The best god!

Of course you knew, who Cupidite was: Cupidite was the ambiguously gendered god of love and lust. Despite probably being one of the major gods, for obvious reasons, many neglected their influence, because they refused most forms of worship: They would destroy all designated temples, the usual response to prayer a bombardment with sex jokes and they were known to play tricks on those devoted few, who tried to worship them regardless.

From a heroes perspective it would seem like a good decision to pledge service to them, on first sight: Cupidite was chaotic good and famously forgiving, there was no vow of chastity, and a strong god meant good blessings, few followers meant frequent blessings. On paper. In praxis most of Cupidite's attention was taken up by watching mortals fuck, aggravating Anari, Helia and Amrok, and manipulating people to try and use unusual objects as sex toys.

Then there were the requirements. If a cleric or priest didn't have sex at least once every three days, Cupidite would invade the heroes dreams, giving them terrifying and confusing wet dreams. The heroes could not refuse to officiate any relationship, when asked to, but at the same time they were forbidden to enable any **** relationship. This meant if they acted as official (because they couldn't refuse to) on an arranged marriage, they risked getting punished by Cupidite. The obvious contradiction had been noticed early on, but nobody, who was aware of that, had bothered making a relevant note. The status quo was, that a hero could easily investigate, whether any form of **** was going on, and break up the affair.

The reason why most players preferred starting over as a different character, than actually playing as a priest, cleric or paladin on Cupidite, was the reason for what you had just witnessed: Cupidite was in favor of every imaginable union. As long as it was consensual. Any attempt to have sex or **** a relationship on an unwilling partner was heresy to Cupidite. It was not negotiatable. If a person was reported for sexual **** or even ****, Cupidite demanded from their followers to kill them.

After Helga had made sure, that 'Bitchez-killor 69 420's would be victim was safe, she started to tell you her story: “I picked Cupidite as my god, because I read 'god of love' and chaotic good. Had I known, what I was getting into, I would have made the same choice! You might have guessed already, but the four of us were already in a relationship, before we became adventurers. I never experienced Cupidite invading my dreams.

Anyway our first three levels were pretty normal. We fought some monsters and did a few quests. Then we reached our first city and I found out, why so few people pledge themselves to Cupidite: In the city were 38 people indicated to me as hostiles. It took me a little to get, what was going on, but when I did, I told the others and they said, they'd had my back. So I knelt down and prayed for some kind of miracle, that would allow us to get through that city alive. And Cupidite answered: 'I am impressed by you and your friends loyalty! Instead of asking for forgiveness and avoiding the sinners, you ask for the strength to smite them. I shall give you a choice, or a gamble if you will: You can admit weakness and not attack. In this case I ask you to waive my gifts to you for a month. The alternative is that you try and do, what you have asked my help for. If you decide to do that, You and your friends shall have my blessing. Every time you go up against those who spit in the face of love, you and all who fight with you shall fight as one and as a group.' That's what Cupidite said, what it means is every time we're ganking some creep we get to add a massive bonus depended on the party to all of our base attributes and regenerate as many HP as the party has members per second.

Then before going he 'reminded' me, that if we went about it the right way one, we wouldn't be considered PK'ers and we also wouldn't have to fight all of them at once.”

“So, how did you do it?”

“We waited for night to fall and murdered most of them in their beds. We took great care to kill the strongest we could take down in a single attack, before we were noticed. Than when were noticed, there were about 15 left. Most of them were higher level than us. But the strongest one was alone and had followed us to the city square. At that point he was five levels higher than us, but it was also four on one and we had Cupidite's blessing. So we won, barely. And while we had been fighting, a crowd, containing among others our remaining targets. So while we healed up, I addressed the crowd. I told them why we had done it and then I called the others out. I told to come forth and face us. It was stupid, but it worked: They couldn't get to us all at once, because the heroes in the crowd, who didn't approve of their actions, but were to cowardly to stand with us, obstructed them. After about ten we had to start retreating, but the people let us pass, so we could recover some health and position us in a corner. When it was over I had 1 HP left and was level 9, about one squashed rat away from level 10. Ever since then Cupidite has taken a liking to us. Right now they challenged me to seduce a follower of Anari into breaking her vow of chastity.”

While she had been talking you had walked to the tavern together and were now standing in front of the room for three.

“So”, she said, “It's finally time for the awkward questions: Do you want to share a tub with us, in the knowledge, that we'll tease each other … sexually.”

You did your best to pretend to be on the fence: “Uhm, what would be the alternative?”

“The alternative is, that you have the tub for yourself and we remain fully clothed, when we go to the bath.”

“I think I would like sharing the tub with you... If we fit in there together.”

“How do you feel about getting intimately close to one or maybe even all of us.”

“I … I'm not sure. I fantasized about a situation like that, ever since I met you, but now that you're straight up offering, I feel … intimidated? Scared?”

“Okay. So we'll take it slow. Don't worry, she does her best to not look like it, but Joylanda can respect boundaries.

The 'Bath Tub' was more of a pool, round and about two meters in diameter. You tried not to think, how Schlch could release you and the cubic meter of water you had been in into the pool and then shed his armor and plop his uncompressed volume into the full pool, without it spilling over.

