’s holes up to mid-forearm, moving back and forth in alternating motions.

Lini could feel the movements of one hand with the other through the thin walls separating them, and pressed them closer together, then further apart, making Jhera groan and mewl with pleasure. Soon enough she started breathing faster, begging for more, and Lini leaned down to suck her clit again. That turned out to be exactly what was needed, and in moments, both anal and vaginal muscles clenched down on the gnome’s slender hands, as the hellknight came like a charging bull.

“ YESSSSSSSS ” Jhera growled, in a guttural bellow that sounded like she was possessed by some devil or demon, her body jerking and shuddering with pleasure. Lini looked up to watch the face of the human she was driving to rolling orgasm after orgasm, and saw again the glittering sparkles across her porcelain skin and the unknowable figures dancing behind her eyes. It was beautiful and strange, and when there wasn’t utterly delightful sex to be had, it would be something that should be discussed. For now, Lini wanted to make this woman come until she passed out or her hands cramped, whichever happened first.

Without either woman being aware of it, the green of Lini’s hair grew slightly more vivid, and faint golden speckles became visible, had Jhera been paying attention, in her emerald irises.

* * *

Daro’s cock was everything Ven had hoped it would be. The length of it, sliding into his ass, stretched him and made him feel so impossibly full. His eyes rolled back with each thorough stroke deep into him, and he felt the elf’s thighs slapping against his asscheeks.

“Goddess, boy, your ass is hot as hell,” Daro said. “And so tight! Have you ever been fucked this deep?”

“Uh! Gods! No, never!”

Daro slapped Ven on the ass. “No, what? ”

“No, sir! Uhh! Uhh!” Ven could barely make coherent words. Every time the elf’s lengthy cock bottomed out inside him, it hit spots inside that hurt, but in a way that made him want more. He could feel liquid trickling out of his cock, as every stroke of Daro’s shaft milked more pleasure and more pre-come from his prostate.

“Do you like this, boy?”

“Uhh! Yes, sir!”

“Does my cock feel good in your ass?”

“So good!”

“Does it hurt?”

“Uhh! Yes, sir!”

“You like how it hurts, don’t you?”

“Oh gods! Yes, sir! Fuck me harder, please, sir!”

Ven’s head was swimming from the insanely hot dirty talk Daro was prompting from him. He felt very much like he was the dark elf’s fucktoy, his cocksleeve. He felt at once degraded and objectified, and at the same time a deeply pleasurable sense of peace. He had no power, no ability to move, nothing he could do but take the pain and pleasure of the shaft pumping into him as long as his lover wanted. Except, he had the power to end it instantly, just by saying ‘safeword’. The fact that he could do that, let him accept and embrace this feeling of utter surrender.

Daro began punctuating his thrusts into Ven’s ass with slaps of his hands on the hairy man’s thighs and cheeks, growling and showing his teeth. “Get ready to take my come, boy,” he groaned.

“Fill me up! Breed my ass, sir!” Ven responded. He wanted to feel it, to be filled up that way. He only admitted it to himself when he was highly turned on, like now, but one of his favorite sexual feelings was come trickling out of his asshole after being ‘bred’.

“Fucking take it!” Daro growled as he sheathed his cock fully in his bottom’s ass, his muscles clenching rhythmically. Ven believed he could feel the hot come being deposited deep inside him. He felt hot and cold and shivery and blissful. Daro pulled most of the way out and gave a few more thrusts, using Ven’s asshole to milk the last few measures of seed from his cock.

Daro collapsed on top of his human lover, worn out from topping him so vigorously. He lay, panting, on top of Ven for a few minutes, before reaching over and tugging the ‘quick release’ ties he’d used on the man’s wrists. Ven rubbed his wrists a bit now, and then wiggled his feet. “Can you get these too?”

“Yeah, whew, one moment…” the drow said as he caught his breath, and moved down to release the remaining two ties. Ven immediately rolled over, took his rock-hard cock in hand, and stroked it rapidly. Within moments, he was spewing hot human cream onto his furry belly. Daro watched this appreciatively, and when done leaned over to lick up the mess.

“Fuck, man, that was perfect. Exactly what I was hoping for,” Vendrel said as he relaxed. The two heard a guttural growl from the next room over, and started laughing. “Good job, Lini!”

* * *

Nadya’s lips were warm and teasing as they closed around Elin’s nipple, nibbling and tugging at it. Strong fingers delved gently between the elf’s legs, stroking her hairless lips and drawing a quiver from Elin’s body and a sigh of pleasure from her mouth.

