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While this story is written in the Forgotten Realms fantasy setting, having no prior experience with said setting will not hinder your enjoyment and understanding of the story, plot and characters. Here''s some boring stuff you probably already know and don''t really have to read but i''ve got to write down.

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Whew. With that out of the way, enjoy the story.

~valerisque

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Gazing high on night sky, Valeria admired the endless expanse of shimmering stars through emerald eyes. Tears of the moon, they hung ponderously upon a depthless canvas, meaningless motes of glory in sad eternity.

“Val! Stay alert! We’re on a job.” Kaitlyn, or just Kat, whispered harshly, her breath fuming in the chill of night.
“Keep your eyes on the road. The city watch should come around anytime now.”
“You’re just being silly. They won’t see us. We could’ve been done with this part long ago if you weren’t so jumpy.” Val waved her hand dismissively.
“It can’t hurt to be careful. Look, they’re coming.”

Peering round a corner, they watched the telltale glow of the night watch’s approach. Their lantern’s wavering white shone ghostly as the silhouettes of ten men waded through the wispy mist, their boots shuffling over the cobblestones. Closer, so their light stung the women’s eyes, they were visibly armored head to toe, decorated with the regalia of the city watch, swords and bows in hand.

Clad in crimson mage robes, a utilitarian one-piece outfit many traveling wizards favored, Kat saw once more that the redhead’s frivolous style showed through the partings of the robe high up her thigh and the low neckline. Val brushed her shoulder-length mane and then felt Kat press her by the shoulders into a shadowed alcove as the watchmen passed slowly but surely, oblivious to the hiding women.

In silence the duo hurried across the street, disembodied footsteps in the murky night. Their target was a noble’s miniature castle, which even featured a drawbridge over a wide but shallow drain passing for a moat.

“How pretentious.” Val remarked.
“Aye. Cast your spell now, we’re going to have to climb in.” They waded across the false moat.

Kat crouched to fish for her grappling rope from her tool bag slung at her side. Unlike the sorceress, she was attired for stealth, in all black leather breeches and vest, complete with a hood that covered her bright blonde bob. Seeing perfectly well thanks to Val’s night vision spells, the world as clearly illuminated as if in bright daylight but in shades of black and white, she flung the grappling hook high and true, and it caught onto the wall with a grate of steel on stone. Meanwhile Val had already completed her castings with a flourish and a chant. To all but themselves, they were utterly invisible.

Kat took to the climb with natural agility, scaling the vertical stony wall with ease. Val followed slowly but surely. Passing a snoring guard they followed the spiral stairs down a watchtower back down to the ground. The statuette of a nude woman adorned a mossy central courtyard, vines having crept from the ground across her breasts and thighs.

The only way deeper into the noble’s abode was a steely double door, bolted shut from the other side. Both girls could hear the gruff small talk of guardsmen on the other side.

“Can you teleport us over?”
“I’ve told you before. That only works when we’re going someplace I know, someplace I’ve a mental image of. We don’t want to end up in limbo.”
“I know, but I was just hoping. We could climb over, but it’d make too much noise. The guards are too close.”
“Let’s just lure them out.”
“Sure, I’d thought of that too, but then they’ll be crawling all over the place looking for us. A noble this rich could have a wizard in employ too. Maybe you could dominate one of them?” Kat suggested an enchanting spell to leash the will of a sentient.
“I can’t, I need a clear line of sight again. I’ll summon something to distract them.”
“Of course.”

Kat and Val crowded snugly into a shadowed corner as Val waved her hands in mystic passes, muttering arcane words of power, the standard motions of spellcasting. When she’d finished a skeleton donning a rusty horned helm and a two-handed sword materialized with the clichéd puff of smoke.

“We’re not supposed to harm anyone. This was supposed to be just sneaky. Make it drop the sword.”
“Well I’ve never tried that before, but alright.”

Directed by Val’s will the undead creature tossed its sword aside and rapped naked knuckles on the locked steel double door. Val and Kat could hear the guard’s rough responses.

“Uh, I hear sound. Loud sound on door.”
“That’s called knocking you dumb dolt. Go get it.” The women shared a look and Val rolled her eyes. The guardsman flung the doors open to be greeted by the sight of a standing skeleton tipping its helm.

“Dead man! Dead man at door!” He bolted off, scared more witless than usual.

“Prepare to taste steel undead scum.” The worldlier guardsman’s sword unsheathed with a short rasp and he was up and after the undead creature, which Val had set running in circles around the statuette. The guard called out to his companions who promptly stomped into the courtyard. At that point, the duo snuck away, their footsteps muffled by the moss.

The double doors led into the posh interior of the noble home, the corridors lined with plush carpet. Just past the doors lay a table of ruffled cards, the guards’ nighttime pastime. They paused some way around a corner.

“I know a spell to sense scrolls. Useful for us mages to find spell scrolls. It’ll detect the tomes in the study.” Val whispered. Kat nodded, and Val cast it with a flourish of her left hand and an arcane word. Val then led Kat briskly through the carpeted corridors, passing any number of doors in the oversized home, stopping at the one to the study.

“This is it?”
“Sure. There’s a concentration of scrolls and books in here.”

Kat was a member of the Silent Network, a guild of rogues in the city of Raven’s Bluff that focused on collecting information for well-paying clients without actually stealing anything. Kat had been tasked with sneaking into this place, finding the noble’s business records, and making a copy for the client.

Kat plucked her lock picks from her utility belt and crouched to fiddle with the lock, which turned out to be of a standard variety, and Kat’s practiced fingers made short work of it. They entered the study room and locked the door shut. The sparsely decorated small room probably reflected the noble’s typical disregard for what the room stood for. Beside a dusty table, the books on the first of three shelves appeared to be gem-crafting manuals, while those on the second seemed labeled in some foreign script. Fortunately the third shelf held the tome ‘Records’. Kat crouched and slowly tugged the desired tome from the shelf.

“Hurry, open the book and put it on the desk, any page.” Val whispered, and Kat eagerly complied. Placing her left palm flat on the record book, and her right on an opened blank book she’d brought along, she whispered the words to a spell to copy the records. Scant seconds later, Val was done, stuffing her copy of the records into the sleeve of her robes. Replacing the original, Val gripped Kat on her shoulder, and muttered something. Before she knew it, they were back outside the mini-castle where they started, under the starlit sky.

