Sexy d&d IC Thread

"Perhaps we should start looking here?" Lea suggested, she was not one to leave things unexplored unless she was being pursued hotly. They looked more like wooden storage crates than treasure chests but one never knew, as they say one man's trash is a halfling's treasure!

When Lea's curiosity was satisfied, she looked up the staircase spiraling up to the next level. "Shall I lead?" She usually liked to be able to scout things out without the more...clumsy members of the party making a lot of noise. She shared Desira's doubts that the collar may not protect them here in the Sage's inner sanctum. Lea didn't really understand magic, but she did tend to recognize when things were not quite right.

She missed Jack's presence but understood his need to protect their escape. She looked to the cleric, hoping she would still stay close. She didn't want to test if she would still obey now that they were out of the maze. Oddly she was the only one remaining that she really trusted. Desira's impulsiveness made her nervous and of course Ariv was an unknown at least so far. But she had had good luck in companions this day, at least since the ill fated experience in the tavern.

Cortia shook hands with Ariv after the rest of the group had, giving a polite smile. "Sister Cortia, a pleasure to meet you." The group however would notice that the Cleric seemed distracted now. It had nothing to do with Ariv, or Jack staying behind, but everything to do with the collar. Now that she was inside the tower, the effects were much stronger, the priest resisting the urge to strip and await her masters command.

Inside the crates seemed to be supplies, both food and alchemical ingredients. Everything in the crates was fresh, lacking mold or signs of age, even the room itself was free of dust. This suggested that magic was keeping everything like this, or the tower was still occupied.

As Lee reached the top of the stairs to the next level she found it to be mostly empty, a thirty foot room devoid furnishings, just the stairway's on either side of the room. While suspicious, Lee could not spot any mundane trap, however she managed to miss the rune carved into the centre of the room.

Desira went a little nervous as Lea started checking the crates in a way she thought was careless, sure they were simple storage rates, but could as well had any trap or mechanism on them, fortunately that was not the case and she just took the chance to take some supplies, some water and food and even ink, papers or even a book if she was to find any.

She moved next to Lea then, "Sure but I'll following you closely, to assist you or cover you", leaving the less dextrous members in the back. Sure Desira didn't know how to disarm a trap, but was almost as nimble and sneaky as the little thief, she had trained to be a spy after all. And despite being slender and frail, she was just as athletic as Cortia. With Flute and Whip ready she was set to go, sneaking forward just as Lea did.

Lea found it difficult to work with someone so close "Why don't you go ahead?" She offered as she fell back closer to Cortia who was looking a bit uncomfortable. "You look a bit...flushed, are you OK?' Lea's concern was written on her face, she had taken a liking to the cleric despite the mark.

Her concern was also rather practical, Cortia was the closest thing to muscle the group had now. She needed her to be in top form and instead she looked as if she was ready to go into heat. "Ariv, would you take a look at Cortia's collar, do you know anything about such magic?" Lea was again feeling guilty as she had quickly placed the collar on Cortia's neck without fully considering the complications. "Show him your collar." She instructed as it was still covered up from the ruse with the ogres.

Cortia turned to Lea, biting her lip as she struggled. "Just temptation, nothing I wasn't trained to deal with." She joked, giving a smile. While it was true that members of the church were trained to resist temptation, that typically was against infernal or abyssal influence. Here she was fighting her own bodies lust and it was gaining ground.

When Lea suggested Arviv, Cortia didn't argue however. The Priestess gave the Dragonborn a smile, before pulling down the hood she'd been wearing. The black slave collar stood out on the golden champion easily as did its magic. It didn't take a major talent to tell this collar was enchanted, cursed too, so would take strong magic to remove. The specifics took some looking at, and the Sorcerer would be able to figure out the basics.

The Collar appeared to be enchanted with a altered version of the Dominate Person spell. While Cortia wore it she would have to follow orders if her mind couldn't resist it. Granted it was altered, on the perverted end of things, no one could order her to kill herself for example. But anything sexual, then Cortia was helpless. He'd also be able to figure that the collars effects was greatest when within the tower, but grew weaker outside it, so it'd have little to no effect on the priest once she was out of here.

"I met a girl Da other day~ We had a roll in da hay~." A voice called out, singing within the darkness. "Da dame she felt so right~ Because her bumb was oh so Tig-" - crash.- "Huh..." Thrak's aberrant singing was stopped by strange noises. -Thud... Rattle... rattle.- "Hmmm." Thrak pondered as he stood up from his chair, raising his lantern from the table at his side. "Noten should be here but Thrak and da rats! Well... Thrak Thinks. Thrak should go check!" Thrak's speech was something to be desired. But he was not a complete buffoon. Thrak understood his job, though it was backwater and foreign to him. Protecting? Guarding? Thrak thought one was to steal things, not protect things. As far as thrak understood, anyone standing between him and his comrades were to be Thumped! And their things taken. He never considered them guards but rather, easy pickens.

