Fergus hosts you in the Garden of Delights and grants another FAVOR. +1 XP and HAVE SEX again.

"Miss Redmoor, do you wish my indulgence in providing your paramours a venue?" the Housemaster says.

You nod. "Yes, Housemaster," you say.

Fergus turns to Morgan and Fay. "My ladies Minerval, do you consent to my presence today? While you fuck Miss Redmoor?"

Fay and Morgan blink, swallow, and nod.

"Yes, Housemaster," Fay says. She licks her full lips and presses them together nervously.

Morgan takes Fay's hand and nods again. "Yes, Housemaster." Morgan's long black hair has begun to go flyaway again.

"Excellent. Then you shall be my guests in the Garden of Delights," Fergus says. He rubs his short black beard and rises from his chair. With a complex gesture of his wand, a door appears in a blank stretch of wall. He opens it to show a sunlit flower garden beyond, where no garden could be within the walls of Leontes. He walks through the door and turns back to you. "Please join me," he says.

A sweet breeze tickles your nostrils from many flowers combined, and the scent of green growing things. There's a tinkle of falling water.

You rise to your feet, a broad smile on your face. "Come on, you two," you say, reaching out a hand.

Morgan pulls Fay from her chair and whispers something in her ear.

"All right, all right," Fay says.

The three of you follow Housemaster Fergus through the door to the Garden of Delights. He closes it behind you, leaving the world of Boarbristle behind.

The Garden of Delights is a wonderland of fragrant flowers nodding over marble-rimmed pools, of green lawns under shady trees, of colorful birds flying between the limbs, singing sweetly. Golden bees trundle lazily from one flower to the next. Fountains play here and there. There are sculptures in full size and miniature, each depicting a beautiful nude form or an erotic combination. Their subjects are not limited to the human; centaurs, mermaids, winged angels and horned demons display themselves in sexual union in twos, threes, or greater numbers. There are sheltered nooks covered with cushions, with towels and rich coverlets at easy reach. When you see a newly fluffed towel waft in to lay itself in folds beside one of the pool-side benches, your magical senses tune in on the presence of invisible caretakers. Indeed, the entire Garden sings with magic. A cool-headed afternoon studying the Garden would teach you much about conjuration and enchantment.

"It's BEAUTIFUL!" Fay gushes. "Did you...did you make it?"

Fergus laughs and strokes his close-trimmed whiskers. "No, not I alone. I am merely a warden. The Garden has been a decades-long creation, a labour of love for a group of enthusiasts. Though, to be sure, some of the wizards and witches worked their hardest because they were essaying their masterworks. The Garden is a monument to magical hubris as much as a work of devotion to pleasure. If we were here to study its composition, you could learn many a lesson about the temptations one suffers when trying to make one's mark. My own contributions have been more modest and practically inclined with the Garden's purpose of enjoyment." He nods, indicating a raised bed of flowers. "Here, the silver cups," he says. "Their nectar is a sweet, clinging, slippery oil. Just the thing to smooth the way when one would penetrate and thrust."

"Ahh," Fay says.

Fergus continues. "The pink ones, with the peppery scent? Their nectar is warming, making desire keener and increasing the flow of blood to the sensitive parts. Now, these, here, the blue ones? They increase the flow of all fluid humours, both those of lubrication and of emission. You are welcome to pick and use these freely. The fountains are all sweet water, good to drink, and the bees? No fear, they are stingless."

You stroll together through the Garden of Delights for a time and settle down with Morgan and Fay in a cushioned bower under a shady tree beside a pool, with two beds full of Fergus's flowers in easy reach. There are towels handy, as well as bolsters and pillows to assist in comfortably maintaining different positions and angles for acts of pleasure.

"My contribution, if you would," Fergus says. He incants and traces his wand in a complex pattern. Two trays appear at the edge of the bower. One is a tray of refreshments, a silver pitcher bedewed with moisture, three cups, and plates of delicacies. The other is a tray of accessories to pleasure. Three ribboned harnesses to wear about the hips, each sporting a smooth ivory horn in front; three double-headed phalluses intended for a pair to penetrate each other; three strings of round beads, one string like small grapes, one like large cherries, and one like plums, each depending from a large ring. And other items you don't recognize at all. All nestled in a bed of silver, blue, and pink blooms full of nectar.

Fergus seats himself under a tree, folding his legs, and watches.

Fay and Morgan chatter excitedly over the tray of pleasure toys, with Fay doing more of the talking, comparing what she sees with what she's gathered from her erotic studies inside and outside of House Minerval. Morgan nods and holds her head close to Fay's as Fay lifts up each toy and caresses it, moves it as one might in action, and laughs over some story she's heard. At length it occurs to them to look up to Fergus.

"Housemaster?" Fay says.

"They are yours to enjoy, if you wish," Fergus says. "They are not fairy-gold. Anything you like, you may keep. And here, in the garden, you shall call me Fergus."

Fay swallows and blushes. "Fergus," she says. "Thank you."

"The pleasure is mine for your invitation," he says. "Fay, Morgan, and Golondrina. I shall sit quietly here unless you should need me."

There's a pause. The sounds of birds, bees, fountains and breezes are the gentle background.

You break the moment. "Come on, Fay," you say, tugging at her uniform.

