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In an oasis of calm amidst the turbulent chaos of Baldur's Gate, the courtesan house Sharess' Caress held two drow. And today, it held a third.

Minthara of House Baenre of Menzoberranzan shed her clothes like snakeskin as her lovers for the evening did the same. Two drow twins, a male and a female, not sworn to Lolth but that was hardly required for the night they were about to enjoy.

Nym Orlith was the sister twin, white hair with red highlights and a body slightly lighter than Minthara's own, perhaps the kind of figure she'd have without a life of violence she imagined. And the brother...

Mmmm, Minthara could not wait to remind this impudent wretch just why Drow women ruled over the men. Sorn was his name she reckoned, she hadn't spoken with him directly when hiring the twins for the evening and did not expect him to speak until spoken to. A broad chest kept exposed and well-toned likely through exercise and not actual combat. A pretty little plaything that took the effort to look dazzling without any of the actual hard work.

Soon the three Drow had their underwear off as well as their clothes and they sat on the bed, Sorn between his sister and Minthara as the latter ran her hand along his thigh, taking note of the swelling of his manhood.

"Does he always get this excited this early?" she asked, hand drifting further to wrap her fingers around the man's dark grey shaft. A shiver ran up Sorn's spine and he jolted a bit, likely due to just how hard Minthara was squeezing as she ran her hand up and down his length.

"Not always. Just whenever I'm here~" Nym laughed as she added her hand to Minthara's, getting the paladin to ease her force and Sorn sighed as the tension in his body relaxed. Nym moved her hand further down to begin playing with her twin brother's balls as Minthara jerked him off to full stiffness.

"I must say he is rather impressive. It's always the cowards you never expect to be blessed by fate."

"He is not a coward," Nym replied gently, carressing Sorn's sack and making him groan as a bead of pre-cum formed at his charcoal tip.

"How long as it been since he last felt the guiding lash of a woman's whip across those nuts you're so fond of?" Minthara increased the pace of her handjob and right before Sorn seemed like he was due to bust, Minthara pulled her hand away and watched with smug satisfaction as the man's instrument twitched and pulsed an angry purple at its sudden interruption before calming down. Once she was sure he wouldn't cum, Minthara gave the drow male's balls a firm SMACK with the palm of her hand, taking delight in the pained groan this elicited.

"You will release your foul excitement once I say so, and not a moment before dog. Now, take your disgusting cock into your hand and stroke it yourself. Too fast or too slow and we'll see just how hard I can really smack."

"Just do it Sorn," Nym whispered, slipping her tongue into Sorn's mouth and moaning as his tongue met it, her hands carressing his pecs as he took his dick in hand and began to pleasure himself, groaning and jolting with each corrective slap to his balls as Minthara would occasionally change the speed she wanted him stroking without telling him, and he would writhe in pain as he desperately slowed or accelerated his self-pleasure to whatever pace she wanted.

After a few more minutes of making Sorn squirm and feeling confident she had established her dominance over him for the night, her hand slapped his balls once more, and before he could change pace Sorn's fingers were replaced by Minthara's own, her palm once more rubbing the man's shaft as she furiously jacked him off to a quick, explosive finish, his toes curling and jaw sticking open as sound took a moment to come out, a deep primal groan of satisfaction as cum flew from his abused manhood to stain the floor for a few feet in front of the bed, his crotch sore with pain but soon soothed as his sister's mouth dove down to gently kiss it better, Minthara shoving her tongue down the drow's throat with far less comfort than Nym had as she gripped his chin.

"You're mine~" was all Minthara whispered after she pulled away, determined to spend the rest of the night showing these two disgraceful drow just how they did it in Menzoberranzan.

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"WHAT THE...?"

Gale yelled as he was tugged through the astral plane, or perhaps a plane close to it, still in his briefs as he landed in a familiar place he was quite used to.

"You know..." Gale said, rubbing his temple to clear his headache. "You could always warn me when you're about to do that."

Dumped on a bed of fine silk, Gale looked up to see his goddess Mystra, her smile as always knowing as she regarded him with fascination. "Ah but it is quite fun to kidnap you from an unknowing cot my love."

Gale chuckled and slipped off his underwear, but before he could move off the bed to approach Mystra, she held up her hand to stop him. "Tonight, I'm interested in seeing something else my love."

The weave rippled around Gale and he felt his soul shudder as pleasure tore across his every nerve.

"GNGHGNGHH???" Gale fell back onto the bed, spasming and twitching as his toes curled and uncurled, eyes rolling back in his head as ecstasy pounded through his every vein, a spell weaving bliss across his skin, through his muscles, down to his very bones. It was like every part of his body was simultaneously being used for the most intense sex imaginable, his cock of course rock hard at the body-wide pleasure and Mystra hummed as she watched her mortal lover gasp and whine.

"That's it my love. Feel the weave tickle your every cell, let your very being explode in orgasm. Your goddess is here, call out my name so I may grant you sweet release."

Gale choked and spluttered on his own spit as he heaved in air, groaning as he felt a familiar pressure in his loins. "Goddess! Mystra! Hnnng, g-goddess of magic, please...please let your humble servant...let him...let me...hnnnnng, let me cum..."

Mystra smirked and waved her hand, Gale clutching the sheets and letting out a roar of pleasure as his cock exploded in divine rapture, alabaster ropes spewing all across the bed as he climaxed without so much as a fingertip from his goddess, who watched the naked quaking mortal with satisfied lust.

"Do you love me?"

"Y-Yes goddess..."

"That is not all you wish to call me, is it Gale?"

"Y-Yes...m-mommy..."

With a contented sigh, Mystra flicked her hand once more, and Gale found himself back in the material plane, his much older lover granting him sweet dreams as he slept till noon the next day, exhausted by her spell.

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"Shka'keth!"

Lae'zel, a proud githyanki warrior at the dawn of her fighting years, wriggled in frustration inside a mind flayer pod. These stupid ghaiks had abducted her on her first true mission from Vlaakith, where she would show her skill as a warrior by returning the head of a foul illithid. Yet she had been overwhelmed and taken prisoner by these disgusting creatures. And what's more...

"Why in Vlaakith's name have you wretched ghaik stripped me of my armor!"

It was far more than Lae'zel's armor that had been removed. Her clothes and undergarments had also been taken from her, the gith woman's lithe body fully nude inside her transparent prison.

"K'chakhi! I shouldn't focus on such things, I must look at escaping this accursed prisnnnnnn?!?" Lae'zel let out an uncontrolled moan as her eyes went crossed, two tentacles with pinching mouths clamping onto her exposed nipples, their origin unknown yet likely somewhere inside her pod.

"These...hrrk, stupid ghaik...I shall not, HNNG! Give in..."

Unfortunately for the ornery gith, her up to present life had been far more focused on resisting pain than it had been resisting pleasure, and her training had left little time for self-exploration. As such, the assault on her nipples overwhelmed her far more than it might have a more "experienced" warrior and she found her blood pumping fiercely as she moaned and writhed in her pod.

"Must...hnng..escape..."

Suddenly, the pod Lae'zel was in opened, the living clamps on her nipples remaining tightly pinched even as the tentacles that had placed them tore away as she fell to the floor of the nautiloid ship.

"I must escape this, hrrk! Disgusting gh'ath now before..."

Suddenly, two mind flayers floated into the chamber where Lae'zel was being held. Despite not having her sword or armor, the fighter wasn't going to go down without a fight and so she ran close to the floor before launching herself at her captors, the pleasure of her breasts momentarily forgotten as she prepared for a vicious attack.

Despite her angry attack, Lae'zel's efforts were easy for the mind flayers to oppose and soon she found herself beaten upon the floor.

"HNNG?!?" Lae'zel gritted her teeth as she was lifted into the air, her limbs spread apart as the two illithid humanoids gripped her ankles and wrists respectively. Their robes were soon off, and Lae'zel gasped as she felt the swell of a mind flayer cock penetrate her asshole, unable to let off a curse before a matching manhood was shoved into her mouth.