“That’s got to be the most useful spell you know, Val.” Kat remarked as she recovered her grapple rope. Val’s dimension door was very useful for extracting them from any hazardous situations. The cobblestones rang with seemingly disembodied footsteps as they left the crime scene.

* * *

Winding their way through the veritable maze of streets, the duo found themselves once again in the closest place the Network had to a guild headquarters – the Crescent Moon Inn, and Val dispelled the invisibility as a courtesy. The simple taproom’s most eye-catching feature was a huge stone fireplace that rose from the floor like an aged redwood with numerous warming shelves, linked to the floor by winding rail-less staircases.

Karl was the leader of Kat’s cell. The Silent Network worked in cells, or operative groups, with each cell never knowing what any other was up to, for confidentiality. The women found him in his room, poring over scraps and pieces of parchment. With a thin, gaunt face and bony forearms, he looked the part of an impoverished scholar.

“I’ve found the record book and made a copy.” Kat handed it to him.
“Well done. You’ll be paid as usual. You may leave.” His voice kept in a strict monotone; he never looked up from his scrolls, even as he took the records from Kat, with the air of curt professionalism that Kat had come to expect.

“Well. That’s a bookworm if ever I saw one.” Val remarked, once well out of Karl’s earshot.
“You might never know; he could be a mage like you. Weird.”
“I’m not weird! Drinks are on you this time.”
“Sure. You did a good job, with your sneaky spells.”
“Aye you too." Val smiled, spreading her arms to envelop her best friend in a tight warm hug.

* * *

Elsewhere in the city, in an underground hideout, the drow male Veldrin awaited the arrival of his master. Drow were elves with black skin, the evil cousins of surface elves that lived in the Underdark, a cavernous habitat deep underground. His wizardry had recreated the atmosphere of his home down under rather admirably. Stalagmites topped off with the skulls of slain foes added a touch of class to a roomy and comfortably dark cavern.

Even in complete darkness he could see his master’s heat shadow approach. Evolution and centuries of living in the largely lightless Underdark had gifted the drow with infrared vision.

“Greetings Veldrin. How goes the harvest?”
“Well met, Draken. The harvest goes well as always, and I’ve acquired that which you desired.”

His latest acquisition was a priestess of Sharess, a human goddess of hedonism and pleasure. Draken had heard of their skill in the bedroom, and couldn’t resist savoring one. The Sharessans had gained such infamy that their shrine initially met much resistance from the Clerical Circle of the city, and they had to call their shrine a mercantile establishment merely affiliated to the goddess. Exploiting a legal loophole, they eventually eked out some space for themselves.

Visiting the local Sharessan shrine in the guise of a handsome human male, he had charmed one of their lusty priestesses into his bedroom. Then it was a simple matter of overwhelming magical power. Even now she was on all fours, shackled to the cold floor of his dungeon.

“You’ve done well, Veldrin. I’ll like to sample her now.”
“This way, milord.” Veldrin led his master to one of his many holding cells, specially for the storage of slaves.

* * *

Lyndia had a crystal clear view of the two women. Dressed in a huntress or rogue’s leather vestment, one had her bright blonde hair in a bob. The other, a redhead, wore a red mages robes, albeit in a revealing style, with a less-than-functional low neckline, one Lyndia herself would have liked, she mused. They were seated beside the huge fireplace, having some ale, just a few arm’s reaches away. She could hear their chatter.

“The other day I heard about an expedition to the north. Some caravan heading there is hiring guards. Would be an interesting trip, no? Admiring the snowy mountains, visit someplace new. Would be like the old days too.” Kat suggested, referring to their common history as caravan guards, swirling her mug of ale.
“You’d have to count me out. I can barely stand winter over here, much less at the Spine of the World. There are so many places we’ve never been to that aren’t bleeding freezing.” Val stuck her tongue out and looked to the ceiling.

“But seriously, I’m getting sort of bored doing jobs in the city. I’m thinking of going someplace new. What do you think?” Kat bit her lip, as was her wont.
“That sounds much better! I’d love to come along. But where do we go? Anywhere that isn’t terribly hot or cold.”

“Excuse me, ladies, but I have something urgent to talk to you about.” Kat and Val looked up to face a mocha-skinned, dark-haired robed woman. With a low bow, she gave them a generous view of her deep cleavage. Most notably, she wore an anklet bearing the symbol of two full female lips – the symbol of Sharess. Exotic-looking, with a glorious raven black mane, she certainly looked the part of a Sharessan priestess.

“Oh, you’re from the House of Pleasures! I’ve been thinking of visiting.” Val quipped.
“I am Lyndia, from The House of Desires, actually. The two of you look to be able adventurers.”
“I’m not sure what gave you that idea, but maybe we are. This isn’t a hiring ground.” Kat replied curtly, to Val’s chagrin. It was unspoken knowledge that the Network was based here.
“Maybe you could tell us what it means to you first.” Val offered.
“My sister in faith, a fellow priestess of Sharess has been held in a slaver’s dungeon here in the city. I need able ones to help me free her. I’ll reward you two handsomely.”

“What makes you so sure your priestess is there, if she’s been enslaved? She may have been dragged for sale to someplace lawless for sale.”
“Listen to me. My sister wears an anklet like mine. Through it I can sense her whereabouts. She’s likely still there. We should be able to save her if we act quickly. I’ll pay you twice as much as your Network pays for each task, whatever that is. Of course, you’ll have the gratitude of my mercantile House, and a considerable discount each time you visit.”
“Sounds good to me! I’m in. Come on, Kat. This shouldn’t be hard.”
“Don’t you need to memorize your spells again?” Wizards had to memorize the proper gestures and phrases for spells before they rested or slept, so when they came to their spells would be etched in their memory and ready to be cast.
“It’s not like we used up a lot just now, and we didn’t get hurt. Fortunately, I have another dimension door spell prepared for another quick getaway.”
“Yes, it is best if we strike now. The sooner the better.” The urgency was plain in Lyndia’s voice, thick with a foreign accent.
“Well, you’re paying pretty well. I’m in, too.” Kat acquiesced.
“Let us leave now. Between the three of us, we’ll smite these slaver scum.”

* * *

Luisa jerked her head up to watch the heavyset iron door to her dungeon flung open to reveal the swaggering drow wizard Veldrin. Her enclosure was a veritable box of metal, with the walls, floor and ceiling all cold, hard steel, lit by a glowing white gem set in the ceiling. Devices for the sexual bondage and torment of slaves lined the walls, while chains and shackles lay strewn across the floor, some even dangling from the low ceiling. Staring at the dark-skinned elf in the eye, her body had yielded much, but she wouldn’t let them take her spirit. Then the tiefling stepped in.

