"Gnome, kindness can be found in death. Accept her gift, or suffer accordingly."
"Baleful polymorph... Is the gooses not geeses?"
"The f...!" Allie snaps out. Rascal leaps forwards as Allie folds over and changes into a wolf of almost the same size and colors as Rascal. The two wolves close in on the gnome and attempt to upend him.
Seeing spells cast, Rascal attacking, necromancers singing, and Elka speaking in riddles drives the paladin crazy. Amnayel has no idea what is happening and declares it loudly as such "SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IN THE NAME OF HELL IS GOING ON HERE!"
Ulrich’s spell seems to have no effect. Gabby shoots one of the geese, but her arrows do not harm it! Rascal manages to bite and trip Gibrous. As he does so, though, the wolf is splashed by the greenish stuff dripping from the gnome. It is ectoplasm—a physical manifestation of the bleachling apathy his body can no longer contain.
”Leave me alone!” Gibrous wails. Confusing magical energies crackle around him.
"The geese!" Gabbi shouts at Amnayel. "Kill the geese!"
Rascal, confused, snaps at the gnome again, while Allie aims at one of the geese.
Not wanting to get close when the mortic gnome is leaking deadly looking fluids, if they're fluids to begin with, Elká opts for her trusty javelin and takes aim.
Elka's javelin goes wide, but Amanyel scores a telling blow on one of the geese, wounding ot despite its innate resistance. Both geese suddenly change shape, becoming small, goatlike men with curved horns, hoofed feet, and ratlike tails. The small creatures assault the paladin, biting, goring, and clawing at her!
"It's a fey thingy. Hehehehe is it play time??"
Ulrich tries to sing a spell while spinning
"Nothing makes sense anymore!"
Amnayel dutifully attacks the geese which are now goat-men. After they hack back at her, they get her focus and she sets about trying to hit them three more times.
"Why am I attacking animal men, this is ridiculous!" she asks, while attacking said goose. "Ulrich is our real enemy! I, I think he's casting a spell on me!" she looks back at him, but sticks her tongue at him and starts laughing too.
Allie, unable to cast spells in her massive wolf form, turns on the goat creatures and attempts to rend them limb from limb.
"Focus the gnome, he must be the source for this madness."
As Ulrich begins casting a spell, Gabby fires on the shifted fey, though her arrows still have no effect. Allie rushes over and bites one, wounding it. Rascal fails to hit the gnome.
Gibrous gets to his feet and reaches out for Rascal, causing aches and wounds to appear on the wolf as a result of supernatural aging.
Elka's javlin is deflected away by the gnome's supernatural aura. Amnayel tears into one of the boggles with her falchion, badly wounding it.
"Brother, I fear our fun is done!" the wounded fey shouts.
"I believe you're correct. It's time to run!" the second one rhymes. Both fey disappear from sight and as you hear them scrambling away, the feeling of absurdity leaves Amnayel and Ulrich. Unfortunately, the crazed Gibrous seems intent on continuing to fight!
Amnayel can't remember why she is laughing, so she stops just as her body begins to grow suddenly. She looks down at the now even smaller gnome and focuses her attention it, swinging her large falchion towards it.
Ulrich's expression goes from joyful to... rather sick-looking.
"Oh... let us never do that again. Put this creature out of its... well let us call it misery."
He pulls a bone from his spell component pouch and presents it towards the Gnome. Then he mutters a spell and crushes it in his hand.
Gabbi rolls her eyes when the fey escape and turns her ire to the corrupted gnome.
Allie wants to pursue the 'geese' but Rascal is being hurt and that can't be allowed. She turns head to tail once again and her huge jaws come crunching in.
Rascal, hurting from the gnomes touch, bites - hard.
Gibrous succumbs to Ulrich’s spell, leaving him vulnerable to the rest of your attacks. Bitten, slashed, and shot, the gnome falls, dying and unconscious.
Gabbi frowns down at the gnome. He wasn't, technically, undead.
"Do we have some rope?" she asks the others as she kneels down next to the unfortunate fellow.
Once the small man is trussed up like the geese that escaped, Gabbi reaches out to touch him with a hand shimmering with negative energy.
Amnayel responds "I have rope, Gabriella."
She retrieves it from her pack and begins to assist in tying things up. When that is done, she turns to Ulrich and asks "Did you do this to me? Make me huge like this?" She looks down at her large body.
