None for Aliara, thanks

For a moment, Aliara considered it. She shouldn't have been surprised. The adventurer's life was long periods of boredom and privation punctuated by short bouts of terrifying danger. It had a way of forcing people together. She'd been with a fair number of her party members of the years, sometimes as a one-time way to release stress, sometimes more long-term. That was part of the appeal of life on the road: the freedom to pick your dalliances when and where you chose.

That made her think of her most recent party, and that made her think of Teysa. Teysa, as she had been, tall and strong and smiling; Teysa, grey-skinned, many-legged, staring at Aliara when she thought the half-elf wasn't looking. Teysa, her expression filled with longing and sorrow. The grin that had been tugging at the corners of Aliara's mouth went limp. She shook her head.

She shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, "I appreciate the invitation, I really do. But I-"

She had been about to say I have someone waiting for me at home. But that wasn't really true, was it? Not anymore. She hadn't touched Teysa or let Teysa touch her in months.

So why did this feel so wrong? After a fight like that, usually the best way to get the adrenaline out of her system was to slip under the sheets. Was she just becoming a prude in her old age? Or was she just not ready for that kind of contact with anyone?

"I- I can't," she finished lamely. "Sorry."

Talia looked crestfallen, but recovered quickly. She shrugged. "More for us, then," she said, uncorking the vial and tipping it down her throat. "Hope you're a heavy sleeper."

"Talia!" Lotho barked. "What are you doing? This isn't some burlesque. You should respect our guest's wishes."

"Pike it, Lotho," the gnome grumbled. "I almost died today jumping on the back of that damn thing! So I'm gonna take my tonic, which I've been looking forward to for a week, and if Miss Too-Good-For-Talia here has a problem with it, she can stick rocks in her ears!" She reached into a pouch at her belt and withdrew two more clinking vials. "Now who else wants some?"

"Please, don't forbear on my account," Aliara said. "Really, I don't mind. I spent years on the road. I know how it is."

Lotho raised an eyebrow. "Well, if you're sure..." He beckoned to Talia, who tossed a vial towards him. His hand shot out and snatched it out of the air. He thumbed loose the stopper with practiced ease and tilted the vial back.

Rhuyem and Kurk, too, accepted vials of tonic. Rhuyem poured his into his tea and sipped at it; Kurk gulped his in one swallow and belched happily.

"So what happens now?" Aliara asked, looking from one of her new friends to another. "I mean, should I find a safe place to hunker down outside of the blast radius, or...?"

Lotho laughed, but Aliara could see color rising in his cheeks. Talia was fidgeting uncomfortably on her seat. "You should get some rest," Lotho managed, rising into a peculiar bent-over crouch. "We'll go find somewhere a bit more private. Don't worry about the fire, it'll go out on its own after a little bit." His last word dissolved in a strained gasp.

Aliara's companions took their leave one by one. Talia shrugged her bandoliers off over her shoulders, her fingers frantically working the clasps of her leather armor. Left alone, the half-elf smiled ruefully and shook her head. She knew she was in no position to judge, but it never ceased to amaze her what adventurers got up to away from the lights of civilization. It ain't all saving maidens from dragons, she told herself, and made herself comfortable on a bedroll. She pulled off her boots and flexed her toes one at a time, then shrugged out of her vest and peeled off her trousers. Left in her tunic and smallclothes, she pulled a travel blanket over herself and laid her head down on a leather satchel.

As promised, the brazier flame began to gutter and fizzle. A faint glow remained, a dim golden spark that fizzed and crackled. Aliara didn't mind. It reminded her of a firefly, the kind that used to buzz and sparkle around her head when she bedded down in a hedge somewhere.

That memory made her smile. Fighting today, not for glory or a cause but for cold hard cash... that had taken her back. Many a night she'd made bivouac after slaying some warlord or wizard, nursing her wounds and counting up the reward money in her head. Many a night, too, she'd mourned a fallen friend, or celebrated being alive the best way she knew how. Yes, those hedges had been thick and brambly, but they'd also been the site of some of her most treasured conquests.

