Was that even a question?

No true gentleman would interrupt.

Thankfully, you were a fox, not a man.

With a grin and a leer, you scurry stealthily up the path to the shrine.

Just because your prospective prey should be too distracted to notice you was no reason to get sloppy. When one was as heavily specced for stealth and ambush tactics as you were, it paid not to assume.

Keeping to the shadows and whatever cover you can find, you carefully scout out the shrine.

While the sounds seem to be coming from around the back, you still check every nook and cranny of the shrine, just in case there was someone inside keeping watch. The last thing you could afford right now was to get counter-ambushed.

Finding the shrine empty of people, you then, finally, follow the sounds of sex to the small courtyard behind the shrine that held a substantial well made of good stone, a long, sturdy wooden table, a couple of benches, and just beyond that, a bamboo fence that seemed to lead off to some kind of herb or vegetable garden.

And, of course, dominating the scenery were the noisy people engaged in raucous sex.

It was a full fledged orgy. Well, an orgy at least, you were not quite sure if it qualified as full fledged.

There were five people fucking. Three adventurers and two fox maiden shrine attendants.

The fox maidens were fairly typical specimens of their thrice accursed kind - generally human-shaped, red furred, fox eared and tailed, triangular faced, very buxom and around your height. You dismissed their importance almost immediately. They were the half-breed get of the treacherous Changeface tribe, who not only betrayed the entire Kemono-kai to the invading humans, elves, dwarves and the rest of hairless apes, but also prevented the rest of foxkin from awakening the avatar of Tenko O-kami in it's Yako aspect.

Two of the adventurers were fairly scrawny, leading you to believe neither of them held a class that could take much damage.

They were, currently, spitroasting the younger looking of the two shrine lay-priestesses over one of the benches. You could feel your mast raising at the sight of that one's long, glossy, madly swaying golden red tail with tip the colour of the freshest snow, and the barely visible dark, puckered asshole at it's base.

The final adventurer and the more mature looking of the two traitors were a spectacle of their own.

He was exceptionally tall - easily over seven feet, skin of darkest ebony, bald as an egg and with pupiless red-orange eyes.

She was hanging with her back to his chest, her legs hooked around his neck, and arched backwards so she could take his swollen member into her mouth.

It was a fancy kind of 69. And, in your considered opinion, an awkward and nigh useless case of explicit showing off. Due to the sheer difference in their sizes, he had to half crouch and hunch over, just so she could take barely more than the tip of his cock.

Sure, he had an impressively big dick, and she was equally outstandingly flexible, but at the end of the day, was there even a point of the position they assumed? You doubted the pleasure compensated for how uncomfortable it must be for both of them. You were getting phantom cramps just from watching.

That said, passing judgement over and criticising upon their sexual prowesses was but a minor thread in your thinking.

The was majority of your brain was preoccupied by the disbelief and celebration at the fact that the adventurers - all three of them! - were so supremely foolish as to dis-equip all of their gear.

Well, not all of the gear. You still spotted a few rings, and the big baldy sported a pendant and some nice earrings, but beside that, they were as bare as the day they were born.

The only strips of cloth in evidence were the rumpled and gathered miko uniforms on the two fox maidens.

Other than that, there were no weapons, no clothes, no armour, nothing whatsoever in sight!

It was a guerrilla fighter's wet dream. Figuratively and literally.

Still, it would not do to get overconfident quite so soon. Or ever. That way **** and respawn lay.

Taking utmost care to remain unseen, you ghosted over to a position where you could take your time with sighting and lining your shots.

Your perception checks showed that you were right considering the scrawny twosome - neither of them was a tank type.

Dirk Poignarde, Level 4 Rogue
Hero, Human, Active, Explicit
Time since created: 5 hours
Time Played: 5 hours

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Emit Y Rots, Level 4 Tomebound
Hero, Human, Active, Explicit
Time since created: 5 hours
Time Played: 5 hours

Rogues were bog standard stealth class, with a wide and deep array of advancement and specialisation options. Not quite a glass cannon, but just like you, good at dealing damage, not so good at taking it.

The other one was more interesting. You had only ever heard about Tomebound. They were supposed to be a versatile kind of spellcaster that gained new spells by sacrificing pieces of gear to their soulbonded Ancient Tome. Their supposed versatility meant that you had no clue just where on the glass canon metre they stood, but, ultimately, they were supposed to be utility and support, and you did not think he had any buffs activated right now. His mind seemed to be occupied with energetically stuffing his cock down the younger vixen's throat.

The final adventurer... Ho boy.

That one made your blood run cold.

Richard Greatbigstaff, level 8 Ember Archon
Hero, Cinderborn, Active, Explicit
Time since created: 41 hours
Time Played: 23 hours

Level 8 was a bad, bad, baaad deal for you. And, to make the matters worse, his class was one of the arcane warrior archetype.

While not as resilient as ordinary warriors, the bastards more than made up for the difference with magic resistance, and buffs.

Still, Ember Archons were almost exclusively melee specced, so if you could maintain your range...

As you were weighing pros and cons of engaging three people, one of whom was full three levels stronger than you, your mind finally caught up with what your sharp nose was trying to tell you, almost from the moment you came up on the bacchanalia.

