Commodore of Arrowhead Citadel, Ilmarond Royal Navy
Laying a hand on the shoulder of the woman beside him, the white-haired elf, his face ruggedly handsome if weather-beaten straightened and gave a salute, walking over to greet them. "Gaeros, Commodore Gaeros, but call me Thrandel. Malinda told me about the battle you and the Princess fought. Color me impressed and grateful. We lost a lot of good men, but we wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for your bravery and fortunate timing. I think Port Eldarion will be in good hands."
Looking to Arion, he extended his hand and said, "Sasha and Lureene are names I've heard from the Master Chief, but I don't recall yours." Nodding to the brooch pinning the scribe's cloak, and quickly sizing up a few other details, he inquired, "You military?"
Lureene returned the smile of their host and nodded in reply to the introductions by their host. "Sareth, your hospitality honors my companions and I!" She turned to look at the blonde half-elf lady and her companion. "Malinda, Commander Gaeros, your thanks are much appreciated but not necessary. I and the Princess did what needed to be done."
She looked at the other unfamiliar faces and continues, "While we have crossed paths before with a couple of your guests, I believe a formal introduction is needed." She indicated her two companions. "This is Master Arion, the royal Scribe for Princess Kirmoon...and my escort this evening. And this sparkling jewel is Ms. Sasha Nevah, my bodyguard and close friend!"
This advances beyond my expectations! Excellent, Lureene! She stepped forward and engaged my plans as if she had read my thoughts. Next maneuver, the lancers press the key targets...
The stress from the struggle of his force of will -the attempted invasion of his mind- Arion shook off, along with the reactionary ire from what he considered rude behaviour on the part of the impudent hostess.
Control, precision, patience. After all, You wanted to avoid revelation of Your magical aspects. Let it go. Remember the training: 'Do not allow the opponent to coerce useless actions, do not let the mind linger upon the oblique.' All of this, especially Lureene's behaviour thus far, works to our advantage.
Arion took the Commodore's hand, strongly, with slight indications of friendly support. With his other hand, Arion held up the military signals with which an independently contracted member of support and logistics would salute the highest echelon, replying respectfully, "It is our pleasure to support our military. I look forward to Her Highness' further collaborations with Your valiant aegis. An honour to meet You heroes, and to find You in such distinguished company.
For, there he is; The Lord Minister, Hior Celadrendir. As our carriage today passed by a certain stately mansion, one of the most interesting sites upon our arrival, I at once inquired as to which Dignitary had been granted such a prestigious position - at once so near the Palace and, seemingly, within an estate established from the earliest of colonial periods here. The inquiry returned a biography of a Lord of exemplary pedigree and devotion to the Kingdom. Over two full tenures of governors past, through conflicts and expansions, this master Treasurer has more than kept this region afloat in the turbulent seas. Surely, facing the economic struggles brought on by no fault of his own - those damnable swarms of locusts and other enemies - this is where our Lord over the Treasury shall surely be seen by posterity as one of the saviours of our way of life here. It shall be most exiting to stand at Court, witnessing history as it is forged, with our Princess wishing to strengthen our Military, enabled by the superb expertise of such a veteran Lord Minister of the Treasury. "
Arion swept his smile upon Lureene and included her in the collaboration, attempting to aid her maneuvers in Diplomacy, saying, "In company of such paragons, knowing that these brave leaders have already fought side by side with our beloved Lady Ourson, close companion and friend of Her Royal Highness, ah, it heralds such a hopeful future!"
"...An honour to meet You heroes, and to find You in such distinguished company.
For, there he is; The Lord Minister, Hior Celadrendir...."
As Arion rambled on, Sareth and his other guests stood quietly by, respectfully waiting for the loquacious courtier to conclude his saccharine monologue. Only the Master Chief, Malinda, belied any annoyance, eyebrows raised as if she was being lectured on protocol by a 2nd lieutenant fresh out of officer's training.
When he finally stopped talking, she merely raised a glass and said, "Cheers," before draining it completely. Nodding to the Commodore, she said, "If you'll excuse me, I need to power my nose. Good to make your acquaintance again, Lady Ourson."
With a nod from the Commodore, she walked off quickly, although one more familiar with the establishment might have noticed that she walked clear past the privies.
Sense Motive DC 19 G 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22 H 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32 M 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22 S 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
"My My," the treasurer said, eyes still mere slits and lips pressed into a thin-lipped smile, "I shall have to speak with Master Petronius about what sort of work his men are doing. I can't imagine her Highness will be well pleased if my humble estate is garnering more praise than the palace. And here I thought the repairs were coming along quite nicely."
