The Little DeathAdventures (5E smutty)

With room getting tight in the tent, Patience had little choice but to make room by pushing up against her fellow Teifling, bumping into the heretofore unseen man trying to get out front. "Excuse me." she said to Eras, batting her eyes at him.

Moving in close to Senevie, Patience curled her tail around to stroke Senevie's chin and smiled at her. "You wouldn't? You didn't seem to mind watching me get naked." she said, reaching over to find another skimpy outfit in the pile. "Now why don't you let me help you out of that stuffy armor and into something more comfortable."
 
Under Patience's touch, Senevie's own tail undulated behind him like a slow-cracking whip. Pressed up against her, his eyes swept over lithe body, taking in every curve. That was all he could take; he buried his face between her breasts, licking and kissing them, and rubbing his cheeks over them. It took him a moment to realize what he was doing, and pulled away, but he was too far gone in his lust to run off.

With a final shiver that belied the tent's heat, he threw off his cloak, and, as if now realizing how swelteringly hot he felt, undid his armor to let it clatter around his ankles.

Standing naked for everyone to see, Senevie could easily be mistaken for a girl: his shoulders were slim; his waist narrow; his hips wide; and his legs were smooth and supple. The one feature that betrayed him was the cock sitting between his thighs, encased in what appeared to be a steel cage with a small padlock. A thin string of clear precum hung from its tip. Any sort of embarrassment he'd shown was replaced with shy enthusiasm, and the ocassional giggle.

Senevie stretched his tail out to the pile alongside Patience's and pulled out an outfit similar to hers. His entire body shook as he put it on, and his caged cock twitched.

But when Melanie was pushed into the tent, Senevie felt a chill run through him. "W-wait, what is this? What's the matter with her?"
 
Eras seeing the addition of yet another female decides it is more than time for him to go alone particularly after one of them starts trying to flirt with him. Pulling out a dagger he attempts to find the rope tying the door and cut it. So focused on not seeing anything at all as clothing comes off he does not even notice Senevie is a new target.
"Oh no no no no not freaking happening"
 
Patience is both elated and disappointed by seeing the caged cock of Senevie, "Oh sweetie I'm sorry I thought you were a girl!" she said with a smile, watching Senevie change into the skimpy clothes. "You do look good enough to eat in that outfit though." she said and then reached out with her tail to tap the cage. "We will need to get you out of that thing. You poor dear are you in pain?" she asked.

She glanced over her shoulder at Eras, saying to him coolly. "No thank you would have been simpler." and stepped over, no longer quite as happy to be near him.

Patience turned to look at Melanie when Senevie begins to get upset. She turns to the gnome. "Is this your daughter?"
 
Amreil stands up. It may have been his angelic blood, or just that the gnome didn't mix the drink powerful enough for someone his size. He watched the male try to fight his way out with a chuckle. His escape just meant more women for him to satisfy. He has his eyes on the elf, watching strut for the human. He can hear the two teiflings chat, but he puts them out of his mind. As the gnome girl is pushed in, he gets a warning premonition in the back of his mind.

Unfortunately, he is too much under the influence to pay any attention to it. He walks over to Alexandria. "Don't you think you could use a man's help right now?"
 
While the latest surprise visitor seem to be coming out... from behind the tapestry and thus maybe from the same direction the others are supposed to be going, he is also carefully shouldering his way through the increasingly naked bodies, shying away from touching or looking at the comely females. Taking his dagger out, he tries to open the well tied main entrance, cutting the cords keeping it closed.

And then there is a hole on a side where the gnome male left, and almost instantly had a female crawl through, but this one definitely not a gnome, and not even close to embracing death... but a little bit dazed, as she keeps the little man's handkerchief to her face. She kind of blushes, hard, eyes glazing over, she could do with a little help to even stand right. Then she seems to join the dressing ladies...

The next to arrive is the said gnome girl, who gets a little bit crowded by the taller females, but not even the Tiefling Patience could see her supposed father coming in... Maybe because he has other things to attend to.

Because as Alexandria helps the teen gnome called Melanie to climb in and stand - interesting how she has the same problem as the other late crawl-in, with a similar handkerchief held to her mouth -, the sides of the opening is pulled closed by unseen hands, and the hole is starting to mend from both end, like it was sewed together really fast.

Patience and Senevie dressed like they are is quite the sight, even for other females, no surprise that Amreil gets a hard on like he could not remember... The surprise is how the other man who tries to cut mere leather cords have a problem with it, almost like the cord was in too much pieces to be really any useful at functioning as an easy lock, but it was almost like they was as hard as some kind of metal, needing a lot of sawing to cut. But he was getting out...

