Age of Rai

“I don't believe it.” said the amber-orange hobgoblin, taking a swig from the mug of dark liquid in her hand, breaking the silence. “...Rai, one of the ‘most talented and powerful sorceresses in the land’, is now skint broke.”
 
Pandemonium erupted amongst the mingling onviewers as cheers, jeers, and laughter filled the room at the drama that had unfolded. The horned tiefling seethed and slightly crackled with energy as she pushed away from the table, letting the sea-siren troll witch gracefully collect her life’s savings. Of course, life’s savings was, admittedly, not as extreme as it sounded. This was not the first time Rai had lost all of her gold to her vice, so she tempered the simmering anger and disgust at herself with some discipline, making her way through the motley crowd towards the hob-gob who’d spoken.
 
Yes, Rai had lost her life’s savings six months ago at an investment opportunity that she had been assured was foolproof. And then she won it back at a game of beer pong two weeks later. Then there was that time last year, when she gambled a king’s ransom on a foot race with a half-orc barbarian. She’d tripped on her shoelaces at the last hundred yards and knocked herself out on a ceramic pot. But a month later, she’d tossed a few dozen gold on a casino’s roulette wheel, placing her bet on 7 red. The cheers that erupted when the ball landed on her slot were deafening, but not nearly as deafening as when she did it a second time to the same result, walking out with a bag of holding stuffed with gold in the thousands.
 
The sharp-nosed firespark who’d just declared Rai’s bankruptcy sidled herself against the bar and eyed the fashionable woman approaching her. Rai was easy to spot even amongst a crowd of monstrous or half-monstrous or quasi-monstrous individuals, due to her peculiar intensity, her above-average height (not counting the horns that swept over her head and upwards behind her, getting embarrassingly caught on the occasional chandelier), and her curly, oceanic hair.
 
“Hey, loser,” said Sarveena. Her bandana barely kept her green hair in check, pouring out over her back. She had on a strapped vest to expose the way her defined abs and arm muscles were ruthlessly stripped of fat, making herself look as badass as possible. “You gonna be alright?” She spat like she didn’t care, but her eyes gave her concern away. It was a dangerous trait to have in the monstrous castes—softness.
 
“I’ll live.” Rai said quietly. She pressed herself up against the bar beside Sarveena and groaned, rubbing her forehead. “Messes up my plans.”
 
“Oh yes, your plans.” Sarveena said sarcastically. Her sardonic grin showed off the sharp points of her small teeth. “The ones you never seem to act on. Instead, I always find you here… gambling… sometimes drinking... sometimes in my bed.” She dragged her tongue over the tops of her teeth, chuckling suggestively at that last one, and offered her mug to Rai. “Dark jzntik? Fresh from the Underdark.”
 
Rai took the offer and took a swig of the mug, making a wretched face and passing the mug back. She hoped the alcohol would kick in early enough to numb her to the paint thinner aftertaste. She nodded in thanks, blinking exaggeratedly and exhaling forcefully. She clasped Sarveena’s arm. “If I didn’t know you were a tea-totaler, I’d have sworn that was hard stuff.” Rai coughed.
 
“The hell’s a tea-totaler?”
 
“I need to lay low- I mean down, lay down, for a bit. See you in your room?” She offered hopefully.
 
“Tryin’ to get a free bed tonight, Rai? Can’t blame ya after that loss. I’ll give it, but you know the deal.” Sarveena grinned and traced a finger up Rai’s arm sleeves, grabbing the tielfing’s chin and forcing her to suck on a thumb for a moment. She narrowed her eyes deviously and smirked as Rai’s tongue licked the tip of her finger and wrapped itself around the thumb for a moment. An electric tingle jumped from Rai’s tongue and shivered its way down Sarveena’s finger.
 
With the din of the crowd in her ears, Rai could taste the sweat of Sarveena’s skin, the droplets of the drink she was still drinking and the ones she’d had before. She could taste Sarveena’s sweet amber flesh, savor the scent of the body-oiled hobgoblin, her skin still glistening with fresh exercise sweat. With Rai’s sensitive nose, the subtle hints of Sarveena’s breed-worthy arousal were as obvious as if the hobgoblin had just let her clothes drop to the floor right here at the bar. A pulse in her head reminded her these sensations would overwhelm her if she experienced them fully, and with a headache faintly oncoming she let the taste of Sarveena fade from her lips, sighing.
 
After finishing the lurid display, Rai groaned and nodded, silently raising a hand in acceptance and departure as she moved off the bar and lurched through the crowd towards the rooms upstairs. The hob-goblin’s eyes followed her through the crowd to see if anyone dared harass her, but the electric jolts most received trying to even touch the half-blue dragon sorceress were deterrent enough.
 
 

 
 
Rai's fingers danced about the bedsheets before grasping them and pulling them towards her face. Her curly locks of hair obscured her eyes, but they were still bleary and moist. She had not cried, but she was quite emotional and it wasn't exactly a good feeling to lose all your gold and clout in a single roll of the dice. She tugged the covers up to herself and bundled up, mumbling softly, replaying the events in her head. The die cast. The way it had turned, rolled over to reveal her doom.
 
The half-dragon sighed and turned onto her back, letting her arms flop across the bed. “This sucks.” Rai said aloud. “Everything sucks. How is my sister gonna respond to this? I can't face her like this...” She grumbled and sat up slowly, her hair wrapping around her horns as she adjusted her leather top, moving her breasts to fit better within the fabrics. She gazed at the floor, twisting her lips into a sneer when there was a knock at the door.
 
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
 
“Hey Rai, you in there!” Sarveena's voice could be heard from outside, sounding very pleased with herself about something.
 
“Yea, I'm decent!” Rai called back, which resulted in the door opening.
 
In walked Sarveena, folding her arms with a smug grin, and another woman, this one covered in tattoos from head to toe, wearing dark lingerie that contrasted with her straw-blonde hair. Dragon and serpent scales were painted on her shoulders in vivid, eye-popping detail, and the scales ran down her arms to her hands, down her sides and back, and over the sides of her legs straight down to her feet. One breast was painted with pleasant cloud movements, the nipple soft blue and succulent, while the other breast was painted like a thundercloud, erratic lines and darkened areola. These clouds were followed by rain and lightning across her abdomen, a thunderbolt striking directly at her clit with electric shock waves painted on the inside of her thighs.
 
It all seemed made with potent, vivid ink, and Rai, as a sorceress, could tell these were more than mere tattoos—they were sigils. Magical tattoos that could be activated upon touch. The woman was a walking mana nexus of spells, and Rai recalled her first confounding encounter figuring the woman out, such was the shimmering intensity of the woman’s body art and aura.
 