In another moment the three of you are naked, rolling round and kissing each other in the cushioned, shady bower, shrieking with delight as your desire transforms to action. Before long, Fay is the center of attention, you and Morgan kneading, stroking, caressing and kissing her, sucking and licking her soft, smooth, pale flesh as she croons to you, urging you on.

"Yes, yes, yes, Lolo, yes, my sweet clitty! Oh, Morgan, yes, harder, suck HARDER!" Fay cries out.

Flushed and eager after her first climax, Fay begs for you and Morgan to don the harnesses and mount her. You and Morgan smear the ivory horns from their knob-end down their shafts with the clinging, slippery oil from the silver blossoms' nectar. Morgan dons her own harness, adjusting the angle and tightness, then helps you put your own on.

You're first up. Fay crouches on her hands and knees, letting you enter her from behind her broad, soft buttocks. Her labia are pink and hairless, swollen apart from her first bout and glistening with her juices. You kneel behind her and adjust your angle, holding the knob of the artificial member to her entrance.

"Alright Fay, I think I'm ready," you say.

"Go, Lolo, go, go!" Fay urges.

You press forward, entering her sheath. You let out a sudden groan and you eyes widen with surprise. "Fay, OH!"

"Yes, so good, do it, do it!" Fay says.

"No, I mean, I feel it! I feel you inside!" you say.

The horn feels like part of you now, conducting the slick warm tightness of Fay's cunt. There's a tingle at the base, a ghost-sensation in the balls you don't have. Your crotch squeezes tight underneath the harness and ribbons.

"Good!" Fay says. "Do me!"

After a few awkward pushes from you and a few groans from you and Fay, you let her set the rhythm. You fuck fast and hard together, following the promptings of your desire magnified through the sensations of the magical ivory phallus.

"AAAHHH!" you cry out with orgasm. A spatter of moisture spills upon the cushioned surface. It was like your clit was six inches long, thrusting deep inside Fay's hot slick sheath. You withdraw and collapse upon your side, bewildered by the sensations.

"Morgan, do me, do me!" Fay cries out.

Morgan is the next to discover that her dildo does, in fact, conduct sensation. She lasts no longer than you do, collapsing in a heap upon Fay's other side.

"Oh, do me, do me again!" Fay begs.

By this time, you're ready to mount Fay again. Her cunt gapes open, swollen and bright pink with arousal. You last longer this time, letting Fay reach a climax and then another before you have a sharp, hot orgasm that impels you to withdraw.

"My arse, my arse, Morgan," Fay begs.

Fay's groans are lower, more guttural, as Morgan rocks her hips, sliding the ivory shaft up Fay's ass and back, up and back.

"Agggh, ohh, yes, Morgan, yessss," Fay says. "Sooo good. Fuck my arse, darling Morgan. I love you fucking my arse."

"I feel you, I feel you Fay, I feel your arse on me!" Morgan says.

"Cum in my arse, you nasty witch," Fay urges, "Do it, let my arse make you cum, my dirty lover."

"I love you, Fay," Morgan says. "I love fucking your arse, feeling you like this. Oh Fay!" Her voice rises up into a cry. "Oh, oh, oh, Fa-a-aaayyy!" Morgan's hips buck the ivory shaft in and out of Fay's arse, the shaft's magic conducting the hot tight feel of Fay's arse back into Morgan's cunt. Morgan's voice rises to a shriek as she climaxes, joined by Fay's higher squeal.

The three of you lie together under the soft breezes of the Garden of Delights, snuggled up, your magical toys set aside for the moment. You drowsily watch as bees and butterflies cluster near, licking up fluids from your cunt, from Morgan's and Fay's. Stingless, Fergus assured you. Sweet little things. In they come, off they go, a taste of your sweetness on their tongues. Of Morgan's sweetness. Of Fay's.

"I could go again, you know?" you say.

"You could, Lolo?" Fay says. "Fancy that."

Morgan laughs. "I could, at that." She sighs happily. "And we can keep the toys, too."

"THANK YOU, FERGUS!" all of you chorus.

Fergus laughs from his seat under the tree. "My pleasure, ladies!" he says. "I should let you know they have been tried outside the Garden, and they do still work. But they work best here."

"Can we go again?" you ask, looking at Fergus.

"By all means, make yourselves at home," Fergus says. "And thank you again, Golondrina, for this special time together."

You drink thirstily from the cool water on the refreshment tray. Fergus lends a hand by cleansing Morgan's instrument.

"What were the bees doing?" you ask Fergus. "The butterflies?"

Fergus says, "Well, though they subsist upon the flowers of the Garden, the fluids of love's delights are their own highest desire. And the bees make honey-of-love from it."

"Oh," you say. "Hmm." Honey-of-love.

Fergus withdraws to his seat under the tree.

"My turn," you say.

Fay and Morgan laugh and open their arms.

On a 7-9, when you HAVE SEX with someone and use a FAVOR, treat as a 10+; in this case choosing:

• They have a great time and an orgasm, Gain +1 XP.
• You're ready to go again. HAVE SEX again.
• Leontes Sex Move, CHARM: Fergus Firetail grants another FAVOR for watching.

You have 4 XP. Fergus is your FRIEND and owes you a FAVOR.

Roll +BRAVERY(+3) to HAVE SEX with Fay and Morgan again.