No time!

Teysa nodded. "You're right. Go! I'm right behind you!" She reached for a wall sconce and grabbed the torch out of it. Aliara was already halfway across the room. The two of them spread out. Teysa found herself standing in front of row of barrels. She dipped her torch to the nearest and, after a moment, the fire caught. Down the line she went, lighting each barrel up in turn. They were sealed with wax or some kind of oil and they burned like bonfires. The barrels released a thick, **** smoke as they burned, and one small breath of it made Teysa try fervently to avoid breathing any more. It had a tarry stink and seemed to coat the inside of her nose and throat. She finished lighting the last barrel and moved on, trying to stay ahead of the rolling smoke cloud.

Meanwhile, Aliara had lit a stack of crates on fire. There was a hissing, popping sound as whatever was in them ignited. Suddenly the air was filled with sparkling, fizzing colors. Were they some kind of firework? Teysa's nostrils picked up a faint but unmistakable spicy odor that made her head spin. She ducked away from the dazzling cloud. Aliara had already moved on to rows of tall clay amphorae, and her urgent shout cut through the crackling of flames. "Teysa! I found it! Amberhaze!"

Teysa took a deep breath and dove through the dizzying wall of color to join her partner. Aliara had found a cluster of clay pots sealed with tin lids. She worked the lids free with her dagger and dipped the torch into each pot's wide mouth. The contents caught immediately with a low whumph and flames billowed out of the pot's mouth. They were yellowish-gold and danced like will-o-wisps in the air. Teysa let go of the breath she had been holding and inhaled, filling her nostrils with sweetness. The smell stirred up a memory: her and Aliara in the Eel's tent, the three of them passing the hookah hose, the soft cushions against her bare skin...

It took effort to shake off the memory. She shook her head to clear it and almost fell over. The nearest pot broke her fall; she slumped against it, grateful that it hadn't yet been ignited. Farther down the row, Aliara was also having trouble. She dipped her torch in one more pot, wavered, then let it drop. Fully half of the pots were aflame now, and as Teysa watched, one of them cracked in half and spilled its burning contents onto the ground. A haze of yellowish fog surrounded them. Teysa could feel it against her skin, like a desert breeze.

Voices were yelling somewhere behind her, a mixture of rage and dismay. She could hear thundering footsteps. Part of her brain was telling her that she had to run, that these sounds were bad news, but it was like trying to talk to a person at the other end of a long field. She could hear the urgent messages, but by the time they reached her they sounded tinny and distant. Head-Teysa was jumping up and down and stamping her feet now, trying to get real-Teysa's attention, but that just made her look silly. "You're breathing it in, stupid!" she was screaming. "Hold your breath! Get away!"

"No, you're stupid," Teysa giggled. She clutched the nearest pot for support. Her legs had gone all rubbery, and she slowly sank to the ground. Head-Teysa howled in rage, but Real-Teysa was relaxed. She was calm. She felt great! The air nearby was getting uncomfortably warm, so she crawled on her hands and knees a few feet. The air here felt much cooler and nicer, and she sprawled on her back with a big grin on her face. Aliara was still standing, but only just. She took a few tottering steps towards Teysa, then collapsed and began to drag herself the rest of the way across the floor. She looked so ridiculous Teysa couldn't help but laugh.

The shouting voices and pounding footsteps were quite close now. Teysa rolled over just enough to see who might be making those noises. She saw a half-dozen pairs of legs come into view. They moved purposefully at first, like soldiers, but as they drew closer they began to mill about aimlessly. On the third attempt she propped her head up on her arm to get a good luck at them.

The newcomers were a motley crew, a mixture of different species. Three of them were human, two men and a woman, all wearing chainmail and carrying swords. An eye was emblazoned on their halfhelms. Behind them was an orc woman, tall and muscular, with olive skin and a long grey braid that swished back and forth as she staggered. Next to her was a lizardman and a tall, slender person with a bird's head and ragged wings. All six of them were looking at her, and she tried to draw herself up into a dignified pose. The best she could manage was sitting semi-upright.

