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Beyond Saving

"Cute," Dolly laughed to the newly added voice of her shiny new friend. The stench of the otherworldly being struck a cord. Bone all a clatter and various beings snatched from what slumber they may have had. The ground shook as bandage wrapped feet walked upon the ground that was soaked with blood and bones. Out of the darkness of the abyss were skeletal beings dressed in haggard clothes. Young, old, and very much dead. There was no bringing them back with a limp, did some walk. Some crawled on hands. Where was their savior? What had they done? How did this happen?

Groans blended with the wind while clear voices and screams reached Dolly down to the bone. Dolly found the people missing. The entire village screaming, crying, and maddened with confusion, for it happened with no warning. Every single person bathed in sin was but an ingredient to this monstrosity of a demon. Another sin to be feasted upon and housed within the vessel of the cursed child with unforeseen circumstances that Dolly cared little about. The ragged doll clung to his master's ponytail. "Alright, dolly... now's your chance." The rag doll was snatched from her own hair. The sharpened claw upon her pinky sliced a thin line down her unbandaged arm. Blackness oozed from the wound. Corruption and sin flowed and was rubbed upon the stained doll before the doll sizzled and looked to writhe in agony upon the filthy ground.

The sound of a male screaming pierced the air as the doll disappeared in a black bubbling viscous that steadily increased in size. The fluid formed a thick hunched being with thick arms and claws. It stood upon a mound of the viscous fluid with no particular facial features with the exception of hellish eyes. Black blood fell from the corners of its master's eyes. A pain resembling a thousand pins and needles pricking at her heart stole her breath and a heat consumed her pale form. A miasmic stench was breathed out of the former rag doll. It's chest rose and fell with each breath. The only sound was its heavy breathing upon arms and claw outstretched to the side and an earth-shattering roar sent birds of the night scattering to the four corners of the world.

It was music to Dolly's ears! "Now... my precious... time to join the hunt!" She watched the marvelous display of piercings and watch as little avail was achieved. "Bite me." She urged. "Purge it!" Like the mad women he was, she walked up to the otherworldly being with an arm extended with her palm up. Her dolly pushed on and roared like a challenge to the being of corruption and sin just itching to be consumed. A sin for a sin. "Push, my precious... don't be shy. Eat the dolly." If its hunger was voracious enough to consume the horse then it would be quite the nasty surprise when dolly did not go down nearly as smoothly. The rag doll was an extension of Dolly. The cursed woman is a proverbial sponge for sin and demons. The limit of her capacity? We'll just have to wait and find out.
 
The undead nightmare turned itself around, the confining brambles going bright with flame as it trampled through them, making the air hot and thick with ash. The stench of rotting and burning flesh nearly overwhelming but Xavier didn't have the luxury of trying avoid it, he had to react immediately. He dropped and rolled to avoid the saber like teeth as it turned and snapped at him. He was on his feet almost as quick, sword up more defensive than offense but alert for any potential weakness that might show itself in the hideous beast. He had incurred its wrath and didn't know how much longer he could evade the teeth and claws of the thing. While he would hate to admit it, he was likely saved by a most unlikely distraction. The thief gave a shout and a dagger very much like the one that had killed the guard plunged into one rotten eye of the walking death. It was enough of a distraction to let Xavier live a few more heartbeats. He had been in enough battles though to know that every heartbeat counted.

Xavier soon learned that sharp teeth and claws were not the creatures only weapons. He found himself facing his own nightmares, an overwhelming sense of despair fell upon him like a dark heavy blanket. It was as if the very evil the Order fought against was concentrated in this four legged abomination, yet the visions that seemed to flow from its foul maw had a familiarity that seemed almost a part of him. The evil was palpable, as if he could reach out and touch, hold it, even control it. If only he would let himself give into it, it was as if it were calling him home. He paused a moment, the tip of his sword that had been poised to strike again lowered ever so slightly. If only he would embrace the darkness he could mount the beast like the stead it had consumed. He could imagine himself riding such a nightmare, who could possibly stand against him?

Xavier had faced temptations before, and failed as often as he resisted, but this was too far. It was one thing to bed a whore, or take a bit too much pleasure in punishing the wicked, but this was evil incarnate. He shook his head and looked up as if erupting from the water for air, his mind cleared and he swung with all his might, this time burying his blade deep in the upper shoulder of the creature. He expected the fell beast to strike him down but suddenly noticed it was restrained by shadow. He couldn't see the naked girl whose shadow did the binding as she was on the far side, but it was enough for him to release his sword and step back. It was then that he saw Dolly and something he couldn't quite explain as a black blob challenged the nightmare even as Dolly held out a hand as if to offer it like one might an unfamiliar dog.

"Are you mad?" He shouted at Dolly, he would realize later the redundancy of his question, thinking it almost certain that even restrained the beast needed do little more than lower its head to devour her whole. Xavier leaped at the mad witch, his full weight driving her off her feet as they both fell back just out of reach of the gaping maw of black teeth. He landed on top of her, his face in her cleavage, shielding her with his body as if he were her personal bodyguard. It took just a moment to realize just how intimate a position he was in with her. He raised his head, still staring at her bosom for a moment before saying "Pardon me." He was obviously embarrassed even in the midst of so much danger but he quickly shook it off and raised himself, turning back at the creature as if prepared to defend Dolly to the death.
 
Rob stumbled and skidded face-first across the ground as the world turned inside out for him. What was the point? What was even the point of trying to crawl back up out of the mud? It was where he cane from, after all. Where he came from, and where he’d end up in the end. Better to be killed, really. Even death at the nauseous talons of the beast would be better.

“no...” he said, voice weak as despair gnawed at him. He’d escaped that life. But he would be back there again. Just give up. Stop fighting. Death would be better. “no...”

Reaching out to dig his fingers into the soil was an act of will. Dragging himself a foot further from the beast was a struggle he almost lost. Just give up. It all ends in despair. It all ends in blackness. He dragged himself another foot.

You are Chosen.

“fuck... off...” Rob managed, spitting dirt at the hunting cat regarding him from atop an ancient monument. A tiny spark of aggravation cut through the blackness that gripped his heart.

You are the Champion.

That was the other cat, lounging in the crotch of a skeletal tree. “piss... off...”

Behind him the beast bellowed. The sound of its irregular footsteps veered off, as it turned on another victim. As he gasped with relief, Umbra dropped from the tree and padded towards him, coming nose to nose with him. You are the Champion, touched by Teldir the Four-Faced Moon.

