Gone Adventuring

Tennas felt like a congo line had wandered past his prone form and every member had taken the opportunity to kick him in the head. He tried to focus his thoughts. What happened? Did he get drunk again? Had he tried a headbutting contest against a half-orc again? Had he even gotten so drunk that he took another female half-orc back to his room? He hoped not. The sight of a naked half-orc in bed next to him that one time had galvanised his hung over mind into quick action and he’d grabbed his clothes and leapt out the window in a matter of seconds. It was for this possibility that he always got a room on the ground floor of any inn he stayed it. Unfortunately they’d gone up to her room. On the third floor. With an overlooking view of the manure pile next to the stables. At least it had broken his fall but from then on Tennas had always made sure hdn’tdn’t get so drunk as to make the same mistake. Well actually he made sure there were no half-orcs around when he got liquored up but it added up to roughly the same thing.

Tennas forced his eyes open and began to swear. It looked like he was back in the clutches of Irenicus. It wasn’t the torture that bothered Tennas, it was that Irenicus insisted on doing himself instead of having some hot female in tight leather do it for him. Didn’t the man understand tradition? Tennas was also worried since during his initial escape Tennas had run into some dryads that Irenicus held captive right next to a rather girly looking bedroom. That Irenicus had been spending time hurting him rather than nailing those hot dryads suggested he was a little too in touch with his feminine side and the feminine side was a bigger bitch than Jaheira.

Tennas tried to clear his head and remember. Where was he again? Finally the answer came to him. He’d paid off the local thieves to get him to where Imoen was being held. They’d required him to run some errands first. Errands? Having his party assault a small army of vampires had been hardly a mere errand. He’d also been very disturbed by Bodhi. Being a vampire meant she was technically dead but she still had a fairly hot body. Necrophilia was not a perversion he was willing to get into so he just kept reminding himself of the possible consequences of getting a blowjob from a creature with fangs.

Well they’d found Imoen in this fortress but she’d been completely spaced out. Tennas had only seen her in that kind of state the she she accidentally set some spell components on fire and inhaled the smoke. She’d spent a few hours dancing around Candlekeep completely naked and chantionseonsense songs. Most of the monks had watched her prancing around for a few minutes, tried to catch her and failed then had retired to their rooms to attend to some “pressing” business. Tennas of course was younger and fitter and after much chasing had finally gotten hold of her. He’d gotten her into secluded room and dropped his pants. Unfortunately the “little adventurer” and its good buddies the “ioun stones” had fascinated Imoen so much she grabbed them and gave them a good hard tug. When the pain had finally diminished enough to think straight hend Ind Imoen had wandered off. His intelligence and libido had had a quick battle then and for pretty much the first and only time his intelligence won.

Irenicus started a bad guy speech and Tennas half listened while trying to think of a way out of this situation. His ears suddenly pricked up on something interesting and he stared at Irenicus in disbelief. Imoen was his sister? Damn. He’d spent all those years trying to get into her panties and she was his sister? That was, he was, that meant. Well actually Tennas didn’t give a shit about her being a blood relative but Imoen would almost certainly never let him between her legs now that she knew that. Tennas sat bolt upright as he realised it got worse. After a lot of persuading and begging he’d at least gotten Imoen to give him a blowjob for his birthday each year. She had excellent technique and even swallowed without complaining. Now his birthday blowjob was likely to vanish. Tennas couldn’t see how the day could get any worse.

