Not exactly no…

For a brief moment, Seleste experienced what it was like to leave her body behind, only sensing a flash of light before returning to a physical state.
First, Seleste felt solid ground her recently recreated feet, and then she felt all that built-up sexual tension manifest itself in a powerful orgasm which knocked her off her feet.
Collapsing on her knees on the ground, Seleste groaned hard as her body shivered from the intensity and suddenness of her climax, her girl-cum practically squirting out of her cunt.

Reopening her eyes once her unusually short-lasted climax had died down, Seleste felt her blushes come back as she realized that the others were standing around her, looking down at her in her wrecked state.
“Yeah, that can happen.” Thamara said in referral to Seleste’s orgasm, the huge-titted blonde sporting a few beads of perspiration on the curls of pubic hair that surrounded her puffy-looking mound.
Deciding to ignore Thamara’s comment, which had obviously been directed at her and which hadn’t exactly been a very positive one, Seleste put her hands against the wooden floor and hoisted herself onto her feet, coming up just inches away from Hood.
“Eh…” Hood actually sounded as if he was lost for words as he and Seleste were now face to face with an only a few inches between them.
Seleste for her part didn’t say anything, but dipped her head to glance downwards and find out that the warm thing which she had felt pressing against her stomach was in fact the tip of Hood’s impressive and very erect cock. Just then, a drop of pre-cum oozed out of his pisshole to smear against her flat stomach.

“Guys,” Cynn cut in, “we have a problem.”
“I know.” Hood replied, still looking straight at Seleste.
“Good,” now Thamara got involved in the conversation, “any plan on what to do about it?”
“What’s the problem?” Seleste asked, finally tearing her eyes away from Hood to see where they had ended up. About the first thing that she noticed was that their belongings where nowhere to be found.
“Where’s our stuff?” She asked the others. The thought of running around naked in a strange town with three complete strangers wasn’t one that appealed to her.
“Probably where we’re supposed to be,” Hood sounded a bit depressed, “which isn’t here.”
“What?” Seleste still felt confused after the teleportation and her climax, “we’re not in Tharros?”
“We’re in Tharros alright,” Thamara, who had both moved over to a window and cut back somewhat on her bitchy attitude, said, “just not exactly where we were going.”
“I’m devastated. Something must have gone wrong.” Cynn apologized, and looked as if she meant it.
“Don’t be.” Hood didn’t say it to console Cynn, it sounded more as if he gave her an order, “Help us figure out a way of getting to where we’re supposed to be instead.”

In another part of Tharros, Damon Yorck had just downed his seventh mug of beer for the night, and had stumbled out of his local tavern to relieve his filled bladder.
Burping loudly as he whipped out his cock, urine spraying out of it even as it swept through the air to end aimed straight ahead of him, Damon used his free hand to scratch his arse.
Two seconds after starting to run his nails over his hairy behind, Damon was knocked to the ground by four sets of clothes, boots, weapons and gear hitting him on the head.