"Oh, yes, indeed. It is a simple spell, but quite effective. Transmutation, I might add. My apologies if it is inconvenient now that the fighting has ended, but it will still be in effect for another ten minutes or so." Ulrich stammers, now realizing that he has to contend with an angelic paladin the size of a troll.
The paladin finds herself being nosed by a wolf who is as tall at the shoulder as she is, even in her heightened state. The wolf looks at her, tongue lolling out and them takes off for the doorway, twisting to look back over her shoulder in a blatant invitation.
Gibrous draws a ragged breath when Gabbi charges him with negative energy. ”Ugh... Sorry about attacking you... My mind was all muddled, but I can think more clearly now. I do not wish you harm.
“I was until recently a member of a bold team of gnome scouts called the Bleakfey Irregulars. We often patrolled near Gallowspire to watch for unusual activity. The Bleakfey Irregulars had all begun the Bleaching process, and we intentionally stared death in the face in these risky raids to hold the Bleaching at bay. We were near the spire when it was consumed in an enormous explosion! The ground turned to rubble and every living thing turned to ash save for us. Somehow, the infusion of energy warped us into... whatever this sorry state is. The others panicked and fled, but I made my way back to the castle.
“Alas, I was disoriented and confused when I arrived. I accidentally killed two guards. The other guards fought back, and in the ensuing battle, everyone except me was killed or fled from the castle. I stayed here, trying to process all that happened. Those little men... They must have messed with my mind somehow.”
Gibrous hangs his head. ”I am ashamed of what I did. I hope there is some way I can make amends. If you are venturing deeper into Virlych, you should know that it is more dangerous now than ever. There are massing forces of undead along Virlych’s western border and a sudden surge of powerful demons from the ruins of Casnoriva—including a powerful marilith—in the western pass through the Hungry Mountains, leaving only the old Vaishau Pass as a reasonable safe route north to the ruins of Gallowspire. There have been several brave patrols from Lastwall scouting the recent situation in Virlych, but they haven’t checked back in and I expect they never will.”
Ulrich turns around and sits near (but not touching) the tied up Gnome.
"Demons. Why does it have to be demons?" Ulrich shakes his head.
"Well, I can tell you that those little men were fey creatures of some sort. Not my area of expertise. I thought fey played tricks like stealing a sock, not inspiring the killing of an entire castle's population, including all those horses."
Like Gabbi, Ulrich recognizes Gibrous has been transformed into an etioling. Perhaps the most miserable of the mortics—humanoids infused with necrotic energy—etiolings are born from gnomes who have already begun to suffer from the Bleaching. The burst of negative energy into their living flesh twists the process and awakens connections to the First World and long-lost fey magic, leaving the surviving creature ethereal, manic, and overflowing with the vital essence of fey. An etioling’s touch decays living flesh to fuel the supernatural furnace that rages inside them, and their bodies shake uncontrollably as the churn of primordial magic and negative energy causes tremors and muscle spasms.
Unfortunately, there is no cure short of miracle or wish.
Amnayel tris to get aquainted to her large body, finding it awkward as the other question Gibrous. She reaches out and pats Rascal "Good wolfie." she says with a smile before turning back to the conversation with the gnome.
"I do not think there is anything I can do for you, but perhaps my companions can assist your with your dilemma?" she asks, looking over the group.
She states bluntly "You soul does not possess evil, Gibrous. You have committed atrocities, but so would many in this situation. You repent now and do your best to make up for the damage you have caused. We will not end your life this day, no, instead we shall move on to confront these amassing undead forces."
She rises and makes for the door "Let us make haste, there is much to be done."
"A marilith?" Gabbi questions as her eyes close as if in pain. "Bloody hell! How are we supposed to deal with something like that?" She shakes her head. "We'll just have to hope that we can avoid it."
When Amnayel recommends heading right out, the dhampir considers the possibility. "Should we do that or do we need to rest up first?"
She seems slightly shaken at the revelation of the major demon.
Ulrich stays behind for a bit.
"Gibrous, was it? I'm Ulrich, a doctor and... arcane wizard. I admit that I know little about fey and the First World, but I am acquainted with the Bleaching, and I have studied negative energy extensively. I want to ask you, would you care to know my diagnosis of your condition?"
There's a certain seriousness in his voice, even under the muffling of the raven's beak. His eyes stare through the spectacles of his mask, focused and unblinking.
Gibrous nods, the motion seeming to cause him pain. ”Yes, please.”