Turning his head but not his gaze slightly towards the retreating soldier, he commented, "Obviously my ostentatious displays of wealth do not sit well with Ms. Ardagnir, you have my apologies, Thrandel."
Although it escaped the notice of Lureene and Sasha, it was readily apparent to Arion that the treasurer did not enjoy being called out in such a fashion, especially when his office must already under a great deal of scrutiny due to recent budget shortfalls.
Bluff 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Sense Motive DC 25 R 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29 L 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 S 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Commodore of Arrowhead Citadel, Ilmarond Royal Navy
The Commodore merely chuckled and motioned for the newly arrived guests to sit with them. "Not at all. Ardagnir and I have an understanding. She handles the soldiery, and I handle the courtiers. She's just holding me to my end of our deal."
"So," Sareth seized hold of a break in the conversation, he pulled out the chair beside him and addressed Lureene with a smile, nodding for her to be seated, "how are the Princess and you finding Port Eldarion so far, Lady Ourson?"
Lureene returned the smile of the rather dashing host with one of her own, dazzling the room with its glory. "You are too kind, Sareth." she glances around idly at the other guests and then glances down at the scene below. "To be honest, my good Sir, I have not had much opportunity to...experience Port Eldarion in the brief time so far. In fact," She turned back to face him, a practiced look of emptiness of thought on her face; one more interested in the shallow pleasures of life. "This is the first opportunity I have had to enjoy the night-life!"
To Sasha, Arion openly, in a volume all could overhear, said,"How gallant of You. If my wise Princess favours You as a most trusted commando to watch over her dear friend Lady Ourson, I must also trust in Your strategic seating advice."
Arion stood between the table and seat, waiting, adding,"Yet, please, dear Sasha, we await You Ladies to be seated first. Hopefully our drinks and Your hooka shall arrive presently."
"Oh Tut?" Sasha scooped him up, hugging the grinning simian to her bosom. Sitting down like the handsome elf had insisted she answered, "Well he's one of Lis– uh... Princess Alis' pets. His name's King Tut! Cute, huh?"
Even as Sareth gave a wan smile, there was a sigh of adoration from the returning hostess, a tall hookah with a silver body and a jar of swirled red and white glass, in her hands. After setting the device in front of the redhead, the mouthpiece respectfully pointed away from her, she crooned, "Oo-oooh! What an adorable little monkey! He's precious!"
For a few moments, she knelt by the redhead, happy to pet his golden head. It was only the sound of her employer clearing his throat that ushered the young elven woman back into her role as a dutiful hostess.
Eyes sparkling in the dim light, she rose to her feet in a single, graceful twirl that ended with in a bow. "Please, enjoy your hookah, Ms. Nevah. I shall return shortly with your drinks."
"A pet monkey, and an otherworldly handmaiden... I see our Princess' has a love for the exotic. Tell me, Lady Ourson, and please take no offense at my curiosity," the treasurer said seating himself after the succubus had done so, "but is it some pact that binds you to our Princess, or does some deeper bond move her?"
While Sasha was too busy bubbling away at her waterpipe to pick up on Hior's innuendo, it was not lost upon Arion or the Commodore and least of all upon Lureene. He might just as well have come out and asked if the Princess was bound to her.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
Sense Motive Checks: R 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 S 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
G 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27 S 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17
Lureene turned her gaze to the elf treasurer and looks at him for a brief moment, not replying just yet. Her gaze is not offended though, merely amused. "Well, Lord Hior, I must be truthful here. There is a bond between the Princess and I, and it is a strong bond indeed!" She allowed just the barest hint of a smile appear on her face as she added, "Perhaps you have heard of it? It is the bond of friendship... or of family if you will. One shared between people who are concerned for the welfare of one another."
Arion was thankful that he had not been drinking at that moment, lest he had spewed involuntarily. He leaned forwards far enough to be certain to look Minister Celadrendir in the eyes and, after a wink, looked at Sareth as he said, "The Lord Treasurer must have some well informed contacts. I see that the rumours surrounding the illustrious tales of high adventure involving the newly arrived Court have been researched here. Speaking of contact; I wonder whether the noble owner of this establishment would at some point this evening introduce us also to other influential guests. With the recent vacancies among our aristocratic circles it would be splendid if we found new candidates for....or perhaps that topic is best left for other settings. Perhaps I should defer to the good Lord Minister's further inquiries of our angelic diva."
