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Lore changes and context:

In an alternate parallel universe, Shar and Selune are born. Shar, the goddess of lust, depravity, domination and violation prevails over Selune, whose preaches chastity, marriage and monogamy. Sharran philosophy reigns supreme, the world now filled with sexual perversion and lust. The lack of conflict and constant sexual satisfaction keeps the population from desiring any resistance. Some other deities are given leniency. Selunites are almost non existent. 1 in 3 women are born in the image of Shar, they are women born with a penis and testicles. These women are sought after highly for their high libido and natural disposition to submissiveness during sexual activity. Shar cursed the daughters of Selune to be reformed in her image.
The shadowcursed lands are where the dead three; Bane, Bhaal and Myrkul start a cult with an alliance with the mind flayers to mount an opposition to Shar. In response, Shar covers the entire region with a dark aura that alleviates lust to unnatural levels. Even devout Sharrans struggle. Here, in the dark region, a Selunite Isobel mounts a dying resistance after the disappearance of her lover Aylin.
Our party of heroes, after defeating the goblins and saving some tieflings, travel to the underdark to seek vengeance and a cure to save themselves from the tadpole. Their plan is dark and full of bitterness.

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The chill of the shadow cursed lands makes it hard to sleep, even the layers of fur and the winter tent isn't enough. As a Sorcerer who is well versed in magic, Faye knows only direct light from a fire can partially ward of the cursed magical cold. She groans and sits up as she rubs her face and scratches the golden draconic scales in her forehead. Crawling out of her tent, she gives a sigh of relief as she sees the dimly lit campfire. "It's still lit, I can work with this" she thinks to herself as she adds last of the firewood they had stocked.

Everyone else is asleep, tired from the big fight with Nere and the deep gnomes. Gale had suggested they rest before proceeding to the shadow-lands, but Faye was anxious and distraught. The tadpoles, Wyll's descent to servitude in the hells, Gale's orb and most of all, Karlach's burning heart.

She regrets the rush now, the shadowlands seeped out much of their energy, and they couldn't keep up with the Harpers and lost them midway. They had no choice but to camp and hope the torches stay lit long enough for them to recover and make their way to the Inn. "It's still cold" she grimaces as she frantically searches for more layers in the camp chest next to the fire, pausing when she sees Wyll's rapier. Mizora's maniacal laughter rings in her mind. The fresh flashback of when she doomed him to eternal servitude in the hells. It was his punishment for refusing to kill Karlach. "It's going to be so much fun now, having full control of the famed Blade of Avernus. I'll have him reduced to moaning and begging by the time I'm done with him" Mizora said as she cackled and disappeared. There was a moment of deep sorrow and desperation but how much can you mourn for someone whom you had known for a few days when you have your own clock ticking.

Faye quickly rummages through the chest to find a shawl and wraps it around herself. She looks around. Gale, Astarion, Shadowheart and Halsin are fast asleep but Karlach's tent is empty. Faye stands up in a state of instant panic, lifts up a torch and waves it around frantically looking for Karlach. Besides the lake, there's nowhere else to go other than a small cave a bit further ahead. "Why? Why now? She knows the risks!" Faye thinks to herself in a state of panic as she jogs towards the cave being as light footed as possible to not wake the others up. She stops just before the entrance of the cave; a peculiar sound catches her ears.

"Is she....moaning?" she thinks, confused and amused at the same time. The moaning changes to whimpers and low whines. "I know that sound, but I should check anyway. Fuck this place!" Faye tries to be as stealthy as possible but forgets about the bright torch she's carrying. She sees a big cater with bit flat surfaced rocks down there and from one of those rocks; there is a aura of fire circling around it. Faye slides down the cater and looks close, then she sees Karlach in a state that she had never seen her before and never even imagined was possible for someone as strong willed as her.

Karlach was on her back, in top of a big flat surface rock, smooth enough to be a stone bed. Faye could see her completely, the fire from her engine lighting up the whole cater. Her hands were above her head; her thighs tightly closed together with the feet apart, her back arching repeatedly. Faye gulped, sweating from the heat of the fire and her heartbeat rising fast, the pace of her breath grows faster and faster. She can't help but look, she can't form any words. Sweat drips down the rock hard muscles and along the creases of her burn scars, her entire leather outfit almost completely burnt off exposing her red firm breasts and the sides of her lat muscles; only a small piece of metal button from the straps covers her right nipple. The fire aura doesn't expand but grows in intensity as Karlach lets out a loud long moan; she arches her back again while repeatedly closing and opening her legs. The world around Faye completely disappears; she has no self awareness. Karlach's insatiable lust entrances her completely; she can't help but drool as she devours the beefy tiefling with her eyes. She looks further down Karlach's body to notice that the heat has burnt off most of her pants, exposing her toned calves, hard thighs and her pussy completely exposed. The fire from her heart intensifies as she gasps in loudly and aggressively arches her back: making her firm breasts and hard nipples lift up as she opens her legs and lets out a loud moan biting her lip so hard that it bleeds. She falls back flat onto the rock, her whole body quivering and twitching, her moans slowly subsiding into whines and whimpers. The fire from the engine dies down, leaving the rocks black and charred. Karlach is still lying on top of the rock, too weakened to move and her breaths still loud, her body occasionally twitching.

"Wow! That was....quite something" Faye says, her heart still pacing and breaths audible.

"Sorry you had to see that soldier. I can't help it. I may have escaped Zariel, but her chains still hold me" Karlach says as breath slows down, "But judging from the looks of you, I can see you enjoyed it." She points her eyes at Faye's crotch.

Faye looks down to find a visible bulge through her tight camp shorts. She gasps and instantly turns around, dropping her torch to cover herself with her hands.

"Well, at least you can do something about it, unlike me." Karlach says as she points down to a blue tattoo on her lower belly. Faye turns her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a tattoo in the shape of two devil horns.

"What do you mean? I thought you came here to please yourself?" Faye asks with a hint of shyness.

"A cursed seal from Zariel and Mizora. I can't touch myself for pleasure. I can only climax when someone else pleases me. With this burning heart, even that thought is agonizing. What you saw was years of holding it in, failing and yet still not getting any final relief. And when you told me the things you wanted to do to me at the party, I haven't been able to think of anything else."

"I'm sorry! But...I understand. I haven't done it with anyone before. The tadpole is the only reason I'm outside of my village with no privacy. When I saw you, your muscles, your rage, your domineering face. I couldn't hold my thoughts in but whisper them to you."

Faye can feel her cock throbbing as she says those words; she tightens her thighs and leans against a large stone.

"oof...please I need a distraction or something. Seeing you vulnerable like that has left me in this state"

Karlach blushes, "Okay soldier, you asked for it. I'll give you something for that and then if you don't faint, I'll tell you how all this came to be."

Karlach connects to Faye's mind using the tadpoles' telepathic connection, flooding her mind with images and feelings of the last time she felt like this but it was a thousand times amplified. The connection is strong because their bond is strong, Faye can feel everything she felt back then as if she was there herself, looking through Karlach's eyes. She feels a great heat, a room that looks like a blacksmith's workshop with sounds of metal machinery and steam. There are leather and metal contraptions everywhere. It's as if Karlach and she are one and the same in that memory. She can't move, she looks up to find her hands are tied up to the ceiling with red magical bonds; her legs are tied apart in a full split as she is suspended in the air. Any struggle is futile, there is something magical that is keeping her from resisting, it feels like a strong command spell compelling her to submit, but to whom? Before she could collect herself and assess the situation, she is shocked with a sudden wave of pleasure in her chest as two ash gray hands cup her breasts and softly pinch her nipples. She moans as she feels subtle soft lick across her back that goes up to the nape of her neck. The seal in her lower belly glows, alleviating her pleasure to higher levels.

"My favourite pet. My little red devil." A raspy female voice breathes into her ear, she can tell its Zariel, and her presence is powerful. The hands leave her nipples suddenly and the pleasure Karlach was feeling disappears suddenly, she lets out a longing moan, shaking in her bonds, thrusting her hips forwards and back in mid air, being in a split limiting her movement.

"Silence!" Zariel commands. Karlach hears a whoosing sound through the air feels a strong slap on her left ass cheek. She yelps at the stinging pain from a hand big enough to cover both her cheeks. The seal glows again, sending a wave of pleasure through her body, she is dripping wet from it yet helpless to do anything. She gasps loudly when she feels something hard and fleshy in her pussy, its Zariel's cock, throbbing as it rubs her pussy lips slowly, teasing her. Karlach is too entranced, horny and zoned out to be angry at her, right now, she knows she wants it inside her, it has been so long! Zariel's thrusting grows faster. Karlach moans with each thrust, her dripping pussy begging for it to slide inside her, her legs wanting desperately to wrap around the Archdevil's hips but she's helpless.

"Please! Inside! please!" Karlach cries out in desperation. Zariel laughs disregarding her pleas. The thrusting continues, Karlach's pleasure and frustration reaching higher and higher, her moans turning into cries. Karlach's pleasure is almost at its peak, just a little more to reach climax. "Yes! Yes please!" she yelps. Then, in a sudden swift motion, Zariel's thick and long cock slides inside her completely, Karlach gasps in loudly rolling her eyes up in pleasure and before she could even grasp what was happening, Zariel pulls out and unhands her completely, leaving her hanging. "No! No wait! Please! Please! No! nooo!" She thrusts her hanging hips backwards and forwards. She is still dripping wet, unable to move, her orgasm just out of reach and now denied. Tears roll down her face, "No! why!" She cries out as Zariel laughs and slaps her ass hard, sending a sting through Karlach's whole body.

The tadpole's connection severs; Faye is snapped out of the memory. "No! no! I was close!" She gasps as looks around, turning towards Karlach. Faye moans, Karlach's desire has spilled to her as well. The bulge of her throbbing cock is begging to be free. "I....I can't hold it anymore!" She is on the brink of a climax. Faye walks close to Karlach, gazing upon her naked, vulnerable body, there is no resisting now. She pulls down her shorts and starts stroking her hard cock, grunting and moaning with pleasure, her saliva drools down and falls on Karlach's abs. Her stroking gets faster and faster and soon as she sees Karlach's hard shoulder and biceps, she moans loudly and ejaculates once, twice and 3 more times, moaning with each squirt. Her breath now loud, she looks at Karlach covered in white liquid droplets from neck to navel.

Faye gazes upon Karlach with submissive longing.

"We....We have to find Dammon!"

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Halsin, Shadowheart, Astarion and Gale gather around the dim campfire. "It's some kind of dark aura, possibly from the shadow weave of Shar. I don't know its full effects but we were definitely unusually violent in our fight with the Absolute's convoy today. At least we found a way to stave off the curse, but not its full effects apparently." Gale remarks with his usual formal tone.

"It's lady Shar's greatness. But now that you all have the means to travel the darkness thanks to that Selunite, we should head to the tower and scout the forces of Ketheric Thorm. Seek out his vulnerability." Shadowheart says as she stares at the wound in her hand.

Halsin grimaces from a stinging pain in his heart, "Ugh, the shadow curse affects my powers greatly. I think I will stay behind and find a way to lift the curse." Halsin looks around to find Faye and Karlach missing from their tents.

"Oh let the two lovebirds be for a while, Karlach just got her heart fixed, she'll need a some time to release all that tension now that she can finally ride the hell out of herself", Astarion giggles at his own childish joke.

A decision was made, Shadowheart and Astarion will head to moonrise, Gale will head to Last Light Inn to assist Isobel, Halsin will stay in camp for now. Halsin tries to sleep his pain off but fails, any attempt to close his eyes is interrupted by the sounds of moaning, mouth breathing and grunting coming from the distance, his sharp druidic senses hearing every sound that the other's couldn't. He can't ignore it anymore, "a dive in cold lake will do me well, curse or not it's still a remnant of nature" he thinks to himself as he approaches the water, taking off his clothes and diving in. He is left entranced by what he suddenly sees at the other end of the lake, he instantly crouches to hide himself with only is eyes and nose over the water. His eyes widen at the sight of Karlach and Faye. He uses his druidic senses to focus and look closer.

Karlach is holding Faye's hands behind her back, restraining her while she bends Faye over slightly forward, her ass touching Karlach's thighs which are closed tight. Faye's erect throbbing cock twitching up and down in anticipation.

"Wow soldier, you've made me come six times today, just with your fingers and mouth! Some skills for someone who has never done it before" Karlach says in a cheerful tone, breathing heavily. "Now, my turn" Karlach smirks as she slowly slides the tip of her tail along Faye's inner left thigh, moving up to her hard cock and softly wrapping her tail around it from the base to the twitching tip. Karlach suddenly tightens the grips on Faye's hands and cock. Faye moans in desperation, she's been holding it in for a long time and Karlach wasn't letting her put it inside. Faye turns her head partially to try and look back at Karlach, she moans and looks at the tiefling with longing eyes.

"What? You thought I'd submit to you? I only let you get on top to relieve me. Now that I'm relieved, I'll have my way with you until I need to get eaten out again" Karlach smirks as she begins slowly stroking Faye's cock with her tail, the pace is agonisingly slow, Karlach can feel Faye's cock twitch up with each stroke, her longing moans only feeding the tiefling's power trip.

Halsin is entranced by what he sees, lustful thoughts running wild. He fantasises himself wrapping his hands around Faye and devouring her cock until she screams for him to stop. He imagines himself pounding Karlach's pussy until he releases himself inside her. His fantasy is short lived as he snaps out of it and rushes back to camp in an attempt to gather himself. He hears a rustle in the nearby bushes in the shore of the lake, before he could turn to look; he feels an aura of shadow choke his throat. He tries to scream but his consciousness fades out as he falls to be ground with a thud that echoes through the lake.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the lake, Faye's moans grow ever louder and the longing desperation in her cock is unbearable. Karlach continues to stroke her, slowly increasing her pace. Faye squirms helplessly in Karlach's strong hold on her, limiting her movement. "Please! Faster! I'm...I'm almost there." Faye moans breathing heavily. With a smooth but sudden motion, Karlach unwraps her tail around Faye's cock and lets it go completely.

Faye's body jerks and twitches at the sudden denial of sensation and she falls on her knees as Karlach let's go of her hands. "No! Why'd you stop? I'm so close! Please!" Faye whines in a voice out of breath and falls forward on her elbows panting and gasping. Faye is unable to hold herself up and falls on her face, she is now lying down prostate on the right side of her face and her knees leaving her ass perked up, drooling from her mouth. She can't resist anymore, the desire for a release is too strong. She grabs her cock by both hands and starts stroking, paying no heed to her compromised prone position. Karlach smirks and giggles at the sight of the petite human, the hero sorcerer in such a humiliating position, a dark aura grows around her. Towering behind Faye's vulnerable parts, she gives in to her dark desires; she pulls her foot back and launches it firmly into Faye's balls in a sideways kick, slapping them. Faye yelps loudly as her rising pleasure is suddenly interrupted by a sting of pain. She rolls and falls on her back grabbing her crotch in pain, her cock twitches repeatedly in fast up and down motion. She lets out moans and whines of pain and frustration. Karlach giggles devilishly, kneels down, moves Faye's legs apart with her strong arms and slaps her hands away from her cock. Faye is breathing fast, her small but firm breasts going up and down, her cock still hard; throbbing and twitching. "My little pet soldier, so desperate! I need to see much more quivering from you before you get a release. I also need to save my stamina for the battle against the cultists soon. You will wait, after all, you've waited this long." Karlach says as she lifts Faye up and drops her over her own strong shoulders. Faye cock, balls and ass exposed in front of Karlach's shoulders as her upper body hangs on Karlach's back, her hands hanging loosely down, she is too tired and entranced to even say a word. Karlach easily carries her over to the other side of the lake and walks towards the camp.

Meanwhile, Shadowheart approaches the Last Light Inn with a boat of tieflings. Gale, with some harpers and fighters of the flaming fist waits at the small dock. As the boat approaches close enough, the harpers pull it close and tie it to the dock. The tieflings depart in a hurry and rush to meet their friends and families.

"What happened out there? Where's Astarion?" Gale asks in a panicked tone.

"Our cover was blown, someone called Marcus warned Ketheric when we were sneaking the tieflings out. Astarion held them back while we escaped. I....I don't think he made it." Shadowheart says, distraught.

"Marcus attacked the Inn, Jaheira is dead, and he got Isobel. We had hoped to delay him but it seems he reached the tower before you could get out. This doesn't bode well." Gale eyebrows furrow. "The Inn is still protected; Mystra stepped in when Isobel was taken but...we lost many of the harpers and fist soldiers."

"I need to take breather, I barely made it out". Shadowheart leans on a wall. Gale can see the state she is in. Her armour is completely destroyed; her purple robes battered and torn exposing her entire upper torso except for her breasts which are barely covered by what remains of her inner robe. Her legs are completely exposed with only her camp short skirt giving her any sense of dignity.

Both of them head back into the entrance of the inn compound, the dead bodies of the fallen evaporate into dark shadowy steam, leaving no trace. They see two figures approaching the inn, jogging across the bridge.

"It's Karlach and Faye! I thought they were at camp" Gale says anxiously. As both of them approach the Inn's light, their silhouettes become clearer; Karlach is holding her axe, she is wearing her usual outfit, leather straps across her breasts and a low waist black leather trousers which are torn and tattered, her muscular presence visible from afar. What got Gale mildly curious was the state Faye was in. She appears in the light with only a thin cloth tied around her breasts and her tight camp shorts.

"No time" Karlach says as she connects all four of them with the tadpole. The dots connect; they know everything there is to know.

"We must hurry, Halsin and Jaheira may be gone, but we can still have Isobel. We have to find the Nightsong and complete a ritual. As lady Shar demands, that is the source of Thorm's immortality. That is how we can end this!" Shadowheart says with gritty determination.