He raised his lantern, turning from his post to start walking down the stairs. Slowly and surely he made his way down to the second floor. His curiosity peaked, as he began to hear soft voices. Know anything about such magic, Thrak heard that clear. He couldn't understand what the two were talking about, but he liked her voice. It was soft, and small. Thrak couldn't help but think she was cute. Slowly, Thrak moved foreword. His ear's twitching as he heard the other voice. Just temptation, nothing I wasn't trained to deal with. Her voice sounded pure, resolved. Thrak gave a small chuckle, he liked that. She simply sounded like some one worth listening to. Maybe even help him get some shut eye with a long story. "Thrak likes stories." He whispered to himself as he stepped into a large circular room. "Woah," He gave a soft gasp, taking a step to his right. "Sage said, keep to da shadows. An nothing hurt Thrak." As Thrak spoke, he slowly slid along the wall. Strafing around the room until he met the door on the other end. Thrak continued to wander down the corridors, fallowing the voices until he can see a small light. As he neared it, he pondered what to say. He didn't want to Thump the pretty voices, especially if they belonged to pretty ladies! He knew he needed a game plan. And decided being blunt was best. "Thrak come in peace!" the voice called. Slowly, the giant of a man walked into the room. A small grunt escaping his lip's. "You theivings?" he asked, as he raised his lantern up high, lighting the room up more. "Thrak no like gaurden. It's not like thieven. It's boren, don't pay as well, and Thrak no get to thump humies. Ha ...ha... Thrak think you folks got da better job." As he spoke he looked between the different people. He was curious about the scaly fellow, Thrak had never seen a man like that. And sure enough, the lady with a smooth voice that would put Thrak to sleep, belonged to a pretty blond. "Smooth voice is pretty." Thrak whispered as he gave a harmless gaze upon the Clerics curves. But Thrak couldn't see the lady with the prettiest voice. Was she the pretty lady with the pointed ears?

It took Thrak a second, but soon he looked way down, to see her. A beautiful women, but she was... Half a women. Wee short, but that didn't put Thrak off at all. It was actually sexy. And she didn't dress to modestly either. "Oh, so you da lady with the prettiest voice. You tinier then Thrak thought, but Thrak think that's cute. Thrak like cute." As he said that, he gave a wide grin, a small chuckle escaping his lips as his other hand reached to scratch the back of his head. Thrak was nervous, he was never to good with people. In fact, the only people he ever got along with were bandits and thugs. So Thrak was not to confident in how well he would be received. "So, Thrak wonder what you all want? You heres to go thieven?"

Lea had slipped into the shadows as a matter of reflex as she heard the jovial half orc's approach. She marveled at the sheer size of him, thinking they would have their hands full without a true warrior in their party. She wished Jack was here but at least the brute was talking friendly. He seemed to be very intent upon checking out the others in the party, especially the females which drew his attention away from her. She doubted she could kill him outright but she could sure slow him down if it came to it. He didn't seem to be much of a guard, ready to abandon his post out of sheer boredom. Lea could relate to that, she always pitied the poor schmuck's who were standing guard when she slipped past, knowing they would catch hell at the end of their watch when they found their treasure gone.

He seemed to be looking for someone else, that worried her a little, almost as if he were looking for her. She waited to answer though until she was in the perfect position. She knew what orc's treasured most of all, a wicked smile crossing her lips as she stood in his substantial shadow. "I suppose the answer to your question depends on who wants to know?" Lea accentuated her question with the tip of her short sword which had pierced his hide armor to press right at the base of his heavy green ball sack.

As he looked at her, she had expected to see a fierce face which would strike terror into her tiny body. Instead what she saw scared her even more, a look of adoration. The mere thought of the lusty orc finding her attractive made her mind think of images of being split in two. "So who hired you to to your 'guarden'?" She asked, taking the slightest bit of pressure of her sword, having made her 'point'.

Ariv helped where he could in searching the room, but they didn't seem to find anything. The girls all seemed pretty nice, friendly enough and not so threatened by his appearance, actually interested in it. It was a new feeling, mostly people seemed to think he was an oddity, but perhaps these travelers were more worldly than the villagers he knew. Either way, it was a pleasant change. Introduced to all of them, the group took to moving on from the room, the dragonborn happy to let the stealthier members of the party scout ahead.