As he spoke, Arion's right hand slid below the table, along Sasha's left thigh, resting upon her lap.
Between Lureene's artful diversion and well-masked insult, and Arion's not-so-veiled threat, there were several moments of tense silence.
It was only the bubbling that accompanied a particularly long draw of flavored smoke, that broke the aura of silence that seemed to swallow the balcony.
Unaware, or perhaps uncaring, Sasha leaned closer to Arion, crossing her right leg over his hand and pressing it close between her thighs. With a crooked smile, eye lingering on the pink lipstick on his right cheek, she held out the gold mouthpiece to him. Blowing smoke to the side, she asked, "Care for a taste, Ari?"
Sense Motive DC 35 S 1d20 + 2 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 5 = 12 familiarity
G 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20 H 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27 S 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27
Perception DC 34 G 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (4) + 20 = 24 H 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31 S 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Sense Motive DC 24 L 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 S 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
G 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33 H 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34 S 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36
"My my," the Treasurer said, waving a hand apologetically, "such scary faces, perhaps spirits have dulled my tongue. It is no secret her Highness arrived in the company of celestials, half the city heard her refrain in the language of Heaven. I thought it natural to wonder if perhaps you were the agent of some higher power that she served."
Bowing in respect, he said, "Perhaps I should be on my way lest I embarrass myself further."
As he turned to go, the minister hesitated and glanced over his shoulder, eyes opening just wide enough to reveal a hint of pale blue. "I do wonder though, what could you have thought I was implying that you took such offense?"
Although it slipped past the distracted redhead, it didn't take a genius to realize Hior was implying that Lureene and Arion's reactions were indicative of some hidden, guilty secret involving the 'angelic diva'.
Innuendo DC 15 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Sense Motive Checks: R 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 30 L 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19 S 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
G 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21 S 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29
Eyes smoldering at the elf's verse, the scent of chocolate and strawberries clinging to her, the redhead quietly flexed her well-toned thighs, raising her eyebrows suggestively, as she ran the mouthpiece of the waterpipe along her lower lip. Never looking away, she took another hit of the flavored tobacco, left hand working its way up to his neck, long fingers lightly coursing thru the small hairs beneath his pale tresses.
Even as Sareth smiled and waved his hands to defuse the effects the Commodore's raised voice had had on the festivities, she whispered, "Well maybe the three of us should go explore some private places together then, huh?"
With a wink, she leaned forward, supporting herself on Arion and affording him an enviable vantage of her curves. "Oh your Ladyship? Maybe we should go enjoy ourselves in private, don't you think?"
When Lureene turned to looks Sasha in the eye, there was no mistaking that redhead's intentions involved the three of you, no one else, and no more holding back — she wanted you both, and she wanted you now!
Commodore of Arrowhead Citadel, Ilmarond Royal Navy
Still too flustered to pick up on Sasha's innuendo, the Commodore commented, "Yes, perhaps I should go catch up with Ardagnir. No doubt we will speak further in the future."
Bringing his heels together, the Commodore snapped a salute to Lady Ourson. "A pleasure to meet two of the heroines responsible for saving our city. You are as brave as you are beautiful. Good evening to you."
With that, he clapped Sareth on the shoulder and said, "We'll take our drinks in our usual room. Put my new friends' tab on my check too. Least I can do."
Sareth nodded his head, and seemed to brush aside a lock of stray hair, though someone more observant might have noticed it was actually a bead of sweat that he wiped away. "Oh it wouldn't be proper to bill special guests that I myself invited, yet I'm sure her Ladyship appreciates the gesture just the same."
As the military man walked off, heading up a more distant stairway to a still higher floor, the proprietor quickly sized up the situation, the meaning of Sasha's words not lost upon him. "Yes, I can well imagine some privacy might be in order, especially given all you have endured getting here."
Looking up, he spied the elven hostess returning with a silver platter balanced in one hand, and a frosty silver urn containing several bottles hugged against the bare skin of her opposite hip. "Ah, excellent timing, my dear. My friends would like to enjoy some privacy, but they have only just arrived and it would be a long, hard walk ahead of them. Why don't you show them our luxury suites upstairs."
S Bluff 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (15) + 16 = 31
Perception or SM Checks R 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21 L 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 alertness S 1d20 + 12 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 2 + 2 = 23 human, urban
As Lureene gazed into her friend's eyes noting the passion and desire dwelling with them, she is surprised not by the emotions felt by the huntress but moreso the timing.
