Mmm, sounds good!

Aliara hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want to. Indeed, she'd been eyeing Rhuyem all evening, and she'd seen Lotho stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking. She had to admit to some curiosity. But there was Teysa to consider.

The two of them hadn't been intimate since the battle, and while Aliara could take care of her own needs when she had to, she missed the closeness of human contact. But that was the problem, wasn't it? Teysa wasn't exactly human, not anymore. The thought of lying with her reminded Aliara too much of her violation at the hands of the Matron, the months of hanging on the wall and the agony of birth. She hadn't told Teysa any of that, but the paladin knew, she was sure. Perhaps she felt similarly.

Can I do it? Can I cheat? Aliara thought of herself as a faithful person, but there were limits. Teysa was not the woman she had been. She was missing something, something Aliara needed. If things were to work out between them, somehow, Aliara would need to find another outlet for those frustrations. Yes, that was it. This was merely supplementing her relationship. She was sating those urges Teysa couldn't fill, and she'd return refreshed.

Don't lie to yourself, a tiny voice inside her said, but she pushed it down. "Yes!" she said, her eagerness a little glassy and fragile to her own ears. "Let's have some!"

Talia shrugged and tossed her one of the vials. She grabbed out out of the air and broke the wax stopped with her thumbnail. Tilting the vial up, she let its contents slide down her throat in one swallow. It fizzed on her tongue. She tried to identify the flavor, but the tonic went down the hatch too quickly. She caught a hint of something sweet, some summer fruit, and a minty aftertaste, and then it was gone. But it wasn't, not really: it spread out from her stomach, racing through her veins and crackling along her nerves. It filled her with nervous energy. She leapt up from her seat and looked down at herself in wonder. She was unsurprised to see violet sparks sizzling and popping along her arms. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and then the rest of her body hair followed suit. "Wow!" she said, half to herself, but Talia looked up at her and smirked.

"It kicks, don't it?" she asked. She passed out the rest of the vials to her companions. Rhuyem poured his into his tea and sipped at it, while Kurk gulped his in one swallow and belched happily. Talia herself held her vial two-handed and guzzled it down, allowing some tonic to drip down her chin. She wiped her mouth with the back of one hand and grinned happily.

"So, how long does it take to... OH!" Aliara teetered for a moment, waving her arms at her sides for balance. She suddenly felt hot. _Very _hot. Humid, too, as though she were exploring the depths of the Hunayn Jungle. She wiped the perspiration off her forehead and leaned against a nearby stone pillar for balance. All at once her clothes felt suffocating, as though she were wrapped in burlap. She tugged at her collar to loosen it.

"You're feeling it, eh?" Talia asked with a giggle. "Newbie. I'm a little jealous, actually. I remember my firs-- OHHH!" The gnome toppled backwards off her seat with a yelp and landed in a heap on the cave floor. Aliara giggled uncontrollably. Everything was so funny! And the way the gnome had fallen, the pouty expression on her face as she picked herself up... Aliara wanted to rush over, to help her up, to shower her with kisses and maybe...

"Aliara? Are you all right?" She looked up into the face of Rhuyem. He was so close to her, no more than eight inches away. Why had she thought his voice was reedy? It was perfect, high-pitched but musical, as though he had a flute for a mouth. And his lips! So full, so ripe, so sensual! She just wanted to kiss them.

So she did. It was the easiest thing in the world. Rhuyem gasped at the touch of her lips but kissed her back, tentatively at first, then with a fervent hunger that took Aliara completely by surprise. She was too far gone to question where this urgency came from-- indeed, she felt it herself, bubbling in her blood and rising up her spine. Her nipples, rock-hard, dug into the cotton of her tunic. She stroked Rhuyem's flank, finding it cool and smooth beneath her fingertips, then pulled him into a close, savage embrace. Her hand slipped into his robes, questing downward until she found his root. It was swollen and pulsed in her hand, filling her palm with hot sticky precum. She slathered the stuff up and down his shaft and began to stroke.

She was dimly aware of the rest of the companions watching her. She did not care a whit. Let them look! In fact, she held out a faint hope that one or more of them might be so overcome at the sight that they joined her. She'd welcome the company. In the past, she'd had her share of romps with two or more partners, and she'd been gently encouraging Teysa to try it out-- the staid paladin, though, had always turned such a bright crimson that Aliara felt guilty for bringing it up.