“Vale!” Rai cried out, getting out of the bed and rushing over to hug her long-time elven friend, who grasped her firmly and held on tight, hugging the bedraggled tiefling in intimate firmness only found between friends who have found much and lost much together. “So good to see you, what are you even doing here...? And what’s with the—”
 
“I was in town and was going to visit you anyways, but Sarveena here told me what happened. So, I thought to myself, what would cheer up Rai, greatest sorceress of our time...?” Vale smiled. “A lingerie party, of course. We’ll eat, drink, play some games and head to bed. It’ll be like old times, eh, Rai?” She gently pulled out of the hug and kissed her friend upon the cheek firmly. “Time to cheer up!”
 
Rai beamed with delight at her friends. “You guys always know how to cheer me up.” She said warmly, and stepped back. “Let me change into something skimpy and we’ll get this party started.” Sarveena and Vale looked at each other with knowing glances as Rai disappeared behind the bedroom door.
 
 

 
 
Sarveena rummaged around in the pile of her day clothes beside her and retrieved a pouch that jingled with the tantalizing promise of gold. She loosened the drawstring and poured out a hefty pile on the floor in front of them. Gold, silver, copper, and platinum pieces slid over one another in a musical shower of clinking metal. When she was done, she tied the string back and tossed the sack back with her clothes.
 
Vale’s eyebrows shot up. “Did a rich uncle die?” She plucked a coin and bit it, nodding in satisfaction. “How much is that?”
 
Rai couldn’t take her eyes off the miniature hoard of treasure. The dull glow of warm metal reflected in her draconic eyes. Her fingers twitched. “Forty-two platinum, three hundred and seven gold, one hundred and eighty-nine silver, six hundred and seventy-seven copper,” she answered without blinking, as her nipples tightened into perky nubs.
 
“Damn straight it is,” Sarveena bragged. “Now let’s play some poker.”
 
“Poker is for chumps and cigar-smoking dogs in paintings,” Vale said with a decisive pound of her fist into the palm of one hand. “We should play something with strategy!”
 
Sarveena laughed. “You’re only saying that because you can’t bluff.”
 
But Vale wouldn’t back down. “A three-way battle of Ten Kings. Every character loss is an article of clothing removed. Last one standing takes the pot.”
 
Rai arched an eyebrow. “Ten Kings? Really?” The battle-based card game was seldom played in any gambling houses, mainly because there was too much skill and too little luck involved to make it a profitable fixture for the casinos to add it to their floors.
 
There were over seven hundred different cards in Ten Kings, arranged into over a dozen fifty-card decks. A player could mix and match from different decks to customize their own build, but they could play with no more than fifty cards.
 
There were environmental cards like Desert, Swamp, City, Forest, Tundra, Mountains, and many more. These set the location for the battle to take place. Different environments favored different playstyles and characters. Any elf character card was granted an additional point to the health and damage in the Forest, any walking creature cards were at a half-speed disadvantage in the Swamp, and so on.
 
There were utility cards like Mithral Armor, Tower Shield, Repeating Crossbow, Blunderbuss, Fireball, Flawless Mirror, Poison, Heavy Galleon, and countless more. These were the game-changers. They radically altered how a character could move, attack, defend, and what extra spells they could use.
 
There were also character cards. These were artistic encapsulations of some of the world’s greatest generals, assassins, sharpshooters, wizards, swordsmen, heroes, and villains from recorded history. To have one’s card painted and passed into circulation was one of the highest honors—it was an announcement of one’s status as a figure of legend. Deirdre Morningstar. The Watcher of Veldaren. Jean le Flambeur. Drizzt Do’Urden. Kirin Jindosh. Garret One-Eye. Artemis Entreri. To rub shoulders with them was to stand immortalized, card game or not.
 
“It’s not really a gambling game, per se,” Sarveena tilted her head in thought. “The same way that chess isn’t played at a casino.”
 
“But Ten Kings is played in tournaments, and most every adventurer has shuffled a deck or two on the road.”
 
Sarveena sighed. “Fine. I think I brought my deck with me. Throw my pack over here.”
 
While the hobgoblin was rummaging around at the bottom of her backpack, Vale popped the snap on a pouch on her belt and withdrew a rectangular stack of embossed cards. Rai whispered a quick spell and stuck her hand through a small crack that split the air in front of her. Her hand disappeared into some pocket dimension all the way to the elbow, then the shoulder. They heard the creak of a wooden chest opening, followed by random clutter being knocked aside. At last, the sorceress made a little grunt of accomplishment and pulled her hand back through the portal, clutching a pack of Ten Kings cards.
 
They shuffled each other’s decks before passing the stacks back to their owners. None of them were the type to cheat—at least not cheat anybody in this particular room—but a willingness to let an opponent shuffle the cards was part of the custom. They rolled dice to determine the order of the turns. Sarveena rolled highest and won the first spot. Rai’s bad luck was still holding steady—she would be going last.
 
They drew eight cards apiece. Rai’s hand was not bad. Her deck was built for magic and controlling the battlefield. Archmage Greeth. The Lion of Karak. Grassy Plains. Entangle. Bastun the Exile. Flash Flood. Ice Blast. Phantom Steed. She had some pearls in there, but she would need time to play Archmage Greeth. The Lion of Karak would be most useful against a deity-heavy deck build, one that focused on clerics and divine magic.
 
“Dried Riverbed.” Sarveena laid down the appropriate card, deciding the environment for her third of the arena. She drew a new card to replace the one she’d just played.
 
There were whole realms of information that serious players had to memorize—game variants played using fewer cards or more, players drawing from a communal pile, game variants where the objective was to recreate an actual battle from history as accurately as possible through the cards. All unnecessary for Rai. Instead, she had to focus mainly on remembering the nuances of playing what was traditionally a two-player game in a three-player variant.
 
“Bandit Camp.” Vale set the stage for her third of the map. Bandit Camp was a very good card. She wouldn’t have to keep drawing from her deck, hoping to draw a weapon or armor. The Bandit Camp card guaranteed that Vale would have immediate access to mundane weapons and armor. Nothing enchanted or incredibly powerful, mostly just iron or steel. But sometimes having a crude sword in hand immediately was better than waiting four or five rounds for Mordenkainen’s Eldritch Blade of Extravagant Bloodletting to wind up in her hand.
 
There were strategies for when a player should use her best, most powerful cards. There were counters that were vestigial leftovers from ancient versions of the game that came into play for certain obscure scenarios. There were strategies to thin an opponent’s deck. Theories as to how to balance play styles when addressing decks of certain build types. Ten Kings was a game of mathematics, managing piles of numbers and playing odds. Playing against a certain deck in a certain situation, your opponent would have a one in twenty-seven chance of having the perfect card to stop you.
 