Helga watched as you turned around a few times in the pool and the began slowly stripping out of her since recently skintight armor. She was rather tan, her dark brown fell down behind her, when she took of her helmet. Next were her bracers and gloves. Her fingers were not long and thin, as was most associated with women, but short and strong. Her arms were thick and strong. She knew, what you were looking at and started pumping her muscles a little. She undid the straps, that held her breastplates in place while flexing her biceps. Her breasts were big. They had obviously been exaggerated by her cosmetic armor pushing them up and the fact that she herself was so short made them look bigger still, but they nonetheless more than doubled the circumference of her torso. Her proportions were a bit odd: Her torso was almost as wide as that of an adult human, but obviously shorter. Her limbs were short even in relation to her body, yet she looked in no way childish, as she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a muscular stomach. Last to go were her pants, revealing strong legs and thick hips. Before entering the tub, she addressed you again: “Remember: If you're overwhelmed or anything, we can go slower or stop. It's no fun, if you don't enjoy it, too.”

Then she stepped in at the far side from you.

“Everything good so far?”

“Yes. I think I'd like to stay in the middle. When are the others coming?”

“I wasn't the only one, who wanted to show off: They are waiting at the door to be called in. I think the next one would be Athariel. Should I call her in?”

The fact that you were a creature with no organs to breath air through, currently breathing water, did not stop you from getting a dry throat. You tried to nod, then realized, that that gesture required a head on a neck: “yes.”

Athariel was the polar opposite of Helga: Whereas Helga was as dark-skinned as could be believed from someone who was born underground Athariel was a light-skinned as someone, who spent their entire life under the sun. Athariel was tall, but thin. Thinner than Helga. Her hair was blonde and not hidden under her helmet but fell in braids over her shoulder.

Even the way she stripped for you was the opposite of Helga's: While Helga had taken her time with each article showing of her body one part at a time, Athariel began dancing and took of her armor in a matter of seconds. She then continued dancing for a few more seconds while opening her braids. With the braids open it was revealed how long her hair actually was. When she held still for long enough it reached over half the way down her back.

Her breasts, while definitely not small, were smaller than Helga's. Large enough to swing like a pendulum, when she let them, small enough that she could contain them in her hands instead of merely covering her nipples.

When she finally got into the tub, she made a show of it: She lifted her right leg until her legs were at an 180° angle, presenting her shaved pussy, before she stepped in. As she let herself down into the water, she moaned, as if she was being massaged. It took you a moment to realize, that she was in fact being massaged, by Schlch.

The next to come in was Joylanda. She was easily the shortest member of the party, yet you'd say her body was somewhere between Athariel's and Helga's. Her proportions were similar to the elven woman, though she was in relation to her height a lot wider. In total that made her still thinner than Athariel, but she had a pronounced waist and big boobs that definitely could compare to Helga's.

Her method of stripping was focused on the end result. She spun around. After turning around once everything beneath her cloth was unequipped, by the second rotation the cloak and hood were gone as well. She made three more slow pirouettes to show her naked body off and then she already jumped in.

“Ariadne, get in here!”

“But...”, it came from the other side of the door.

“Come on, you know, what you've got! From what I can tell Nimis is as nervous as you are!”, Joylanda kept encouraging her last remaining friend.

Ariadne finally came in. Of course the glimpse you caught of her was still firmly in your memory, but it was nonetheless just as beautiful to see a second time. The gnome was wearing a robe and a cloak and like Joylanda she decided to get out of the cloak last. Now that you could compare, you could see how Joylanda could doubt her attractiveness: She was not as muscular or toned as her friends. That said you definitely loved her body. Her boobs were even bigger than Helga's and even though she could best be described as 'round' or 'soft' she was not fat, but still had a clear hourglass figure to show. Instead of pirouettes, like Joylanda however, she merely closed the cloak and then began opening it slowly to reveal her naked glory underneath. Only now, that she took of her hood could you see, that her hair was not brown, as you had assumed, but framed her head in curly red locks.

At last she too got into the tub.

It was quit tight, you could not stop yourself from making contact with anyone, even if you actually wanted to, though you still did try. Then Helga grabbed one of your arms, and pulled it towards her breasts: “Listen: Things like this, when everybody knows, how it's going to end are always awkward. It's like a buffet, where everybody knows it's delicious and it's meant to be eaten, but nobody dares to go first”, she was rubbing your arm in between her breasts with one hand, “But somebody has to go first”, you finally found out, what her other hand was doing: She had slid up to Joylanda reached around her and was groping her right tit with her right hand. Joylanda reacted, by shutting Helga up with a kiss. You relaxed your arms and felt them drifting against the bodies of the other two. Than you felt a new hand on the arm, that had started kneading Helga's left boob. It was Joylanda directing it down.

You withdrew your hand in a bit of shock, mumbling: “I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm sorry!”, Joylanda said with a look of regret on her face, “If gone to fast for you. I SHOULD have taken my time to find out your pace, but now I might have spoiled your mood.”

“NO! I mean. You didn't spoil my mood. It's just. I'm still not sure how to think about sex with humanoids.”

“See, and all I thought was 'He has twelve limbs and there are four of us'. How about you start out with only one or two of us?”

“That's probably for the best”, you mused. After all, you were absolutely not sure, whether you could receive pleasure from 'sex' with these women. You looked around. It was obvious, that they understood and were willing to leave.

Which left you with one question: With whom do you want to have your first time?