"HRRK?!?" Lae'zel choked and spluttered as she was spitroasted by the mind flayers, her nipples pinched an angry red as her guts and throat were made the home of filthy ghaik fluids. She tried to bite down on the fleshy intrusion in her mouth but anticipating her movements, the illithid pounding her face gripped her jaw and forced it to remain open as it came inside, its companion similarly shuddering as it relieved its urges inside Lae'zel's ass.

Unable to breathe, the gith's eyes drifted closed and when she woke from her brief nap she could hear the hiss of her pod resealing, the two mind flayers redressed and leaving the room as Lae'zel was left with a foul taste in her mouth and the continuing pain of clamps on her chest.

"I swear I will slaughter you ghaik degenerates before I escape this ship..."

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The sounds of talking slowly woke Gale from his slumber, the campfire reduced to coals as he and the rest of his wayward companions had went to sleep for a long rest some hours ago. Rising softly from his cot, he crept towards the noise on guard, ready to cast a spell at a moment's notice before he picked up the distinct camber of a certain drow's voice.

"Come now pet, allow me to show you true pleasure~"

The sound was hypnotic, its source clear as Minthara spoke with the soothing yet commanding presence of a monarch, the target of her demands already naked and laid out in front of her.

"Oh please, like you could show me anything," Astarion retorted, seemingly unaware to the subconscious thrusting of his hips into the air, as if his body was eager to obey Minthara's command even if his mind maintained its independence.

Gale was familiar with what Minthara was doing, a particular psychological trick he'd seen a few times on his travels. He had no clue if she was imbuing her words with the weave, but she was hypnotizing the vampire into obeying her commands. It wasn't full on mind control which was why the former archmage was remaining quiet, but truly the biggest reason for his continued silence was morbid curiosity as to how far Astarion's subconscious would be willing to go when guided by Minthara's hypnosis.

Unwrapping a small bundle of leather, Minthara pulled out a thin silver rod with a strange shape at the end. Balls stacked atop each other and fusing with each other, giving the odd instrument a wavy shape that nonetheless was a quarter as thin as a man's pinky at its widest point. Gale wondered from his vantage point in the shadows what possible purpose this tool could serve, but his answer was soon given as with her free hand Minthara gripped the tip of Astarion's exposed cock and peeled back his foreskin.

"Now be quiet slave, as I show you true pleasure~" Gently, with surgical precision, Minthara pressed the end of the thin rod against the opening of Astarion's head, and with a shiver that ran down Astarion and Gale's spines at once, the drow sank the wand inside Astarion's shaft, plunging the depths of his urethra as the vampire let out a groan and squirmed before Minthara moved her free hand to push him down.

"There we go, there we go. For confident man whores such as yourself, it takes stranger forms of pleasure to control you, but you all fall in the end to whatever touch a drow woman may give you." Pulling the rod out halfway, Minthara pushed it back in again deeper, repeating the action multiple times as she whispered sweet honeyed words into Astarion's ears, commanding him to go with the flow of her voice and to accept the acts that were wrought upon him. Gale was confident now that she was indeed using only the skill of her voice and actions and not a spark of magic, but he himself remained just as enthralled to the sight of Minthara fucking Astarion's piss slit with her silver weapon.

His own cock hard as adamantine at the secret meeting he'd stumbled upon, Gale's raptured attention remained unbroken even as Minthara turned her eyes towards him and gave a smile. "I suggest you leave now wizard. The rest of the night promises to be far less gentle. If you wish to see more, it shall have to be when I get to you in my own time. One of these nights."

With that, Gale slinked back to his tent, grasping his cock in his hand and furiously rubbing himself to the memory and half-heard distant moans of his tortured companion before relieving his tension and falling back into sleep.

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“Relax wayward soul…”

Shadowheart shivered as she lay naked upon the stone slab, pillows and a blanket separating her warm skin from the cold stone, a comfort her half memories told her was not afforded as a follower of Shar.

Isobel Thorm walked in a slow circle around the altar as she lit candles that encircled her fellow half-elf’s exposed form. She was proud that a daughter of the light had found her way back from Shar’s shadowed clutches, but unwinding a lifetime of pain interwoven with pleasure was a path Shadowheart would need to walk down still. But as a fellow cleric of Selune, she hoped to make that transition easier.

”Now, let the warmth sting your flesh.” Isobel gripped a candle and held it over Shadowheart’s stomach, the young half-elf shaking and trembling as hot wax dripped onto her stomach, letting tears well in her eyes as she accepted what she felt as pain, as undesirable, undeserved pain that she didn’t need to, nor should she be expected to embrace.

”You’re doing amazing Jenevelle…” Isobel whispered, cleaning the wax from the crying woman’s stomach as her eyes drifted lower.

”Now, let the pleasure soothe your soul.” With those words, Shadowheart felt a deep pulse of bliss emanate from her crotch, her trembling form now weak with pleasure and not pain as Isobel gently worked her fingers inside her.

”Nngh!~ Ah-ah,Ahh!” Tears streamed down Shadowheart’s cheeks as her open mouth accepted Isobel’s finger, the pressure on her tongue making her lips close as she suckled on Isobel’s left digits as her right played a symphony of overdue pampering to her neglected womanhood.

”Gr-ghgh-nngh!?!?~” Shadowheart’s eyes fluttered back and she felt a rapturous joy echo through her body as if a round of torture had just ended only in a far more excitable way. Isobel’s soaked fingers replaced the ones in Shadowheart’s mouth as she tasted her own pleasure, Isobel smiling with warmth. “Rediscover pain’s opposite Jenevelle Hallowleaf. Claim that which is the birthright of all loving creatures.”

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The darkness of night cloaked Astarion as he slinked through the shadows towards the tent of the camp's latest addition.

Astarion had already told his similarly worm-brained companions about his particular dietary needs. While he would have been sated feeding off of one of his "friends", it was hard to ignore the largest warm-bodied meal in his vicinity.

Halsin was like a hibernating bear in his tent, snoring as he slept in the nude, hair coating his chest, legs, and forearms as he laid on his back. Astarion licked his lips as he crept closer, the sight of the druid's tender exposed neck sending his own blood pumping as he drooled over what he could only imagine was the savory taste of a half-elf's veins.

Sinking his teeth into pulsing flesh, Astarion drank and let out a moan as the warm copper taste of blood flooded his tongue. What...was this?

The vampire couldn't stop, his hands wrapping around Halsin's neck as he chugged the abundant flow of blood that gushed from the druid's arteries. Fuck, why was this...so delicious? The reason for the incredible taste of the bearish man's blood soon came to Astarion as he felt his head fog up. Ahh, wine. He remembered now, seeing Halsin drink earlier at dinner around the campfire. How many bottles of Baldur's Grape had the oaf drunk? He hadn't seemed inebriated when he excused himself to sleep, but Astarion was already getting drunk on blood as he kept sucking as much of the warm lifeforce as he could.

A hand clutched Astarion's own throat and his gasping mouth was exposed to the air as Halsin shoved him off, the naked druid's log of a cock hard and pulsing. "N-Now wait..."

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"...hnnng..."

The sounds of low moans roused Tav from his sleep as he blinked awake in the dead of night. His scales felt the cold of the night air as he stepped out of his tent and walked towards the far off sounds. Past the light of the campfire out where the camp almost was out of sight, the sounds of skin hitting skin overwhelmed the noise of moans as a large muscular form grunted as it humped into the much smaller body underneath it, Astarion groaning like a deflowered virgin as Halsin pumped his fat cock in and out of his asshole as punishment for feeding on him.