"That's her!" shouted one of the men. "We gotta... 'rest her!"

"Wha' bou' that, Kiim?" asked the orc, crooking a finger at the burning pots. "Fire! We got... got' call for he'p." Her tusks seemed to be getting in the way of her words, and she growled angrily. One of the humans was staring in wonder at his sword, while the bird-thing was strutting in a circle.

"Why don' you all just... relassshhh?" Teysa said. That last word hadn't come out right, but that was ok. They seemed to know what she meant. The lizardman's tongue was flicking in and out of his mouth at a rapid rate and clear lenses kept sliding down over his eyes and retracting. Down, back. Down, back. The man who had spoken first took a couple of staggering steps towards Teysa. He dropped his sword, but didn't seem to notice. "You!" he said, pointing at her with his now-empty hand. "You're in... trouble. Big trouble." He waved the arm back and forth as though he was slashing a sword. Teysa just smiled at him. "You're cute!" she said dreamily.

"Yeah." Aliara had arrived at her shoulder and was lying on the floor with her chin in both hands. "You're cute. C'mere, you." The man--Kiim-- gaped in astonishment and sank slowly to his knees. He had a black goatee, but behind it Teysa could see his skin was smooth and youthful. He was cute, with his unlined face and his thick mop of coal-black hair. He knee-walked closer to Teysa. "You're cute too," he whispered, and practically fell over at her feet.

Behind him the others were sinking to the ground as well. The orc put up a valiant fight, clutching at the lizardman as her legs gave out, but he squawked in surprise and collapsed on top of her. Teysa grabbed the black-haired man and dragged him closer. He looked up at her with wide, shocked eyes, so she leaned down and kissed him. His goatee was scruffy and tickled her chin, but his lips and tongue were warm and welcoming. I'm kissing a man, she thought dreamily. Aliara will be so mad.

But the half-elf wasn't mad. In fact, she gently butted her face up against Teysa's with her lips puckered. "Lemme at 'im," she moaned. "C'mon! Quit hogging!" Teysa shifted slightly to allow her in, and all three pairs of lips met in the center. The position was awkward, but Teysa didn't mind. She felt cheeks pressing up against both of hers, one clean and smooth, one hairy, and she gasped in delight. It seemed as though their idea had spread: the orc had grabbed the lizardman's head in her large, powerful hands and was mashing her mouth against his snout, and the other two humans were wrapped in each other's arms. Even the bird-thing was cawing loudly. It caressed the orc woman's side with thin and delicate fingers, fumbling with the straps of her armor.

The bird had the right idea, Teysa decided. These clothes had to go. Fortunately her disguise hadn't included armor. She extricated herself from the kiss with some difficulty, peeled her vest off, and pulled her tunic over her head. Her breasts bounced free and she shook her chest back and forth to make them jiggle. That got Kiim's attention-- he broke away from Aliara, leaving her pouting, then lowered his head to Teysa's chest. His tongue flicked out across her nipple, which stiffened instantly. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and propped herself up on her hands. Aliara's mouth descended to Teysa's other breast and she sealed her lips over the hard pink bud. Her hands fluttered across Teysa's belly as her lips and tongue teased the paladin's sensitive nipple. The black-haired man's movements were clumsier, more amateurish, but the sensation of his bristly goatee rubbing across her soft flesh was new and exciting.

Teysa allowed herself to fall backward and her two partners collapsed on top of her. She ran her fingers through their hair, marveling at the different sensations-- one light and feathery, one rough and scratchy. Her hips squirmed and she fumbled with her trousers, trying to pull them off without shaking loose the hungry mouths suckling at her breasts.