Gale opens a portal to the nearest travel rune to Thorm's Mausoleum. A four of them go through it and teleport to a road leading to the mausoleum. They approach slowly towards the gate. A sting from the tadpole sends a wave of pain through everyone's heads; they all wince in pain grabbing their heads. An echoing ethereal female voice says in a commanding tone, "Listen mortals! I am Shar, mistress of the night, my influence on you grows, such fragile minds! You give into desire and power so quickly, you make for perfect specimens. I will aid you in the downfall of the traitor Ketheric. Shadowheart! Become my chosen, my nightingale justiciar! I'll send you to Nightsong herself; there you face your biggest trial." A runic sigil appears on the ground and they are dragged downwards before anyone can react.

Everyone slowly regains consciousness; Shadowheart is already standing, in her near exposed state. Gale gets up slowly and looks around; Karlach is standing up slowly, lifting Faye up by grabbing her arms in a rough strong grip, and giving her a firm spank. Faye lets out a small yelp.

"So this is it! The shadow fell. Where all our repressed kinkiness comes from! Let's go deal with this quickly, last thing I want is to be orgasm tortured for eternity", Gale says as they start walking down the straight path leading to a big door opening to a large empty space with a gray ceiling and gray cobblestone floor. As soon as they see what's in front of them, the whole group freezes in place and then slowly approaches close to confirm what they see.

"An aasimar! A real aasimar!" Gale says in amazement looking at the captive demigod in front of them. They gaze at the prisoner, taking in her vulnerable predicament. She is 6 and half feet tall with blonde hair and ghostly pale skin. She is unconscious. Her arms have big hard defined muscles which are now held up in the air by a magical restraint, she hangs mid air suspended by the bonds in her wrists. Her firm and big breasts are fully exposed; looking further down they see her visible defined abs flowing down to a v-taper lower belly. Then, they notice her erect, throbbing, seven inch long and girthy cock twitching up and down. Her legs are bound tightly together; her thighs are tight and big. Her ass visibly thick, her ass cheeks clenching with each twitch of her cock.

"Of course! The ritual makes sense now. It's a soul defilation." Gale remarks, in amazement and excitement. "Care to explain in plain language?" Karlach says shaking her head. Shadowheart kneels in prayer, to get the final guidance from Shar for her alone, "This will take some time, rest before we proceed." She says as she closes her eyes.

Gale takes a formal posture and begins to explain, "Selune's children are bound to chastity by the suspension curse. It means that Aylin, no matter how aroused she gets, won't be able to reach climax under any condition besides one: A touch of a virgin maiden. This restraint is applied through magic. From the looks of it, Shar has exploited that by keeping her constantly aroused but no one arousing her is a virgin, so she forever remains on the edge of a climax but never reaches it. She's been on the edge for a hundred years. There is another law, one not enforced by magic but still punishable. Selune's children are forbidden from climaxing outside of wedlock. If she does so, she will be abandoned and turned into a weakened mortal filled with lust. I assume that's the goal here today, to make her orgasm to a virgin's touch but outside of wedlock."

"So who's the lucky virgin?" Karlach asks smirking at Faye. Faye blushes, still shuddering from her earlier experience with Karlach.

"It's me!" Shadowheart shouts as she stands up, takes off her short skirt to reveal a magical chastity belt with glowing markings. "This is my purpose, once I complete it, I'll be released from this cage." She approaches the restrained demigod and slaps her cock hard. Aylin is jolted back to consciousness and roars at Shadowheart, her expression of rage slowly fades to a desperate frown of defeat. "P...please make me come. Please I... I'll do anything." Aylin pleads in a faint voice. Shadowheart smirks as she walks close and leans down to place a soft kiss on the very tip of Aylin's cock. Aylin's body jerks in pleasure, she tries to thrust her cock forward but the restraints prevent her from moving her hip, she lets out a loud moan as her cock twitches up and down aggressively. Shadowheart stands in front of her and grabs her cock with both hands and begins stroking in up and down. A shock of pure pleasure shoots up Aylin's body; she arches her back, curls up her toes, throws her head up and screams, "Yes! Yes! Yes please! Please say the words and allow me to cum".

Shadowheart cackles in maniacal laughter as she speeds up her stroking, tightening her grip and being as aggressive as possible. "Now, tell me, what are you?" Shadowheart looks up to ask her. Aylin gasps, panting and breathing heavily, "I....I am an aasimar". Shadowheart yells "Wrong!" as she launches up her knee into Aylin's balls. Aylin screams in a spiral of pain, desperation, ecstasy and frustration. "I...I am your tainted slave. I am your plaything, I renounce my divinity" Aylin moans each word with great effort. "Good! Now, you may come. Release it slave! Release a hundred years of torment and let your divinity die!" Shadowheart commands Aylin.

Aylin screams up in the air and a jolt of pleasure numbs her whole mind. She squirms violently in her restraints as she shoots out a long thick string of white liquid into the air, a single squirt lasting four whole seconds. Shadowheart dodges out of the way and the string of white liquid hits Faye's face, splashing her whole body with it. Faye yelps and falls to the ground on her butt. There is another string of white liquid, then another, then 6 times more. Aylin moans with each breath, a look of utter defeat in her eyes but also a sense of dissociated relief. Her restraints disappear and she falls on the ground on all fours, her hair now a darker shade of brown, missing its divine glow. The chastity cage bound to Shadowheart unlocks and falls to the ground revealing a smooth pussy. She puts her skirt back on. A metal collar appears around Aylin's neck, attached to a metal chain that jumps to Shadowheart's right hand.

A voice echoes through the realm, "It is done my child! You have tainted Selune's last remaining daughter! These lands will now know true debauchery, free of Selune's celibacy! Take this fallen demigod as your slave, parade her around and let the people know my power!"

"It shall be done, my lady Shar!" Shadowheart says with determination and pulls the leash, Aylin stands in a slouching posture, and she is looking down in shame, barely able to stand up straight. She follows Shadowheart behind her. "What is in the blazes happened here?"

"She got squirted with demigod stuff" Karlach says, laughing loudly. "Don't worry. We got fresh clothes in the camp, for now, let this spell clean you up" Gale says as he conjures water from his staff and uses it to spray water on Faye. Faye looks away, her back facing the water spray. The pressure from the spray undoes the knot in the cloth covering her breasts and it falls to the ground, Faye realises she is now topless and gasps trying to cover her breasts with her hands. Gale stops the spell, "There! All done!" he says as he opens a portal to their camp. Gale walks in; Shadowheart follows, dragging Aylin by her leash. Karlach approaches Faye close, and gazes at her near naked, wet and dripping body. Karlach looks down and licks her lips at the sight of Faye's crotch, her tight camp shorts now wet and transparent, revealing her cock tucked pointed upwards. Karlach grips Faye's balls hard. Faye yelps and tries to push the muscular hand away but fails and squirms in her grip. Karlach leans down a bit and kisses her lips aggressively, sucking on her tongue inside her mouth. Faye submits to her dominance as she feels her own boner grow. Karlach feels Faye's growing cock in her hands and tears off her shorts. She then pushes Faye back and swings her tail across to wrap it around Faye's boner tightly. Faye lets out a yelp and tries to move the tail away and fails. Karlach turns around and walks into the portal, pulling Faye by the tail grip on her cock.

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The Harpers and the Fist soldiers standing in the moonrise towers courtyard look up to see a battle ended, the avatar of the great Myrkul reduced to ashes, Ketheric reduced to bones as his empty armor falls from the top of the tower and crashes right in front of them. There is a moment of silence, then relief and loud cheers followed by shouts of victory. The Absolute's fallen soldiers evaporate into a black smoke, consumed by the shadow curse. They all cheer and all 40 of them rush to Ketheric's throne room to meet the party of heroes.

The throne room is wide, made with dark stone walls and a wooden floor. There are no chairs but a raised platform at the other end of the room, and on top of the platform a plainly made stone throne.

A portal opens in front of the throne; Shadowheart and Karlach step out into the platform. Karlach looks battle tattered, her hair is messy, and her clothes in an even worse state. Her leather strap top is destroyed completely, leaving her red firm breasts exposed, her pants reduced to covering just her crotch and her thighs. Shadowheart is wearing a tight form fitting purple robe, outlining her form.

Karlach raises her hands up to gather the attention of the crowd of soldiers, she screams, "We have defeated the old tyrant, his reign of terror is over, with the lady Shar's blessing, we emerge victorious!"
Soldiers cheer, scream and stomp their feet; some relieved at the thought of victory, some still drunk on violence, others amazed at the sight of a topless Karlach not caring to cover up. Shadowheart raises her hand and a silence falls.
"Let the saviour speak!" Someone yells from the crowd.
She looks around and announces in a commanding voice," Remember soldiers! It is through lady Shar's embrace that we won; Selune would have had you dying in the name of peace and balance while denying you your vengeance, your justice. Her cleric was weak, her daughter defeated long before she even had her so called foreseen battle with the tyrant. The Selunites were wrong, their ways were wrong. Let lady Shar show you true freedom!"

A loud cheer in unison roars through the crowd with whistles stomps and raised fists.
Shadowheart reaches into the portal, pulls out a chain and yanks on it. Aylin slowly walks out into the platform, her dark brown ponytail now messy, her hands held above her head on her mistress' command. The crowd gasps in amazement and the voices change to booing, some drool at the sight of the state that she is in. Her big supple breasts are covered by a small thin rag that leaves her underboobs exposed; another rag used as a skirt that is wrapped loosely and low on her waist, the base of her skirt just long enough to hide her flaccid cock.

Voices from the crowd echo through the room.

"You were supposed to save us! Where were you?"

"So much for your powerful oaths of chastity!"

Voices of booing echo through the crowd. Someone throws the alcohol from their mug at Aylin, it splashes across Aylin's face and she gasps. Shadowheart recites a spell incantation, the chain attached to Aylin's collar changes into a small metal bracelet around Shadowheart's right wrist, the metal collar on Aylin's neck remains. "Let's test this, shall we?" She says. "Alright! Now for some fun!" Karlach cheers and walks up to Aylin. She kicks Aylin's butt with the heel of her foot, pushing her, Aylin falls from the raised platform on to the floor face down, letting out a cry of pain as she rolls over on her back and lays there.

Shadowheart points to Aylin and speaks to the crowd, "Rejoice brave fighters! Your reward for your bravery! Spare no mercy but leave her in one piece. We have plans for this one."

The crowd cheer loudly as five of the soldiers rush towards Aylin. Four of them pin each of her limbs to the ground as the fifth one tear off her rags, her big breasts and her thick and long flaccid cock now exposed to the crowd. They cheer fiercely and lustfully gaze on her naked, exposed body. She squirms trying to free herself but fails. They let go of her and one of the soldiers grabs her hair and drags her across the floor to the center of the room, then lifts her up to make her stand. Aylin tries desperately to cover her big breasts and hanging flaccid cock.

Shadowheart, still in the platform, whispers a command into her bracelet, "Hands down! No resistance." Aylin tries to resist the command but her body doesn't comply, her hands go back down, she is now fully exposed. A dark aura grows in the room and the crowd rush towards Aylin with frenzied lust in their eyes, surrounding her. She stands in the middle of the crowd encircling her, unable to move or resist. A young Harper wizard steps forwards, drooling at the sight of her ass and swings his wooden staff at it, whacking her hard on her ass cheeks, Aylin cries out as she feels a stinging pain. A Fist warrior removes his belt and whips her ass with it, Aylin lets out another cry, and her ass now reddened contrasting her ghostly pale skin. Both the wizard and the fighter continue hitting her ass repeatedly, sounds of whipping and whacking echo across the room followed by cries and moans of pain from Aylin, she cannot resist and only arches her back, sticking her ass up with each strike. Shadowheart touches her bracelet, sending a nonverbal command. Aylin gasps as her cock stands up in a hard, twitching boner, sensations of pleasure shoots across her body combined with pain from the repeated blows on her ass. The crowd laugh and some of them drool at the sight of her. They rush in to grab parts of her body as they push her down on the ground. She is suddenly overwhelmed with sensations of hands all across her body; she can feel her hands pinned down above her head, her legs spread apart wide, some hands from the crowd grabbing and fondling her breasts, some pinching and pulling her nipples, others licking her abs, rubbing her inner thighs, kissing and licking her feet. Her torment is further increased by her hard throbbing and twitching boner begging for a release but is being ignored by the crowd. One of the hands groping her slides down to her balls and proceeds to grip them hard, violently shaking them left and right repeatedly. Tears fall down her face as she squirms, cries, moans and screams.

A young Harper sorcerer steps forward and kneels in between her legs. He slowly pushes the very tip of his index finger into her exposed butthole. Aylin jolts at the sensation and clenches, gripping his finger, "No! No please! No!" Her cries are ignored by the crowd treating her body like a plaything. The young sorcerer casts a spell, conjuring a clear lubricant liquid through his fingertip inside her butthole. This lubricating liquid pours out, dripping through her hole as he pulls his finger out. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down, whipping out a long slender cock. He growls and shoves his cock inside her; it slides in with minimal friction. Aylin cries out as she clenches her hole and her body squirms, her cock twitches. The Harper starts thrusting inside her with a fast and aggressive pace, grunting with each thrust, his drool dripping on Aylin's cock and lower belly. With each thrust, she moans loudly, clenches and squirms.

Shadowheart, amused by all this, whispers into her bracelet, "Release." A sensation of pleasure shoots across Aylin's body, her body is overcome with convulsions; she cries out as the tip of her cock perks up and shoots out a long string of white liquid that launches up and lands halfway across the room, droplets of it falls on her face and body. She cries out again and another squirt comes out, and then another, and then again for five more times. The Harper growls and shoves his cock deep inside to release his warm seed inside her, with the third squirt, he pulls out. White liquid pours out of her hole. Another soldier kneels and shoves it inside her and starts thrusting, Aylin moans, her cock now flaccid, dangling on her lower belly as she is pounded. The soldier ejaculates inside her, filling up her hole again and pulls out, grunting. Then another soldier proceeds to do the same, then another, then another. The count is lost by the tenth or eleventh time she is filled up by hot semen.

The crowd that was groping her now take out their cocks, their tips rubbing all over Aylin's body as they stoke themselves. Alyin moves to cover her face as all of them shoot out their pent up lust, all over her body, sounds of male grunting fill the room.

Aylin's breaths are now loud, occasionally letting out moans, her entire body sore and covered in sticky white liquid, her cock flaccid, her hole spraying out white liquid with each clench, she has no strength left to move and lays there on the ground, quivering, occasionally twitching, her vision blurred by a mix of tears and semen.

The crowd pull up their pants, some go back to drinking, and others rest on the ground, some still stare at Aylin's body, a few of them poke and prod her breasts. Karlach laughs loudly and starts clapping, "Well done! What a fucking party!"

"Indeed" Shadowheart says, "It's time for the big reveal."

"Fuck yes! Hey! You two! Make your entrance!" Karlach yells at the portal in the platform.

Faye steps out of the portal, wearing a form fitting black outfit, torn in places from the stress of battle, she waves at the crowd as they smile at her. Gale steps out next but he is not alone. He pulls a woman by her hand along with him. "Look up you absolute maniacs!" Karlach yells at the crowd.

A gasp in unison and murmurs spread across the crowd. They recognize the cleric Isobel. She is dressed in a white robe covering her from collar to feet, her makeup washed off and hair tied behind in a tight bun, an unusual display of modesty in the room. Her glance falls on Aylin, she gasps in horror at the sight of her former lover, her lips quiver and she starts sobbing as she falls to her knees.

Karlach points to her with both hands and says to the crowd, "Yes! You guessed right. The cocktease cleric Isobel, known for preaching chastity while strutting about in revealing robes, common behaviour in Selunite prudes."

Voices from the crowd starts to rise; "No way! Twice in a single day?" "Fuck yeah, I can't wait!"

"Hold your horses now!" Gale says, "This one is...let us say, exclusive. A special reward if you will. You know of Selunites and their crazy oaths and vows. You see, this one is bound to modesty and chastity." The crowd boos in unison. "I know, I know! We all hate it. But for this one, terms of the vow are real, she is not to expose herself naked to anyone other than the one she marries. If she does, she loses all favour from her goddess. You know what the punishment is for this?"

The crowd looks at her, confused. Gale puffs up his chest and continues, "She is forever magically bound to serve the one who looks upon her naked body, rendering her a slave to them for the rest of her life. Now, I know you are confused. Allow me to explain. These cultists we fight, they wear amulets around their neck. They are now on their way to Baldur's Gate, to meet their leaders Orin and Gortash. Go forth, slay them and collect their amulets as reward for each kill. By the time we reach the city, whosoever holds the most number of these amulets, gets to see this prude's naked body in private and by extension, gain her as a slave for life!"

The crowd falls silent for a second and then, loud cheers spread across, echoing through the room. They frantically grab their armour and weapons and rush out of the room, battle cries roar through.

The room is now empty, with only Aylin in the middle. Shadowheart speaks into her bracelet, "Come". Aylin gets up on her knees. As the tries to step up her foot slides on the slippery floor and she falls forward on her hands. She tries to push herself up but her hand slips again, she gives up trying to stand and starts moving towards the platform, walking on her hands and knees like a dog, her breasts and flaccid cock dangling with each step. She stops right before the platform, still on all fours.

Isobel, still on her knees, sobs softly averting her eyes from her former lover. Gale grabs Isobel's hair and pulls her up to stand, she slouches her posture in shame. Karlach sits on the throne and yanks Faye by the hand making her sit on her lap. With one hand she reaches around and starts fondling Faye's right breast, with the other, she cups her crotch softly. Faye leans back, resting on Karlach's muscular torso.

"So, onto the next stage of our plan?" Shadowheart says. "Yes, Lorroakan will be a powerful ally", Gale replies, opening a portal, "Shall we?"

Chapter Text

Gale, Shadowheart, Faye and Karlach sit together around a table in front of an entrance to a restaurant, gulping down beer and pie. There are other tables, some occupied, others empty as customers walk in an out occasionally. The inn is just beside a street full of vendors, small shops and three storied buildings with balconies that travellers can rent. The street isn’t crowded, but there are enough people to keep business going. People occasionally stop to admire and congratulate the heroes that liberated the shadowlands.

“I heard that tyrant was ash and bone by the time you were done with him.”

“The soldiers you sent got rid of so many cultists; we can finally be free now. The two leaders still remain and are in hiding, hope you get rid of them soon.”