Ok. Having your soul ripped out of your body and becoming the walking incarnation of murder could be viewed as making a day worse. There were two benefits though. Tennas found changing into a near unstoppable killing machine to be some recompense. The other benefit came later that dA feA few hours after Tennas had changed into the massive Slayer they decided to make camp and rest up. Viconia led Tennas aside asking to speak with him in private. Tennas had noticed Viconia had been giving him some strange looks and was worried. He knew Drow elves often associated with demons but Viconia had broken away from her race so he wasn’t sure where her feelings lay. That question soon got answered. After leading him some distance away from the others, Viconia simply began pulling off her clothes. Tennas had been briefly shocked, then felt lightheaded as all available blood was rerouted down to the “little adventurer”. By the time he pulled off his own clothes Viconia had positioned herself in front of a wall and was bending over with her hands against the wall. Tennas hadn’t tried this position in a while but as he tried to move into place he realised Viconia was standing on the edge of a piece of rubble and that he wouldn’t be high enough to enter her and there wasn’t enough room to stand behind her. Tennas tried to work out what she wanted and after a few seconds the answer both hit him and more than a littlered red him. “Um, Viconia. I only have limited control in Slayer form. I don’t know if this is such a good idea.” Viconia answered by reaching between her legs and began rubbing her snatch showing Tennas wet wet she already was. Tennas’ libido hit the button marked “change” before he could react.

The Slayer glanced around for something to kill. Then it glanced down and noticed a naked Drow elf in the receiving position. Well it was always good to see the old fashioned forms of worship were l bel being kept alive. It lumbered forward and slid itself into her. Viconia cried out and gripped the cracks in the wall as hard as she could. The part of the Slayer’s mind that was still Tennas could tell she was filled pretty much to capacity. Any more and Viconia would literally be torn open. The Slayer didn’t waste time and began pumping in and out of the willing Drow elf. Viconia’s cries become louder and Tennas wasn’t sure how much was from pain and how much was from suresure. His limited control of the Slayer form was also slipping and the beast was slamming into Viconia harder and harder. Tennas glanced down through its eyes and could see Viconia was wearing the gauntlets ore sre strength he’d bought her (no more panicky elf related injuries for her). She was using the strength from the gauntlets to hold herself away from the wall but it was becoming a losing battle as the Slayer was even stronger and was slamming into her harder and harder. After a minute Viconia was holding herself away from the wall with her forearms but was still being pushed closer with each thrust. Tennas began to worry he was going to turn her into drow flavoured jam if this kept up so he called upon a technique he’d learnt to make himself cum earlier. The technique, as taught to him it involved convincing the mind, and the groin, that the husband of the woman you are with has just stepped in the front door so it’s time to finish off before he finds you and brings your sex life to an abrupt end. Tennas had used it a number of times before he found an even more effective method. He’d been banging the wife of a prominent merchant who apparently didn’t pay enough attention to her. He’d heard the front door open and close and a feminine sounding voice call out “I’m home”. Tennas had kept pounding away but carried away with lust and alcohol he asked the woman “Who is that? Your daughter? Your maid? Do you think they’d interested a threesome?” Later, when he’d gained some more experience, he realised that asking a woman if her daughter was good for a fuck was a really bad idea. It hadn’t mattered in this case as she replied, “That’s my husband. I’m sure he’d be interested in a threesome, he really likes des des you know.” It had Tennas a few seconds to register that her hair was a deep red while his own was a golden blonde. He came so fast he was almost jet propelled off of the bed.

The Slayer spurted hard into Viconia and some of the liquid dripped back out and down her legs. It staggered back and Tennas managed to shift back into human form. After clearing the fuzziness from his head he checked on Viconia. She was down on her knees and panting hard. Tennas looked to see if she was bleeding and was relieved to see seemed fine. The cum from the Slayer looked strange though being a light blue colour rather than white. Viconia turned around with a satisfied smile on her face. She stared at the “little adventurer” and Tennas realised it had some of that strange blue cum on it. Viconia darted forward and began sucking him clean. Tennas enjoyed the sensation for half a minute before realisation hit him. Viconia had punched him right in the ioun stones when he came in her mouth that one time but when it came to demon jism she had a ready appetite. Not that he was going to stop her or anything. In fact he was almost ready to risk a second punch to the stones when she finished the last of the cum and moved back and sat on the rubble she’d been standing on before. Tennas considered his options. Neither he nor the “little adventurer” was satisfied yet and his instinct told him that Viconia might be up for some more action even though he was back in human form. Of course there was the matter of her pussy hole full of demon cum. Tennas had gone for seconds before on women with both his own and other men’s seed inside of them. This was a little bit different. Viconia began reaching down, dipping her fingers in the blue liquid then bringing them up to her mouth and licking them clean. The surge of blood to the “little adventurer” left him light headed again and by the time his head cleared he found he was already entering Viconia.