“Grassy Plains.” Rai played the card, solidifying the full arena that they would play in. She drew a replacement card. Immediately frowned. Succubus.
 
Sarveena played Captain Nerevar Itruscall. Itruscall was a famous leader of a band of mercenary heroes from before the Spellplague. It was said that he was so charismatic, and his band was kept in such high esteem, that he regularly recruited a new two or three recruits every time he stopped in a city. His card carried on that legacy—each round, Sarveena could forego the good captain’s movement and spawn an additional mercenary with the same weapons and armor as the man himself. It was best to play such a card early, as such a card could create a full squad of battle-ready mercenaries in a few rounds if it wasn’t taken out quickly.
 
Vale played Orlov Heartseeker and paired him with Rifled Repeating Musket. One of the best sharpshooters in human history, Orlov could skewer a tossed coin from two hundred feet with a compound longbow. He had met a somewhat ignoble end about four hundred years ago when a startled horse had kicked his skull in. As a result, his card could attack from anywhere on the map, as long as he had line of sight on an enemy, but Vale absolutely could not deploy any horse or cavalry unit as long as Orlov was on the field. Paired with Rifled Repeating Musket, Orlov could attack three times per turn instead of the usual single attack. The tradeoff was that there was a one in thirty-six chance that the powder magazine would ignite and blow the musket up in his hands.
 
Rai played Bastun the Exile. According to the story surrounding him, he had been a member of a tribe of northern berserkers who had been banished for breaking one of the tribe’s edicts. He was sent to a far away keep to serve as the historian and magical adept on the edge of their lands. As part of his banishment, he was forbidden to cast any spells during the day, as it was said that the magically suspicious barbarian gods would turn away during the night, allowing him to practice his foul sorceries under cover of darkness. There were seven time segments of the game: Predawn Morning, Dawn, Mid-Morning, High Noon, Predusk Evening, Dusk, and Midnight. Each segment lasted two full rounds.
 
Bastun the Exile could only be paired with a spell card during the night segments of the game—Dusk, Midnight, and Predawn Morning. As a spellcaster, that would have crippled him, but the game compensated by starting him off with a collection of magical baubles, like rings, amulets, and the like, as they didn’t require him to technically cast a spell. By all accounts, the real Bastun had capitalized on a similar loophole to survive the trials of his harsh winter land banishment.
 
“A young lord came to the Artist’s Guild two… no, three years ago,” Vale said out of nowhere. “Sometimes they commission the painters of a guild to ink a new card. You know, when a new hero or villain makes it into legend, or when a new tool is invented and incorporated into the game.
 
Beneath her lingerie, Vale was covered in a swirling tapestry of elaborate and magical tattoos. Many of them she had done herself, but there were some in places that she couldn’t reach. Joining the Artist’s Guild as a rune crafter and tattoo artist was an easy way to get access to other artists and their services for free.
 
“What was the card?” Sarveena asked, casually playing Adamantine Swords and pairing it with Captain Nerevar. Now his attacks would bypass most armors and damage reductions. She also played a new mercenary recruit for Nerevar’s lack of movement that turn. The Adamantine Swords card’s effect cascaded to all mercenaries controlled by the captain.
 
“Uhhh, Deep Crystal Golem, I think. So this lord comes into the guild. Deep tan. Sameyah family. From a line of glassblowers, like, four or five generations back in Calimport. He swaggers in, new and cocksure, and offers to play some of us lowly ink-scrawlers in a few games. I guess he wanted to show the wealth gap between the people who make the cards and the people who play the cards.”
 
She laid down Watchdog. With that card, even invisible enemies could be detected by the dog’s scent tracking ability.
 
“Little lord sounds like a little dick.” Sarveena reordered the cards in her hand, then nodded in acceptance.
 
“He was. Over the course of the night, he went through a small fortune. The ink witches and rune crafters that he played with that night might not have been wealthy, but they had studied all the cards over the years, the same way you would study the techniques of any colleague in the trade. The brush strokes. The embossing around the edges. The even dispersion of the lacquer finish. The shadowing. They played for fun on occasion, but they were more knowledgeable on the cards than many of the master players.”
 
Rai checked her hand. She had a few spell cards, none of which she could use with Bastun until night fell in five more turns. She played Lion of Karak instead. She drew a replacement card.
 
“The guild members were decent people, not wolves,” Vale continued. Sarveena played her hand and spawned another mercenary recruit. Vale countered with a triple shot from Orlov’s musket that killed one of the mercenaries and wounded the captain. Sarveena grumbled and removed her negligée as penalty for losing a character. “They could see what was happening. They told the young nobleman to quit. He refused. He won often enough that he kept hope, and I could see the resignation on their faces: he loses a small fortune, and perhaps it teaches him a lesson, so be it.”
 
They played through the rounds to High Noon. Rai brought out Archmage Greeth and cast Obscuring Fog to hide her from Orlov and his devastating musket. Sarveena began to march on the bandit camp with five mercenaries accompanying Captain Nerevar. Using torches, they set fire to the camp’s kegs of stolen moonshine. Orlov escaped, but the Watchdog was killed while mauling one of the mercenaries. Vale moved Orlov through the Obscuring Fog into Rai’s territory, using the cover to create distance.
 
After her Watchdog was dispatched, Vale unrolled her stockings from her slender, toned feet. She wiggled her toes and extended one long graceful leg to a ballerina’s point. Sarveena’s underwear pulsed at her groin, and slowly a bulge began to grow.
 
This was the midgame: the point at which the basic environment and basic players had been staged, and now the more powerful cards typically came into play.
 
“What happened to the Calimport noble?” Sarveena asked, laying down Dwarven Full Plate and pairing it to her mercenary captain. Combined with Adamantine Swords, she’d be very slow moving in all that gear, but nearly invincible to all damage.
 
“Dawn came, and he had nothing, and there was this moment where he bet a small estate in Calimport in order to stay in. The look on his face is etched into my memory.”
 
“Let me guess.” Rai used Bastun’s belt chain totem to conjure a whip of green flame, then set it loose in the tall grass. The whip slid around him like a serpent, constantly on the lookout for anyone to enter into his orbit. “Terror, but elation, too. There’s something potent in knowing that you’ve pushed your life to one of its pivots. The air gets thin, and you feel crazy, but alive.”
 