"Given your profession of fighting undead while under the first stages of sympto- the Bleaching, you may have heard of an Etioling. I believe that the negative energy caused in that explosion has tainted the primordial fey essence within you, and has transformed you into an Etioling. This condition is very painful, dangerous, and ultimately fatal. I know of only two possible cures, and both of them are so rare, that I am unsure they even exist in the mortal realm."
Elká tries not to scoff at Gabriella, but her words betray her. "We do the same thing we always do: we spit in the faces of those stupid enough to challenge us. Not even Pharasma wanted us in her realm, and if that isn't a clue we're bad news, I don't know what is. Now, let's stop yapping, and let's start prepping. We got killing to do. We rip and tear, Gabriella, heh."
Saying rip and tear makes Elká think of what's to come. The idea of pulling the guts out of whatever a Marilith is, somehow manages to soothe Elká's troubled soul. "God, I wish I had one of those mechanical Gnomish buzzsaws. A mithril blade kissed with adamantine teeth, forged in the blood of evil dragons and demons, and blessed by fallen angels. The latter part is just my imagination, but I swear those Gnomish buzzsaws exist. Crazy lads, you gnomes", she says to Gibrous.
Gibrous grimaces at Ulrich. "Yeah, well, you don't have to tell me about the pain. I didn't have much hope there'd be a cure. But I'll try to do the best I can with whatever time I have left."
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Exploring the rest of the small castle, you find a small cache of treasure the boggles had gathered: 380 pp, 512 gp, 16 cp, a silver holy symbol of Erastil, a length of twine tied to a large uncut emerald worth 800 gp, an insignia of valor, and a sturdy pair of winged boots.
You also find maps and scouting reports that back up Gibrous's claims--massive troop movements to the west, and a growing army of demons near the Cronefall Pass, the most reliable route through the Hungry Mountains. The remaining pass through the Hungry Mountains, the Vaishau Pass, is more treacherous in terms of landscape, but the hostile wilderness it runs through means it is largely uninhabited; even Virlych’s vile denizens avoid it.
The Vaishau Pass begins at the ruins of Vaishau, where the pass and the Mesmos River that defines it connect with the Cronefall River that carves Cronefall Pass. The Mesmos is almost entirely shallow white water that carves a rocky route north until it reaches the Wailing Cascade, one of the tallest waterfalls in Ustalav. Travelers must scale the slick cliffs here and continue north across the plateau before finally reaching the northern slopes of the Hungry Mountains and Gallowspire beyond. Travelers avoid this route due not only to the harrowing terrain, but also to the umbral dragon Sicnavier, who sometimes hunts along the pass.
After resting in Castle Fanum, you start to make your way to Vaishau. Aside from a brief skirmish with some monstrous vermin, the journey through the trackless terrain is mercifully uneventful. As night approaches, you near the ruins.
Vaishau was once a nigh-impregnable fortress of the dead. The Knights of Ozem took the castle after years of heavy fighting only to discover that the tainted river water, freezing winters, and toxic natural gases made it almost impossible for living soldiers to hold. Rather than surrender the bastion back to the enemy, they destroyed the structure and salted the earth around it with silver and cold iron to leave the location sanctified against undead.
Today, the site resembles an archeological dig, with a scattering of tools and wheelbarrows surrounding squares of ground dug down to a depth of 3 feet. A few dozen zombies toil here, digging up the dirt and dumping it into the river. Atop a pile of rough stone blocks linger four stout, three-armed undead creatures. Each is a horrid amalgamation of stone giant body parts; their hands are wide and shovel-shaped, with long metal claws. They haven't seemed to notice you yet.
The two wolves find a warm spot in the courtyard and nap, seemingly disappointed that no-one is going to play with them... It is several hours before Allie suddenly reappears in her usual form and size and she seems a little disorientated for some time afterwards.
"Was I always able to do that?" She asks her sister, "Turn into a big ass wolf, I mean?"
Later that night she takes Amnayel up on the invitation to observe her nightly devotions.
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"Necrografts, right?" Allie says, squinting at the stone giant things. "Looks like someone designed them for digging..."
A soft rumbling growl manages to slip past Elká's pursed lips. "Great, an army of undead renovators. And those", she says while pointing at the three-armed freaks. "They must be the contractors in charge of this mess. Say, how about I use my mask to look like one of the zombies and I go have a gander at the place before we blow them all up?"
