Googirl

Making the most of their unexpected stay in the Bastion of Lost Hope, the three adventurers had sought out a tavern in which to pass the time drinking. Everywhere in the multiverse, it seemed, there was always at least one enterprising person (or, in the case of some planes, entity), who had spotted a gap in the market for a drinking establishment. In the case of the Bastion, it came in the form of a renovated tower, protruding upwards from the black fortress mound into the muggy air that drifted above it. The half-orc proprietor had arranged several of the floors to be knocked through, giving the interior a spacious air, lined with circular ledges that hosted a great many tables. The clientele was comprised of lower-planes types: dark, jagged forms sat at shaded tables sipping sulphurous brews; elsewhere, a crowd of impish creatures chittered and warbled, scuffling constantly.

Erin had been tiring of the idiotic guffaws from the table next to them, a small group of halflings and elves who sat veiled in a cloud of blue smoke as they passed around the mouth-piece of an ornate hookah set in their table's centre. She gestured to her two companions.

"Going out for some air". She raised her voice over the ambient din.

Feeling the effects of the drinks she had consumed perhaps a little too liberally, Erin descended the spiral stairs of the tower carefully and deliberately, trailing one hand along the wall. A doorway twenty feet down marked the exit onto a balcony that ringed the tower like a collar, and she strolled out onto it, enjoying the slight drop in temperature as she emerged into the still air. The balcony was empty aside from a pair of pebbly-skinned humanoids, dark wings furled on their backs, who regarded her warily as she passed. Erin was used to garnering suspicious looks. Humans were actually a minority out here.

Fractions of a second too late, she detected a surge of movement in her peripheral vision. She turned to see the shadows swirling around a nimbus of light, fading fast. Then a body slammed into her from behind, a strong forearm locking down over her throat. For an outraged moment she thought she felt another hand grope her chest, before the world dissolved with an oppressively loud, metallic tearing sound. The side-effects of teleportation were different for everyone, and Erin had never really gotten used to it.

She blinked back into existence twelve seconds later, her assailant still grappling her, and with hazy memories of a fleeting stopover in a dark room where she had been pushed through a doorway of swirling clouds. The hands released her, allowing her to move her head to get a look at the one responsible. The girl standing next to her appeared surprisingly tall at first, although on looking at her feet, Erin saw that the extra height was due to the fact that her feet did not touch the floor, instead floating a few inches above it. Her skin was a rich brown tan, a good deal darker than Erin's fair complexion. She grinned, baring two rows of slightly crowded teeth, canines elongated. Her face was framed by lank strands of oily black hair, embellished with beads placed seemingly at random.

"I have brought the Sensate girl", she said, still grinnng, turning to address the two other occupants of the room. An emaciated figure swathed in strips of bandage sat upon a throne hewn of translucent, glassy material. Sparse, dry hair sprouted from between bandages on the head, face half-covered with ancient yellowing cloth. The contours of the wrapped lower body sketched a female form.

A pale blue girl knelt alongside the throne, hands folded neatly in her lap. Whilst she didn't seem to be wearing any clothes, Erin could not make out any specific features. The patterns on her skin merged and flowed like liquid, the floor behind her visible through her translucent body. Her outline quivered and bulged, the material which comprised her body in a constant flux.

A long table was laid out before Erin and extended across the room, loaded with dozens of dishes and plates, each one bearing some variety or other of food. She recognised a few delicacies in particular, but much more of the table's contents was completely unknown to her. An enticing prospect for a Sensate. Strange illumination played across the banquet, and Erin raised her eyes to seek out the source of the blue light.

Fifty feet above her, the ceiling curved in a huge arc of glass: wide, hexagonal panes supported within a honeycomb of wrought iron. Beyond the windows, a chaotic landscape of jagged crystalline mountains was visible. Squalls of wind, driving swarms of ice crystals through the air, lashed against the windows with a continuous hiss. She gawped for the few seconds that a luminous blue tail was visible above the canopy, receding fast into the snowy clouds. She guessed it must be thirty feet long, probably belonging to a creature at least twice that length. It disappeared tracelessly into the impenetrable blizzard.

The bandaged woman spoke.
"So nice of you to join us, Erin".
"I didn't have any choice in the matter". She withdrew her hands from the dagger-hilts protruding from her belt. She didn't much care for the odds: three-on-one, against unfamiliar opponents, with questionable prospects of escape given that she had no idea where she was.
"Perhaps you would care to sample some food from this extravagant banquet."
"I was wondering when I'd get the opportunity to eat some of this drug- or poison-laced food."
"So untrusting, my girl. In that case, pick a delicacy at random."
"Those", Erin pointed to a shallow dish. "Abyssal leeches, right?"
"Petra", the bandaged woman addressed the brown-skinned girl stood next to Erin. "Eat one".