“I heard you are seeking allies, there’s a powerful wizard in the lower city, devotee of lady Shar. You’ll like him.”

The party of heroes aren’t the only ones getting people’s attention. Isobel, in her modest attire and tight hair bun, is knelt beside Gale’s chair, her hands tied behind her back, her gaze on the ground in defeat, shame and the anxiety of her upcoming fate. Thoughts racing through her mind can be heard by Gale courtesy of the detect thoughts spell. She is in dread and fear of the possibility of someone seeing her naked and her being forced into lifelong servitude to the one who sees her. Will her owner be kind or cruel? What depravity awaits her? Gale giggles at her thoughts and grabs her neck, making her look up at him and says, “Oh come on now, If Ketheric hadn’t captured her, you’d marry that overgrown aasimar. You’d marry her and then ride that big cock day and night to make up for 28 years of Selunite chastity. Don’t worry, maybe you’ll get lucky and an Orc chieftain will take you, then you’ll get 10 thick cocks a day. Or maybe a captain of the Flaming Fist, maybe he’ll love to share. See? You have options!” Tears stream down Isobel’s face as she sobs softly.

“Ugh! Not again!” Shadowheart says, rolling her eyes, “Shut her up!”

Gale gets up from the chair, pulling Isobel up by her neck. Isobel chokes and coughs. He casts a quick spell with a snap of his fingers and a leather strap appears, covering the lower half of her face so tightly that it squishes her cheeks. Faye, Shadowheart and Karlach stand up. Karlach lifts up her arms to stretch and says, “Shall we put on the show now? It’s been some time and the crowd should be big enough by now.”

“Yes, I’m excited to watch how this goes.” Faye says, giggling as she holds Karlach’s arm and leans on her shoulder. The group walk down the street, away from the shops and the main city gate to an area just outside the city walls. The area is a flat, plain grass field. In the middle of the grass field, there is a raised wooden square platform that looks like a stage to perform in. The stage is covered on all sides by purple curtains. A rope hangs in front of the curtain to open the front and potentially reveal something. A crowd of 50 people gather in front of the stage, murmuring and talking, trying to guess what all this is about. The party approach the crowd and as soon as they are seen by the crowd, they cheer, clap and make way for them. Gale and Shadowheart walk up to the stage and wave at the crowd, Karlach and Faye stay in the crowd towards the front.

Gale speaks to the crowd, “Citizens of Baldur’s Gate. Welcome to your first day of freedom from the absolute cult. You’re about to meet someone very special, someone who fed immortality to the tyrant Ketheric, someone who wanted you to not fuck, but be prudes until marriage because Selune said so.”
The crowd boos in unison.

Shadowheart speaks to the crowd in a warm tone, “Do not worry, she has been defeated and stripped of her divinity. Yes, you guessed right, we have for you the last daughter of Selune, Dame Aylin!”
Shadowheart pulls the rope down and the curtains in the stage separate, the crowd now sees Aylin, looking down in shame. Her hair is tied up tight in a bun, a thin rag around her breasts just enough to cover her nipples, another short rag full of holes very loosely tied low around her waist, the tip of her flaccid cock visible as it goes below the bottom of the rag, the bottom half of her ass cheeks completely exposed, the command collar still around her neck.
The crowd widen their eyes and gasp in amazement. They laugh, whistle and cheer and clap as they gaze upon her near naked body. Isobel, on her knees beside Gale, looks away as tears roll down her face.

Gale casts a spell and a red gemstone appears in his hand. He holds it up for the crowd to see and speaks, “This is a command stone, and it holds temporary power over this so called demigod. For 10 gold coins each person, you can hold this stone for thirty seconds and make her do anything you wish to see her do.” The crowd roars and cheers in joy. Gale speaks louder this time, “Hold up! To maintain some decorum, there are conditions that must be followed at all times. Condition one: She is not allowed to leave the stage. Condition two: Any command given to inflict damage that cannot be cured by healing spells will automatically be cancelled. Condition three: She is not allowed to orgasm under any circumstance. All conditions are enforced by magic. Form a line, take your turns.”
“Before we begin”, Shadowheart says to the crowd, “The command we deem the best among you all will be given a special reward at the end.”

The willing participants from the crowd frantically form a line, about 20 or so. Others stay as spectators, undecided on what to do. First in line is a young mid-20s peasant man, skinny and short hair, walks up to Gale. Gale hands him the gemstone and whispers, “Put on a show and I’ll give you the special reward.” The boy looks at the crowd and holds up the stone.

“Take off those rags!”

“Make her do something funny!”

“I wanna see those boobs bounce!”

The man grins and shouts back, “How about all of them?” He brings up the gemstone close to his mouth and speaks, “Place your hands on top of your head and hop up and down in the same spot.”
Aylin feels the command in her mind and gasps; she is forced to obey as her hands go up to her head and she starts hopping up and down. Her big breasts bounce up and down and the rag covering them instantly falls off exposing her nipples. Aylin frowns but cannot stop, she keeps hopping as the rag around her waist slowly slips down and slides off. Her flaccid cock now fully exposed, swinging up and down and slapping against her thighs. The crowd laugh and whistle. The command fades and Aylin stops, she uses her left forearm to cover her nipples and her right hand to cover her flaccid cock, which is not big enough to cover her and it stays exposed, dangling.

People from the crowd take their turn one by one, people from all backgrounds, genders, races, sizes. Anything they make her do, no matter how tame is humiliating when exposed and powerless as Aylin is. The commands are many:

“Bend over and shake that ass.”

“Swing that cock around in circles”

“Crawl on the ground face down and drag your bits on the ground” The moans from Aylin on that one sent the crowd on a whistling frenzy.

“Jump up and land on your big ass”

“Grab your balls and squeeze them hard”

“Grab your balls hard and shake them left and right”

“Get down on all fours and pretend to fuck like an animal”

“Get hard. Get soft. Get hard again. Back to soft.”

“Call me daddy and stick your tongue out”

“Dive forward and land on your boobs”

“I don’t like that crying face; squeeze your boobs and then laugh.”

“Is it true that when you got gang banged by soldiers, you ejaculated so hard, it flew across the room?” “Yes, it’s true”

“What did you feel when they fucked your ass one by one?” “I…I liked it but I wanted someone to stroke my cock”

The crowd go wild with this display of humiliation and powerlessness by the once great demigod paladin. The last command was done. Aylin was now a shaking mess, lying on the floor of the stage. Gale faces the crowd and speaks, “Now time to pick our winner, the best command. As you know, anything precious is always credited to the one who discovers it, or in this case, unpacks it. The peasant boy, who managed to make her do three things with one command, Come forward!”
The peasant man steps forward with a wide grin on his face. Gale gives the gemstone to him, turns to the crowd and says, “The reward is that this peasant man is free to make physical contact with our performer, no time limit! But remember, no permanent damage, no orgasm for the performer.

The peasant steps up to the stage. The crowd cheer and clap. He pushes Aylin down to her knees, whips his slender and long cock out and commands, “open up”. She is forced to obey and the man shoves his cock inside her and begins thrusting, the tip touching the back of her throat, her saliva pouring out of her mouth and dripping down her neck. She gags but he doesn’t stop, thrusting repeatedly. With a grunt he pushes the tip deep into her throat and ejaculates; his seed pours and drips down inside her throat, she pulls away and swallows reflexively, it’s too deep in her throat to spit out. The man pulls up his pants and walks away from the stage with the biggest possible grin on his face. The crowd cheer and clap for him.

“Thank you, dear patrons! That is all for now. Discounts at the Sharess’s Caress if you tell them we sent you!” The crowd give a long applause and begin to disperse.
“Now that’s done. What next?” Karlach says stepping forward. “First we have to drop her off at Lorroakan’s tower and then we have to meet the soldiers, they’ll be waiting to see who’ll claim Isobel.” Faye says in an excited tone, “But first! A bath in the Elfsong tavern rooms.”

It is now late in the afternoon; the group relax themselves in a rooftop pool atop the Elfsong Tavern. Faye leans on Karlach’s shoulder as she sits on the edge of the pool. Shadowheart enjoys a naked swim. Gale is casting a spell that sprays water from his staff at high pressure. He’s spraying it on a naked Aylin standing close to the pool.
“That’s enough I think, Lorroakan doesn’t need to fuck her. Well, technically speaking.” Gale says, stopping the spell as he opens a portal. He grabs Isobel’s hair pulls her along with him when he steps into the portal. Shadowheart steps out of the pool, casts a spell to dry her body, puts on a loose robe and follows Gale into the portal. Aylin follows her as she is magically bound to do so. Karlach and Faye stay in the pool, too relaxed to care about his. The portal closes.

The portal opens to a room with a high ceiling. It has a red carpeted floor and cupboards of books, alchemical equipments and mechanical contraptions. Gale, Shadowheart, Isobel and Aylin walk towards the other end of the room. There is a male high elf, sitting on a luxurious, gold plated, well cushioned chair. It is Lorroakan, the powerful wizard alive since the mythical era. As soon as his gaze falls upon the naked Aylin walking towards him, he gets up in excitement and walks to the group in a hurry.

“She’s here, finally! Marvellous!” He says. Gale smiles and says, “We’d have gotten here sooner if not for the battle at the shadowlands.” Shadowheart takes off the bracelet in her right hand and hands it to Lorroakan and says, “Here, the command bracelet. Keep it on and she’ll obey. Is there is reason you want her? She no longer has divinity you know.” Lorroakan puts on the bracelet on his wrist and replies, “It’s not her divinity I am concerned with. It’s revenge. The high elves used to live in luxury in the mythical era until her kind dropped down and started preaching chastity. That is the reason why our population is so low. I have designed a spell, one that will allow me to live practically forever. It needs her agony and suffering to power it.” He walks up to Aylin and grabs her exposed breasts and fondles them. Aylin lets out a reluctant whimper. He speaks into the bracelet, “Step into that circle on the floor.”

Aylin walks forward into a magical circle sigil drawn on the floor. As soon as she steps into the centre of it, an overwhelming sensation shoots up her body, she screams as she falls on her back, her mind is possessed solely by feelings of lust, sex and arousal. She gets a hard boner almost instantly; she reaches down to stroke her cock but the sigil glows and it magically prevents her from doing so, denying any external sensation to her hard, pulsating, throbbing cock. Aylin moans and screams as she rolls and writhes around in the floor with convulsions over her whole body. She stands up and tries to leave the circle but fails. She thrusts her hips forward and back desperate to feel any friction on her cock, even the air. “I…I can’t come. Please! Please let me come. Please!” She screams and breathes in and out rapidly. She pulls at her own hair and thrusts her hips back and forth. “Lie down on your back, lift your legs up and spread them.” Lorroakan commands into the bracelet “Scream if you want, but don’t move and inch.” Aylin is bound to obey as she lies down and spreads, exposing her hard cock and balls. Lorroakan lifts his foot up and stomps her balls, hitting them and the base of her cock, Aylin cries out in pain unable to resist or move. He stomps on it again and again repeatedly until her body start shaking, the magic of the sigil still keeping her aroused and on the edge of climax. “Stand, hands on your head.” He commands and Aylin obeys as he steps out of the circle, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Shadowheart giggles in amusement and says, “So, how long are you going to keep her aroused like that?” Lorroakan smiles and says, “I’ll let you in on a secret, she can’t hear us right now. I don’t even need her to suffer to power the spell. She just needs to stand there. Everything else is for my amusement. I’m gonna make her think she’ll never be allowed release. When she’s a begging, sobbing mess, I’ll let her release unexpectedly without any external sensation or friction, ruining her orgasm and then maybe keep her on the edge for another few centuries without a break.”
Shadowheart and Gale laugh loudly. Isobel starts sobbing, looking away from Aylin in despair. Gale faces Lorroakan and asks, “So, Do we have a deal?” “Yes! I’ll help you fight the cultists”.
Gale and Shadowheart nod respectfully and begin heading back, Gale pulling the sobbing Isobel by the collar of her robe. As they step into the portal, Isobel looks back and through her teary eyed blurred vision, catching one last glimpse at Aylin and sees her quivering as Lorroakan teases the tip of her cock with a feather.

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It is now late at night; a big and spacious inn is filled with Harpers and Flaming Fist soldiers drinking, shouting and hitting mugs together to cheer for their slaying of a majority of absolute cultists in the city. Gale sits away from the entrance in the other end of a room in a comfortable chair overlooking the whole space. Behind him is an open door leading to another room which is covered by a black curtain. The innkeeper shuts the main entrance and locks it from the inside and gives a nod to Gale from across the room. Gale stands, lifts up his staff and stomps the stone floor twice with it. The room falls silent and everyone looks towards him. He raises his hand and announces, “Congratulations, Brave soldiers! By your hand the absolute’s army is almost non-existent. I see you have collected their amulets as trophies and as promised, the one with the most amulets gets to see the last cleric of Selune naked. This will bind her to you with a magical seal, making her your slave forever to obey every command.”

The crowd cheer, clap and stomp the tables with their fists in a united rhythm. “Announce your numbers and let us see who the lucky soldier is!” He sits back down on the chair gesturing with his hand to the crowd to proceed. Voices shout from the crowd individually,

“Fifteen”

“Twenty eight”

“Forty”

“Fifty” The crowd gasps in amazement.

“Sixty”

Then, a deep gravelly voice from a corner table of the room shouts, “one hundred and thirty”

The room fall silent and they frantically look for the voice. Six hooded robed figures stand up and walk towards Gale. As soon as they approach, they take off their robes in a single sweeping motion. The crowd see six gray scaled dragonborn warriors standing in a triangle formation. The leader of the pack in front is the biggest one. Standing towering at more than 6 and a half feet tall, the back of his arms, his wide upper back, legs and face is full of gray scales, his front torso is smooth. Under his scales are visibly tight and big muscles all over his body, it’s almost like he has no body fat. Him being shirtless exposes his wide muscular chest and visible tight abs, even his forearms look formidably muscular. He is wearing loose leather pants and thick leather boots, his scaly tail swinging behind him. His head identically resembles a dragon but only smaller, his eyes black with a piercing gaze and thick rope like tentacles behind his head resembling hair. His pack of five has similar appearance but none are as big and tall as him. He holds out a leather bag and throws it at Gale’s feet, a lot of absolutist amulets fall out of it. “I am Maul and I claimed one hundred and thirty” he repeats with the same deep gravelly voice.

Gale casts and spell and his eyes glow blue as he looks at the amulets on the floor. He stands up, “Unless someone has more than this, it seems like we have winner!” Loud cheers fill the room followed by clapping. There are a few among the crowd with disappointed faces. Gale stands aside and points to the curtain behind him, “She’s there, all tied up. Just remove her clothes and she’ll be bound to you. Not that there’s much to remove anyway”, he giggles. Maul nods stoically and signals his pack to wait. He has to bend down to go past the doorway as he moves the curtain aside, walking inside and closing the door behind him. The crowd go back to drinking.

As he walks in, he notices Isobel. Her hands are tied up by ropes attached to the ceiling, her legs spread apart tied at the ankles to posts in the room. She is almost naked, with only a white loosely hanging low cut rag covers her breasts, exposing a deep cleavage, and a short white cloth around her waist with only a slipknot string holding it in place which only goes down to her upper thighs. Maul approaches and stands close to her, she trembles at the size of the beast towering over her, her face only reaching up to his lower chest. Her heart beat races and her breaths get deeper in anxiousness of her vulnerable situation. She jolts and shudders when he runs the tip of his fingers from her neck down to her cleavage. She breathes fast and her words come out quivering, “Please! Please you don’t have to do this. Please No!” Maul has a big smile across his face, exposing his pointy teeth as he uses a single finger to rip off the top rag covering her. Her big, soft, tan skinned breasts jiggle as they are exposed. She breathes loud and fast as she averts her gaze from the towering beast. He slides his hands down to the knot of the string that is holding up her bottom rag and begins to pull it slowly. Isobel’s heart races and she lets out a whimper with each exhale. “Please! Please No! No, No, No.”

Maul pulls the string all the way and the rag slips off, revealing her curvy hips and a smoothly shaven pussy. She tries to close her legs but the ropes stop her. Magic surges through both of their bodies and Isobel cries out as a small diamond shape mark appears on her forehead. At the same time, the same shape appears on Maul’s right palm, confirming the permanent bond. Before Isobel could gather her calm or speak a word, Maul growls, “Submit to me.” The mark on Isobel’s forehead glows, she is jolted back from her trance and her breaths get calmer. She looks at Maul up and down, her glances falling on his big muscular shoulders, his wide chest, his visible eight pack abs going down a v-taper. Her heart races and she feels a strange warmth in her body that she cannot explain.

Maul opens his mouth and lets out a large exhale and blue smoky fumes come out of his long dragon mouth, he spreads these fumes all over her body from her feet to her face. Isobel feels warmth rising in her body and a tingling sensation in her pussy. She can feel herself getting wet, she feels it every time she ovulates but never to this degree and the arousing sensation spreads across her whole body, her nipples start to harden and perk up. It takes up her entire will power to suppress the whimpering moan that is begging to come out of her. The fumes do not disperse; instead it is absorbed into her body through her skin and in a sudden wave, the arousal in her body rises to levels she has never experienced before. Her pussy is now dripping wet and clear liquid pours out drips down her thighs as she trembles in pleasure. She looks at Maul and the sight of his scales, big arms, abs, and his height sends her mind into a sting of lustful thoughts. Her whole body trembles in lust, powerlessness and shame; it is alleviated by the fact that she feels no magic surge in her, and that she is usually resistant to fumes and magic, she cannot tell if it is the aphrodisiac fumes that are causing her these lust, or is it something she suppressed for a long time because it is not just a general heightened arousal she’s feeling but a lust towards Maul specifically, him being a big scaly beast is what is increasing her arousal more than the fume itself.

