In the same place as you fell asleep.

You have no idea how long you are out, but as you blink your eyes and look around you are immediately aware, by the heat of her body, that your cock is still buried up the girls ass. You can't help but grin a bit as your cock strains to grow once again and you hear her give a quiet little moan in her sleep. You resist the urge to fuck her again, and slowly roll her off of you to your side and slowly pull back from her drawing out your cock. In an odd turn, it is almost stuck, and it actually takes a bit of tugging to get her bowels to release it's prize. She moans again and reaches back as if to stop you from pulling out, but you are committed to the course, and eventually it slips out with a little sucking noise. You are amazed to look at her asshole as it spasms, almost looking like it is gasping for breath for a few seconds before you witness a massive flood of cum and honey flows out of her in an ever widening pool. You scramble to avoid the rising tide and are largely successful, only getting your right hand covered as you push off to get away. That avoided, your attention turns to the room around you. It seems many of the people left at some point, but filling the main room of the now closed and locked up bar are around a dozen men and all but two of the working girls. The bartenders are nowhere to be seen, and the main door is closed and barred from this side. Padding across the room, the soft wood a tad cold against your bare feet, you carefully avoid stepping on anyone till you get to the bar, grab a glass, and poor yourself a beer. As you plan your next course of action you absentmindedly gulp down your beer, and lick the sticky gunk from your hand.

?Comfortable?? You hear a voice call out from the stage area and notice a figure coming down a staircase you had not noticed till now.

?Yes actually. Who might you be?? You fire back, suddenly aware of what you are doing, pulling your finger out of your mouth with a little pop.

?I am called Aralius. I think I can help you if you wish.?

?How might that be? Sense you don't seem to be eager to tell me I get the feeling you want something.?

?To the point I see. Yes of course I want something.? He steps out of the shadows, and you see one of the men you vividly remember pounding your ass last night. He isn't ugly, but you wouldn't call him handsome either. He stands just under 6' tall, average if not slightly portly build, short clean but unkempt black hair, and an equally dark goatee. His features are of a ruddy complexion, but you are sure this is from his nationality rather than being outside for very long, as it is far from a tan. As he steps closer he continues, ?I have a friend that lives in a city to the south. She is a talented sorceress that specializes in all sorts of curses and enchantments. I am sure she can do something about your condition if you want. Although after watching you fuck that girl I can't imagine why you would want to. That said all I want in return is for you to take her a message from me. I would do this myself, but sadly I have to many obligations here to go on a journey of that distance. By all accounts you can run nearly as fast as a horse, so I am sure the trip will take you but a weeks time, if you wish. For doing this I would be willing to send her, in the note, instructions to do whatever you require to cure you.?