She shifted uncomfortably. Why was she thinking about this now? It had been a while since she'd taken a tumble with Teysa. Not since the battle, at least. And she never had the privacy in the warren to take care of herself. Now, though, with her blood still up from the fight, she found herself squirming, an itch she couldn't scratch prickling at the base of her spine.

A tiny noise caught her ear-- a soft sound, cloth sliding over rock. It was accompanied a moment later by a faintly echoing giggle. Her ears perked up. To her own horror, she found herself straining to hear more. Come on, Aliara, you perv! What are you doing? She tried to shut the noises out, but to no avail. Her hearing was sharper than a human's, and she found her head filling with lewd images to accompany the faintly heard sounds. She squeezed her eyes shut and stuck her fingers in her ears, but the images did not vanish. They only grew more imaginative and wanton. Finally she could take it no more. She climbed to her feet and padded silently in the direction her companions had gone.

I'm just going to ask them to be quiet. That's it. She tiptoed past the bulk of the stonewyrm. In the flickering firefly glow it seemed to move, to slither around. The impression was so real that for a moment Aliara forgot about her errand and froze, her heart in her throat.

It's just the shadows. I'm paranoid. She shook her head to clear it and tiptoed onward.

The sounds were growing louder now, loud enough that Aliara could no longer tell herself it was just her imagination. She heard a murmur of voices and a wet squelching sound, a sound that conjured up all manner of lurid visions. From the sound of it, they were coming from a grotto up ahead, just off to the one side. A pale glow, like reflected moonlight, poured out of a hole in the wall of the tunnel.

Aliara knelt down and crawled the last couple of feet. She would stand up in a moment, of course, and clear her throat politely. Or perhaps rap her knuckles against the stone. Anything to get their attention so she could ask her polite question and be on her way. She just wanted to get a look at what they were up to.

A rocky spur projected from the edge of the cave entrance, and she huddled behind it. Holding her breath, she peeked around the corner and into the grotto.

The first thing she saw was Rhuyem's staff. It had been propped up against the wall, and the pearl at its head glowed with soft silver light. The light shifted slightly, like moonbeams reflecting off a still pond. It filled the grotto and gave Aliara a perfect view of the people inside.

Kurk was easy to spot. Shed of his armor, he looked even larger, an imposing mountain of a man with an enormous belly beneath a broad chest as wide as a whiskey barrel. The hair that thatched his chest and stomach was as dark and thick as his beard. He was sitting down facing her, leaning back against the cave wall with his arms spread out. He didn't see her, though, because his head was upturned, his eyes closed, a foolish grin plastered across his face.

The other three figures knelt between his legs. Kurk's thighs were the size of young tree trunks, and covered in the same hair that forested him everywhere else. Rhuyem, by contrast, was a pale, slim figure, nearly hairless aside from the perfectly formed coif atop his head. His limbs were clean and long, his skin smooth. Aliara could see the bumps of his spine pressing against his skin as he bent over. He had one hand on Kurk's thigh, fingers spread, and was rubbing it back and forth, his fingers curling through the hair.

Next to him, Lotho was a much more imposing figure. His soft-spoken demeanor had pegged him in Aliara's mind as a fop, and next to Kurk, any man would look small. But looking at him now, Aliara could see the muscles cording his upper back, the way his biceps flexed as he stroked his arm up and down. Old scars criss-crossed his body, most of them faded almost to nothingness, but a few fresh and livid. His coal-black curls tumbled down over his ears and neck like cataracts. As Aliara watched, he bent forward and began bobbing his head back and forth.

In between the two kneeling men was Talia, standing proudly on the balls of her feet with her hands on her hips. Without her form-concealing armor, her curves were obvious: her compact body flowed in a voluptuous hourglass shape, flaring out at hip and bust. She half-turned, giving Aliara a look at her from the side, and the half-elf bit her knuckle. Talia's breasts were perfect, gravity-defying teardrops capped with slightly pointed nipples, stiffening in the cold Underneath air. Her butt swelled outward into a pair of beautifully formed globes that jiggled slightly as she stepped from foot to foot. Her face was as pouty as ever, but in the gentle silver light her heavy-lidded expression seemed more sultry than petulant. "Come on!" she hissed. "Let me!"