Well, THAT did not take long! Arion must have the soul of a poet and the heart of a lion...he will need such talents to survive an encounter with...US!
She rose to her feet and gracefully returnedd the Commodores' salute. "And a good evening to you as well, Commodore." She then gave their host a beatific smile. "Sareth, I am hopelessly flattered by your hospitality! Rest assured, should you need anything from me, you need but ask!"
Once the party has moved up the stairs following the alluring hostess, she squeezed her friend's hand and quietly said, "Thank you, Sash for allowing me to...accompany you this evening." The note in her voice is thankful, and the redheaded huntress realizes Lureene is still afraid of being rejected.
Sareth bowed low at the compliment, and when the Lady Ourson extended her left hand, he removed his right glove and gently took her hand by the fingers. Resting the tip of his thumb lightly between her knuckles, he laid a kiss there, respectfully planting it on his own thumb rather than daring to brush her hand with his lips.
"You are too kind, your Ladyship. Please extend my hospitality to her Highness as well. It would be my honor to host her next banquet."
As the three of you ascended the stairs, some walking perhaps a bit more gingerly than others, the noise and music from below faded away. Now your footsteps now fell upon luxurious Loxpharian carpet. The mahogany-paneled room in which you found yourselves was as wide as the tavern and shaped like a half-moon. The far wall, curved around, its surface inset with a half-dozen doors, all closed. Between them, hanging from gold-plated rods, were tapestries of far-off lands. Along the straight wall that ran perpendicular to the stairs, there there floor-length, one-way windows of smokey glass that looked out across the balcony and the main floor below.
Beneath the tall, coffered ceiling was a small dance floor, currently vacant, over-sized silk pillows scattered around it for any who might wish to reclined. Above, two chandeliers fashioned from dark, inky crystal, painted the semi-circular room in dusky hues, their magical lights reminiscent of the night sky.
Almost invisible within the intimate dimness, you could make out two more of the giant, ebony-skinned guards, one beside you, another by a similar staircase at the far end of the room. Swiftly and silently, the one beside you relieved the lithe young elf of the chilly urn she carried and walked with her to a doorway at the far end, where upon he knocked twice and entered, setting the urn on a low table beside the woman's silver tray.
The room was reminiscent of a gentleman's solar. Couches upholstered in the finest burgundy leather were arrayed about the room, and there were numerous silken cushions for those who preferred posture of a different kind. With a smile, the woman drew back the hunter-green velvet curtains to reveal a breathtaking view of the palace's south wing, the edifice basked in moonlight.
Arion OR Perception DC 25 (—):
Upon the whispered breath of a message cantrip, you could hear Sareth's voice, "Perhaps later I might offer you my consultation upon these vacancies of which you spoke. I do have the ears of many after all."
After the huge guard had made his way back outside, the silk-clad hostess turned with a flair of her hips, lilting notes chiming from her dancer's sash.
"I hope you find this room to your liking, my Lord and Ladies. You shall have perfect quiet and privacy here, Master Sareth has spared no expense. If you require anything," she ran her hand down a cord of braided satin that hung from the ceiling, "simply give this a tug. One for refreshment, two for my master, or three for the guards."
Upon reaching the door, she turned and asked, "Would it please you for us to entertain your guards, or...?"
As the guard moved towards the exit, Arion leaned out of the window slightly, as if to get a view and breath of air. He then returned to face Sareth's servant. Freeing, from another pocket within his jacket, a beautifully embroidered silken pouch, bound with strings of sable and interwoven gleaming gold, Arion slid out several gemstones which he handed to the hostess, saying,
"It would please us for these to be given to Your Employer. We have roving patrols who will rendezvous with us at appointed times. Your attentiveness be rewarded."
Waiting for the others to leave, when alone with Sasha, Lureene and King Tut, Arion began to inform them kindly, "We have several options now, the thoughts of many being very pleasing to me. I would like to stay here and explore...options with both of You. What say You? But first, if You would bear with me, it would be a disservice to our Princess, to all of us, if I neglected to explore our surroundings properly, so that we might thoroughly enjoy the evening later."
Arion then stepped with his back to the closed door through which they'd entered and cast the Detect Magic cantrip, aimed throughout the room.
Sareth OR Perception DC 25:
During the effects of the message cantrip, while leaning out the window, Arion had whispered in reply, "Oh, what insight, noble Master Antirel. You would be an ideal counsellor for that purpose. Please accept these gems as advance upon worthy services."
