And dream of lost loves.

"Gods that took forever..." Cilla grumbled, now sat on the bed across from me.

I had just an hour prior been interviewed thoroughly by Robert himself, having given him full details on why I had seemingly killed three Priests of Maiyo, stormed their temple, and emerged from it's freshly desecrated interior with a brand new "friend", who right now is wiggling and jiggling about over in the our new room in the local Runacathy. Due to Ariel's testimony, I had been cleared of any charges; my pacts having not broken being a clear sign of my innocence on all accounts. Now aware that the town had a master illusionist in their midst, the town had gone from high alert, to full lockdown. For now, during the lockdown, our entire party had been permitted to reside in the Runacathy, where a certain jelatinus addition to our group of oddities had just gotten her paperwork done.

"I know, right? How hard is it to just write 'Sammy' on a piece of paper." Said the Slime, who wiggled about over to her new handler, peering at the parchment in question. "Can I see... wait, I'm five hundred and five ounces of compact pseudo-liquid, not four hundred and ninety-six!"

"I'll fix it." Sighs Cilla, having been unable to get dressed for bed due too the sudden doubling of her workload, the scratching of quill on paper heard soon after. "Having two of you is going to kill me..."

She eyes me, angrily. "How wonderful of you to hire someone with no input with the rest of us, by the by."

"Didn't you say there was a vote? Blame Ashes; not me! I was just trying to defuse the situation."

"Speak of the devil, and she will appear!" Ashes announces, popping into the room, already dressed in floppy grey pajama pants, and a loose-fitting, thin white vest.

The room itself was far less cozy than the usual tavern. Compact, with no windows; only reinforced floorboards, red-gray brick walls, and a covered, equally sturdy roofing above; supported by a beam in the center of the room. Four walls, and a single steel door, which bore that same silencing etching I had seen before. The 'guest' rooms the others were given to use for the night seemed only slightly more cozy. I had supposed the design was to ensure any initiate who had regressed to their old ways, or had been triggered by their Carnal Urge, could be safely imprisoned within their own dwelling as quickly as possible.

"Oh yeah, the girl with the pretty boy in her stick-thingy wanted to talk to me!" Said Sam, who then rolled herself into a ball, bouncing out of the room; giggling all the way.

"Oh damn it! Get back here! I need to keep an eye on you!" Shouted Cilla, rushing off after her second charge.

Ashes, taking her place on the bed, says. "So, are you sure you can't still track that succubus?"

"Like I said on the way here, it stopped working." I reply, leaning back in the chair I had been resting in. "She must be using something like those Charms of Vanishing we have."

"Oh, speaking of, we should get one of those for Scott and Sammy. Oh, and Rocky!"

"I doubt the Runacathies would hand over any more of them. Unlesss... maybe if Ariel pulled his 'I'm a God.' card..."

"Yeah, he could do that... hey." Says Ashes, now laying down onto the bed, pulling at her vest. "Come sit over here. I won't bite... much."

Oh no...

"Oh yes!"

Would you be quiet?

I head over sitting on what was supposed to be my bed, but had seemingly been repurposed into everyone else chair fore the past half and hour of paperwork drafts. It seemed our slime needed a lot more paperwork than an unknown dragon/fae sub-species hybrid. Once seated, I felt Ashes arms quickly wrap around me, pulling herself firmly too my back; her breasts pressing into me.

"So... I may, or may not, have bribed our new slimy pal with some candy to bother little miss Prissy until she has to go too bed." She whispers to me; her breaths touch alone enough to cause the extremely sensitive skin of my ears to alight with pleasure.

Her hand drifts down to my trousers, slipping into them, and grasping my quickly hardening shaft.

"I like this one."

Piper, if you ruin this, I'll kill you... again.

"Using my name! My my... what a polite little Monster."

Sh-shut up...

The speed of Ashes strokes were increasing; she moves her hand too the tip, gathering pre-cum to act as lubricant for further handwork.

"Ooo."

I said to...

"Someone's watching."

Turning slowly; my mind pre-occupied with the enjoyment of Ashes's loving touch. The first thing I spot is the tip of a large hat, tilted to one side. Beneath that hat is a pajama wearing elf, whose eyes change color each time I blink; one hand at her mouth, providing her a finger to clench down upon gently with her teeth to muffle her moans. The other, down her pants, moving about....

"Zana!?"

"O-oh no!"

Ashes doesn't say a word, instead yanking her hand free from my pants, quickly leaping off the bed, and quietly sprinting over to her friend; pulling her into the room, and shutting the silencing door.

"Oh no. I know where this leads... if He finds out..."

"I'm s-sorry." Stammers the Sorcerer. "I just..."

"Hey, Zana, it's ok. You were just curious..." Whispers Ashes, who begins to wrap her arms around her best friend. "And horny..."

"Should I leave?" The mousey mage asks.

"Well... that's up to you and Monster. Me, I want you to stay..." Ashes glides that same hand down Zana's garment, the slight squelching of my pre-cum intermingling with Zana's juices ringing out quietly in the dinky bedroom. "What about you..."

"I... I w-want..." Moans Zana, her cute face now glowing with a blush; acting much like her eyes, changing in color each time it isn't observed. "I want to... examine him."

Ashes turns to me as she pulls her hand from Zana, and begins to lick her fingers. After a few tastes, she asks me the question.

"Hey, big guy... do you want her to join?"

"Just get it over with. Get me out of here."