Halo slid from the monument with a boneless grace. That which stalks the night is an abomination in the eyes of the Four-Faced Moon, Champion.

Strength flowed through his limbs as he felt himself accept the charge, reaching towards it like a drowning man groping for a line. “All right,” he sighed, rising to his feet. Silver blazed in his eyes, allowing him to see as clearly as if it were noon. “Last time, though. I’m done being Teldir’s butt boy after this.”

The cats sniggered. He ignored them, taking in the scene. There were magics in play, shadows gripping the undead beast’s liquefying flesh and necromancy seeking to undo it. Nodding grimly, he unsheathed his smallsword and stepped through the shadow of a gravestone to emerge beneath the monstrosity. It howled, multiple throats bubbling pain and fury as he hacked his sword through a joint and rolled to ignore the hush of black decayed blood.

“Stop flirting, Xavier,” he said, rolling to his feet and partying an intestine with a dagger before severing it. “Plenty of time for the ladies when this thing’s dead!” Ducking, he launched forward and severed a hoof at the joint. “Well, more dead. You know what I mean!”
 
At first, the constriction did nothing to phase the creature’s will, the mountain-range of blundering death would not budge. A fierce, unyielding hate surged up from the depth of its rotten soul. It laid waste to everything


With the creed of this battle well-established, it roared with fury, the flesh-shell growling with enough tenacity to rustle every leaf in a hundred yards, echoing across distant fields. There was a ripping, popping sound as ligaments tore, and the breaking crescendo of snapping trees as bones burst from its relentless pursuit. A glimmer of white erupted from the creature’s hind legs, the structure reduced to shattered flesh and bleeding splinters. Finally, it caved. It bent its knees, froze momentarily, then jolted to the ground, driving itself into a crater.

The stream trickling from the wounds suddenly became a geyser, exploding outwards and blanketing everything in a scalding mist. Its mantra of hatred continued with an undying flame flickering violently within its consumed mind, though, it was now concealed by a wall of fog, dense enough to cut with a knife. The restrictive tendrils from the forest suddenly came loose and violent shudders quaked the ground. Abandoning its solid form and scattering into countless black branches, blasting forth from the boiling cloud, casting saliva and darkened blood everywhere. Arteries drained life fluid, striking out like rubber hoses. The skin peeled back, pinned with plates of purest ebony, latticed and rough. Reaffirming the grip on reality, the brute haphazardly flung itself across the field with a reckless force. The ribs cage cracked and pried open on impact, the whiteness of bone shining out in a sea of flesh. Its intestines spewed across the ground in pinkish brown coils and a brilliant scarlet brown, darker around the edges, showing the yellow plasma in wet ripples. The body mended itself, slowly, guts retracting and bones closing around each other, reinforced by coagulated blood and viscus.

An opposing monstrous figure arose, its roar deep like fading thunder and just as hardy, shocking.

It vibrated through the inches-thick skull to the crab-apple sized brain within, then, it blundered through the forest with the stealth of a bull elephant, colossal feet rending the ground, crushing over the shallow ocean of graves with a grand shower of flickering sparks to bear, sending hefty chunks of broken stone through the air in a bloody splatter of hailing debris and hellfire. It massacred a nearby wall and a billowing dust plume took to the efforts.

Rivers of ember, like a fountain, pillars of black smoke wounding through the air like hungry serpents, the mindless thing crashed against the other, flames leaping, devouring feverishly at the other’s black gunk while claws clambered against the entangled swamp-water-thick mass, jaws snapping at the individuals behind the guardian.
 
In a moment’s flash, she stood in the midst of a vast darkness, the framework of the exotic surroundings filled with an ominous brittle silence. There was no gravity to supervise her zeal and mind, instead, she was briskly floating amidst the glistening musical notes of a horrific serenade, emanating out of nothing. She had been enrobed with a brimless, sparkling pool of empty nothingness. A hallowed pool of subtle light adorned itself with the diamonds of a thousand moons, a never-ending stream of dreams. They weaved themselves on the cosmic ether of divinity, all hanging in the otherworldly background of "galaxy." Demure, but still mesmerizing, did the surroundings seem as she was wafting ahead in that absolutely vast pool of divine creation. A dark blanket, contrasting with blacks and yellows, the occasional white. Dotted forms sprawled vividly across it in intricate patterns. This is the void


Snapping back to reality, she became tranquil, then it hit her, literally. She flung backwards, a swirling curtain of flaming fluttering across her face, teeth gritting audibly. The exertion forced her flustered face into a grimace of exasperation, tugged away under the canopy of her hair and her eyes shut tight under the effort, a rolling rumble stinging her fine flesh, a perpetual ringing in her ears.

The tumbling wall delivered her a dizzying blow to body and brain, an all-consuming buzzing miasma of crippling numbness jolting through her nerve system with careless cruelty. Her dilating pupils rolled wildly in their sockets, half-open eyelids spasming frantically under the tyrannical regime, both rigorously trying to find an equilibrium, body pulsating with radiating warmth, callused by pain. It all hit her at once then, a sudden gush of it jolted throughout her body. Her stomach ached, tensed, limbs losing tension. Paper-thin skin threatened to rupture above growing, gnarled blooms through her body, grotesque welts springing to attention, enmeshed with her raw skin. It had been to her and the other’s luck that she had managed to fling her satchel away from the scene, otherwise things might have looked even more dire than they currently did. Bottles, potions, concoctions, crystals, gems, books and scriptures dribbled from the interior and scooted across the ground.

The woman’s skin became translucent, thin and without any discernible pigment, devoid of its former brilliant sheen. Where it was honeyed just yesterday, golden in the candlelight, it was grey, ashen far beyond her usual paleness. It was then, abruptly, that the dense air sank, making way for the haze of a barrier allowing her escape the blotches of crimson flashing before her eyes. She propelled herself from the impact; and with a burst of energy, she arose with beaming bright eyes and an infuriated sneer on her beguiling face. “How dare you, you bloated wretch!” she condemned, as dust and grinded stone fell from her rising form.

She set into a full sprit that had her wounds crack under the effort. Grabbing a particularly intriguing bag amidst the jumbled mess of curios from her bag, she set off for the beast. With circular, rune-inscribed platforms appearing below her feet, supporting her full weight and elevation, she lunged at the creature’s still-open ribcage, clenched fist breaking through the hollow spot between ruptured rips to deposit the material within.