At the suggestion, he nodded a few times, stepping to Cortia. She did seem to have some sort of problem, and if he could help, all the better."Thank you," he said to her moving back the robe. "Apologies if this is a bit odd," he said, placing his scaled hands on the collar and a bit on her neck and back, trying to get a read on the magics within it. His own energies melded a bit with the item, causing a bit of a blush on his face as some lustful thoughts entered his head. Getting a feel for it, he released the collar. "How peculiar...The enchantment on this is quite powerful, high level magics. It's been altered though, uh, aimed more towards making the wearer subservient to perverse orders. The enchantment has a connection to this place, outside the tower I doubt it will have any effect at all," he said, explaining as they walked, yellowish eyes widening as they suddenly happened upon the large half-orc. Again, surprise guided his actions as firey energy started to gather in his hands.

While a bit simple, his words seemed to suggest that he wasn't looking for a fight. Even so, a large orc was menacing, the energy left his hands but he was at the ready. Were they thieves? Ariv hadn't thought so, but...he was intending to take something from this place that didn't belong to him. Does that count if it was to save his village? His thoughts were interrupted by Lea suddenly appearing under the giant of a man, sword poking toward a bit of an awkward place. "You're a guard here?" he said first, Lea having a good question of who wanted him to guard. "What exactly are you protecting?" he asked, wondering more about that, if he might have an idea what the demon wanted from this place.

As the half orc appeared out of nothing, Desira took his flute ready to attack the mighty looking man, thinking if was simply another guard. But the enormous man would just ask about their intentions without being aggressive, even when he was way too interested in the females. Desira would rush in front Lea to give her some cover behind, her just in case, thinking she wouldn't be able to outmatch him but certainly was the best trained to at least grapple him for a moment.

Seems the rest of the group had the same thought about him being a guard, She would wait until he answered the questions asked to him, Desira thought if he was a guard, he sure worked for he sage, which they wished to see to know about why was is summoning people to his tower, and she would request that they had a meeting with him. That's of course if it was the sage who was in charge of this.

Cortia let Ariv work, eyes trailing over him. She bit her lips as the collar pushed thoughts into her mind on serving the dragonborn, but she pushed them back. Pulling her eyes away, the Priestess listened to his explanation, nodding. "Sounds about right, will deal with it once out of here. Thank you sir."

She turned her attention back up ahead as the half-orc arrived. Once more thoughts filled her as she looked Thrak up and down, her eyes drawn to his muscles and what must lay under the armour. Once more her mind beat the thoughts of serving him off with a broom as she got her focus back. She saw Lea come out of the shadows and get in place behind the large man, then noticed how everyone else reacted.

Cortia didn't react the same in the slightest, instead she smiled at Thrak and approached, arm extended in greeting. "Well hello there, I am Sister Cortia, who might you be?" She asked, her tone friendly, her smile genuine. "Excuse my friends, they are a tad weary of the tower's guardians, we merely seek to answer a summons from the tower's master." Her approach had nothing to do with the slave collar, she just was a trusting person... too much so likely, but she hadn't gotten in trouble yet for it. "I'd be greatful if you could help us reach the top of the tower, if you're in a position to do so of course."

Thrak was a bit confused, and shocked. The three other then the tiny lady were being soft spoken. But all gave Thrak questions, making him have to think. The Tiny lady though, proven not to be as nice as Thrak had imagined. But Thrak liked a little bit of spark. You see, as she came from the shadows, Thrak felt the sudden cold touch of steel against his large sack. The blade had brushed against his hide pelt, it's sharpness proven true as his underwear was sliced, his large thick cock flopping down,resting upon the broad end of her blade. The sword giving a rather good size comparison.

His eyes widening as he stood up more straight. Nature kicking in, as his brain almost froze saying, 'dont move or their gone.' Thrak's eyes peered down, a devilish smile growing as he gave the little lady a devious wink. "Thrak Wants to know." He said answering her literally. He obviously didnt take her threat to seriously. To him, this was obviously a game! "Though Thrak not to used to these kinds of games. Thrak think humies call it Bedasm..." (BDSM). And with a quick sigh he got his mind out of the gutter, and began the troubling act of thinking. He didnt want to give his new friends nothing to work with. Wait, they were his friends right? Thrak was not sure, but it was easier to convince himself, yes. Especialy with the nice priesty lady. She was quite gentle to Thrak. Something he can respond to just as well as violence! "Thrak want to help pretty ladies.... No worry pretty Priest, Thrak help you. And Thrak guess he help scaly man to. Just not as much as pretty ladies." Thrak said to her, the last part meant to be more in jest towards the sorcerer.