It was sad that logic always seemed to lag so far behind his libido. Only after thrusting into her a few times did Tennas realise how far the Slayer had stretched her pussy and the greasy cum still inside of her wasn’t helping much either. He tried to keep the disappointment off of his expression but Viconia realised what the problem was. She reached down and grabbed the “little adventurer” and pulled him out. She said, “I think I’ve had it enough in that hole for today”. She moved the “little adventurer” down a few inches then said, “This one is still good to go though.” Tennas began to slide carefully into Viconia’s ass before realising the fresh coating of demon cum made perfect lubricant and he slid in the rest of the way easily. Tennas was pretty sure he wasn’t in any kind of virgin territory at the moment and began picking up the pace slamming into Viconia ass nice and hard. Viconia’s left hand kept supplying her mouth with demon cum while her right hand masturbated her pussy. Both partners were soon moaning and panting hard with their exertions. Tennas had never tried anal sex with a woman before but he could see Viconia was coming close to an orgasm. She just needed a little extra to push her over the edge. Tennas leant forward and lightly bit at her left nipple. Tennas ignored the little glop of demon cum that hit him as Viconia slapped her left hand on his head to hold him in position. The skin on her hand felt strange and it took Tennas a second to realise she still had the gloves of ogre strength on. Realisation hit Tennas at the same moment that an orgasm hit Viconia. Her muscles clenched hard. With his dying strength the “little adventurer” told Tennas, “They came from …. behind.”

Tennas nearly killed Viconia when she laughed at his request to cast raise dead on the “little adventurer”. That is she nearly died from the exhaustion of laughing, Tennas was too busy lying on the ground moaning in pain to be of any real threat to her. Finally she relented and gently held the fn pen penis as she cast raise dead on it. The “little adventurer” stirred to life and asked, “Am I in heaven?”

After some more dungeon trekking the party made it back to the main part of the asylum. Tennas realised he had a tough decision to make. Sneaking out of the asylum would be nearly impossible if he didn’t have some kind of cannon fodder to distract Irenicus. None of the ladies with him were quite that stupid however, except Aerie, and the other party members weren’t going to let her leave until she finally tried the command word for her seven foot battle dildo. That meant convincing the other inmates that a head on assault on a crazy archmage was a good idea. Even though they were loonies it didn’t seem to be a very likely prospect. The only one Tennas was considering sparing was that little girl with the shapeshifting powers. He could think of all sorts of fun things he could do with a woman that could look like anyone.

The loonies proved somewhat reluctant to go along with the plan. They weren’t entirely stupid, just crazy. After some persuading Tennas finally convinced them that a surprise attack would buy them enough of an advantage to win. His triumphant smiled lasted until one of the nutcases declared, “I’ll teleport us all there now.” By the time he realised that “us” included him he was staring at a surprised and pissed archmage. Promising himself he’d swear later Tennas leapt to the attack. The fight began to go downhill very quickly. Irenicus made short work of the nutcases and began putting the hurt onto Tennas and his party. Tennas was looking for an escape route but nothing was presenting itself. He took stock of the situation. Jaheira was on her hands and knees thanks to a power word: stun spell. Nalia and Mazzy were busy beating off some duplicates that Irenicus had summoned earlier. Imoen was casting spells wildly while trying to keep out of sword range. Viconia was faring the best, her drow nature meant she could resist spells cast at her fairly well so most of Irenicus spells weren’t even messing her hair up. Tennas was shocked at the level of spells Irenicus was casting, he’d nearly cast “soil pants” on himself after seeing him disintegrate one of the loonies with a single spell. Tennas glanced around and saw Aerie go down after being hammered by a fireball spell. He tried hard to think of a deity to pray to. It proved to be a fruitless quest as he’d either robbed, swindled or thrown up on the steps of most of the major temples. Then there was the number of priestesses he’d convinced to break their vows of chastity. He figured the afterlife wasn’t going to be kind to him which is he whe was so determined to delay his visit for as long as possible.