No wonder you were having trouble controlling your libido, despite the fact that apes were most definitely not your type.

Pink. Moss.

You were smelling bloody fucking - pun entirely and savagely intended - pink moss fumes.

And for you to smell it clear over there, and for it to have an effect upon you, it must have been a strong elixir or potion of aphrodisia.

Your heckles instantly went up.

You might dislike the get of the traitors, and be at war with them, but there was absolutely no reason for the travesty you were witnessing.

Due to Tenko-sama's domains over love, fertility and ****, they were also granted an unofficial patronage over partying and debauchery.

All of the children of the great one - or at least the majority was so strong that the minority constituted a percentage so small as to be statistically insignificant -were libertine, easy and willing to engage in horizontal tango at the drop of a hat.

For fuck's sake, somewhere between two thirds and three quarters of the entire clergy of Tenko O-kami, both genders and miscellaneous support staff very much included, might as well be considered sacred concubines.

It was inconceivable - simply unthinkable - that someone - anyone! - would ever need to dose up a couple of fox maidens to get sex. Even if these two in particular were not interested - which, frankly did not really ring as plausible - it was not as if it would have been all that hard to find a couple others who would be willing, ready and rearing to go for a birthday suit tumble.

And to do so in one of Tenko-sama's shrines?

No, some things simply should not be allowed to stand, ever.

You picked up four arrows out of your quiver, keeping two of them firmly out of the way in-between your off fingers, and the final one lightly between your front teeth, so as to minimise your reload time as much as you were physically capable off. The final one you sighted directly at the baldy's back.

As level 8, he was the most dangerous one, so you intended to dedicate three arrows to him, just in case, and the fourth you intended to shoot at the Tomebound, since he was an unknown.

The rogue would probably have enough time to reequip at least some pieces of armour before you would be able to draw the fifth arrow, but, hopefully, at that point the other two would be, at the very least, hurt severely enough that you would be able to deal with them in the second volley, before they had a chance to become threats, and you were confident in your ability to, if not win against an adventurer a level your inferior, than at least **** him to flee.

With your resolve affirmed, you took your time lining your shot, and released the arrow with your breath.

Without even a thought of pause, you set up your second arrow, drew and shot, then your third.

You almost lost your cool, as the baldy let out a loud animalistic grunt, but at that point you were already committed, and had no time nor thought to dedicate to anything but your intended course of actions.

Thus, you missed how you had killed the tall Ember Archon right as he started ejaculating.

Your final readied arrow flew straight and true to lodge right into the rapidly thrusting man's throat. An immediately lethal critical hit!

As you were frantically pulling another arrow out of your quiver, you confirmed that the baldy was already gone.

New arrow notched in place, you were stupefied at finding that the rogue had not seemed to notice anything.

Thankfully, your body was well trained and capable of carrying on, even when the rest of you was knocked askew by the sheer incredulity.

Your final shot turned out to also be an intermediately lethal critical hit.

Even as you lowered your bow and stared ahead, not even daring to believe just how big of a lucky streak you had running, you were bombarded by two almost simultaneous *ding*s of level up.

Whoa... just... just whoa.

You were absolutely stuck dumb and without words, momentarily rendered incapable of moving a single muscle, other than your rapidly descending lower jaw out of sheer, unadulterated glee, shock and surprise.

Unfortunately for you, all luck tends to even up, eventually, and to your great misfortune, it appeared that the piper wanted his payment 'right the eff now, thankyouwerymuch!'

You were forcefully brought out of your stupefaction by getting enveloped with shackles of divine power. Brightly glowing ones at that, which meant you could not shadowform out of them.

The two shrine maidens had apparently managed to approach you while you were temporarily lost to the world and used some kind of magic to capture you.

You internally screamed, silently calling yourself nine different kinds of an idiot and a feckless, careless, incompetent kit to boot.

"Now, now, that was very rude of you young Shadowfur, interrupting our merriment like that. And after we went to all the trouble of turning the table on the adventurers and feeding them their own love poison back. Tut, tut, tut... How do you intend to make it up to us for that..." The elder one crooned in a husky voice that seemed to completely bypass your ears and go straight into your hindbrain where it did...things. Hot and humid, and awfully distracting things...

Forcing yourself back into control of... well, yourself, you finally did what you should have to start with, and turned your perception upon the two sultrily grinning women, instead of dismissing them out of hand, like an imbecile you had been.

The elder's status made your stomach drop, and turned your blood into liquid nitrogen.

Hayami, level 15 Priestess of Tenko O-kami
NPC, Quest, Beastfolk, Fox, Explicit

Keiko, Level 5 Shrine Maiden (Tenko O-kami)
NPC, Quest, Beastfolk, Fox, Explicit

Not only was the elder more than twice your level, thrice the level you had before coming to the shrine, but both of them were apparently fullblood Changefaces. Actual half-breeds would not have been labelled as beastfolk.

"I am so very fucked, aren't I?" You groaned pitifully.

The lascivious smirk upon the priestess turned positively wicked.

"Funny you should say that!" She sing-songed in that breathy, arousing fashion. "I do believe you owe us some entertainment. For your wellbeing, I do hope you will be able to oblige..."