"Thrak was hired by the weak Sage. Da sage is no boss. Thrak bigger, so why listen?" He began to say. All a while, his cock began to slowly harden against the blades broad end. The back of his brain still thinking about just how tight that halfling must be, how hed like to grab the priest by her collar, and see just how wide her mouth is. Or pull on that elf's ears, as he rides her from beh- Thrak shook his head. He had to focus. Especially not on his darker, ork like nature. Rape is not flattering to humies, not to halfies, scalies, or elfies to. But it was futile to stop that now, since now he had to talk as his fully erect cock went past the guard of the ten inch blade, his prick pressing against the halflings thumb. The small amount of warmth giving him a small shudder. "Uhem." He cleared his throat, and continued.

He turned to the scaly man, as the blush growing on his green cheeks was now visible. After all he is standing with his most precious part out in the open, at extreme risk of getting sliced. "Thrak no know what Thrak guard, but Thrak kno That thrak no guarding it... Oh wait, that make no sense... Sorry Thrak just know it important to Sage. Not anyfink else." Giving a small sigh, he looked down at the thief. And with a small smile he spoke. "But, Thrak know of hazardy things, Thrak show friends how he ignore them! Well... If Thrak remember... It tough to remember such things. So, can Thrak get boss pole an crotch away from pretty halfies blade?"

Lea was gratified to see Thrak rise up a bit defensively, sure enough he valued his 'boys' and didn't try anything foolish. As he looked down at her and answered in all seriousness, Lea nearly burst out laughing. Clearly he was a 'what you see is what you get' sort of fellow and Lea liked that. She had to look down to keep from smiling at him like a school girl and it was then that she saw the monstrous cock laying along the length of her blade. She swallowed once in amazement, her smile turning more to wonder at the size and thickness of it. It seemed to grow in pulses with every beat of his massive heart. It was steadily growing along the length of her sword as if it were reaching out for her.

Lea tried to close her mouth as she looked back up at Thrak to hear more of his tale. Fortunately his cock stiffened as it grew or she wouldn't be able to hold the weight with her sword hand alone. He seemed to genuinely want to join them, though his interest in the ladies was a little troubling as his 'sword' began to outgrow hers. She felt the slick wetness of his precum as his cock head pressed against her sword hand. She felt a pang of arousal as his cock head touched her flesh and her eyes looked up at his with an almost helpless gaze despite the fact that she was holding sharp steel to his most vulnerable area.

Before she pulled her sword away though, she took her free hand and though she couldn't grip full around his girth, she lifted his member upward and safe from her blade. "If the rest of you is as powerful as as...this, we could really use your help." She told him as she blushed at his wink and the feel of his heavy cock in her small hand. It would take both her hands to stroke him properly, she thought to herself, not really sure why such a thought should slip into her mind.

Holding his thick cock with one hand she lowered her blade carefully. She didn't release his shaft right away though. She was a still a little dazed at the heft of it and as she sheathed her sword she placed her second hand on his shaft, letting them both encircle his thickness. It was nearly 30 seconds before she realized what she was doing. She looked up once more "Oh....sorry!" She said with an embarrassed smile before releasing her soft grip on his impressive spear.

Thrak was pleased with her reaction to is 'might.' Her awed expression, sending a shiver through his loins. The helpless look in her eyes as she met his gaze, was all it took to make his cock as stiff as stone. And much like all of his muscles, his cock was storng, heavy, and powerful. A greyish green rod, with lime green vein's slightly popping out in his excitement. He wanted to show her just how helpless she can be to him, but it had to be for a later time. For now, everyone seemed serious. So for now, he had to hold back his libido. His pride however, not so much. His orkish nature showing as he tensed his muscles at her words. Flexing as he raised his massive long arms in a upward stretch, "Thrak is nothing but powerful." He gloated. Looking at the way she eyed his pole made him happy. It was well received, perhaps he was even desired? It was obvious the Halfling was intrigued. The human, did look him over as well, so maybe even she wanted him? The thought of women fawning over him filled him with pride, especially since he was not used to people handling his presence so well. Raising their blades? A victory compared to outright attacking him!

As her hand grabbed against his cock, he gave a loud cue. It almost sounded cute even, if not for his large stature. He found it adorable, as her little fingers fought to grip around the beastial rod, settling for only holding a little less then half it's girth. Raising it, she lowered her sword. A sigh of relief escaping him, since his large testices barely rested against the tip withouth sagging over the sharp edge. It was a real danger that he was glad his testiesendured and escaped. Thrak felt like a real hunk, a real man, Becouse her touch lingered. Her eyes drifted into thought. Watching his cock in a cute little daze. As she not only felt the warm girth, but wrapped her other hand around it. What thoughts had come to her mind? To make her rab his whole rod!? He watched as her hands fought to grip is thickness, holding it there as if gauging, calculating how exactly she can handle it if he were to pamper him. Her soft little hands held the girth tigt, unable to contain his desire, his cock leaked precum down his saft. four little droplets leaking down onto her hands. "No! No apologize, Thrak no mind. It is like all of Thrak, awesome."