The girl's legs remained still, knees bent in a relaxed position as she drifted through the air, hovering next to the table as she stabbed one of the leeches with a two-pronged fork. She brought it to her lips, poking out her tongue as she recieved the leech into her mouth, smiling as she chewed, then frowning as she continued to masticate the tough, rubbery flesh.

"So, Erin. Given that I couldn't have predicted what would take your fancy for that choice, and given that those are clearly not poisoned, how do you estimate the probabilty that any of the rest will be poisonous, or indeed, at all deleterious to your health?"

Erin picked another fork off the table, impaling one of the leeches for herself, sliding the oily form into her mouth and swallowing it down whole. Petra's jaws were still working, a look of determination in her eyes.

"You're not supposed to chew them", Erin explained. "Why go to all this trouble for me, then?" she asked the bandaged woman.
"I know you Sensates love nothing more than new experiences."
"And... you want to provide these experiences to me why, exactly?" she asked, a long skewer in each hand, bewildering arrays of cubed meat and vegetables impaled on each.
"I have a proposal for you regarding your friend, the tiefling".
"Li?"
"Yes", she said, "Li. The wizard girl".

"What of her?" the question was asked around a mouthful of slow-roasted Achaierai.
"I should very much like to meet her".
"Then why didn't you just grab her like you grabbed me?" She swallowed down the meat, pouring herself a goblet of Arborean mead from a crystal decanter. Did decanting mead even make any difference? Erin didn't know.
"Hah! With all those contingencies she's got set up? I've done my research, you know. Anyone dimension-doors in within thirty feet of her and they don't stand a chance. Any further away and she sees them coming. Petra's good, but she's not *that* good." The brown-skinned girl cast her eyes downwards at the last comment.
"I just want to set up a little meeting with her. You'd just tell her the time and place. It's worth so much more from someone she trusts".
"And if this meeting turns out not to be in her best interests?"
"Well then, come along with her. Even if my intentions were unfriendly, don't you think she could handle herself? She's quite the up-and-coming young wizard. Word gets around, you know. I heard about that monastery out in Limbo".
Erin was nonplussed. She regarded the bandaged woman steadily as she gulped mouthfuls of mead to wash down a Vol-au-Vent that would have cost more than a suit of full plate.

"It'll cost you more than just food."
"Oh, naturally", the bandaged woman looked down at the pale blue, girl-shaped form kneeling beside her. "Heidi?"
"Yes, mistress?"
"Show Erin what else we have to offer".
Erin almost choked on her mouthful of fried ettercap as the blue girl collapsed into a puddle, her shape immediately disappearing as she spread out on the floor.
"What in the-"
"She's half water-elemental, Erin".
She gawped in incredulity. "A water elemental? How does that even-"
"Some of the mysteries of the planes are best left unexplored".

Flowing like quicksilver, not spreading out to be absorbed like water, but holding itself in cohesion, the puddle glided across the floor silently. In such a thin layer, the liquid was almost completely transparent. It pooled around Erin's feet, surface rippling, before it burst upwards, the liquid body shaping itself into a curvaceous female shape. The viscosity of the water-girl's body apparently precluded the formation of such fine details as hair - the top of her head was smooth. Her facial features swirled and mingled with each other like a melting mask.

She spoke, and the pitch of her words undulated like ripples on a pond.
"Let me please you, Erin".
"What, uh, exactly did you have in mind?"
"Take off your clothes, Erin".
She took a step back, hugging herself. "Are you crazy? You think I'm just going to-"

The water-girl's torso bulged, temporarily redistributing the liquid of her body. Her chest squeezed inwards as her neck flowed up and out, a huge psuedopod with a face at its tip. Reaching across the small distance that separated them, her face smoothly approached Erin's with the sound of waves receding down a shoreline. Their lips touched, and Erin found herself kissing the girl deeply. A mild taste of brine washed over her tongue, like a mouthful of strangely inoffensive sea-water. As the liquid girl withdrew herself, a gossamer thread of saliva hung between their mouths for an instant before disappearing.

"I have tasted you," came the gurgling voice, "Our fluids have intermixed. Now I know you..." she trailed off as the rest of her body flowed into place beneath her head, which remained stationary. The watery, humanoid shape spread its arms, the fingers of her hands melting together as the limbs stretched into fluid tendrils. With surprising speed, Erin found them wrapped around her, one of them insinuating its way into her blouse, the other flattening into a shallow ribbon as it flowed down her back, slipping between her skin and her leggings. The liquid was pleasantly cool, and Erin felt a shiver in the small of her back as the girl's tendril continued to flatten and flow, hugging her contours, spreading down between her buttocks and caressing her perineum. Then she produced a little shriek as the water-girl continued to explore her body, the shape in front of Erin dwindling as more of its substance flowed down the tendrils to come into contact with the human girl's body. The bandaged woman watched impassively, whilst, at the other end of the table, a blush crept across Petra's cheeks.