The bear's hairy balls smacked into the twink's cheeks as Halsin grunted and gripped the vampire's hips to keep him close. Astarion saw Tav as his head hung low enough to look down and back through his legs, groaning pathetically as he couldn't control the cum that spilled from his pale cock onto the ground below.

"Fuhh...dohn...dohn looh...ohhh~" Astarion's words came out slurred and he groaned as the equally drunk Halsin came inside him, neither man nearly sober enough to fully reckon with what was happening but all Astarion could think through the mental fog was how humiliating and how deeply arousing the whole thing was.

Tav, deciding not to intrude on the clearly needed stress relief occurring between his two companions, slinked back towards camp, leaving the humiliated Astarion to suffer another few hours of inebriated animalistic fucking, rather literally as Halsin roared and began to lose control of his form as he renewed his frantic drunken fucking.

"HRRRG!!!~"

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"Well, now this is an interesting sight..."

Minthara chuckled to herself as she walked around the kneeling, blindfolded form of Tav, the dragonborn's white scales speckled red in the moonlight from his failed attack on the dark elf. Minthara had already bound her wound and easily fought her assailant off, quite surprised to find the pious leader of this merry brigade to be the one who had tried to murder her in the night.

"A dark urge pulses through your body...demanding blood...demanding it be spilled, that death come from your hands. And yet the countless people we kill in the sunlight does little to quench this thirst. Curious..."

Minthara fiddled with a device in her hands, a small gleaming cage of silver that was open on one end. "Luckily for you, I am quite familiar with the urges of men. Granted, few are as useful as yours, but they can all be controlled the same."

Kneeling before the similarly postured Tav, Minthara pulled the Dragonborn's pants down to reveal a semi-chubbed cock. "Hmmph, is that from almost killing me, or from the position I have you in?" With deft hands skilled at doing this act countless times, Minthara slipped the cage over the softened manhood of the dragonborn and promptly locked his pride away from touch.

"There," Minthara said pleasantly, removing her hands and returning to her standing position above the ashamed would-be murderer. "That wasn't so hard. Though it will be in a second." Minthara gripped a small dagger and slit her forearm, releasing a faint trickle of blood. Tav's nostrils flared and he grumbled in his throat as the tightness of the chastity cage made itself painfully known.

"Ahh, I suppose death does excite you. I bet you adore the taste of blood even more than that pale twink does. How about, I offer you a taste?"

Tav's mouth opened and he swayed in shivered anticipation as a single drop of red hit his tongue, the taste and scent of copper overwhelming as his eyes rolled back and he shook with need. Without his sight all he could focus on was the sensation of cold metal on his warm, sensitive flesh, and the smell and taste of blood on his face. Minthara's raspy chuckle added itself to his heightened senses and the drow sighed with satisfaction at the sight of a caged, straining cock.

"Willpower is a learned skill. Control the urge that sits between your legs, and you may yet control the darker one that sits inside your skull. Of course, men are often terrible at such things. So allow me to control them for you~ I have a feeling you and I shall be repeating this and similar rituals in the nights to come. Disobey or attempt to satisfy either urge without my permission, and you shall be denied both for longer."

It was of course a temporary arrangement. Tav's thirst for blood would only be sated on drops for a while, even if paired with the hunger for flesh, but the cage around his manhood made the idea of surrendered control feel pleasantly possible, and so he mumbled his assent. For now.

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"Alright guys, good session, same time tomorrow?"

A chorus of assent came from the mics and Shadowheart took off her headset as she stretched her arms over her head. "You done yet?" Karlach said, approaching her girlfriend with a cup of hot cocoa. "Mmm, yeah~" Shadowheart accepted the hot drink and took a few sips before wiggling her shoulders suggestively. "And now that I'm done, maybe its about time I play a different game~"

"Oh yeah?" Karlach replied, chuckling as she lifted Shadowheart out of her chair, the barbarian of a woman easily carrying her cheeky girlfriend over to a wall and pressing her up against it as she began to kiss up and down her neck.

"Mmmm~, that's it, right there..." Shadowheart gasped, the women fumbling with their clothes as they quickly got naked and pressed their sweaty bodies together. Their tongues swirled with each others as Karlach crammed her fingers up Shadowheart's sex, moans and breathy swears filling the air as Shadowheart fumbled around Karlach's waist, her hands grabbing a cage that kept locked her favorite joystick.

Unlocking Karlach's chastity cage, Shadowheart let out a loud moan as she felt her fiendish lover's cock press against her cunt, her fluttering eyes briefly noticing the glow of her computer monitor, and the shocked, enraptured faces of her gaming friends on the webcam.

"Shit, I forgot to turn off the camera," Shadowheart bemoaned, Karlach looking over her shoulder to the stunned digital audience before smirking and turning back. "Let them watch~"

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In the dim hellfire light of Avernus, the incubus Haarlep laid in the bed of Raphael as his tail flicked lazily about the brimstone air. He smiled as unfamiliar footseps entered the room, gleaming blades and readied hands greeting him as he lounged at full enticement, the party of adventurers stopping at the sight of the scantily dressed fiend.

"Ime. I am Haarlep...incubus...sworn to Raphael. Why are you here, little thieves? Have you come for distractions as he does?" In a flash of red, Haarlep was a woman, her legs spread to reveal her sinful sex as her wings spread across and off the bed, a moan rising from her as she slid two fingers between her thighs.

"I'll handle this," said one of the adventurers, a robed wizard stepping forward from the group as he approached the incubus' bed.

"Mmmm, I sense pride in you. Arrogance. Much like him. You also think you can be a god." Haarlep laughed as her tail flicked and she spread her legs further, making Gale blush as his robes felt tighter. "We're looking for information on your boss. Where does Raphael keep his secrets?"

"I can show you. But for a price~" Haarlep ran her hands up her body, her clothes vanishing, exposing her cherry red breasts as her nipples stiffened. "It's been so long since I've had fun with another. So long since someone else was on top. Satisfy me wizard, and I shall tell you."

Gale thought for a moment then nodded. "Very well, guys, wait outside..."

"No. They must watch."

Gale stuttered and looked back at his companions. Karlach, Astarion, and Minthara, perhaps the worst matchup for this event. Karlach was the only one who seemed embarassed, but she said nothing as she decided to focus on a particularly interesting patch of ceiling above her. Astarion and Minthara meanwhile looked like hungry vultures who would probably have stayed regardless to witness this.

"Alright..." Gale muttered, undoing his robes and climbing into bed in just his underwear. Haarlep moaned as their hand ran up Gale's leg to grab his bulge and shortly after grab the waistband and tug his last piece of clothing off to expose his cock.

"The Nine Hells!~" Haarlep exclaimed, the fiend's hand gripping the base of the most sublime cock they'd witnessed in centuries. "Such an amazing staff for a wizard to wield." Running their hand up and down Gale's length, Haarlep spread her legs further and guided him to enter her, moaning as her wings fluttered and her eyes rolled back.

"FUCK, MORE!" Haarlep yelled, another flash of red dissolving the incubus' female form, instead leaving a writhing mass of tentacles that lifted Gale into the air.

"What the...mmrpgh?!?" Gale's surprised shout was stifled as tentacles wrapped around his mouth, similar slimy tendrils gripping his wrists and ankles, pulling his arms behind his back as his knees were forcibly bent, the wizard suspended by living rope in the air as an orifice somewhat maybe kind of resembling a pussy engulfed his cock with fervent repetetiveness, the gurgled sounds emanating from the fiend likely that of pleasure.

Astarion wished he had popcorn right now, and Minthara hummed thoughtfully as she examined the demon's technique of bondage, while even the polite Karlach found herself unable to look away at the sight of the human male being made love to by tentacles.

Gale groaned as he came, feeling a probing at his mind that he resisted and felt settle in his flesh instead as Haarlep shifted back into male form, cum leaking from his ass as he groaned and shook with ecstasy. "Couldn't just...fuck normally..." With a flash of red, Haarlep looked like Gale, complete with monumental cock which the cambrion began furiously rubbing. "Mmmm, I will certainly enjoy this form~ You will feel it the next time Raphael feels it too~ He keeps his secrets in the safe behind the painting."

