Ask about the “orgy”

With his heart still pounding and the stiffness not fully subsided from his cock, Stewart looks at the sexy tiger-woman, and searches for something appropriate to say.

Remembering some of the terminology from earlier snippets of conversation since his arrival, he decides to ask about the event he is to attend and where Adella is waiting.

He clears his throat and says, “Shall we go to the ‘orgy’ now?”

Somehow, asking a naked woman — tiger hybrid or not — to attend an orgy with you while you, too, are naked and still recovering from a wild session of casual sex seems a bit perverse for someone who is the most powerful and respected man in the kingdom. He remembers, however, that “orgy” is their term for either a feast or a party; Adella was a bit unclear on that aspect of the language.

Tonia’s ears perk up, and she stops her grooming ritual. “The orgy! It has slipped from my mind like your seminal fluid drips from my cunt! I must make you hard, erect, and horny to repeatedly copulate with new and varied lovers!”

Getting him hard, erect, and horny is precisely what has delayed their arrival at the event in the first place, but Stewart understands that she is merely saying she is supposed to get him ready.

She jumps from the bed and grabs the purple loincloth that has been set out for the king. Strapping it around his waist, she says, “Your semen is warm and salty. I hope to share it with my lovers. We will lick your scrotum as you finger my tight hole!”

Stewart just nods blankly. Without Adella to interpret, he is having difficulty making much sense of Tonia’s words.

Once finished with his attire, Tonia picks her loincloth up from the floor and attaches it around her waist. She looks at Stewart and asks, “Have you seen a dwarf mount a unicorn and ejaculate on a mermaid’s tail?” She laughs deeply, slapping her thigh. Stewart laughs with her out of politeness, not having the foggiest notion of what she is saying.

“Once I was a voyeur as my father inseminated three water nymphs! I sucked my sibling until my cheeks were hollow!” Again she laughs, as if she had just shared the funniest story in history.

Feeling very much out of his depths, Stewart motions toward the door. “Perhaps we should get Princess Adella to interpret....?”

Tonia’s eyes light up, and she says, “May I be a voyeur as you mount the Princess and anally penetrate her? I will bring an elf to finger me to climax!”

Again, not knowing what she is saying, Stewart can only nod as he moves toward the door, hoping to get away from this awkward and incomprehensible conversation.

Figuring out what to say to someone after sex was hard enough when you speak the same language. Even Duncan, who was never at a loss for words, lost his charismatic charm in the afterglow of an orgasm. After successfully bedding one of Adella’s ladies-in-waiting, word got back to Adella about the abrupt way Duncan ended the encounter. “It’s a good thing you are rich, famous, and powerful,” Adella said to her brothers the next day, “because of you relied solely on your charm, the two of you would be the ‘designated virgins’ instead of me!”

Stewart’s movement toward the door seems to have the desired effect, and Tonia hurries to his side. Before opening the door, she reaches under the flap of his loincloth and squeezes his cock. “My tail was fully lifted for you!”

With that, she opens the door, and Stewart follows her, attempting to discern her meaning, and trying to keep himself from getting hard all over again.

They walk down a hallway to a set of double doors. Attendants at the doors open them for Stewart, and he and Tonia set foot in a ballroom.

It is filled with a fascinating variety of beings. Some look more-or-less human, while others are so alien in appearance that Stewart has to resist the temptation to stare. An attendant announces loudly, “His Majesty, Stewart, King of Mirantia, and Clutcher of the Royal Phallus!”

The room erupts into applause, and Stewart nods in acknowledgment, trying to act regal, despite feeling very self-conscious in such skimpy attire.

He looks around, hoping to see Adella. He does not immediately see her, but he does see Althesire making his way toward him.