And away we go...

Aliara reached out with one hand, and Lotho took it. He helped hoist her to her feet. She found herself wobbling a bit, but she could already feel her energy returning. This tonic is marvelous stuff! After cumming that hard I'd usually be out of action for the rest of the night! She caressed Lotho's arm, admiring his well-defined abdominals and broad, flat chest, but he gently let her go and stepped past her. Rhuyem was reaching up with both arms, his hands outstretched and a loving look on his face. "We'd better let those two have some alone time," Talia murmured, taking Aliara's hand. "They've got a special thing." She tugged at the half-elf's wrist and gave her a wicked grin. "Besides, I think you've got a killer body, and I wanna see you put it to work!"

Aliara blushed, then wondered why she had. "A killer body" was not even in the top ten most romantic compliments she'd gotten from prospective partners over the course of her life, yet she found herself strangely flattered. Perhaps it was just the tonic. Or perhaps it was Talia's disarming manner-- she was far more confident than anyone three feet tall had a right to be. She had clearly learned ages ago that the world wasn't going to cut her any breaks, and if she wanted something, she had to go out and grab it.

She led Aliara and Kurk across the cave to where the stonewyrm slumbered. Aliara looked at it apprehensively as Talia plopped her bottom down on a frozen coil. "Oh, calm down," the gnome said, as if reading her mind. "It'll be out for a while yet. Trust me, when that stuff starts to wear off, you'll know." She reached up and made grabby motions with her hands. "Now get those titties down here! Talia's thirsty!"

Aliara sat down gingerly next to the gnome. Kurk simply sat cross-legged on the ground; his head was nearly level with Aliara's, and well above Talia's. The gnome clambered over Aliara's thigh and sat down, straddling it. Aliara could feel Talia's wet pussy pressing into her thigh. Pinpricks of pubic hair tickled her smooth skin. Talia inched forward, dragging her quim across Aliara's leg, and reached up with both hands to cradle the half-elf's breast. Her fingers, small but surprisingly strong, pinched and kneaded, squeezed and pulled. Aliara leaned forward and cradled the gnome's head. She smiled when she felt Talia's lips close around her nipple.

The gnome's tongue slowly circled her areola. For all that she had been wild and wanton earlier, now she was a patient and careful partner. One hand stroked Aliara's flank, the other caressed her belly. The half-elf sighed contentedly. Rhuyem had driven her into frenzied ecstasy, but Talia seemed content to wander with her through a winding garden of pleasure.

The gnome began to suck a little more fervently. Aliara felt a familiar sensation stirring inside her chest. Memories came back: nursing her spiderlings in those hazy, lazy days after she'd come down off the wall. The Matron feeding them with ambrosia, and her and Teysa feeding each other when they were horny or bored...

Talia's eyes flew open and she yanked her head back as though she'd been stung. Ambrosia clung to her lips. "Holy shit!" she yelled. "What the fuck did I just taste?" She looked over at Kurk. "Kurk, this girl's titties taste incredible! You have to try this!"

Kurk looked up to Aliara for permission, and when she nodded, he leaned forward. His beard tickled her breast and she giggled. His lips were thicker than Talia's and rougher, more chapped. His tongue was broad and flat. Aliara cupped his head with her other hand. She looked from Talia to Kurk and back again. They were suckling from her like babes.

She could feel the ambrosia flowing steadily now, and bit back a gasp. It felt like an invisible line of power coursing beneath the skin of her breast. Talia's mouth popped off her nipple for a moment and looked up. Her eyes were full of wonder. "What is this stuff?" she asked. "You never said you were an alchemist! How'd you do it? Psychic surgery? A compound injected directly into the glands?"

Aliara shrugged. "It's a long story," she said. "It's called ambrosia. I didn't even think I was still making it, to tell you the truth. I guess it's a permanent change."