Elka wanders through the ruins, the undead remaining oblivious to her presence. As she explores the area, she spots a shelter built across the mouth of the Vaishau pass. Within, she spots a towering, lean [url-https://pathfinderwiki.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/1/14/Tomb_giant.jpg/250px-Tomb_giant.jpg]giant[/url] who is hairless and has smooth, milky white skin. A scythe lies beside her as she sits and drinks from a barrel full of wine.
That's one big bald nihilistic ... Elká doesn't finish the thought as she spots the barrel of wine and instantly starts daydreaming about how much it will be fun to empty it.
She'll return to the others to report on her findings. "It's a damn shame we don't a strong poison with us to knock that wine-sipping wench out cold."
"Wait for her to go to sleep and then kill her?" Allie suggests. "Those things probably won't be too hard to stop. I can call fire on them from a pretty good distance."
Later that night when Alessandra arrives, she asks her to wait just a moment as she prepares the area.
The paladin starts by removing all of her armor, neatly organizing it away from her prayer area. Next she removes the remainder of her clothing, neatly folding and placing it alongside the armor. Once done, she reaches into her back and withdraws two violet colored silk scarfs, draping them over her body before letting them come to rest over her neck.
She then pulls out and lays down two blankets from her pack, the first is a thick and heavy fabric she places on the ground accompanied by a larger and much thinner amethyst colored silk blanket. She takes time to tuck in the corners of the silk around the larger blanket, all the meanwhile moving with grace and humming to herself softly.
Once the area is set, she lights four candles, placing them just off of the four corners. Since she can see in the darkness, the candles clearly are not there for light and provide something else of importance. Each candle is a different shade of purple, ranging from lilac to a dark plum. Before lighting and placing each one, she performs an extravagant multi-stepped routine that involves bending and twisting her body through several smooth and elegant motions. She finishes with a few words in celestial before moving on to the next candle.
With the blankets down, candles lit and everything ready, she slowly saunters towards the patiently waiting Alessandra and asks softly "Are you ready, Alessandra? Please remove your clothing."
Amnayel shrugs at Allie, "If you say so, I do not recall hearing of these creatures before now."
When Elká mentions knocking this giant out cold, Amnayel proudly declares "Should this giant stand against us, I will knock her down."
You wait until darkness cloaks the land and the giant has drunk herself into a stupor. Then, Elka stealthily creeps up to the shelter, easily evading the notice of the mindless undead digging up dirt. She moves to the slumbering giant’s side, and with a brutal motion, rips out her throat with her jagged claws! In one clean strike, the giant has been dealt with.
Aside from more barrels of wine, Elka finds a large chest nearby. The chest contains 92 onyx gems worth 50 gp each, a wand of vampiric touch (24 charges), and a bead of force.
She waits quietly as the blankets are laid out and then watches, with much more serious appreciation this time, as Amnayel moves through her complicated series of steps. The movements are far more precise and impressive than she would have expected the paladin to manage.
When Amy actually speaks to her Allie jerks, she's been so intent on the dance that she's actually lost track of the situation. She grins, but doesn't say anything, before sliding out of her clothes and leaving them in a neat pile next to the paladin's.
"So?" She asks. "What next?"
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When Elka returns Allie looks at her sister and when they're both ready rains holy fire down from the sky onto the necrografts. BBQ follows.
The necrografts and zombies are quickly incinerated. The pass is now safe to enter.
Ulrich stretches his old bones and yawns after slaying undead in the dark. The necrografts were somewhat interesting. It reminds Ulrich of flesh golems, and he spends a bit of time thinking about golem crafting versus necrografts. In the end he decides that necrografts are the safer option, but not nearly as effective. At least he could cast spells upon the necrografts, unlike a golem.
He sits down and jots down a few notes, preparing the remaining open slots he has available. A part of him wonders if he should research a spell of silence, so he might actually get a decent sleep for once. Hearing the moans of pleasure from the other side of the campsite, he leans a cheek against his fist and sighs.
Kamosh senses something in Ulrich, and asks "I do not understand this emotion. It is not sharp, though slightly bitter. It feels hollow, not like Jealousy. Jealousy is hungry, hurt, and very bitter. This feels empty, and cold. Are you sad, maybe resentful?"
Ulrich looks at Kamosh. With a page-worn hand he gently pets the Nosoi, for the first time since Kamosh's transformation. He sighs. "Sort of, Kamosh. I feel tired."