Picking up his robes and underwear, Gale quickly redressed and avoided looking at his party members as he beelined for the safe. "Let's just keep moving."

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"Chk, yet another pathetic display!"

Lae'zel and Tav were sparring in camp while the rest of the party was away, the two honing their skills at Lae'zel's insistence despite Tav being a sorcerer and thus less skilled than she was at swordplay.

"Quit fighting like an istik, fight like a gith!" Lae'zel lunged forward again, Tav deflecting her blow and pushing her back as he growled, a dragon's roar rumbling from his chest at Lae'zel's prodding.

"What's the matter? Unable to fight without sorcerous tri-"

Lae'zel never finished her sentence as a magic missile knocked her blade from her hand, a thoroughly pissed Tav walking towards her as she attempted to throw a punch. The dragonborn caught the punch easily and shoved her to the ground in annoyance as he began to unbuckle his pants.

"MMGHRG?!?" Lae'zel choked as a thick white cock shoved its way into her mouth, her head gripped by Tav's claws as he facefucked her into the dirt, punishing the gith for her constant insults by using her mouth and throat for something far better.

Tears welled in Lae'zel's eyes from the sheer force of the thrusts into her face, eyes rolled back and she moaned as she choked and gargled on fat dragon cock, the exact thing she was chasing with all her bratty behavior. Tav of course knew this was what Lae'zel really wanted, but it would be no fun for the warrior to just admit she craved losing a fight and it would be no fun for him to admit that fulfilling this urge was what she wanted.

Tav roared into the air as he came down Lae'zel's throat, the gith woman groaning as she swallowed all she was given, deciding she'd wait until tomorrow to start insulting the dragonborn...that was, if she didn't become aroused by nightfall again.

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Astarion's teeth sank into the extra-warm flesh of Karlach's thigh as he greedily began to lap up the spilled blood. Ever since her engine had been fixed enough to touch her, he'd been sneaking little drinks in the nighttime. A master rogue, he'd managed to weasel some handcuffs onto Karlach's wrists so even if she woke up he'd have his time to dodge away. After that, well, he'd be able to explain him...

"Shit!" Astarion tried to lunge away but Karlach swung her untapped leg to knock the vampire across the head, his skull soon sandwiched between his meals as Karlach's thighs squeezed around his head.

"Thought I was moving a bit sluggish lately. Mind explaining that? Hmm? Astarion? Wait..."

Releasing Astarion, Karlach realized she'd delivered a little too much force and knocked the elf out, his breathing indicating that he was still alive thankfully. Her eyes drifted downward towards the midnight thief's crotch and...

"Oh, you're one of those guys huh?" Karlach laughed, the asphyxiation-induced erection in Astarion's pants draining her of her anger. She wiggled as she realized her hands were still cuffed and with Astarion knocked out it would be a minute until she could get free, and then he'd have some explaining to do.

"Wait, hoooly hells! Hahaha~!" Karlach laughed her ass off as she realized what the dark stain in Astarion's pants was. Not only had he popped a stiffy getting suffocated, he'd finished too from that and a mouthful of blood alone.

"Well, since you stole some of my fluids~" Wiggling with her hands tied into a sort of 69 position, Karlach undid Astarion's sleep garments with her teeth and took a lick as payback for her lost blood. "Hmm, tastes normal, wasn't expecting that from a vampire. Ah well, you better wake up soon and unhandcuff me Astarion, I need my hands free to clobber you!"

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"You've refused me yet again pet," Mizora purred, the cambion patron of Wyll Ravengard staring at him with amusement, as if already concocting her plan for his punishment.

"That's unfair Mizora! Our contract...!"

"Our contract is just what you broke dear. Always remember the fine print. Don't fret, I'm feeling quite merciful. Your punishment is simple. A tavern in the next town over. There is a job there you must work for the next few months until next winter's end. Do this job obediently and you shall be let off the hook for this indiscretion."

With little choice, the Blade of Frontiers trudged towards Mizora's stated location, the tavern he entered hazy with smoke and reeking of drunken men. He approached the bartender and gave the phrase he'd been told to say. "I'm here about a sister's job?" he said, the bartender grunting acknowledgement as they tilted their head towards a backdoor.

Entering the employee-only area of the tavern, Wyll paled at the sight before him. A man on all fours like a pig, moaning as a woman sodomized him with the tapered end of a beer bottle, the tormentor turning towards Wyll and giving him a grin. "Ah, looks like we have a new cut of meat to sell. Don't worry, we'll get you nice and ready~"

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Nine months later...

"P-Please mister," the sissy said, lifting its skirt to show off a caged brown manhood. "Use me however you like."

Shoved to the ground, the sissy held back a gag as the reeking stench of another man's cock filled his nostrils, obediently taking the tip into his mouth as he began to suck his shaft, praying that a blowjob was all the bar patron wanted and that his poor ass pussy wouldn't be violated again. Kneeling on a dirty unswept floor, he ran his tongue along the veins of the drunkard's stiff need with gusto that he was sickened to realize wasn't entirely faked.

As the sissy made sure to massage the man's balls as mistress had trained him to do, he felt a presence watching him with rapturous glee, though since the drunkard currently fucking the feminized whore's face said nothing, he kept going at his task.

"Now isn't this a sight~ The Blade of Frontiers has become more The Dagger!" Mizora laughed at the sight of Wyll's caged cock, his manliness locked away as he was forced to wear dresses and satisfy the violent lusts of drunkards and bandits. Wyll for his part was too busy choking on the man's cum in his throat to respond to Mizora, his prayers going unanswered as the man was still hard and he yanked the sissy slut he'd paid for up to give his ass a spank and tell him to turn around.

"Nine months for mortals to be born, nine months you've had to be born again! But we've had our fun, and while I enjoy seeing you made a pathetic imitation of a man for others to rape for money, you are more useful to me as a tool."

Wyll moaned uncontrollably at a whiny feminine pitch as his shaved ass was split open by the man's fat cock, the pleasurable ripples it sent through his guts making him leak and he gyrated his hips to try and drive him in deeper. "Mmm, on second thought, I'll come back later~ It's clear that a sissy such as you can't focus on anything when a cock is inside him, hahahaha!"

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"Tsssh! Watch it soldier!" Karlach hissed, wincing away in pain as Lae'zel cleaned a gash on her forearm.

"Stay still and I will not need to watch it," Lae'zel responded, dabbing the cloth along the wound once more as she rummaged for bandages. Wrapping the barbarian's arm tightly, Lae'zel sat back as Karlach flexed her fingers a few times, confirming the bandages stayed in place. "Thanks for that. Surprised gith bother with first aid."

"Of course. It would be inefficient for a soldier to fall outside of battle when so easily prevented." Lae'zel's eyes drifted to Karlach's fiery chest, the warm orange pulse of an infernal engine shining through flesh and ribs. "Does it hurt when I touch here?" she asked, the fighter placing her palm over where Karlach's heart used to be, the tiefling clutching her hand but not pushing it away.

"No, it doesn't."

"What about here?" Lae'zel asked, hand drifting to the side and beneath Karlach's shirt to cup her left breast. Karlach sighed as flames curled in her hair, the quickness of her pulse easy to read beneath Lae'zel's fingertips. "No, quite the opposite."

Lae'zel squeezed gently and ran her thumb over the stiff peak of Karlach's breast, eliciting a moan as Lae'zel rummaged for something else, pulling out a decidedly non-medical contraption from her bag complete with a harness.

"Is that...what I think it is?" Karlach asked, not resisting as Lae'zel hooked the device around Karlach's waist, moving away only once she'd firmly secured it. Strapped to Karlach's crotch now hung a massive sex toy of githyanki make and shape, complete with iron studs down the length of its shaft that made it resemble a club more than a dildo.