“Please tell me what you like,” Nadya murmured, looking up at her guest’s angular face over the gentle swells of her bosom. “It’s been over two years since I was in bed with anyone, and nearly 9 since I was with anyone but Hjalne, and she had different equipment.”

“It’s fine, honey, do what feels good to you.”

Nadya kissed her way down Elin’s chest and belly, the short braids that framed her face trailing down and tickling Elin’s skin and raising gooseflesh. A mischievous bite of the elf’s inner thigh made her gasp, and then the villager was directly facing her spread pussy. “So sexy… I love how you are so wet and ready for me…” A long, sliding lick of the juices trickling from Elin’s cunt provoked a moan from Nadya at the taste. “Been so long since I tasted any but my own…”

“Don’t tease me,” Elin groaned. She reached down and spread her nether lips open wide, inviting the young mother in. Nadya pressed her mouth to the open slit and began lapping, tasting, drinking Elin’s essence. She was good at it, knew what she was doing, and was quickly picking up what to do – Elin imagined she was remembering dalliances with other teen girls in the village before meeting the winter’s daughter who would marry her and sire her children. Nadya’s clever tongue delved deep into the hot tunnel, and playfully bit down on her labia, which brought a moan to Elin’s lips. “Mmmm, yes, Nadya, I love some pain with my pleasure… bite me again, harder!”

Nadya did as she was bid, leaving teethmarks in the soft flesh, and Elin growled in response. The merchant slid a finger, then a second, easily into the elfin pussy, and she started fingering and stroking as she bit and nibbled her way along the pale inner thighs. Pink bitemarks raised from the milky skin, and Elin gasped and growled with each one. Nadya worked her way down the length of her leg while fucking her steadily with two, then three fingers. As the wet sound of female pleasure filled the room, Nadya bit down on the heel of Elin’s slender foot, making her gasp and laugh softly. The woman’s clever tongue slid along the sole, up to her toes, and gently nibbled and sucked on them, which Elin enjoyed, although it wasn’t a particular kink for her, she could tell how much Nadya liked it.

Nadya’s thumb joined her fingers in Elin’s cunt for just long enough to slick it up, before pressing into her ass, which accepted it easily. Her mouth switched to the other foot, sucking on those toes for a bit, before giving the big one a bite that made Elin yelp and laugh.

“Making love with Hjalne was always laughter… sometimes fierce, sometimes tender, but we always laughed with each other…” Nadya murmured, and proceeded to bite her way down to Elin’s pussy again, licking around the base of her thumb as she wiggled it inside, and then up to the elf’s clit to begin seriously working on her pleasure.

Elin’s eyes fluttered shut as she arched her back, pushing her hips up and her pussy against her new lover’s face. Nadya was tender and gentle, but insistent and eager, and drew a first, giggling orgasm from Elin as she teased her clit. Then she sucked the head between her lips and angled her fingers to stroke it from within, building a more intense series as Elin came again, harder and more intense.

A few more, and she withdrew her hand, shaking it as she felt the strain of the repetitive motion. She moved up to kiss Elin fiercely, and folded her legs with the elf to press her red-furred slit against Elin’s bare flesh, and began rocking her hips. “Let’s share this pleasure, my dear,” she whispered into the kiss as her clit rubbed over Elin’s. The two cunnies, slick with mingled drippings, ground into one another, driving both women to a slow, languid, but very satisfying shared orgasm.

As they lay in each other’s arms, they heard squeaking and rocking from two beds in the upstairs and chuckled at the ongoing loving of their friends. As they heard the climax of each of the couples, they quietly cheered for the couples, then pulled up the covers and fell asleep in a close embrace.

Chapter Text

Campsite in the Churlwood, Varisia…

It was Harsk’s turn in the rotation next, but the dwarf ranger just shook his head. “I think I’ll pass on this and go to my tent. These subjects don’t interest me much, to be honest, and I think we’ve covered most of what I have done already. Don’t worry about being loud – I’m tired enough to ignore it.”

Oloch refilled his tankard and watched the dwarf make his way to his one-person tent. “Well then, I reckon it’s me again. Alright. I confess that I have never willingly submitted my will to another. Well, aside from Lord Gorum, of course.” He smiled tuskily, expecting a lot of drinking on this one. Sure enough, Kyra, Merisiel, Valeros, Imrijka, and Seoni all took a drink. “Well, anyone want to share?”

Kyra gave Merisiel a squeeze through her leathers, feeing the wetness seeping through it, as as she said, “I do top Meri more often than not, but sometimes a girl just needs to get tied down to the bed and get the shit fucked out of her, you know?”