“Everybody, get back!”
 
Rob dodged away as the charnelwight seemed to go mad, boiling and bubbling from within and rampaging around like a thing in mortal agony. Which it might very well be, assuming it was capable of feeling pain - rotten blood and other fluids burst from its decayed flesh, soaking the ground as it battered down trees and smashed through stone walls and monuments. “Come on, Xander!” he called. “Work before play!”

The Champion of the Four-Faced Moon dashes after the abomination, leaping from tombstone to tombstone and sprinting along a fieldstone wall as he gave chase. The charnelwight wasn’t difficult to follow, really, but he didn’t close the gap. After all, none of his supernatural gifts came with anything like a guaranteed way to murder Eldritch horrors. He needed a plan.

“Everybody, get back!”

It was the sane witch, standing astride a platform of glowing tunes, hair blowing and clothing tugged at by unseen winds from other world. She drove her fist into the beast’s body, something he was glad to let anyone else do, and deposited something. One of the alchemical substances she’d bitched at him about earlier, no doubt. But it gave him an idea.

Silver flashed in the moonlight as he drew yet another of his throwing blades. Then he sprang, landing in the crotch of a tree. “‘Monkey boy’?” he sneered, running along the branch. “More like ‘cat-like grace’, thank you.”

Liquefying tentacles lashed out, slashing and clawing blindly in the direction of the red-haired witch. Rob let fly with his knife and sprang again, one foot landing on the tunic platform as he scooped her up and jumped again. Behind him the charnelwight shrieked as five inches of steel flew through a crack in its thick skull to embed itself in the beads brain. “Time to go!”
 
Xavier had barely planted his feet to defend Dolly when the beast burst forth, either over coming the bonds of the naked girl or she had deliberately released it upon them. In either case, the sheer mass of the horror defied stopping it in its tracks. He glanced down at Dolly, it was a fleeting glimpse of torn fishnet stockings that somehow looked sexier than if they were new, and he heard Rob's taunt. "You see well enough now." Xavier retorted as well as he could, verbal banter not one of his strong suits. While Xavier would like to think he would be just as brave and selfless if Dolly was a withered old hag, he didn't mind at all that she was a sexy as she was crazy. The naked girl's binding had given him a slight enough head start and he was determined to make the best of it. Sword in one hand he reached down and wrapped a strong arm just under hers and half carried and half dragged her along. His forearm pressed along her breasts, a sensation he couldn't help but notice, despite his near panic and rushing head long away from the eldritch horror.

He did not turn to see what happened to Dolly's unholy creation but if it delayed the beast for a few steps it was a few more heartbeats that he would live and hopefully make a difference. He tried to use the various marker stones to help evade the larger beast. He took a quick stop behind one of the larger ones to try and set Dolly on her feet and take a quick look back. He could see Rob following and the 'sane' witch planning something. His only way to help her would be to distract the creature. He turned quickly to Dolly, his eyes following her figure downward out of reflex. "Run that way, I'll try to draw it away." He told her as he headed out in front of the beast again. "Return to the pit from which you came demon!" He called defiantly, presenting himself as an easy meal for the nightmare, in hopes of giving the others a chance to escape.

He watched as the red headed beauty thrust a fist into the creature's ribs and Rob snatch her away from its grasp. He heard Elisa's words but didn't quite know what she meant. He backed away slowly but not willing to turn his back on the creature. He would rather die facing it than running from it, an honorable death in saving others, even if they were witches and thieves, they didn't deserve a death such as this.
 
To say that Dolly was surprised to have found herself upon the ground with Xavier would have been one hell of an understatement. Not because of who he was, it certainly seemed like something a knight like him would do, but the fact that he thought that he was protecting her. It was so laughable, but there was nothing wrong with a face full of breasts. Further proving that her mind was always in the gutter, "Oh please, don't be." She uttered as he apologized. Dolly watched as so much went on in so little time. The voices in her head only added to the volume. Leave it to this damn knight to do it again! Why the hell did he pick her up? Were they gonna have sex right now? Well... if that gets his jollies off. She gave a simple shrug. The demons within Dolly laughed. They cackled and cried with so much laughter and it completely eluded their host. They knew just how much Dolly was capable of, even if she didn't know it herself. The situation almost seemed made for Dolly.

"What? Run?!" The ever so valiant man ran off and Dolly's haunting eyes rolled. Dolly didn't get her scars and learning lessons by standing on the sidelines. Besides, "Hey! I need that!" Dolly shouted. The ragged-looking woman closed in and pointed a finger at her abomination. The damn thing was having problems getting eaten because everyone was fucking around with her new pet!! "Damnit dolly!! You have ONE JOB!" The gelatinous being formed an arm with claws and took a swipe at the creature as Red thrust something into the creatures open rib cage. Dolly's creation climbed its way into the creature's mouth before it was bitten and swallowed with the most agonizing of noises. Leave it to Red to hurt a sin.

A sigh of relief was breathed. What sin was not obliterated by Red's doing would be sucked into the rag doll. It was hardly common knowledge, but these were the kinds of creatures that lurked within the mad woman. These are what fed her information, sometimes lies. These are what fed into her madness. Again, the madwoman walked TOWARD the danger rather than away from it, but before she could close in any further, she dropped her knees, abdomen clutched in pure agony before she rolled onto her back. Eyes as white as the purest silk and lips agape as black fog spilled forth from her lips. Her agony mirroring the screams of the beast almost as though... they were linked! Upon the ground, her body seized and painful cries were ripped forth from her lips along with a constant cry. Her voice taking on a deep guttered cry that undoubtedly did not belong to the host that was Dolly. "NO, NO!!"
 
A piercing shriek introduced the ear-splitting eruption, the sudden gulf of heat absurd. The creature’s own heat had become its downfall. How ironic. The material in that pouch had been highly combustible. Hard to come by
 unfortunately.

Out on the rolling skyline, miles away, random passersby’s would be able to see a lance-like ray of orange-white light shoot up into the all-consuming night. There had been meteor strikes with less force behind them. An instant later, there was a blinding flash, like sheet-lightning, a massive ball of varicoloured fire belching outward. It flattened, then a column of incandescent gas mounted to overtake everything it came in contact with. Twisting, writhing, changing shape in vivid patterns, darkening, it drifted across the sodden mud-bed of the graveyard to eventually slither into the surrounding aches.