Lotho pulled his head back with a wet pop and knee-walked over a couple of steps to make room for the gnome. As he did, Aliara caught sight of Kurk's manhood, and her breath caught in her throat. She had been expecting something special-- the size of him certainly suggested a generous endowment-- but the sheer scale of his cock took her aback. The omnipresent hair was here, too, forming a dense thicket at the junction of his thighs, but sprouting from that thicket was nothing less than a mighty oak tree. It was reddish, though whether that was the result of nonhuman ancestry or mere exertion, Aliara could not guess. The base was as thick as her wrist and it actually widened along its length. The head, still glistening with Lotho's saliva, was a perfect oval shape, smooth and red, a thin trickle of precum leaking from its slit. Kurk flexed and his cock bobbed up and down, and Talia let out a giggle. "Hold still!" she commanded, and reached up to grab it with both hands. Even together, her stubby fingers could not close around the shaft. She can't mean to try... Aliara's mind rebelled. She thought back to her own impregnation at the hands of the Matron, and the feeling that she might burst at any moment. The memory made her shudder, but it also called forth a familiar warmth at her core. She settled down to watch.

Talia pulled down until Kurk's formidable organ was pointed directly at her face. On her either side, Lotho and Rhuyem turned to watch her. "I can't believe you do this," Rhuyem muttered. "Lotho, I can't believe you let her."

"Let her? My dear Rhuyem, how am I supposed to stop her?" Lotho chuckled. "Maybe our dear little alchemist is part snake. Or maybe she just lost her gag reflex after years of testing out her own potions."

"I don't mind," rumbled Kurk. "Gods above and below, she's got a throat like a velvet pillow! You boys are missing out."

"Quiet!" Talia commanded. "I'm concentrating." As Aliara watched, the gnome opened her mouth and leaned forward. The back of her head obscured what she was doing, but Aliara could guess. There was silence for a moment, then Lotho and Rhuyem gasped in unison.

"She's done it!"

"Four inches at least! Must be a record!"

Talia let out a gurgling noise and held out one hand with her thumb sticking up. She began to bob her head back and forth in short spurts, each one accompanied by a wet slurping noise and a sound like glllllllk! As she began to pick up speed, she made impatient "hurry up" gestures with both hands. Rhuyem and Lotho, both kneeling, straightened out on either side of her.

Both of them were bottomless, and both were hard as rocks. Lotho's penis was of average size, but well-formed, his pubic hair neatly trimmed. His round cockhead bounced up and down as he shimmied forward. Rhuyem, by contrast, had a more slender rod, as hairless as the rest of him and just as pale. The fluid that leaked from its tip was bright silver and shimmered in the moonlight emanating from his staff. His hips were surprisingly wide, given the rest of his ectomorphic frame; his thighs were narrow but perfectly rounded, with a cute pair of alabaster buttcheeks that projected outward almost as far as Talia's. No wonder he wears a robe, Aliara thought. He'd probably attract as much attention at the market as she does. In this light, the delicacy of Rhuyem's features was even more pronounced: a short, upturned nose, full lips, and round cheeks with just a hint of color. He was beautiful, and Aliara felt her heart skip a beat.

Talia closed one fist around each jutting cock. Without removing Kurk's organ from her mouth, she began to stroke her other two companions. At first, she worked like a piston, pushing in on one while she pulled with the other hand. All the while, she bobbed forward and back. Back and forth, forward and back... her movements were starting to make Aliara a little seasick, but the half-elf was fascinated, too. The heat was rising between her legs, and her thighs felt unaccountably damp.

Lotho's hand snaked around behind Talia and cupped her calf. She paused for a moment, then resumed her frantic movements. He finger-walked his hand up her leg, moving with deliberate slowness, and she spread her legs shoulder-width apart to accommodate him. Aliara watched, mesmerized, as Lotho's fingers drew closer and closer to Talia's cleft. She realized she was holding her breath with anticipation.