"Well, it's delicious!" Talia plunged her head forward again and latched on, sucking greedily. Aliara shuddered and buried her fingers in the gnome's hair. Her recent orgasm had left her nipples incredibly sensitive, and the feeling of two sets of lips closed around them was almost more than she could bear. Her pussy ached, demanding attention.

"I need..." she murmured, trying to gather her words. Her heart was thundering, her nipples throbbing, and her clit felt like a hot coal. Her eyelids fluttered. "I need... please, fuck me, I can't take any more of this!" Their patient ministrations had left her seething like a kettle on the boil.

Both faces popped off her breasts, both pairs of eyes looked up at her. Talia's were mischievous, but Kurk's held nothing but compassion. "You heard the lady," the gnome said, her eyes never leaving Aliara's. "Show her what you're working with, Kurk."

Kurk stood up and took a step back. Talia climbed up onto Aliara's lap. The heat of the gnome's body pressed up against her hips made Aliara squirm uncomfortably. The heat in her quim was still there. She was shocked Talia wasn't bursting into flame. Kurk spread his legs and bowed slightly towards Aliara. It was the first look she'd gotten at his cock, and it made her breath catch in her throat.

He was a big man, and she'd expected him to be well-equipped, but the reality took her breath away. What looked like a foot of solid meat hung down between his thighs. And it was only half-hard! His bush was as over-the-top as the rest of him, a thicket of coarse black hair dense enough to hide a rhino, and his cock jutted from it like a sentinel oak arising out of the forest canopy. A truly massive pair of balls hung down pendulously below it, each the size of a ripe peach. His cock rose to attention before her eyes until it was pointing directly at her. The bulbous head seemed to be staring her in the face. She estimated that it was as thick around as her wrist, and it actually widened over its length. It wouldn't be the largest thing she'd ever taken, but it would certainly be the largest attached to a humanoid male. He must have some giant's blood in him. That thing's a veritable battering ram!

Talia was staring at it, too-- hell, she was practically drooling! The gnome spread her legs, splaying her ankles across Aliara's thighs, and began to stroke herself with the knuckles of her right hand. Aliara could feel Talia's legs quivering against her. She reached up and grabbed the gnome under her armpits. Talia squealed as she was lifted bodily off Aliara's lap and gently set aside.

Aliara ignored her protests. She leaned back into the stony body of the wyrm and spread her legs. She could feel the honey dripping from her cleft and down her thighs. "Hurry," she urged, beckoning to Kurk. "Don't keep me waiting!"

He needed no further urging. He leaned forward, planting his hands on the wyrm's coils to either side of her. He was up on his knees, his jutting cock roughly level with her hips, his beard dangling down in front of her face. There was a smell to him-- not bad, but musky, slightly sweaty. It reminded her slightly of the way Teysa sometimes smelled after a hard afternoon's sparring, the smell of a body that had exerted itself to its limits. Aliara inhaled deeply and smiled. Their energetic coupling had already fogged the room with the lurid, swampy fug of sex, and she hadn't realized how much she'd missed it until just now. A faint worm of guilt wormed in her core, but in her current state it was easy to push it down.

Kurk leaned in to kiss her neck and she tilted her head up to let him. His beard scratched against her chest, making her giggle. She reached down between her legs to find his cock. It felt enormous in her hands, a massive, swollen root that twitched like a snake. She could barely wrap her fingers around the head. Kurk pressed his hips forward and she guided his cock towards her. His bulbous head nestled between her lips and an electric tingle ran up her spine. Even without any pressure at all, she could feel it pushing her open, as though it had a will of its own and a desire to burrow into her warm tightness. He stopped kissing her and raised his lips to her ear. "Ready?" he whispered.

Aliara could only nod.

She had expected him to simply thrust his way forward and braced herself accordingly, but he entered her as tenderly and gently as any previous partner. He moved steadily, inexorably, like an avalanche rolling down the side of the mountain. His cock seemed endless. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him forcing her open wider, wider, pressing against her walls almost to the point of pain. Hearing her stifled gasp, he stopped abruptly. They sat there frozen for a moment. Aliara could feel his heartbeat thudding in her ears, his cock throbbing in time to his pulse.