Vale nodded. “Everybody was looking at that young lord. But I was looking at everyone else. And I realized a few things all at once about the nature of Ten Kings.” Vale moved to lay down a card, thought better of it, and chose a different one. Erevis Cale entered the fight, a fleet-footed assassin and master thief. Erevis was a human-shade and chosen of Mask, the deity that patroned the Night Mask’s Thieves’ Guild in Selgaunt. He had an insane ability to regenerate from grievous wounds as long as it was night. Rai would have to target that juggernaut first before night fell in the next three turns.
 
“First, I learned that the small fortune he’d lost was not a small fortune to him, and the estate he’d bet was probably the last thing his family owned. To him this wasn’t a lesson; this was ruin. Second, the guildmaster Aheyyad Shimshun was no mediocre player. I was sitting behind him and saw that he had a winning hand, and he had the wealth to risk playing it. He was an expert, but an expert who took pains to rarely win, because he’d found something that was more valuable to him than winning small fortunes and becoming known as a great player of Ten Kings.”
 
Erevis used his tracking ability in the Obscuring Fog to locate Archmage Greeth and slipped a poisoned dagger between his ribs. As a follower of the deity Mask, the Lion of Karak card drove him into a fit of religious terror. For every attack that he delivered on an enemy, he would also harm himself in a apoplectic convulsion of madness. He stabbed Archmage Greeth once and twice, then turned the blade on himself two times.
 
On Rai’s turn, she played Fireball and dropped it behind Erevis so that he was caught on the very edge of the blast while Greeth was outside the radius. The damage brought the human-shade assassin to a sliver of health. Rai let herself start to think that she might beat Erevis before night fell… then Orlov Heartseeker shot Archmage Greeth three times in the head and killed him.
 
“Shit!” Rai growled, unhooking her bra and shaking her breasts free. She had magnificently weighty mammaries—great, sloping, teardrop-shaped pillows of fat that jutted slightly outward from her chest. As soon as they were put on display, Sarveena started jutting a little something of her own, grunting in discomfort as the bulge at her crotch threatened to rip a hole through her panties. A wet spot formed at the peak of her pitched tent, and Sarveena had to adjust her position to find a more comfortable way to sit without pinching the sensitive meat of her growing genitals.
 
Vale made a mistake on the next round, not correctly calculating the cascading effect of the cards’ abilities on each other, and watched Sarveena put together a brilliant series. Her mercenaries spread out, seven of them now, and boxed Orlov in with a pincer movement. Vale’s play style mirrored her personality: when it came to risk of any sort, she preferred to stay at a comfortable distance, choosing to run when the risk came too close.
 
Or rather, not run necessarily. More like she always tried to stall and evade until she could gain an advantage. Vale was never one to take the fight on the terms that she was given.
 
Of course, Sarveena was very different. Where Vale always sought to engage on the best possible terms, Sarveena was experienced enough in real world fights to know that you have to be willing to take what was available. By the next turn, her mercenary squad full of farmers, tanners, and greenhorns tore apart the greatest human sharpshooter who ever lived with his remarkably powerful musket.
 
“Alas, poor Orlov,” Vale bemoaned. “I knew him not very well.” She unclasped her bra, shaking loose her own impressive breasts. The tattoos that lined those ripe fuckmelons drew Sarveena’s eye to each enticing ripple of supple titflesh.
 
Vale was down to just her panties hiding the plump mound of her pussy and disappearing into her ass crack, beautifully bisecting her jiggling bubble-ass. Rai was also clad in only her thong, the tiny strip of material almost devoured by an obscene cameltoe as the waistband sliced high up on each hip. Sarveena was the most clothed among them, still wearing her bra, her chemise, and a ludicrously warped pair of panties that were moments away from ripping away entirely due to the forearm-length tent she was currently pitching.
 
“Finish your story,” Rai prompted Vale. “What did the guildmaster learn from Ten Kings that was so important?”
 
“Hmm?” Vale stared as if she’d forgotten. “Oh! Right! What he was really doing every time he played was taking the measure of those he played with. Finding not just their tells, but how they reacted to the whims of fate and fortune. The young lord was born into privilege, but lacked the patience and experience to hold onto it. He played the game the same way he lived his life—starting each round with the most powerful cards, but having no idea about the subtleties of how they interacted with other strategies. The guildmaster was always looking for insight into his opponents through the game. Was this governess greedy? Did this soldier get so focused on one opponent that he ignored a true threat? Was this humble spice merchant smarter than anyone knew?” Vale’s eyes danced. “When the big bets are on the table, it’s good to know which character in that little drama you are.”
 
“Can one of you hurry up and kill one of my guys so I can take this off?” She gripped the drooling tip of her absurdly huge cockbulge and mashed it downward. As soon as she let go, it chopped back up with frightening rigidity. “If it gets any tighter, it’s gonna slice my legs off at the ass cheeks.”
 
Sarveena moved her small army of mercenaries into the Dried Riverbed toward Rai and Vale’s remaining characters. With Archmage Greeth dead, Obscuring Mist dissipated into the wind, revealing the wounded Bastun and Erevis. The riverbed was deep and steep on both sides; it would take Captain Nerevar and his men two turns to cross to the other side, after which Vale and Rai would immediately be stomped into the ground by a bunch of hillbillies wearing Dwarven Full Plate armor.
 
With the Lion of Karak still in play, Erevis couldn’t attack Bastun without injuring himself too. With Erevis at such low health, Vale would kill her last remaining character and Rai’s as well, handing victory over to Sarveena. Instead, she used her turn to play Path of the Chosen, a deity card that reinforced Erevis’s god-given powers, albeit at the cost of a little more health. It dropped Erevis right to the threshold of dying, but the Lion of Karak was destroyed and removed from the board.
 
“I’m coming for you, little snowman,” Vale whispered menacingly to Bastun the Exile’s card. “Gonna put you over my knee, just you wait.”
 
“You can’t spank a card,” Rai pointed out to her.
 
“Actually, that last part was directed at you.”
 
Rai’s turn came. She played the Succubus card with a grumble.
 
“Ouch. Desperate times, huh?” Sarveena winced.
 
“Apparently.” Rai sighed. “I’m about to get spanked over Vale’s knee, remember?”
 
Vale sat up. “What’d I miss?”
 
“Rai doesn’t like the Succubus.”
 
“Why not? It’s a decent card.”
 
“The card isn’t the problem.” Rai glared morosely at the artistic encapsulation on the card. A reclining, gorgeous woman with jaw-dropping curves sat amid a pile of bodies—men and women of all races. Her hands and feet were stained dark red, her fingers were unusually long, and her tongue longer still. Demonic horns curved up and back from her forehead, similar to Rai’s own. The people surrounding her were opening their wrists and pouring their lifeblood over her skin, seemingly bathing her in it. Rivers of red ran down the valley between her gigantic breasts and into the delta between her thighs. Her head was turned to the side, tongue out and dragging across the sweat-salted flesh of another woman, circling around her throat and curving up to her ear, as if poised to penetrate the ear canal with honeyed words.
 