Well, if he would want even after he gets a glimpse of the daily street life, where some death march was progressing, with alert blood hungry fanatics equipped with naked blades and looking for targets for their ire... or maybe to use as sacrifices to go before their almost dead ponticus as heralds of his coming. They are grabbing visitors and shopkeepers alike, showing back wares and demolishing sides of the semi-permanent tent market. They are getting closer to the grey mound, and that means that the colorful closed tent hugging the stone is almost right in their way to the main double doored entrance some hundred of yards away...

But inside the tent it was getting really cosy. Melanie the gnome teen and Malin the human female seemed to get caught in a red fire of arousal, both unaccustomed and surprised by their body's reaction. And as they removed the handkerchiefs, the lemon scent hit them too, leaving the two speachless and swooning, with their nubbins hard and throbbing, thighs clenched, as they breathed hard, almost panting.

An easy way out and away is the open way in, the cave entrance behind the tapestry with the open door... But who knows how long it would stay open, if the outside commotion is going to the huge doors, almost surely knowing or hoping it would open in a timely fashion...
 
Senevie squirmed as Patience toyed with his cage, his tail coiling around his leg. "It's a little tight, but it has to be! I-It prevents me from breaking my vow of chastity."

Impure thoughts seeped into his mind, clouding his judgement as he imagined his cock free and under the care of Patience's mouth.

He tried to shake it off. The two dazed women who were pushed into the tent still bothered him. "B-but nevermind that; what's going on?" He approached Melanie, holding her up by her shoulders. A look of concern crossed his face. "Are you alright? Was that man doing something to you?"
 
"Who? Dad? No! I am okay..." the dazed gnome teen looks around "What the bloody hell?" she asks, as there are pieces of armor, clothes, and not only six human sized people are inside a gnome sized shop, but there is backpacks and bedrolls all around, with torches, rolls of ropes... and all kinds of weapons. "Do any of you even need help?" she asks with a snort, looking to gather her harp and short spear back into her hands. "Having fun, are you? Well, I am out of here!" just to realize that the side-tear is no longer open, and that the entrance is still very much closed with a man sawing his dagger on the ties that bind it that way. "Great." she sighs.
 
Cold fear washes over Eras, the sight of the death cultist on parade doing more to clear his head than the fresh air ever could

"Hey Orgy people!" Eras shouts over the noise of giggling and chatter from the others. "Grab whatever gear you came with and get into the cave a parade of death cultist is grabbing people and they are headed directly for this tent, you do not have time to continue this...."

As Eras walks towards the cave he pulls out an orb his eyes begin to glow and strange symbols move over his body as he makes odd gestures with his free hand. Suddenly there is a pile of clothing in the same fashion as the rest of the ones in the shop covering the entrance to the cave, Eras walks right through said pile without slowing down.
 
The shouts penetrate Amreil's lust clouded thought. He shakes his head, trying to figure out what is going on. He hears the yelling and chanting coming from outside and reality comes crashing back down. Jumping onto action he grabs the human and the elf, dragging them through the illusion by their waist. He stumbles as he crosses the threshold, his eyes needing to adjust to the darkness of the cave.
 
Alexandria giggles as Amreil wraps a arm around her waist. "Little bit forward today are we? Think you can take both of us at once?" She teases as she sees the fighter grab the lovely cleric. Giggling as they both are grabbed, she consents as long as Malin doesn't fight, turning to the new gnomish girl she waggles a bit in Amreil's arm letting him plump up her cleavage for the girl's viewing pleasure. Blowing the gnomish girl a kiss, she winks as she says. "Care to follow sweetie?"
 
"Hwaaah? Death cult? No no no no no." Senevie became frantic, and looked about as if now aware of how ridiculous the situation was. His head still swam, and his body was burning with sexual energy that needed to be released, but self preservation eeked its way to the forefront of his mind.

As he put his gear back on, he didn't bother removing the harem outfit--it was so minimal that it didn't hinder him, and he was in too much of a hurry to waste time with silks and faux gold.

Some of the others already left into the cave, leaving himself, Patience, and Melanie in the tent. "Hey," he said to them both. "We have to leave!"

Senevie stepped through the mouth of the cave, and waited for the two to follow.
 