"We're going to check your stamina is still good~" Lae'zel purred, turning around and bending low on all fours, her chest pressing against the ground as her knees kept her ass stuck in the air, all for Karlach's hungry eyes to take in.

"Are you...sure about this?" she asked, gripping the base of the absurd fake cock as she kneeled behind Lae'zel, nothing more than an easily parted loincloth separating her from the other woman's empty cunt.

"K'chakhi, did I not tell you already?! Make no mistake. I am still your jhe'stil, just as a dragon is beneath its rider."

Moving aside Lae'zel's loincloth, Karlach gripped the base of the dildo and hesitantly began to push it inside Lae'zel.

Lae'zel, for her part, groaned as her fingers dug into the grass beneath her, resisting the urge to shove herself back against the toy lest Karlach lose her nerve and refuse to use it at all. Once she was halfway inside, Karlach began moving back, sliding in and out of Lae'zel's thankfully slickened slit, the gith hornier than a minotaur in a barn as she began swaying her hips back and forth.

"Come on Karlach, are your injuries so severe you cannot properly bed me? This is to test your endurance, don't you forget."

Karlach gave a dry swallow before using her hands to grip Lae'zel's narrow waist, picking up the pace of her thrusts as she began to swing her hips back and forth, fucking the dildo into Lae'zel deeper and harder than she had before much to the moaning gith's pleasure, eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the itch inside her escape deeper.

"MORE! More...deeper, harder! Hammer my insides with that weapon like I'm a shu'kyani in heat! I wish to feel my womb split open by your might!"

Karlach grunted as she increased her assault yet again, keeping one hand gripping Lae'zel's hips to keep her from flying away as she used the other to reach forward and yank Lae'zel's hair back, the sound of rough hard sex echoing across the campground as Karlach began to bottom out inside Lae'zel, barely able to slip the last iron stud inside at deepest thrust before the fighter's guts could not relent any further.

"FUUUUUHHHH...!!!" Lae'zel shouted as she began to squirt and cum and climax all along the dildo, her pleasure immense as her knees slipped on the grass and she collapsed onto her stomach legs and arms spread to brace against the earth, the toy attached to Karlach slipping out as she fell leaving a concerned Karlach to look down at her friend.

"Lae'zel? You good?"

"...your...stamina...is...quite good," Lae'zel gasped, slipping back into her medical pretense.

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Blood ran as hot as fire in the night, the incessant pulsating of lower flesh waking Tav from his slumber as a yanking in his loins, an urge deeper than thought or memory compelling him from his tent to stalk across the camp in the dead of night. The embers of the fire were still warm, aglow with an inner red like blood that barely lit the darkness and could not reveal the dragonborn's approach of another sleeping.

Drool fell from Tav's jowls like a waterfall as his hands touched the floor, crawling on all fours into the tent of the sleeping woman, the subtle swooping curve of waist between shoulder and hips the beast's destination as had the adventurer been in any control of his actions he would have noticed he had long shed his clothes and approached his target as naked as the animal he was acting like.

Pulsing, blood hotly pulsing, filling the sinful extrusion between and from Tav's legs as he hovered over the sleeping body of a fellow dragonborn, the silver-scaled bard Quil Grootslang blinking the sleep from her eyes as she felt her body awaken a pulse before her. Looking up in shock, her scream was cut off by Tav's tongue invading her mouth, the shout dying on hers as it was forcibly swallowed along with the fountain of spittle that drooled down her throat, spluttering a bit as its volume overwhelmed her and she was forcibly silenced as her clothes were torn apart by claws and her body laid bare for the night and for Tav to see.

Something ran like fire through Quil's veins as she felt claws spread apart her legs, a furnace alight inside her lower body she'd only droned in songs, a hot aching emptiness that filled her womb like smoke, hot, stinging, but oh so lacking in substance. She was instantly aware of what was occurring, the deep, primal heat and rut that ran through her and Tav's bodies respectively the result of a biological urge, nay, need to fornicate, to fuck, to breed. She was instantly accepting, how could she not be when the same mind-erasing heat ran through her body as it did through his.

Quil's tongue thrashed against Tav's in a battle of wills as he plunged inside her, warm heat wrapping around his compulsion as he began to fuck the prime breedable meat beneath him, hands digging into her hips hard enough to gouge the flesh of any non-scaled woman as if fearful another would steal her mid-fuck, an impossible notion even before one considered the fact that Quil's legs were wrapped around his waist just as tightly, the two dragonborn so lost within their heat-addled fucking that they wouldn't have noticed or been bothered by anything else around them.

Tav's tongue slipped from Quil's mouth as one of his hands reached up to grip her throat, choking the air from her lungs as he leaned back to roar into the night, bathing his mate's insides with hot pearly seed as his cock swelled to lodge himself inside her like blood in cotton, the firm feeling of a partner's knot inside her making the asphyxiating Quil climax herself, the gurgled choking sounds of what might have been moaning given breath accompanying Tav's roar as he marked his territory, finally removing his hand to allow Quil to inhale air as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a spooning position, his cock still firmly stuck inside her as the heat of his blood and his cum cooled. Quil moaned softly as she drifted back to sleep with him, the two likely to require explaining the next day when camp found the sticky mess Tav had made of their newest companion's body.

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"Step right up, step right up! Come witness, one and all! The exotic flora of a hundred, no, a thousand worlds!"

The carnival barker pointed the end of a staff at the party as they approached, a salesman's grin across his face as he used his free hand to gesture towards a tent. "Whaddya say fine gentlemen? Care to peruse the plants from lands alien to these? You may go your whole lives still without a chance to see such marvels again!"

Astarion scoffed with amusement as Wyll lifted an eyebrow in doubt. Gale meanwhile, seemed excited, and Halsin smiled as he stood arms crossed. "I would be interested in seeing the nature of far-off places," Halsin remarked, Gale nodding his agreement as he turned to Wyll and Astarion. "Come on, it'll be quick. Besides, might spy something interesting."

"Unless, there's a plant that can remove brainworms, I doubt I'll be all that impressed," Astarion retorted, but said nothing else as Halsin paid the fee and the carnival barker ushered them inside. "Remember, no touching, NO touching, twenty minutes maximum or you'll be double charged, step right up, step right up!"

The open flaps of the tent muffled the foot traffic outside as the four men entered the exhibit, vines curling up trellises and venus fly traps the size of men greeting them, along with stranger plants and fungi, only some made familiar by their excursion through the Underdark.

Wyll read the signs hammered into the ground alongside various plants, taking note of a particularly interesting one given the honor of sitting at the center of the tent.

"Sune's Kiss, plane of origin unknown. Said to instill madness in those who inhale its pollen." A giant pink flower with yellow stamens stood at Halsin's height in a pot behind the sign, Astarion wrinkling his nose. "The smell will certainly drive me mad if we stay in here any longer."

As the men were about to move on, Gale tripped on a stone embedded in the dirt, the carnival apparently doing a shoddy job of clearing their tent areas as he careened past the safety bar and collided with the flower, a plume of sickly sweet perfume clouding the air as the others pinched their noses but it was far too late for that. Gale blinked groggily as he got up into a sitting position, looking between his legs to find his cock hard as gondian steel pitching a tent in his robes. He looked up to see his companions not doing so well either.

"Eugh..." Astarion groaned, seeing the fat bulge in Halsin's pants strain against the fabric as he stumbled backward, Wyll catching him as the two men realized both their cocks were hard as well, though certainly less impressive than the others.

"Shit..." Wyll muttered, disappointed to see his own erection smaller than that of Astarion's making him the smallest in the group but that soon became the least of his concerns as Gale began to strip, his robes cleaving from his body as he seemed in a hurry to expose his cock to the air, a large rigid thing that he began to furiously stroke to seemingly no avail, teeth gritted as he began to use both hands. "Why...won't...it...go...down!"

