A fully-clothed Shae answers the door and smiles to see you.
May I... come in?" Lio asks, shyly. Hovering in the doorway, nervously looking at Shae. Wondering how her present was received.
"Lio," she murmurs in your ear, her motions becoming faster, more insistent. "Oh, Lio. Annwyl. Keep ... doing ... exactly that."
Lio continues to do, exactly, that. Meanwhile, her free hand trails down, nails running along your spine, fingers then running along the valley between your cheeks. Down further, to pick up moisture from your very wet clit, and back a little, to find your rear entrance, which she enjoys so much, in male form, for it's incredible tightness. Her middle finger, caresses along the perimeter to spread your moisture there, and then darts inside you, and comes back out, and goes back inside you, faster and faster, over and over while her thumb does the same to your clit.
"May I... come in?" Lio asks, shyly. Hovering in the doorway, nervously looking at Shae. Wondering how her present was received.
"Of course," Shalelu says, stepping aside so you can enter. "I've just been ... cleaning myself up."
Lio's hands find your wrists, and take a hold of them. Before you know it, your wrists are being held behind your back in a strong hand, while the other hand runs over your breasts, teasing the nipples with light pinches.
"Lets see if there's any truth to those rumors..." Lio whispers into your ear as the powerful tail tightens, and you feel something between your legs. With a powerful thrust of Lio's hips, it enters you, whether you're prepared for it, or not, and then expands.
Her breasts strain towards you. Her breaths grow short.
"OH my!" Shalelu says involuntarily as you expand inside her, her eyes widening.
Lio continues to do, exactly, that. Meanwhile, her free hand trails down, nails running along your spine, fingers then running along the valley between your cheeks. Down further, to pick up moisture from your very wet clit, and back a little, to find your rear entrance, which she enjoys so much, in male form, for it's incredible tightness. Her middle finger, caresses along the perimeter to spread your moisture there, and then darts inside you, and comes back out, and goes back inside you, faster and faster, over and over while her thumb does the same to your clit.
She ceases to be capable of words, and animalistic noises come from her throat. Her hips move in what would practically be a blur if they were visible. Her mouth finds yours, hungrily, desperately, her tongue thrusting in.
The feast proves to be primarily raw meat, much to the delight of, at least, Silmemir, Attatoq, Xanderghul, Skygni, Reta, and Zaiobe.
Bormurg explains how Katiyana found him when he was outside observing the unusual storm, and ... in a part of the account that seems oddly short on details ... possessed him and took over his body. She forced him to rally the Yeti tribe against "the hunters coming for their pelts," and made him build a small altar to her strange god in secret on top of the stone throne.
Those of you who can understand the other Yeti find them mostly disturbed by what happened, and relieved that their chief is no longer under the control of an inimical being.
Alaric eats the bare minimum of raw meat to maintain politeness. "If you like, I can help you dismantle the altar," Alaric says.
"Of course," Shalelu says, stepping aside so you can enter. "I've just been ... cleaning myself up."
"Oh well ...I ...uhm." Lio is clearly at a loss for how to respond to that. Luckily you're alone in the wagon, and have an evening of alone time... so maybe she'll come up with some words eventually.
She steps inside, careful not to brush against you. Blushing hard when she glances over to the bed, and sees the little present is not in the exact spot it was where she left it.
Her breasts strain towards you. Her breaths grow short.
"OH my!" Shalelu says involuntarily as you expand inside her, her eyes widening.
Lio's hips move, and securely wrapped in his tail, you have no where to go, no place to escape to. As the very wide shaft he thrust into you, glides back and forth in your wetness, never leaving your pussy, he whispers to you "Do you know what comes next?" His thrusts are hard, he's not being gentle. His width fills you to the brink. He is long, so that the end of each thrust ends with him just bumping the very end of you, causing a strange pleasure-pain that feels amazing.
If any of the meat is piscine in nature, Mel eats that. Otherwise she is all smiles, but doesn't eat.
When Alaric and Zaiobe come into the wagon, they find Mel, looking slightly guilty, Alaric's deck of cards in hand. She holds up the cards, "I was thinking of a very friendly game of poker?"
She ceases to be capable of words, and animalistic noises come from her throat. Her hips move in what would practically be a blur if they were visible. Her mouth finds yours, hungrily, desperately, her tongue thrusting in.
Lio's mouth opens under your ministrations. Her tongue dances with yours. She breaks the kiss, just long enough to softly, half moan, and say, "I want to be, inside you. Come, inside you." She doesn't shape change, not without your permission. Her hips continue to move, her fingers tormenting your lower lips, darting in and out. Taking you close to orgasm, yet not allowing you over the edge.
