Yes and then it's a new day, new shenanigans

Jax woke from deep slumber to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window. Someone had left it wide open. He looked around and, with a start, realized he was all alone! In a growing panic, he grabbed his canvas trousers and wool shirt, putting them, ran to the door, ran back to snatch his spear from the floor and then raced downstairs.

"Look at the lover boy, finally waking up!" Gamla greeted him. Relief on his face, Jax sat down at the table where the other Blue Fists were eating. "Have some porridge, you must be starving", Milla cooed at him, pushing a bowl over. Jax nodded his thanks and attacked the food. The bard was right, he was as hungry as a wolf. "Do you always eat breakfast with your spear", Issande teased him. He shrugged sheepishly. Now that he thought about it, everyones packs and saddlebags had been in the room - he had just panicked, thinking that the Blue Fists had left him behind. After filling his belly, Jax absent mindedly followed the others back up. He threw himself on one of the beds, enjoying the fact he didn't have to do chores for the inn. He could certainly get used to life like this!

He did perk up when Issande, without a pause, pulled her tunic over her head. The Shadowdancer was completely naked underneath it, her amazing breasts and dark bush visible. Jax looked around and realized that it was only him and the women in the room - Gamla and Connerad had stayed downstairs. Milla followed suit, tossing her robe aside. Both women knelt next to the tub of water and proceeded to wash themselves with wet cloth, chatting amiably at the same time. Obviously not caring at all that Jax could see them.

He shrugged - after the orgy last night, modesty probably wasn't very high on their list of priorities. He shouldn't make a fool out of himself by staring like the country bumpkin that he was. Determinedly Jax stared at the thatched ceiling, that is until he heard the swoosh of silk and realized that the twins had disrobed as well. One shouldn't miss a chance like that, he argued with himself and turned to look. Now that he had ample time, he could really memorize their bodies in detail and compare & contrast them to each other.

Milla and Issande were both taller than the elf twins whose slimness was almost inhuman. The half-elf was just a tad shorter than the human woman, whose very impressive breasts were also larger, not that Milla's were small by any means. They were both curvy and fit, Issande being nicely muscled, her abs especially impressing Jax. Milla was softer, though not plump. The still unnamed witches were, by comparison, almost alien in their appearance. Their eyes were a different shape and brilliant green in colour, their bodies lithe and slim, their limbs fragile looking. The elves wore their long hair free, flowing down to their tiny butts. Issande had a thick braid whereas Milla favoured a high ponytail. Where Issande had a bush of black hair over her private parts, Milla had a sparse covering of golden hair and the twins had nothing!

Just then the door cracked open but Issande reacted lightning fast, one of her daggers sinking into the doorframe. Jax could hear Gamla grumbling but the berserker pulled the door shut. Which startled Jax - if the girls didn't want the guys seeing them naked now, why was he allowed to ogle them? He had no answers.

"Hey", he started, unsure of himself. "Uh, even after what happened last night, you won't let Gamla and Connerad here now?" Jax asked, perplexed. The four women looked at each other. "Well after-dungeon orgy is one thing", Milla answered him, "but now it's a new day and it's back to business as usual" - "Uh but you don't mind me being here?" The women all shrugged. Jax shut his mouth - why should he rock the boat and endanger the privilege of ogling the four beauties?

Milla and Issande both pulled on leather trousers and boots, the former a set of brown ones and the latter a set of black ones. The elves were content with moccasins made of some material that Jax couldn't recognize. Milla then pulled on a bustier to keep her bust in place, Issande tying up the laces. The Shadowdancer wore a dark blouse, over which she threw a thick vest. The bard went without one, instead merely wearing a cloak, which she closed shut over her upper torso. The elves wore the same robes, helping each other with the veils. Few moments more of packing their other clothes and gear away and the ladies were ready to move.

"Finally!" Gamla exclaimed as the door opened. The mountain of a man ignored the opportunity to wash himself and instead just threw on a tunic, over which he wore a gleaming breastplate. Connerad packed away his doublet and put his scalemail suit on. Jax frowned at them: "Are we expecting trouble on the road?"

"Nah lad, nothing special but there's always the risk of bandits or a wandering monster coming down from the mountains. Better to be little uncomfortable on the road than be surprised with your pants down", Connerad explained. Jax nodded, it made sense.

The dwarf remained behind to settle their bill while Jax and Gamla went outside. The girls had already gotten the horses out - one to pull the little cart that had their belongings and three more for riding. The twins were already sitting at the back of the cart and it didn't take long for Milla, Issande and Gamla to have their saddles in place. Jax realized he didn't own a mount nor did he have the money to buy one - not that the inn had anything for sale anyway. Sheepishly, he clambered on the cart as well. The sun was shining brilliantly down at them. Before Jax had time to grow bored, Connerad appeared, climbed onboard and flicked the reins once. The convoy headed west.

"Sorry to bother you two", Jax started after watching the Winking Maiden disappear behind the horizon, "but I don't even know your names. Don't you think we should remedy that?" He shot them a smile and put his hand forth. The elves looked at each other before turning to him. "You would not-", started one, "-be able to pronounce them properly", continued the other. "But you can call her Kara-", said the first one, "-and her Tara", finished the second. Jax put his hand away and nodded. "So Kara and Tara, okay. And you're twin sisters?" The duo nodded. "Twins are rare among Tel-quessir-", answered Tara and Kara continued "-but even rarer among Ar-tel-quessir". "Yeah, I get that, they aren't that common among humans as far as I know", Jax explained but the duo cut him off: "You do not understand, it is not comparable. Two or three human women out of hundred will have twins. For Tel-quessir it is one out of five hundred and for Ar-tel-quessir, perhaps one out of a thousand. Each Ar-tel-quessir birth of twins is a historical event, recorded at the Temple of the Seldarine in Leuthilspar" - the explanation was difficult for Jax to follow as Kara and Tara kept up their maddening habit of finishing each others sentences. He had no clue what the strange names meant, either.

"Okay it's a big deal. You're giving me a headache - how about if we just make out instead?" He said, laughing at his daring joke. Imagine his surprise when Kara (or was it Tara?) leaned against him and kissed his lips. Not one to question his luck - though he was starting to wonder - Jax went along and realized that he definitely enjoyed kissing both elves. He lost track of which one he was kissing as the twins tasted identical and switched often enough. Jax fell on his back on the cart, his erection uncomfortable in his trousers. After an aeon of making out, he could stand it no longer and pushed the trousers down, releasing his aching manhood. Pulling Tara (or was it Kara?) tighter against his face, his other hand pushed Kara lower. Jax blew out air in relief as he felt the cool fingers wrap around his quivering dick, soon followed by lips kissing the shaft and tip.

But it wasn't meant to be - a loud shout interrupted them and the cart came to a halt.