Since ancient times, the dust of mandrake root had been used in recipes as an aphrodisiac and as an aid for impotency, to induce visions and free the spirit, to calm nerves and to sedate patients in severe pain. It was widely known for its many deliberate uses and the euphoria and sexual tension it caused was used across the land by experienced alchemists for a wide variety of reasons. Interesting side note, she thought to herself; ointments created from its roots seem to assist rheumatisms. A word of caution however, Mandragora are poisonous, containing tropane alkaloids such as hyoscyamine and atropine. At higher doses, it caused delirium, madness and even death. It could linger within the body for weeks on end, leaving the afflicted in a never-ending, sex-laden, hazy landscape of fluffy clouds and insatiable desires.

Compassion extended like bridges within the crew, bridges that would soon burn if they didn’t escape the chaotic array of purplish puffy shapes amid the ocean semi-cooked meat that puddled in the centre of the graveyard. Stray limbs and dead flesh - once fine creatures of the forest, bent by foul inventions, splayed like rag dolls on the morning dew.

Already, the world was aquiver. Shaking, blurred at the edges. A single whiff was enough to bow down to the effects of the mist and Elisa had personally suffered it in an instant. She resigned herself to the rescue with an apathetic puff as the echoing boom of the explosion rang in her ears. “We should
we should get out of here at once
” she surmised with a smoky, shaking voice, into the obscured field unaware of everyone’s whereabouts.
 
Little greedy nostrils sniffed at the air, taking in the arousing aroma's that perpetuated themselves into the Korred's imprisoned vessel through his sublime connection to the wild woman called Dolly. The purple colored mists of smoke swirled about him and as they settled into his belly and warmed his loins the fey called Disiyir popped up onto his clanky misshapen goat legs and trampled his black cloven hooves about in an excited clomping circle. His bushy thick brows rose upwards as his face peered towards the violet clouds and his neck strained to push his face into them. "Oh yes! Oh yes! I might not know what you are! But I'll be damned if we stray away to far!"

He juggled his stamping hooves around while his autumn tinted crazed beard swung around himself in animated joy, as if it was a partner in the Korred's frantic dance. Black tipped nail of his index finger swung out, pointing towards Dolly as he merrily called out to her. "Love is in the air! It's fucking everywhere! So you there, yes you! Stop spitting out that blackened bile and jump that dear old knight like he's the fire to quench your carnal desires!" Disiyir emphasized his rolling melodic tone with a forward thrust of his hips as he continued to spin about in feverish jubilation.

"Or maybe the good witch is more your style, you could pounce on her and ride those wide hips of hers for miles and miles!" Hips swayed back and forth while he hopped up in the air to snatch a mouthful of the purple clouds that permeated into the environment of his magical cell within the chalice. "Let's not forget Monkey Boy, I'm sure he's just a wonderful toy that could bring you endless fountains of joy! Or the wild girl, you know that one that just looks like a primal feast to you, you hungry sexual beast. Then again, you might as well all just dive in, and let the celebration of your cooperative victory here really, really, begin."
 
Dolly managed to roll onto her side before the explosion had come to pass. Dolly's ears had nearly been ruptured by Red's crazy antics. There amidst messed up rubble and the haze of the aftermath, miraculously the ragdoll lay fully intact upon the cemetery ground where the creature once lingered in place. Dolly's body remained the closest to the being that haunted these desecrated grounds. The potency of the air swiftly inhaled and seeping into every nerve of her body. Where eyes were once brown, were now a pale death like hue to a long-dead corpse. When the air settled a thick fan of lashes blinked, giving some hint of life to the ragged woman. A warmth was blinked back to life and her eyes grew to their brown hew. Moments later the woman rolled onto her stomach and threw up blackness onto the ground. On hands and knees, she sat and expelled the excess of the sin that overflowed from within.

Visibly she shivered. Shrapnel left scratches and gashes upon her exposed flesh. Blackness oozed from the wounds in place of the crimson fluid that flowed from most veins. Few got answers as to why and even fewer knew of the swill that flowed through her veins. The residue was wiped from her lips with a forearm. A metallic taste lingered on her tongue as she panted with head hung low, as though all the air had been stolen from around her. A baritone bellow rang in her head. Snarls and heavy breathing accompanied the usually mild atmosphere of Dolly's possessed mind. "Shut up!!" Dolly yelled to a quiet atmosphere while her mind contrasted greatly in sound. She had a new demon within. The little dolly did. With its physical form decimated, Dolly managed to suck in yet another sinful soul that melded with her own tainted soul. Her mouth was salivating and she found herself swallowing her sudden hunger. A messy head of deep crimson locks looked up and over to her left where her comrades had run off.

"Oh yes, my friend. Oh yes...which shall we choose? Hm?" Dolly managed to stand herself upon her own two feet. Knees, hands, and chest covered with dirt, which she proceeded to brush off. Dolly groaned as she felt her own breasts as she attempted to clean them up. The mere touch sent a flash flood to her heated loins and had her feet instantly looking for the next sign of life. The ragdoll managed to stir and ran in the direction of its master's fading silhouette. Dolly was lost. What had her usually voracious sexual appetite flaring up to higher levels? Normally Dolly didn't lose it until she had someone naked before her, but now... the next person she laid eyes on was done for. When she saw red standing in the distance. All bets were off. Red could do everything: curse her, hit her, wound her, reject her in various other ways, or accept it.

Swift footsteps walked the mad woman through her unnoticed surroundings. There was a visible hunger in those crazy eyes and a wicked smile that paired oh so well with it. "Looks like we have our answer, my friend." When Dolly finally closed in on Red, she seized those lips and a bare palm rubbed at the cloth covered sex of the woman. There were no bells going off on how this was so spontaneous. Honestly? It wasn't too far out of Dolly's usual sexual norm.
 
Elisa glimpsed maliciously intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame, then, silence. Lips crushed together, brain lit of fire; the contact obliterated every thought in a lip-puckering, tongue-tickling moment. For the first time in forever Elisa's mind had locked into present, worries evaporating like the light summer shower onto a blossoming tree. Her usual mode of hurrying from one thing to another was suspended. Drunk on endorphins; a numbing euphoria settling deep within her sex-flustered mind, her hands moved robotically under the ridged layers of Dolly to feel her personalized, perfect softness. She savored her lips and the intermingling of their billowing breaths, eyes dulling, deep, like the tranquillity of a still lake, timidly glaring through the thick carpet of hair now occupying her vision, allowing but a single, lust-loaded eye to gleam through. With the merest hint of a coy smile underneath the surface of the smothering, she tugged herself in, careless to the recognition of her total loss of control. Instead, she was afforded an instance of timeless clarity.