Swearing in the Drow tongue Viconia sprinted towards where Aerie had fallen. Tennas was shocked, had the girls gotten past their different heritages and become friends? Viconia trod on Aerie’s prone form on her way past and scooped up the Penetrator. Or not, decided Tennas, wondering what Viconia was doing. If she was trying to grab some loot and run away she was heading in the wrong direction. Viconia yelled out something in a strange, hissing language and hurled the Penetrator towards Irenicus. It landed just short of him and Irenicus paused his spellcasting to look at the staff in confusion. He was about to resume casting when the staff began to hum as it started vibrating heavily. After a second it swung up from the floor like a snake looking for a target. Irenicus’ mouth swung open as he tried to find something to say then the Penetrator flew forward at its chosen target.

Tennas closed his eyes and turned away. There were some things a man was never meant to see. Then he changed his mind, fuck it, let’s see this prick suffer. The Penetrator was trying to work its way into Irenicus back entrance and it was only his clothing that was stopping it from succeeding. Tennas had never heard a human being make sounds like that before. Irenicus tried to rally for one last speech but gave up and just teleported out of there. The Penetrator dropped to the floor having lost its target but kept vibrating. After they’d dispatched the remaining enemies it was still buzzing away. The companions looked at each other as if daring the others to go and grab it. Tennas knew that ordering any of them to retrieve the staff would be met wi req request for him to do something physically impossible. He considered trying a dispel magic spell when the staff finally stopped vibrating. Keeping one hand protectively over his own ass he crept forward and finally picked up the now passive staff.

After healing and resting the party began searching the place for loot. After finding a few goodies Tennas came across a portal. He stared at it for a few seconds before he came to the obvious conclusion. It must lead to some kind of treasure vault filled with loot. He eagerly led the party into the portal. Tennas blinked to clear his head of the disorientation from the teleport. He glanced around and saw he was in a cave. A really big cave. Probably the most disuishuishing feature was the lack of treasure piled up to the ceiling. “Where’s the treasure?” he asked still confused. Viconia slapped him on the back of the head and told him, “This is the Underdark you dickhead. Irenicus must be dealing with one of the races down here. Probably mine.”

Much, much later Tennas found himself regaining consciousness and groaning in pain. His head hurt like hell and his brain was having trouble focusing. He tried to remember what had happened. Had Irenicus grabbed him yet again? If so, what did he want from him this time? His anal virginity? Tennas opened his eyes and tried to examine his surroundings. Some recent events started to filter into his mind. His party had found themselves stuck in the Underdark. They met some deep gnomes who’d wanted them to solve thdemodemon infestation problem. That had been a hard task, the demon was tough and Tennas had been tempted to change into the Slayer. However he wasn’t sure if the Slayer would tear the demon’s head off or if it would say “Greetings brother. Let us feast on the entrails of these mortals. Just leave the dark skinned one – she’s my bitch.” The gnomes had directed them to a silver dragon who then ordered them to go and retrieve her eggs from a nearby drow elf city. To help them she cast an illusion on them to make them appear like drow. Even Viconia needed to be changed on the off chance her description had made it as far as the city. Once there they’d run a few search, rescue and kill missions before being ordered to collect some blood. Tennas wondered if the blood was because Bodhi was having cravings but there had been no sign of her or Irenicus this far. Collecting blood from the Kuo-Toa had been pretty easy. The Beholder blood had been a bit more challenging. Then they were asked to go and get some blood from the central brain of a mind flayer city. Tennas had nearly turned and sprinted out of the city at hearing that request. Mind flayers were seriously dangerous enemies. His monster lore teacher at bard school had some simple advice for dealing with mind flayers – stay the fuck away from them. Running away not being an option, Tennas decided on plan B and headed to the nearest tavern to get as drunk as possible. That had been a rather educational experience. It told him why Viconia had been willing to blow him while she was drunk. It seemed that the elven versions of booze had so little alcohol in them you could pour them on an open wound and not wince. It also explained why dwarves got along so badly with the elven races. Good dwarvern ale could be set on fire merely by swearing loudly near it. Tennas had undertaken a truly heroic effort to get plastered on what the dark elves were selling.