"Don't stop!" she hissed. "I can take it! Don't you dare stop!"

Kurk said nothing, but continued pushing. Aliara bit her lip to keep from moaning. The feeling was exquisite: her body was being taxed to its limits, stretched taut around his girth. He had reached the widest part of his cock and it rubbed against her clit as it passed into her, drawing a thin whine like a boiling tea kettle from between her lips. She could feel her body fighting, squeezing, desperately trying to return to its customary shape. It was a losing battle. The prong buried in her guts had molded her, shaped her around itself, **** her tight pink pussy to yield before its oaken strength. She felt his fat head inside her churning, pushing deeper, all the way to the deeply buried vault of her womb.

There it stopped. Though surely he had the strength to go further, and several inches of his shaft still remained outside of her, Kurk stopped pressing. The two of them were locked together, their bodies overlapping, their heartbeats syncopating. Aliara reached up with one hand to cup his cheek and smiled.

Kurk began to withdraw, and the feeling of his cock rubbing against her walls was no less intense on the way out than it had been on the way in. Aliara no longer made any attempt to hide her moans; they spilled out of her, fervent and wild, echoing off the cavern walls and mixing with Rhuyem's yelps from across the cave. She didn't care who heard her. Those moans were her way of announcing to the universe that she was alive, despite everything. Kurk moved slowly, his pace seemingly optimized to wrench every last drop of pleasure out of her. Her pussy spasmed around his shaft as he pulled out. It fought to return to its former tightness, the intruder having been expelled, but no sooner had his head reached her entrance than he began to thrust back in again. Slowly, ever-slowly; Aliara tensed. She wanted that blissfully full feeling now! Foreplay had been fine enough, but every nerve ending in her lower body was on fire now, and she couldn't stand to be teased for one more second. "You can go a little harder," she purred into Kurk's ear, stroking three fingers through his hair. "I'm not made of glass."

"I just don't want to hurt you," Kurk rumbled. "Your size-- you're not--"

Aliara reached out and grabbed his nose-- not hard, but hard enough that he squealed in surprise. She tugged his face around until they were looking into each other's eyes. "You fucked the gnome harder than this," she said. "Trust me. I'm resilient. Now let me have it, big guy!" She released him and smiled warmly, so that he knew she wasn't really mad. He stared at her in amazement, then his brow beetled and he nodded.

Aliara grinned as his pace picked up. He slid deeper into her, bottoming out again, then pulled back. She arched her back as he thrust and pushed her hips towards him, unwilling to let him go until she had wrung every last drop of satisfaction out of him. He thrust again, and this time the **** of his hips shoved her back in her seat. Her butt scraped across the stone and elicited a little hiss of surprised pain. She grinned toothily. This was what she had been waiting for.

She grabbed his shoulders in both hands and braced herself. Each time he thrust, she rose slightly to meet it, grinding her body against his. She contorted herself into different angles, trying to allow the deepest penetration possible, always seeking to fill herself to capacity. She could feel her lips straining and stretching around him, struggling to accommodate his massive prick. Looking down, she could see a bulge rising from her mound, the tell-tale sign of his fist-sized cockhead. For her part, she bore down, squeezing around him with her vaginal muscles. She had carefully cultivated this kind of control, and she could milk most men dry without moving. Kurk, though, was far too large and brutish for such delicacies. It was all she could do to hang onto him. She felt like a storm-tossed sailor, buffeted by wind and gale.

Kurk's blood seemed to be rising, and the tenderness he'd shown her earlier was melting away. He grabbed her under the arms the same way she'd grabbed Talia earlier and lifted her as though she were weightless. She let out a breathless giggle of excitement as he scooped her up and in the same motion stood up straight. His massive paws encircled her upper body entirely; she felt like the maiden in a child's story, kidnapped by a hungry giant. She reached forward and circled her arms around his neck, her fingers interlacing behind his head. Her legs dangled on either side of his body. His cock still filled her and he began to jerk her up and down like a ragdoll. When he pushed down, she felt his enormous cock pressing against her womb; when he lifted her up, she felt herself soaring, the pressure of his cockhead against her inner walls lifting her to new heights. She held on tight, fearing that if she let go, he might actually impale her. She envisioned his prong jutting out of her mouth.