To her bafflement, she was maddeningly attracted to the wicked woman before her, and began in earnest almost promptly upon the realisation. She pressed her oral foyer against the seam of her lips, and at the grant of access, delved deep inside her boiling-cauldron-mouth. She gave the opposite’s tongue a vigorous stroke with her own; efficient, like a cat's grooming, a thousand brain impulses erupting at once upon the first, wetly-slick impact. It was sloppy, strong scented. It sore through her, fiery like a branding iron, mind shattering like a mirror, easily conceding to the pleasure on a whim, swept away by a sudden engulfing desire. It told her, with a relentless determination, to throat-fuck Dolly's slender neck into oblivion, to wrestle her woeful tongue to the floor of her mouth, to grope and grab every nook and cranny of her deprived body. And so, in her renewed, fuck-friendly state, she complied.

A universe of heat curdled between her thighs, boiling over and shooting through every limb. Elisa's body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth bloomed violently within her, with only her and the unwashed witch in any definition at all. She was breathless with delight, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of her affection. She spent her time studying the subtle curves and soft lines of Dolly while her knees juddered underneath the tyrannical regime. A blush deepen under her scrutiny, demanding, smoldering, crushing her body to hers, hungry. She slanted her head further, deepening the kiss, one hand settling sweetly within the hollow cavern of Dolly's nape while the other dipped around to relish in the ample backside of her unlikely partner in crime.
 
Rob staggered and gasped for breath, silver draining from his eyes and midnight from his hair as the gift of Teldir was withdrawn once more. He stumbled and sank to his hands and knees, breathing hard. “I guess we did it?” he managed, voice shaky.

Mist rolled over him as he tried to rise to his feet once more, mist that smelled faintly of rot and rust and apples. He felt shaky and disoriented, even light-headed. Much worse than the usual powerlessness he felt once the Four-Faced Moon no longer shone on him. More like he’d been drinking, or smoking poppies. He swayed as he managed to find his feet, unsure if he could keep his balance.

And then he saw the two witches.

Fuck, but they looked good. His cock hardened as he watched them kiss, hands exploring one another as they pressed together. It was complete madness, of course, making out in an ancient graveyard that had spawned a corpsewight. Complete madness. But that didn’t stop him from carefully placing one foot in front of the other, drawing closer to the duo.

He stumbled a little, finding himself leaning against the redhead’s back and deciding to stay there. He brushed her hair aside, lips tracing the curve of her spine as she devoured the crazy witch, tasting salt sweat and the rust-apple odor that suffused everything. Teeth joined in, raising little red marks on her neck. A hand gripped her hip, then crawled between the two women to fumble at her belt and then stroke against Smith skin as he worked her breeches open. The other slid along the crazy witch’s arm to tangle in her hair.

“This is fucking insane,” he husked against the redhead’s neck. He moved his hips, letting her feel the bulge of his cock against her rear. “But I’m going to have you.”
 
The world went to silent slow motion for a few moments as the corpsewight disintegrated from the redhead's special blend of magic. It must have been much what was used in the jail to free the crazy witch, that thought reminding him of the brutal murder of the guard. He had considered going to find the naked girl, determining if she were friend or foe but he had to keep his quarry from escaping, she would either pursue or flee but he as yet had no business with her. He would need to watch his back though was he went on the hunt. As his head cleared he went after the thief and the redhead, they being the most dangerous of the group.

He didn't notice the effects of the mist until he saw the two beautiful women in such passionate contact. His anger flash boiling into lust as he watched the two like feral creatures unable to control their sinful impulses. He approached from opposite the thief, behind Dolly, watching with a mixture of lust and envy as the redheaded beauty's hands explored the wicked flesh of the crazy witch. Tactically, he couldn't hope for a better advantage on the group but his mind was no longer thinking of his duty.

He reached out, grabbing Dolly's unkempt hair and pulling her head back, breaking the kiss of the two women though he didn't force them apart. He looked down between them, his eyes caressing the soft full breasts exposed by Dolly's tattered dress. He had so recently had his face buried in her bounty and the memory of the soft fullness stoked his arousal. Unable to control himself he reached out with his free hand and tore the dress downward, the sound of ripping fabric added to the panting of aroused females. He exposed Dolly's breasts to the cool night air of the graveyard, his hand releasing her dress but not yet finished. He began pawning at the redhead beauty's breasts, only then noticing the thief's working on her breaches, it wouldn't be long before both women were as naked as the feral girl still lurking in the graveyard.
 
His beard was flowing like a tangle of serpents, billowing about himself as the passionate energies being unleashed between the group caused it to feel like his heart was about to burst through his chest. From the confinement of his goblet shaped prison the Korred stared outward and up at the mass of flesh that was congregating around him. The sounds of smacking lips, the gasped breaths and lustful words filling the air fueled his wide eyed stares. Then the wall to his prison glimmered, the dulled colors beyond its reach gaining a vibrant saturation that started out as just a tiny speck that widened and chewed away at the dim coloration's beyond the cell of the chalice.

Finally, it was a way out. Fate had intervened on his behalf and he was more then eager to accept this prison break. It started with a few bristly hairy fingers that were topped with short, pointed black nails. They pressed out against the barrier, wrapped around the silver chalice that dangled from Dolly's hip. A carpet clad hairy forearm followed, tugging the elbow and bicep out along with it as the hand maintained it's grasp about the fancifully etched drinking vessel. The rest of the fey creature's body spilled out from the surface of the cup as shoulder gave way to neck which was tethered to his head.

In the heated passionate multitude of embraces taking place, few probably even noticed his arrival as he knelt in a tightly curled up ball between the conglomeration of the yin yang witches legs and the men that sandwiched around them. That would soon change though, as Disiyir pushed upward, uncoiling his lithe yet hairy body from the depths of their shifting feet. Velvet smooth lusting tongue glazing one of Dolly's legs with a trail of saliva as it worked up from her calf and across the shape of her thigh. A snap of teeth and a plunge of his tongue greeted her flowering sex while his free hand, unencumbered by the chalice trailed behind him and wandered up and across the shape of Elisa's firm leg, causing her dress to gather in a bundle around his arm as it surged upward.