She shuddered. “I have a… disagreement with the artist’s chosen model for the card.”
 
Before any further questions could be fielded her way, Rai used Bastun the Exile to attack Erevis Cale. It was like sending a housecat to fight a… well, a god-chosen assassin and master thief. But this particular assassin had barely enough blood left in him to fill a thimble, and all Rai had to do was land a single attack.
 
Luck be some other lady tonight, because Bastun the Supreme Lord of Crushing Disappointment missed an attack against an enemy that could barely even stand upright.
 
At the start of Sarveena’s turn, they moved into the Dusk time setting. The diminished light made it harder for Sarveena’s small army—now ten strong—to climb out of the riverbed. They would take one extra turn.
 
As night fell, Erevis’s power surged, his wounds restitched themselves with shadowstuff, and Rai was immediately fucked.
 
“I’m going, I’m going,” Rai already started lifting her ass so she could remove her panties, anticipating the death of one of her characters.
 
Erevis attacked four times per turn at night, and Vale targeted all of those attacks at the Succubus. “Since you don’t like her that much, I’ll just go ahead and take her off the board.”
 
“Hold on,” Rai countered. “The Succubus has a nighttime ability called Third Time’s the Charm. When a third attack lands on her at night, she… umm… well, the card just says ‘transfers the pain into promises of pleasure’. But basically, she gets the chance to charm her attacker.”
 
Vale read the fine print of the card with a squint. “I’ll be damned. I thought you didn’t memorize card abilities very well?”
 
Rai shook her head. “I know the Succubus abilities. Not the card, but the creature.” She cleared her throat and tossed a coin to see if the charm ability worked. In a coin toss, heads always favored the player, tails favored the opponent. The coin flipped in the air, spinning wildly in a sharp vertical arc. Then it hit the floor and bounced, wobbled from side to side.
 
The king’s ugly, bearded face squinted back at her.
 
“HAH!!” Rai clapped her hands. “Sweet fainting goats on a boat! You’re charmed, you little bald assassin bastard! For two turns, Erevis follows my command.”
 
That completed Vale’s turn, and the game moved on to Rai. Sarveena would be moving her heavily armed and armored platoon of mercenaries out of the riverbed as soon as Rai’s turn was over. With Bastun and the Succubus injured nearly to the point of death, her best bet was to throw a fully-powered Erevis Cale at the mercenaries before she lost control of him again. With night on in full now, the assassin would be at his most powerful level. He could probably take out half of the mercenaries before they overwhelmed her. But even half would still be enough to kill her forces. Wait a minute. Night was on in full. Bastun could cast.
 
She checked her hand again. Saw the card staring back at her. It was like she could feel the parabolic swing of luck’s pendulum moving away from her run of bad fortune.
 
“Bastun casts Flash Flood on the Dried Riverbed!” She slammed the card down.
 
“What?” Sarveena leans forward in disbelief. “Flash Flood?”
 
Rai showed her the card. “It alters the terrain in low-lying areas. The sides of the riverbed are higher than their heads.
 
“Then I’ll swim!” the hobgoblin insisted.
 
“Look at your card attachments.” Rai had been doing her best to just about stay alive, hardly having the time to plan ahead at all. But now she saw a path unfolding out of the chaos around her. “Dwarven Full Plate armor weighs two hundred pounds and takes five minutes to remove.”
 
Sarveena gasped, sputtered, flailed. Her enormous cock bounced and wobbled from side to side with her animated movements. Finally, after exhausting all her options, the muscular hobgoblin sagged. “Damn.”
 
Before Rai’s turn was done, she used the Succubus’s drain ability on Erevis next. “Basically… and I’ll spare you the details… but Erevis will spend the whole night humping the Succubus. From now until Predawn Morning, she’s going to be draining him, in more ways than one—”
 
“Heyoohh!” Sarveena laughed in spite of losing the game. “I see what you did there.”
 
“—and the Succubus replenishes her health as Erevis grows weaker with every thrust. And when she finally empties him—”
 
“Heyoohh!”
 
“—then his heart will explode in the morning.”
 
“Death by snu-snu.” Vale chewed her bottom lip. She slid her fingers into the waistband of her panties and started peeling them down her long, shapely legs. “There are certainly worse ways to go.”
 
“And now that I’m dead…,” Sarveena moaned aloud, “it’s time to get out of these torture devices!”
 
“I mean, the game’s already over,” Rai pointed out.
 
Vale leaned over and hung her still warm panties on one of the sorceress’s horns. “Not so fast,” she purred, intoxicating arousal flaring up behind her eyes. “Tell me more about that Succubus ability. I mean, how does she push a stoic, willful assassin into a fit of life-destroying lust? What kind of moves does she have?”
 
“Moves?”
 
“Mm-hmm.” She ran her fingers along Rai’s hand, eliciting a flurry of little blue sparks that jumped between them. “I think you’re gonna have to tell me the details. All the details.”
 
Rai could smell the precum boiling in Sarveena’s balls, the slightly salty maleness of her cockmeat. Combined with the fragrance seething from Vale’s pussy, Rai’s brain was having a hard time holding onto the thoughts of her crushing loss downstairs.
 
As Sarveena had expected.
 
Yes, Sarveena knew many ways to butter up the sorceress after she left the card tables with her pockets turned out. Drink, yes. Good food, yes. Soft bed, yes. Hard cock, definite yes. But Rai’s sexuality tended toward the softness of women moreso than men. If Sarveena could slap a big ol’ hog across her rump, then Rai would certainly find pleasure in being in a ‘conventional’ penis-vagina interface for the night. But Sarveena had long suspected that Rai’s libido held a special spot for pussy.
 
Truth be told, the monstercocked hobgoblin couldn’t even begrudge Rai’s preferences: good pussy was straight-up divine.
 
Sarveena had taken on quite a few jobs from the bounty boards over the years, and she had a laughably predictable habit when it came to how she spent her hard-earned coin. Every time her adrenaline got pumping from raiding a cave or slaying a monster, she got a fat sack of gold to weigh her down. But, of course, adrenaline had a funny way of building in a hobgoblin, and when she returned to the city flush with gold, her purse wasn’t the only sack that had gotten heavy. She’d spill the contents of one sack on the counter at the nearest brothel, then spill the contents of her other sack in whichever one of the squealing, moaning girls caught her eye. How much gold she had when she left the brothel depended greatly on how many hours she needed to drain her snake into a warm, wet, squelching, slurping—
 
“FUCK!” Sarveena shoved her panties down and her staggering behemoth exploded out. It was fully hard, but had been painfully almost folded in half by the restrictive garment stretched to its absolute maximum. She heaved a great, ragged groan of relief as her enormous unit wobbled up and down, sticking straight up out from her lap. It stood terrifyingly tall, well over the length of her own leg all the way to the knee. Sixteen inches, Sarveena knew, as she had to carefully tailor the inseams of her trousers to match the mighty length. It was intimidatingly girthy and more than enough to give a strong-bodied orc woman a reason to pause—for a slender race like the elves, the danger this fleshy spear posed was doubled.
 