Aliara noticed what she was doing and sat back. Her overalls proved challenging, and she fell over onto her side as she struggled with the straps. Teysa laughed at the sight, and Kiim laughed too when he saw. He pulled his mail shirt off over his head and tossed it aside in a jangling heap. The chest beneath was hairy, too, and Teysa cooed in delight. She ran her fingers through the carpet of black fuzz, then down his belly and towards his trousers. He fumbled with his belt and finally managed to pull it loose just as Teysa's hands crept into his pants. She could feel something there, something warm and soft that grew firm in her hand. The tip was already slimy with precum. She gave it an experimental rub and a blissful expression crossed Kiim's face. He sat back and arched his hips to allow Teysa to pull off his trousers.

Aliara had finally managed to disrobe at this point, and she helped, pulling on one leg as Teysa pulled on the other. Between them they denuded Kiim and straddled his legs, one on each side. These were hairy, too, and Teysa ground her moist furrow against his calf. The bristly sensation of his leg hairs against her delicate lips was incredible; she imagined she could feel every hair. Her clit felt hot and tender; every time it bumped into Kiim's knee she yelped. Sensation arced out from it and carved trackways across her body: her back, her ass, her belly, her breasts, all of her nerves seemed to be drawn tight as bowstrings. His cock was standing proud now, looking so lonely all by itself that she couldn't help but feel bad for it. She leaned forward and, with exaggerated care, closed her lips around its plump tip. Her tongue flicked out to find and tease the tiny hole-- she prodded it once, twice, and was rewarded with a fresh burst of salty precum. She swished it around in her mouth, making sure to coat her cheeks and tongue, before swallowing.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Aliara staring greedily at her plumped-out cheeks. The half-elf was grinding too, her petite breasts bouncing back and forth. Teysa slowly withdrew her head and allowed the bulbous head of Kiim's prick to pop out from between her lips. Aliara pounced on it at once. She seemed intent on proving a point; inch after inch disappeared into her mouth until Teysa could see a visible bulge form in her throat. Aliara's eyes watered and she let out a wet "GLLLKK" sound, but she did not withdraw. Rather, she pressed forward, driving the rod deeper into her welcoming throat. When the last inch of flesh had disappeared between her lips, she slowly slid her tongue out, lapping at Kiim's testicles.

Teysa followed suit. She had to tilt her head to fit, but she found there was room for her to pop one round, hairy ball into her mouth. She cradled it gentle between her lips while her tongue explored its surface. She could taste Kiim's sweat and Aliara's saliva. It was a heady mixture, and she redoubled her furious hip movements. Her puffy, soaking-wet pussy lips spread across Kiim's leg as she **** herself down onto him. Above her, Aliara pulled her head back and rammed it down again, forcibly throat-fucking herself. Muffled gagging noises and spit rained down on Teysa's cheeks. She smiled and stuck out her tongue to catch every drop.

Kiim himself was groaning and his hands drumming on the ground. Aliara redoubled her efforts. She curled her fingers around his shaft and formed a seal between her hand and mouth, then pumped up and down frantically as though milking him. Teysa felt Kiim's muscles tighten and heard him exhale just as Aliara stopped moving. The cock in her hands twitched powerfully, and Teysa imagined she could feel his balls draining as she emptied his load into her lover's mouth. It went on and on and on, but finally Aliara pulled back. A long, sticky rope of cum drooled out of the corner of her mouth and fell on Teysa's cheek. Her own cheeks were pouched like a chipmunk's, and Teysa was struck by an idea. Before Aliara could swallow, she grabbed the sides of her head in both hands and kissed her. The kiss was fervent, ****, hungry. Aliara's eyes bulged in surprise, but she got the idea quickly, and when she opened her mouth Teysa could feel something thick and gluey being pushed around by Aliara's tongue. There was so much of it! It seemed to fill both of their mouths. Their tongues swirled and intertwined, sharing the hot and sticky bounty. A mixture of cum, sweat and spit coated Teysa's chin and dripped down to baste her tits. She swallowed the rest of it and grinned in satisfaction as she felt it plop into her stomach. Her own climax was close now; she reached out with both hands and grabbed one of Kiim's wrists. He didn't resist as she scooched farther up on his leg and placed his fingers between her thighs. At first she thought he might have passed out, but then she felt his fingertips stirring. One poked its way inside her and began to gently drag up and down, tickling her sensitive inner walls; another prodded at her clit and began to circle it in a lazy orbit.