At least he looked like one. Of mixed human and demonic parentage, tieflings had features befitting their heritage. About 6 feet tall, donning an elegant set of green plate mail, he looked fairly human, with skin that looked slightly tanned, except for his hooves, which rang against the steel with each step.

Up close, Luisa felt her cheeks warm, and she knew she was blushing when she looked up at the tiefling. He looked harshly handsome, with firm cheekbones, and sharp brows. His devilishly red hair was cropped to a neat buzz cut. Men with short hair always looked better. He exuded an aristocratic demeanor as he leaned a little on his walking stick, adorned with a golden ram’s head. Veldrin gave him a curt nod, and left, closing the door behind him with a dull thud.

Luisa felt her nipples sting with just a tinge of arousal when his eyes, deep green eyes met hers, and looked down. Being who she was, she’d met, and coupled with many a desirable man, but this one might be the best yet. Goddess – he is hot, she thought; and I am stark naked. Then she felt fingers lifting her chin to face him again.

“Hello there, pretty one. I am Draken. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
“I am Luisa.” Her voice wavering, Luisa tried to turn away, but found her chin held firmly in check.
“You have a lovely name, Luisa.” Oh, the first time in a tenday since she heard her own name, uttered by such a man.
“I, thank you.”
“You look good today, Luisa.”
“Oh, thank you.”

Draken released her chin, allowing her to lower her head. His manhood had long since hardened painfully against his armor. This trip was worth it, he mused, taking a step back to admire her lovely lowered face. Absolutely beautiful, with a pretty pert nose, luscious lips, and baby blue eyes, her hair – about as red as mine, too, he thought – in a neat ponytail. Even with her head lowered, her large, pendulous breasts were in sight, topped off with visibly hardened nipples.

Draken had long since lost count of the slaves he’d sampled and stabled, but this had to be the first time in at least a long time, if not ever, that he’d gotten so hard so quickly. She displayed such… deep desire along with a most adorably submissive bearing. He liked to think it was his natural charm holding sway. Then again, Sharessans were well versed in bedroom activity, so her demeanor could be a coy ploy for affection. Either that, or the aura of attraction on his magic staff was kicking in, as usual.

“You have beautiful breasts, Luisa. Would you mind giving me a better look?” Draken crouched, still holding onto his walking staff.

She nodded slowly and arched her back upward as far as she could, her upper torso more or less upright, presenting Draken with a delicious view of her creamy, full firm breasts. He traced his finger from her chin down along her neck through the valley of her deep cleavage, watching her semi-hardened nipples swell ever so slightly. They were half an inch wide and just as long, now.

She closed her eyes, mumbling something, and Draken took the chance to clutch the staff’s ram head, focusing on Luisa, and whisper the trigger words to one of his staff’s inherent magical powers, one that allowed him to hear her thoughts as if she had spoken them aloud, even as she was oblivious to his prying.

(Oh, oh my, He’s teasing me. Goddess, make him give me more.) Her voice rang of urgency. With a sly smile, he circled around Luisa, taking in all of her beauty, watching her breasts heave slightly with each breath and the slight indentations of her ribcage against her smooth skin. (He, he’s checking me out! Oh, Sharess.) Her slender waist led to sharply swelling hips, and a pert, well-rounded derriere. Luisa turned to watch him, to look into his eyes. Draken was pleased to note the look of dreamy schoolgirl admiration on her lovely, lovely face.

(He looks so good. Oh goddess. Such a handsome man. Could look at him all day.) Luisa inhaled sharply as she watched him lick his own palm thoroughly, then, with the most glancing touch, stroke her right ass cheek. Draken saw her bite her lip. (Ah!)

“Hope you didn’t mind that. I thought I’d like to see more shine off your pretty ass.”
“Alright.” (Oh. My nipples are so fucking hard.)

With a few taps of his hooves on the steel floor, Draken was right behind Luisa, still in the classic doggy position. For a while he had a view of her shining wet snatch, and her other orifice, then watched the rounded musculature of her ass clench to hide them from his sight. (Oh Sharess. He’s right behind me! He was watching my pussy!) Then she felt the same, barely-there touch of his wet palm stroking her other ass cheek. (Mmm.) Her ass jutted backward a little, her butt easing to display her pussy.

(My cunt, my sopping wet cunt, oh why can’t he just give it to me!) Draken smiled at another outspoken mental exhortation as he watched her squirm a little in her bonds, her knees dragging along the floor as she tried to squeeze her thighs together. Her ‘cunt’ was indeed quite moist, with a tempting trickle of juice coating her rather puffy nether lips, now a swollen, aroused reddish-pink. Still, he’d like to hear her beg, first.

“Do you know why I am here, Luisa?”
“You must be a slave buyer.” (And you want to fuck me, so do it, please…)
“How would you like to spend a lifetime as my personal whore?”
“What? No! I’m a free woman. Never.” (No!) Draken tensed a little, and then chided himself silently. She’d been an accommodating slut right from the start and he almost blew it all right there.
“Well, then how would you like to feel good? Feel something like… this?” Draken crouched at her side and cupped the underside of her hanging left breast, slowly stroking from side to side. Luisa turned to face him again.
“Yes. I like to feel good, just, just like that.” (His touch is so sensual.) “I want more.”

Cupping her left breast with both palms, Draken marveled at its fullness, and relished its creamy texture, his palms fondling her breast flesh, avoiding her nipple. His palms at the sides of her breast, he began to slightly press his palms together, to be rewarded with her delicious mental moans, even as she closed her eyes and remained silent, her back again arched upward as far as she could, her upper torso more or less upright.

His palms pressing with added pressure, his thumbs stroking her aureoles, he teased yet another exhortation from her: (Lick me there, please!) Extending his forked tongue, he deftly caught her long-neglected nipple between both forks of his warm tongue and licked lightly, the narrow, rough extensions playing over her nipple. The sight of a devilish forked tongue and its expert ministrations was enough for her to cry out loud and clear.

Even as he started nibbling lightly on her hard nubbin, his hands released her left breast, cupping her long neglected right breast, and she squirmed at the touch. Kneading her right breast firmly with just the right pressure, Draken took her left nipple firmly in his lips, sucking sweetly as she trembled. Then he released her, pulling back and getting up.