The thought of Teysa briefly cooled her ardor, but only briefly. In her current state, it was all too easy to shrug off the guilt. Perhaps tomorrow she'd feel bad, but tonight she was alive and she wanted to prove it to someone. To several someones, if at all possible.

She broke off the kiss to look over at the other three. To her slight disappointment, they'd gotten started without her. All three of them had disrobed, and their clothes lay in a mixed pile on the floor. Lotho stood tall with his feet shoulder-width apart. Aliara found a moment to admire the muscles that corded his calves and thighs, the smooth curve of his ass and the way the sweat on his back glistened in the firelight. A light dusting of black hair thatched his upper arms and back-- just enough to give him a little bit of allure. He held his arms in front of him, elbows bent at a ninety degree angle and hands facing upwards, supporting Talia's bottom. She was straddling his face, her knees resting on his shoulders, her bottom sitting cleanly in his interlaced fingers. Shorn of her thick leather armor, she was voluptuous indeed-- she may have only come up to Aliara's navel, but there was nothing childish about her figure, with beautiful teardrop-shaped tits and a positively majestic ass. Lotho's fingers sank into the soft pink flesh of Talia's butt, a perfectly smooth hemisphere like a ripe Akkian peach. His face was invisible, planted as it was between the gnome's chubby thighs, but Aliara could guess what he was up to easily enough. Talia's own expression was a powerful hint: her eyes were screwed shut in concentration, her mouth twisted into a lustful grin, and she had grabbed two fistfuls of his hair like the reins of a bolting steed. "Oh, YES!" she moaned, loudly enough that it echoed off the walls of the cave. "Get in there! Oh, baby, that's what Talia needs!"

Nor was Lotho himself being neglected. Kurk knelt at his feet, one massive mitt wrapped around his companion's cock. Kurk's fingers were as thick and round as sausages, and the merest hint of Lotho's flesh was visible between the big man's knuckles. He rubbed back and forth steadily, sensuously, with seemingly infinite patience. As he did, he sucked on the fingers of his other hand. Removing it from his mouth, he lifted one finger to Lotho's butt cheeks and gently nudged them apart. Aliara found herself holding her breath. Even from across the cave, Kurk's fingers looked pretty big-- bigger than some cocks she'd seen (and enjoyed) over the course of her life. Lotho looked like a fairly tough guy, though, and he could probably handle it.

Indeed, he gave no visible reaction when Kurk slowly, without breaking his stroke, slid that first fat finger into his companion's ass to the second knuckle. Aliara watched with her mouth slightly open, unaware that her breathing had picked up speed. Kurk's hands moved in unison, his fist sliding along Lotho's shaft towards the head as his finger slid deeper into the other man, then retreating towards the balls while he pulled farther out. Forward, and back. Forward, and back. Lotho staggered slightly but kept his feet. Aliara admired his concentration-- she wasn't sure she could even walk in her current state.

Rhuyem's touch brought her back to reality. He had unbuttoned her vest and slipped his hands inside her shirt, cupping her breasts through her tunic. Her nipples responded to his touch, sending little jolts of pleasure back up to her brain. She wanted nothing more than to feel his skin against her skin. He'd already shed his robes, leaving him wearing only tiny smallclothes, and she hurried to follow suit. Off her her vest, and she wriggled out of her shirt in what felt like record time. Her tunic nearly tore as she pulled it off over her head, and that left only her smallclothes. These were already soaking wet, and it was a pleasure to step out of them. She twirled them merrily on her finger, and Rhuyem laughed and snatched them away from her. He made sure she was looking, then held them up to his nose and took an exaggerated whiff. She burst out laughing as he stumbled around fanning himself like a society lady in a satire. He was so damn funny!

Their clothes were quickly kicked aside. There was business to get down to. His cock stood to attention and she knelt in front of it. The cave floor was cold and hard and slightly damp, but she didn't mind. Her body was sizzling with warmth anyways. She was surprised the sweat didn't boil off her forehead.

Rhuyem's member was on the smaller side but well-made, as smooth and hairless as the rest of him. She kissed his head and was rewarded by a thin trickle of precum; her tongue lapped it up and swirled it around her mouth. It tasted sweet, with a hint of camphor or eucalyptus. She swallowed and felt it tingle all the way down.

