Teysa

Perhaps it was the pounding music, or the lingering taste of grinweed on her tongue, or the unfamiliar sensation of the dress against her skin, but Teysa felt adventurous. She squirmed in her seat, then leaned forward. "Eh, I'll try one!" she said. "Why not?"

Aliara shot her a warning look, but Teysa chose to ignore it. She felt so self-conscious in the dress. Aliara was great at this sort of thing. She blended in like an octopus, and within five minutes of arriving in a new place she had already made a new friend who invariably turned out to be an information broker, bartender, or other useful person to know. Teysa had never had the knack of it. She had always been so closed-off and unapproachable, most people never made the effort; as an adventurer, she'd worked on her own for years before falling in with Aliara's band.

Down here, though, she felt a little more flexible. She was doing new things every day. Why not try one more? It would help her fit in, after all.

The dwarf handed her a metal plate, bowing his head as though making a sacred offering. Three thin lines of powder were laid out on the plate. Teysa stared at them, uncertain of how to proceed. "You sniff it up," he explained. He pushed one nostril closed and inhaled with the other to demonstrate.

Teysa leaned in close. The stone had dissolved fully into fine grains that glittered like pearls. She laid her nose against the plate and inhaled sharply through it. Instantly, there was a burning pain in her nose, and she dropped the plate with a cry. The other lines spilled across the table, but Teysa ignored the angry yells from her tablemates. The burning was fading to a tingling warmth, and when she took a deep breath, everything changed.

The world seemed to be slowing down around her. She could see every individual detail on the dwarf's face: the veins in his nose, the individual hairs of his beard, the beads of sweat that clustered on his forehead. His pores yawned between beetling brows that ground into each other like drifting continents. Aliara, too was giving her an angry stare. Teysa gaped at her, marveling at the incredible smoothness of Aliara's cheeks, the way her cheekbones moved under her skin. She seemed to be swimming through molasses. Her eyes were glittering gemstones set in the smooth copper of her face. Teysa blinked rapidly in surprise. She waved her own hand in front of her face to test if the world she was seeing was real.

Abruptly, time returned. The dwarf was laughing uproariously. "Your... face!" he gasped. "You've never had joystones before, pretty?" Teysa shook her head. Her eyes were fixed on the dwarf's face; she felt that if he would only hold still, she could count every hair on his beard. He crushed a fresh stone and snorted it much more professionally than Teysa had done. When he came up, his face was ruddier than before, and his mouth was split in a wide grin. "How about you, missy?" he said, turning to Aliara. The half-elf waved off the plate. "Oh, it's ok," she said. "I'm feeling great already. I see Vayveen is enjoying herself though. Vay, will you come to the powder room with me?" She slid off the bench and took Teysa's wrist in her hand. "Now, please, dear?"

"I think she means it, love!" said the dwarf, and cackled. "We'll be here when you get back, never fret!" The other dwarves had produced more stones and were industriously crushing them up, and Teysa gave the little piles of white powder a lingering glance before following Aliara to the washroom.

The room was surprisingly clean, with a tiled floor and a marble counter. The wall above the counter was a massive mirror. Teysa took a moment to admire herself in its slightly stained surface. Her dress had been well-chosen, even if she hadn't thought so at the time-- the way it clung to her, lifted here, revealed there, made her feel like she had slipped into a stranger's skin. Who was that alluring woman in the mirror? Whoever she was, she looked like she was having a great time.

Aliara brought her back down to earth. "Tey, what the hell are you doing?" she hissed. She sounded agitated, so Teysa tried to calm her down.

"Relax, Li," she said, laying a hand on the half-elf's shoulder. "It's all part of the plan, see? We fit in perfectly. This was your idea, remember?"

"You snorting up joystones wasn't part of the plan!" There was fear in Aliara voice now, too, along with the anger. "Tey, do you have any idea what those things do to you?"

"Not much," Teysa said. "I feel great. I have tons of energy! Besides, you smoked that grinweed. I thought you wanted us to blend in."

Aliara dragged her open palm down her face in exasperation. "Tey, you don't know anything about ****. They're not-- they're..." she sputtered into frustrated silence. "Anyways, it's too late now. Just, try to keep a hold of yourself, ok? We're not exactly safe here."

"We're fine," said Teysa airily. "It's a party. Come on! Loosen up a little." She saw Aliara's expression and rolled her eyes. "Alright, you don't have to sniff any of that stuff if you don't want to, but try to look like you're having fun. Or you'll look suspicious." She hooked her elbow through Aliara's. "Come on, let's go dance. You'll feel better."

Aliara protested feebly as she was dragged from the washroom to the dance floor. It felt as though they were standing in the middle of an amphitheater; the room was cunningly shaped to reflect and channel sound, and the music hit them like a solid wall of noise. All around them people of every size and shape whirled and gyrated. Some of the dancers wore little more than body paint that shimmered in the blue-green light. The performers on the stage leapt and contorted into impossible shapes. One of them reared up and pursed her lips, then exhaled a cloud of green flame that hissed and popped.

