The pussies are out of the bag…

You and Hunny tumble gracelessly out of the magical bag, landing on a soft tufted grass, your limbs, mouths, arms, snatches and sundry orifices erotically entwined. The sudden cessation of coitus and the unprecedented lack of stimulation cause you to both to gasp and shudder, blinking like fresh woken somnambulists in the unwelcome light, your hot sweaty bodies still craving carnal release. Something is pushing painfully into your pretty ass.

Dervish had already started to prepare camp, the sun edging closer to the horizon and the sky turning pink.

Dervish keeps trying to empty the bag and frowns when it becomes evident that less has come out than went in. “What kind of idiot keeps a bag of devouring,” he wonders looking from you to Hunny.

Hunny points at you, trying to hide her betraying pointing finger with her other hand. -Bunny- she mouths.

Your turn on her. “Dobber!” You accuse.

“Am not!” She says to you. Then she turns to Dervish “She’s a naughty girl. I’m a good girl,” Hunny says sotto voce to Dervish.

“I can see that,” Dervish observes, frustration waxing. “So. If I was to tell you lovely ladies that I was taking you both to Luln to sell you at the **** market, what would you say?” He asks.

“Yes please!” Says Hunny.

You look at him and tilt your head. “Don’t you think we’re sexy…?” You ask. He didn’t want to be their master.

“Oh I do. Very much. But I like my girls with a little bit more between their ears.” He tells you.

“I was smart. Like a wizard. I can be smart if you want…” you say.

“Really. I’d like to see that,” he says, turning away to tend to his horse.

“Yes master,” you agree. You reach beneath yourself and found the ring of wishes. If he wanted you smarter… his wish was your command… and your wish. You held the ring as you watched him.

Hunny watched you and then him. “Masters don’t like bad girls. They like good girls.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re a bad kisser. You don’t know how to use a dildo. And your boobs are lopsided, one is bigger than the other!”

Hunny looks down at her breasts aghast and clutched them in concern. “Uh uh. My breasts are perfect. Dervish, my boobies are perfect right,” she tried to thrust them in his face for him to inspect them.

Dervish got angry. “Both of you be quiet. That’s an order. Or I’ll put you back in the bag of devouring and it will eat you up!”

You both close your mouths. You point at Hunnys breasts and then make cups with your hands, one clearly bigger than the other.

Hunny makes a silly face at you.

“Stop being such bimbos. Go to sleep! Now.” Dervish snaps,

You both obey.