Lotho paused with his hand between Talia's thighs, then curled his fingers around and thrust them upward with sudden, shocking speed. The gnome let out a gurgling squeak and raised herself up on her tiptoes. Lotho's palm cupped one smooth pink butt-cheek and his fingers began pumping in and out. Now the gnome was surrounded on four sides: her throat distended by Kurk's cock, her hands full servicing the other two men, and her pussy plundered by Lotho's skilled fingers. She quivered like a leaf in a high wind, and the sounds escaping her cock-stretched lips were little more than animalistic whimpers.

Rhuyem shuddered and reached out with one hand, imploringly, like a drowning man. Lotho took it and Aliara saw his knuckles whiten as he squeezed. Rhuyem let out a short, sharp cry and his cock twitched sharply. A thin, watery wad of cum burst from its tip and splashed against Talia's flank. She did not slow down her furious strokes, but angled Rhuyem's penis upward so that the next burst splattered against her right breast. A moment later Lotho groaned as he, too, began to cum. His own seed was thicker, stickier, erupting in spurts that painted Talia's left flank in white. She let go of both men's members, but they remained upright of their own accord, launching volley after volley of spunk to coat her from chest to navel. Rhuyem's issue was thinner and glazed her side, dripping down her thigh; Lotho's thicker cum stayed where it landed, glazing Talia's breasts and leaving long strands criss-crossing her belly.

She ignored both and raised her hands to Kurk's balls. Aliara could barely see them on the other side of Talia's head, but even from a distance she could tell that they were the size of ripe apples. Talia jiggled them from hand to hand and massaged them with her fingertips, even as she **** another three inches or so of rock-hard meat down her throat. It must surely be in her stomach by now! Aliara thought. The gnome had an impressive capacity, that was for certain. Aliara wondered if, like herself, Talia had been magically reinforced.

Kurk threw his head back and roared, a primal sound of release. It was impossible to see his cock, buried as it was nine inches deep in a gnome, but Aliara could hear it: thick, liquid sloshing noises echoed from Talia's belly as the massive Kurk drained his balls down her throat. She remained impaled on the cock for a moment or two longer before pushing herself backwards, using his balls as handholds, and pulling what seemed like an impossibly quantity of dick out of her throat. Coughing, sputtering and gasping for breath, she stumbled backwards. A waterfall of cum poured from her mouth, coating her chin and dripping down onto her tits to mix with the batch already there. And Kurk had not stopped ejaculating. A thick strand of semen flew through the air and landed in Talia's hair; before the second one could join it, Rhuyem had grabbed the spurting cock and directed it towards his own face. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth like a man trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. A wad of ejaculate the size of Talia's bunched fist splattered against his face and he licked at it greedily, using his fingers to spoon more into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Talia had toppled over backwards. Lotho's fingers were still inside her, working rapidly back and forth, and she writhed to and fro. Her eyes were tightly shut, though whether that was from concentration or if they were merely glued shut, Aliara couldn't tell. She rolled back and forth and beat her little fists against the cave floor. The moans that were escaping her now sounded like nothing human; she sounded as though she were being torn apart by some wild beast.

"OOOOoooooowwwwwhooooaaa!"

The gnome arched her back and thrust her hips skyward, Lotho's fingers still inside her. "WaaaAAAAAHHHH!" she yelled, and to Aliara's great surprise, a veritable fountain sprayed forth from her sopping pussy. The half-elf blinked, unsure of what she'd just seen. She'd been with plenty of women over the course of her life, and had never known one to do that!

After that impressive crescendo, Talia seemed to calm down a little. Lotho withdrew his hands and licked his fingers languorously, while the gnome twitched and sighed with each aftershock that tore through her. Kurk's astonishingly copious ejaculation had finally ended, leaving all four companions sticky and dripping. Rhuyem was still retrieving errant dribs and drabs of cum from his face and neck with his fingertips and bringing them to his mouth.