Erin shivered slightly as the liquid continued to flow outwards, engulfing her breasts, flattening across her chest and flowing down to meet the other stream which crept upwards over her intimate regions. The sensation was utterly different from the mundane wetness of regular water: the liquid girl's form remained constantly coherent, as if bounded by an impossibly thin membrane. The girl flowed over Erin's skin like water dropped into a searing hot pan, spreading out, but never truly adsorbing to the surface.

The thin layer that engulfed Erin's backside and genital region started to plump out, more and more substance flowing to that vital area. Protruding tendrils started to form from the watery covering, a pair of blunt-ended shafts emerged from the swirling morass. She opened her mouth, gasping at the fullness that overwhelmed her lower orifices, the gelatinous flow oozing upwards into her vulva and anus, packing her tightly with cool liquid. The water-girl was enveloping her body almost entirely now, the layer thinning as she extended herself to reach Erin's fingertips, small hands flowing into existence and gripping Erin's own. With a sudden violent burst, the watery sheath lurched outwards for a split-second, tearing off Erin's clothes, which fluttered to the ground in shreds.

She descended to the ground, gently laid down by a pair of thin tendrils extended by the watery form. The liquid covering her arms receded as the water-girl diverted more of her body to pursuits elsewhere: a second rippling surge bulged against her vaginal wall in unison with the swirling fluid filling her ass, liquid drag tickling tender internal membranes. The briny flavour returned as a watery mouth kissed her, before coagulating into a third tendril which surged inwards, smooth tip resting on the back of Erin's tongue. She started to lick around the appendage, bobbing her head back and forth as she enjoyed lewd thoughts of similar acts.

The water quivered, and rippled around her.

As the water-girl sought to apply her touch elsewhere, Erin felt the swollen tendrils recede from her two lower orifices, the thin covering on her chest simultaneously becoming fuller, with more substance. The shapeless liquid mass on her chest flowed with purpose, merging and parting, enveloping her breasts and massaging them lightly, slowly, punctuating the action every so often with a sudden tweak that made her squeak in delight. The relentless attentions of the water girl were turned to Erin's thighs, her buttocks, her belly, each subjected to the gentle, rippling caress. The water-girl even briefly extended part of her malleable body around both of Erin's feet, oozing and surging between her toes, playfully tickling with a light touch as Erin squirmed and wiggled. After working over the girl's entire body, the water-girl returned to those first areas, once again lavishing her quivering, pulsating touch first upon, and then within Erin's pussy.

Under the incessant attentions of the soft forms now filling three of her holes, Erin felt her orgasm start to build. A desperate chill suffused her loins as a tingling sensation started to mount. Her toes curled, eyelids half shut as she let out several short gasps. Her buttocks clenched around the shaft of water ensconced between them, the resistance causing a tender feeling of exertion as Erin's muscles continued to contract, only half under her control. The wet, muscular walls of her cunt laboured against the water-girl, who sent rippling waves up and down the length of the appendage therein, stroking the interior first one way, then the other, in a cadence matching the girl's panting breaths, never quite fast enough, holding Erin precariously balanced on the brink of release.

Erin lay within maddening inches of orgasm, not quite pushed over the edge by the tender caresses of the water-girl. She was gasping and shuddering, her exhalations an equal, confused blend of a cry and a laugh. Then her breath caught in her throat as she felt the liquid mass recede slightly, strong thrusts trailing off to the faintest hint of a tickling touch. She wailed in frustration as the formless mass trickled up to her neck, assuming the shape of a head. The water-girl, silent throughout most of the ordeal, spoke.
"I bet you'd like to come now, wouldn't you Erin?"
Just out of reach, she felt the possibility of climax receding away from her, and she ground her teeth in anguish, replying with a desperate moan.
"But I can't let you do that, not just yet. Poor Petra", the water-girl continued, "she's feeling so left out".
At the mention of her name, the deeply-tanned girl stirred from her daydreaming across the room.
"I'll let you come, if you can do the same for her".
Petra's teeth flashed white through a broad grin as she approached the pair, drifting slowly, six inches off the floor. Coyly, she started to un-lace her corset, sighing as the strain on her chest was released. Then she started to unbuckle her boots, lingering at each metal clasp, unsheathing her feet and calves with agonising slowness.
"Come on!", Erin implored. By now her chest and back were glistening with sweat, her brown hair was messy and dishevelled. "Faster", she begged the girl, rocking back and forth in her shrinking pool of water-girl, trying desperately to revive the stimulating touch that was rapidly flowing out of her.