Oddly enough, when Arion leaned out the window of the room, feigning to gaze off towards the palace, he could clearly hear the sounds of fiddlers playing in the nearby courtyard to the east, yet the sound of the elven woman jingling about were completely lost until he had pulled his head back inside. If the women had heard his whisper, they made no response.
Instead, the hostess merely smiled from behind her veil and curtsied in gratitude as she accepted the boon for her master. Upon recovering, she asked, "Is there any message you wish me to convey, my Lord?"
When it was made apparent that no message was necessary, she left the same way she had entered, pulling the door closed behind her as she departed. Once she was gone, and his intentions made clear to the women, the mage began to study the magical auras within the room.
The first and most noticeable effect was of a moderately powerful abjuration that filled the room — mage's private sanctum. That alone certainly lent credence to the hostess' claim that Sareth had spared no expense in ensuring his guests' privacy, it cost as much to make such an effect permanent as the transmutations with which he had enchanted his rapier!
Next there was the silver urn the hostess had carried. It too was enchanted, the vessel carrying a faint transmutation that maintained a constant temperature perfect for chilling the bottles of champagne and assorted white wines within.
Similarly, there was another spell, a faint glamer cast upon a statuette of a nymph that stood atop a shallow table near the pull-cord, although it's purpose eluded him.
Beyond those, the only other auras he could note were those upon your persons, and moving around the room did not reveal any further auras. Likewise, a quick inspection of the wines and hors d'oeuvres you had been brought, and of the cushions revealed no evidence of tainted food, poison needles or anything of the sort. The room appeared to be as clean as it was luxurious.
"Oooh..." Crooning happily, Tut hopped down from Sasha's arm and up onto the cocktail table whereupon he began helping himself to some chunks of banana in a small dish that he no doubt deemed his and his alone.
Gone was the scribe, releasing a laugh at the adorable monkey's excitement.
I'm right there with you, mate. Time for a long awaited repast, no matter how deeply we delve into the dishes. Wherever this wassail may lead, every moment is heaping treasure upon treasure.
A deep and satisfied sigh was exhaled as Arion removed his cravat. Soon followed his jacket and accessories, laying them across attractive furnishings nearest to the cord descending from the ceiling. The agent in him subsided, relaxing, untying the front of his shirt, preparing to remove it, while saying to Lureene, "Of all partners with whom I have danced, our teamwork tonight has been most gratifying; A waltz aboundingly harmonious. You anticipated the lead triumphantly. I had considered asking Sasha and Yourself for the pleasure of a dance or two upon their public floor. Or a moonlight flight for all of us across the water. But now, here, with such a sense of privacy..."
His elven senses tingling with all the stimuli in the romantic suite, sky-elf yielded to sylph soul and raised an aromatic slice of cheese from the platter, caressing Sasha's lips with it, fully delighting in the alternating impressions of the cheese and the curves of her lips, her delicious expressions....he began to dine with his senses upon her features..."...there are sumptuous cushions that seem to call my name, beckoning my head towards gilded pillows..."...he hinted as his eyes found the exposed acclivities arching beneath their gorgeous faces.
Lureene sighed in contentment once the three of them were left alone. As she leaned over watching Arion remove his clothing, the look on her face was somewhat...pensive. When she heard his compliment on their teamwork, her self doubt vanished to be replaced with gratitude. She slid behind the man, enjoying every movement of his slender lithe body. Her breath brushes lightly against his ear as her shapely fingers finished the task of unbuttoning his shirt. Sliding it off of his arms, her finely manicured nails, painted a glossy pink, started exploring his upper chest and roaming over his silky skin.
"Yes, Arion, we do make a fine team!" Her husky voice, breathy with desire, echoes softly in his ear. The spice of cinnamon and more exotic flavors he had scented earlier in the evening growing by the moment. She motioned to the lobby where she had seen the unoccupied dance floor. "I would enjoy another dance with you...my LORD! Preferably a longer one." She then looked over to the refreshment table and added, "Or perhaps a drink?"
Glancing on the other side of him, she sees Sasha enjoying her own pleasures gifted by the handsome elf.Her face breaking into a smirk, she slid her left wing around both HER huntress and the sensuous gentleman and caressed the redheads back. "Surprise, Sash!"