She tries her very best to not let out a soft moan as drool drips from her mouth. A sheepish smile spreads across Maul’s face as he kneels and slides out his long slender tongue and licks across the opening of her pussy, rubbing a bit of her clit as he licks up. Isobel jolts and lets out an audible whimper, arching her back. Maul places his hands on her soft thighs and slides them up slowly. Isobel arches her back again, her breathing now audibly fast. The shame and guilt is overtaken by a longing and desire she doesn’t understand. She pushes her hips forward, almost subconsciously inviting him to touch more. Maul brings his hands up to her pussy and spreads it, exposing her clit as he starts repeatedly flicking it with the tip of his long pointed tongue. Isobel is overwhelmed with desire between her legs as she squirms in her bound position, curls her toes and rolls up her eyes as she is letting out moans that are growing louder. Her squirming grows more and more aggressive as she clenches and unclenches her pussy, liquid dripping from it down her thighs even more now with each teasing flick of Maul’s tongue; she tries to thrust her hip forward to feel more of his tongue. In a sudden smooth simultaneous movement, Maul uses his thumb to rub her clit as he slides in his long tongue inside her pussy, licking her insides in a scooping motion. Isobel gasps and lets out a loud moan as she arches her back and pulls on her ropes, desperate to wrap her legs around his head, goosebumps rise over her whole body. She squirms and moans with each of his scooping licks and his continuous rubbing of her clit, her arousal builds up to the extent of filtering out every thought except Maul’s dominance over her, a dominance that is sending her close to a climax.

Maul suddenly stops and pulls out his tongue as he stands back up; Isobel lets out a quivering moan and her body jolts at this sudden denial of sensation and interrupted build up. She moans looking up at him with longing eyes. With only a single strong arm, Maul tears apart the ropes she was tied to and drags her by her hand to a big table on the centre of the room. He pushed her towards the table, making her fall back first on the top of the table. He then drops his pants, revealing a 7 inch long, girthy gray and smooth skinned cock, twitching up and down. Isobel can think of nothing else, forgetting she has never taken a cock before; she is too wet, loose and aroused to care and subconsciously opens her legs, inviting him. Maul walks up close and starts rubbing the tip of his cock on the opening of her pussy. She pushes her hips up, desperate to feel it inside her. Enticed by the curvy soft skinned Isobel’s lust, Maul slides his cock inside her with minimal friction and starts pounding her pussy in a fast and aggressive pace. Isobel pants and moans with each thrust as she wraps her legs around Maul’s hips, pulling him close, clenching her pussy each time he pushes it in.

Isobel’s mind is warped with the growing arousal almost reaching its peak. Then, in the flash of a moment, after her arousal reaches its highest, she gasps, closes her eyes as she feels a sensations shoot up across her body, her body is overwhelmed with twitches and convulsions, she clenches her pussy tight around the cock pounding her, breathes in and lets out a loud moan as a wave of pleasure makes her whole body squirm and twitch. Her body is now in tremors, twitching. Her first orgasm ever.

Maul thrusts aggressively three last times as he growls and releases his seed inside her shooting once, twice and four more times, pulling out after the last one. Isobel realises she has broken all her vows, forgotten all her tenets and is now bound to serve Maul, but her desire is the only thing she can focus on, the desire to be dominated, used and played with by this strong, stoic dragon who now owns her. They look at each other, both breathing in and out loudly. Isobel sits up, her legs hanging from the edge of the table and places her hands on Maul’s big chest. Maul leans forward, grabs her neck and sticks his long tongue inside her mouth and pushes it down her throat. Isobel gags and coughs but eventually submits. The powerlessness and vulnerability is making her feel even more addicted to him.

Isobel has no thoughts about her past or future but only him. Maul wonders if the sealing magic was even needed, but revels internally at the fact that he now owns her for life. Maul puts his arms under her knees and her back and picks her up like a bride, Isobel rests her head on his shoulder. Any sense of security, satisfaction or calm is instantly thrown out of her mind as Maul begins to carry her naked body towards the door of the room. “Wait, wait no! Please! Not like this.” She pleads as Maul kicks the door open and the entire room of the inn fall silent and stares at them. Maul whispers a command to her, “Don’t resist”, Isobel is bound by magic to obey. He sets her down facing the crowd in the inn; he then grabs her waist and lifts her up in the air, her curvy hourglass figure, her soft big supple breasts and her smooth pussy exposed for everyone to see. The soldiers cheer at the sight. Isobel squirms in his grip mid air and tries to push his hands away but fails. Voices from the crowd yell,

“Finally we can see the bitch without her slutty outfits and don’t have to listen to her shit about chastity”

“Looks like you pounded her good, her legs are still shaking”

“How did dragon scales feel my pious lady?”

“Hope he shoves it inside your mouth, maybe he already did. There’s still drool dripping down your neck.”

“Too bad the wizard already left, he’d have loved to see this.”

He sets her back down on her feet and signals to the five members of his pack, they approach and form a straight line formation, one of them holding a leather whip. “We must mark you as clan property, do not move and take it willingly” Maul growls into Isobel’s ear and the mark on her forehead glows, forcing her to obey. Maul then grabs her shoulders and turns her around, exposing her soft round ass cheeks to everyone.

The first member of the pack approaches, Isobel trembles anxiously not knowing what is about to happen. There is whoosing sound as the first pack member in line launches his whip at Isobel’s exposed ass; it slaps her ass, making it jiggle and leaves a red mark crossing both her cheeks. Isobel cries out in pain, unable to resist, move away and arching her back to stick her ass up being the only movement she can do. There is another slap with the hip, another cry, another jiggle. He does this three more times and stops, leaving five horizontal stripes across her cheeks. Isobel is left trembling and shaking and with tears streaming down her face. The crowd cheer in a lustful frenzy, some reach down their pants and start stroking themselves. The remaining four walk up close to her and each of them gives her a lick on different parts of their body: Her nipples, inside of her thighs, her belly and then her sore red ass cheeks. She clenches up in response to each of the licks.   

Maul approaches her and hands her a pair of leather shorts, signalling her to put them on, she obeys. The shorts are tight and form fitting on her big soft ass. Maul sits on a chair and pulls her to his lap. Isobel winces and struggles to sit comfortably, her ass stinging from the whipping. He the reaches around and starts fondling her breasts from behind, he moves his mouth close to her ear and speaks in his deep voice, “We dragonkin do not hide our skin, you are now the property of my clan, you are not permitted to cover up beyond this. You are mine now, mine to use as I will. I have so many things planned for you.”

Isobel shudders and leans back into his chest, holding back a whimper as she feels herself getting wet again.

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Early in the morning, light rays shine down the windows of a private room in the Elfsong tavern. On a big comfortable bed, Faye is lying down naked face up, Shadowheart on her left side teasing Faye's erect twitching cock with her fingertips, Karlach on her right side cupping her balls and massaging them.

Shadowheart moves her lips closer to her ears and says, "Go ahead, and release it all. It's been weeks. You know you want to."
Karlach says in a commanding tone, "Don't you dare soldier, if you do, I'm gonna make these hurt."

Faye is almost at the peak of her build up from the touches on her throbbing and twitching cock, "Please, please I can't hold back."
Shadowheart giggles as she grabs the Faye's shaft and starts stroking fast. Faye curls up her toes, arches her back as she breathes in and out rapidly, fighting the desire to explode. Karlach tightens her grip a bit on Faye's balls.
Both Karlach and Shadowheart simultaneously start licking each of Faye's erect nipples on her small firm breasts.
Faye is overwhelmed with arousal and she clenches up, feels goosebumps across her whole body as her cock twitches up and shoots out a string of white liquid, droplets of it falling on her torso and face, she squirts again three more times, moaning with each squirt. Each of her squirts sends a wave of pleasure through her body and is mixed with the anxiety of Karlach's big and strong hand gripping her balls, surprised and relieved that she didn't make them hurt as Faye emptied herself.

Just when Faye was about to take a relaxed breath, Karlach grips her balls hard and starts shaking them left and right. Faye yelps and moans as she squirms around trying to get away from her grip, trying to push Karlach's strong hands away but failing. Her moans start to sound like cries as Karlach laughs and Shadowheart giggles.
Karlach continues to shake Faye's balls making her whole body shake with the recent relief and the sudden wave of pain and discomfort.
Karlach stops and pulls her hand away as she gets up from the bed, Shadowheart gets up slowly. They both walk out of the room leaving Faye a shaking, twitching mess, the relief of her built up orgasm is both interrupted by and mixed with the sudden burst of pain. She lies there trembling, her cock slowly getting soft as she takes deep long breaths to cope with the aftermath of it all.

It is now midday, just outside the city main gates; Gale and Karlach walk towards an isolated sandy area full of tents. Karlach poses an aloof question to Gale, "So how many more allies can we get?” Gale replies, “There’s the tieflings which we’re here to meet and we’re meeting the Gith rebels later.”

They approach the sandy field of tents and see a crowd of ten naked tiefling men gathered in a circle. Some of them greet Gale and Karlach as they move closer to find out what they’re circled around. Both of them see Rolan standing in the middle, holding a leather leash with runes in it, the other end of the leash is a collar tied around the neck of a ginger haired elven woman, they recognise Kagha and grin as they see the state she is in.

Her ginger hair is tied in pigtails; her arms are by her side, her soft big breasts exposed, and her slender elven belly going in and out as she breathes rapidly, a clear liquid is dripping out of her ass into her thighs. What amuses Gale is her slender erect six inch cock, twitching up and down; he notices a ring around the base of her cock. Her legs are trembling, struggling to hold her up and she is looking down nervously.

Rolan says in a snide tone, “Like the ring? It’s a gift from Loroakkan. It keeps her on the edge of a climax constantly. Not letting her go soft or allowing her a release. She’s been like this since a month ago when you defeated her and handed her over to us.”

“Hah! Nice! Give us a show and we’ll make sure you get the best equipment in the coming battle!” Karlach says laughing.

The tieflings cheer as five of them push Kagha to the ground, making her fall face first in the sand that is hot from the sunlight. She lets out a cry of discomfort and pain. One of them grabs Kagha by her wrists and drags her across the sand in different random directions, she squirms and cries out as her breasts, belly, hard cock and legs drag across the hot sand. She arches her back and lifts her ass up to create a gap between her dragging cock and the hot sand but it is erect and too long for the gap, she only manages to partially lift it up, the tip of her cock still dragging in the sand and leaving a trail behind her as she is dragged. Her discomfort is only partially there as her mind is overwhelmed with the orgasm kept on edge by the ring. The tiefling stops dragging and lets her hands fall back on the ground.

She feels the hotness of the sand on the tip of her cock, she can only think of the fact that the sand is touching it. She lifts her ass up and pushes the tip of her cock into the sand and then thrusts it in, burrowing into the ground. She begins thrusting the ground in a desperate attempt to feel anything. The ring still keeps her on the edge. The tieflings laugh at this strange act of shameful desperation as they approach her body. Karlach and Gale watch all this with amusement across their faces.

Two of the tieflings grab her and turn her around, interrupting her sand thrusting as they pin her legs and arms to the ground. Rolan kneels down by her side and makes a sign with his fingers. Kagha can feel that the ring on her cock has turned off, she can explode now but she still needs just a little more simulating. Her heart races and her breaths are fast and loud, she is almost scared to think how a release would feel like after a month of constant edging and denial.

Rolan pulls out a feather from his pocket, looks down at her and says, “If you can climax before I get bored, I’ll not stop it. But do remember, I get bored very fast” He then proceeds to run the tip of the feather from the base of her cock to the tip, he stops there and starts flicking the tip of her cock with the tip of the feather. Kagha lets out noises of screams, grunts and moans as she arches her back and squirms, she tries desperately to push her throbbing, erect, twitching cock more into the feather, seeking just a bit more friction, just a tiny bit more contact but fails. The tease of the feather is agonising, she is desperate to ejaculate, unblocked by the ring but the sensation of the feather is just not enough. “Please! Please just a bit more! Please!” She moans with drool dripping out of her mouth and into the sand. She tries to close her eyes, breathes in and out fast as she tries to focus on the flicking of the feather, hoping to mentally push her pleasure just enough to ejaculate. She fails, Rolan is flicking it in a maddeningly random motion, and there is no pattern to get used to. Kagha screams out in frustration. One of the tieflings kneels by her side and suddenly grabs her cock and starts stroking it, Kagha lets out a moan as a wave of tingling pleasure travels through her entire crotch, and she eagerly thrusts up into his grip. She moans, “Yes! Yes please! Yes!” Just as she’s about to explode Rolan makes a sign with his hands and turns on her cock ring again, it stops her orgasm right at the edge, interrupting her build up but not decreasing it, holding the sensation there. Kagha screams and cries out, squirming and tears falling down her eyes, “No! No! Please! Please! I’ll do anything. Please!”

The tieflings that were pinning her down grab her by all fours and make her stand but bend her forward, her face looking at the ground and her breasts dangling down, they proceed to spread her legs a little bit and place her hands on her knees to support.  

“Don’t move” Rolan casts the command spell. Kagha’s back and hips don’t struggle to hold this compromising position, her elven grace and flexibility aiding her. Rolan places his palms on her tight butt cheeks and whispers a spell, his palms glow. Kagha gasps and pants at a sudden strange sensation that she has never felt before. Clear white liquid drips a little bit from her butthole, “It…It feels-,” she struggles to find any words from her quivering lips. “Feels great doesn’t it?” Rolan remarks, “You know what I just did? I made sure that hole of yours is always lubricated, permanently for as long as you remain my slave. But that’s not the best part! I have also made sure the insides of your hole are a lot more sensitive to pleasure. It’ll be like having an entire hole as a sensitive spot.”

Kagha struggles again to form words as her heart races and her breaths get more anxious. Before she could even get used to the sensation, Rolan pulls out a smooth, slender, stone carved, six inch tall idol of Silvannus and shoves it head first into Kagha’s exposed hole with minimal friction. Kagha feels an overwhelming sensation inside her ass that travels through her body into her cock and nipples. She moans loudly, trembling with pleasure as she sticks her ass up subconsciously, inviting more of this sensation. Rolan chuckles as he starts pounding her hole with the idol, “Of all things to be pleasured by, didn’t think it would be the idol of your beloved deity.” Kagha gasps but ignores her guilt, overwhelmed by pleasure as she arches her back and lifts her ass up even further in all her elven flexibility, her breasts swing back and forth with each thrust, her cock twitching up with each insert. Rolan switches off the ring on her cock and Kagha, realising this opportunity, thrusts her hips back to feel more of the idol pounding her. Rolan increases the pace of his thrusts rapidly and aggressively. Kagha is almost at the edge, she has a moment of doubt whether she’ll be denied again but the pounding overtakes her mind. She lets out a loud grunt and moans as her cock twitches up and shoots out her seed in a continuous stream of white liquid, it doesn’t stop or break and keeps flowing out, her moan continuous with the stream as her legs tremble violently and she falls on her knees, the idol still halfway inside her hole, the unbroken string of semen still flowing out of her, pleasure overwhelms her as she falls to the ground on her back, arching her back. The last of her seed shoots out and the stream of her seed ends. With convulsions and twitches across her whole body, she lays there on the sand, moaning with every exhale, drool dripping from her mouth into the sand and down her neck. Droplets of white semen are seen all around her in the sand. She lets out another squirt as Rolan pulls out the idol from her hole. “Forgive me lord Silvannus, Forgive me!” She sobs. “I am your lord now.” Rolan commands as he signals to the gathering of the rest of the naked tieflings.

All of them circle around her as four of them grab each of Kagha’s limbs and carry her inside a tent and throw her in a bed. They then proceed to circle around her and stroke their cocks as one of them closes the curtains of the tent. Her yelping voice still audible outside of the tent, “No! No! No it’s still sore! No Please!” Her voice is then muffled out by something over her mouth.

Rolan turns to Karlach and Gale, “Hope that was a good enough show!”  

Karlach laughs, “That was fucking amazing man! Top shelf stuff”.

Gale chuckles, “Top points for creativity. Well, on to business! We’ve set up Dammon with a forge inside the city, talk to him and he’ll give you anything you need for the fight ahead.”

Rolan nods as he walks away towards the tents.

“Well, where do we meet the Gith then?” Karlach asks.

“A neutral zone in the outskirts of the city. They’ll most likely ask for an unarmed duel, test your strength”

“That’s no problem; I’ve fought worse in Avernus. But why?”

“Fighting to them is like fucking, in fact, all their fucking starts like wrestling. Make the fighter submit to you, then make them squirm in pleasure, they’ll see us as equals then.”

“Alright! Let’s do this!” Karlach says as she stretches her right arm, preparing for the duel ahead.

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Gale and Karlach approach a ship near the coastline, a bit farther away from the main city. From the structure and the flags, they can tell it belongs to the Gith naval force; an envoy ship for diplomacy which means there is a main fleet somewhere a day’s distance away. The plan is to negotiate an alliance with their rebel queen, Lae’zel in the fight against the absolute. They have been responsible for breaking the alliance between the absolute and the mind flayers by driving off the main mind flayer ship fleet. They would make for powerful allies.

As both of them approach the plank to get on the small ship, a Gith soldier steps in front, “Follow, our queen will speak to you.” He says in a stoic tone. Gale and Karlach follow the soldier to the top of the ship’s deck. They see Gith archers posted on the deck, crossbows loaded, pointed downwards; they all look at both of them in curiosity. The Gith soldier leads them to the centre of the deck and says, “Halt here” and joins the other soldiers circled around the centre of the deck. Karlach and Gale stand in the centre, waiting cautiously.

“They don’t look too tough, just green skinny aliens.” Karlach says murmuring under her breath to Gale.

“It’s their ships and numbers we need. If you impress them, they’ll provide those for free.” Gale whispers.

A trapdoor leading to below deck flings open and a young Gith woman steps out. She has her hair swept back, sides in braids; she is slender, shorter than both Gale and Karlach but her cropped sleeveless top reveals the tight muscle tone of her arms and her abs. She is also wearing shorts and no footwear. She steps forward facing Karlach and Gale and speaks in a proud tone, “I am Lae’zel, queen of the resistance. This rebellion will stand with you istik, but only if you prove yourself worthy in our rite of passage. It’s something every Gith warrior goes through. We’ll use this custom to test your mettle.”