“That explains the headache”, Tennas muttered to himself. Now that he was thinking a little clearer he remembered the last mug he’d been given looked a little odd. The bartender had mentioned something about it being for the occasional Duergar customer. Tennas hadn’t paid much attention at the time and now grimaced as he recalled. Duergar was another name for gray dwarves his brain managed to supply. He’d been so lulled by the elven drinks that he had downed the mug in one gulp. It had hit him like a hammer and he’d staggered around the tavern for a minute overwhelmed. The alcohol gave him a blast of courage and he’d declared he’d take the damn mind flayers on by himself before staggering out of the tavern and out of the city. Fear was now starting to penetrate through the hangover and Tennas realised he’d left the drow elf city and headed towards where the mflayflayers lived.

Tennas looked around and his worst fears were realised. He’d been captured by mind flayers and both his companions and his equipment were all back at the drow elf city. He’d seemed to recall that mind flayers kept slaves for various purposes. Now he started to panic. What use would they have for a fine, strapping young male like himself. Would he be forced to participate in bizarre sex shows for mind flayer entertainment? Would he be used as some kind of sex toy by bored, female mind flayers? Then there were the tentacles, good lord, what kind of things could they do with those tentacles? Tennas glanced around and saw a pair of mind flayers watching him. Was one of them checking him out? Tennas briefly considered changing to the Slayer and fighting his way out. He rejected that plan for the moment – he wasn’t certain how resistant the Slayer was to psionic attacks like the mind flayers use.

If he’d been able to control his thoughts better, Tennas would never have thought about his Slayer change ability as it would make the mind flayers treat him with a lot more caution. Thankfully the nearby pair had stopped reading his mind at that moment being distracted with their own conversation. One thought to the other, “Are you seeing the same things in that humans mind? What on Earth is it thinking? It expects me to do WHAT with my tentacles?” The other flayer sends its affirmation, “I can’t believe it either. I think something is wrong with this one.” The first one continued, “Well I can’t take much more of this. These thoughts are started to make me feel sick. I might just eat its brain if it doesn’t stop.” The second one interjected, “Didn’t your mother even warn you against eating strange brains? What if it’s mad and it makes you ill?” The first mind flayer took a closer look at Tennas and agreed, “I’m no healer but this ones los look pretty bad for one of its species. Those bloodshot eyes and that haggard look aren’t normal. Maybe I should just kill it?” The second one disagreed, “What if it has something contagious. Maybe we should isolate it and see if it gets better.” Both mind flayers probed into Tennas’ thoughts again and were rewarded of an image involving Tennas mating with an Umber Hulk while a mind flayer crouched behind him and *****CENSORED*****. Both mind flayers shuddered and thought the same thought, “We need to do something NOW.” The first one suggested, “Maybe we should just let it go?” The second one protested, “No chance. How will we keep our badass reputation if we start letting slaves go off free? We should punish it at the very least.” The first one replied, “I hope you don’t mean physical punishment. I saw its thoughts earlier and while I’m not familiar with this ‘leather’ it was thinking of there is no way I’m going to…” The second one interrupted, “Not that. I had a better idea. You know our central brain is at that time of the month?” The first one nodded in understanding, “Yes. That would be suitable.”