She kissed her way along his shaft, nibbling ever so slightly as she went. From Rhuyem's gasp, he didn't mind it one bit. She reached his balls and gave them a slow, sensuous lick: first one, and then the other, from the bottom of his sack to the base of his prick. They were lovely balls, as fine a pair as she'd ever seen, and she opened her mouth wide to take one inside. It sat on her tongue like a poached egg and she lavished it with attention, applying just the faintest touch of suction and swishing her tongue around its circumference. She let it pop free of her lips, glistening and shiny, and turned her focus to his other testicle. This one, too, received a tongue-bath, and when she pulled her head back, a brittle rope of saliva connected her lip to the wet, gleaming skin of Rhuyem's balls. She sat there silently, hardly daring to breath, until it broke on its own, then moved her attention back to the head of his prick.

This time, her kiss lingered. Her tongue flicked playfully at his slit. She folded her lips around his head, held it tight, sucked greedily like a drunkard reaching the bottom of a wine bottle. Another splash of precum hit her tongue and slid down her throat. She pushed her head forward, maintaining the suction the whole time, allowing two inches of meat to pass between her lips. Turning her head from side to side, she let his bulbous head pouch out first one cheek, then the other. She lashed it with her tongue like a naughty pupil. Bad elf! You hold still and let me punish you!

She kept going, wondering how much of his cock she could take before triggering her gag reflex. Another two inches slid into her mouth. She had almost reached his base, and the head of his cock was barely brushing her throat. She'd be able to take this one entirely, she decided. Why not? She concentrated and focused on calming the muscles of her throat before going for the final push.

With her eyes closed, she didn't realize at first she was moving. Realization came with a sudden strange feeling of vertigo. All at once, her knees were no longer pressed against cold stone. She opened her eyes in shock. There was Rhuyem, standing right in front of her as he had before, and there were his legs, but they looked... wrong, somehow. His balls had been dangling down where she left them, but now they were looking her in the face. Her hair, too, was standing on end. She looked up and nearly screamed.

The ceiling was just a couple of feet away! In fact, she realized, it was the floor. Somehow, she was looking up at the floor. She was floating in midair, somehow rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, but she felt no fear. Rhuyem chanted from somewhere below (above?) her, and she could feel the tingle of his magic suffusing her limbs.

Warm hands closed around her thighs and gave them a squeeze. A pair of lips pressed themselves into her pubic mound to deliver a kiss, and she let out a delighted (but muffled) squeak. Those lips descended on her quim, and Aliara realized that everything up to this point had been a warmup. The merest tap of his tongue against her clit set off fireworks in her brain. She would have cried out, but muffled by Rhuyem's cock, her ecstasy took the form of a series of fervid grunts. Her legs kicked at the air like a swimmer, her hands curled into involuntary fists. She redoubled her own oral efforts, refusing to let herself be upstaged. Her head sawed forward and back, taking his cock as deep as it would go before letting it nearly fall out of her mouth entirely. Reaching forward, she began to massage his balls, mixing gentle rubs with the faintest squeezes she could. She'd practiced this technique plenty, and soon the mouth lapping at her honeypot had to occasionally pause to moan. He responded by gently blowing on her clit while his fingertips stroked her folds. His tongue darted forth only occasionally, to plunge between her lips and lap at her velvety inner walls.

Teysa was an enthusiastic partner and a quick study, but Rhuyem's oral skills had evidently been honed over a long elven lifetime. He seemed to have three tongues and twelve fingers, and all of them went to work on her at once. Sometimes he rubbed so quickly his fingers seemed to be vibrating. Other times, the pressure he applied was slow and steady, almost kneading her flesh. His littlest finger found the rosebud of her anus and flicked it a couple of times to tease it before gingerly exploring inside. He inserted only one knuckle, but that was enough. That tiny addition threatened to send her over the edge.

She responded by redoubling her efforts. She slid two fingers into her mouth alongside his cock, curling them around its girth as she sucked and stroking slightly. Once they were good and wet she pulled them out and reached between the elf's thighs. Kurk's ministrations to Lotho had given her an idea.

Rhuyem's ass opened up easily before her probing fingers, and he paused only briefly as they slid inside him. She pumped them in and out a little bit, just once, then began to rotate them this way and that as she sucked. Her head bobbed back and forth, picking up speed, and her fingers moved faster as well.