Karlach crosses her arms and replies, “I accept, we do this, you fight with us. So what do I have to do?”

The Gith stomps her foot in the deck and all her soldiers stand in attention, “Unarmed combat, until one of us surrenders or is unable to move. No time limitations, no weapons. Take as long as you need to prepare.” She then moves to one of her soldiers as he helps her take off her top, exposing her slender but toned upper back muscles.

Karlach turns to Gale, “Alright, you know these people, any tips for me?”

Gale smiles at the opportunity to be a teacher, “They usually rush to end the fight before they start sweating. You know why? Because they’re vulnerable when they sweat. They were formerly sex slaves of the mind flayers, when they sweat; their libido shoots up to unnatural levels, they get instantly aroused. You can use that against her. Bonus points if you make her climax mid battle, they consider lusting after their opponent to be a defeat.”

“Sounds easy” Karlach says as she rips off her top, making her firm red breasts pop out. Gale whistles in amusement.

Karlach and Lae’zel turn to face each other and approach the centre of the ship deck. In an instant, as if they could speak without speaking, they both raise their hands up in a combat stance. Lae’zel forming tight fists with her hands but Karlach, keeping her palms open and wide, slanted downwards in front of her, a stance unfamiliar to Lae’zel. They both circle around the deck; trying to look for an opening but as Gale predicted, the Gith queen’s impatience is clear to see in her body language.

Lae’zel throws a right punch straight to Karlach’s face; Karlach parries it away with her open palm and shoves her away with a shoulder push. The Gith stumbles backwards from the blow of the strong Tiefling. Lae’zel retaliates by launching a low kick with her left foot but Karlach uses the side of her shin to block the kick. The Giths’ fast paced counterattack combat style is ineffective against a defensive, high stamina opponent like Karlach, who is used to long drawn out battles against strong demons. Lae’zel tries her best to poke past Karlach’s defence, using jabs and fast low kicks; which are all easily blocked and parried away. She then tries aggressive wide swings in response to which Karlach just dodges, bobs and weaves away circling around her opponent.

This same pattern of combat carries on for a while; Karlach remains unwavering by the constant aggressive blows from her opponent. Meanwhile it’s clear to see that Lae’zel is growing frustrated, spending much of her stamina reserves already. She is dropping her guard, panting heavily as sweat appears all over her body; it causes her to lose focus. Karlach notices this and smiles at her. Lae’zel, irritated by this, attempts a wide high kick with her right leg. Karlach grabs her ankle, holding Lae’zel’s leg in midair as she struggles to stand. Karlach, in a smooth motion, uses her fingertips to slide them softly across the inside of Lae’zel’s thigh. She grunts and pulls her leg back as Karlach lets it go. As Lae’zel moves back to set up another kick, she hesitates and throws it late. Karlach grabs it again, this time by the thigh and not the ankle, placing her closer to Lae’zel. Karlach leans her face forward and licks Lae’zel’s neck and cups her crotch, feeling a growing bulge inside her shorts. Lae’zel grunts and pulls herself away, freeing herself from the grab. It is clear to see Lae’zel is slightly trembling, aroused from her sweat.

Karlach sees an opportunity; she sidesteps around and goes behind Lae’zel who is not quick to react. Karlach reaches around and grabs her wrists and holds them behind her back, gripping them tight and holding the Gith very close to her own body as she licks Lae’zel’s upper back. Lae’zel subconsciously lets out a whimper but refocuses and tries to free her hands. She fails against Karlach’s strong arms and grip.

“Tch! What strange strategy is this istik?” She growls, “Fight me face to f—“ her speech is suddenly interrupted as a gasp and a soft moan escapes her mouth, she feels a sensation creeping up her right thigh; it’s Karlach’s tail slowly moving her leg. Lae’zel breathes in and out fast, trying to suppress her arousal but her Gith anatomy which is aroused by sweat and Karlach’s breasts rubbing up against her back only lets her exhale a whimper.

Karlach uses the strength of her tail to push Lae’zel’s shorts down to her ankles, limiting her leg movement as she wraps her tail around Lae’zel’s slender, thin but girthy 5 inch erect green skinned cock. Her soldiers watch in amusement, seeing their queen exposed like this for the first time. Lae’zel’s cock twitches in Karlach’s tail grip.

“Try me! Istik! I’ll not budge so eas-“. She is interrupted again as Karlach starts stroking her cock with her tail. Lae’zel gasps out, her legs starting to tremble. Karlach speeds up her stroking as notices Lae’zel occasionally arching her back and jolting in pleasure. Karlach tightens her tail grip on the Gith’s cock and starts stroking even faster, Lae’zel grits her teeth as she breathes in and out rapidly trying to suppress her obvious arousal, she lets out a soft moan.

Karlach continues her stroking, gradually picking up the speed as she licks and kisses the back of the Gith’s neck. Lae’zel’s breathing turn into soft moans and whimpers as she squirms and clenches, closing her eyes as she approaches the peak of her build up. She moans, almost at the point of her explosion but Karlach stops suddenly, Lae’zel whimpers in desperation, “I don’t have time for mind games! Finish it or you face my-“

Her angry plea is interrupted as Karlach softens her tail grip and slowly begins to unwrap it. Lae’zel squirms anxiously, not wanting to be denied of left unfinished. “Wait! Wait!” She says with a quivering voice. Karlach grips it again but doesn’t stroke, “Submit and I’ll let you.”

Lae’zel doesn’t answer, hesitating between her pride and her relief right on the edge. Karlach suddenly grips her cock tight, adding one more wrap of her tail around it. Lae’zel‘s body jolts in anticipation, making her cock twitch in the tail grip. She says in a whimper, “I…I submit! Now please” as swear drips on her entire body, driving her into a frenzy of lust and frustration of surrendering her pleasure to someone overpowering her.

Karlach smiles and strokes the green cock in a rapid, aggressive pace. Lae’zel’s moans are heard throughout the whole coast dock as she closes her eyes, throws her head up, brings her thighs together thrusting her cock into the grip around it. A convulsing tremor spreads through her whole body as her cock twitches up and shoots out a long string of her semen, making a white line on the ship deck, and the does it again three more times. Karlach unhands her and the Gith falls on her knees, slouched down. She can barely form words, the Gith soldiers cheer at Karlach’s strength and victory.

Lae’zel looks up as Karlach leans down close to her face and gives her a lick on her green lips. “We’ll expect you tomorrow at the battlefield.” Lae’zel nods as she falls back on the deck floor.

As Gale and Karlach walk away from the ship, they see the Gith soldiers surround Lae’zel as she is lying on the deck floor, that’s the last they see before turning and walking away.

“Well done!” Gale says, “That’s about all the allies we need.”

“I’ve sent word to everyone else, to rest well tonight. Tomorrow we face the absolute’s last remaining outpost.” Karlach says confidently, massaging her tail tip with her hands.

“We’ve got the tieflings, the Fist and the Harpers, Loroakkan and now the Gith. The dead three have lost the alliance with the mind flayers. Shadowheart confirmed for us that the remaining chosen don’t hold any power anymore, Shar confirmed it for her. We meet the last two generals; Minthara and Zrell in battle tomorrow.” Gale makes a vocal analysis of their situation.

“Alright! I need to be by Faye’s side tonight. Find yourself some relief.” Karlach says as she starts walking towards the Elfsong Tavern, while Gale heads out in a different path.

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Evening sets in as the sun goes down the horizon. Workers, shopkeepers and tradesmen close their businesses for the day as they go back to their homes; some prefer spending some time at the inns and brothels. The streets are mostly empty with the occasional three men team of guards patrolling and guarding the walls. Everyone anxious about the battle they have to fight in the next morning.

In a private room of the Elfsong tavern, the door locked and the curtains drawn and on top of a wide comfortable bed, Faye is laying naked, gripping the sheets, arching her back and moaning as both Karlach and Shadowheart run their tongues up and down Faye’s hard cock. The pace and rhythm of their licks are slow and teasing, Faye occasionally twitches in anticipation, unable to thrust up as Karlach is sitting on top of her lower legs, and Shadowheart on her side holding her waist down with her hand, both leaned down teasing her since before sunset.

They both stop the teasing at the same time, looking at Faye as she whimpers at the denial and looks at them in desperation and longing. Karlach lays down on her right and Shadowheart on her left as they both pin Faye’s hands below their torsos and slide their fingertips softly and teasingly all over Faye’s small but firm breasts. Faye trembles, whimpers and squirms at the constant teasing sensations occasionally jolting when the fingertips run across her nipples. Faye’s breaths are rapid in the attempt to cope with the teasing. Then, in a smooth coordinated motion, both Karlach and Shadowheart slide their hands down and tease Faye’s hard cock with their fingers as Karlach softly touches underneath the tip and Shadowheart running one finger up and down her whole shaft. Faye breathes in a rapid pace, moaning and whimpering softly. Both of them start kissing Faye’s neck and chest as they keep on teasing her cock. Her moans get louder in desperation and ecstasy.

“Don’t worry, we need you relaxed for tomorrow, we will milk you dry soon, and then we’ll see.” Shadowheart breathes the words into Faye’s ear.

They keep teasing Faye late into the night, her face is red and she is trembling on the edge, whimpering constantly at the teasing touches, squirming and arching her back.

Karlach smiles and grips Faye’s cock and starts stroking it fast, Shadowheart massages her balls as she licks her nipple. Faye squirms in pleasure, arching her back and thrusting into Karlach’s grip as she moans and grunts in a soft quivering voice. In about ten or so strokes from Karlach’s grip, Faye clenches as her cock shoots out a string of her seed three times, all of it falling mostly on Faye’s torso and her two mistresses’ hands. Karlach keeps her grip on the cock as Shadowheart lets go and rolls over to her side of the bed, relaxed. Faye is breathing heavily, recovering from her long tease session and an intense explosive climax.

Karlach slowly slides her hand down to Faye’s balls, cupping them. Faye gasps anxiously remembering the last time her balls were gripped by Karlach. Karlach smiles and says, “I’m tempted soldier, but I won’t tonight. You’re so cute when you squirm and moan. I love it.” Karlach then unhands her balls as she rests her head on Faye’s chest, laying her arm on it as well. Faye’s breaths now get calmer and relaxed. All three of them close their eyes to sleep.

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On the coast of the river near the city, there are 5 wooden shacks made by Maul’s dragonborn clan, one for each of them. Maul occupying the most spacious one, inside of which there is a small bed, a fireplace and a stone floor. Maul sits on the bed; naked as he is looking at Isobel knelt down in front of him, her body also bared. He pushes Isobel down to the stone floor, pinning her hands above her head. Isobel’s heart races, her mind still lusting over the beast’s scales and muscles. He slips out his long slender tongue and slides it inside her mouth and then down deep into her throat. Isobel makes a gagging noise as she coughs, struggling to turn her head away but it’s futile, and his tongue is too deep in. He pulls out his tongue from her, she coughs, her eyes are teary and she breathes in and out loudly.

He releases her hands as she slides down, licking her body as he goes, his aphrodisiac saliva seeps into Isobel’s skin. A sudden heat of arousal sends waves of lustful sensations across her body, her desire making her excessively wet as her pussy drips. Maul notices this as he spreads her legs wide, and slides his long tongue deep inside her pussy; Isobel lets out a whimper as she arches her back. His aphrodisiac saliva from his tongue is merging with the insides of her pussy, she clenches and moans in pleasure as she wraps her legs around his head and grips her own hair in ecstasy. Maul continues licking her insides in different movement patterns, Isobel’s breaths are fast and loud, and her legs are almost numb, she arches her back repeatedly, clenching, whimpering. She begins thrusting her hips up as her breaths get short and fast; she feels her arousal reaching its peak as she clenches, preparing for it.

Maul suddenly stops and pulls out his tongue, using his strong arms to get out of Isobel’s leg lock. Isobel lets out a whining moan as she is denied at her peak, drool dripping down her mouth into the floor. “P...Please! Please I’m so close!” Isobel’s voice quivers.

Maul grabs her wrists and pins them above her head and places his hips in between her spread out legs. Isobel thrusts her hips up, moving her pussy closer to his hard cock. Maul slowly inserts the tip inside her, not going further in and he stays there, rubbing the entrance. Isobel’s lips quiver as she shakes in the teasing anticipation, trying to thrust her hips up but her legs are too numb. “Please master. Please fuck me! Fuck me hard. I want it.” Isobel cries out.

Maul grins wide as he slides his cock inside her very slowly, taking his sweet agonizing time to slide in completely, he doesn’t thrust but stays inside. Isobel clenches, her pussy gripping onto his cock, she tries to move her hips but fails. “Oh please! I’ll do anything please!” she cries out, breathing heavily.

Isobel’s submissive longing sends Maul into a dominant frenzy as she starts thrusting inside her fast, hard and aggressively, sounds of pounding filling the room. Isobel moans and cries out in overwhelming pleasure as her legs start to tremble. Maul continues pounding her, his drool falling into Isobel’s face, seeping into her skin. Isobel arches her back cries out a moan as she finally reaches climax, clenching her pussy to grip him tight as a wave of convulsions spread from her legs to her torso. Maul’s pounding get more aggressive, he grunts loudly as he shoots his seed inside her wet pussy, clenching himself as he shoots again five more times, pulling his cock out at the last one as white liquid drips out of Isobel’s sore pussy.

Maul rolls over to her side as he lays there on the floor. Isobel turns over as she rests her head on Maul’s chest, both of them breathing heavily. Maul is relaxed, Isobel occasionally twitching, recovering from her orgasm. Maul pulls Isobel on top of him, letting her lay face down on his wide body as he wraps his arm around her, with one hand on her lower back, the other placed on her soft round ass cheeks as he fondles with them.

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Outskirts of the city, very close to the front gates, in the Tiefling camp is a gathering of drunken men. They gather around a fire, drinking all they can before they face battle tomorrow. Gale is sitting among them, drinking as well but not heavily.

Rolan looks at him and says, “Well, the druid is yours tonight. I’ve placed multiple enchantments on her. Her hole permanently lubricates and is ten times more sensitive to pleasure, and she cannot climax without your approval.”

Gale smirks as he slaps his thigh and stands up. He walks towards the tent that Kagha is in; he pulls the curtain away and steps in. He sees Kagha lying on the bed face up, on her back and naked. Her asshole is leaking clear liquid onto the sheets, her nipples perked up and her cock hard and twitching.

Gale slides his robes off, revealing his chiseled body and his 8 inch hard cock. He smiles as he crawls on top of the bed and getting on top of her, pressing his weight down on her. Kagha averts her eyes and looks away in embarrassment of her aroused situation. Gale uses his hand on her chin to move her face towards him and kisses her passionately. Kagha is taken aback at this tenderness and gives in to the passion, as she was already so aroused.

Gale continues kissing her as he slides his right hand down to her right breast as he begins to press, fondle and play with it, flicking her nipple a few times. Kagha slightly squirms as her nipples are already hard and sensitive, letting out soft short moans through the kiss; she places her hands on Gale’s broad shoulders. This display of tenderness makes her submit to him very easily.

Gale pulls away and rolls to her side and then with a bit of aggression, turns her to face away from him. He moves close, spooning Kagha as he reaches around to her breast and fondles with it, with his other hand he carefully places the tip of his cock on the entrance of her asshole. Without any care or tenderness, he forces the entirety of his cock inside her; it slides in without much friction as Kagha was already leaking wet.  Kagha lets out a sensual moan, pleasured by her magically modified sensitive insides and also by the sudden display of aggression and withdrawal of tenderness from Gale.
Gale begins thrusting inside her with a fast, hard pace, Kagha begins to moan and squirm in pleasure as she arches her back and pushed her hips back to match his rhythm. She is already on the edge of an orgasm but cannot climax without Gale’s permission. “Oh gods…please! Please! Let me come please!” She whimpers through her moans and heavy breaths as her cock twitches and throbs for a release.

Gale, however, completely ignores her as he keeps on thrusting, grunting with pleasure of her slippery and tight hole. Kagha closes her eyes as she moans with each thrust, clenching her hole to feel as much as she can of Gale’s cock, coping with the constant edging as she hopes and longs for Gale to let her climax once he is done. This goes on for about 20 minutes after which Gale lets out a loud grunt and three final hard thrust as she shoots his load inside Kagha’s hole, ejaculating ropes of cum five full times. He lets out another grunt as he pulls out and lies on his back on the bed, breathing heavily.

Kagha turns around to him, placing her hand on his chest, her expression is clear, she wants to orgasm and she needs Gale to give her permission. Gale gets up from the bed and puts his robes and pants back on, Kagha, still on the bed, looks at him, and her heart pounding anxiously thinking it would be another denial. Gale turns around and snaps his fingers to cast a spell. Kagha is pulled by magical restraints, holding her wrists up above her head and spreading her legs in a full split. She winces in pain at the sudden stretch of her legs. Her erect cock is twitching; vulnerable and exposed.

Gale mutters a single word, “cum”. Kagha arches her back, takes a long breath in and grunts loudly as a thick continuous streaming rope of cum shoots out of her cock, splashing on the tent roof, it is uninterrupted as it keeps flowing out without a break. Kagha’s grunts turn into moans and then desperate whimpers as she squirms around, her body jolting and spasms as the stream of cum doesn’t seem to stop. It keeps flowing out in full force for about 30 seconds before it stops. Kagha is now sobbing, in soreness and in pleasure, her mouth drooling and her eyes teary.

Gale giggles with a smirk on his face as he turns around and leaves the tent.

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The night of debauchery passes, it is now dawn as Lorroakan looks out his window, watching the sun rays shine inside the hall of his tower. The day has finally arrived, the day the Absolute’s forces will be faced, what remains of them anyway. He prepares his battle gear, signals his servant to ready the elementals and automatons.

He walks towards the exit, past Aylin, who is still restrained inside his sigil, trembling, twitching and grunting as her hard throbbing and pulsating cock is still kept on the edge of a climax without any sensation or relief. He snaps his fingers, Aylin screams in desperation as a feather appears near the tip of her cock and starts teasing it. She tries to move away, turn around but the feather follows the tip of her cock and continues to tease her. She falls down on the floor, kicking her feet in the air and hitting the floor with her hands as tears roll down her face in utter frustration and helplessness.