“No! Don’t stop!”
“Beg me!”
“I… Please, I beg you, make me cum! I want it so bad! Fuck me, please!”
“Oh, but I will!”

Standing right before her, Draken hastily disrobed, revealing to Luisa his naked male body. His torso and arms were all hard, rippling muscle, his skin pale white. A young, hard-bodied stud, with his hard dick springing from his armor: Luisa guessed it was about 8 inches long, and one-and-a-half inches wide – she was in for a ride. (That’s a lovely dick). Guiding his cock, rubbing its tip over her pretty face, Draken smeared pre-cum all over, especially right under her nose, and smiled as she twisted her neck trying to catch it in her mouth. She was such a slut.

He trotted around her until he was again admiring her exposed cunt. If it’d looked tempting earlier, now it was absolutely irresistible. Her thick, fiery red cunt lips pouted slightly. Her juices were streaming from her pussy, coating her inner thighs with her intoxicating juice, such that her smooth, toned thighs and pussy were glistening with the moisture of pure arousal in the bright white light. Barely reining in his instincts by now, Draken stroked his right palm over her both her inner thighs and his left palm over her bared puss, slowly and firmly, scooping her nectar in both hands as she jerked her hips back for the long awaited release.

Reaching forward, the tip of his dick teasingly rubbing over her slit, his palms pressed onto her breasts, rubbing her warm juices well into her firmness. (Oh my, oh my!) She was beyond coherent thought now, and when Draken placed his palms before her, commanding her to lick them, she complied lustfully, partaking of the sweet nectar of her own flower, her cheeks burning with shameful arousal.

As Draken’s hard dick slowly slid into Luisa, a finger stroking her neglected clit in slow circles, she cried out loud: “Oh yes!” The time had finally come, and even as Draken fought to keep a slow pace, the Sharessan’s now unbridled lust saw her pumping his thick shaft, her hips thrusting wildly. For both of them, it was a tight fuck, and Luisa felt her pussy stretched to an extent she rarely felt – and it was great!

Draken pounded the redhead with a steady, even, well-practiced stroke, keeping himself enticingly close to the edge while Luisa made her way, his hard chest and abs grinding onto her firm back as his hands roughly kneaded her breasts. After a while, as her noises grew louder, he raised her hips a little with his forearm over her tummy, to gain more leverage to pump deeper into her tight depths. His free hand rubbed her clit in short swirling circles.

Draken then heard a ear-splitting howl, felt her clench his meat, and heard himself scream as he arched his back, releasing his hell-spawned cum into her cunt with the force of fire-breathing dragon, even as Luisa’s cunt kept grasping his cock, milking his seed. Finally, fully spent, Draken withdrew, his semi-limp dick coated thoroughly with both their ejaculates, Luisa slumped forward on her elbows, her breasts shaking with her deep breaths.

* * *

Walking briskly, Luisa’s rescue party was soon at the slavers’ hideout.

“The choice as usual is between going on the offensive or trying to sneak through it. I’m personally partial to the former; I feel like it, and it’s likely they’re prepared for any sort of option two.” Val said.
“I’ll leave the tactics to you two. I’ll stay outside here.” Lyndia said.
“As you like. I’ll do the usual buffing spells, and we’ll try our best. We’ve done this before, so there’s hardly anything we can’t deal with. Rocky will tag along too.”

Back at the alley where they started off, Val commenced her numerous castings. Firstly, spells to coat them both with a layer of stone skin – well known as a stoneskin spell, followed by a shimmering sphere on both on them to ward off elemental damage. Kat recognized the next: a group haste spell for improved alacrity, then one Val said she used to absorb spells thrown at her, manifest as a pulsing blue glow around her feet.

The tanner’s shop Lyndia had led them to was, by all appearances, a nondescript roadside shop-house. Fully prepared, Kat proceeded to unlock the door, crouching low to pick precisely. Pushing the door slowly open, a bolt of lightning streaked just above Kat, singeing her hood. Leaping back to safety, Kat quickly drew her short bow even as a gang of minotaurs – humanoids with bull’s heads and 8 feet tall, well-built and armed with brutish clubs and axes – charged through the doorway, bellowing with rage. Lyndia appeared to have retreated into the shadow and safety of the alley.

With her practiced hands and lips, Val loosed a lightning bolt of her own that struck one of the lumbering beasts, and leapfrogged one to another, winding its way back through the beasts back into the room, which then rang with muffled bellows of pain, before fizzling out, the first minotaurs struck stared wide-eyed at the gaping hole through its chest before falling, the hapless victim of the infamous chain lightning spell. Those that survived the sizzling still charged headlong toward their foes and fell prey to Kat’s lethal rapid fire. In ten seconds Kat had loosed as many arrows. Emerging through the narrow door, the stupid beasts were easy targets for Kat. Between her arrows and Val’s magical bolts of energy, they were quickly disposed of.

Just as the last of the minotaurs fell, the doorway was cleared once more, and with their keen, persistent night vision both women spotted a minotaur, brandishing a staff, fire another lightning bolt, this time at Val. Striking her with pinpoint accuracy, Kat winced as the bolt clashed with her protective auras and watched her friend grimace in pain. Still, her protections had borne the brunt of the shot, and Kat quickly stepped up, shooting the staff wielding minotaur through the skull, and it crumpled lifelessly.

Inside the shop, the duo stepped over charred corpses and peered around. The rank, nose-numbing odor of beast blood and curing oils permeated the irritably humid air. Leather hides hung from the low ceiling, and heavy barrels lined the walls, except where the fireball blast had smashed them to smoking cinders.

“There’s got to be a secret passage.”
“Behind a wall? Let me get the barrels away.” Motioning for Kat to back away, she cast a fireball that spread from herself into a ring of fire that smashed into the barrels, blazing them into ash.

When the smoke cleared, both women peered anxiously about, and found a gaping square hole set into the ground, covered by barrels just a little earlier, that led to a flight of steep stairs. Even with night vision they couldn’t see where it ended. Kat nodded in readiness, and led Val down.

Leaning against the wall to avoid stepping on the center of steps, the most common of traps, they reached the bottom to find an eerie cavern. Skulls hung on stalagmites glowed a low purple. A ring of stone spiders as large as cows seemed to reflect the inhabitant’s peculiar taste in décor, but both girls knew they could just as well be golems, magically animated guardians. A throng of minotaurs stood stationed along the walls.