Kamosh stares at Ulrich. "I know what tired feels like. You are often tired. This is not tired, and not sleepy either." He looks over Ulrich's shoulder in the direction of the moaning. "Perhaps you would like to join in the mortal pleasures? It has been some time since you engaged in such things."
Ulrich replies "No. I have too much to do. I have to look in the Book of True Names for a Marilith, and there are some spells that I need to learn. Far too many spells to learn, and never enough time. Demons are not my specialty, as are most outsiders. It all comes from Conjuration. It is beyond frustrating."
Kamosh says "I respect your dedication to responsibility. But you are mortal, mostly. You really should sustain yourself with all the mortal needs. For a mortal who has such a desire to remain in the Material for long after the Lady would take you, you certainly care little for the pleasures of this realm. I think this emotion you are feeling is similar to hunger, but for things like companionship. You should go join Amnayel and Alessandra."
Ulrich says "There is absolutely no way I am going to join in worshipping the Goddess of touching-themselves."
Kamosh groans. "Ulrich. You have gone to plenty of Urgathoan parties. Arshea is one of the most open-minded of the Empyreal Lords. She really understands the need for mortals to get their needs met. Will you please go heal yourself?"
Ulrich gets the sense that Kamosh isn't going to let this go. Kamosh adds "You still owe me for sticking my neck out for you earlier. Twice."
"Yeah, sure, I will just go ask them." Ulrich says with bitter sarcasm. He stands up, stretches, and walks into the middle of the camp. He can see Amnayel and Alessandra in the middle of their... worship. He decides to go over to Grabriella's tent to see what she's up to.
Gabbi looks up from her holy book as the necromancer approaches.
"Hello, Ulrich," she says before looking back down at the page. "I take it that you're having a hard time sleeping as well?" She smiles as a particularly loud groan follows. "That must have been Amnayel, by the way. Yes, I can tell them apart." She holds up a finger at another moan. "That is Allie. It sounds like the paladin found her special spot."
She looks up again.
"Is there something I can do for you?" she asks. One hand leaves the book and traces a finger casually from her neck down past her collar bone. "Or is it something you wished to do for me?"
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"I, uhm...." Ulrich falters. He realizes that he's never actually approached Gabriella before. Perhaps there's some truth where she wears pants and he wears robes.
What do I say in such circumstances? What if she judges me?
The gears grind in his mind for a moment slightly too long, but he manages to say
"I... would like to learn more about where your special spots are."
Internally he cringes How lame!
He can feel a snicker from Kamosh. Nosoi or not, that bird does experience some emotion.
He focuses on Gabriella, if only to drown out Kamosh, and crouches down to the tent's entrance. "May I come in?"
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Amnayel takes Allie's hand and gently guides her to lay down on the center of the blanket. Once she's done that, she declares "Tonight we will celebrate the sensuality of Alessandra Filosovici. Hear us, Arshea, and join with us as we explore, celebrate and rejoice in the boundless beauty that yearns to cry out your most innate sounds of passion."
The paladin returns to her pack and produces a vial, opening the top and dabbing a smear under her nose. She looks at Allie and waits for permission to repeat the process as well, the oily substance immediately filling her nostrils with the smell of something sweet. Amnayel lowers herself to all fours, careful to not let her finger touch anything. She crawls over top of Allie, letting her silk scarves be the only thing that slowly drags down her body. She moves this way, slowly, until she is eye to with the oracle, her golden hair having fallen all around Alessandra's head and blocking out the flickering candlelight. She whispers "This will not hurt you, it is an aphrodisiac oil I use to enhance the experience. Should you decline, I will not insist, but I highly recommend it." When Allie ascents, Amnayel smiles softly and smears the oil around the bottom of the oracle's nose before cupping her hand there and says "Breathe in deeply a few times." When she does so, the smells of a soft, warm, smooth, creamy, and milky precious-wood scent fill her nostrils.
"For this first part, I want you to keep your eyes on me and focus on your breathing through your nose only. In. And. Out." she demonstrates a long breath in, pulling in the smells of the oil before breathing out again in a breath of hot air that washes over her face with the slightly smells of a spice similar to cinnamon.
She lowers her head to Allie's so that their foreheads are touching and when Allie makes a gesture to lean up to kiss her, Amnayel pulls back. "Ah-ah, not so fast, Alessandra. Have patience. Breathe in." she says, moving her head sideways so she breathes in the oracle's hair and leans closer to her ear and whispers " Breathe out." as she exhales hot breath into her ear, causing a tremor to trickle down her back before she whispers in her ear again "In and." she drags her lips across Allie's neck and whispers "Out." She pulls up slowly and watches Allie focus on her breathing, the oils starting to kick in and cause a slight tingling sensation in her extremities.