Corta bit her lip as she watched the exchange between Lea and Thrak, collar or no, it was very distracting. Cortia blushed as she managed to pull her eyes away from Thrak's cock, looking up to face the half-orc. "Thank you Thrak, please, could you lead the way for us?" The priestess asked with a smile.

All the compliments Thrak threw her way, plus the way he looked at her left her mind racing. She couldn't help but picture the large warrior pinning her down and taking her with that mighty shaft. She glanced away to clear her head, though only managed to picture the rest of the group with either her or Thrak. "Lord give me strength..." She preyed under her breath, closing her eyes.

Lea fell into step behind the wall of muscle that was their newest party member. While both new members were as yet untried in danger as part of the group, the combination of Thrak's muscle and Ariv's magic were reassuring. She stayed right behind Thrak, if asked she would say it was to make sure he didn't 'forget' any traps but in reality she wanted a clear view of the amazing picture of masculinity. She wanted to run her fingers over each and every muscle, each one leading her back closer to that thick shaft that had so mesmerized her. Her mind also wandered to the unusual texture of Ariv's flesh and how different it would be to feel him pressed against her.

Lea didn't have the excuse of the collar to explain such thoughts, she was just naturally curious about such things. She wondered if they would stick together after this adventure or at least celebrate a successful and profitable mission. Or would Ariv melt back to where he came from once he found whatever it was he was looking for? Thrak she was rather certain would stay as close as the ladies would allow, perhaps even closer.

But first they would have to solve the mystery of the tower. She was surprised to find that the Sage was still alive, or was it an impostor trying to reveal the secrets for his own power and profit?

Desira would only stay by the side of her companion to make sure she was not in danger, but seeing how precisely she aimed at his jewels, she took some breath of relief. Still she would stay close to her, and had a magnificent view of the growing rod of the halforc. Seemed to her that Lea had already forgotten about the human warrior and found instead a bigger 'toy'. What happened next was more like flirting than negotiation or intimidation so they would be having a new teammate, a mighty one, in every aspect.

She gave a playful wink at Thrak as a signal of welcome to the party, and stepped back swaying her ass in way he could have a full view of it, pointing at his full size erection with it. As he went back she was able to see how Cortia breath was heavier and her cheeks tinged red.

Desira was more the kind of team player than a stand alone. Being able to support any of her companions in 'any' task, she would be glad to help fulfill the needs of all of her party members, maybe even at the same time. Hope there will time for that soon.

As the group would move forward, She would get closer to Lea, and whisper to her "You got us some nice 'big' addition to the party Lea, good job", being obvious at least for her what she was looking at, she continued patting her ass "You don't have to hide your thoughts, we will have some fun later."

Thrak gave Corta a wide grin . Giving the cleric the kindest smile possible from someone with tusk's, claws, and leathery skin. "Dat what Thrak good for! Friends no worry, Thrak best humie shield there is." As he said so, he began to walk foreward towards the front. As he neared Cora, he stopped to give her a playful few words. Meant to be nothing more then a tease. Thrak had no idea what the consequences would be, or that her collar affected her judgment. "You been looking at Thrak's pole pretty intently. Thrak think youd like a taste." As he finished speaking, he playfully stuck his tongue out at her. However that would affect her, time would only tell. But it couldn't have helped, that's for sure. In fact, these girls were lucky, a Dragonborn mage and a massive Ork? How could it possibly get kinkier? Oh ya, a half elf, Halfling, and a devout Cleric make up the girls. This to Thrak was like one of those bad porn scroll's he would find in a market, except this dynamic was real and totally turned him on. Turning foreword he continued to walk towards the front, but his pace was quite slow as he had gotten an eye full of the elven bards swaying hip's. A low groan escapes his lip's. Desira inventively walking in front of Thrak, her rear almost pointing at his large erection. So stiff it stood upright, Desira's own added flirtatious movements practically making him want to salute her. For having perfect, god given assets. Just like the rest of these girls. As Thrak made it to the front, he can since Lea close behind. It made him feel calm. The half lady was good at sneaking, so he wagered she had a good sense of danger to boot. And as they moved foreward, Thrak resisted the urge to whoop and holler at Desiras words behind him. Have some fun later ay? He thought, but Thrak wanted some fun now! Thrak had no clue what Lea was thinking. But he did plan on sticking with whomever would have him. But with a bit of thought, Thrak had realized that Lea just wanted to be near him. Just by how close she lingered, how her eyes seemed to pay more attention to him then the dimness ahead. Thrak liked it, and seeing as Desira encouraged lea not to hide her thoughts. Thrak thought he would do so as well. "Pretty Lea can touch Thrak's muscles if she like." He said, slowing his pace down. The sudden shift in pace allowed Lea to bump right into him. Thrak kneeling on one knee he quickly reached back. Giving her little time for resistance, as he lifted her up on his back, her head barely peering over his shoulder. "See, short lady can take break on Thrak. Thrak strong so he no mind." As he said so, his hands lightly gripped at her thigh's, feeling her soft plump leg's as he carried her over. For a short lady, her legs were still that of a model. Proportionate to her size yes, but still long and slender. He payed no mind hiding it. In fact, if she looked over his shoulder she can see his rod pulse, instinctively wanting her as he lightly gripped against her thighs. "Ha ha, piggy back ride on da pig man." Thrak joked, as he gave her a small bounce on his back, reaching farther back as he did so. His arms long enough to reach her firm rear. With a loud thud, his hands gripped her.