Several hours later Tennas stood outside the mind flayer city with his face twitching slightly. His hand still clutched a blood soaked rag but his mind was scarcely able to register that fact, or any other fact. Parts of his brain were scrambling and trying to seal away the recent events from ever being recalled. Normally his libido helped in these times by bombarding his consciousness with images of naked women. However at the moment his libido was crouching away in a corner of his mind and was crying softly while rocking itself to and fro. The logic part of his brain finally got control for a second and ordered the feet to take Tennas back to the drow elf city.

Tennas wasn’t even aware he was in front of the Matron mother until she asked for the blood sample. His arm rose of its own volitand and gave her the blood soaked rag. She eyed him curiously before saying, “I heard you went to the mind flayer city by yourself. Unarmed and drunk apparently. You seem to have quite a bit of blood splattered on you.” That comment was enough to send the parts of Tennas’ mind that had partially recovered back into hiding. A few seconds passed before the part that salisalised in bullshitting realised they were in serious trouble, panicked and responded with the first thing that it could come up with. Tennas said in leaden tones, “They shouldn’t have said that about my mother.” The Matron mother seemed puzzled, and then shocked by the reply. She slowly said, “Yes. Disrepect for drow females cannot be tolerated. But are you saying that you? No. Nevermind. I’d rather not know.” She turned and left leaving the dazed Tennas standing there. After a minute the bullshit centre spoke up again, “That worked? Fuck. I thought we were screwed for sure.”

Somewhat later Tennas had retrieved his companions and was facing down the Matron’s daughter, Phaere. Tennas had been having problems ever since entering this city with regards to the drow elf females. According to Viconia, females were dominant in drow society and men should show them utmost respect. That went heavily against Tennas’ habit of starting at the breast of any woman facing him and the ass of any woman facing away. If he hadn’t mastered the art of watching out the corner of his eye he would have been skewered a dozen times over thus far. Right now his womanising sense was ringing so loudly even his libido had come around and was looking around expectantly. It was obvious what Phaere wanted from him. It was obvious that his female companions knew what Phaere wanted from him. Except for Aerie. Silly bitch probably thought Phaere was going to take him to the kitchen and give him a batch of cookies straight from the oven. It was also apparent to Tennas that his companions were thinking the same thought, “If you go with her, you’d better have a really good time. Because it will be a cold day in hell before you ever score with me again.”

Phaere was walking away now and Tennas had to make a decision fast. He supposed he could try some ploy like claiming to be impotent to avoid Phaere’s attention. His libido cackled in the depths of his mind, “Yeah right. YOU are going to pretend that you can’t get it up? As if me or Mr. Ego is going to allow that shit.” Tennas abandoned that plan and thought desperately, there had to be some way he could nail this drow elf babe and still retain the respect of his companions. An illusion of some kind? Either Phaere or the ladies would see through it. Finally the answer hit him. Tennas quickly pulled off his backpack and grabbed out an item he’d bought but never found the need to use. It was supposed to be the helm of some legendary guardsman from the planar city of Sigil. It had the power to cast a simulacrum spell on the wearer. Tennas dropped the helm on his head and activated the magic. He felt himself blur and then split. After a second of dizziness Tennas realised he’d moved to the left of where he’d been standing. He felt on odd presence in his mind and glanced across to his right. There, staring back was his exact double. He realised he could control his double with his thoughts. A subtle glance at the ladies revealed they had no idea which was the real Tennas. Perfect. Tennas had his double order him, “Get in there and see what she wants.”