Like a hungry shaft entering the succulent depths of a virgin's parting lips his goat horn clad head wormed it's way up between the two women. Shoulders swaying as his chest brushed and rubbed up between them, causing their lips, unlocked by the desires of the two men behind them to further be drawn apart. His head ducked down, hot breathy nips of his teeth grazing on the flesh of Dolly's belly as his curled ridged horns rubbed down across her ample bosom. His hand behind him smoothly rolling between Elisa's thighs until it came to rest between her legs and pressed and rubbed at the warmth offered there. Summoned, by the lustful carnal desires unfolding, the Korred's head pushed up from the bountiful feast it sampled from the crazed witches breasts as Disiyir's horned visage, full of wild want pushed it's way up through the pair of women until he was sandwiched between them and staring directly into Dolly's eyes.

"All four, well why not one more." His mouth opened and his lips dove down to clamp around the side of Dolly's neck while he let his hand wander aimlessly over the body of Elisa behind him.
 
The feral girl was afar. Only the mildest amounts of the aphrosidiac had affected her, dampened by the miasma she was one with. Despite her body attempting to neutralise the manifesting lust, it managed to manifest in its most basic of states.

And even its most basic of states was most lusty.

She watched from behind the bushes that had rusty leaves and the graves surrounding the zone. The various individuals merging with the feeling of lust. The mere sight of this aroused her, and while the dirt of the environment veiled this, her body was starting to flare up a good red from the built up lust.

She felt her chest. It was flat, but most sensitive as she started to pinch her own nipples. Her other hand reached down to her crotch and began to rub at it with her four fingers, the friction strengthening her pleasure as it began to leak. In place of the moans of a human, she unleashed the howls of wolves and the caws of crows into the sky, these almost similiar to mating calls.

Instead of partaking, she watched and pleasured herself to the sight. She didn't know what the humans were doing, or why they enhanced the alien feeling untapped by the odd powder. She tried to stop herself, her mind telling her that this was something she shouldn't do, yet her body defied her mind despite, being subserviant to a new master.
 
Under normal circumstances, the sudden appearance of such an unusual creature would have resulted in Xavier's sword at, if not through the creature's throat. But this was by no means a normal circumstance. More than being alarmed at such an unnatural creature, Xavier's main concern was Dolly's body and his claim upon it such as he saw things. He used his strength, reaching down to Dolly's hips with both hands as he moved behind her, then pulling her hips back forcefully. He lifted the tattered folds of her dress with one hand, then wrapped his fist into the cloth to keep control of her lower half. Xavier spent so much time and effort keeping his libido under control that when he lost that control it was as if a damn broke.

His free hand fell from her hip and he quickly began to undo his own breaches, eager to slake his thirst for pleasure. His arousal such that it took some effort to free himself, the momentary frustration merely building the anticipation. Gripping his base he used his manhood to probe Dolly's sex, she didn't seem like the underpants type but he was about to find out. He stroked his length along her folds, his intentions not difficult to divine. He used his feet to kick Dolly's feet wider, giving him better access. He doubted she was the resistant but that mattered little to him at the moment one way or the other.
 
Dolly was smiling so devilishly when she was not partaking of the lovely Red's ever so sinfully sweet lips. While 'Sir Jumps-a-Lot' was tending to the morsel from behind, a single hand grabbed a lovely handful the other's breast. So firm and soft! I bet they taste delicious! Damn demons were reading their host's very fucking mind. A gasp rang through the air from the mad woman's lips. It was pure delicious pain and sent a flash flood to her loins. The white knight had a dark sight and this got Dolly's rattled. Oh, how she loved to see the dark side of people who otherwise seemed so pure. It was evident by the look in his eyes that he was enjoying what he saw. The hunger had to be bit back and Dolly's lower lip found itself trapped betwixt her own teeth, but that did not stifle the delicious moan as her clothes were ripped down. Nipples were taut and silently aching for attention.

The woman was damned and an addict of alcohol of sex. Not even bothering to find the source, her head tilted back and eyes closed as she felt a hot trail traversing up her shapely legs. "Oh yes..." Unbridled words dripped with arousal. There was no second guessing it. That lovely ass wiggled and marveled in the feeling a hot and waiting member sandwiched between said globes before its owner rushed to set the poor beast free. The woman was slicker than a sheet of wet ice. The heat emanating from her sex more than welcome the invasive member threatening to pillage her insides.

Her sense went nuts and she was happy to discover the other being responsible for the assault on her senses. "Oh yes..."As her neck was feasted on, warm hands traversed her fellow alcoholic friend in search of something to tug and tease.
 
The make-shift make-out session ended with an abrupt pop. Oh, so rudely interrupted... Spittle glued the plush set of cushions together in the moment of parting. Brilliant strings drizzled pendulous between them; thin ropes breaking off onto her rounded chin. A hollow emptiness soon ached from within her. She found her mouth awfully unoccupied all of a sudden. She was both surprised and ashamed to find herself longing after mere moments of absence. Her dilating pupils rolled sluggishly in their sockets, taking in the arousing scenario of Dolly's unceremonious undressing. The way the other's attire cracked fiercely around her slender body had her thighs clambering together in awkward, nervous temptation. Elisa herself was in a similar position, a thousand muscles twisting and tingling deliciously against the hard-weaved prison of the man’s greedy hands. A tingle rolled down the faint outline that split her back, following it all the way down to the inviting cleft of her rump, cheeks well-rounded and lush; too mouth-watering and fuckable for any sane man to ignore, regardless of motives and resolve. Full and bountiful would be a vast understatement. There was an irresistible and longing vulnerability in her round doe eyes as she gazed on.

Filled her with an unbearable urgency even beyond her normal, admittedly muted, but unholy appetites, she snapped her fingers and in a harmless frenzy of sparks, brimstone breaking off, she stood naked, barren as the day she was born. Whether they struggled or not, who had time to fumble with obnoxious clothes when a thorough cunt-stuffing was on the table, ripe for the taking? Either way, she basked sweetly in the plentitude of attention, luscious orbs swaying out in their simultaneously perky defiance and deliciously weighty collusion with gravity. The stark nakedness had a body-tingling effect travel down splendid core, and her pale skin crawled visibly 'fore it. She pulsated with radiating warmth now, callused by her surroundings, iron on her waist, unstopped fingers journeying south. The charm of her physique stole insensibly upon most men and why wouldn't it with its long, clean and symmetrical lines, with nary a bodily hair to be glimpsed. She went cross-eyed in the moment of contact, wayward fingers confident, and her tiny tongue lolled out, small and dainty, welcoming, like a red carpet. Only the finest velvety smoothness for her guests.

