Thankfully.

Mallory tried to stop you for a second, her strength palpable in her touch as she playfully pulled you back into the action with a smirk. You breasts swaying slightly in her direction as most of your body’s weight shifted with her pull.

She wanted to continue what you had stopped not long before. Her bald pussy visibly wet even in the dim light of the light spell that now illuminated the underground dungeon, and her eyes ogling you with hunger.

Your lip trembled slightly.

By this point, merely a few seconds later, Momma’s buttocks touched the adventurer’s thighs drawing from her a short pant, the muscles of her sphincter shifting to accommodate the slab of meat and drawing some of her breath away from her.

She cleared her throat, and like a dog who just heard the voice of its master, Mallory let go of your arm suddenly and turned around towards the older Völva and her pet.

Through the corner of your eye, you saw her get behind the long-haired woman, her hands on both of her breasts, as she started shifting on the girl’s cock.

Swiftly, you decided to escape, lest another Völva comes looking for a partner.

You followed the same path you came from earlier with the group of völva women, passing several other captives which were tied up in a similar fashion to the girl with the huge dick.

One of them was currently receiving the attentions of the women, his nipples being licked by two of them as they played with his balls. You were sure the poor sod wouldn’t be allowed to cum any time soon, if the faces of the völva women were any indication.

You made your way upstairs and through a short hallway with more doors at each side, and saw the large metal door that gave way to the throne room, but as you made your way out you heard a familiar voice coming from one of the doors.

You weren’t sure of what you had heard, but it triggered in your brain an immediate response of familiarity as you turned around. The voice seemed to come from one of the doors in the hallway, only partially open and shedding dim light on the half-lit half-obscured hallway.

Getting close to the door, the voices became clearer. The woman’s voice was sweet and cheerful as she urged the other voice to it, receiving pleads for freedom as only response.

There were no doubts now, that strange, almost foreign-sounding accent and that vocabulary, it all came together to form a picture in your head.

“…Skippy?” You asked, opening the door, a musty scent of dust and humidity filling your nostrils as the wooden door screeched open.