“Umm…” Vale began, staring wide-eyed in disbelief. It was as thick as the elf’s thigh. “Do you need to go take care of something, Sarvie?”
 
“I never leave a table when there’s still a pot to be had.” Sarveena grabbed and pushed her meaty log to the left, then the right, as if the fat fuckstaff required stretching after escaping from its confining prison. When she was done, it almost seemed like the fleshy monster had grown another inch or two. “Double or nothing: I’ll add the rest of my purse to the pot. Now, why don’t we make things interesting?”
 
“Ten Kings again?”
 
But Sarveena wagged a finger back and forth. “Uh-uh,” she said deviously, and she even shook her hips to send her gargantuan monolith wagging side to side in an identical way, like it was the larger, freakishly muscle-bound big brother to her index finger. “A test of sexual prowess.”
 
Vale leaned in. “Ooh, I like that.” Then, a little too quickly and with a noticeable blush, she blurted, “Pussies versus cocks? Whichever team ends the night having given the most orgasms gets the pot.”
 
“I once made a tiefling squirt in the triple digits in a single night,” Sarveena warned, slowly pumping fresh blood into her throbbing fucklog. “I was banned from a brothel in Sandpoint for causing water damage from all the pussy juice saturating the timbers.”
 
“Then it shouldn’t be hard for you to win your money back.”
 
“It’ll probably take us both to fully drain that monster, Vale,” Rai teased, pulling her panties down her legs and slingshotting them with her toe to thud softly in Sarveena’s chest and drop into her lap. “I happen to know a special trick that makes her shoot quicker than a crossbow with a faulty trigger. If you help me out with her, I’ll split the pot with you.”
 
“Deal!”
 
Rai was so busy admiring Vale’s curves that she almost missed how the elf had insinuated them on a team together. Whether intentional or not, the tattooed elf had just given herself a two-out-of-three chance that she would walk away with half of the pot. Either it was intentional, or Vale had just accidentally let slip her preference for Rai.
 
“Collaborative effort?” Sarveena gasped. “How dare you! This kind of despicable team-building behavior goes against the very ‘fuck-everyone-but-me’ spirit that made this country what it is today.”
 
“You weren’t complaining about ‘collaborative effort’ when the Witch sisters were lezzing out for you last week. Paid a pretty premium to have both of them sent to your room at the brothel. And I seem to recall you slinking bashfully back downstairs less than five minutes later with a very embarrassed look on your face.”
 
“You leave Hazel and Scarlet out of this,” Sarveena insisted. “Their asses are literally magical. Five minutes is a lifetime between those cheeks!”
 
“That’s the special trick?” Vale asked, sliding a hand down to touch the wet lips of her elven cunny. Instantly, Rai’s draconic olfactory senses were blasted with the fragrance of fertile elven pussy.
 
“Sarveena always hires two whores when she desperately needs to blow her load. Girl-on-girl is the chink in her Dwarven Full Plate sexual stamina armor.”
 
“I told you that in confidence!”
 
“No, you didn’t,” Rai argued. “I ain’t no priest.”
 
Vale smirked naughtily. “Wait.” She stared at that sixteen-inch indomitable fuckpillar rising all the way to Sarveena’s chin. “So you mean to tell me if I cup Rai’s breast like this…”
 
“Don’t you do it!”
 
“…and slide my hand around the back of her neck like so…”
 
“I’m w-warning you!”
 
“…and she puts her hand on my hot elven pussy like this…”
 
“…ohhhh gods… my potion of stamina is around her somewhere…”
 
“… and then I lock my lips over hers a slide my tongue into her mouth like thimmmmpph…”
 
Sarveena grabbed her cock in a deathgrip to hold back the surge of semen, but it was no use. Her hands-free orgasm rocketed her jizz up that monstrous shaft with so much pressure that the ensuing blast shot all the way up to the ceiling, exploding on impact and raining outward in a splattering shower of hot, goopy cum.
 
Vale giggled into Rai’s mouth, then gasped at the tingling shock that jumped from the sorceress’s tongue to her own. Her fine elven hair began to drift upward in a frizzing orb of static magnetism. Game or not, Rai could smell the powerful scent of arousal that permeated the room, and it was driving her instincts into a frenzy of need.
 
Rai pushed back against Vale, driving her to the floor, and Rai came down on top of her. Her fingers danced and rubbed the elf’s soft, slippery folds, sending another series of electric shivers straight to her clit like a lightning rod. Soon Vale was no longer performing for the benefit of Sarveena, but actively participating for the sake of her own pleasure. Her legs parted wider, and Rai swallowed her soft moans just as Vale’s soft pussy swallowed her fingers.
 
It wasn’t a strong shock, but more a vibrational hum, and it absolutely rocked Vale’s world the instant those fingers touched her g-spot. She could only take two of Rai’s fingers at first, middle and ring fingers wriggling away inside her. She pressed them against the roof of Vale’s pussy tunnel and curled them inward in a sort of ‘come hither’ gesture. As soon as she did, Vale’s pelvis bucked into the palm of her hand and intense pulses of pleasure jolted her senses.
 
Vale closed her eyes. That light touch—two fingers on her g-spot, a thumb grazing her sensitive clit—filled her world. Rai moved just a little bit faster, pursuing Vale’s pleasure.
 
Vale moaned. Semen dripped from the ceiling and pelted her cheek. It ran down her face and over her lips. She felt the teasing touch of Rai’s tongue, questing and hungry, capture the warm glob of jizz and pull it back into her mouth. Vale kissed her back, tasting the semen that passed between their tongues.
 