Merisiel gasped, and did her best to turn it into a laugh. “Besides my wife, I’ve submitted to plenty of Calistrians, both for the purposes of learning, and for fun. Others, it’s a lot more rare. I don’t easily trust people who aren’t part of her church to respect my consent or lack thereof. With Kyra I can just let go, and never worry about it. I’ve never felt safer than when I’m under her complete control.”

“Gods, you two are just sickening sometimes,” Seoni said with a grin. “Sometimes you have to just take a risk. When I met Sir, I didn’t know him, I had no reason to trust him, but there was just something about this orc that I couldn’t say no to. And on paper I guess it would seem pretty ill advised to just let someone you just met, while both of you were sloshed, do what we did.”

Valeros did a spit-take, spraying a mouthful of ale towards the fire. “Wait, you two fucked then? The first night we met? I had no idea… I thought you didn’t get together until after we had been traveling for a while.”

“To be fair, Val, you’ve never been ze most perceptive fellow vhen it comes to zat sort of thing,” Imrijka said teasingly.

“We tried to keep it a secret for a bit, but in the end we couldn’t. Kyra got all protective and dommy at Sir over me, but he promised her everything I was doing was my choice. There’s no question that Sir is just the sexiest man I’ve ever met, and ever since, all he has had to do to get me on my knees was give me that look. You know which one.” She looked up at the warpriest. “Yes, that one, Sir. Gods, it just makes me soaked. If you told me to start blowing you right here in front of everyone, or to strip naked for you in the middle of town, there wouldn’t be any argument.”

Imrijka coughed and said, “Well, I don’t think ve’re anywhere near drunk enough for zat kind of thing to start. I’d rather not say my own, though. It’s pretty private, and it was enough for me to know that I don’t like being on the bottom of that kind of thing. The other vay around, though… vell, Val, do you vant to tell them about vhat ve do?”

Valeros nodded at his girlfriend and said, “Sure, why not? Well, sometimes we do a little roleplaying. She plays the big mean inquisitor and ties me up and interrogates me, usually with sexual teasing. It’s silly but fun and sexy, y’know? Like playing ‘guards and bandits’ for adults with your pants off.” Imjirka chuckled at that, her gray-green cheeks turning darker with a slight blush.

Merisiel clapped her hands and cackled, hoping no one noticed it was a cover for shuddering in pleasure. Unfortunately, Imrijka caught her eyes and smirked, and Meri was suddenly sure the inquisitor knew, or at least suspected, what Kyra’s hands were doing under the cover of her cloak.

Seoni stretched and shifted to a more comfortable position at Oloch’s feet. “Well, I confess that I have never intentionally gone naked where someone I didn’t know could see me. Peepers don’t count.”

Merisiel drank, as did Valeros. He chose to speak first, explaining, “Well, when I was a teenager, a couple of my friends and I went swimming at the beach, at night, and when we got out, one of them dared me to walk back to town naked. I just strutted right up there into town. You’ve probably heard about it at some point. Caused a bit of a stir.”

Merisiel had to concentrate to keep her voice level as Kyra’s fingers found their way through an opening her leathers, unsnapping a couple fasteners which held closed a flap intended for Meri to relieve herself without having to shuck her armor, and began actually fingering her, going slowly to avoid noise, but definitely penetrating her. You are such a bitch!

You love me.

I love your mouth and your fingers. Ummmm like that… a little higher… ahhhh….

“Uh! So, leaving aside Calistrian rites, there’s been a few times when I was sleeping with someone, and their spouse came home, and I was out the window without stopping to take my clothes. I figured it was their problem if… ahhh… you know… they had to explain why my clothes were there. So I’m pretty sure folks have seen me traipsing over rooftops in the all-together as I escaped the wrath of… let me see… two husbands and a wife, if I recall correctly. There’s also been a couple times when a spouse came home, and the person I was sleeping with said, ‘Look honey, I got us a present!’ Which was fine if they got my permission in advance. Not so much otherwise.” She was having more and more trouble keeping her composure as Kyra’s clever fingers found her favorite spots in Meri’s cunt, and was pretty sure she was starting to get flushed. Could blame it on the ale, right?

Kyra now was speaking, even as her fingers worked their way in and out of her wife, feeling the elf’s warmth and wetness. “I confess that I have never had sex with someone while so drunk I couldn’t remember it.”