"Oh well ...I ...uhm." Lio is clearly at a loss for how to respond to that. Luckily you're alone in the wagon, and have an evening of alone time... so maybe she'll come up with some words eventually.
She steps inside, careful not to brush against you. Blushing hard when she glances over to the bed, and sees the little present is not in the exact spot it was where she left it.
"Would you like to inspect my work?" Shalelu asks, perfectly straight-faced.
Alaric eats the bare minimum of raw meat to maintain politeness. "If you like, I can help you dismantle the altar," Alaric says.
Bormurg says gravely.
There is no fish at the meal; it consists of mountain animals, such as goat and Feral Yowler.
The feast proves to be primarily raw meat, much to the delight of, at least, Silmemir, Attatoq, Xanderghul, Skygni, Reta, and Zaiobe.
Lio has no qualms about eating raw meat. She particularly enjoys it if it's red meat. Although she's happy to eat any other kind as well. Sitting next to Shae, she'll occasionally steal a morsel from the other elf's plate. Because everything looks better when Shae's holding it. The look in her eyes is one of those annoying lovey-dovey ones.
Lio doesn't understand the Yeti, thought she is fascinated with them, when she can tear her gaze away from Shalelu.
Lio's mouth opens under your ministrations. Her tongue dances with yours. She breaks the kiss, just long enough to softly, half moan, and say, "I want to be, inside you. Come, inside you." She doesn't shape change, not without your permission. Her hips continue to move, her fingers tormenting your lower lips, darting in and out. Taking you close to orgasm, yet not allowing you over the edge.
"Yes," Shalelu moans. "Yes. Take me. Come in me!"
"Would you like to inspect my work?" Shalelu asks, perfectly straight-faced.
"Perhaps an inspection... is in order." She replies, and turns to make sure the door is closed and locked. Her blush has faded, she seems... more confident now. She removes her jacket and hangs it up in its customary spot.
Bormurg says gravely.
There is no fish at the meal; it consists of mountain animals, such as goat and Feral Yowler.
After the meal and after he is able to recover his spells, Alaric will consecrate the altar. Getting rid of that silly superstition and making it ready for Reason and Liberty.
Earlier, when Bormurg was telling his story, Alaric got the expression on his face Mel knows as "that annoying mind-reader look" but whatever he learned doesn't seem to have soured him on any of the yetis. He spends most of the meal speaking their language, although he keeps getting tripped up on their numerous words for snow.
Lio's hips move, and securely wrapped in his tail, you have no where to go, no place to escape to. As the very wide shaft he thrust into you, glides back and forth in your wetness, never leaving your pussy, he whispers to you "Do you know what comes next?" His thrusts are hard, he's not being gentle. His width fills you to the brink. He is long, so that the end of each thrust ends with him just bumping the very end of you, causing a strange pleasure-pain that feels amazing.
Shalelu is trapped completely by your strong hands and a tail packed with propulsive muscle. Each of your thrusts brings a grunt to her lips, an exhalation born of agonized ecstasy. Her eyes are still wide.
"Tell me," she manages to say. "Tell me what comes next."
After the meal and after he is able to recover his spells, Alaric will consecrate the altar. Getting rid of that silly superstition and making it ready for Reason and Liberty.
"Yes," Shalelu moans. "Yes. Take me. Come in me!"
"So impatient my anwyl." Lio laughs softly, as she carefully removes her fingers from inside you. She lifts you up a little by your hips, and then she kisses you again, and you feel her tongue changing, forking. Lio's firm grip, lowers you, and you feel two heads, one against each of your openings. Already slick with precum, Lio keeps you perched, teasing you just a moment longer, before thrusting his hips up, entering you, twice. He lets go of your hips, allowing you to move as you wish, and lowers himself to the ground, so you're riding him, and his hips move to your pace. His hands on your breasts, Lio kneads them, then rubs your nipples with lightly scaled fingers.
"She attacked me," Alaric says defensively. "But believe me, I much prefer hiding behind Rhost than making out with the enemy."
Rhost chuckles. He puts his hand on Alaric's shoulder. "Was magnificent," he says.
"Perhaps an inspection... is in order." She replies, and turns to make sure the door is closed and locked. Her blush has faded, she seems... more confident now. She removes her jacket and hangs it up in its customary spot.
Shalelu begins slowly disrobing.
Rhost chuckles. He puts his hand on Alaric's shoulder. "Was magnificent," he says.
"Was luck," Alaric says, but can't really hide the swell of pride.