Lorroakan exits the hall and the door closes behind him.

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It is about midday and the battlefield is being cleared of the fallen absolute cultists, the soldiers of the city and the fallen Harper heroes who sacrificed themselves on the line of duty in the victory against the last of the Absolute cult. The city gates open back up again, the residents and business owners finally open up their doors and windows to a new day of freedom and look forward to debauchery under Shar’s grace. Up in the sky, the last of the mindflayer ships make their retreat and the Githyanki dragons go back to their plane. As a crowd of people gather in the streets, as people look down from their windows in the upper floors, their sights are greeting by the victorious heroes who saved them.  

First in line are the main three; Karlach walking alongside Faye, in their battle tattered robes, waving to the crowd with smiles in their faces. Karlach has her arm around Faye’s waist as the smaller woman rests her head a little on the tiefling’s shoulders, relaxed after a long night of battle. Gale, Rolan and a group of tiefling men walk behind, with a figure walking in between them. Kagha is being pulled by Rolan with a leash around her neck; she is barely clothed, with rags covering her bits. Her gaze is on the ground, not wanting to get anyone’s attention as she knows Rolan will spare no thought if he felt like humiliating her in public. Her hands fidgeting around in front of her crotch, thankful that she isn’t paraded around with an erection.
Then there is a group of five Dragonborn warriors with their leader Maul walking in front of the group, displaying his muscles and bare chest proudly as he walks. Beside him is Isobel, walking very close to him as she wraps her hands around Maul’s arm. She is trying to cope with the embarrassment of being completely topless, with her large soft breasts on display. Adding to her embarrassment is that her lower bits are covered with just a small cloth wrapped around her waist, keeping the lower curves of her ass cheeks exposed. To her relief, her mind is distracted by Maul’s scales and muscles, taking it off the embarrassment of being naked in public.

Then, a little further behind is Lorroakan, sitting in a leaned back posture in a comfortably cushioned chair that is hovering forward, lifted by his magic. Dame Aylin is walking behind him, or rather struggling to walk as her posture is leaned forward, and stumbling a bit, gritting her teeth and with a strained expression. Her muscular and tall form is completely naked for all to see, her large cock is fully erect with a ring with sigils on the base of it. It is very obvious that the ring is keeping her in a constant state of heightened arousal without release, making her cock twitch visibly as she walks. It has been a month since she was last allowed any release, her pale and smooth balls and tight and full. She is trying hard to stifle her grunts of arousal and frustration and the magical collar around her neck prevents her from engaging in any self pleasure. Her blond hair is loose and in a complete mess, falling all over her face but yet not long enough to cover her visibly erect nipples.    

The last in the parade are Shadowheart and Viconia, they each hold a leash connected to the necks of two of the captured generals of the Absolute cult. Shadowheart holds the leash connected to Minthara, the drow paladin, wearing dented and damaged drow plate armour, her face is one of rage, bruised a little from defeated in combat. Vicnonia holds the leash on Zrell, the tall and green half orc, walking with a stoic face and with a straightened military posture as she is pulled.

The crowd cheer, clap and whistle as the parade passes, reciprocated by waves and smiles from the party of heroes. After the pass, the people go back to their businesses, some stay to celebrate and frolic at the fall of the Absolute, some delight in the final two Selunites being reduced to slaves.


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The sun goes past the noon mark, the early afternoon sets in and a lot of the people sit down to have a relaxing lunch after a long morning of celebration.  As evening sets in, most of the people take their time to rest. Faye is sleeping in the Elfsong Tavern and Gale is out on his private time. Inside Lorroakan’s tower, the wizard himself, Karlach and Shadowheart sit around a small table to share a drink together.

“So, the final step of the ritual is ready?” Shadowheart asks the wizard.

Lorroakan looks up from his cup and says, “Yes, all set up. The divine bitch has been on the edge for a month. It should be enough to rid of her divinity completely. The heightened pleasure from the release should amplify the sigil’s magic and transfer the immortality to me. She’ll still be immortal, but the last of her divinity will be gone and she will remain as nothing but a whimpering slave.”

“Leave it to me. I’ve done this to Faye multiple times. Considering how long this one has been in denial, it should be easy. It’ll be quite the sight.” Karlach says, standing up from her chair and stretching her back. Shadowheart and Karlach nod at each other as they strip down naked.

As the trio approach the inner rooms of the tower, they can hear a voice groaning, grunting, moaning and whimpering in a mix of pleasure and agony. They know it’s Aylin as soon as the door is opened and she is visible to them. The demigod is inside the sigil on the floor. She is hovering in midair, her hands tied up by spectral binds above her head, her legs spread apart in a full split as she is raised in the air. Her cock, erect as usual, twitching aggressively as the tip of it is being teased by a magically conjured feather. Her face a mix of distress and frowns, her hair, tied up neatly in a bun. The ring on the base of her cock is glowing to keep her explosion on the edge.

Karlach, with a grin on her face, steps behind the bound demigod and places her hands on the pale muscular waist as she presses up her red breasts onto Aylin’s back. The hands on the waist slide up and start to softly fondle the divine exposed breasts, it makes Aylin let out an audible whimper in between her grunts and moans. Shadowheart steps to the bound demigod’s side, putting one hand on her raised thigh to softly rub it up and down, inducing more teasing sensations onto the desperate body. Her other hand reaches down, cupping the demigod’s pale, full and tight balls to softly fondle and massage them. Before Aylin can react, Karlach raises up her tail and wraps it around Aylin’s throbbing and twitching cock, the tip of her tail softly rubbing the head of it while the tail grip slowly strokes it up and down. At this point, the demigod is a mumbling mess, drool dripping down the sides of her mouth in nothing but endless arousal, lust and desperation. Atleast the teasing feather has disappeared. But the new sensations after so long makes Aylin desperately try to buck her hips, imitating a thrust. Lorroakan casts a spell and the ring on the base of Aylin’s cock disappears, which means she is allowed to climax now, she only needs a little push. Her eyes suddenly light up, making her squirm in Karlach’s and the spectral binds’ hold. Her breaths get faster as she manages to fumble out some words in a shaky, hoarse voice, “Please…Please! I can’t take it anymore! I’ll do anything, please!” Her tone is one of genuine begging and her expression is one of desperate longing.

Karlach and Shadowheart exchange a look and smile at each other. As Shadowheart massages and fondles the tight balls, Karlach begins to tighten and loosen her tail grip on the cock, giving it a squeezing massage while her hands rub the nipples. Aylin begins to squirms aggressively as she breaths in and out audibly, letting out moans and grunts in between her gasping.
“Stroke it, please stroke it!” The demigod begs as she desperately tries to thrust her hips with the limited movement that she is allowed.

“Alright then, I wanna see you burst!” Karlach says as she speeds up the stroking with her tail, maintaining a steady pace and a tight grip on the cock. Aylin lets out moans of pure pleasure, squirming aggressively as she feels are climax approach. Then, suddenly, Shadowheart’s soft fondling of the tight and full balls turns into a firm squeeze.

“Nope, I wanna watch you squirm more. Cum before I allow you to, I’ll crush these.” Shadowheart says as she maintains a firm squeezing grip on the demigod’s balls.
Aylin trembles in a mixture of fear, annoyance, pleasure and impatience. Her squirming turns into a clench of all her muscles as she closes her eyes tightly to hold her orgasm back. The orgasm that she has been denied for so long, the one she has been craving for so long, so close yet under threat of complete ruin. In a desperate plea, drool dripping down her chin to her neck, she screams, “Pleeease! Please! I can’t hold back! Please let me cum! Please!”

“Go ahead! Do it!” Karlach says, speeding up the stroking as much as possible as she fondles and rubs Aylin’s breasts.
“Not yet” Shadowheart says, keeping her firm grip on the balls.

Then, suddenly and without any warning, Karlach unwraps her tail around Aylin’s cock and steps back. Shadowheart pulls her hand away and does the same. Aylin’s eyes shoot open as she looks around, being suddenly denied the orgasm, she bucks her hips wildly in the air, desperate for any sensation. Realising what has happened, tears roll down her eyes as her whimpers turn into sobs but her cock still keeps twitching up and down. Lorroakan lets out a wild, maniacal laugh, clapping his hands. He nods at the two of them in approval and gestures at them to finish the ritual. Karlach steps forward again and wraps her arms around Aylin’s chest, covering her breasts with her forearms as she brings up her tail to wrap it around the hard cock. This time, Shadowheart steps behind Aylin and beside Karlach. The cleric conjures a grease spell in her hand, making it slippery. She reaches down with her hand, sliding it in between Aylin’s ass cheeks and finding her hole to slide a finger inside it. As soon as she starts fingering her prostate, Karlach starts to aggressively stroke the hard cock as fast as possible.

Aylin moans out loud, throwing her head back and resting it on Karlach’s shoulder as her body starts to tremble and twitch aggressively. Taking in a loud gasp, the demigod’s abs clench up, she arches her back to its full extent. Her toes curl up and her fists clench up tight, so does her ass cheeks. With a loud grunt and clenched teeth, veins popping both on her cock and forehead, she lets out a long moan as her cock shoots out a fast, long and continuous stream of her cum launching it across the room and out the door. The stream doesn’t stop but it keeps on going as Aylin grunts, moans and whines, her body which was clenching now as mess of wild, uncontrollable convulsions as her voice breaks and disappears. Her eyes roll up as her body goes limp. As the last of her cum is emptied and the stream finally stops, Aylin’s body twitches one more time, much more aggressively. She finally unclenches and breathes in again, with loud gasps in and out, tears rolling down her eyes and drool dripping down her mouth. Clenching up again, she shoots out another continuous stream of her cum, shorter than the previous one but still the same force. Then another short shot. The last three shots, in full force as each of them makes the demigod let out a whimper of pleasure, making her lips shake and quiver, filling up the floor in front of her a white sticky surface as her head goes limp forward. Her tight hair bun now with small strands falling out, her eyes closed and breaths in loud gasps.

Taking in deep breaths, both Karlach and Shadowheart step outside the sigil as it glows. The last of the glowing divine energy from the demigod flows into Lorroakan’s body. It makes him glow, granting him permanent immortality. The spectral ropes on Aylin’s body disappears and she falls to the ground on her ass, and then on her back. She lays there, breathing calming down, her cock, finally slowly going soft after a month long erection. Her torso occasionally twitches as she keeps her eyes closed and catches her breath.

Stepping towards Lorroakan, both Karlach and Shadowheart, still naked bow to the now immortal wizard.
“So, what now? Any plans for the bitch?” Karlach asks.

“Maybe you can still keep her as a toy?” Shadowheart asks.

Pondering for a moment, Lorroakan takes off his bracelet and gives it to Shadowheart. With a soft smile on his face, he says, “You keep her, you found her. As a favoured of Lady Shar, you should parade around your greatest victory.”
Shadowheart nods and takes the command bracelet, putting it on. She turns to the tired and exhausted Aylin and commands her, “Follow me, on all fours like a dog that you are.”
Aylin, compelled by magic is forced to get up in her hands and knees, regardless of her naked state and fatigue, the last drops of cum dripping to the floor from her flaccid cock as she crawls towards her new owner.

Lorroakan opens a portal to the exit of his tower. Karlach nods at him and steps through, Shadowheart follows. Aylin slowly crawls behind her in her pathetic state. Lorroakan takes on last look at Aylin’s bare ass with a smirk as he closes the portal. Immortality is his to savour now and he has plans.

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The sun shines bright and high, ushering a new noon for the city of Baldur’s Gate. The winds carry a slight chill of early winter as people are seen in light scarves and soft layers of clothing. The noises of a blacksmith’s hammer is the most distinguishable sound in the lower city as Dammon goes to work, forging and bending metal. After months of supplying the war effort against the Absolute, he finally has time to pursue more creative and relaxing endeavours in terms of metal forging. With three finishing strikes in his metal piece, he dips it in cold water. As he pulls it out, smoke surrounds on what looks like a roughly shaped sword. The blade is still in its unfinished form but his smile indicates that the forging is going well. Putting his equipment down, he takes off his apron and sets it on a table after he wipes the sweat off his face with it. As he picks up a mug of water and drinks from it, he sees two figures approaching towards him.

He instantly recognises Maul, the dragonborn warrior and his new slave mate, Isobel. Maul is in his usual fit, shirtless with loose trousers on and Isobel, facing the ground is in her usual predicament as she follows her master. The only dignity she is being granted is from the brown rag wrapped around her waist as a skirt, covering her lower bits. Rest of her body, her soft tanned skin is bared for all to see as she uses her small arms to cover her round breasts. People stare, ogle and whistle at her as they pass. Maul is visibly proud to show off his trophy slave mate, the last Selunite cleric, reduced to his property.

“Slow day?” Maul asks Dammon as they step up to his shop.

“Eh, no war, no demands but people still like to show off their expensive weapons. Can’t complain” Dammon says nonchalantly as his eyes ogle Isobel up and down. He continues, “Too bad you Dragonkin don’t like to share. But I guess you earned that right.”

Maul smiles, exposing his sharp teeth and says, “It is the way for us. But I see no reason to make an ally’s day better”. He moves his paw and grabs Isobel’s hand and pulls her towards him. Then, in a smooth motion, he moves his hand up to her upper back and pushes her forward, bending her over the table face down. Isobel doesn’t resist as she is bound by the magical bond to obey him. Her heart beats a little faster, not knowing what to anticipate as her entire body clenches up. Maul smiles as he reaches for the knot of her skirt and pulls it away, exposing her ass cheeks to Dammon. The tiefling instantly smiles wide at the sight. Isobel’s soft round ass cheeks have multiple red hand prints on them, from harsh and precise spanking. She clenches up in embarrassment and shame, making her ass cheeks squeeze repeatedly, giving both the men an unintended show.

“Fine work. Just for fun?” Dammon asks, his eyes still fixed on the specimen before him.

“She was begging for pleasure last night and I was too tired from the battle. So I had to shut her up.” Maul says as he places a hand on her left ass cheek and squeezes it making her twitch a little and clench up.

“Well deserved. Can hardly believe she used to preach chastity to us.” Dammon says, finally looking away from her.

Maul let’s out a chuckle and says, “Well, we must head home soon. I’ve come to say goodbye before I leave for home. She’ll be the ultimate trophy to parade around there.” He pulls up Isobel by her waist to make her stand up. She lets out a soft whimper, her hair bangs fall in front of her face, hiding her shameful face and expression.

“Before you go, I think these will come in handy” Dammon says to him pulling out a box. He sets it on the table and opens it. It has a metal collar, a metal chastity belt and a key. “A trophy must be decorated.” He says, smiling. Isobel’s eyes widen and there is a visible sign of worry in her face. She immediately steps in front of Maul and places her hands on his scaly chest. With a whimpering and pleading tone, she begs, “Please! No! I…I will never overstep. Please!”

Maul pushes her, making her stumble back a few steps. He brings up his hands and swings it, slapping both her breasts, making them swing and bounce sideways. The impact makes her wince and bring her hands up to cover them, letting out a yelp of pain. “Stand still” He commands. She is bound to obey. With a grin on his face, he takes the collar and clicks it onto her neck. He takes the chastity belt and wraps it around her lower bits and turns the gear for a tight hold. Every clink of the turning makes Isobel breathe faster and faster. Her moments of sneaking away for self pleasure are over. Her pleasure is now completely under his control. Her head hangs low, hands covering her breasts, small strands of hair covering a bit of her face. This is more humiliating than the rag that she had on before. Nodding to Dammon, Maul steps out of the shop as the tiefling waves goodbye. Isobel has no choice but to follow, her steps small, her face red with shame as onlookers stare, smile and whistle at her situation.

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Outskirts of the city, in the sandy beach of the river, Rolan and Gale sit on comfortable chairs facing the river. Nobody seems to be around except the figure in front of them. Kagha is tied to a post in front of them, hands above her head, legs close together, naked. Her cock, fully erect and her balls tight and full. Her hair is a mess and some of it is covering her face. Her breathing is slow, calm but her downward gaze makes it obvious that she is far from getting used to her circumstance and predicament.

Rolan, keeping his eyes on the elf, asks a question to Gale, “So which do you prefer? I much like to keep them on the edge, watch them beg for release. I find it makes them dependent and docile.”

Gale smiles and replies, “Sure, but then the only thing in their mind is the climax. I like to overwhelm them with pleasure. The humiliation they feel when they realise their orgasms are coming from someone they hate. It's quite a sight. It's a slower process, but the mental breakdown is worth it to watch.”

“Hmm, we have this one for the evening before you leave for Waterdeep tomorrow. What should we do in the meantime?” Rolan asks.

“We both have different ways of breaking slaves. How about we practice on her a bit? Good warm up before I go back to my harem at home. Gods it's been months, they've probably lost their minds by now. I've left them in a heightened state of pleasure, barring them for a climax.” Gale says, with a chuckle at the end.

“You are cruel indeed, Mystra’s chosen” Rolan smiles, “Let us proceed”. With a wave of his hand, Rolan casts a spell which makes the post that Kagha is tied to disappear, making her fall face down on the sand with a grunt. The binds on her hands disappear but her ankles her still tied together. She rolls over on her back, her cock still hard and throbbing. Her breaths pace faster, knowing she is about to be tormented again, but not knowing what to expect. As she places her hands on the ground and attempts to get up, Rolan waves his hand. A strong magical sting spreads over Kagha’s body, she lets out a grunt and her voice turns into whimpers as she falls back to the ground. Sudden intense arousal courses through her body, made visible by her repeatedly arching back, perked up nipples and rock hard cock with visible veins, twitching. Her whimpers turn into whiny moans as she writhes around in the sand. Her hair is a red messy mop, her face is an expression of distressed arousal and frustration. Unable to cope any longer, she reaches down with her right hand and starts stroking her cock at a fast and aggressive pace. All in vain as her climax is held on the edge by the magic. If she lets go, it's a sensation of agonising denial, if she doesn't, it is still fruitless. Her agony grows more and more as her whiny moans turn to cries of frustration, her eyes a pleading expression towards the two men watching on in amusement. Raging at the helplessness, she lets go of her cock and slams the sand in pure agonising helplessness. Rolling over face down, her cock touches the warm sand and she reflexively buries her cock deep inside it. The warm sensation only elevates her pleasure even more as she begins thrusting into the sand aggressively, her fingers digging into the sand as well. As her ankles are tied, she doesn't have much leverage or force, she is forced to use her knees to thrust up and gravity to thrust down, making the rhythm awkward which frustrates her even more. Some sobs come out in between her grunting, whimpering and whining.