Petra continued to discard her garments at a leisurely pace, stacking them, neatly-folded, on a chair. She removed her undergarments with her back to Erin before twirling around, allowing the girl to take in the full spectacle of her body: long, well-toned legs, shapely buttocks, a flat stomach with the faintest visible evidence of well-tempered muscles beneath it. Her nipples betrayed the illusion of her nochalance; they were hard as arrow-tips, standing out a darker shade from skin the colour of coffee. Still levitating, she kicked off from the chair, floating through the air, tumbling as she went, maneuvering herself so that her spread legs arrived one either side of Erin's head.

Erin buried her face in the girl's nethers, launching a frantic assault with her tongue. Petra gasped at the ferocity of it, giggling and shrieking as the desperate girl lapped up and down her labia while her hands explored the rest of her body, cradling beneath her breasts, then gently rolling her nipples between her fingers. Drawing on her own experiences, Erin dredged up memories of what felt good to her, mimicking other, past sessions of lovemaking. She danced the tip of her tongue around the girl's rapidly-moistening pussy, and then located the little mound that was just starting to protrude above it, devoting more of her attentions to the small bump of exquisitely sensitive skin.

As she plied onwards with Petra, kneading her buttocks and only occasionally pausing to take in huge lungfuls of air, she was rewarded by the water-girl, who first coiled tubular strands of coherent liquid around her breasts and massaged them gently, before resuming her bolder activities, teasing little ripples of water chasing each other back and forth across the outer lips of Erin's genitals. Then they merged, surging up inside her once more, resuming their steady drumming on Erin's inner surfaces, already engorged and tender, at the height of arousal.

Erin felt Petra's thighs pulling upwards, clamped either side of her head, a slightly confusing change of position that her lust-addled mind was unable to rationalise. She withdrew from the girl's cunt to lavish kisses down the inside of her thigh, and as she looked up she saw an expression of deep serenity on Petra's face, hair whipping around as if in a light breeze. Her eyes proffered a cyan glow as she continued to rise, pulling Erin with her. Presently Erin found herself standing upright as Petra levitated in front of her, legs still wrapped around her head. Bolts of psionic energy arced from Petra's body, flickering down towards the floor. Below the girls, the watery form flowed upwards, continuing to cling to Erin's legs and crotch, once again filling both her orifices, and with Erin gasping, she resumed her oral assault, tongue flicking from side to side, up and down. Petra's thighs felt moist against her cheeks. Her time was soon.

Soon Erin's muffled grunts were matched by exultant moans from the girl floating above her. She felt fingers running across her scalp, tousling her hair. Her heartbeat was pounding in her chest, every nerve on her skin was tingling as she once again approached the sacred moment of climax. She felt the girl above her heave, grinding her crotch into Erin's face as sets of muscles contracted in the tumult of her orgasm. Despite the girl's thighs still squeezing tightly, clamped over her ears, Erin clearly heard the exultant shriek as the girl finished, crackling psionic arcs writhing across her skin, some of them jumping to Erin's own body and infusing her muscles with a deliciously cool prickling sensation.

Perhaps due to the psychic energy, or an extra push of encouragement from the liquid mass writhing over and within her, Erin followed Petra as her own tempestuous climax wracked her body. She locked tense, every muscle quivering as waves of ecstasy crashed through her mind. Outside of any conscious control, she felt herself screaming, the manic cries tapering off into a series of gasps and whimpers, high-pitched little wails as she felt her pelvic muscles convulse, a marvellous warmth spreading throughout her entire body. Her vision reddened for a moment, pulse pounding in her ears, and then it was over.

She lay for long moments, desperately willing the feeling to return. The water-girl reconstituted herself into her humanoid form and slinked behind Erin, putting her in a sitting position before resting her cool head on the girl's shoulder, arms hugging her around the waist. Petra turned over fragments of ceramic in her hands, remains of pots and plates shattered by her release of psychic energy. The bandaged woman rested her hand on a curled fist, raising the other hand and extending her index finger as she spoke.

"So", she said. "You're happy to bring the girl to me? Petra will provide you with the specifics".
Erin nodded weakly, eyes half-closed, enjoying the cool touch of the liquid girl against her back.
"One other thing, just as a little insurance."

Erin drowsily thought she heard the sound of arcane words, those weird syllables that spellcasters threw around but she herself had never understood. There was a brief, strange feeling, like an itch in her brain, and she looked up at the bandaged woman, a faint glow fading from her fingers. Had she cast a spell?

No matter if she had, Erin thought. She couldn't possibly mean her any harm.

They were such close friends, after all.