Now everyone drank. As they lowered their tankards, there was a mutual shared chuckle. “I think we all know how that goes,” Seoni said. “As I mentioned before, Sir and I were pretty drunk the first time we got together, at that tavern where we hired him the first time. Both of us couldn’t remember it clearly when we first woke, until it came back to us over the course of a couple hours.” Oloch nodded with a grin on his face as he remembered. “Good times, Sir,” Seoni 

The other half-orc now blushed a bit. “For me, it vas boring,” Imrijka explained. “Got betrunken to forget some sadness, voke up vith an unfamiliar face. Found out his name vas Gid. He vas as embarrassed as I vas, but made some porridge und offered to pay for preventative potion, but vas relieved when I explained it vasn’t needed. Ve parted on guten, err, good terms and I’ve never seen him again. Still don’t know vhether it was any good or not.”

Val nodded. “More or less the same for me, except it’s happened about… hmm… four times? Maybe five? I guess more if you count where it took me a little while to remember.” He shrugged. Cayden Caylean, the famous drunken god, had risen from a heroic, powerful mortal to a true deity in one night, apparently having completed the Test of the Starstone that granted godhood while so drunk that he couldn’t remember a bit of it. Valeros, as an enthusiastic follower of Cayden, seemed to take that as a model for his own behavior.

Merisiel was breathing a little heavier now, but had to use as much self-control as she could muster to speak clearly and calmly. “One of those folks with the angry spouse I mentioned? I don’t remember him, other than waking up to him saying, ‘Hurry! Wake up! My husband’s home!’ and I was outside on the roof before I was fully awake. Shame, really, he was kind of cute. I wish I remembered how he was in bed.” She leaned against Kyra, trying to keep her breathing steady. “Can I pass this turn? Having trouble thinking of stuff.”

“I think ve haff had about enouff tonight as vell,” Imrijka said. “I think it is time for Val and I to retire to our tent and vork off ze horny zat you haff all gave us.” The half-orc pulled Valeros to their tent, but not so fast that they couldn’t see a bulge in his trousers.

The two remaining couples all had a laugh, and then a moment of silence stretched into an awkward pause.

“So, Kyra, were you going to just keep fingering Meris in front of us all evening or are you going to do something more?” Seoni asked bluntly, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room, since she and Oloch had been aware of the wives’ furtive play for some time now.

Both flushed hotly, but Kyra didn’t stop the motion of her hand. Instead she sped up, more freely finger-fucking Meri now that she didn’t have any reason to try to be silent. “Is there something more that you would like to have happen, See?” she asked, eyes meeting the sorceress’s boldly.

“Depends on what’s on offer. Hypothetically speaking, if a certain couple of ladies were interested in swapping partners for an evening, or in having a foursome, it’s just possible that a master and his pet might have already discussed that possibility and agreed that it’s something they would be into.”

“Is that so?” Kyra said with a growing smile, continuing to pump her fingers in and out of Meri, who gave up trying to hide her responses, and leaned against her wife with a soft mewl of pleasure.

“Yeah,” Oloch said, “and my pet is being all cutesy and dancing around with fancy words. I’m gonna just say it. We’d like to fuck the two of you. All together, or separately, as you like.”

“I don’t do anything directly with men,” Kyra said, “But as long as that boundary is firm, I’d be happy to fuck your pet at the same time, in the same tent, while you fuck my wife.”

Seoni gave a teasing wink to Kyra “Shouldn’t you ask my opinion on it?”

Kyra grinned and replied, “I don’t ask property if I can use it, I ask its owner.”

“Ooh, that puts me in my place,” Seoni laughed. “Can she borrow me, Sir?” she said to Oloch.

Oloch pretended briefly to consider it, and said, “Long as I can fuck your slut of a wife, you can fuck my slut of a pet.”

No objections, right love? Kyra thought to Meri.

Fuck no, just cast the preventative spell on me just in case.

Ummm, I didn’t prepare it…

Fuck! OK, we can work around that.

“Um, Seoni? What do you use for prevention of pregnancy?” Meri asked the sorceress. “Kyra doesn’t have a spell for that ready to go.”

“Oh, I have herbs and such,” Seoni said, “which take up to a month to be effective. But can a half-orc even impregnate an elf?”

“Not sure, don’t want to find out the hard way. But Oloch, you can pull out or come in my ass or mouth, right?”

Oloch just gave her a look.

“Right, right. Of course you can. Um. We don’t need it anymore, but we used to use ‘Sandpoint’ as our safeword.”

“That’s a funny one. We use porschta . Orcish for ‘please’. Doesn’t generally get much use, as you might imagine.”