"So impatient my anwyl." Lio laughs softly, as she carefully removes her fingers from inside you. She lifts you up a little by your hips, and then she kisses you again, and you feel her tongue changing, forking. Lio's firm grip, lowers you, and you feel two heads, one against each of your openings. Already slick with precum, Lio keeps you perched, teasing you just a moment longer, before thrusting his hips up, entering you, twice. He lets go of your hips, allowing you to move as you wish, and lowers himself to the ground, so you're riding him, and his hips move to your pace. His hands on your breasts, Lio kneads them, then rubs your nipples with lightly scaled fingers.
"Ahhh," breathes Shalelu, sighing with pleasure as you finally enter her doubly, scratching an itch she was feeling bone-deep. She places her hands over your hands on her breasts and presses herself into them, as she begins bouncing up and down on top of you.
Shalelu is trapped completely by your strong hands and a tail packed with propulsive muscle. Each of your thrusts brings a grunt to her lips, an exhalation born of agonized ecstasy. Her eyes are still wide.
"Tell me," she manages to say. "Tell me what comes next."
If anything, the pace of his thrusts increases. His grip on your hands tightens, showing you just how helpless you are against his advances, his fingers tease your nipples relentlessly. "I am going to impregnate you." He says, with all seriousness. His shaft throbs inside you, at his words, getting ready to do just that. His tone is sure, like it's a fact, this is what mermen do, and he is a merman, and he is taking you for his own, and you're going to enjoy every moment of it.
Shalelu begins slowly disrobing.
Lio adopts a casual expression, and picks up her notebook, and a pen, and turns to a blank page. She leans against the wall, as she watches you, acting dispassionately, like a drill Sargent might, when doing inspections. She's a poor actor, but she's having fun.
With a nervous smile, "I... I really would like to add one thing to our general rules... if it is okay with both of you." She swallows once, "Z... I don't know how much of what we do rather than just how good it feels comes across... but..." She pauses, turning a deep green, taking a minute before she can continue on.
"On Alaric's birthday... he and I did something that neither of us had done before. That Alaric had never done with anyone..." By this point Mel is a hot, bright, evergreen color. "I would like it if that was something that he only ever does with me..." her voice quiet, nervous, and not at all sure how poorly this will go over with either of her lovers.
Rhost chuckles. He puts his hand on Alaric's shoulder. "Was magnificent," he says."Was luck," Alaric says, but can't really hide the swell of pride.
Mel smiles against Alaric's armor.
Alaric attempts to cure Kalimac and Hrunndalf of Mummy Rot. He has prepared two castings of each spell in his four available 3rd level slots.
Remove Curse on Kalimac, DC 17:
Remove Curse on Kalimac, DC 17, second attempt:
Remove Disease on Kalimac, DC 17:
Kalimac is cured. But Alaric cannot attempt to cure Hrunndalf today.
The next day (Gozran 22), Hrunndalf will take Constitution Damage and Charisma Damage from his infected wounds.
Alaric will seek out Bormurg when he's finished altering the altar. "You and your people were willing to listen to reason during our battle, and because of it, we're leaving this place as friends. I wanted to find some way to express my gratitude for that, I've cleansed the area of Katiyana's influence and instead dedicated this place to Reason. I hope that's all right with you."
And after the failure on Hrunndalf, Alaric will attempt to cure him the next day.
"Ahhh," breathes Shalelu, sighing with pleasure as you finally enter her doubly, scratching an itch she was feeling bone-deep. She places her hands over your hands on her breasts and presses herself into them, as she begins bouncing up and down on top of you.
Lio gives off a very similar sigh of pleasure. When you press your hands into his, and his hands against your breasts, Lio begins to knead the two large mounds. It doesn't take much for him to be on the verge of exploding into you. His voice is all soft moans and harsh breaths. His grip on your breasts tightens as he gets closer. His shafts throbbing. "Come, for me." He gasps. Hanging on to the edge until he feels you coming. Until your muscles squeeze him as had hard as he's squeezing your breasts.
Mel smiles against Alaric's armor.
Alaric turns bright red. "Well, yes, but you're biased."
Lio gives off a very similar sigh of pleasure. When you press your hands into his, and his hands against your breasts, Lio begins to knead the two large mounds. It doesn't take much for him to be on the verge of exploding into you. His voice is all soft moans and harsh breaths. His grip on your breasts tightens as he gets closer. His shafts throbbing. "Come, for me." He gasps. Hanging on to the edge until he feels you coming. Until your muscles squeeze him as had hard as he's squeezing your breasts.
Your asking her to is what pushes her over the edge, her scream echoing in the midnight-dark cave as she goes wild above you, thrashing, gyrating, her inner muscles pulsating madly, her hands still clutching yours against her breasts.