Slowly, Thrak stops to turn towards the others. "Heres da hazardy thing. Follow Thrak closely, okay dokay?" As Thrak spoke, he walked into the doorway, slowly and visibly strafing to his right, and walking along the wall. He was carefull not to grind Lea against it, as she was still on his back. Her firm rear still well within the mercy of his greedy grip. "See in da middle..." He said, as he nodded towards the center of the room. "Glowy light." Sure enough there was a barely visible, translucent glow in the center of the room. Whatever it was, perhaps the sorcerer would know? If not, Lea may have had experience with such a magical trap. Never the less, it was obvious not to touch it. Right?

Lea was embarrassed when she ran into him, she considered herself much to agile for such clumsiness but she was rather distracted. It was like walking into a brick wall though, she practically bounced right off of him and he didn't seem to move a speck. As she moved close enough to take him up on his offer to touch his muscles, she was suddenly scooped up and on his back. It was an interesting sensation seeing the world from Thrak's level, though she was a bit more focused on Thrak himself than the scenery. Her legs had to spread wide but she was easily flexible enough, though it seemed her feet were barely past his sides as she tried to wrap her legs around his massive chest. Her position left her mound pressed tight against the writhing mass of muscle that was Thrak. As he walked she couldn't help but feel the ripples of his powerful stride right through her core. Her hips began to rock to his rhythm until she was clearly humping his back.

With his powerful hands firmly gripping her ass she really didn't even need to hang on. Her hands were busy exploring the ripped muscles of his upper body. She glanced at the glowing magical trap with an uncharacteristic passivity as she bit her upper lip to keep from moaning audibly. She barely resisted the temptation to dig her heels into him to goad him forward once more when he paused to show the others the trap. She pressed herself against him, her full but relatively small breasts smashed into him as she reached down his front, wanting to feel his massive pecs, teasing his nipples through the hide armor. Lea's head was nowhere near the tower and its many hazards as she rode her new steed with building passion.

Ariv nodded, letting the girls continue to question the orc. He seemed all right, the dragonborn certainly wasn't one to question someone based on appearance. His family had to prove they didn't want to eat people more than once. Perhaps a bit...simple, but nice, friendly enough. His eyes widened as the questioning went on. Lea certainly seemed to take a liking to him, and vice versa, as the large erection of the man showed. Ariv opened his mouth a bit to say something, wondering if he should or not, not used to such public displays. If it wasn't before, it was clear now that his village had been very...conservative in their views and ideas, this was quite the leap away from that place. The dragonborn was actually enjoying it, such a difference.

Thrak turned to lead the way for them, and Ariv moved along with the party. He was lucky they'd came when he suddenly teleported into the tower, who knows how'd he be doing on his own, no direction or idea where he was. "How long have you been here, Thrak? Can't imagine very long, must be boring to be here for very long by yourself," he said, curious as they moved along. Thrak pointed out a trap as they went by, the faint glow of a magic barely making it noticeable. The sorcerer was curious, reaching into his depths of energy to see what he could find out about the trap, trying to be careful about it.

[[Ariv would like a check on it, just to see what he knows, trying not to set it off, but who knows what will happen?]]

Cortia watched Thrak approached, blushing slightly as he did. At his statement, her eyes lost focus and she purred. "I'd love to..." She however just about managed to stop herself having a taste right now, though barely. It took a moment for her to recover, waiting till he picked Lea up before she opened her eyes and moved again.