Oloch looked at Kyra, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. Then he reached over and gripped the back of Merisiel’s hair, holding it tightly but not pulling it. She gave a soft gasp. He stood up, and she stood with him to avoid being forced to. The lower parts of her armor that snapped closed hung loose, showing where Kyra had been inserting her fingers. Guiding the elf with his grip on her hair, Oloch escorted her towards his and Seoni’s large tent.

Kyra stood and took a few steps towards Seoni, bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her index finger clean of her wife’s juices. “You’re good with this, See?” she whispered, and her long-time friend nodded, smiling. Kyra smiled back, and slid her other hand under Seoni’s chin and directed her gaze up to meet Kyra’s, then hooked one finger into the chain-link collar. “Taste,” she said, presenting her middle finger to the sorceress’s lips, and Seoni did as instructed, licking Merisiel’s slickness from the other finger that had been inside her while they were talking.

“Fuck, you taste good , Meris,” Seoni said. The elf just gave a groan in reply. 

Kyra tugged on Seoni’s collar, and the tattooed woman followed the robed cleric into the same tent as the other two.

There wasn’t a lot of room in the tent, and the four first focused on undressing. Fortunately none of them were wearing bulky armor, but it was still close quarters. Merisiel was the first out of her leathers, and dropped to her knees in front of Oloch. While he was still pulling his feet out of his boots, she started working on his pants. He reached down and put his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Stop. Wait for me. Touch yourself while you wait – if you must.”

Fuck, his voice just goes right to my cunt, Meri thought to Kyra as she did as she was bid, spreading her legs apart and stroking her fingers over her dripping folds. She watched with eager eyes as Oloch untied his trousers’ drawstring and lowered them over his rapidly hardening cock. It’s been ages since I last fucked a dom like this, and there’s something about him being half-orc that makes it juuuust a little more taboo.

Once her robes were discarded and her ringlets of chestnut hair freed, Kyra pulled Seoni to her with the collar and kissed her fiercely, biting her lower lip. Seoni, who was still kicking her leggings off, groaned into the cleric’s lips and lost her balance, falling against Kyra and only being held up by the nude woman’s arms. “By Sarenrae, you’re a mess, girl,” Kyra said derisively, “You’re undressed enough. On your back.” She pushed in the center of Seoni’s chest, and the sorceress toppled over, her bare ass landing on the bedroll and her arms and legs splayed out, showing her mystical tattoos and the halo of silvery hair around her slit. Kyra had seen her dear friend Seoni naked many times, but never in such a state – sweaty, flushed, cunt lips red and shiny with arousal. Her leggings were still tangled around her ankles, restraining her legs’ movement. Before she could attempt to collect herself, Kyra was on top of her, capturing her lips again with her own and curling her hand into the sorceress’s cunt.

While her wife engaged rapidly and aggressively with Seoni, Merisiel found herself being frustrated, frigging her pussy while watching Oloch seem to take his time undressing. Finally nude, the massively muscular half-orc growled to the elf, “Ya want this cock?” Merisiel nodded. “Take it then.” And Merisiel pounced like a starving woman, sucking the green-gray pole into her mouth and moaning around it like it was a delightful treat. Oloch tweaked one of her long, thin pinna of her left ear, making her shiver, and Meri slid her lips down his shaft until his wiry black pubes tickled her nose, and she felt his thick head in her throat. Hey, my gag reflex is still gone! she thought to Kyra before taking advantage of her old training, and began humming and swallowing around Oloch’s cock, her skills letting her give him one of the most pleasurable experiences of oral sex he’d ever had.

Kyra partially closed off her mind to the sensory experiences coming from Meri, and focused on the pet who was hers for the evening. On top of Seoni, one hand between her legs fucking her roughly with two fingers, Kyra looked down with satisfaction at finally getting the insanely hot sorceress naked and at her mercy. Seoni had a habit of wearing skimpy clothing that showed off the intricate and multitudinous tattoos on her skin, and while Kyra cared about her too much to complain, it still had a distracting effect. “Horny slut, flaunting your perfect body all around all day, this is what you get when you finally get fucked!” she muttered in between kisses down Seoni’s neck and chest, biting and sucking on her nipples sitting atop her gorgeous breasts. Seoni whimpered, her juices squelching around Kyra’s fingers to show how turned on she was.

“Kyra, does your wife like a bit of pain? Biting, scratching, spanking?” Oloch asked, as Meri continued bobbing up and down on his cock. Kyra looked over with a smile, and nodded. 

“She loves it. In fact she likes it harder than I feel comfortable doing so feel free to go hard. We both have healing.”

If I don’t walk funny after this I’ll be disappointed! Kyra giggled at Meri’s thought, then composed herself to become Dommy Kyra again and started spanking Seoni’s pussy, making loud wet slapping sounds that were punctuated by the sorceress’s moans.