With eager ears jutting skywards, like two hollow horns; not to be confused with his actual horns, the bulky frame of a beastman entered periphery. The thick-framed rim of his horned head grew steadily closer, and she let gentle fingers lace loosely around the coarse surface, clambering curiously at the satyr's muscular, furry back. She wanted to indulge in his origin, listen to his tales, observe his behaviour, partake in his undoubtedly alcoholic ventures... explore his animalistic traits, but for now, caught in a roiling apiary, she resigned herself to the adventure with rolling shoulders, a high-riding, coy smile and a breathy mewl.

"And here I thought that righteous traits for a rogue remained elusive, evasive, persistent. Marking your territory like that. How unprofessional," she mentally chided the man, purring amusingly while making a few alternations in her stance, smiling sheepishly as she re-positioned herself. At this point, she was prepared for her neck to be red and chafed, ruff starched stiff. Her voluptuous hips slid against the man's obscene bulk, fragile toes rearing up, curling in the grass bedding; the curve of her spine accentuating perfectly as she let her waist tumble through a gyration that would have awed even the most exotic dancer. The blood rushed through her ears, her nose filled with the exotic scent of permeating arousal as time around the hedonistic craft of their doing remained frozen and like a flame springing alight among dark foliage, they were solitary in their existence. She was hopelessly attracted to everything and everyone, with the kind of heady trance that brought a butterfly to nectar. Undoubtedly the doing of own concoction. Not to say that she wasn't naturally attracted to the lot. They all held a unique beauty that separated them from the weaving crowd.
 
Flame crawled over the redhead’s skin for an instant, sending a burning tingle through his nerves as her clothes melted away into nothingness. A handy trick, that. Rob had to settle for disrobing the old fashioned way, tearing jacket and shirt off and tossing them aside, then shrugging out of breeches and boots. It didn’t take long, really, not in the hurry he was in. But by the time he looked up there were two others as well - a horned figure greedily availing himself of the two naked women, and Xavier.

The sight of the big man, groping the crazy witch’s heavy breasts and grinding against her, sent a thrill of uncomfortable lust curling through his gut. Memories of a drunken night, his lips around Xavier’s thick meat before fucking him hard in a dark corner of a tavern, blazed through him like the flames that had consumed Red’s clothes. But then she moved, sensuously curving her back and rolling her hips, making an overnight of that shapely tight ass of hers.

Rob’s cock slid against the cleft of her ass as he shifted her stance slightly, spreading her for him. His fist wrapped around his cock and he stroked his head against her slit, sighing at the delicious feel of her slick, bare lips on his skin. Then he thrust forward, asping as she stretched and opened around him, taking his length.
 
The Korred grazed away at the soft and tender flesh along the side of Dolly's neck. As her hand sought what it wished to claim hold of, Disiyir let out a rumbling groan as her fingers curled around the hardened shaft. Teeth parted and reached up, clenching down across the lobe of her ear before pulling away as he tugged his head back and howled into the night.

His index finger, that belonged to his right hand remained curled around the silver looped handle of the chalice that was now being lifted upwards. Deep burgundy liquid splashed about within the depths of the vessel, spilling over the edges to stain clothes and flesh. It was held aloft, wrist twisting to turn the silver cup on it's side and let the wine flow free down into his opened mouth. He drank greedily and shifted it's falling red fountain of wine towards Dolly's gasping mouth. There it splashed down across the wild witches face while the Korred dipped his head between her breasts to collect what wine hadn't found it's way into her mouth.

His hairy hands pulled it away and pushed it back towards Xavier, allowing the cascade of wine to flow free down Dolly's back. For a handful of seconds he let the wine pour out before the knight's face, enticing him to drink. Regardless of the mans choice to do so or not, when he pulled the offering of the chalice's liquid away there was ample amounts coursing down the line of Dolly's spine. The horny alcoholic fey man beast turned away then from Dolly, but not before sucking lavishly across her breasts, and turned with a twist of his hips to face those behind him.

There the wine was offered once more as Disiyir's enchanting eyes fell upon the pair. He looked to the redheaded witch first, twisted his head and tucked his mouth down against the curve of her throat beneath her chin. The silver goblet was held floating above Elisa's lips, turned slightly towards it's side as the never ending fountain of deep red wine fell in a stream across her mouth. Once more Disiyir relegated himself to lapping the overflow from her the curvature of her neck all the way down to where the wine she missed with her mouth gathered to roll between her breasts.

The chalice was pushed beyond her shoulder after letting her have her fill, and presented to Rob. There it flowed, offered in much the same manner as it was to Xavier. For Rob to either take straight from the lisp of the silver cup, or to lap away from the creamy skin of Elisa that it showered down upon.
 
It wasn't as if Xavier had forgotten his duty or his vows, it was just that lust had banished most rational thought to the far corners of his mind. Dolly's slick inner folds made a full on assault unnecessary as her palace gates were open and inviting to the invading conqueror. He slid his thickness into her slowly, enjoying the warm silky wetness of her inner channel. He let her stretch to accept him, relishing as each inch of his length filled her. He gripped her hips with both strong hands, nearly encircling her slender waist as he went balls deep into her. He angrily swatted the offered cup as it spilled upon the back of her dress and soaked the skirts bundled up over her back side. If the drunken beast wasn't gripping it firmly he would knock it from his hands. The man growled more like a beast than a human, his mind focused upon the most primal of acts as he impaled the crazed witch on his spear shaft. He paused only a moment as he felt his full length inside of her before drawing back and thrusting deep again. His thrust were slow to start but long and deep, pulling back until her tightness gripped the last tip of his spear then thrusting to his hilt once again.

He largely ignored the others, though Elisa's sudden nakedness was not full lost on him as he caught glimpses of her pale body beyond the hairy beast. He was still clothed, his breeches only open enough to unleash his arousal on the crazy sexy witch whose body seemed to burn with the heat of sinful lust. He couldn't help but feel they were being watched, but he was far too focused upon the task at hand to take much heed of anything beyond the reach of his cock.
 