As Ariv checked the rune he was able to see it was a stored spell, set to cast if someone got close to said rune. The spell itself seemed to be Evard's Black Tentacles, clearly set to attack intruders. Though once more the sorcerer could sense the spell had been modified in several ways. With how this place had been turning out, it was easy to figure out how.

They'd soon reach the third floor which appeared to be a living area, meant for a few people. More specifically this was were Thrak had made his home the past few months. It was well equipped with some functional beds, a bar and plenty of food stored, not as lavish as the pleasure room at the start of this dungeon, but it was serviceable.

Desira would check on every move the couple was making right in front of, not sure if should be feeling jealous or joining them into a threesome, it has been long since she had a man, even longer a man that big. Not that she didn't enjoy the previous company of Cortia, but feeling her was just a little prelude for what could come next. Watching over Cortia and her raising excitement because of the collar, she bit her lips when her eyes met.

Should not forget about the scaly companion. Sure she never felt one before, wonder how would that feel, should she..., her thoughts were interrupted as Thrak told them about the trap ahead, easily avoided thanks to his warning, just to keep going ahead and up.

Once up, Desira walked to the bar, it was obvious there was no better drinks that the ones downstairs as this was intended probably for the sage's servants, still it would suffice if the group was to rest, eat or anything else. Jumping into the bar's table Desira crossed her legs and would just ask, "Are we close to the top, or would you rather rest", considering they didn't have time to do so in the pleasure room.

Making use of her jack of trade knowledge she got a grip on some bottles and began preparing a special drink, without even coming down from the table. Not exactly sure about what would it be, but sure it would something to delight upon. Delivering glasses to everyone she would call for a toast.

Thrak was please by Leas reaction to him. Feeling her entire being against him was soft, warm. He can make out her plump, cute little breasts pressing against his back. Her hand's greedily exploring him, as her body grinds against him with every step he took. Her hip's rocking against him, as he can slowly feel her humping his back. It was rather pleasing. The feeling of her tight leather against his flesh, as she greedily rubbed against him. His hands grip more firmly against her rear. His short claws digging into the leather just enough to give tender pleasure. But not enough to fully tare at her pants. It simply emphasized his pleasure, in holding such a small, plump and ripe bum. As Ariv asked him a question Thrak tried to answer. "Thrak been here for... Uh... Thrak do-" As he spoke, hell's kick against his side, his companion displeased with her mounts lack of movement. Thrak smiled "Thrak no care." He said as he moved on, his head tilting to lick against the soft skin of her arm, as her hands caress his muscles. "Thrak no perceive time well." As the Halfling would feel his muscles, she would discover just how his skin felt. It was alien compared to a humans. It was rough, like smooth leather. It was warm, with the hint of soft maluability that is flesh. His skin a velvet, with a feeling as intriguing as the it looks. Now if only she can have a taste of it's texture? Se if he is as juicy as his bright, slick, rough skin may portray.

As they made it to Thraks little den. Thrak wasted no time pulling his companion off from his back, and into his arms. His hand's grip against her bum more furiously, before he set's her on one of the chairs around the bar. Where Desira was already quick at work for making them drinks. Thrak turned to Desira, grabbing his drink with a small grin. "This no buzz Thrak..." He said with a small laugh. As it was a small shot glass. "Buuut. Thrak take anyway." He raised the glass, waiting for everyone els's toast before speaking his own. "To new friends." He said glugging down the drink. He gave Desira a small wink, as he set his glass down. Nudging it towards her. "Thrak handle his buzzing drink." He said. More then likely meaning, he can handle his alcohol.

Looking around, he knew his place was not well kept by him or any of the other guards, whom he assumes are already long dead out of stupidity. Well, Thrak was dumb but he was not completely unwise. Which is probably how he didn't die already. None the less, he was certain they can tolerate the dusty conditions for some well needed reprieve. "Thrak say we rest. Give friends time to had der treats." Looking to Cora, he reiterated his own tease from before. "Thrak know preist wants her treat." But as Thrak boldly flirted with everyone, he had not forgotten his little friend. His hand gleefully resting on her thigh this whole time. Thrak was true to his peoples nature, a sexual deviant. A real pig. Maybe if he was lucky, his own deviouncy can get him and Ariv laid. He knew he needed it, he has not had it for some time.... As for Ariv, he looked like he was not to experienced in pleasures, and seeing as Thrak loved himself an orgy. He had hoped the sorcerer was no boy, but a man eager to learn from these fine women.

Cortia followed the group up, inspecting the place with a nod. It seemed secure enough and would support the group for a rest, one overdue for the ladies. She settled down at the bar, taking a glass, joining the toast. It was a pretty terrible idea to go mixing alcohol with the slave collar, but she didn't think of that as she sipped down Desira's cocktail.