A thought and a memory drifts through Patience's head. The phrase "inaccessible to virgins" floats into her head as she looks at the young gnome girl looking confused and at least a little aroused. Patience sits down and starts to laugh at the absurdity of it all. So elaborate! So ridiculous! She had heard that gnomes were overfond of making things complicated but had never given it much credence until now. Eras and Senevie were panicking over some commotion outside but Patience needed to focus on one thing at a time or the...whatever it was in the air would make her lose her train of thought. "You're Melanie right." she said, crawling on her hands and knees to the gnome girl, her tail flicking behind her. "I'm Patience. I know this is a little personal for someone you just met but.. the Teifling reaches up to stroke the gnome girl on the cheek. "...you don't happen to be a virgin do you?"
 
Eras hurries back into the hole he had been until recently, and soon reaches the open door he did not wentured through previously. The corridor is like a standing oval cross-section tube, the door is obviously just a wooden panel that was inserted into the open way. While it could have been put there to close the route off, it obviously was not locking properly, as the light moist, warm musky air kept it open.

But it was too dark to say anything more than that, all that the men could use was their touch on the slightly moist, warm lightly ribbed wall... which felt like it was covered in a moss of some kind. The door and its frame being wood, and also trying to be oval just like the corridor itself felt polished. There is no real handle or lock on the open wooden panel, or maybe it lost it along the years.

The main problem next to the darkness is the size. Obviously it is just something akin to one-fifth of the double sided door's opening, which means that anybody who is six feet or higher would need to lean forward a little. With the walkway just as wide as the headspace, there is no way to have two medium sized creature stand next to each other, even having the small gnome next to someone would mean that the bigger person have to stand edge-wise. And be without a backpack or serious armor.

Hopefully at least no fighting would occur, as it would be obviously with disadvantage with bigger than a dagger or crossbow... - in the distance attacks and spells case it would be hard to miss the person standing before them, or the one before... So, the line up is paramount.

In this case, first is Eras, second in line is Amreil, Alexandria follows him, who is being followed by the dazed Malin.

Melanie snorted at Alexandria's words. "As if! Follow you where? I can't go in there, as in unable to! I tried."

Senevie pushes through the illusionally disguised opening instead behind Malin, leaving behind the sitting and laughing Patience with the gnome teen as the others disappear behind the tapestry.

The gnome girl stares - and lightly sways - as the tiefling approaches on her knees. "Yeah, what about it?" she asks defensively, gripping her harp and spear, her hands occupied. The light through the tent and clothes is not too much, but enough to see the girls dilated pupils and see as she licks her lips.
 
Patience giggles, able to see the gnome girl just fine in the dim light, her milky white eyes accustomed to the darkness thanks to her fiendish heritage. She could see the girls seeing her wide pupils and catches her licking lips. "I had a feeling you would say that. It's such a bother isn't it? A label that someone can use on you..and in this case keep you from exploring places you want to go?" she asks, moving closer so that their lips are nearly touching. One hand keeps touching the girls cheek, the other gently reaches over to try and push the spear out of the girls hand, and Patience's tail curls around to stroke the back of the gnomish teens thigh. "Don't you think it's time to throw that label away?"
 
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Patience giggles, able to see the gnome girl just fine in the dim light, her milky white eyes accustomed to the darkness thanks to her fiendish heritage. She could see the girls seeing her wide pupils and catches her licking lips. "I had a feeling you would say that. It's such a bother isn't it? A label that someone can use on you..and in this case keep you from exploring places you want to go?" she asks, moving closer so that their lips are nearly touching. One hand keeps touching the girls cheek, the other gently reaches over to try and push the spear out of the girls hand, and Patience's tail curls around to stroke the back of the gnomish teens thigh. "Don't you think it's time to throw that label away?"
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"That is what keeping me out?" she is clearly surprised, and flushed, she tries to get away from the stroking hand and away from the tail and the closeness... but her body definitely reacts favorably. "So that is why dad keeps mom's toys locked away!"
 
At the rear of the line inside the cave, Senevie stayed put, waiting for Patience and Melanie. He would've called out to them again if the words hadn't stuck in his throat at what he was seeing.

"You two--" He wanted to reprimand them for stalling. Now was not the time for sex. But Senevie couldn't. The heat still surged within him, and a part of him just wanted to stand there and watch events unfold. To stay risked being found by the cult; to leave meant missing something incredible.

"Hey, you two," he said through the entrance in a meek voice. "I know we're all horny, but can't it wait?"
 
Eras oblivious to the problem continues through the partially opened door. "If they wish to continue to have sex then leave them dragging people with us will only serve to get everyone killed." He states calmly as the continues to move forward.
 
