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Adella can’t help but be fascinated and excited by the unabashed debauchery surrounding her. Still holding hands with Courtney, the ladies ease their way along the wall so they can see some of the other activities.

As they creep along the wall, the friends keep their eyes fixed on the spot where Stewart had been covered by three writhing naked women. They see him indicate with his hands that the two women who are perched on his face should move. As they do, his face comes into view, wet with perspiration and the juices of their pussies. He is breathing heavily but obviously enjoying himself. He braces himself with his elbows and begins thrusting his hips upward into the young woman who is straddling his waist.

Adella and Courtney are so transfixed on the sight that they fail to see the couple directly behind them. If they had looked, they would have seen one of the female guests on her knees with her hands braced against the wall as a masked man fucks her hard and fast from behind. Since they were looking at Stewart, however, Courtney steps backward without looking and trips over the young woman. With a sharp cry, Courtney falls over, pulling Adella with her. The friends tumble over the rutting couple and lay on their backs on the floor.

The girls are certain that they have just been discovered, but all they managed to do was cause a momentary interruption in the steady slapping of flesh against flesh. The couple was either too focused on their intercourse to notice or too accustomed to having other orgy participants bump into them that they don’t bother to look to see who tripped over them.

Adella rolls toward Courtney and starts to get up, when she sees something that takes her mind off of the sex party. Ghostlike, she sees a pair of disembodied hands in front of her. One of them is holding her own. As she watches, it seems as if flesh is growing from the hands, forming wrists and developing into forearms.

“Courtney! Your potion is wearing off!”

Adella feels Courtney’s hand release hers and sees both of the hands come together as her friend brings them to her face for examination. “Oh dear!” exclaims Courtney. “What is happening?”

Adella feels a trickle of perspiration on her forehead and unconsciously begins to wipe it away. As her hand comes up, she freezes in horror. “It’s happening to me, too!”

Courtney, who is becoming more visible by the second, says, “We must not have taken enough of the potion! We must get out of here immediately!”

The girls scramble to their feet, which have also become visible. Adella says, “At this rate, we will be fully visible before we can get to the door. We must hide!”

Courtney’s hand points toward a nearby table. It is adorned with food and drinks, as well as a large, half-filled basket. “Look! There are some extra masks. We can each take one and wait until our bodies are fully visible. Everyone will assume we are guests. We can borrow a couple of sets of clothing and leave, claiming that we’re not feeling well.”

Adella agrees with the wisdom of the idea, and they hastily snatch two masks and duck under the table.

Under any other circumstances, the sight of two women slowly appearing out of nowhere would be the center of attention. Since they are the only two people in a crowded room who are not engaged in sex, they succeed in ducking under the table. There, behind the cover of the tablecloth, they wait for several breathless minutes as the last of the magical potion leaves their bodies.

“I think we should try to leave now,” says Courtney. Adella agrees, and the ladies put on their masks. They slowly lift the tablecloth and peeking out from under the table. Both girls feel quite self-conscious being nude in public. At the same time, each of them would have to confess to feeling a certain naughty thrill at the prospect.

Courtney places her hand on Adella’s arm. “My princess, I blame myself for our predicament. I should have been more diligent in obtaining instructions from Rezkin about the use of the potion. There is no telling what the consequences of this misstep may yet prove to be.”

Adella says, “Do not fear, my friend. We shall make haste to the wizard’s home where he will certainly be able to remedy our error.”

“Indeed,” agrees Courtney. “I fear, however, that it may be difficult for us to get away from this place unmolested. If we are separated, promise me that you will go on without me. It is more important that you get his help than it is for me. If that happens, I will wait for you in your chambers.”

The princess assures her friend that such planning is premature and unnecessary, but at Courtney’s insistence, she promises to do as her friend requested.

They crawl out from under the table and begin to get to their feet. They get only as far as their knees, however, when one of the men step in front of them. He is standing so close that from their position, the ladies’ field of vision is completely filled by his bare legs and — most noticably — his semi-erect penis.

“Well, well, well,” he says. “It looks like you two have been enjoying some ‘alone time.’ What a shame I wasn’t available to join you. Fear not, for I now find myself completely at your disposal.”

The man’s penis stiffens as he speaks, but that isn’t what most catches Adella’s attention. She looks up at the masked face of the man, but the mask cannot disguise his voice. It is her youngest brother, Prince Duncan.

Duncan extends both hands to the ladies. “Let me help you up, my dear ladies, and then, perhaps you can do the same to me.” He gyrates his hips slightly as he speaks, making his cock wag suggestively in front of them.

When the ladies look uncertainly at each other, Duncan says, “Unless, of course, you’d like me to join you under the table?”