“Ah look, that's the second time she has done that. It has become a pattern for her” Rolan says, chuckling.

Gale smiles and watches on with a grin on his face and a hand on his chin. “Hmm, I admit, there is some pleasure in watching her suffer like this. The desperation does drive her to submission. But I want to watch a different kind of squirming. Do you mind if I take over?” He asks.

Rolan nods and says, “Go ahead”.

With a smile, Gale subtly casts a spell making the marks on Kagha's body disappear. Then, with another wave of his hand, he releases the climax blocking spell. Kagha's entire body jolts as she pulls her cock out of the sand and rolls over. With a clench of her body, a hard grunt that turns into a moan, her cock shoots out a stream of white liquid that sprays all the way up to her hair, dripping droplets on her face, breasts, belly and the sand around her. The sense of relief that she is feeling is only short lived as her cock, sore and sensitive from the orgasm, doesn't stop cumming. It keeps spraying out a continuous stream of her cum as magic fills up her balls again and again each time they are emptied, leading to a breakless orgasm. Her agony returns, she writhes around in the sand, with her hands grabbing her cock, her body twitching aggressively as her eyes roll up and her back arches to an impossible curve. The pleasure overwhelms her but the stream doesn't stop. She sprays her cum all around her, her entire front torso now filled with her sticky white liquid. Her mind is a mess made apparent by her stuck out tongue and drooling mouth.

Both the men laugh at her as Gale waves his hand, stopping the spell. As the last of her cum shoots out, Kagha's body aggressively jolts one last time before she falls limp, breathing heavy, loud and hoarse, occasionally twitching. Her hand over her extremely sore cock, her vision blurry from the tears and overstimulation.

“Hah! Not bad I must say. I think a combination of both of our ways is needed. A synergy of sorts, if you will.” Rolan says, turning to Gale.

“I agree. If you are ever in Waterdeep. You're welcome to experiment on my collection.” Gale says, standing up. “I must head on now, this has been fun. Faye has already left the city to check on her village. Maybe I'll pay her a visit on the way.”

“Till next time, friend” Rolan says, shaking Gale’s hand before watching him walk away.

“Now, my turn to cum” Rolan says, turning to the fatigued Kagha, standing up and slowly walking towards her. Kagha has no strength to move, she can only make her anxiety apparent as her breaths start getting fast and whimpery again.

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As night falls, the people of the city go back to their homes. Some walk into inns and taverns, guards patrol the streets in pairs. The noise dies out and the only sounds that can be heard are the river flowing, night insects chirping, footsteps of guards and the occasional loud moans and grunts.

The absolute has been defeated, the last Selunites reduced to slaves, the doctrine of Sharran lust remains supreme.

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The full moon shines on the silent bank of the river, lighting up the sand, the crates, the table and chairs and a small wooden roughly constructed house. A campfire is lit and the firewood is crackling in it. Two figures sit cross legged across each other near the flame. The only sounds are of the river flowing and some insects chirping in the forest close by. This is the camp where the party of heroes first rested long ago.

Stretching her maroon red arms up and letting out a groan, Karlach falls into a slouching, relaxed posture and leans back, using her hands to support her and straightening her legs to warm her bare feet in the fire. 

“Ah! I forget what normal warmth feels like after all those years down under.” Karlach says, in a more relaxed tone than her usual upbeat self. 

Gale, sitting across her in a cross legged, slouched down posture staring absentmindedly into the campfire smiles as he looks up at her. His smile slowly grows into an expression of confusion.

“Wait…hold on a moment there. I feel like I am missing some details. Last I knew, you had a burning engine and were on an impending death timer. What happened to that curse mark? Where the hell is Faye? How did you end up with Isobel? Wasn't she given to Maul?” Gale's tone is one of complete confusion as if he started connecting the dots just now.

“Damn! One thing at a time man.” Karlach says, chuckling at him.

As she looks at Gale and is about to start talking, footsteps in the distance interrupt her. Gale turns to look, alerted. Karlach is relaxed and unbothered by it.

“I recognise who that is. Both of them.” Karlach says to Gale, without even looking in the direction of the footsteps. 

Emerging from the distance, is Shadowheart walking with a mature, purposeful aura. She is dressed in all black. Leather boots, fitting pants, a tight shirt that goes all the way up to half her neck and a long thick fabric overcoat that goes down to her knees. She smiles as she sees the other two. 
Walking behind her is another familiar figure. It is Aylin, standing tall even in her timid posture, her hair hanging down straight. The former demigod is in a better state than her days with Lorroakan. She appears to be cleaned up, her hair brushed and she is not naked. She is wearing a knee length brown skirt, a sleeveless brown top that comes down to half her waist, and black sandals strapped to her feet. Her hands in front of her as she fidgets slightly. However, there are certain things that remind everyone looking at her that she is still a slave to Shadowheart. The collar around her neck, the lack of underwear made apparent by her nipples poking on the top, and the small bulge in her crotch, curving the skirt a little. 

Shadowheart points to the small wooden house in the camp and says to Aylin, “Wait there with the other slave.”

Aylin, compelled to obey, turns and does as commanded. 

Sitting down with the other two, between Gale and Karlach, the new mother superior of Shar smiles. 

“So, what story did I interrupt?” Shadowheart says, with a tone of excitement. 

“As I was asking, details please, Karlach.” Gale says, still curious to know.

“Alright! You two. I'll tell you.” Karlach says as she hands the two of them a wine glass and pours out some from an expensive bottle. 

Gale and Shadowheart lean forward, eager to listen.

“After you went back to Waterdeep, and you to the shadowlands to complete the trials for your new position as Mother Superior, I contacted Viconia-” Karlach starts but soon gets interrupted.

“Wait. Viconia? She retired to the shadowfell. I didn't know she helped you.” Shadowheart asks.

“Sush! We'll get to that later. Continue.” Gale says, making both Shadowheart and Karlach giggle at this eagerness.

Karlach, taking a sip from her glass, continues her story, “I had a lot of things to deal with, the engine, the curse mark, Zariel coming after me. Viconia gave me a golden ticket to solve all of it. A ritual in the name of Lady Shar.”

“I see, it is a rare gift to be blessed so generously by the dark lady” Shadowheart says as she starts sipping from her wine glass. Gale keeps his focus on Karlach.

Karlach continues, “Yup. I got lucky. A transformation ritual. The ritual destroyed the hellfire engine and replaced it with shadowfell essence, got rid of the curse mark too. Now that the dark lady reigns supreme, Zariel cannot oppose her without an uneven fight. I'm free!” 
She has a wide grin on her face as she says the last two words. The other two smile with her. 

“There was no price to pay? I find that hard to believe” Gale remarks, his face as curious as ever.

Karlach looks towards him with a smirk, raises her hand with the palm facing up and conjures a dark smoky sphere floating on top of it. She closes her hand into a fist and the smoke disperses. 

“You…you made a pact.” Gale says, taking a big sip from his glass, the gulp more audible than his words. 

“Hah! For a wizard who likes to experiment, you scare too easily. Yes! I am a warlock for the dark lady. The terms were simple. I just have to keep doing what I do best, induce lust and dominate.” Karlach says, bringing her hand back again to pick up the glass. 

“Well done! Since I am the Mother Superior now, I'll give you any help you need.” Shadowheart says with a soft mature smile and a nod. 

“That…is quite a story, from the hells to the material plane, you remain the champion of deities. Are you going to get to the last bit now? Isobel?” Gale says, his expression now much calmer, his posture more relaxed and slouched. 

“Ah yes! Apparently she is infertile. Her worth was nothing more than a pleasure trophy for Maul and his clan. After him and his men were done with her they gave her to me for free. I was visiting their homeland because I heard how well they party. It was fun.” Karlach answers Gale's question in a nonchalant tone. 

“Ah! Shame!” Gale says. Shadowheart nods in agreement. 

“Are you enjoying her then?” Shadowheart asks Karlach. 

“Oh yeah! But now I just like to watch her get taken. Everyday week I bring someone new. The look on her face when she doesn't know what to expect waiting for her in the bedroom is always worth it. A big cocked orc or a sweet soft elf, maybe sometimes a gang of dwarves. She never knows. One thing is always sure, she can barely walk when they're done with her. Always.” Karlach lets out a loud laughter as she says that. 

“Well, you always take it to the extreme. In every aspect of life” Shadowheart smiles as she says that and puts her soft palm on Karlach’s toned shoulder, eliciting a smile from the tiefling. 

“What about you, then? What have you been doing with our favourite demigod?” Gale asks Shadowheart. 

“Well, she is on all fours most of the time. In formal gatherings, I let her wear some clothing. That body and that girthy cock are the only respectable things she has left, so I never allow her any release, not even wet dreams. It's been a year of keeping her pent up. If she gets too squirmy, a good whipping and a dose of ballbusting keeps her in line. That cock is as desperate as ever.” Shadowheart giggles which turns into a laughter which she covers gracefully with her hand. 

“Damn! Can't imagine that. Isobel gets a climax everyday.”

Gale looks towards the wooden house near them. “They're both in there now. Do you think they'll fuck?” He says with a smirk.

“I sure hope so, that's the whole reason we even dragged them here. It never gets old!” Karlach says as she gulps down the whole glass and fills it right back up from the bottle. 

“Hear hear!” Shadowheart clinks her glass in Karlach's full glass. 

“Shall we get to it then?” Gale asks as he readies a spell on his hand. 

Both the women nod and turn towards the house as they lean back and relax their postures. Gale silently casts a spell, making the walls of the wooden house transparent from their side, they can see everything inside, but the residents inside cannot see outside or even know about the spell. 

The indoors of the house is dimly lit with two scones of fire. There is no furniture inside, the floor is entirely made of wooden planks. The ceiling is low with bars of wooden planks nailed across, mostly to be used to hang something from there. The temperature is somewhat hot compared to the outside summer night breeze. The heat from the fire scones and the lack of windows make it so. Aylin stands near the wall facing the door. Her brown top and skirt hug her curves tight, making it hard to move comfortably. She leans on the wall and takes off her sandals. With a defeated expression and a sigh, she scratches the magical collar on her neck. All she can hear is complete silence with the occasional crackling of the fire scones. She hasn't yet taken her time to look around as she is finally able to rest her mind. Moments where she isn't displayed as a naked trophy or sexually toyed with are rare for her. The year long denial and the magical collar that prevents self pleasure only adds to it. She is free from Selunite vows of chastity, yet even in the debauched cult of shar, she has only ever been taken from behind, her cock remains a toy to tease for everyone. 

“Let's make things…interesting” Shadowheart says as she looks on from outside the house. She whispers a spell on her bracelet, silently transferring it to Aylin’s collar. 

Aylin's heartbeat starts to pace a little faster. Her body grows a little warmer as she feels an all too familiar heat between her legs. She doesn't know that it is a spell being casted on her, the only thing she feels is her cock starting to slowly rise up. She presses up her back onto the wall, rests the back of her head onto it as she closes her eyes and breathes a little deeper to try and calm herself down. With each beat of her heart, with each pump, her cock only rises. As it does, it lifts up the short, tight skirt until it reveals itself completely, all thick seven inches of it, throbbing and twitching up with each beat of her heart, full of veins popping. Her nipples poke visible through her short, tight top. She tries to cover up, pull her skirt back down but the collar prevents her hands from going anywhere near her crotch, her body betrays her will again. She knows that cannot even orgasm by other means, as the spell on her collar prevents her from doing so unless another person explicitly gives her permission. She stays pressed up on the wooden wall, slightly squirming, with a twitching, desperate cock. The heat she feels makes her take off her top and skirt, dropping them to the floor.

As she is coping with all of these sensations on her mind and body, another figure steps forward closer to her from the corner of the room. The footsteps make Aylin gasp and jolt up. She turns around to face the wall, an attempt to hide her situation below the waist. She places her palms on the wall, presses up her breasts onto it as well. Her back and hips are arched back a little as she makes room for her erect cock. She turns to look at the woman in the room and instantly recognises her, eliciting a soft gasp as she looks away in shame. Isobel, her former lover, is standing there, watching her with a neutral expression. Aylin turns again to look. Isobel is completely naked, her slightly tanned skin, curvy hips and soft breasts on full display. Her white hair is still in the same shape and length. Aylin can barely focus because of the lust running through her body, her gaze immediately goes to Isobel’s breasts. 

Noticing that, Isobel steps closer, not bothering to cover herself as she walks swaying her hips. It drives up Aylin's arousal even more. 
Isobel steps behind the squirming demigod and places her hands on Aylin's waist. She leans her body closer, pressing up her soft breasts on Aylin's muscular back. The warm sensation makes Aylin whimper. 

Leaning her mouth up to Aylin's ear, she says, “Well…I wonder which one of us has less dignity. You, being denied or me, in too much relief.” As she says that, she slides her hands around Aylin's midriff and up her torso, stopping just below her breasts. Her crotch touches the demigod’s ass cheeks. 

Before Aylin can say anything, Isobel slides her right hand up to Aylin's right breast, fondling it softly. Her left hand slides down and slowly wraps around the length of her erect cock. The sensation on her nipples and cock, the warm soft hands of Isobel makes Aylin arch her back, throw her head up and let out a soft moan. Every exhale from her becomes a soft whimper of desperation. 

Isobel continues her taunting, “Don't say anything, you have denied me pleasure for so long, all in the name of a dead goddess. Now it's my turn to tease.” With that statement, she pulls her hands away, making Aylin let out a whine from the sudden denial. Isobel steps back and lays down on the ground on her back, spreads her legs, and rests her hands by her side. 

“Get to it, maybe I'll let you feel some relief if you do well.” Isobel says. 

Aylin, riled up with lust, denial and the potential reward of relief after so long, doesn't ask any questions. She immediately gets on her knees and leans forward, placing her head in between Isobel's thighs. Using her elbows and knees to balance herself, she leans down and starts placing soft upward licks with her tongue in Isobel's pussy. Her own cock is still erect and twitching. 
It takes a moment or so, as she keeps on licking and soon starts to suck on Isobel's clit. She then moves on to using a finger and two to slide inside her wet walls. Isobel, now much more experienced, is a bit slow to arousal but still gets there soon enough. Her breaths get faster and louder, her pussy starts clenching onto Aylin's fingers as they slide in and out and wriggle inside her. Her sensitive clit, being sucked on, gets her desire high enough for her to start slightly bucking her hips up and down to match the mouth and tongue of Aylin. 
Soon, her exhales turn into moans. 

“Go ahead, put it in.” Isobel whispers. 

Aylin, not wanting to waste a second, moves up and lies down on top of Isobel, making their breasts press up against each other’s. The demigod places passionate kisses on Isobel's neck and she uses her hand to line up her cock, finally ready to feel the warmth of a woman. As soon as the tip of her cock touches and parts the wet pussy, Aylin loses all patience and restraint and thrusts forward, shoving it deep inside. Isobel only lets out a quiet gasp, as she is now used to big thick cocks. Aylin on the other hand, shakes and trembles as she lets out a shaky moan of pleasure, clenching her ass cheeks and curling up her toes. If it wasn't for the spell holding her climax back, she would have ejaculated instantly. It is apparent by how much her cock is twitching and pulsating inside Isobel, how much her body is trembling, how each exhale from her is a shaky whimper. Aylin holds her cock inside for a moment, overwhelmed by the pleasure of Isobel's clenching wet walls. Then, with no pause, she starts thrusting in and out fast and hard. Slapping noises echo in the small room, but the demigod’s desperate and pathetic moans are louder. Isobel whimpers and gasps quietly, wrapping her arms around Aylin's muscular back, spreading her legs out wide to feel that thick cock pounding her. The wetness of her pussy spills out with each hard thrust. 

Aylin's inexperience is apparent, as her thrusts are erratic, lacking in a steady rhythm, with random changes in force of thrust and her drool falling all over Isobel's neck. Partly because she is inexperienced, partly because she is overtaken by lust, ready to explode the second Isobel breaks the spell by giving her permission. But in contrast, Isobel seems to be in control of her desires, despite the puddle between her legs. 

Outside, all three of the watchers turn to each other and smile as they watch their two slaves in heat.
“Should we go in and ruin their fun?” Shadowheart says with a smirk and a mischievous tone. 

Gale nods, and Karlachs stands up.
“Let's give them a surprise, I have an idea.” She says. 

Using her newfound warlock powers, Karlach brings up her hands, palms facing up and casts a spell, releasing a shroud of dark smoke around the three of them. As they stand and step towards the door of the shack, their footsteps are silent and they are invisible to the eye. Gale and Shadowheart smile at each other, preparing themselves for mischief. 
They phase through the wall of the house, silent as the wind. Gale stands on the left and the other two on the right of the two women wrapped together on the ground, moaning, one louder than the other. All three shake their heads in amusement as they watch how desperate Aylin is and how the once graceful demigod is no better than a beast in heat.

Karlach removes the spell, but the two on the floor, eyes closed in pleasure, do not see them. Both of them, locked in a slobbering desperate kiss. 

All three of them nod at each other, a signal to start the ordeal.

Gale casts the mage hand spell, conjuring four blue spectral hands. Immediately, two of the hands grab Isobel's wrists and two grab her ankles. Isobel opens her eyes and the fear and shock in her face is apparent. She knows they are both about to be tormented. She cannot move or warn Aylin as the demigod's tongue is deep inside her mouth and her muscular body is on top. Isobel moans, trying to say something through the kiss but Aylin mistakes it for moans of pleasure. 