Wasting no time, Kat, with bow in hand shot at the closest minotaur, and its comrades roared in rage, bounding towards the trespassers. The spiders came to life, beady eyes on their stony forms pulsing in artificial consciousness. Val summoned ‘Rocky’, an earth elemental from another plane of existence to help them. Crawling as if from the earth itself, the creature seemed made of beige rock, with veins and arteries of molten lava. Its clubbing fists were well out of human proportion, both as big as its rocky head. At ten feet tall, it towered over anyone.

Of course Val never knew if it was always the same ‘Rocky’ she summoned, but they looked about the same.

As the spiders and a dozen minotaurs advanced towards them, Val unleashed a glowing blood-red lance that arced straight toward one of the spiders. Slicing through a few errant minotaurs on the way, the lance of force dug deep into the spider, shattering its body as its eight disembodied feet still twitched. Kat kept on shooting while Rocky crushed any minotaurs who ran afoul of him, his burly fists bearing down on them with impunity.

Loosing a rain of crushing hailstones and bone-chilling ice onto the rampaging beasts, the minotaurs were bludgeoned, beaten and decimated, with only the four spiders remained to face them off. One of the spiders had finally made its way to the lumbering Rocky. Far more agile and nimble, the charging spider had stabbed Rocky right through the chest, and both women could see lava dripping through the wounds. Still, Rocky reached forward to grab onto one of the legs, its free arm reaching forward to pound repeatedly onto the offending spider’s body.

The other two spiders quickly rushed up to their comrade’s aid, rearing up on their hind legs to stab Rocky repeatedly with their needle-like legs. The smaller spiders had leaped up and latched onto Rocky, stabbing his back where he couldn’t reach back to tear them off. Watching as chunks of beige rock get torn out and lava splashing about, Val knew Rocky’s time was just about up. While all four spiders were centered on Rocky, Val loosed a blazing fireball that singed her fingertips, and then soared through to ignite in a blast of roiling flame as it hit the elemental. Caught at the heart of the blast, all that was left of the spiders and Rocky were hand-sized chunks of rock.

“Something tells me that isn’t the last we’ll see of Rocky,” Val mused.
“I wouldn’t be so sure, humans. You might not live much longer,” A dry, raspy voice scratched across the cavern as a dark elf wizard stepped out into view, one of the cavern’s ten doors closing behind him.
“Release all the slaves, and we might let you live.” Kat offered.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Veldrin, purveyor of fine slaves. I specialize in harlots. I think the two of you have the looks. I’d treat you especially well.” Veldrin taunted as he stepped closer.

Even as a purple translucent sphere materialized around Veldrin, he declaimed a word of power and a dozen glowing balls of light burst from his fingertips, striking both women, sending Kat staggering back, peppering her with bruises. Val, with the offending missiles absorbed by her mantle, readily replied with her own spell. A mote of light sped through the cavern and melded into Veldrin’s protections, willing it away.

Kat was quick to note the change, and although the drow was quick to start another casting, his words collapsed into meaningless gurgles as he grasped at his throat, the arrow piercing his windpipe. In moments, his senses were lost in oblivion.

Terse, mocking applause rang from above, from somewhere in the cavern’s expansive space. It appeared to be a human in green plate mail, just that he had hooves. He wore an obnoxious grin.

“I must say, that was quite the fireworks display. I particularly enjoyed your last spell, some sort of protection breach. It was this little wink of light, and Veldrin’s quaint blue bubble popped just like that. I liked it!”
“Do I have to blast you too?”
“Not really, unless you’re feeling belligerent. I won’t stand in the way of your rescue mission; in fact I’m just about back off to my home in a higher plane of existence, dear. I had the chance to sample a slave before you so rudely intruded.” Even as he spoke, Val felt strangely drawn to stare at him in the eyes, although her anger overrode the peculiar feeling.
“Begone, then.”
“Although I must admit, I was half-expecting Veldrin to prevail. I would have enjoyed sampling you two too. Farewell! Have a nice day!” With a flourish of his walking stick, the levitating tiefling placed his hand on his chest, and then vanished from sight.

As was customary exploring and adventuring practice, it was time to loot the dungeon. Veldrin’s remains yielded his robes, which Val folded and tugged into her sleeve, and a set of keys. All ten doors, except for the one leading to the study, led to prisons that were simple steel enclosures with cold devices of bondage and torture. Each cell held one or two slaves, all women. Unlocking their bindings, the captives were directed to the exit.

Finally, Val found the Sharessan without looking for her distinctive anklet. A blue-eyed redhead, she was gorgeous, with her hair in a ponytail, and all the curves in all the right places. She’s prettier than even I am, Val thought. Then she found herself eye to eye with the captive, and smiled reassuringly.

“You’re safe now, Lyndia’s upstairs waiting for you.” Val quickly unlocked her bonds.
“Thank you.” The Sharessan stood up slowly, looking slightly uncomfortable. That was when Val saw a thin stream of fluid trickle down the Sharessan’s thigh. The slaves here had been sampled, and most recently, her. Looking at the floor she had been bound to, Val noted the telltale puddle, and the intoxicating musky scent of sex, while Kat’s alert eyes followed Val’s. They turned to accompany the Sharessan up. Back on the street, in the darkened alley, Lyndia and Luisa hugged as Lyndia patted her back, whispering soothingly to her fellow priestess. Kat asked for clerical healing and Lyndia cast her healing spells without further ado, and with a surge of warmth the rogue felt her bruises heal up.

“Lyndia, just before we freed everyone, we met a man in green armor; he looked like a tiefling. He vanished right before our eyes, and although he led us to believe that he was returning to some home plane, it might be a simple ruse to let our guard down. I suggest we stay over with you for the night, just in case.” Val offered.
“I don’t see why not. Come, it is late, even for the likes of us. I’ll have an acolyte keep watch, we’ll have a good rest, and we’ll settle rewards first thing tomorrow morning.”

High above them, bobbing slightly with the wind was Draken, levitating and watching keenly as the four women strode back towards the House of Desires. He couldn’t help marveling at the allure of all of them. Stroking his chin, he smiled to himself, the makings of a grand plan to ensnare them all slowly but surely taking shape in his devious, devil-spawned mind.

