All hail Tan’Hagorath!

Tan’Hagorath, The Patron of Witches froze Melli before I was able to claim her again. Reeeeal cock block.

His blue and gold form floated about me, just him. “Welcome my Prince. I see the others are respecting your claim on this one.” I gesture to Melli.

“Indeed. My investment bares fruit, and so quickly!” I watch as he spins about her sipping the soul from her body. Already he seems to glow brighter. “My boon for this one." He says. "Witches best come in pairs of three. To further encourage you to seek out more of these magical breeds, I bless this one with a taste for threes. She shall be most content both emotionally and sexually with two partners.” He pauses. “Though I can see how that would push you out of the equation. I shall make her welcoming to you as a fourth when that blessed time comes. The master over all. The peak of a pyramid. Am I not merciful and great?”

“You are indeed my prince.” I really have to start looking for other magic users. My best bet would The All Seeing Eye in the capital. Mages flock there like moths.

“Then our work, swiftly done, concludes.”

“A moment my prince.” I raise my hand. “A matter of faith.”

He scoffs. “I should burn you for taking a moment more of my time than I permit, but as you are my mother’s herald, I will stay my fury.”

“Gracious and merciful as always my lord.” I pause fearing the very question I seek, and its dreadful answer. “The Raven Lady, Shae’Hamora is she…”

“Dead? Yes. Dead as a god can be. Dead in the hearts of man.”

My mind swims, and I feel sick. “How can that be? The gods existed long before man. Surely they can go on whether we believe in them or not.”

“Ah.” He chides. “What you seek is deep knowledge. Facts and theories argued about even amongst demons and gods. Not knowledge fitting of a human.”

“I’m a herald.” I remind him. “It’s my duty to share the knowledge of the gods.”

I can feel a smile coming from the great prince. “Indeed, but mine is the realm of hidden knowledge. Knowledge that will remain hidden to you.” Rather unfair. “But it need not always be that way. Deepen your devotion to me, bring me more souls and worshippers and my secrets will be yours.”

I once read about a scholar who introduced the concept of currency to monkeys. They were given little tokens you could exchange for food. Well soon enough monkeys are saving tokens and using the chips to buy sex from eachother. Which just proves the holiness of prostitution.

Funny how you can upscale that experiment to demi-gods.

Is that blasphemy?

Only if I say it out loud.

“How close.” I ask, still afraid. “How close is Bellowyn to dying?”

“Hmmmm.” My dear prince hums to himself. The very fact he has to think about it is disturbing. “Hidden knowledge.” He sing, chuckling to himself. “Enjoy your witch my herald…”

Then just like that I'm back with Melli, her face face cute and demanding, begging me to plum her depths for a magical inquiry. Who am I to deny the world her research. I'm just a man.

I'm just one man...

"Hold it right there." I say pulling back to throw my robe on.

"Hey this is important!" She says, her fingers already in her twat.

I look down, still quite hard despite a demigod blueballing me on whether my god is on life support or not.

"I can appreciate the urgency of the moment." I tell her, "but I think you're going to like this."

Before she can protest, I run down stairs into to tavern, oh and surprise surprise Elizabeth is already drunk skunk tipsy, and pawing at a random adventurer's crotch. "Elizabeth come with me." I say pulling her away from the man.

"Heeeeeey!" She whines, body obeying me even if her belligerence wants to deny me. "I just about landed me a fish!" She drunkly giggles. While we were waiting for Melli to heal up I went ahead and crafted her and myself a healing potion. We were each restored back to full health from our fight with Mox. I have to imagine Cyrus was spending his night picking at a green sunburn.

"Yes, your skills were to be admired, but I just had a threeway dropped on my lap."

"Wut?" She burps.

I press her against a wall, and take out a vial of lust potion. "Don't worry about it." I say kindly. "Just let your body do the thinking."

She grimaces at the potion. "Not more of that stuff."

"Come on." I prod. "Take your medicine."

She reluctantly opens her mouth, and lets me bath it in the thick pink syrup. Immediately a blush rises over her body, and she begins to squirm in my grip. "Damn you." She whispers.

I spin her around, slap her on the ass and open the door. Melli is busily fingering herself on the other side.

"Oh." Elizabeth shakes her head and looks down at the mage. "Girl..." Disappointment was clear in her voice. Another adventurer fallen to my charm? How sad.

"Woah." Melli slams her legs tight, a sin I'll correct one day. "What's she doing here?" She asks, me with big bold eyes.

"We're going to fuck you." I say calmly, busying myself with undressing Elizabeth. I slip her robe of, and sink my fingers into her melons from behind. Truly divine constructs.

Mellis starts in surprise, but then a strange look takes her over. Tan'Hagorath no doubt setting her nerves afire with thoughts of the three of us coiled around eachother. "Really?" Dare I say that was interest flooding her voice?

I led Elizabeth forward like a drunk cow and placed her face between Melli's legs. She sputtered quite displeased with the situation, but I give her and order and she goes to work like a good little ****. Melli is blind to this, her eyes wide, and curious as she sees another woman working at her mons. She's massaging her small breasts, and looking quite pleased with the state of affairs.

I position myself behind Elizabeth, and spit on her cunt to get nice and wet for me. I slide in, my thrust forcing Elizabeth's face flush against Melli's cunt.

Melli moans. The pleasure of a woman experiencing her first threesome. What a holy sight.

Praise Bellowyn for allowing me to be the one to show such miracles to the heathens.

"That's so hot." She breaths, as he hand trembles forward and begins to pet Elizabeth's head. The monster slayer doesn't like that and Melli quickly snaps her hand away once the blonde starts growling. "Oh my goodness, this is the best!" She moans, letting her head droop back. She closers her eyes and savors the feeling of Elizabeth's inexperienced tongue, and the metronome of my thrusts. Melli +3 (28 Corruption)

Soon she's squealing again. Cumming again, her blessing from Tan'Hagorath flooding her once more with mana. "Oh ooooooh wow! It's happening! It's happening again I can feel it!" She looks at her finger tips like they're buzzing, sparkling with energy almost. She looks down at Elizabeth her face completely love drunk. "I want to do that!" She says without remorse.

I slap Elizabeth on the ass and send her onto the bed.

The two women trade positions. Mellis drops on her knees and I pull myself into her before Elizabeth is ready.

The drunk blonde drops onto the bed and spreads her legs, giving me a dirty look, as per usual.

Melli's breath catches in her throat when she notices the brand on Elizabeth's crotch. The Sign of Bellowyn.

Shit.

I thrust forward, sending her face into Elizabeth's cunt, and fuck her hard.

Forget about that forget about that. I pray, she must, lost in the haze of sex and **** because Elizabeth is soon moaning, and can I can feel the mage's cunt pulsing around my cock.

"Play with your tits." I say to Elizabeth.

She rolls her eyes and starts kneading her massive melons. Of all the gifts I've taken that one has to be the most useless and the most fun. Look at this proud and dangerous warrior sinking her hands into the dumb cow-like utters the gods blessed her with.

"How is she?" I ask. Just the question sends a pulse of sexual excitement through Melli. Two people talking about her while they fuck, what a strange new and wonderful dream.

"I've never had a girl down there before." Elizabeth husks. "Worse than you, but she'll do."

She'll do.

We all get lost in it after that.

I cum, she cums, we all cum.

We're lost in a swirling dance of limbs, mouths, and fluids. The three of us eventually pass out, limbs entwined like a puzzle, sleeping in the peace of the heretics.