Astarion let out a long moan as he reached a hand below his belt to rub his own genitals, playing with his dick as he licked his lips at the sight of Gale's manhood. "I suppose plant seeing is fun after all~" Before Wyll could stop him, Astarion was on all fours in front of Gale, sucking the wizard's cock as Gale groaned and gripped the vampire's head, his fear of fangs grazing his member outweighed by the blossoming lust within him that was thankful for a tight hole to fuck.

Halsin's hand gripped Wyll's head and shoved him to his knees, the bear of a druid freeing his own tree trunk and poking it against Wyll's face. "It seems this will not end until we satisfy ourselves."

"But what about...what if someone sees us?" Wyll asked worriedly, the sight of feet outside the tent visible through the entrance flaps from his kneeled position. "Just try to be quiet and they won't notice," Halsin assured him, gripping the warlock's jaw to pry it open as he slid his cock into the other man's mouth, groaning as he began to thrust back and forth.

"Sh-shit, FUCK!!!" Gale shouted, Wyll looking over to see Astarion had shoved the pommel of his dagger up the wizard's rectum, sodomizing him with the weapon's safe side as he choked and gagged deepthroating his massive cock, letting out a moan as he swallowed the subsequent explosion of cum.

"Mmmm, that's a good idea," Halsin murmured, grabbing a carrot from his pack he kept for rations as he lifted Wyll into the air and slung him over his shoulder.

"Wait, what are you hrrrg!!?" Wyll grunted as Halsin finished pulling his pants down and shoved a carrot up his tight brown hole, Wyll shamefully going cross-eyed as he began to cum across the side of Halsin's torso. "Oh, have you experimented back there before Wyll? You took that quite easily, not to mention the...results."

Too dazed to respond, Wyll didn't stop Halsin as he removed the carrot and promptly replaced it with his own cock, buttfucking his fellow adventurer in a standing full nelson as he grunted with exertion, Gale similarly railing Astarion's backdoor as the pollen clogged their nostrils and senses, the tent transformed into a den of sinful gay sex as eventually Halsin and Gale swapped, the druid splitting Astarion's backdoor open with his bitchbreaking trunk of a dick, and Gale straightening out Wyll's colon with his meaty staff, the use of carrots, daggers, tapered bottles, and whatever else they had in their packs assisting with the improptu session.

By the time the men stumbled out they had been triple-charged for their time and the haughty smirk of the carnival barker was noticed only by Astarion's perceptive eyes, who said nothing for it was a good scam to be caught by. Never would he have known how tight the Blade of Frontier's backside was nor the pleasure of being spitroasted by a bear and a wizard.

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Wyll sat sharpening his blade as Karlach approached him, the two having grown a bit closer ever since their first "humorous misunderstanding" when Wyll had tried to kill the tiefling believing her to be a demon.

"Hey soldier, you got a moment?" Karlach asked, Wyll setting down his blade as he stood up. "Of course Karlach, what's on your mind?"

"Well..." Karlach seemed unusually awkward, rocking back on forth on the heels of her feet as she puffed her cheeks. "It's a bit hard to explain...you see, even though my engine's cooled down, I'm still running quite hot, and...I don't exactly trust myself to go charging into the next bed if you know what I mean!"

Karlach laughed nervously as understanding dawned on Wyll's face. "Ahh, so, you're asking for my help with these things. While I'm, flattered Karlach, I'm not so sure if that would be..."

"It can be whatever you prefer! We can even do that, argh, what did Minthara say...high protocol stuff?"

Wyll was even more incredulous as he coughed. "I'm familiar. You understand that that would mean accepting any rules I give you to the letter?"

"I'm good at following orders, and orders are what I need right now to avoid throwing myself at the next hunk I see."

Wyll paused to consider before nodding. "Okay, but if we do this, you follow everything I say. If you don't like the rules and disobey we just won't do it again."

"Deal!"

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Karlach bit her lip as she hung near the back of the party, letting others do the talking as she fought the urge to squeeze her legs together. Rule #1, no showing any signs of pleasure in public. It was a rather hard rule to follow whenever Wyll cranked up the setting on the enchanted sex toy currently lodged in the barbarian woman's vagina, silently vibrating inside Karlach forcing her to bite her tongue or risk letting out a moan.

Hiding the wobble she felt while walking, Karlach sighed in relief as Wyll turned it down, immediately tensing up again as she felt his hand slide down the back of her pants, his palm grazing her red ass cheeks as the warlock cupped himself a handful of tiefling cake. Rule #2, no resisting physical touch in public either. Karlach let out a breathy sigh as she felt Wyll slip his hand into her crack, his finger circling the base of the plug he'd fitted inside her this morning. Rule #3, at least two of her holes would remain filled at all times whether with a toy or with Wyll's own phallus.

Breaking off from the main group to do some shopping around the market, Wyll dragged Karlach to a sheltered spot in an alley and snapped his fingers. Karlach dropped to her knees and moaned as she watched Wyll quickly undo his pants, her hot mouth engulfing his shaft the moment it was out. Rule #4, no being quiet when they were alone. Karlach moaned and whined and let out all the slutty sounds she'd been holding in as she swallowed Wyll's cock, the hero gripping her horns and gritting his teeth to keep himself quiet as he fucked his obedient slave's throat, Karlach remembering Rule #5, to always, always swallow what she was given without leaving a drop.

Karlach felt like she was about to burst come nightfall, her pleasure built up throughout the day only rarely let out as rage during fights but Rule #6 was the most delightful of them all.

Laid upon the ground of Wyll's tent in nothing but her birthday suit, Karlach suppressed the heat in her body as much as she could as Wyll placed a small candle next to the cot she was on. "We go until this candle is gone." Wyll spread her legs and slid in between them, the man sighing with satisfaction as all women-loving men did upon the first draw of sex, Karlach moaning as she felt the pleasure she long waited for.

The heat of Karlach's body lit the wick and Rule #6 was in play. So long as the candle burns, indulge in your desires. Karlach roared in pleasure as heat surged from her skin, rolling over to pin Wyll beneath her as she rode him with desperate urgentness, eager to get as much sex as she could before the wax was gone, her hands leaving burn imprints on Wyll's chest as she rode him, his hips feeling like they were stuck in a fireplace as Karlach's heat and lust came out in waves, Wyll grunting as his comparitvely cold cum shot inside Karlach and she let out a moan at the sensation of her own climax, shaking atop Wyll as the candle burned out, sped up by the heat that had come radiating off of Karlach.

"I'll...control it better...next time..." Karlach panted, upset she had gotten carried away and cut her time short yet again and she bashfully went to grab some healing potions to help Wyll who laid groaning on the floor his chest hair and pubes singed from the fiery ordeal.

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"UGGH! YEAH SOLDIER, DEEPER!!!"

Karlach's hands roamed Tav's body as she rode the dragonborn into next week, red and white hips colliding as Tav roared and spilled himself inside the tiefling's literally fiery cunt, the mess of their ferocious lovemaking spilling across both their laps as the heat of sex came down to a simmer, the two companions clutching each other's naked bodies close as Karlach took deep breaths to cool her body down to a mere boiling instead of scalding.

"Damn, we really made a mess!" Karlach laughed, slipping off of her bedcompanion to see the explosion of cum left across Tav's now flaccid cock.

"Do you want me to clean that up?~" Karlach flirted, moving downward to rest her lips on Tav's tip, the dragon's dick thoroughly asleep for the remainder of the night but that was alright as Karlach kissed and licked and lapped up the messy results of the best (and only) sex she'd had in years, Tav groaning as he rubbed Karlach's hair between her horns, neither stopping until the mess was all gone and the barbarian had crawled back up to lay beside Tav as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I'll be big spoon tonight, we can switch off next time~"

Cuddling with Karlach felt like being hugged by a warm marshmallow the size of a bear, a very nice feeling and likewise Tav's cool scales felt soothing against Karlach's skin, the two cuddling to sleep in the tent like a pair of lovers ought to.