* * *

Kat found herself the first to awake. Sitting up on her plush white mattress, she stretched her arms. She’d spent the night in Lyndia’s personal bedchamber, and perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised that the spacious room had beds for a dozen. The walls were awash in murals depicting varied debauchery, the domed ceiling picturing a couple in a most intimate embrace. She sighed. Their reputation was far from undeserved.

Besides that, the room was quite tastefully designed. The spotted white marble floor, cool to her feet, matched the ring of marble pillars rising up to the ceiling. At the center of the ring was a fountain, with sparkling water sprinkling from a vase held under a nude woman’s arm. A circle of windows high up the walls revealed the dim glow of early morn.

Val laid snoozing on the bed beside hers, while Lyndia and Luisa shared a queen-sized bed, quite separated. Kat half-expected to see them wrapped around one another, then chided herself for even thinking that. Getting up to dress in last night’s adventuring garb, she wondered if the House’s other occupants had yet to rise. Perhaps she could have a discreet look around.

Stepping out of Lyndia’s chambers, she found herself in the establishment’s main hallway, with the entrance on her right currently bolted shut. The walls were decorated in the same vein as in Lyndia’s room, although the ceiling was bare and the floor was made of parquet. Adjacent polished wooden doors were plainly labeled; there were the ‘clergy quarters’, the ‘shop’, the ‘altar’, and a ‘festhall’. Festhalls were pretty commonplace in developed cities, just a place for eating, drinking, dancing and fun.

At the far end of the hallway just opposite the entrance were double-sided doors. Despite being unlabelled Kat knew by instinct that they probably led to very spacious chambers for the less… socially acceptable part of Sharess worship.

Before she could think of doing anything else, a blonde man of average build, wearing a light blue doublet and black breeches, with passably attractive features, strode towards her. He must have been stationed in the hall to keep watch.

“Greetings, milady. Lyndia instructed me to keep watch.”
“Thank you. Luckily enough, we weren’t troubled tonight. You look pretty fresh for someone who’s been up all night.”
“Oh no, I had a good rest, I was just up an hour or so ago, taking over from my fellow. We aren’t open to the public for about an hour and a half. Perhaps I could interest milady in some lovemaking?”
“Excuse me?” Kat took a tentative step back.
“Forgive me, milady,” he said as he placed his palm over his chest, bowing slightly, “many of our worshippers and visitors are usually very forward. Clearly I was wrong to assume such of you. I’m very sorry.”
“You’d better be careful with yourself too. If you so much as touch me… “ Kat stroked the hilts of her shortswords, and the man sighed softly.

“As you wish. My lady Sharess advocates pleasure, and we would never seek to force you against your will.”
“Whatever. I’m just thinking of taking a walk around, either in here or out.”
“Hmm. I doubt you’ll want to visit the festhall or orgy hall. The altar room and our quarters are clearly off limits, and we cannot open the doors to let you out just yet.”
“Why not?”
“A formality. Besides, there are those who wait outside for us to open every morn, and we have designated opening hours. Could I interest milady with a look around our shop? We are well stocked with items for your personal pleasure.”
“It doesn’t look like a have a lot of choice. Lead on then.”

Kat followed as the cleric unlocked and opened the door to the ‘shop’, and quickly saw he wasn’t joking about ‘well-stocked’. The round room was the size of a common tavern’s taproom, and the various stalls were all plainly labeled.

Taking a look around, the first few stalls were stocked with an array of lingerie – various bras, panties and thongs, along with stockings and garters, and other outfits like teddies and babydolls and camisoles, among others. Finding a sheer black bra her size – 35B, Kat asked the cleric for some privacy.

“I’ll be keeping watch as I was before you came along. Just replace everything after you’ve tried and sampled – I don’t know how well you know Lyndia, but I don’t want any trouble.” Kat nodded and he closed the door behind him.

Bolting the door from the inside, Kat undressed, suddenly feeling a little playful as she tried the bra and a matching black panty. Mmm! Soft to the touch, they were comfy to wear. Kat looked herself over in a full-length mirror. Her arms were well toned without being bulky, defined by lean muscle. Her nipples were in view, her abs positively rippled as she flexed them, and her long legs were shapely and well muscled, rippling with every small step, leading to her unshaven crotch, her private fuzz showing through the sheer panties. Turning around, the definitions of her firm back in full view, she flexed her gluts, and watched as they hardened, rounding impressively as her ass cheeks clamped down on the panty fabric and she smiled in satisfaction. My butt’s perfect, she thought.

A dozen sexy outfits later, Kat was back in the buff and feeling quite a bit naughtier, the clothes she wanted back in place – she’d remember to get them later. Beyond the lingerie stalls were the most common sex toys: dildos, in all shapes, sizes and colors imaginable, and Kat found the glass dildos looked special. Maybe I’ll try it on for size later, she thought.

Looking around further, she found the store really seemed to be the conclusive one-stop shop for sexual goods. There were a few stalls for bondage-related activity, with classic black leather outfits, binding tools, whips, sex slings and stuff Kat didn’t really see before, with a cursory glance. Toys for men were available too in a separate store, mostly penis sleeves, so-called pocket pussies. Another stall featured sex dolls, and Kat found herself put off by their oversized boobs.

Still the last few stalls, displaying more specialized toys for girls was of the greatest interest. Holding up a string of ben wa balls, she rolled them around in her palm, her free hand rubbing over a string of beads. Next, curiously opening up a labeled cardboard box, Kat fished out two small black rubber caps – clit or nipple kissers.

Turning around to make sure she was really alone, Kat slowly sat on the floor. It had been a while since she’d last played with herself, and despite her own misgivings (grown women shouldn’t have to masturbate!) she found herself excited by the prospect, her nipples tingling in response. Her aureoles were small, but her nipples relatively thick and as long as the last joint of her little finger when excited. I’ve had my best orgasms by myself, Kat thought, and licked her own fingertips before slowly stroking them over her own nipples, feeling them spring to life at the gentle attention. Holding them lightly between her fingers, Kat tugged slightly, and felt that swell of sensation spread from her nipples as a tingle all over.

Picking up the rubber caps, Kat quickly licked them over, and then firmly pressed them onto her nipples, sighing as she squeezed them lightly, the devious design creating a vacuum over her nipples with perfect suction. Mmm. The suction certainly worked a lot better than with those sold elsewhere. Holding the caps in her fingertips, Kat took a deep breath, and then squeezed them just a little more firmly, squirming a little at the sensation. She’d always been sensitive there. With another deep breath, Kat squeezed down, then slowly twisted the caps around, and cried out softly as she felt her nipples twist along.

