A rough and tumble night

The trio had neglected to drape a blanket over themselves before going to sleep, and once they were in their positions, they found it rather hard to go find one. So they had to rely on their body heat to stay warm, and fortunately there was plenty of that to share. Naked flesh comingled and set the lovers' nerve endings on fire. Somehow, despite how much they'd gotten off today, they still couldn't contain how horny they made one another.

Thurkla fell asleep quite easily, all things considered. She cuddled her partners like the plush animals she used to sleep with as a child, much to their arousal (the partners, not the plushies). Morgala, much to her surprise, found being squished into the stone wall to be calming. It was like being held by someone strong and unyielding, and it made her feel safe. It was the same feeling Thurkla gave her when they snuggled together, even when they were having sex. Taykov didn't have the exact same feeling, as she was surrounded on both sides by her much plusher partners. Rather than safe, she felt comforted, like a baby being swaddled by its mother. It had been a long time since she'd spent the night cuddling someone, and now she'd done it two nights in a row.

Still, it was hard to feel sentimental when you were face deep in titties, especially ones as big and soft as Morgala's. Taykov could feel the elf's legs wrapping around hers and brushing against her pussy, and the orc's muscular thigh cradling her ass cheeks. She could barely move, which was the only reason she wasn't furiously rubbing her clit right now. She kept her breathing steady, knowing that if she let too much out, Morgala would certainly feel it and get horny herself. She'd learned enough over the past two days that just about any interaction between the three of them could lead to sex.

The elf and dwarf were sweating, trying to quell their mutual urges and get some much-needed shut-eye. But the one in between them (specifically in between their legs) was more interested in getting some action. He'd been left alone for several nights while his mistress and her new friends got busy over and over again. While the wooden dildo didn't have thoughts, per se, it did have something akin to a will. It was theorized by some magic scholars that any object, if treated with care and passion for long enough, could develop a magical "attraction" of sorts that compelled it to be used or admired. Whatever its stated purpose was, it would find some way to urge its user to fulfill it. And fortunately, this dildo's owner was quite malleable, as were her new companions.

The dildo had maneuvered in between two pussies, and the slight shivering and sweating of their owners was moving it closer and closer. Morgala and Taykov could feel the wood sliding on their skin, and were caught in a conundrum of wanting to pleasure themselves and wanting to avoid it. The dildo was prepared to make that choice for them, however, as it moved closer and closer before finding its way inside one of the lucky women.