Whilst Lureene's hands caressed Arion's lean torso, her wings forming a golden veil encircling the trio, Sasha's wolfish green gaze threatened to consume both elf and succubus. Drawing close, she pressed herself up against Arion, her left hand finding the small of the curvaceous Lureene's waist, pulling her closer, the elf between them.
Rising up on her toes, lips close to Arion's ear, the scent of strawberries still lingered on her breath. Eagerly, her right hand squeezed the hand that had moments before tantalized her lips. Slowly, she lowered it to her hips before leading it back up the contours of her corset. "Why don't we save the drinks for later Ellie," she growled softly, her gaze finding Lureene's. "I think we'll want to remember this dance..."
As her teeth tugged upon Arion's earlobe, she guided his deft fingers to the center of her back and the laces that cinched her corset tight. "What other tricks do your hands know, Ari?" she whispered.
...and if these were the conclusions of blessings bestowed this day, yet my offerings of gratitude should rival a dragon's hoarde...how beautiful, the blushing beneath bare skin!
One elven hand loosened the laces behind Sasha and the other slid behind Lureene's neck, moving her face to meet his as he kissed her throat, her chin, her lips. With a swell of magical enhancement Arion's body grew more agile, graceful and comely. Taking full advantage of the momentum, all three coryphées pressing towards each other, he maneuvered Sasha's lips beside his own and silently suggested she join him in a downwards quest along buxom bounties below.
Amid the sublime touches, softly the bass of Arion's voice was heard, with playful intonations, "This does help my research into a new transmutation: 'Hithraen's Ever-Increasing Climaxes.'"
From special and supernatural powers learned within his Arcane Enhancement School, the Transmuter alternated augmentations of his Dexterity and Charisma
Arion's kisses had an electrifying effect on Lureene's body. As his lips press against her own, she parted them eagerly allowing him to explore her mouth fully. Truly she reflected it had been many months since she had felt this way when she was in the arms of a wandering Xerech warrior, a man whose ring still adorned her finger.
His words drew her back to the present where she watched the pleasing effects of his transmutive spell. Her voice dripping with barely controlled passion, she gasps, "WELL! I do believe such a spell has quite a useful application here. However, I wish to test its effectiveness...not to mention its duration!"
She allowed her body to fall backwards onto one of the sumptuous cushions strewn on the floor of their suite. Panting heavily, she pulled back from the brink of complete loss of control so to allow Arion and Sasha to partake of the pleasures of her body.
"Mmm, well what have we here?" Eyes gleaming in the candlelight, Sasha took Arion by the hand, pulling him down with her as she eagerly joined the succubus upon the cushions, lips and fingers exploring Lureene's flawless form. A soft moan from Lureene, and the sensation of something hard digging into her thigh caused her to hesitate for a moment, rolling onto her back atop one of Lureene's wings.
"Forgot about my kukri," she whispered. Laying beside her best friend, she looked up at the elf above them, and biting one finger pleaded, "Can you get that off for me, Ari? Careful, it's reeaally tight..."
As the lithe elf joined the nubile women on the floor, low voices punctuated with gasps and squeals of pleasure, King Tut merely gritted his teeth, wringing his tiny hands anxiously. Looking away from their shifting, writhing forms for a moment, he discovered an as yet unpeeled banana and began undressing it only to hear a painfully loud and high-pitched, "Oh ffffff-huuuuck ma-EEE-heee!" escape the huntress.
The noises only escalating, the little monkey dropped his banana and covered his ears with both hands, turning to see what was the matter.
Yet the things that were being done with the hilt of the red woman's blade, the strange position into which she had wrangled the blondes, and their rhythmic, quickening movements caused the little fellow's mouth to gape wide in shock. Quickly, lest he alert them as surely as he was alerting his own mistress, the gold-crowned simian covered his mouth with both hands to keep from crying out.
And he was supposed to be the animal?!
Minutes or hours, all concept of time seemed lost as the tiny monkey tried to comprehend the mating rituals of the three pale ones. One moment the elf was on top, the next both the women were atop him. It was during one such instance, when the winged woman was on top, head thrown back, and wings spread wide, concealing whatever Sasha was doing, that Tut was able to shake himself out of it.
Quietly, he picked up his banana in his tail, grabbed a strip of cloth that had gotten torn from something, and scooped up some beeswax that had dripped from a candle the three had been playing with. In short order, the wax had stopped-up his ears, the cloth had been tied in a blindfold, and he was finally free to plug his mouth with his banana. Even if his mistress could sense his distress, at least Tut would neither see, nor hear, nor speak no evil... or whatever it was the three others were up to...