Lost in sensation for just a while, it took a bit for Kat to realize someone was rapping on the door quite insistently. Cursing, she got to her feet, replacing the caps and dressing before opening the door to the watchdog cleric.

“Hope you’ve enjoyed yourself, milady, but we’re opening for business soon. Lyndia, Luisa and your friend are already at breakfast in the festhall, and are awaiting your company.”

Nodding in acknowledgement, Kat made her way to the festhall even as she felt her nipples, still unpleasantly hard, chafe against her bra. Damn it. It felt so good just a while ago. Thinking about it sent residual tingles through her lithe frame.

The festhall, complete with a dancing floor, bar, and dining tables was mostly empty early in the morn. A flight of stairs just beside the door led to a second level, and Kat could see a corridor lined with doors, probably to private rooms. Val and the rest were already dining, and Kat joined their table, a set of bacon, scrambled eggs and raisin bread ready for her.

“So what’ll you be up to now that you’re free again? See the world? Kat and I could use a cleric to patch us up in our travels.” Kat winced inwardly at Val’s suggestion; she just didn’t like that idea. Sharessans were stupid sluts.
“Maybe sometime in future, for now, I’m researching one of the goddess’ artifacts; I’ll be visiting some of the archives and libraries around. You can always find me here, later in the day. I’d like to see you around, Val.”
“Sure! I’ll be sure to drop off some other time. I believe Lyndia has a sort of reward for us two.”
“That I have. Well, when Kat’s done meet me back in my bedchambers.” Done dining, Luisa and Lyndia took their leave first.

“Where were you?” Val asked.
“I was at the shop, their sex shop. They had some nice clothes and toys.” Kat replied between bites of bread.
“Sounds interesting! Gobble up and we’ll see what we can get.” Val lit up, positively thrilled at the prospect.

Later back in Lyndia’s room Val and Kat watched as the mistress of the House walked up to the fountain and pressed her palm to the statue’s vase, muttering under her breath. A beam of red light shone from the vase, striking the wall straight on, which shimmered and faded from view to expose a hidden vault – a small storage room with a gleaming metal chest and leather bags lying on shelves. Kat’s eyes widened as Lyndia opened the chest, filled to the brim with shining gold. Lyndia poured some casually into an empty leather pouch, then handed it over to Val.

“Here’s a thousand gold, give or take a bit. It was nice having you help out – I don’t think I’d have managed to free Luisa by myself.” Lyndia smiled.
“What do you know about the green-armored tiefling? He got away. I hate having that loose thread at the back of my mind.” Kat asked.
“Luisa said he called himself Draken. Apart from which I know nothing. I’m sorry. The only way I knew where Luisa was was through the anklet she wore. They’re slavers. They don’t need to know someone to abduct them, dears.”
“I see. Well thank you for your gold. Farewell then.” Val and Kat exchanged cheek kisses with Lyndia, and then made for the door, but Kat stopped halfway in her tracks. She turned to face Lyndia once more.

“I was wondering if we could get some kind of discount from your store. I was looking around earlier today, and I saw some… interesting items.”
“Oh! So that’s where you went! I thought you went to… Anyway, sure! I’ll come along with you two, the merchants all know me.”

Back in the store, Lyndia informed the shopkeepers of the discount to be given – a good 10%. Passing them a key to a private room on the festhall’s second floor, for ‘private pleasure’, she excused herself to attend to ‘other business’.

”Hey Kat! Look at all that lingerie they’ve got! Let’s go try some on.” Val took Kat by the hand, but Kat stood still, pulling Val back.
“Valeria. There’s something else we got to do first.”
“Oh, alright. You can tell me.” Val knew Kat only used her full name when she had something important or urgent to say, squeezing her hand.
“It’s been a darn long time since we played our game.”
“Oh! Oh, okay! Goodness, Kat, you looked so serious. I thought it was bad news. You’re right; we haven’t played in a long time. We’ve been pretty busy, huh?”
“Yea, so we have. You know how just now I was looking around in here? I found some really fun looking toys, and they’ve got like a cartload of dildos around. Let’s get what we want and go to the room Lyndia gave us.”
“Aye, aye, ma’am! This sounds like it’ll be so much fun.”

* * *

Checking her door was locked, Lyndia went back to her bed, sat up with a square mirror propped up before her, and waited. Lyndia knew everything that went on in her House first hand, with the help of the magic mirror that allowed her to watch over her home wherever she was.

Focusing on the room she’d let to the two adventuresses, her image in the mirror swirled and faded, replaced by a top-down of the room from the ceiling. They might know a technique or something she didn’t, and Sharess advocated experimentation with potential new pleasures. All right, so maybe she wanted to just look at those two for a bit. The goddess knew, she wasn’t usually into other girls, but those two were gorgeous – hourglass figures and achingly beautiful faces. They were probably just playing together, but who knew? When the two women finally stepped into the room at five past nine, Lyndia leaned in a little, watching closely, feeling her cheeks warm.

* * *

Locking the door behind her, Kat opened the case of toys, placing on the sparsely decorated room’s king-sized bed, watching as Val unloaded it. First retrieving two gleaming glass dildos, she placed them on the bed, aside from each other. Following those were matched pairs of clit kissers, butt plugs, G-spot dildos, anal beads, strings of ben wa balls, orgasm balls and various dildos.

It certainly wasn’t the first time they’d masturbated together, a mutual pastime that started when Kat caught Val rubbing herself one quiet night camping in the wild. Since then they’d always did it together; it just felt more enjoyable, since both of them loved to go slow, and a great way to let go when men weren’t around. Their personal game with a little contest, just ‘our game’, followed soon after. They quickly undressed, giggling as they gathered their personal pile of toys, sitting facing each other.

“Kat, you’ve got such great legs. I’m jealous as hell.” Kat smiled, stretching her well-muscled thighs and calves out.
“Yea, you’ve told me that like, a thousand times. Your legs will tone up if you just ran around more.”
“Well I’ve told you a million times: my boobs are too big, they hurt when I run, silly. Can we just get going?”
“Yup. Kat says, lick both your palms all over.” Kat said, and both girls obeyed, licking thoroughly.

“Val says, rub those wet palms… hmm, rub those wet palms over your tummy, just below your boobies.” Watching themselves and each other, both girls did as told to, their fingers grazing the sensitive undersides of their breasts.