His steady, mounting pressure dissolved as his concentration broke, but that was all right by Aliara-- she didn't want to finish too fast. She tried to focus on keeping her lips together, but a thought struck her-- what would happen if he came now? She didn't think she could swallow upward. She had to make a decision soon-- before her eyes, his balls were twitching and tightening, and she could see his legs jerk slightly.

She pulled her head back, popping his cock out of her mouth, and reached up with one hand to stroke it. She aimed it towards herself while she tugged. Her other hand gently kneaded his testicles. She was rewarded less than a minute later-- his member twitched in her hand like a living thing, then erupted.

His seed was thin and fluid, less slimy than watery. The first shot splashed into the hollow of her neck. She angled his cock downward (upward?) and the next batch basted her tits. She used one hand to rub the stuff into her skin while the other aimed his prick. His cum smelled divine, like rosewater, and sat on her skin like the finest lotion. She angled his cock this way and that, achieving the most complete coverage she could. Where she rubbed it into herself, her skin felt soft and supple. The last couple of spurts landed between her breasts and dripped down her neck, and she relaxed her grip.

Perhaps she had let her guard down too soon. Rhuyem's balls tensed, his cock bucked like a wild horse, and a massive geyser of cum hit Aliara directly in the face. It splashed off her upper lip, half of it landing in her mouth, the other half plastering itself across her cheeks and nose. She coughed and sputtered in surprise, succeeding only in covering her chin as well. She sat in shocked silence for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You got me!" she called. "You really-- OH!"

Her climax had been patiently waiting, and now it arrived all at once. One moment she was chuckling and licking cum off her lips, the next her limbs tensed as though struck by lightning. She shuddered from head to toe. The sensations emanating from her needy, dripping cunt were too much to bear; she felt like a tiny dry leaf staring into the face of a roaring bonfire. She wanted to moan, to cry out, but her throat seemed paralyzed. The noise came out of her mouth as a weak mewl instead. Her fists clenched so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms. At last the paralysis broke, and the roar in her head found its exit through her mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! OH, OH, RHUYEM, OHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!" Aliara thrashed in midair, bending nearly double at the waist before snapping back to straight again. All the while Rhuyem continued his oral exploration of her pussy and his fingers kept playing with her lips and clit. He was like a harpist, she his instrument. He reached down and grasped her nipple between thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to set off a miniature bomb inside her skull. Her tongue lolled frantically out of her mouth and her eyes crossed. She could feel the heat in her cheeks and didn't care. Perhaps it was just the tonic, but Rhuyem's dexterous fingers bespoke a great deal of practice and practical experience. He finally, mercifully lifted his head, allowing her the respite of cumming in peace. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably, and she could feel her inner walls clenching and squeezing at nothing. The tide rolled over her for a minute or more before it began to abate. As the pleasure faded, she felt herself rotating and sinking back to earth. Rhuyem set her down gently in a sitting position, from which she immediately collapsed in a sodden, sticky heap. Her chest rose and fell slowly, but she made no attempt to stand up. She knew that, right now, she couldn't trust her legs.

Across the cave, the other revelers seemed to be nearing their end as well. Talia's arms flailed in a manner that looked painful for Lotho, whose hair she still held in her fists. He didn't seem to mind, though, as his head was still invisible between her thighs. Kurk, meanwhile, had moved around, and had his companion's prick in his mouth. Aliara watched with a dreamy expression on her face as Lotho bucked his hips once, twice, three times. He sagged slightly, eliciting a gasp from Talia-- which was quickly swallowed by her wails of pleasure. She was even louder than Aliara had been, and her whole body shook. Her pillowy breasts jiggled like pudding and the motion of her plump ass was positively seismic. Lotho held her up for a minute longer while she moaned and sighed, then let her down gently before collapsing himself.

For the first time since they'd taken their tonics, the cave fell silent. Aliara felt Rhuyem's arms encircle her shoulders, and she laid her head against his chest. She didn't even mind when his fingers found her breasts and began to knead them. Indeed, despite her tiredness, the sensation stirred up a tingle in her loins. She looked at him with a weary smile on her face. He nodded at her, then gestured past her shoulder with his head. She turned to see Talia standing over her, flanked by Kurk and Lotho. Both men's cocks stood at full mast, and she had a hand on each one, like a woman leading two fierce dogs by their leads.

"Ready for round two?" the gnome asked.

A broad grin split Aliara's face.