Nothing!

"Uh.. nothing! Nothing at all!"

His half-drunk tankard completely forgotten, Jax ran after the others, the laughter of the tavern patrons escorting him up the stairs. He could not believe what was happening but he was damned if he was not going to take part.

Bursting through the door, an amazing sight greeted him.

Gamla and Connerad had disrobed and were sitting next to each other on one of the bunks. Issande and Milla were kneeling in front of them, both still wearing skirts and boots but nothing else, their mouth-watering bosoms free of restraints. The women were busy, Issande sucking Gamla and Milla sucking Connerad. Jax noted to his surprise that Connerad's pubic hair was a shade more red than his beard. The men were busy as well, mauling the large titties the best they could.

As if that wasn't enough, the twins stood behind the men. Jax finally got his first look at what the robes hid, as they shed their garments. They both had full head of golden hair, their skin a beautiful bronze hue, their green eyes flashing as they made eye contact with Jax. Under the robes, neither wore anything. Their slim bodies were taut, the small breasts crowned with tight nipples, already quivering. One leaned over Gamla, licking his ear, while the other smoothly pivoted her pelvis against Connerad's face, pushing the dwarf down. A slurp and a melodic moan told enough for Jax to guess what was happening. Not to be outdone by her sister, the ear-licker climbed aboard Gamla's broad shoulders, and the Berserker managed to throw a wide grin at Jax before happily falling backwards, grasping the petite bottom of a Sun Elf tightly.

Jax had never seen Sun elves before - only heard of them in tales. Supposedly they were all hiding out in Evermeet. At least one thing the stories had gotten right - both girls were achingly beautiful, in a dreamy, ethereal manner. Jax was smitten.

Judging the cocks to be of sufficient hardness by now, Issane and Milla stripped off their skirts. The Bard had a surprisingly plump ass, whereas the Shadowdancer owned a butt so tight that Jax bet he could bounce a coin off of it. The women sat over man and dwarf alike, both letting out a satisfied sigh as they penetrated themselves. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of rutting - flesh hitting flesh, four feminine voices moaning. Jax was still staring, despite his own cock being hard as stone - but even in his intoxicated state, he felt awkward, not comfortable with the idea of just joining in.

Until Milla got off Connerad and turned around. She carefully aimed the dwarf cock against her rear entrance, and biting her bottom lip, lowered her butt down. Once she had settled herself fully, the half-elf beckoned Jax to get closer:

"Come here boy, I almost never get sandwiched properly, with so many hungry cunts in this party!"

The rude line shook Jax out of his mood. The young man eagerly stepped forward, throwing his wool shirt to the corner and fighting his canvas trousers down, revealing his manhood. Milla's mouth turned into an O:

"LADIES!"

She slapped Issande's ass, getting the attention of the raven-haired warrior woman. As soon as she saw Jax, she let out a low whistle. The twins sensed the change in the atmosphere and, opening their eyes, turned to look at Jax who was blushing furiously.

"Well well well, now I'm really glad you joined us", Issande remarked. Milla nodded: "By the Nine Hells, he's built like a stallion. I'm scared and excited at the same time!"

Jax swallowed, nervously, as the two of them pulled away from their current mounts and stepped closer to him, their impressive mammaries gently swaying with each step. In a moment his face was buried under splendid tit-flesh and exploring tongues touched his ears, sending shivers down his spine:

"Which one of us do you want first?"