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Kevin woke up in stages.

Physical sensation came first, and started with the feeling of something rubbing in slightly erratic circles against his groin. As his awareness grew, he was able to figure out that his arms were wrapped around Blue, and while she wasn’t awake yet her body was shifting unconsciously in her sleep to grind the firm globes of her athletic backside against him.

As pleasant as the sensation was, Kevin wasn’t quite ready to take the sleeping harpy up on the implicit offer yet, but he wasn’t able to pull away from the motion either. When he tried to move, he discovered that he was trapped between two bodies as another woman—Elsie—clung to him from behind like a barnacle. That brought him to a new layer of waking as the events of the night before began to filter into his conscious mind.

Blue, sitting on Elsie’s face as he took her anal virginity.

Elsie—first crying out in ecstasy as he pumped into her while Blue watched, then later biting her lower lip as she fingered herself to the sight of him on top of Blue.

Both of them gave themselves to me without reservation last night. My first threesome. I should feel guilty about taking advantage of them here, but—

Elsie gave herself to me, completely, didn’t she? It was the only path that she saw after Lilith’s first set of transformations. She’s doing everything she can to find happiness, the least I can do is try to live up to her expectations. Blue—I haven’t been giving her enough credit. She seems simple and impulsive and—okay, maybe that’s because she is, but I can’t judge her by my own standards. She made it perfectly clear what she wanted, now it’s up to me to make sure she gets it.

The thought brought a wry smile to Kevin’s lips as he felt Blue’s hips shift again. There was no sign the harpy was actually awake, but her body was acting own on instinct. They’d all been exhausted by the time they passed out, but after a night’s sleep he wasn’t nearly as sore as he’d expected. The memories of the night before had started to cause him to stiffen, and since none of them had gotten dressed, Blue was responding by grinding back against him in her sleep.

If she was hard to turn down yesterday morning, she’s going to be insatiable today…

The thought proved prophetic. When Kevin tried to extract himself from between the two women, the motion was enough to stir Blue to consciousness and she woke up horny. The DM couldn’t even blame her state on the impact of Lilith’s magic on the harpy’s mind—his newly expanded senses from House Rule let him sense that while Blue’s physical sensitivity was amped up by her external transformation, her desire for him that morning came from nothing but pure, undiluted hedonism.

His body, despite the marathon of sex it had run the night before, seemed up to the task, but when he tried to shift into position to meet the insatiable harpy’s searching hips he bumped into Elsie enough to wake her. That by itself wouldn’t have been enough to derail Blue’s plans except that when his stomach announced his need for sustenance with a loud growl, the brownie’s answered it with one of its own.

“I—no. Food first.” Kevin tried to make the words come out as a command, but they weren’t enough to stop Blue. The harpy squirmed against him in bed as she turned to face him, and he was faced with bright golden eyes that stared up at him unabashedly as her fingertips trailed their way up his thigh then wrapped delicately around his shaft.

The sensation was nearly enough to get him to reconsider—especially when he felt Elsie’s slender body cuddling up against him from behind—but he had to start to take charge. If he didn’t set a direction, all of them were going to dance to Lilith’s tune sooner or later. The only way he might be able to avert that was to issue his own marching orders.

He reached down between his body and gently grasped Blue’s wrist. She pouted—the expression surprisingly adorable—but allowed him to remove her hand from his dick with a minimum of resistance. “Go. Start the shower. We’ll be right in.”

Kevin could feel as the magic affecting Blue took hold. Her new class path had altered the original transformation from the first day, but there were still elements of it present. In this case, a direct order from him was enough to push her towards submission—towards discipline—and she slipped out of the bed without complaint.

Then she sauntered at a deliberately slow pace that was designed to draw attention to her mouthwatering ass as she set out for the bathroom.

“That girl is going to be dangerous.” The words were Elsie’s, murmured into his ear as the English girl propped herself up on her elbow behind him to watch.

Kevin snorted a laugh. “C’mon. Shower, clothing, food. Then we can figure out what we’re doing for the day.”

The surprise Kevin encountered on the way to The Long Rest for breakfast was that while none of the random NPCs who populated the streets of Adventuria held any affection for him, almost every one of them was in a state of some arousal. While none of the heart-icon numbers his new headband displayed were higher than a two or a three—a reflection of their general affection for everyone, rather than the season’s Master in particular—the lowest water-icon number he encountered was a four. A few of the women he passed sat at an eight, though with neutral expressions which gave no sign of it.

The heart icon above Elsie’s head remained at the same six it had shown the night before, while the one above Blue had jumped from a five to a seven. The harpy’s baseline arousal seemed to be at a five thanks to the sensitive body Lilith had granted her shortly after arrival, while the slender English girl beside her never dropped below a six. She seemed distracted, too, so as the trio walked through the door, Kevin asked, “Something on your mind?”