Teysa had absolutely no idea how to dance, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. She took her cues from the people on either side of her, throwing her arms in the air and waggling her hips from side to side. It felt so, so... liberating! She closed her eyes and grinned from ear to ear as she danced. Aliara was much more subdued, but she shimmied back and forth as well. The pounding, repetitive music reverberated in Teysa's ears and filled her brain. She felt it thrumming in her veins and crackling along her nerves.

Something brushed against her back, and she opened her eyes. The tentacle-faced man and one-eyed woman from the table had accompanied them and were now dancing beside Teysa. The woman's face was a roadmap of scars, but her body was unmarred; she wore a glittering silver sarong that swayed with her hips as she swung them back and forth. As Teysa watched, Tentacle-face crushed up a joystone the size of a pearl onto a metal dish and held it up for his partner, who eagerly inhaled it. He turned to Teysa and burbled something unintelligible.

"He wants to know if you want some," the woman asked. Her husky voice was thick with an accent Teysa didn't recognize, one that made her sound fierce and exotic. Before Teysa could say anything, Aliara spoke up. "No thank you," she said, her voice sounding unusually prim. "We're all set."

"Suit yourself," the woman shrugged. "More for us." This time she crushed the stone, and he was the one who stooped towards the rough line of powder. Teysa couldn't tell if he had a nose at all, but his flailing mop of tentacles descended on the little white line, and when he straightened again it was gone. His movements redoubled in their urgency, his scarecrow limbs flailing back and forth. The one-eyed woman wrapped one arm around him and ground her hips into his. The two of them swung back and forth as though they were tied together at the waist. It looked like so much fun that Teysa grabbed Aliara and tried to grind on her. The half-elf was warm and soft, and their legs seemed to fit together so perfectly, like--

Aliara shoved her away with a flat palm to the chest. Teysa stumbled back a couple of steps and stared in disbelief. Hurt and betrayal were etched on every line of Aliara's face. Her eyes were wide and wet with tears. Before Teysa could say anything, Aliara turned and stormed off.

One-eye and Tentacle-face watched this whole display impassively. When Aliara had vanished into the press of the crowd, they wordlessly held up a platter to Teysa containing a single, pristine white line.

Fuming inwardly and blinking back tears, she took it.

She started to feel better almost at once. Her guilt washed away, to be replaced by annoyance. This had all been Aliara's idea. Aliara had been the one to suggest they cozy up to someone here, and Aliara had smoked the pipe the dwarf handed her without hesitation. It was all right for her. She treated Teysa like some kind of... some kind of rare and expensive carpet, something she could display but never, ever allow to get dirty. As though it was Aliara's job to _protect _her. Teysa could protect herself. She could have her own fun, too. She joined the dance, sandwiching the tentacle-faced man between herself as his one-eyed partner, and when the two of them suggested that they retire to a private room, Teysa thought that sounded like the best idea in the world.

There were joystones there, too, and more: amberhaze and grinweed and a blue, jelly-like substance that they ate with tiny silver spoons. They lounged on pillows scattered across the floor. The one-eyed woman snuggled up next to her monstrous paramour and beckoned Teysa with one curling finger, and she eagerly joined them. When she felt the man's long, spindly fingers searching under her dress, she only smiled and twitched the fabric aside to grant him easier access. There were too many joints in those fingers and the nails at the tips were razor-sharp, but his caress still awakened a blossoming warmth inside of her. The one-eyed woman leaned over and kissed her, and Teysa smiled, even though she could feel the scar tissue knotting the woman's lips. The two of them undressed each other as the tentacled man watched. Teysa's dress peeled off her like a snakeskin and pooled on the ground. At one point she thought she heard a woman's voice calling her name, and she froze, ears pricked up. "Aliara?" she asked nobody in particular. "Is that--"

"Hush, love," whispered One-eye. "Relax." She held up a censer wafting thick fuchsia smoke. Teysa inhaled deeply and felt her cares unravel.

The woman climbed atop Teysa, straddling one of her thighs with her own muscular legs. The scratchy nest of hair between her legs rubbed at Teysa's skin. Teysa could feel the warm wetness of the woman's cleft drag up and down her leg, and her own quim moistened at the thought. The woman bent her head to Teysa's breast and suckled, gently at first, then with growing fierceness. Teysa's sensitivity was incredible; she could feel every flick of the woman's tongue, every gust of hot breath from her nostrils. She reached down and squeezed one of woman's heavy breasts as it swung back and forth, and was rewarded with a gasp of surprise. Her fingers kneaded the soft flesh, in and out, in and out.

Tentacle-face was content to watch this display for a while, but soon enough Teysa felt his fingers creeping along her back. He separated the two and spoke a few words in his strange, glottal language. One-eye turned to Teysa and grinned. "He desires our attention, pretty," she said. She lifted her hands to his robe and began to undo the clasps and buttons that held it closed. Teysa helped, though her movements were somewhat clumsy and uncoordinated, and between them they eventually managed to strip him as well.