Still, there was no fear. His movements were fierce, but controlled. He bared his teeth at her in a feral grin. Her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust and her hair flew out behind her. She looked down and saw Talia, sprawled on her back, fingering herself with manic intensity. One of the gnome's hands cupped her breast and she worked her nipple back and forth between thumb and forefinger. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Lucky! I love it when he does that!"

Talia laughed. She closed her eyes and let herself soar. She was flying, flying through an endless star-flecked sky. Her mount was warm and vibrant between her legs. The pain, the fear, the misery and regret of the last few weeks melted away. The tight knot that had been forming in her back dissipated. She let herself go entirely, let the pleasure bubble up around her, let it take her by the hand and lead her to wherever it wanted her to go.

She couldn't see the smile on her face, but it was the same smile she'd had the first time she and Teysa had made love: the smile of someone who has gotten just what she had been craving for ages.

The orgasm stole up on her without warning. The stars all around her bent and blurred, and all at once she was not flying but falling, falling through an endless pink cloud. It was as warm as a tropical rainforest and the wetness in the air beaded against her skin. Her eyes shot wide open and her teeth clenched. The pleasure overtook her, rolling in waves from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Her toes curled and her hands fluttered madly. Her tight channel squeezed and spasmed around Kurk's cock and drenched it in a wave of her nectar. The sweet honey dripped from her stuffed and stretched pussy and spattered against Kurk's belly.

As if set off by her climax, Kurk groaned and pulled, hilting himself as deeply as he dared. The head of his prick nestled against her cervix, and it was there that he began to cum. His cock, ramrod-straight, gave one warning twitch before erupting. Aliara felt his hot seed flood her insides; it was warmer than she'd expected, like a jet of molten gold, clinging to her inner walls and filling her up. Her passage was so tightly stretched that it seemed like there was no room for more, and despite the tight seal her overstretched lips made around the base of his shaft, gouts of his cum backwashed out of her. He pulled back slightly, if only to make room, and his issue filled the space he'd left behind. Slowly, ever so slowly, he let his cock ease out of her. It spurted the whole while, a seemingly endless fountain of spunk, filling her with thick, sticky gloop. She wiggled her hips and felt it slosh to and fro inside her.

It took a long time for Kurk to work himself all the way out, and when he did, the feeling of his round cock-tip brushing past her clit set off an aftershock that raced up her spine and jerked her like a marionette. When he pulled out, his cock was accompanied by a veritable waterfall of cum; no longer plugged up, her pussy became the mouth of a mighty river that splashed down onto the cave floor between them. Aliara lay back in Kurk's hands, utterly spent; she did not even have the energy to lift her own head. He set her down gently on the cave floor, where she sprawled like a rag doll. Her eyelids fluttered and she occasionally twitched, but that was the extent of the movement she felt capable of. Her legs were sprawled apart, and she could feel an expanding lake of semen pooling beneath her butt. It glugged out of her wrecked pussy; despite her body's **** attempts to knit itself back together, her lower lips still gaped open, revealing the delicate pinkness inside and the thick ropes of off-white cum that still filled her. Her chest rose and fell with exertion. Dimly, she became aware of another sensation: the gnome, Talia, had crawled over next to her and nestled her face in between Aliara's breasts. She wrapped one arm around her small companion and held her close.

Her mind was pleasantly empty. She was aware, in a distant, impersonal way, that sooner or later she'd have to stand up and face the world again. There were decisions to make, problems to solve, and dangers to be wary of. That could all wait, though. That was a job for Future Aliara. Present Aliara, well-fucked and well-satisfied, drifted off to sleep.