“Kat says lick a finger then run it over your cleavage.”
“Mmm! Tingly.” Val had always liked breast play in particular.
“Your turn, silly.”
“Val says, suck the glass dildo, and swirl the tip, in circles, over your breasts but not the nipple.” Kat, sucking her own dildo, watched as Val traced circles over her own breasts, her knees a visible pink, then followed, feeling her nipples sting as the wet trail ran over her sensitive skin.

“Kat says, spread your legs wide open.” Both girls obeyed, revealing their most intimate flower.

“Val says, stroke around your pussy with your wet glass dildo.” Elsewhere, Lyndia was naked too, idly stroking her pussy with her palm. How could they stand so much teasing?

“Kat says, stroke between your pussy lips with the wet dildo.” At Kat’s command, both stiffened at the touch of the cool glass against their warm cunts. Going from vague to direct sensation, the teasing phase was over. Taking turns to issue commands, the real fun had just begun.

Like mirror images, both girls began toying with their own greedy nipples, stroking them with light, grazing touches of the fingertips, and then rubbing them between their fingers. Their hard pink buds at full attention, the nipple-cum-clit kissers were brought to bear. This time it was Val’s turn to marvel at their flawless suction over her lovely large nipples, with wide puffy aureoles: “I love these suckers!”

As mirror images, Lyndia had a full view of the two grown women squeezing black rubber caps over their own nipples, their breasts a glowing red, their eyes closed in concentration, and couldn’t resist reaching up to tweak her own nipples. “Oh, Sharess,” she voiced her pleasure to her goddess, over and over.

Following Val’s instructions and example, Kat placed her nipple kissers away, holding the wand with the bulbous tip. Pressing the egg-shaped protrusion to her nipple, she mentally thought of the word ‘one’, and felt the wand thrum to life, the bulb vibrating gently against her engorged nipple, releasing waves of tingling sensation. Glancing over, Val was voicing strong opinions about the new wand, groaning as her face scrunched up, a puddle appearing on the bed sheets below her spread pink legs.

Val trembled as she obeyed Kat, stroking herself, her secret lips, with her bare palm, feeling the slick juices coat her sticky skin. Unknown to Kat she’d made her own wand rise to level three now, and it thrummed hard and fast over her hard, swollen nipple, sending tingles all over, right down to her hard, swollen clit.

Upright and on her knees, Lyndia reached down to work the dildos in her holes. The 10-inch long, two-inch thick monster in her puss stretched her wonderfully, and its ridges ran tightly over her depths, its thinner brother digging deep into her asshole. Squirming in sensation, Lyndia watched the girls intensely still, scrutinizing their sweaty, red bodies, and their shaking breasts, waiting for their climax. Their pussy lips were blood red and gleamed with thick moisture.

She didn’t have to wait too long. Val, lying on her back by now, gave the final command: “Val says to get to the edge.” With her knees up, Val drove a pliable, realistic looking dildo, with veins and all, fingering her clit with her thumb as her free hand twisted and tugged at her nipples, her skin red all over with the flush of pleasure.

Kat worked the glass dildo, her clit pulsing with need, her free hand using the wand on her nipples. The slick, smooth dong now pulsing harder, faster at Val’s last command, Kat thought of her secret fantasy. She thought of the men of the Silent Network, those with hard bodies and good looks, stuffing her mouth and pussy, and maybe even her asshole with their hard, thick-veined, red hot dicks, her senses reacting to her lustful thoughts, a flush of red heat assaulting her breasts, her nipples, her pussy, like a spray of fresh cum, her cunt tensing for a while. Kat stopped moving for a while, willing the orgasm back just this one time.

Val heard Kat’s usually strong voice just about whimper she was close, and thought of her own fantasy- Tied to stocks in the doggy position, in a quiet attic, a charming elven man, now grinning, her ass tightly shafted from behind with a gleaming glass dildo, his sleek hands stroking her pussy, pumping her depths with three fingers as she came, her juices spurting to form a thick puddle on the floor as she screamed, thrashing helplessly bound.

“One.” Val started the count, at the end it would be over.
“Two.” Val continued, and by now Kat had the wand thrumming her clit. Counting mentally with Val, the vibrations at her clit suddenly surged.
“Three!” Kat screamed as she creamed, the magic wand reached its thrice its initial intensity, her clit pleasured like never before.

Lyndia watched as both girls came at three, watching them thrash about on the bed, their sweaty red bodies, a puddle of cum at their pussies, their delectable faces twisted in deep and hopeless pleasure, her dildos still pumping keeping her at the edge – then she saw a thin stream of female pussy juice squirt from Val’s pussy, felt her neck and cheeks tingle hotly and her cries joined theirs as she slumped to a side, her thighs clenched together as she came gloriously.

“I came.” Val announced, her nipples still stinging, as she felt the last waves of her orgasm fade, sitting up and watching with a smile as Val still shook, her hand gripping the bed sheets. A short while later, a panting Kat echoed her: “I came too, but after you. I’ve won this time.”

“Besides, mine was surely harder. Damn, that magic wand thing was really magic on my clit! I could never rub it like that.” Kat shared.
“Kat, I squirted. I could feel it, those hard clenches as it all came out, and it was so fucking good. Mine was definitely better than yours. See, my puddles much bigger than yours.”
“So you juice a little more. I don’t care; I’ve won this time. Lunch is on you.”
“All right, whatever. I feel a bit hungry anyway.”
“Val, look at the sun. I think it’s about noon. We spent the whole morn at Sharess’ pleasure.” She pointed out the window at the blazing sun high in the sky.
“Why don’t you be a honey and get us lunch? The festhall’s just downstairs.”
“Yea, I’ll go order, but I won’t bring it up for you, you lazy bitch. You keep all our stuff, we’ll eat downstairs and go.”
“Aye, you go first. I’m a little dazed.”

Watching from the corner of her eye as Kat wiped herself dry with the bed sheets, dressed, and left. Getting on all fours, Val lapped at the puddle of her own juices like a cat slurping a dish of milk, savoring her own salty brew. I am licking my own pussy juice, and loving it, Val thought shamefully. I am rubbing some onto my tits, she continued. Flushed with shame, a free hand reaching for her still-throbbing pussy, Val quickly came again, her cries muffled by the bed sheets on her lips – bed sheets soaked with her cum.

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