Oloch gripped Meri’s ears and began using them as handholds to fuck her face, thrusting his cock into her throat, as she relaxed her mouth and throat and just gave him the best channel for his cock that she could. Mmmm I love being used like this… just a helpless cock sleeve, she thought to Kyra. His smell, and his taste, oh goddess it’s so hot!

“Meri says she loves being your helpless cock sleeve, Oloch. We train our subs well, don’t we? Your pet is about to come from having her cunt spanked.” Kyra’s repeated slapping was splattering hot pussy juice all over Seoni’s thighs and abdomen, and on her own skin. Seoni was gasping and shivering with every strike, and when Kyra finally felt she was at the edge, the cleric jammed three fingers into her hot cunt and rubbed her pleasure spot inside while rapidly tapping her clit. Seoni screamed out an orgasm, shuddering in delight from Kyra’s tormenting hands. The cleric captured her lips and kissed her fiercely as she came, and Seoni wrapped her arms around Kyra’s body to hold her close.

Oloch had taken Meri’s mouth until he grew tired of it, then pushed her down on the floor of the tent so he could fuck her. Holding her slim body down with his thick, muscular form, he forced her legs apart with his knees and then rammed his cock into her cunt. She cried out, but responded with lust, whispering, “Fuck yes, fuck me hard, fuck your slut, goddess I love your cock!” as his shaft pumped into her. Oloch pressed his face into her shoulder and bit down, digging his tusks into her pale, porcelain skin until he drew blood. Meri gasped and shuddered, feeling his tongue roughly lap her trickling elvish blood from her skin. “Mm..more?” she whimpered, and then gasped again as he bit down on her right ear, digging his teeth into the sensitive flesh of her pinna. “Ow.. oh.. Oh… fuck… fuck that hurts… ow… ahhhh…” she groaned out.

Love, are you alright? Kyra’s thoughts came worriedly.

It’s really intense, but yes… I’ll say Sandpoint if it gets too much… ahh he let go. Fuck his cock feels so good!

Oloch murmured a quick heal to close the bites on Meri’s shoulder and ear, then rolled over and turned her around so she was on top of him, his hands on her hips controlling her movements as he pounded his cock up into her from below. “Kyra… if it’s not an interruption, please have my pet lick your wife’s ass to get it nice and slick. I aim to finish there.”

Kyra was holding Seoni close, but she got a wicked grin on her face as she heard Oloch’s request. “You heard your master. Go!” she said, climbing off of Seoni’s slender form, and when the varisian got on hands and knees to crawl over to the rutting duo of Merisiel and Oloch, Kyra gave her ass a good slap that left a pink handprint.

Seoni gasped at the spank, but obeyed her masters, both long-term and temporary, to bury her face in the skinny elfin ass that had often distracted her when she and Meri happened to be nude together. More than once she had wondered what Merisiel would be like in bed, and now she was getting an up close experience. She gazed at the gray-green shaft of her lover and Master pumping into her friend’s hot, dripping cunt, then did as she was bid, pressing her face in between the pale cheeks and running her tongue over the tight little asshole. She gave a moan at how wonderful her friend tasted, and lapped hungrily, making Merisiel shiver and gasp.

Oh fuck, her tongue! Ahh! So hot and wet! I’m going to come, don’t let her stop, don’t let her stop, don’t stop don’t stop dontstopdontstopdontstop…

Kyra was behind Seoni, her wide hips against the sorceress’s shapely ass and her full tits against the woman’s tattooed back. She had a hand against her pale blond hair, pushing her face into her wife’s ass, and ordering, “Don’t stop licking, she’s about to come and I want her to come with your tongue as deep in her asshole as you can get it. Good pet, lick my wife’s hole and make her come!”

Merisiel wailed in pure ecstasy as she came, her cunt and ass clenching rhythmically around Oloch’s cock and Seoni’s tongue, respectively, until her body went mostly limp.

Ohhhhhhh fuck yesssssss….

“That’s exactly what she needed. Good girl,” Kyra pulled her temporary pet back and kissed her, tasting the familiar and delightful flavor of her wife on the other woman’s mouth, then ordered her to get on top of the cleric for mutual face-to-pussy sex. As each of the two women devoured the other’s cunt, Oloch slid out of Merisiel and prepared for the final hole he intended to fuck tonight.