She rises to her knees and takes her two silks garments and begins to enter a rhythmic trance as she drags them up and down Allie's body, starting at her head and working their way over her chest, abdomen, legs down to her toes. She twirls and twists the soft fabric so that as it glides along Alessandra's skin it simultaneously both caresses the skin and catches crevices and protrusions so that it gently tugs on them, almost as if the wind itself were caressing her.
She repeats this several minutes, setting the stage and slowly building anticipation. As she finishes working through the motions of the final set, she slowly slides herself up Allie's chest so that she is sitting astride the other woman's chest. "Now, for the second motion." she starts, taking one of her silk clothes and slides it under Allie's head and over her eyes in a loose blindfold. She then lifts herself up on her knees and leans herself over Allie's face, taking both of her hands into Amnayel's own right and gently binding them together with the second garment.
She hovers over Allie's face for a moment before sliding back and off of her completely, making the process slow and deliberate, letting her skin rub lightly against Allie's the entire way. Once free, she takes her fingers and gently slides them down over Allie's face, tracing the contours along the way. She continues down past her neck over her breasts, along her ribs, circling her thighs before reaching her feet, careful not to tickle her. She reaches back behind her and pulls out another vial of oil, lathering her hands and rubbing they forcefully back and forth quickly to heat them up before spreading it over hands over her left foot, beginning to massage it gently. She uses her strong hands to work through the tension in Allie's foot, pressing on points and focusing on different areas before moving up her leg and then repeating the other side of her body.
After spending twenty minutes in giving a complete body massage, she reaches into the pot of water she had boiled earlier and feels the temperature, still very warm, but not boiling hot. Dipping a cloth into it, she begins to methodically clean the oils from her body, swirling the cloth around and around.
Once she's cleaned she whispers "You should be relaxed now, mind clear of everything that is not on this blanket right now.
On to the third motions now, are you ready, Alessandra?" With a light moan of affirmation she responds "Good. I will now remove your blindfold and bindings so you may join with me as we explore your newly cleansed body."
Sweeping her hands one over Allie's body, one over the other she proclaims "Arshea. You are the love I seek, the you are the beauty I seek, you are the truth I seek. I find myself in your, love, beauty and truth. Touch me, feel me, hear me!"
Once more the aasimar climbs astride of Alessandra, this time dragging her hands up her own body, stopping to cup her breast for a moment before sliding her hands over her face and tugging on her hair. She then lowers herself down Allie's side and she whispers "I will now give myself to you so completely such that together we cry out together until the dawn breaks. These are the sounds of letting go."
She collapses on top of Allie, finally bringing her lips to Alessandra's own. Passionate and relentless, relentless in her pursuit, Amnayel begins to focus the remainder of the night on Alessandra's pursuit of ecstasy. She doesn't keep track of the number of times she makes her cry out, but when Alessandra insists the dhampir's body cannot more, Amnayel begs for just one more time. Finally, she moves aside and pulls Allie her close to her own body. She begins to stroke and slide her hand over her body and whispers "I will understand if you wish to return to your sister this evening. Would that I could sleep with mine once more."
"You wish to ...?" Gabbi replies as her eyes widen. A moment later and genuine laughter breaks loose from her lips. Clean and clear laughter that Ulrich hasn't heard from the dhampir.
When she sees the hurt and embarrassment begin to cloud his face, she restrains herself. "Don't be mad, Ulrich," she says as she wipes at her eyes. "No one has ever asked me like that. Come inside and close the flap. My 'special spots' aren't for wandering eyes." Without preamble she reaches down and pulls her tunic off over her head revealing nothing but pale, olive skin underneath. "Would you like to learn them by location or by intensity?" she asks. She licks her lips as she reaches down to grasp at the waist of her breeches to slide them off as well.
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And so the night passes with each of the three ladies giving in to their own unhealthy vices.
Ulrich gives a bit of a chuckle as Gabriella explains her reaction. He closes the flap of the tent, then moves quickly for Gabriella's lips. Soon he's able to put his sheepishness aside, and sink into pleasure. Pale olive and pale copper skin mix together, accompanied by bites and bruises. A cacophony of moans echo from the campsite, with a quiet, cheerful bird song in the distance.