Cortia turned her attention back to Thrak as he mentioned treats, blushing as thoughts filled her head again. Then he just had to go ahead and mention her specifically. In her moment of weakness the collar took hold and the priestess' eyes went unfocused again as she looked at Thrak, biting her lip. "Yes sir..."

The Priestess rose from her chair before dropping down infront of the Half-Orc. Without saying another word, she pulled Thrak's clothes away from his clear erection. She took a moment to eye it, her blush deepening at what she was about to do. Again without another word she began to run her lips and tongue along the length before slowly taking the head into her mouth.

"To new friends" Desira answered back, hoping everyone would follow with their small but indeed powerful mix she had brewed. But then Cortia would again fall for her lower instincts that the collar reinforced to point of her not being able to resist.

The priestess was quick to reveal the halforc's bulgy shaft, and it seemed unfair to Desira that both her girl friends were already having fun with him, so she followed the human. Thrak's manhood was big enough for both of them to have a treat, so purposely bowing before him, Desira exposed her rear to Ariv, she had not forget about the dragon companion, and he will getting a full view of her swaying ass.

The halfelf head would press against Thrak's crotch, if her friend was to suck the head, she could have the rest of it. And so, embracing his leg, she would have her arm between his legs grabbing his balls from behind with a masterful touch, and would continue running her smooth tongue and lips across his massive rod. Giving him full service in a very 'inspiring' way, something only a bard would be able to do.

As Desira continued to sway, her shorts would slowly come down, just to continue with a slow but full leg spreading, as if inviting the dragonborn closer with a tantalizing dance.

To Thraks surprise, Cortia had took his teasing liteally. Thrak thougt clerics were pure? It seemed Thrak was wrong. He made a deep guttural groan as she pulled outhis throbbing cock. Kissing against it's tip before finally swallowing the membrane. As she did so, he turned to Lea. His hand moving from her thigh, and upwards to wrap around her frame. His hand resting on her firm rear, as he continued to handle her like a pet or toy. Now once again she was in his arms. But this time he held her against his firm chest. Forcing his lip's against her's. Coria's advance had awoken the demon, and now Ariv would have to work fast or else Thrak would take on all these women. Sure enough, Desira wanted a taste aswell. Crawling over to him on all fours like a cute little minx, her as swaying to tell Ariv he should join in. Thrak agreed! He was enough ma for four women, but Ariv should very well be involved. The Ork heartely not as greedy as one may presume. He groaned against Lea's mouth, as his large tongue forced it's way inside. Clickin against her teeth as it found her tongue. Greedily wrapping around it as his one hand firmly gripped her rear. With little concern for her wardrobe, the claws of his other hand slowly ripped at Lea's garb. Her pant's now wrecked with a fine large hole. Te leather clinging to her rear tightly, as her ass and crotch were revealed. The hol was large enouh to emphasize entry, and small enough to allow one to feel her flesh as well as the tightness of her leather. Continueing, he clawed at her leg in ectasy, feeling the soft flesh as the leather ripped aroun it. He stoppd however, happy with the erotic look he just gave hr. Finding that it would be kinky to fuck her still clothed. Ashe did this, Desira had been hard at work. Tasting the texture of his shaft. She was soft with her tongue, and rough with her hands. A rather skilled women he might say, his cock pulsing a generous amount of precum into Corias mouth. Reaching down he grabbed the preast by the hair. Forcing her to take in more, with a thrust he had brought his cock half way into her throat, smiling devilishly as he made he linger. Releasing only when he felt it would truly choke her. Pulling himself out of her mouth, saliva trinkled down his shaft, and coverd Corias face. And his cock fell onto Desira's face as she licked his rod. His ball's churning in pleasure at the half elfs grip on them. Breakingfrom his kiss he looked down upon Corias saliva covered face, letting his cock slap against it thoroughly as he spoke. "A natural you is.." Thrak said. "Da scaly friend should give ya a taste to." He said so hoping she can get Ariv into this sooner, in case Desira's fin ass didn't already bring the man over. As he spoke, he had set Lea down. Wanting to give all the girls a taste. "Thrak wanna give all da ladies a taste of his pole." He said, as he now grabbed Desira by her ear's, slowly pushing his rod into her mouth. As he did with Coria, he put it as deep as she can take it, this time not as nicely given Desiras bold experience. He gave a few short thrusts, making sure she gagged against him nicely before pulling out. Resting his cock on the elven womens face. Before pointing the thick, jucy looking rod between both Lea and Desiras faces. "Go on." He said. Allowing his dirty shaft to press slightly against Lea's face. Thrak was true to how he looked. His cock was as Juicy and textured as his skin would make one believe.