“Turn around,” he ordered the elf, who meekly complied, though with a shit-eating grin on her face. Then she gasped as he yanked both of her arms behind her back, gripping her slim wrists together with a single hand and depriving her of support, so that her face was planted against the bedroll under them. “Good. Face down, ass up,” he muttered, and pulled her against him. Taking his pussy-slick, rock-hard cock in hand, he pressed the thick tip against Merisiel’s spit-covered asshole.

“I don’t usually take my pet this way, it’s difficult for her. So you’re getting a special treat, elf,” he said as he pushed forward.

Ohhhh fuck he’s big!

Bigger than my hand?

No… but almost! And he’s using less lube! But it feels amazing!

Good! I’m going to show his pet how good her ass can make her feel!

Oloch growled deep and loud as he felt Meri’s back passage open for his cock, and slid in slowly but relentlessly. “Fuck! Gorum’s balls, you’re tight. How the hell do you stay so tight when Kyra’s fisting you on the regular?” Oloch demanded as he began to fuck the hot tunnel around his cock with steady, deep strokes.

“Fuck… so deep! Always keep… working those muscles! Squeezing my ass! Keeps it tight for her to play with – and you! Ahhh!” Merisiel answered, gasping the words out as Oloch’s strokes seemed to punch the wind out of her every time he bottomed out within her ass.

Kyra had two fingers in Seoni’s ass, wiggling them and stroking her as she nibbled and sucked on the sorceress’s clit. While her friend was doing the best she could, Kyra didn’t expect her to be able to concentrate, though her distracted licking and fingering did feel good. But Kyra wanted to get another orgasm out of Oloch’s pet while he was giving her wife the deep dicking she had wanted.

“Oh gods, Kyra! Yes, that feels so good! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK FUCK FUCK!” Seoni lifted her head and screamed as Kyra worked her magic on her.

Seoni and Merisiel came again within moments of each other, their voices mingling in their ecstatic cries and moans, and their asses clenching around the fingers or cock penetrating them. Kyra kept up the pressure until Seoni went through another rolling orgasm, bringing her to her peak again before letting up. Meanwhile, Oloch was fucking Meri as fast as he could, the elf nearly limp below him as he held her arms behind her back as a handle to pull her onto his cock. The rapid thrusts and deep pumping inside her, along with the clenching of her orgasms, finally brought him to his peak as well, and he pulled out to shoot hot orc cream over the elf’s back and ass. Only then did his stamina finally give out and he sank down to lay beside his pet and her lover and her lover’s wife that he had just fucked.

“The absolute best ever game of ‘Never have I ever’, Sir,” Seoni said with a giggle, as she licked his seed from Merisiel’s back, as the two wives held each other close, kissed, and shared the delightful memories of moments ago through their bond. “Definitely worth playing again.”

* * *

Nadya’s boarding house, Waldsby, in the wee hours of the morning…

Elin estimated it was perhaps an hour until dawn as she stepped out of the house, looking for the north star, steadfast Cynosure, which was sacred in the faith of Desna. She knelt in the snow between Nadya’s home and the dog kennels, where she could hear the sled dogs breathing deeply in sleep. Murmuring in elvish, she stroked her fingers over the butterfly tattoo on her chest, and made a symbol with her fingers that resembled that insect, the holy symbol of Lady Luck herself. Lowering her hands, Elin placed her hands on her thighs, and closed her eyes to meditate, feeling her occult senses spreading out into the natural world around her.

Time had passed – she wasn’t sure exactly how much – but the night was only slightly less dark when she heard a series of footsteps crunching in the snow west of the house, one after another, with multiple booted feet drawing close. Cautious, Elin cloaked herself in illusions and became invisible, then slowly crept around the side of the building.

At the doorway facing the street, a set of guards or soldiers were gathering around the door. This doesn’t look good . Elin moved back to the door she exited from, at the rear of the kitchen, and slipped back in as best she could. She closed the door silently, grabbed one of the kitchen knives, then started sending messages.

Nadya! Wake up, there are uniformed men at the door!

Darovel! Grab your sword and come downstairs, there’s shit going down!

Jhera! Trouble! Get your weapons and get down here!

As she got the third message off, someone outside yelled “Go!” and the front door was smashed open.

A dozen humans in rough uniforms carrying spears filed in, followed by a man who appeared human but was walking in from the frigid dawn completely naked, aside from a silvery fur cloak draped over his shoulders. His muscular, pale body was crisscrossed with numerous detailed tattoos, and he had silver hair that matched the cloak cascading down from his head, his face, and covering much of his nude body.

Elin ducked behind the table, even though she knew that, since she was invisible, there was little likelihood of the men finding her. Instead, she watched the nude man cautiously. The way the others all seemed to wait for him, they were clearly deferring to him – he was in charge. “Search the house. The elves are the top priority.”