Her stare rose high on the horizon, like the black button eyes of a child's stuffed doll and she felt a frisson of excitement that transcended her better nature and pushed her on. Her mouth opened wide; the top lip thin, with a natural cupid's bow, the bottom larger and more plush. She jingled and fluttered her delicate tongue and like a waterslide, she guided the enticing liquid into her gullet; the keen, undisputed burn of alcohol; the elixir of life to many, the brutal bitter end to some. Watching its gentle downward vortex was hypnotizing, but what was even more enthralling was the ongoing display that could only be described as a lewd renascence painting. She dwelled on the taste, rolling the cool pool on her palate, curling her lips around the waterfall like one would to a glass or the flexing girth of a cock, leaving behind a painted streak of effort and delight. A new vice, perhaps? Either way, she intended to virtue it, savour it and she did so with a soft sipping and the gentle rise of her toned abdomen.

One would think that the pre-dawn silence of a forest would bring with it a chilling cold, and perhaps it would, but to Elisa, it was irrelevant. Her heart pulsed like an uproared volcano in bloom, like a tiny sun for the evening, mimicking the features of a warm summer day. The brass bedstead of her soul blazed cheerfully and mantled through her slender limbs. She even gave off streaks of smoke, barely there and harmless, twisting in their artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled starlight above. The sensory bombardment had the fire within her crackling and popping, each scarlet flame radiating heat, penetrating the barrier of flesh and skin, seeping through her cold-sheltered shell.

Elisa let out an involuntary purr of arousal - her backside buddy's hips drawn back, his cock blazing its path between her healthy buns, oiled silk on steel. Suddenly, she clawed like a hen-hawk upon the swirling structure on the man's horned visage, tightened, white-knuckled. Her hand fell towards the base, towards the covert of sweet ferns of tousled locks. Effortlessly, she sunk her fingers into the criss-crossing roots, manicured nails kneading attentively while the rest of her body became a living, wiry arc. It twitched and locked to curve her spine into a vibration, heavy, convulsive. The other quivering hand fell upon the broad waist of her tail-tucker. Her hands were just there, perfectly still on his skin, adoring, trembling. Her knees juddered; spine like warm jelly; brain, well, there was probably a heap of cells still alive, but whatever thought they might have transmuted into was long gone and replaced with something beautifully, simple-minded and atavistic.

Providing a comfortable, fortuitous cock-sleeve for the sanity-shattering invasion of his prying member sat surprisingly well with her. Hell, she even backed up until her trembling and wide-spread womanly sweetness kissed the very base of the one-eyed tool, noting, with the merest hit of a coy smile, every little vein-ribbled bump imprint itself against her spasmodic cunt-walls. A throaty grunt whipped past her lips as her body clenched fiercely around the brutal voyage towards her very uterus, the warmth an otherworldly boiling abyss quite unlike any other. Elisa quaked, moaned, whimpers and rejoiced all at once while inelegantly using the tender handhold on the two men to properly steady and align the ongoing fuck that delivered a plenitude of cock-meat deep into her exposed flesh. Pretty forget-me-not, cock-hungry eyes beamed with obvious desire as she eyed the feasting faun, amazed at her matter-of-facty view of the sexual encounter that sent violent shivers barrelling throughout her milky body.
 
Oh YES! This was the friend of all friends. That howl sent goosebumps of excitement to dance across every inch of her exposed flesh. This was the kind of madness that justified everything in the woman's sick and twisted mind. Fucking with strangers was a spice to an otherwise dull life. These people could not be any more different from one another and it made things all the more thrilling! Red had a passion as fiery as her mane. The sight of the sexual assault taking place in front of her almost got her just as aroused as the Knight that pulled no punches when blissfully violating Dolly's sex. A symphony of moans, groans, and grunts filled the haunting air and a sinfully sweet smile danced upon those dark painted lips when they were not simply agape to take in some much-needed air. The delicious taste of the offered liquid dripped from her chin and down the valley of her bust. Liquid arrows took their heated course down her gullet and made the situation ridiculously euphoric.

"Oh, so kind of you..." The crazed woman uttered to the beast showering attention upon the taut wine covered peaks that were her nipples. The slow and steady build-up within the center of her being grew all the more intense. The voices, for once were nowhere to be heard. When their host was inebriated with lust and alcohol, they seemed to temporarily vanish from her mind. Maybe this was the reason Dolly was an avid lover of sex and liquor. "Oh, fuck... yes." This was delightful, but she wanted more. Though it took a considerable degree of effort, she removed Xavier's cock from her greedy sex and turned to face her sex-crazed partner. Eyes were ablaze with lust two hands pushed upon his chest to push her prey to the ground. Should her knight be willing, Dolly had a voracious craving. Upon all fours, she crawled and lapped at her treat from the base, clear to the arched tip before making every single inch disappear past her lips. The tight confines of her throat encased his heated lance as the barely-there skirt of hers sat at her waist acting more like a belt. A glistening sex and an ample ass looked so inviting to whoever sought a tight warm refuge.

You'd think Dolly had been a starving woman, the way she feated upon that bountiful member of his. Moaned vibrated down the length of his as she sucked and licked to her heart's content.
 
Rob sucked greedily at the liquor that cascaded down the witch’s back in a burgundy flood, letting it coat his face and throat and chest. It burned as he drank it from her skin, thick and rich and heady, mingling with the bloody apple scent in the air to fan the flames of lust hotter. His hands slipped and slid over her liquor-slick skin, molding to her contours as he braced his knees into the loam, thrusting hard and deep into the slick heat of her cunt. She uttered a throaty grunt, rocking back to meet his thrusts as he slammed into her.

The beast man offered him the goblet, and he took another deep draught of alcohol before he danced back. Lust and liquor burned through his veins, and he found his mouth watering at the sight of the thick cock ridding from the beastman’s furry crotch. He found himself wondering how that dick would taste, dripping with wine and hit in his mouth. Then Red groaned again, and he could tell from her glazed gaze that she was wondering the same thing. “Suck him,” he growled, grabbing a fistfull of the witch’s red hair and dragging her face to the beastman’s crotch. A deep thrust forced her lips and cheek to slide over the engirged shaft. “Suck him, while I fuck you.”

Then he saw the crazy witch, sucking Xavier’s dick on hands and knees, pert ass in the air. Demonstrating flexibility of his own he leaned across Red’s back, gripping Dolly’s thigh for support and bringing his mouth to her dripping lips. She tasted of the residue of wine on his tongue, and her arousal, and his memories of Xavier. He moaned at the taste before caressing her folds with his tongue. Then he pushed the slippery organ into her slit, thrusting deep as he drove his aching cock into Red’s clenching depths again and again.
 
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