“That’s not fucking fair!” Sarveena groaned, her voice shaking from the fast movement of her pumping fist rattling her whole body. Her prick was still harder than diamond, and cum was still dribbling over her fingers from the last orgasm when a second one crashed into her out of nowhere. “Noooo! You’re… teaming up… I’m already two orgasms behind… gotta… g-gotta start catching… up…”
 
Sarveena knee-walked over to them as the two women made out on the floor. Rai was on top, and her ass was raised high in the air, swaying hypnotically. Twin globes of taut tiefling tush wobbled enticingly with warm softness. Her brutish cock bucked in her strong grip, drooling with precum from the fist-sized head. Beneath Rai’s butt cheeks were the velvety folds of Vale’s elven pussy. Her labia were plump and juicy, and Sarveena ached to plow one or the other. But she didn’t want to defile one of them in front of the other; this was supposed to be about hooking the two women up together, not dangling a juicy fruit in front of one of them and then taking a big bite first.
 
Gritting her teeth, Sarveena slapped her cock down between Rai’s ass cheeks, sinking into the fleshy-fat crevice with a pleased sigh. She started sawing back and forth, electric pleasure sizzling up and down her length. The moans of the two women were driving her wild!
 
Vale bucked against Rai, melting around the tiefling’s fingers. She shuddered, surrendering, giving herself over to the orgasm. Rai lifted her toward ecstasy with great skill, her fingers playing just the right chords on Vale’s g-spot and clit. Her pleasure mounted to the orgasm gradually, as slow and inevitable as the incoming tide.
 
Rai’s mind was spinning with the conflicting opposites of pussy beneath her and cock behind her. She was jealous of Sarveena, if she was honest. As a magic user, Rai’s fingers were quite adroit at the delicate intricacies of spellcrafting and lady-pleasing. But she knew that her fingers would not feel pleasure the same way that the hobgoblin’s obscene tool could. Even now, she could feel the fleshy pillar sliding between her butt cheeks—long, long strokes that massaged a special and insidious warmth deep into her loins. It was like her pussy—and Vale’s pussy too—naturally longed for a phallic shape to sheathe inside their wet sleeves.
 
“Our pussies are so wet for you, Sarvie,” Rai said, chewing her lip.
 
“And so hot!” Vale added, grinding the wet, warm delta against Rai’s muff.
 
“Gods dammit…,” Sarveena growled, moments before a goopy bolt of cum slapped Rai’s spine and painted a pearly stripe up her back. But the obelisk between her glutes didn’t soften at all.
 
Sarveena pulled her cock away, then lined it up between their legs, mashing her still cumming cockhead against the hot compress of their scissoring pussies. Her cock pushed Rai’s fingers away from Vale’s twat, but the tiefling dragonborn simply found another hole for her wet fingers. Pushing them into Vale’s mouth, the elf sucked the digits clean, moaning as soon as the fat, vein-choked monster slid between their nethers.
 
They continued to make out and writhe around Sarveena’s length as the hobgoblin’s deep grunting started. That rigid monster slammed forward between their bellies, driving all the way up to their tits. Sarveena’s cock melted as it slid between the indentations of their twin slits, feeling their lips part around her swollen member. On any other day, Sarveena would control the pace in the bedroom. With her strong muscles and hard-earned stamina, she could plow a woman for hours without tiring. ‘Quick with one spear, and sloooooow with the other’, that’s what they said of her.
 
Stupid Rai taking advantage of her ONE WEAKNESS!
 
“Poor Sarveena… getting caught in another FLASH FLOOD….”
 
“Shit!” She grunted, feeling her balls clench again. She spilled another fat load of cocksnot into the tunnel of their mashed bellies. Of course, that only served to lubricate the channel even more, giving her a slimy, slippery, sucking tunnel to fuck harder.
 
“I can’t believe… she’s hitting my tits!” Vale stammered in start-and-stop grunts. Sarveena’s hips were a blur. Having been on the receiving end of that cock many times, inside and out, Rai could understand how difficult it was to talk.
 
“She’s bigger… than a billy club!” Rai agreed. “Bigger than all… of my toys… put together! But once… you’ve had her fat shaft… drilling your pussy… a normal size just won’t do!”
 
Sarveena swelled with pride at that. It was always good to get a five-star review! She hammered in between them with long, deep strokes, letting them feel how far her cock would reach inside them. The bulging veins of her cock abraded over their sensitive folds and stiff clits, and soon she felt the two women convulse in shared climax, spraying their hot squirt around her throbbing beast.
 
Finally, Sarveena had some points on the scoreboard!
 
She gritted her teeth and recited from memory the statistics for every weapon she could think of. Dagger. Short sword. Longsword. Bastard sword. Greatsword. Broadsword. Cutlass. Scimitar. Saber. Rapier. Barely knewier. Not funny… don’t cum yet. Kukri. Khopesh. Short spear. Long spear. Pike. Halberd. Dirk. Javelin. Lance. Trident. Don’t cum! Punch dagger. Spiked knuckles. Boot knife. Belt knife. Katana. Fucking weebs. Tonfa. Shuriken. Cane sword. I need one of those. Hatchet. Battleaxe. War axe. Battle hammer. Warhammer. Too expensive, costs 40k.
 
She heard the familiar thump of a broom handle poking the ceiling on the floor below them. “Keep it down up there!” The five words she heard most often when she was in a rutting mood.
 
Sarveena clenched a fist and pounded the floor hard enough to crack the floorboards. They all heard a squeak of surprise on the floor below. “Go to hell!” She roared back.
 
After causing structural damage to the building, the other tenants elected to keep their heads down and stay out of it.
 
The hours wore on. She picked up Rai and pinned her against the cold glass window overlooking the street. The sorceress’s breasts squished against the glass surface, her breath fogging the window. Sarveena took her from behind, sliding her giant dick through her quivering slit. Rai thrust back against her, crying out as a hot bar of throbbing flesh skewered her pussy. The hobgoblin woman had the stamina to go for days, sweat dripping down her body and over the curves of each muscle.
 
“Oh, fuck!” she ran her tongue over her pointed teeth. “Oh, fuck! I love it when people can see me plowing a hot piece of ass!”
 
“Yessss!”
 
“Let’s put on a show!”
 
Rai let her drill her pussy against the window until her legs were weak. Blue-white jolts of electricity jumped from Rai’s skin, illuminating the room in quick flashes so brightly that the people wandering the streets at night could clearly see the women fucking through the bedroom window. Sarveena’s ball churned and percolated with a slurping, sloshing stew of jizz that seemed to replicate inside her nuts by the second. Pressure built, and her gonads grew heavier, and the muscled woman pounded Rai so hard that the window frame cracked and splintered in the wall where her hands pressed against it.
 
But she didn’t let Vale get away with her teasing either. Once the window was too dangerously compromised to continue fucking against it, Sarveena threw the two women onto the bed where she could take their exercise horizontal. She took whichever womanly hole didn’t have a woman’s tongue or fingers on or in it.. One of the bed’s legs broke from her pounding Vale into the mattress.
 