At that moment, Nadya burst out of her bedroom, dressed only in her flannel nightgown but wielding her axe and pick, and attacked one of the men in a flurry of swings. “Get out of my house!”

Jhera lept into action, springing down the stairs as naked as Elin but with her shield out, bashing against the nearest guard and swinging her morningstar at the man’s legs. The guard toppled to the floor and the furious woman drove her heel into his face with a crunching sound. Behind her, an equally naked Darovel shot a hand crossbow at the next guard beyond the one who had fallen, hitting him twice in the chest and shoulder. The dark elf moved forward, reloading.

The guard on the ground stayed down, and the one with bolts in his chest fell back, but the others moved up to fight. Ven and Lini appeared at the top of the stairs and joined in, firing a musket and casting spells. Elin watched them, and looked around for an opportunity to use a spell or hex to give her friends an advantage.

In the midst of the fight, though, the naked, silver-haired man was crouching down, and seemed to be searching for something. Elin peered at him, wondering what he was doing, then realized he was sniffing. She thought about the fact that she was still covered the the lingering reminders of her and Nadya’s enthusiastic fucking earlier that night, and too late, realized the danger she was in.

With a feral growl, the silver-cloaked man leapt over the table like a wild animal and landed on Elin’s invisible body. She cried out in pain as he tried to grab her by feel only, but she managed to dodge his grip and crawled along the floor until she was behind him. She called upon one of her offensive spells, striking out at his mind to cause his body to be stricken with phantom pains, but doing so broke her invisibility and he turned to look at her, face to face, and bared his teeth in a feral snarl. Her spell failed against the bulwark of his will, and she stumbled back, scrambling away from the guards’ leader.

“Elin!” Darovel shouted, sending two darts in the direction of the man menacing her, but didn’t inflict any major wounds. Jhera slammed her shield and swung her mace, and Nadya swirled her pick and axe in a furious martial dance. Two more guards fell to the floor. Droogami, the valiant snow leopard, dodged between legs and furniture to leap onto the man’s back, trying to dig his claws in, but apparently the cloak was more protective than it appeared. Lini followed him, dropping to all fours and unexpectedly growing fur, a tail, and claws, and a second snow leopard joined the fight next to Droogami.

“ENOUGH!” the naked man bellowed, and with a twist of his muscles and back, his body swelled, the silver cloak merged with his skin, fur sprouted and spread to cover his body, and his face elongated into a monstrous wolf’s. Now a massive wolf the size of a grizzly bear was in his place, the kitchen table pushed to the wall and the smaller combatants shoved out of the way. The wolf turned towards the two leopards and exhaled a cone of freezing breath over them, leaving them shivering and covered with rime. The wolf darted out, grabbing Elin’s arm in its jaws as she began to try to cast another spell, and dragged her. The elf witch screamed in pain at the wolf’s teeth digging into her skin.

“Hall ‘ack! We ‘ave ‘er!” the wolf bellowed, understandable despite his teeth being clamped onto Elin’s arm, and turned to the door, dragging Elin out against her will. The guards grabbed the fallen members, helped them up and fell back, defending themselves against the furious attacks of Elin’s allies. Outside in the snow, two guards quickly cuffed the elf’s wrists and ankles, and slung her over the huge wolf’s back. Ven shot his musket and Daro his crossbow at the retreating guards, but the state of undress they were all in made it impossible for most to follow. Lini in her leopard shape and her companion were more resistant, but they alone were no match for the larger group of guards.

The massive wolf bounded through the snow, with the slim, nude, helpless body of Elin Evarwen splayed out across its back. The rearmost guards, holding their shields to block missiles, called out, “You come to the Pale Tower under a banner of parlay, within two days, and she will be returned to you. Otherwise, her fate is up to the mistress of the Tower!”

The five could do nothing but watch as the remaining guards, aside from the two that lay unconscious on the kitchen floor, took their places on dog sleds that must have brought them to town, and followed their lupine leader.

“Cruel bastards, leaving their fallen here,” Ven said, poking one of them with the axe blade attached to his musket barrel.

Jhera shook her head. “If they live, tie them up. We need to get dressed, get prepared, and follow them.”

All of them went to do just that, and in a couple hours time, the five were making their way through the snow, along the roadway leading to the Pale Tower. All were united in their goal: free Elin, and put an end to the portal dumping the snows of summer into the heart of Taldor. No quarter would be given, no surrender offered. They were going to get her back, and woe to anyone who stood in their way.