That caught Elsie’s attention. She followed as Kevin approached a table already hosting a gorgon and a pair of selkie sisters, needing to raise her voice a little to be heard over the combination of background music and chatter which permeated the stereotypical fantasy tavern. “I—it’s the passive part of Useful Little Tool. I can sense—well, I can’t tell who it is, exactly, but someone in the party is—” The brownie’s expression—and the second number above her head—told Kevin a tale of embarrassment and arousal. “—they really need to cum. Urgently. But they can’t—or won’t?”

Kevin scanned across the members of the party at the table. Stheno’s heart icon sat beside a floating eight, but the water droplet revealing her current arousal was only at a three. She held a gleeful smile, though, as well as some kind of breakfast wrap nearly the size of her head, so he offered her a quick wave before he moved on. Tess’ heart was only at a three, as was the one above Abby. For a moment he wondered if the new transformation that brought Abby to the party permanently meant that their values were linked, but a second glance revealed that the other numbers—the ones revealing their arousal—were different. Tess’ was at a four, which was higher than he expected, while her eighteen year old sister’s was all the way at a six.

Neither of the selkies seemed to be showing any signs of distress, though. While Abby met his gaze unflinchingly and her white haired older sister averted her gaze for some reason, Kevin didn’t think that either of them were the source of the need that Elsie reported. As they joined the three at the table, he asked instead, “Are Penny or Hazel around? Or Hwa, for that matter?”

“Are my breasts not big enough for you?” Stheno’s response to Kevin’s seemed to have no relevance to the question he’d asked, and he blinked at her in surprise. While the gorgon’s monstrous serpentine shape was large in comparison to him, the Greek woman’s current fully human shape was barely taller than Elsie and carried relatively subtle curves.

She wasn’t shy about showing them off, though, and when she realized that Kevin’s eyes had dropped to the front of her tight tunic she took in a breath that helped put what she had on display. His brain caught up to the question a moment later as Kevin tore his eyes free and looked back at Stheno’s face. Coming from someone else, the question might have sounded defensive, but she actually seemed interested to hear his answer.

He shook his head, and told her, “No—they’re great.” Something in his face must not have been entirely convincing, because Stheno’s expression betrayed a hint of doubt, but she nodded along as he explained, “Elsie is sensing something about someone in the party. I don’t think it’s anyone at the table, so—”

“You’re looking for the people who aren’t here, and not just specifically trying to find one of the three women with the largest breasts.” The comment came from Abby, and Kevin’s eyebrows rose as he turned to look at her. She shrugged, and added, “You have to be able to see why she might have thought that, though.”

Kevin sighed. “I mean—you’re right, but that’s not why I asked.”

“Penny never came back to our room, last night.” Tess’ expression betrayed some concern as she added, “We assumed that meant that she was with you. If she wasn’t—”

“No, it was just me and Elsie having sex with Kevin last night.” Not only did Blue make the announcement without a hint of shame, she seemed almost proud of the accomplishment. Kevin watched as the arousal number above the harpy’s head pulsed slightly to indicate that it was going up as she recalled the events of the night before, even as Elsie blushed faintly as all three of Tess, Abby, and Stheno reacted to the news.

Stheno’s expression revealed a hint of conflict for a moment as her unshakable belief that her lord deserved every hint of pleasure he desired warred with a hint of hurt and worry at having been excluded. Tess’ pale skin turned pink and she again averted her gaze rather than meet Kevin’s, while her sister looked faintly envious.

She didn’t say anything about it, though, instead offering, “Maybe she was with one of the others, last night?”

Kevin’s brow furrowed. “Do you think Lilith would have allowed that? You all have to be in your rooms by bedtime, right?”

“Do you really think the hostess of the show would do something to prevent your harem spending time in each other’s beds?” Abby answered Kevin’s question with one of her own, though when she caught his surprised expression Tess followed it up with a quick, “Abby and I spent the night before watching some other seasons of Harem Hotel?”

“What?” While Kevin’s question was directed more at the older of the selkie sisters, Elsie’s “Watching?” came across almost as an accusation leveled at Abby. The white-haired older sister answered first. “I’m—I was trying to make sure she understood what kind of show this is—” “Which I do.”

Abby’s interruption was quiet enough that Tess continued on as though she hadn’t heard it, “—so I did some checking around yesterday. I found out that one of the shops sold crystal balls that you can use to check out other editions of the show.”

Tess (-100 GP) : 313 GP

Kevin nodded, then finally answered Abby’s question and his own. “No, you’re right—she’d do anything she could to keep you there.” Even as he spoke the words, he realized that he could check the specifics of that rule, too. Sure enough, it was easy to discover that while the contestants would be compelled to return to their own quarters—or the Master’s on their date night—that wouldn’t apply if they were already in one of those locations. “In fact—if you’re already in someone else’s room at curfew, you’re stuck there until morning.”

Abby nodded as though she’d expected that. “Some of the other seasons we watched do something like that too.”

“Hazel stopped by already this morning. She and her disciples are out in the forest already,” Tess added. “She’s taking her duties there pretty seriously. She didn’t mention anything about Penny, though, and even though it’s bigger than it was when it was just Abby and me, somehow, her room is still pretty crowded with five people.”

