Now to get used to things

You've never worn such nice clothes in your entire life. The bar wasn't exactly that high, of course, but still. You've only seen middle- to upper-class folk wear this kind of stuff before, and yet apparently your current outfit consists entirely of spare disguise material.

A crisp dark gray shirt with long sleeves, a simple leather vest, and black trousers. Simple clothing that doesn't catch the eye, supposedly.

Auth'shyr is studying a few leads that she and Gwylan managed to gather at short notice. She's sitting with her legs folded, leaning against the wall. Her sword has joined the weapons collection for now.

According to the notes scattered on the carpeted floor near the map, the 'Big Eye' could a Light-sider, and probably one with some influence. Very few could gather up such a decently sized gang of enforcers while being almost nameless at the same time.

Gwylan's out and about the slums. Gathering some more information, eavesdropping on people who might know more about this 'Big Eye', that kind of thing.

And you? They want you to get some rest.

There's a door that pretty much blended in with the wall when you first entered, which they later revealed led to a bedroom with two bunks in sets of two. What little stuff you have is haphazardly dumped in a corner near your bunk.

The two women asked you to head off to rest considering how much information you had to process in the past few hours, but you countered by saying you probably couldn't BECAUSE you had to process so much information. Your mind won't relax for a bit.

They gave in, and now you sit on a really nice armchair they stored in one of the many organically hidden rooms this safehouse has.

The front door opens. Gwylan's back.

"You found anything, Gwylan?"

"Not a lot. Very few mentioning this 'Big Eye', and at least half of those mentions were jokes that he was 'Big I', and that his head was as big as his eye was to call himself that..."

"So nothing much useful..." Shyr sighs. "It would be prudent if we got some rest. We can continue our search for clues once we are functioning at our full capabilities."

Gwylan shrugs, and the two of you head to your shared quarters as the Templar tidies up her notes.

You reach the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

"Red, you didn't tell her you sleep naked?"

"You could have on my behalf, couldn't you?"

She smirks at you. "Yes I could... but go ahead and surprise her."

You're smiling as well as you strip everything off while climbing into your bed. Sitting down on the lower bunk, you cover your lower half with your blanket (don't have those back at the Big Roof) and Gwylan takes the bunk above yours.

Soon after, Shyr comes in to the room, and immediately within her line of sight is you sitting on your bed... bare-chested. You aren't a bodybuilder by most standards, but having a well-defined chest and six-pack abs gives you a fair chance of being considered 'attractive'.

Her reaction is absolutely worth the miniscule effort it took. She sputters, turns redder than your eyes, and lets out a squeak before leaving the room and slamming the door behind her.

Chuckling to yourself, you lay down and snuggle under the covers. You're soon sound asleep, and your dreams are of saving the world and getting the girls...

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You're roused from your sleep by something - or, rather, someone. Gwylan stands before you naked, just as she did a while ago. Her pussy is soaked with arousal, her juices reflecting what little light there is in the room.

"You up for a rematch?" She whispers sluttily in your ear.

You kick off your blanket, making sure to stay quiet. She dusts off her feet and straddles your growing erection, and your hands plant themselves on her nicely sized hips. Not too small, not unnaturally thick.

(You'll later dream of a blonde muscle man with a very geometric haircut and tinted seeing glasses rating it an 8.5 out of ten. To this day you have no clue what that means.)

Your hands work your way up her sides, then you bring them down to her ass, groping it and causing her to softly moan. She lies down on top of you, grinding on your dick and planting a kiss on your cheek.

The lubrication from her cunt grinding on your penis makes it all the more pleasurable for you, and soon she positions it at your tip. Your lips meet, but you don't duel tongues - both of you simply enjoy each others' embraces.

Penetration achieved.

She isn't nearly as tight as you remember, but that's probably due to your massive member stretching her a bit. That thought never comes to your mind as you lose yourself in your pleasure.

With your shaft buried in her, she bounces up and down on you, her insides squeezing you to orgasm. You moan into her lips, but not before wrapping your arms around her. She reciprocates, hugging each other to prepare for the storm.

You finally cum into her, your glowing seed causing her crotch area to shine in the dark as it leaks out.

"Mmm..." is all she can reply as she relaxes on you, closing her eyes and snuggling up against you. Within moments she's fast asleep. After pulling your blanket over both of you, you decide to join her in dreamland.

You still haven't pulled out, and one wet dream later you plant another spurt of cum into her uterus. Other than that, you get some of the best sleep you've had in a long, long time.

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On the bright side of the planet, Veiz'nir knocks over his premium coffee brew, which happens to be the first modern coffee cup to be brewed in this magical world.

"Ahhh fuck."

As he cleans up his coffee, he notes a strange feeling on the back of his neck - a familiar one. One he only gets after he has someone with great potential burnt on a pyre / put to the sword / thrown in prison / assassinated. The feeling of a sudden, usually anticlimactic ending to something.

He shakes it off, and continues with the next step in his truly villainous scheme - cleaning up the mess he just made of his desk.