His body was wiry but incredibly muscular. His skin was a dark indigo, shot through with red veins like a piece of quartz. Teysa ran her fingers along his bulging abdominals, marveling at the smoothness of his skin. It was slightly slick, like the inside of a seashell. When she reached his hips she gasped. Not one but two penises hung between his legs, and both were stiffening. They were the same color as the rest of him but their bulbous mushroom tips were bright magenta, like flowers. She could smell a musky scent rising from them. It was heady, animal, but with a faint note of sweetness beneath that reminded her of honey. Both women bent their heads to his crotch at the same time, and each of them took one of his members in their mouth. Teysa had expected it to taste sour and sweaty, but was surprised at the sudden sweetness on her tongue. A drip of precum beaded the broad tip, and she felt it dissolve on her tongue like a sugar cube.

Teysa knelt cheek-to-cheek with One-eye and watched the other woman out of the corner of her eye. One-eye was sucking greedily, sliding her lips along the shaft until the broad tip bulged in her throat. She licked delicately at the meat filling her mouth, her tongue circling the hole in the tip. She was rewarded with another nectar-sweet drop of precum, which she swallowed eagerly. She began to move forward and back, enjoying the feeling of the member sliding along her cheek. She was wary of going too deep, but after seeing her neighbor manage to hilt the monstrous cock in her throat, she took a deep breath and pushed forward. Her eyes watered and she thought she might gag, but she kept going until she felt the broad, soft head press against the back of her throat.

She pulled back quickly and was rewarded by a series of **** coughs for her trouble. A mixture of spit and precum drooled from the corner of her mouth as she fought for control. The other woman's one eye fixed on her with an expression of concern, and she patted Teysa on the back until the coughing subsided. Once again, the tentacle-faced man spoke, and once again she translated. "He desires to know you," she said in that same husky voice. "Will you permit him?"

Teysa nodded. Her throat felt a little too raw and sore to speak, but she grinned and laid back on the floor. Tentacle-face gently rolled her onto her side, then grabbed her calf with one hand and lifted it out of the way. Despite his thin fingers, his grip was surprisingly strong. He knelt straddling the leg that lay flat and positioned one of his cocks at her entrance. She sighed as he thrust his way inside.

The tip of his cock was the perfect shape to rub her from the inside. She could feel it pressing against the velvety walls of her passage. She thought of herself as a calm, still pond; each thrust caused a bubble of pleasure to drift up from the bottom, and soon the surface was frothing with them. The bubbles popped in her brain, the sounds echoing and overlapping. Dimly she was aware of a wet _slurping _noise, but that was happening in some other world, somewhere not very important. Her brain was a madly boiling pond, and now it was beginning to steam, to fill with a thick pink mist that choked out higher thought. She moaned and reached down towards her clit. The one-eyed woman caught her wrist and reached down herself, tweaking the delicate pink nub with her fingertips. Each touch felt like a subterranean explosion that shook Teysa's world. She could feel her climax approaching. Her limbs shuddered and her hands made fists so tight the nails bit into her palm.

As she surrendered to the rising tide, she felt something nudging at her bottom. Tentacle-face had his second cock gripped in his free hand and was positioning it at the entrance to her asshole. She could not have said anything even if she wanted to; she was gripped by a fierce undertow now, and it was drawing her deeper, submerging her in a seemingly endless orgasm. She moaned and twitched as it ran wild through her nervous system. The pleasure stole away all control and left her shuddering and helpless. She grunted as she felt the broad, flared tip of the man's cock slip through her sphincter.

There was pain now, a tiny blooming rose of it, but it was mixed with a sense of fulfilling fullness. Each thrust buried two thick cocks in Teysa's warm, wet holes; each withdrawal left her feeling hollow. When her partner buried himself in her, she could feel both halves of him rubbing against each other through a thin membrane. He shook his hips from side to side as he thrust, making sure no crevice or cranny of hers was left unfilled. She could feel him occupying her and her body responded by molding around the invading members, shaping itself to their pleasure, making them welcome. He hilted himself with a particularly powerful thrust and she came again. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around his prick and her ass clenched as well, drawing a hiss from between her teeth. He was discovering some secret inside her, some buried treasure even she hadn't known she'd had. She arched her neck and cried out. The feeling of fullness wasn't going away. It was different from the feeling of a belly swollen with eggs; this fullness was temporary, and yet while it lasted, it was utterly blissful.

His thrusts were growing shorter and more powerful. They shook her entire body. Her breasts jiggled and bounced across the pillow. He bucked his hips once more, powerfully, and she felt his cocks spasm in unison. Both of them erupted at the same time with powerful jets of cum. She could feel it painting the walls of her pussy even as it poured into her bowels. He stayed there, firing off blast after blast of his hot, sticky seed, for more than a minute before finally withdrawing. Teysa moaned in frustration at the sudden feeling of emptiness as his softening cocks slid out of her. A thick soup of his spunk and her own fluids oozed out of both stretched and gaping holes and ran down her thighs. She felt unbelievably relaxed and rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, as he released her leg.

He knew her twice more that night, and One-eye took him as well, more than once. By the time Teysa drifted off to sleep her face, breasts, and thighs were painted with a thick glaze of dried cum. She licked up the drops that had landed on her lips and smiled at the sweetness on her tongue. The three of them slept in a loose pile of tangled limbs and sweaty, satisfied bodies.