Trying to walk somewhat woodenly, Tennas followed Phaere towards her bedroom. Upon entry he nearly turned and sprinted back out. Being a drow elf he’d assumed that Phaere worshipped the spider queen, Lolth. Judging from the setup of her room she was presumably a worshipper of the god of bondage. Tennas couldn’t remember that deities’ name offhand. Dominia? Fetishana? Spanky? He supposed it didn’t matter. What did matter was getting out of here without his ass covered in whip marks. Phaere was already browsing her collection so Tennas needed to move fast. “Time to dust off the old barding skills”, Tennas muttered to himself. His harp was in his backpack but after considering all the things Phaere could do to him and the “little adventurer” with a harp he rejected the idea of using it. He glanced around and selected a couple of dildos and a whipping post as a makeshift drumset. He was thankful that Phaere was already in the mood as this might not work otherwise. Tennas began banging out a rhythm designed to send women wild with lust. Many of his teachers looked down on the drums as being an unfit instrument for a true bard. Tennas agreed in theory but often found the sight of a hot woman made him so distracted he couldn’t play anything more complicated.

Tennas was so into his drumming that he wasn’t paying much attention to Phaere and was caught by surprise when she leapt on top of him and started pulling off his clothes. “Now this is more like it”, Tennas thought before noticing Phaere had grabbed a small cat o’ nine tails before she’d jumped on him. After a minute of pulling off clothes he realised something was happening to his simulacrum in the other room. He’d ordered it to just drift around admiring the room it was in. Right now it was admiring something and it appeared to be a bunch of naked women. “Crap”, Tennas thought to himself, “I forgot how sensitive elvish hearing is. They must have heard my drumming from the other room.” Jaheira and Viconia were giving Tennas’ double a tag team blowjob. Imoen and Mazzy had sat back and were masturbating to the display while Aerie seemed to be doing some lesbian experimentation with a slightly protesting Nalia. Tennas was enthralled and started to sink his concentration further into the simulacrum’s mind. He was jolted back to his own body with a hard smack. Phaere had gotten him on his back and had started to give him a blowjob. She had just given him a whip on the ass with her cat o’ nine tails. It stung worse than it should have and Tennas realised the whip was enchanted to amplify pain. He tried to sink back into the mind of the simulacrum but another smack to the ass pulled him back. He could catch glimpses of his simulacrum taking turns pleasuring Viconia and Jaheira as well as Aerie and Nalia in a 69er position. He even thought he could see Mazzy and Imoen masturbating each other for a second but a particularly strong smack took away even that vision.

Phaere manoeuvred Tennas into a sex position that was strange, even for him. She lay on her back but had rolled her legs up so that her knees were either side of her head. Tennas had entered her as though he was doing her doggy st It It didn’t take him long to realise Phaere had easy access to whipping him on the ass still. She kept whipping him harder and ordering him to go faster. Tennas could barely even see what his simulacrum was doing at the moment and he tried to order the “little adventurer” to do an emergency cum. Instead he got the following message, “Hi. This is the little adventurer. I’m sorry I can’t speak to you at the moment but the severe beating to the nearby ass region have numbed me to all external stimuli. Please leave your name, number and the bra size of your sister after the ouch. OUCH.”. Tennas kept thrusting hoping that he’d feel something when he came. It didn’t seem likely. He tried to think of a distraction and remembered that Viconia had been no stranger to anal sex. Tennas lubricated a finger in his mouth then plunged it into Phaere’s ass. It slid in either and the “ooh” she made indicated he’d hit the right target. Tennas worked his finger in and out of her for a minute then added a second finger. Phaere’s whipping slowed down and she only gave him a brief lovetap every so often. Just as feeling started to return Tennas felt a double surging and realised that he, and his simulacrum, had just cum.

Phaere seemed sufficiently satisfied and Tennas carefully put his clothes back on. He went back out before her and used some quick sleight of hand to dismiss his double without anyone realising. Of course he had to walk straight and act like his ass didn’t feel like it was on fire. The ladies were putting on their best nonchalant expressions. There was no sign of the orgy that had just taken place except for the afterglow and sideways glances that Aerie and Nalia seemed to be sharing. Tennas thought to himself, “Fuck. Those two are probably batting for the other team now. And the expressions on the other girl’s faces seem to be indicating they don’t know what got into them but there’s no way they ever being doing that again. I think I understand why my father was the lord of murder. If this shit keeps happening to me I’m going to fucking kill someone.”