Amreil hurls through the doorway, slamming the top of his head into the ceiling of the tunnel. He shakes off the pain, continuing through the door after the sorcerer. He looks around, his darkvision allowing him to see further down the dimly lit tunnel thank normal. After he gets through the door, he turns, seeing who is following him
 
There is about six to ten feet corridor even before the doorway, but the entrance is covered by not only the tapestry, but an illusion of colorful clothes... No surprise that the tunnel is not dimmly lit, but pizch dark as now there are five people filling it too, so any little light that would come in from behind id fully gone after the door...

Even wit darkvision having a disadvantage on the already lowered wisdom based perception does not let the people realize too much, just that this is a corridor, either by something that hollowed it out like a burrowing creature, or was made by nature somehow... but if it is was man-made, it surely did not used the usual tools or magic to do it.

But it is also obvious that if one takes the size of the mound from outside into account, that you are soon should be right behind the huge double stone doors from the other side...

Maybe it is just clausthrophoby, but it feels like the walls are closing in, getting it harder to go forward for the fully geared up tall people. The heat and moisture increases slightly, and the walls feel more soft too...
 
Amreil crouches down, trying to make himself as small as possible. He shakes his head, the heat, and the drink causing him to become light headed. "We. Need to. Push. Forward." Every word is a struggle to get out and he pushes on the back of Eras, using his weight to drive the other man forward, trying to push further into this tunnel.
 
Patience laughed. "Toys? You don't happen to know if he kept them in here somewhere do you? We don't really need them but it'sfun to have options. " she said, shifting to a sitting position and looking over her shoulder at Senevie. "Not if we want to get out of here sweetie. Now why don't you do something useful like help me." she said.

Patience keeps teasing the knome girl with her tail. "And yes, that is what is keeping you out as I understand it. But if you'd like to go in I'm sure we can find a way." she glances over at the commotion by the tunnel "We don't want them to have all the fun without us."
 
"As I know, there is only one thing locked that I can't open here and home, and that is a leather pouf made from a dragon hide backpack..." Melanie the gnome teen starts to look around with her eyes, turning her head and almost moving, it seems that she is trying to still fight her body's reactions. But she is clearly interested, and not at all caring about what it is that is happening outside, or where the others disappeared to.

With a little bit of searching, it becomes obvious that the blue-gray steel colored scales are under the same heap of clothes that the shopkeeper was sitting on. It is large for a gnome, but only a medium backpack for a medium person. It is keeping its form by mere air, as the leather is almost seamlessly closed, watertight too. Must be some magic that keeps it that way, and perfect to use as a sitting stool. There are flaps and a harness, and more than some extra leather, so the usual gnomish invention multi-use item... Or... well, with the drugs coursin through their bodies, Patience can see which straps she had to loosen to tie it onto the gnome - or tie the gnome onto the backpack/furniture!

And it is definitely have some more surprises inside. Not that it heps the duo. But maybe they can pull back behind the illusion and the tapestry, without getting stopped by the 'innocence line protection'. If there is any, seeing that the others are already on the other side of the hidden door, stumbling forward in the dark in a line.

***

Meanwhile the men start to get a little bit supressed, as the corridor not only gets smaller, but turns and dips, in two directions, making it an Y forking... And making it hard to keep their footing. Any wrong step, left or right, and they can try out if it is good as a slide... But at least it would be comfortable sitting instead of trying to go forward on foot. But who knows what dangers lurk behind which curve?

[I would need to know who goes left, who goes right, and feel free to loose your blalance and just slide... Keep in mind the line-up and your gear...]
 
Senevie's heart was racing; he was being offered sex from a beautiful woman and a cute girl. The blood pumped hot in his veins, though his mind screamed that he should just turn back around. His cock strained in its cage, and the precum that pooled in his undergarments felt like ice on his leg and balls. But there was another feeling deep within. He didn't want to break his vow of chastity, and the cage meant he'd be useless to Melanie, but he had to relieve himself somehow.

Senevie reentered the tent, taking slow, hesitant steps towards the girls. Not taking his eyes off them, he set his pack aside, pulled down his pants, and laid down on his side. Pushing out one knee, he let out a soft moan as he gave his swollen balls a squeeze. His tail caressed his pale, naked thighs until stopping over his curvy butt. The tip prodded between the cheeks. For a moment, his body tensed, then relaxed as his tail entered him. Like so many times before since taking his vow, Senevie was relieving himself of tension.
 
Alexandria will attempt to go left. "C'mon guys, I think you call it a south paw." She replied the lingo being first off wrong, the second sounding foreign to her lips, as though she has not said it like that alot, if ever.

"We don't know if the crazy cutlists are innocent so we need to put distance between us."
 
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