That left one location unchecked, and both Kevin and Elsie arrived at the conclusion at the same moment. The two locked eyes briefly in silent communication, then turned and headed for the stairs.

Penny’s body was on fire.

She’d lost track of the number of orgasms that had ripped through her body. Each one struck like lightning, white flashing behind her eyes as pleasure overwhelmed her again, and again, and again.

And still the woman between her legs didn’t stop.

Hwa was naked. She had been for some time, though Penny wasn’t sure how the woman’s dress had been shed. It had happened not long into the day before, though, and the sun was already streaming through the window, so the kumiho had been naked more of the time than not.

Penny thought she’d slept—or at least passed out—at some point, but her memories of the past twenty-four hours were a blur of sensations. What images stood out seemed more like something she would’ve seen in pornography than her own life.

Not that she’d spent much time watching the kind of porn that would have featured her and the kumiho. Penny thought of herself as straight, but what memories remained of the night before included the sight of Hwa’s dripping cunt descending on her face from above, and her mouth still tasted of the fox-spirit’s surprisingly sweet juices.

Penny had grown up in a household full of women. Her mother and three sisters weren’t exactly close, but neither were any of them shy about their bodies. The rather mercenary approach to life the other four sirens took didn’t have much room for modesty—the alluring songs her family wove were enough to ensnare men, but for the ones they decided to keep on the hook, that often involved sex to follow. The result left her as the black sheep who’d felt somewhat self-conscious about her appearance, even as her sisters would regularly barge naked into her bedroom so they could root through her closets.

The sight of her sister’s bodies had never done anything for her. Her life had been a string of relationships, but while the life of a performer sometimes meant flirting with other women, she’d only ever gone farther than that with men.

Her hips shuddered involuntarily as Hwa’s wet lips wrapped around her clit. It felt swollen and almost raw, but the kumiho’s nimble mouth seemed to know exactly how best to treat it. Rather than sustained, direct contact that would overwhelm her already wracked brain, the Korean woman released the bud a moment later, only to **** her with a flurry of feather-soft flicks of her tongue without pause.

Penny knew, without a doubt, that no night she’d shared with any man had even approached the number of orgasms, the overwhelming pleasure, that Hwa had given her the night before.

Was still giving her.

“What…?” The question didn’t come from Hwa—the woman’s mouth was well and truly occupied—so for a moment Penny wondered if she’d asked it herself. Her brain caught up a moment later, and she turned her head towards the darkly glowing portal that each of the rooms of The Long Rest had instead of a door.

Two people were standing there. Elsie, the cute as a button English girl who seemed to be somehow adjusting to the insane circumstances of the show more quickly than anyone else, and Kevin.

Her ex.

Kind of. Penny’s memories of the events that Lily had inserted into her life were perfectly, uncannily clear to her—as though they’d happened just last week, rather than years ago. A wave of despair tried to wash over her at the helpless unfairness of the situation, except Hwa’s ministrations—which didn’t even slow at the arrival of the newcomers—actually did a pretty decent job of quelling it before it could build. It was still unfair, but it was hard to focus on how badly the hostess had screwed her with the change when her breath kept coming out in a gasping moan as her next orgasm steadily built.

“Shit. I can see—” Kevin started to talk, stopped, then started again as he walked across the room towards the entwined women. “Hwa’s caught in a loop. She’s—there’s another transformation on her. One of Lilith’s, not a class transformation. I’m not sure when she got it, but it’s pushing her to make Penny cum more. At the same time, her new Witch ability means she’s getting as much out of this as Penny, so—”

That made sense to Penny. Hwa had started the seduction as something like equals, but at some point—after they’d left the cheap inn and made their way back to The Long Rest—the kumiho had stopped demanding any attention back. That hadn’t stopped her from letting out her own cries, though, even as she continued to bury her face between the siren’s thighs.

“We need to separate them. Can you handle Hwa?” Elsie sounded concerned, but not panicked, and stepped up to the side of the bed without hesitation. If the English woman felt any squeamishness as she stood beside the two naked women, it didn’t show on her face. Instead, as Penny somewhat blearily focused her eyes upwards, she looked determined.

And maybe slightly horny.

“Yes. Can you get Penny back to her room?”

Penny felt surprisingly strong arms slip around her shoulders and start to help her from the bed. Elsie was both several inches shorter and far more slender, but she managed to lift the siren’s torso before reporting, “I can. What are you going to do with Hwa?”

In response, Kevin pulled something from his belt. Penny had seen it before—a kind of scepter, which had seemed as much a part of his costume as anything else—but hadn’t ever known what it was.

“This.” He reached the device out and touched it to Hwa’s back. A bright spark flashed between the scepter and the Korean woman, who spasmed as though shocked. From the expression she wore, though, it wasn’t electricity that overwhelmed her, but pleasure.

When, a moment later, she started to reach for Penny again, Kevin repeated the motion, eyed the spasming woman for a moment, then judiciously applied the rod again.

Hwa went still, save for the slow rise and fall of her chest as she collapsed atop her newly massive tits.

“OhthankGod.” Penny sighed the words out, then slumped to the side to let Elsie help her from the room.