"On Alaric's birthday... he and I did something that neither of us had done before. That Alaric had never done with anyone..." By this point Mel is a hot, bright, evergreen color. "I would like it if that was something that he only ever does with me..." her voice quiet, nervous, and not at all sure how poorly this will go over with either of her lovers.
<Certainly,> Zaiobe says, <At least as far as I'm concerned. That sounds like a perfectly reasonable request.>
She hesitates slightly. <It does ... touch on larger issues we haven't really discussed, however, I will admit.>
Lio adopts a casual expression, and picks up her notebook, and a pen, and turns to a blank page. She leans against the wall, as she watches you, acting dispassionately, like a drill Sargent might, when doing inspections. She's a poor actor, but she's having fun.
She undresses carefully and completely, folding her clothes neatly into a pile. She stands for inspection.
Untrained Skill check:
She has done quite a decent job of removing every trace of hair below her neck. It will take a Perception DC 20 check to find any she missed.
Your asking her to is what pushes her over the edge, her scream echoing in the midnight-dark cave as she goes wild above you, thrashing, gyrating, her inner muscles pulsating madly, her hands still clutching yours against her breasts.
Lio's grip on your breasts gets tighter as he squeezes hard, and then, with a grunt, orgasms, filling you, coming with a series of thrusts that meet your thrashing with a hard rhythm of his own. He continues to thrust in and out of you repeatedly as your muscles milk him dry. Only when he cannot move anymore, of his own volition, does he stop thrusting, but your thrashing keeps him hard and inside you, allowing you to orgasm repeatedly.
"Was luck," Alaric says, but can't really hide the swell of pride.
She undresses carefully and completely, folding her clothes neatly into a pile. She stands for inspection.
Untrained Skill check: 1d20 - 1 + 5 ⇒ (16) - 1 + 5 = 20
She has done quite a decent job of removing every trace of hair below her neck. It will take a Perception DC 20 check to find any she missed.
Lio makes some noncommittal, disapproving noises. She examines her notebook, then looks you up and down, then back at her notebook. Shakes her head. "Tisk tisk." She says, and then rolls her sleeves up, after putting the notebook and pen down. "Bend over, facing away from me, I'll need to examine the rear.
Perception
Heart pounding with excitement, Lio has a hard time actually inspecting and not getting distracted by your perfect curves. But if any spot was missed she'll see it.
If anything, the pace of his thrusts increases. His grip on your hands tightens, showing you just how helpless you are against his advances, his fingers tease your nipples relentlessly. "I am going to impregnate you." He says, with all seriousness. His shaft throbs inside you, at his words, getting ready to do just that. His tone is sure, like it's a fact, this is what mermen do, and he is a merman, and he is taking you for his own, and you're going to enjoy every moment of it.
Her eyes grow even wider. You have her pinioned, captive, you are filling her utterly, taking her completely, there is nothing she can do about it, and she is lost, completely lost, to the sheer erotic pleasure of it.
Alaric will seek out Bormurg when he's finished altering the altar. "You and your people were willing to listen to reason during our battle, and because of it, we're leaving this place as friends. I wanted to find some way to express my gratitude for that, I've cleansed the area of Katiyana's influence and instead dedicated this place to Reason. I hope that's all right with you."
Bormurg allows.
Her eyes grow even wider. You have her pinioned, captive, you are filling her utterly, taking her completely, there is nothing she can do about it, and she is lost, completely lost, to the sheer erotic pleasure of it.
Lio's expression, dominant, self assured, utterly in control of you, becomes increasingly filled with pleasure. His wide shaft, massaging every internal part of you with each thrust, throbs and pulses, nearing the moment of release. But he holds back, just a little longer, to allow reality to set in for you.
Once he can see in your eyes, that you realize there is nothing you can do to resist him, only then does he give in to the building sensations within him. His tail holds you tightly in place, not permitting you any movement, below your waist. Your arms still pinned, his fingers move up from your chest, to your neck, and then your face. He strokes your hair gently, and touches the tips of your ears with a delicate erotic possession, proving to you that even this part of your body is his. Even as you are subdued, he ensures his thrusts are at the perfect angle to give you amazing bursts of pleasure. And then, plunging into you hard and fast, he follows through on his words to you. His orgasm causing him to cry out, as he empties himself into you.
<I honestly don't mind that, but we've never really discussed the boundaries of it beyond the simplest line of my not having sex with either of you individually, without the other one being present. And we've never discussed whether it's a temporary state or a permanent one or we don't know, and so on. I think we've done fine so far without examining that too closely, but if Melinda is nervous about asking what I would have thought to be a matter-of-course request in such an arrangement, maybe we should do so at least a little.>