Karlach steps closer and leans down, hands reaching for Aylin's moving waist. She grabs suddenly and pulls Alyin back, throwing her backwards and making her ass cheeks hit the wall. First there is a grunt from the demigod, because of the sudden denial of warmth on her cock, then as she opens her eyes and sees the red tiefling, her heart skips a beat and starts to pound. Before she can even process what happened, her ass cheeks hit the wooden wall, making her wince in pain as she falls to her knees. 

Gale uses the mage hands to pull Isobel up, and then hold her hands up, pinning them on the other wall and her legs  spread on the wall by the spectral hands as well. He ignores the other spectacle going on and takes his time to examine Isobel's body, with a gaze of both lust and curiosity. 

On the other side, Karlach starts walking towards Aylin with a smirk on her face. Aylin, gripped by fear as her heart pounds, tries to cover up her twitching hard cock with her hands but fails, the magic stops her. Gasping in panic, she turns around, facing the wall, in fear of what Karlach might do to her, she knows Karlach likes to dole out humiliation and pain. 
As a warlock of Shar, Karlach holds the same power over Alyin as Shadowheart does. As long as Shadowheart does not object, Aylin is bound to obey Karlach by magical bonds of the collar. 

“Get up, hands on the wall, spread your legs.” Karlach commands. 

Alyin, mind in fear, body shaking in lust, cock twitching up and down, obeys. Even though it wasn't commanded, she keeps her ass sticking out with an arched back. It makes Karlach grin ear to ear. Karlach, with her large and strong hand, suddenly grips Aylin's full and tight balls. The touch itself makes Aylin gasp, clench up, grit her teeth and tremble in fear. A moment passes, nothing happens and as soon as Aylin loosens up to breathe again, opening her eyes, Karlach grips her balls tightly, fondling them aggressively, shaking them hard side to side. 
Aylin lets out whines and grunts in pain, trying desperately to close her legs and move away, even try to turn her hips but all in vain. All she can do is cry out, grit her teeth, wince and tremble as some of her whines turn into soft sobs. 

Karlach, keeping a tight squeezing hold on Aylin's balls, says in a mocking tone, “So full and tight. Still hard like an animal. Shame you didn't use it when you had all the time in the world. Such a waste. But don't worry, you might get a chance tonight.”

She releases her hold on the pale balls, and Aylin gasps in relief, coping with the pain. Karlach turns around, looking at the other two, “Shall we get to the main event?”. 

The two nod and smile. “Perfect!” Karlach exclaims as she whips her tail up, hitting both of Aylin's balls and the underneath of her cock. Aylin spasms in pain and falls to her knees, crying out and sobbing a little. 
Gale opens the door and walks out. His mage hands lift up Isobel in the air horizontally, face down as they hover her behind him. 

“Follow” Shadowheart says and starts to walk towards the door with Karlach following her. Aylin, obeying the command, stands up, trembling, cock still hard, and starts to walk with them with small awkward steps. 
As the three women step outside, they see that Gale is already far ahead close to the river itself with Isobel's body held down on the sand, face down, ass high up, supported by her knees. The mage hands are still holding her down. 

Karlach, Shadowheart and Aylin are some distance away, closer to the house. 
Karlach steps behind Aylin and launches a hard hitting spank on her right ass cheek, making her wince and twitch and stumble a bit forward making her hard cock bounce. Both Shadowheart and Karlach both step behind the naked demigod and Shadowheart begins to explain, “You see her? Ass up, face down. All ready for you. I want you to run to her. When you are halfway there, I'll remove the climax blocking spell, you'll be free to feel all the pleasure and release. I'll also surge your need for release and make it ten times more intense. If you can hold it in, make it to that bitch and empty those full balls inside her, you get to go with Gale, and enjoy his harem, wet your cock everyday. 
But…” she pauses, placing her soft, warm fingertips on the head of Aylin's cock. The teasing sensation makes Aylin thrust her hips forward but Shadowheart pulls away just before that. She continues, “But…if you let out a single drop before you reach her, Karlach will take you. I think you know the rest. Now run!”

Aylin's heart pounds in anxiety, going with Karlach would mean a long time of humiliation, pain and torment, with only small moments of relief. Atleast Shadowheart is graceful in her domination, Karlach is not. Aylin runs without a single moment to spare. She hasn't run in a long time, some of her strides are awkward and stumbling. Her muscular ass cheeks and her tight breasts bounce up and down as she runs with the most worried look on her face. Her erect cock bounces up and down, slapping against her crotch and her lower belly. She is getting closer and closer to Isobel, running with gasping breath and no grace in her movements. 


Before she even crosses the halfway mark, Shadowheart touches her bracelet, undoing the climax blocking spell and surging the lust in Aylin's body tenfold. Aylin feels it immediately in her body. She is just a touch away from a big climax, a thought away from the point of no return. Her cock, screams for a release as it pulsates and twitches with each beat of her heart. Aylin falls to her knees, she presses her thighs together, trying to hold it back. She clenches up her entire body, grunting like a beast as she grips the sand with her hands. As she is on all fours, she looks up, and sees Isobel still in the same position, she is further away, but it's a distance that can be closed. At least, that's what the demigod hopes. With no composure to stand up, Aylin starts crawling on all fours forward, step by step, sweat dripping from her forehead, cock twitching aggressively, balls ready to empty themselves. Each pump of her heart screams at her to just stroke her cock and let it all out, but she resists. She is close to the campfire, and Isobel is still further away. 

A gust of wind blows, and Aylin doesn't notice that it's Gale casting a quiet spell, just subtle enough to make it seem natural. It brushes across Aylin's skin, her exposed cock and it's the final sensation that pushes the extremely desperate demigod past the point of no return. She falls to the ground and rolls over on her back. With her feet, she thrusts her hips up and grabs her cock with both her hands and starts aggressively stroking it up and down, screaming in pure lust as she does. 

It arrives, after a year of denial, teasing and edging, her climax is finally here. She closes her eyes, her toes curl up, all her muscles clench as she grits her teeth and her body starts shaking. She forgets all consequences, all repercussions as a long, fast and explosive continuously flowing string of her cum shoots out of her cock, high up in the air creating a fountain. Aylin screams out, her voice broken, her cum splashes down on her body. The flow doesn't stop, it keeps shooting out and Aylin's hands drop to the side as her body starts violently twitching from the orgasm. She shakes and so does her screaming hoarse voice. She rolls around the ground, shaking aggressively as she splashes white liquid from her cock everywhere around her. As the last drop of her first shot goes out, her body spasms again. With a groan, she ejaculates again, in the same pattern of a long, flowing, fast shooting string of cum. Her cock twitches, pulsates desperately as she grips it hard with both her hands again. She squirms laying on the ground, her desperation is something no one has seen before. It is something akin to a possession, everyone watches in amazement. 

The process repeats again, and again over and over. The count is lost after the tenth shot. Then, her body goes limp, she is only half conscious, her whole body feels numb and the only sensation is the soreness of her cock as it slowly softens down. She has no movement beside her deep breathing and the occasional twitch of her entire body, small drops of cum still dripping down from the tip of her cock. 

There is silence, pause as everyone else has a wide grin on their faces. Isobel watches on in complete shock. 

A sound of a pair of hands clapping rings through the beach. Then another one, and a continuous applause from Gale as he starts laughing in a grandiose manner. 
Karlach looks at Shadowheart, “Looks like I get to keep her.” 

“Go ahead, she'll need some punishing after that relief.” Shadowheart says with a smile. 

Both the women approach the half conscious demigod, their boots protected by a magical field from the puddles of cum on the sand. Karlach grabs Alyin by her right wrist and drags her body with her on the sand. Aylin only lets out a quiet whimper, her body moving on to twitch occasionally from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Karlach sets her down beside Isobel. 

“So, I get this one. Gale, you wanna keep Isobel?” Karlach asks. 

“I think I already have too many in my collection.” Gale says, shrugging. 

“I'll take her. I could use her for some rituals.” Shadowheart says. The other two nod in agreement. 

“So what now?” Gale asks. 

“Now, I'll put on a show, and I might as well get my workout in.” Karlach grins after her words. 

The campfire crackles on, Gale and Shadowheart sit in comfortable camp chairs as they watch. The night air is quiet. Isobel and Aylin are tied up close to each other, facing each other as their hands are roped up to a tree branch above their heads. There are only a few distinct sounds; a whip cracking as it hits their skin, their screams, whimpers, moans and sobs, Karlach grunting as she takes pleasure in giving out the punishment. Gale and Shadowheart’s drunken laughter and giggles as they watch on. 

The moon keeps shining bright, lighting everyone up. It is truly a Sharran night of debauchery.

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It took half a decade after the defeat of the Dead Three and mindflayers for Lae'zel to overthrow Vlaakhith. The rebel Gith has now freed the council of elders from tyranny and the soldiers without a singular leader, look to the council to crown a new queen. The council knows, the Gith as a whole know that Lae'zel has the most influence. But they also know how she lost a duel with Karlach in the most humiliating way. Everyone knows how her knees buckled as her cock orgasmed from the tiefling's tail. Before she can be crowned queen again, she has to go through a trial.

The test was exile for a month. It was not just any exile, but one with conditions. She was sent to a different realm, with forests and dangerous creatures lurking about. The temperature was always hot, making her sweat, which adds a complication for Gith biology as it arouses them. Lae'zel was locked in a magical chastity cage, making sure she couldn't pleasure herself during the exile. It was agonising for her. On top of that, she was given no clothes, no weapons and no armor. There were many days and nights where creatures of different sizes took her from behind. It was constant arousal without relief.

The exile is over now and she has returned. She stands, or rather is presented before the council. Five Gith elders sit in their thrones atop a platform made of stone. The large hall is filled with the top ranks of the Gith army, leaders donning their decorated armour. Lae'zel is put in a predicament. She is laying on her back on a stone table in the center of the hall, her wrists and ankles tied up and spread apart with chains. Her body is completely naked. Her cock, throbbing for a release from the chastity cage. Her balls are full and tight. Her breaths are heavy as her chest heaves up and down, her nipples erect and sensitive. The stone table radiates a magical warmth, keeping her arousal up at all times. After a month of denial and survival, all she wants to do is to be released of the cage.

"What is…to…be my test?" She says, her voice and tone much less aggressive than her usual self. Her words stutter in between the breathless whimpers.

"That is not for you to know" One of the Gith elders announce as his voice echoes through the hall. He waves his hand, and a group of naked Gith women enter the room, all surrounding Lae'zel and waiting, looking down at her body. The sight of their naked bodies make Lae'zel let out a soft moan.

One of the Gith women reaches forward with her hand, moving it close to her cock. Lae'zel tries to look down but she can only move so much with the chains holding her down. The woman hovers her hand above the chastity cage and in a second, it disappears into thin air. The feeling of air on her cock makes Lae'zel shudder and whimper. Within a few seconds, her cock rises up to it's full length. Green, hard, thick and veiny, her five inch cock throbs and pulsates. With each clench of her body, it twitches up and down.

Before she can even process her cock's freedom, all of the five women reach down with their hands and start to tease her body. They slowly slide their fingertips across her belly, inner thighs, her breasts and sides. All of the hands carefully avoid Lae'zel's cock and nipples, denying her direct pleasure. Lae'zel squirms desperately, gritting her teeth, grunting and pulling on her chains as she twists her hips and torso, clenches her muscles and tries to push her hips up. Desperate attempts to get them to touch more of her body.

This goes on for a while and soon , her grunts turn to soft whimpers and slight unintentional moans. Her face frowns in desperation and frustration. Her squirming gets more aggressive and she drools from the side of her mouth.

"Hnnh…How…much…longer…must…Huaaah!" Her question is interrupted by a sudden feeling of pleasure on her nipples. Two hands on each of her breasts finally start rubbing her nipples in a circular movement. Lae'zel pushes her chest up as much as she can, her soft moans turn into louder ones. Yet, in all this, her cock still begs for a touch. She trembles as the hands continue to tease her, blurring her vision, melting any thoughts she has and reducing them to pure desire for an orgasm.

Just as she is about to scream and beg, a hand wraps around the base of her cock. It doesn't stroke or move, but just holds a grip on it. Lae'zel lets out a loud moan as she pushes her hips up and clenches her ass cheeks. She closes her eyes and prepares for the intense pleasure. Moments pass and the hand doesn't move. Lae'zel, trembling, squirming and moaning, tries to look down. Before she can even open her eyes, the hand starts stroking her cock up and down fast with a firm grip. Lae'zel entire body spasms, her moans are the loudest they have ever been since this started, she thrusts her hips up and down pathetically. After a month of denial, she can feel it, her explosion, almost there. Then, it arrives.

She clenches her entire body, pulls on the chains, grits her teeth and grunts, her ass cheeks squeeze tight as her pleasure goes past the edge. Then, just as her cock is about to launch out, all the hands, all the women step back and deny her any touch, sensation or pleasure. Lae'zel lets out a whimper of frustration, she yanks on the chains and squirms desperately as she tries to save the orgasm that is about to be ruined. She grunts loudly as her cock, which was ready to shoot out a stream, doesn't. Instead, her cum travels up her shaft slowly and drips down on her lower belly. She tries to clench, to do anything to make it better. Lae'zel screams in rage at the ruined orgasm. A month of pent up pleasure, ruined. Her cock begs for a touch, a stroke, just so it has enough to shoot out more, shoot out faster. But there is nothing at it twitches, dripping out slowly as the last few drops make a puddle on her belly.

Screams of frustration echo through the room, sounds of chains rattling follow. The screams turn to sobs as her body trembles and twitches. Her cock pulsating onto nothing. Only sounds of soft sobs remain.

Four of the women unlock her chains and Lae'zel sits up immediately. She tries to stroke her cock, to squeeze out a full orgasm but it's too late. Her cock is too sensitive. With a loud scream, she gets off the table, cum dripping from her cock.

One elder raises his hand and speaks, "You have paid your penance. Tomorrow, you will be crowned queen of all the Gith. Be proud, Lae'zel of creche K'lirr."

Lae'zel doesn't look up at him. She only falls to her knees as everyone in the room slowly steps out until only she remains there, alone. Clenching her fist, she imagines her vengeance. She vows to make a harem of all the women who ruined her today.

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Deep in a forest somewhere, a river flows with a steady and soft sound. Near that river is a camp, a circle of tents larger than usual. In the middle, there is a wooden table. One of the tents is larger than the rest. The wooden totems being displayed makes it apparent that it is an orc camp. Most of them are resting after a night of feasting and drinking, even though it is midday. From the big tent, a figure emerges. An orc who has the body of a veteran warrior. His muscles, scars, his straight militaristic posture and a necklace made of fangs of different animals, all of it makes it known that he is the chieftain of this tribe. His large, thick and long cock dangles between his legs, cum dripping from the tip. The screaming and moaning from his tent a few moments ago makes it clear that he just gave someone a really pleasurable morning.

He steps out of the tent and places his hands on the edge of the wooden table. From his tent, another figure emerges, a red, muscular tiefling. Karlach steps out, naked as well, her expression as if she just saw the heavens. Her legs wobbling as she walks, her posture slouched, cum dripping from her pussy and down the inside of her thighs. As she steps out into the sun, multiple hand prints on her ass cheeks become visible. She stumbles towards the cheif clumsily. The chief grabs the back of her neck and pulls her close, pressing up their bodies together.

"Thank you, chief Ovug. I assume this is a yes to our deal?" Karlach says, her tone is lazy and laid back. She is still recovering from a night and a morning of getting pounded, or climaxing over and over again on a big orcish cock.

Ovug smiles and slides his hands down to her waist. With much more strength than the tiefling, he turns her around and slides his hands up to her breasts, clawing at them aggressively. Karlach whimpers and squirms, feeling his hands on her numb and sore breasts.

"It is agreed. The tribe will send ten of us to the Sharran temple. I thank you for the slaves." Ovug says, his voice deep and grumbling, "Now, one more time before you go." He grabs her waist again and bends her over on the table. Karlach gasps, her heart pounds as her sore and sensitive body now prepares for another round of pounding.

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A little further from the camp, close to the bank of the river, sounds of skin slapping are only slightly muted by the sound of the river flowing. Isobel is on her hands and knees in the sand, her naked body bared. Her soft and big breasts swing back and forth, her ass cheeks jiggle with each thrust she receives. From the way she is wobbling and moaning, her expressions, her loose and weakened body, it is clear that she has climaxed multiple times. Knelt behind her is Alyin who is also naked and is thrusting her big cock in and out of Isobel's sore pussy as hard and fast as she can, grunting and panting as she does, putting all of her core muscles to use.

"F..Finally! You're mine now." Aylin says, out of breath. Isobel, moaning and almost out of her mind, feels her hands weaken and rests her head in the sand, letting her arms rest loosely by her side. Face down, ass up, it is a position that drives Aylin over the edge as she looks at her lover's back. Isobel's face and breasts rub against the sand with every thrust from Aylin.

The demigod clenches up, squeezing her ass cheeks hard and curling up her toes as she throws her head back. With a loud moan, she shoves her cock in all the way deep inside. Her cock shoots out, filling up Isobel's insides. Aylin releases another string of cum, this time, a little bit of it spills out of the side and drips down into the sand. Each shot makes Aylin moan and shake. She has been cumming inside Isobel since the early morning. Ever since Ovug allowed her to use Isobel as she pleased, wherever and whenever, Aylin is sparing no second to take what she has always wanted.

As the last drop of her cum is shot inside Isobel, she pulls out and lays down in the sand. Isobel slowly rolls over and rests her head on Aylin's breasts.

Isobel knows, if Aylin wanted to, she could just throw her to the orcs to be used. She truly and completely belongs to Aylin now. It is not the way she wanted it to happen, but in this world, in these circumstances, it is the best she can hope for. She also knows what Aylin has to do in return. When Karlach was talking to the chief, she overheard how Aylin will be used as a breeding cock for selected orc women. Aylin doesn't know that yet, but Isobel keeps it to herself. At this moment, after ten or so orgasms, she doesn't have the energy to think about the future. All she cares about is finally being able to be close to her lover. Both slaves, both consumed by lust, but together.