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Gale was practicing a spell by his tent when Minthara stormed up to him in a huff. Letting the light of the weave fade in between his fingers, Gale smiled up at the irritated drow with amusement. "Hello Minthara. Something on your mind I take it?"

"As a matter of fact there is wizard. I have grown tired of listening to your arrogant boasts, and from henceforth end my silent politeness."

"Whatever could you mean?"

"Your foolish claim that you, a mere mortal, a man, have lain with the goddess of magic herself! Such a tale is suited to drunk bards, not self-aggrandizing third sons such as yourself."

Gale laughed at the source of Minthara's rage as he continued to sit cross-legged at the foot of his tent. "Trust me Minthara, while I am a man of pride, this I do not lie about. What pray tell makes my story so unbelievable?"

Minthara's sneer took on an air of confidence as if she had caught Gale in a fib. "Because a goddess would not be pleased with the pitiful manhood of a mere human. I bet if I yank your pants down right now...I...oh...OH MY GODS?!?"

Reeling back, Minthara looked in fear or perhaps awe at the third leg that hung between Gale's legs, the previously confident drow's hand yanked back after having pulled down the wizard's clothes too fast for him to stop. Gale would have felt embarrassed, had Minthara's reaction not humored him so.

"Well? Good enough for a goddess?"

Gale was mighty proud of his cock, and in truth had every right to be. A solid pillar of hard meat capped with a mushroom tip that was all natural, no enlargement spells required. It was the envy of any man and the terror or delight of any woman (depending on her own capacities), and it seemed that after an initial shock it was going to be the latter for Minthara whose gaze was turning hungrier while still retaining her initial anger, now redirected towards a different complaint.

"You have withheld such a thing from me for so long?"

Getting to her knees, Minthara grabbed Gale's hips and pulled him towards her, the big-dicked mage yelping in surprise as he was toppled from his seated position to instead have his butt resting on Minthara's laps, his legs spread aside her as she gripped his cock in front of her and began to jerk.

"Such a magnificent cock, hidden away on a whelp of a man..." Minthara brought her hand back to slap Gale's cock, batting further down his shaft until in no time flat she had delivered a red spank to his balls, making Gale shudder and groan as Minthara spit on his tip to lubricate her handjob.

"I am not done yet wizard~ I am going to punish you for withholding this dick from me, and by the time I am through, Mystra will be your second most boasted bed partner~"

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Hours later, Minthara sighed as she felt Gale's meat log pitifully spurt the last of its cum inside her, finally releasing the exhausted man from an amazon position as he moaned "So...sore..."

While Gale had been more than willing to sleep with Minthara, she'd set the pace and made ruin of his poor genitals by refusing to pause even a moment to allow the man time to recuperate. She would ride him through and past every orgasm, torturing his cock with overstimulation as she forced load after load out of him like she was milking him dry. She'd sucked his balls empty while spanking his balls, ridden him through dozens of climaxes, and squeezed his dick so hard he thought she'd bruise it, and it seemed she had only stopped her relentless assault out of her own personal wants.

"Yawwwwwn, well, good night wizard. Expect me again in the future, you still have yet to pay me back for the nights missed with your 'wand'."

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"Mmmngh, hnnngh, mmph, mmph, yes..."

The sounds oddly enough were the first thing Tav noticed as he stirred from a deep slumber, the actual sensations of his body slow to come after, and yet they remained muddled even as he slowly realized what was happening.

He was dreaming yet again, suspended in the air his senses dampened as though he were swaddled in a mountain of blankets. Every touch came as though through several layers of clothing and each sound was a far-off echo of what was being said. He was blind and mute, his teeth chomping down onto a gag that even on his tongue was hard to sense and whether it was his drowsy dream state or the deadening of his senses, it took him quite a while to return to the matter of whose voice he was hearing and realize what was going on.

The sharp sting of lightning cracked Tav's left asscheek and he let out a groan as his body squirmed midair, a second spank following the first charged with just as much electric potential as each crack of white fire served as the dragonborn's sole source of full sensation as he was dimly aware of the feeling of a cylinder sliding in and out of his backdoor...

"NNNGH!!!"

The sensation of warmth that bloomed inside Tav following the creampie shocked Tav to awareness in his mind even if his senses remained confuddled. The feeling of four fingered hands clutching his hips and of tentacles tracing along his back gave the adventurer an idea as to who it was but before he could rouse himself further...

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Tav woke like normal in his tent with the air cold on his skin and the sounds of birds chirping reaching his ears as clear as the sight of his tent above him was. Had it been a dream? It had felt like one, but then again it always felt that way when he visited...why was it so hard to focus then? Had it truly been a dream or had he failed to mask his actions?

Whatever, Tav thought. Another day of controlled bloodlust.

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"Nnngh! Fuck, yes, take it!"

Gortash's hand slapped the twink elf's ass as he railed him in front of his bedroom mirror, the vain lord preferring to have most of his sexual conquests here where he could witness himself and his prize of the day's face while comfortably fucking them from behind.

Astarion relaxed his hole with the practiced ease of a man familiar with using his body, groaning though mostly in annoyance and not sexual desire, though he was confident Gortash himself wouldn't be able to tell the difference, if he indeed even cared. Cazador Szarr liked to "trade" Astarion to key actors in Baldur's Gate, the up and coming Lord Gortash one of them, and he was far from the first pompous prick the spawn had ever slept with.

"Oh yeah, on your knees, on your fucking knees filth~"

Gortash jerked himself off as he slipped out of Astarion's ass, the elf complying as he got to his knees. Expecting a facial, Astarion was fully surprised when the warm spray of piss landed in his mouth, his eyes squeezing shut as he resisted the urge to gag, obediently accepting the golden shower as Gortash sighed and slapped himself dry on Astarion's hair. He'd be scrubbing it extra clean later...

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"Oh, umm, apologies..."

Gale tried to back out of the barn, but the doors swung shut behind him, the wizard having unwittingly walked in on a bugbear and ogre in a "private moment" so to speak. Whilt the bugbear seemed ready to smash him to a pulp, the ogre seemed to have different ideas, huffing as she thrust her hips back. "No stopping!"

With a grunt, the bugbear grabbed Gale by the collar and forced him towards the giant woman. Gale collided face-first with the ogress's backside, the monster reaching back to force his face in deeper as he learned firsthand what an ogre's ass tasted like. Pulling his pants down, the bugbear got behind him and spanked his ass before shoving himself inside, the couple seemingly determined to continue their rut with the wizard as a hostage third member.

Yanking him from between her cheeks, Gale gasped in fresh air as the ogress guided his now exposed cock into her.

"Mmph! He's a biggun!" the ogress laughed, Gale caught between a bugbear fucking into him as he was made to fuck into an ogre, eyes rolling back as he desperately tried to prevent the inevitable result, a task he ultimately failed as semen spurt from his tip into the monstrous woman's guts, the bugbear laughing as he did the same to him.

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"Astarion, why'd you lock the barn door?" Shadowheart scolded, the pale bastard chuckling with amusement. "I figured a monster cock deserved a monster to fuck along with it!"

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Shadowheart woke up to a knife pressed against her throat, Lae'zel atop her with a murderous glint in her eye though that didn't stop the cleric from getting a rush of blood to sensitive places.

"One word, and I gut you like a fish," Lae'zel hissed, Shadowheart's hands moving down to grip Lae'zel by the hips and shove her off, Shadowheart flipping onto all fours as she scrambled in a crawl to get away, a hand gripping her ankle yanking her back as Lae'zel's knife failed to draw blood but instead tore open the backside of her sleeping clothes.