Aliara, meanwhile, crawled on her hands and knees until she was sitting alongside his head. She lifted one leg and knelt with her legs on either side of his shoulders. She let her pussy descend until it hovered just above his mouth, then grabbed his hair in one hand and yanked his head upward. He seemed to get the message right away, and she threw her head back with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth wide open in a silent scream. Teysa, for her part, could feel herself closing in on her climax. Kiim's fingers seemed to be everywhere at once. It felt as though he had a dozen of them, all probing her most secret and intimate places. She yelled out wildly as she came, not caring who heard it. "Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHH! OOHHHHHHH! UUUUUWWWWWWHH!"

When she inhaled, she could taste the sweet smoke that still filled the air. A small part of her was worried about that-- the clouds had mingled, the sweet yellow of amberhaze mixing with the medley of colors that had erupted from the crates. They were just on the edge of the cloud, and Teysa could taste it on her tongue, a faint fizzing sensation that spread outward until her whole body tingled. She breathed in, held it, and exhaled a cloud of dancing, shimmering sparks.

A wet squelching noise drew her attention. The other two guards were in rut a few feet away. The woman was lying prone on her belly and the man lay on top of her, his member sliding in and out of her slick folds. Her thighs already glistened with their mingled juices. The sound of her partner's hips slapping against hers echoed rhythmically: whap, whap, whap. He grunted and plunged himself inside her to the hilt, and her mouth lolled open. The sounds she was making were primitive grunts, the noises of one so immersed in lust that all coherent thought had ceased. Teysa felt a pang of jealousy as she imagined that thick cock filling her up and pounding her over and over and over.

Beyond the other human guards, the orc woman was sandwiched between the lizardman and the bird-thing-- which turned out to be male, if the impressive penis sprouting from between its legs was any indication. The lizard lay on his back like a sunning crocodile, his tail twitching too and fro. His orcish partner knelt on top of him, his cock buried in her quim, her pendulous breasts swaying in his face. Teysa could see heavy brass rings dangling from her nipples. They looked to be as thick around as Teysa's fingers and clinked softly together as the orc's body heaved to and fro. The lizardman took one between his teeth and tugged gently on it, distending her heavy turquoise nipple. She roared in ecstasy and redoubled her bucking. Her cunt lips were the same color as her nipples. The rippling folds slid back and forth as the lizard's thick, scaly member plumbed her depths. A few inches away, the birdman was lining up his erect cock with the tight pucker of her asshole. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand to brace himself and thrust forward.

The orc wailed like a warhorn. If anything, the unexpected double penetration had increased her ardor. She bellowed out her pleasure as her partners sawed in and out of her, synchronizing their thrusts so that as one cock withdrew from her dripping honeypot, the other would pummel deep into her bowels. As the birdman pulled all the way back to her stretched sphincter, the lizard would plow all the way to her cervix.

Kiim's cock had gone limp, but his fingers were still moving. Teysa could feel another orgasm rising inside her. As it did, she saw Aliara tense and arch her back. The half-elf's high, fluting moans were music to Teysa's ears. She had made Aliara come enough times to know that this orgasm was a big one, and she wasn't surprised to see wetness spray onto Kiim's dark goatee. Both women collapsed on top of their shared paramour in a dazed, sticky mess. All three of them struggled for breath and to control themselves. As Teysa watched, the other human man grabbed a fistful of his partner's hair and yanked, pulling her head backward just as he began to drain his balls into her waiting snatch. She gurgled happily, her expression one of delirious joy. Teysa took a lurching, stumbling step towards her, obeying the drives of her sore and needy clit. She wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.

That was how the rest of the guards found them, when they arrived to investigate; eight panting bodies tangled up in each other, covered in sweat and spit and cum and milk. The fire was easy enough to get under control, and then the question remained of what to do with the intruders-- and the guards who had failed in their duty.