"Hrrrrnn...!" Shadowheart's pained grunt was silenced by Lae'zel shushing her, the gith licking her lips at the sight of Shadowheart's butt now exposed through her slit pajamas. Tearing the hole open further with her hands, Lae'zel ran a tongue up the other woman's cheeks, making her shiver as Lae'zel's attention moved lower.

"Be silent, or you'll wake the whole camp," was Lae'zel's sole warning before her fingers began to intrude inside Shadowheart's womanhood. Biting back moans, Shadowheart felt the same shift Lae'zel had in this nighttime scuffle. No longer a battle of blades, it was a battle of wills and bodies, and Shadowheart was determined not to break first. Lae'zel's fingers began to grow in number with how many were stuffed inside Shadowheart and soon the gith had her entire fist silently ramming in and out of the quaking cleric's pussy.

"Such capacity...I take it you've practiced before~" Lae'zel taunted, Shadowheart groaning quietly. "Another avenue of pain for Lady Shar...until, hnng, I got used to it..."

Lae'zel's lips catched Shadowheart's as the two silenced their moans with each others mouths, the next hour spent in a quiet yet ferocious hate fuck that left the two far more amicable the following morning.

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"Relax darling..."

Astarion purred as he unbuttoned Gale's clothes, his kisses growing deeper and longer on the wizard's neck as his hands roamed further downward with each subsequent act of unclothing. Gale shuddered as he felt his tunic come off, Astarion's hands moving lower as he felt the sharp sting of teeth in his neck.

"Ah-Ahh!~" Gale moaned as Astarion drew blood, leaving the ultimate hickey on his neck as his hands discovered his prize beneath Gale's trousers.

"Mmm~" Astarion began to jerk Gale off as he drank from him, Gale sighing as he felt himself stiffen to his full unwieldy length, Astarion eventually conceding to using both hands to get the wizard off as Gale reached a hand back to caress the vampire's hair.

"That's it, take your fill, such a good little leech...mmm, keep working those hands..."

Astarion felt a shudder in his spine, and he found his hands moving faster to match Gale's words as the two broken men shared blood and other fluids in a night of debaucherous camaraderie.

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"Mmmmrghg???"

Halsin woke to find himself hog-tied and gagged, a position he'd actually been in before but usually he recalled when and how he got into it. Feeling the sluggish effects of a poison, he tried to shift into bear form but aside from a probably imagined flutter of body hair, he remained stubbornly as a man.

"Mmm, such tender meat..."

The raspy voice of a murderer reached Halsin's ears as two cold hands gripped his ass and spread him open. Orlin the Red cackled as she shifted form, finding the brutish physique of her captive a rather enticing one and when Halsin felt a prodding at his entrance it was his own cock that split him in two, Orin groaning as she began to buttfuck her captive for nothing more than her own sport, the raped druid groaning into his gag as he hoped the rest of the party found out what had happened to him soon.

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SLAP

"Mmmnnnnghggh..."

Minthara moaned as Tav reeled his hand back and slapped her ass again, the drow woman bent over and locked in a pillary in nothing more than her birthday suit. Her ass was already a sore read from being beaten by the dragonborn's hand and her next moan was just as eager as the first as Tav brought his palm down to paddle her.

SPANK

"NNNnnnggghg..." Minthara spread her legs apart further, shifting her hips lower to the ground while also exposing her two holes.

Gale smirked as he stood, having been a known voyeur of events up to now but he seemed ready to take an active role. Nudging Tav aside, Gale whipped out his marvelous cock and pressed its head into the folds of Minthara's dark grey slit before pushing himself deeper to plunge his shaft into her warm, quivering folds.

"F-F-Fuuuck..!" Minthara's eyes rolled back and she moaned as she swayed her butt, earning another slap from Tav as he swung his leg over to straddle Minthara like a horse. The stocks had been built low enough and Tav himself was tall enough to allow for such a thing and so as Minthara's pussy and legs wrapped around Gale, her ass was split open by hard dragon cock which turned her moans into a one-woman symphony as the biggest cocks she'd ever had took turns plunging in and out of her sex and shitter, the mens' palms slapping her grey ass purple as their balls thudded against her, Minthara able to take some small pride in taking both men to the base but that pride was soon outshown by her orgasm, her toes curling into the dirt as she would have collapsed were it not for the stocks, a desperate cry ripping from her lungs as cum filled her in two holes at once.

Stepping back from their work, Gale and Tav admired the sight of a dripping, moaning Minthara, both men having shown the arrogant woman her place.

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Shadowheart ascended the last of the tower steps, freezing at the sight of a metal man who turned to face her, gears whirring within his frame as he spoke.

"New sounds through damp and dark oppression break / Is it the foe, that foul, contemptuous heel?"

Remembering the lines from the book she'd read downstairs, Shadowheart hurriedly completed the line, "Or art thou friend, a rescue from my lonely wake?"

Upon hearing the words, the automaton relaxed its stance and seemed to acknowledge Shadowheart as its master. Emboldened by her successful recital, Shadowheart chose to speak the next line. "Come out of love for me, not love for blood and steel."

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"How long will she be?" Karlach whispered, the rest of the party huddled near the gate to the tower, the sounds of moans suddenly echoing of the tower's top alerting them that something was wrong.

Rushing in, the party quickly took the arcane elevator and ascended to the tower's top, where the moans were deafening and their source became apparent.

Shadowheart drooled as her unfocused eyes rolled back in her head, a robotic man holding her in the air as he pistoned what appeared to be an artificial dick in and out of her pussy. While that was certainly shocking, what shocked the party more was Shadowheart's attire, her clothes having been torn away to the floor to reveal dark black lingerie hugging her curves.

"It...was...g-gunna be a sur-sur-surprise!?! Auggghnnhgh..." Shadowheart managed to gasp out an explanation before Bernard's assault rendered her mute with ecstasy once more, Karlach watching on in confused arousal at the sight.

"Uhhh...what do we...how do we, do...how do we stop this?"

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Wyll, Gale, Astarion, and Tav all sat around the fire drinking when Lae'zel approached them as sternly as ever.

"After traveling with you all for some time, it has become clear you are all not as useless as you first seemed." Lae'zel delivered her (what would generously be called a) compliment before beginning to unclasp her armor and shed her clothes, in record time stripped down to nothing as she stood before the stunned men. Stunning them further, she crouched to all fours and snarled at them. "Whoever best claims the beast that is me may share by bedside!"

Launching herself forward, Lae'zel tackled Gale first, consuming his lips in a kiss and Tav wasted little time getting behind her on his knees. Wyll and Astarion were slower to act, but hesitantly approached. Gale's pants were off in moments and Lae'zel moaned as she impaled herself upon what she already knew was the biggest cock here, but a mate had qualities other than size. Tav's teeth bit into her neck as he gripped her hips and rubbed himself against her ass, Wyll and Astarion presenting their stiff members for Lae'zel to suck and jerk in alternating fashion.

Tav yanked Lae'zel's hair back, forcing her mouth open for Wyll and Astarion to shoot their loads into, Lae'zel barking like an animal as she twisted around and came off Gale to instead tackle Tav into a cowgirl position. Astarion took dibs on Lae'zel's ass and seeing how she'd responded previously, gripped her hair and gave it a firm tug backwards, Lae'zel instantly growing more agreeable as her riding grew more predictable and rhythmic and her snarling quieted down to light growls. Wyll spread his legs to stand with Tav's torso between them as he presented his cock for Lae'zel to suck, Gale groaning in pain as he recovered from round one, but he'd be up for another round soon.

It was a primal, violent gangbang where Lae'zel at times drew blood but none of the men backed down from a challenge. By the end though, only Tav's bloodlust could match hers and he carried a passed out Lae'zel back to his tent while the other men groaned and pulled themselves up to begin bandaging each other.