Vale and Rai also had plenty of time to explore their bodies. Their hot slits mashed together and dribbled copious juices where they scissored madly, soaking the bedsheets with hot squirt. Their hands each grabbed handfuls of tit or the meaty bubble of an ass, squeezing and kneading and groping one another.
 
And there was a hole in the wall from where Vale had cum so hard on Rai’s face that her convulsing body had driven her fist through the plaster and into the adjoining room. One opportunistic young gentleman saw what was happening and decided to get in on the action by thrusting his prick through the impromptu gloryhole. Sarveena had to give him points for boldness, but the underwhelming size of his length made his dick unsuitable for anything other than flossing their teeth.
 
“I’m probably gonna lose my deposit on the room,” Sarveena groaned, late into the fifth or sixth or tenth hour of sex. “But, well, the loins want what the loins want, as they say.”
 
“Nobody says that,” Rai assured her, her voice breathless.
 
“That’s some pretty self-assured talk for someone with a load of cum in their mouth.”
 
“What do you mean? I don’t have cum in myaaahhhrrrbbbbllllgggghhhh!!”
 
And the night still continued for many more hours. They fucked Sarveena until she was so dehydrated that her voice cracked with every uttered word, and at last the hobgoblin had to tap out before her body started sucking moisture out of her tear ducts next.
 
But Rai and Vale were like a perpetual motion machine, each one reinforcing the other, coaxing out one orgasm after another. Rai’s fingers traced the elf’s nethers, following the curve of each labia fold still glistening with wetness. Vale jumped and bucked, breath in her throat, body going rigid as the dragonborn’s fingers pushed inside her.
 
Vale gripped Rai’s butt in both hands and pulled her mons over her mouth, sealing it with her lips. While Rai’s fingers curled up and massaged her g-spot, Vale moaned as she ate the other girl out, hands squeezing and groping at Rai’s soft buttocks.
 
It was hard to tell who won the pot, but at a certain point most of the players had already forgotten the money anyway.
 
 

 
 
Rai rolled over in bed and found her face pressed into the cleavage of a tattooed elf. She moaned softly, hands coming up to drag her fingers across that velvety soft flesh. Her lips wrapped around a nipple, nipping playfully enough to make Vale moan in her sleep.
 
“Ahem.”
 
That didn’t sound like a moan in her sleep.
 
Rai tilted her head to the side of the bed and nearly jumped out of her skin at the tight-faced warrior woman looming over it. She wore a monstrous sword across her back that looked big enough to repurpose as a surfboard. Her hands sat at the hilts of two short blades strapped to her belt, which would undoubtedly prove more effective in the cramped room. And her frowning face immediately led Rai to assume that she owed her money for something.
 
“Greetings,” came an echoing, ethereal voice from behind the scowling wall of muscle. A slender feminine creature stepped out behind the warrior. Bright light blasted from her eyes and mouth as she spoke. “Be not afraid—”
 
“Ah!” In a blind panic, her dragonborn powers jumped from her in a jolting blast of electricity that shot out in all directions. Vale was jerked awake by the staticky shock coursing through her. Sarveena bolted upright on the floor, her hair and cock standing up stiff in equal measure. But the worst of all was the warrior woman, who, standing there fully geared for battle, found herself assaulted within the confines of her metal armor like a lightning rod to Rai’s electrical discharge. There was a sharp ZZZAP! noise and a flash of blue-white light as the woman was thrown backward.
 
Equal and opposite reactions being what they were, Rai was also thrown in the other direction, which happened to be out the open window that overlooked the public street. A stream of civilians going about their days caught the naked butt of a yelping tiefling plummeting out a window and crashing into a canvas awning, tangling herself in the canopy as it tore and dropped her roughly to the ground.
 
Her day was starting off GREAT.
 
“Are you okay?” The mysteriously illuminating woman called down in her ethereal, echoing voice. “Do you need help?”
 
“Uuugh, I’m fine,” Rai answered. “It’s nothing a Cure Wounds spell won’t fix.” She dusted herself, wrapped the canopy around her like a toga, and called out. “I’ll be right back up in a second.”
 
After stumbling into the inn and clomping up the stairs to Sarveena’s room, she found everyone a little miffed at her static outburst. The warrior woman was clenching and unclenching her fists to regain her muscle control. She always kept one hand on the hilt of one of her daggers, and Rai didn’t miss the way the woman stood between the Sarveena and the other mystery woman. Sarveena by far looked the most threatening, standing a head taller than a human, corded with muscle, and still sporting a murderously huge pole of morning wood.
 
The warrior woman with the huge sword was the only person in the room who didn’t have to look up to face Sarveena. She was tall and slender with yellow skin and bright black eyes sunken deep in their orbits. She had a long and angular skull with a small, flat nose, and pointed ears that were serrated on the back side. Much like Sarveena, her teeth were small and pointed.
 
Rai had never seen a githyanki up close before. And certainly never in a civilized city.
 
The other mystery woman cleared her throat in a crystalline resonance. When she opened her mouth again, bright light flashed. “We mean you no… hold on…” She saw them all wincing and shielding their eyes. After a quick whisper under her breath, the light diminished, and she tried again. “The two of us mean you no harm.”
 
“One of us does.” The githyanki sized up Rai critically.
 
“I am Erosylvanna Silverhearth, and this is my bodyguard, Jian’yi.”
 
Vale, still partially asleep, waved groggily at them. “Hey, did your parents name you after the princess or something?”
 
Erosylvanna blinked. “No.”
 
“Are you sure? Because there’s an aasimar princess who has… the same name… as…”
 
The aasimar curtsied slightly.
 
“Aw, shit.” Vale sat up, suddenly awake. “What can we do for you, your majesty?”
 
“Actually, ‘Majesty’ is usually reserved for the king and queen. ‘Your Grace’ would be quite sufficient to address a princess if we were at court. ‘High Luxlady Erosylvanna Silverhearth of the Sylvan Kingdom, first in line to the throne’, if I were in my complete finery and trappings of office. But if I were standing amid the carnal emissions and viscous leakings after a raucous night in a…,” she eyed the damage inflicted during last night’s festivities, “well-used room above a bar, I believe I’m to be called Rosy.”
 
“Ooookay… Rosyyyy.” Wow, that was weird. “Can I ask why you’re standing in my friend’s bedroom?”
 
Sarveena stretched her back, pushing her pelvis far out in front and arching her spine. Her sixteen-inch boner bounced and wobbled like a divining rod in search of wet pussy.
 
“I can think of a reason,” Sarveena answered lewdly. “Never had an aasimar before. I was told your race is distantly related to angels or something? Seems like it’d be kinda boring in the sack. But who am I to deny someone who wants a thrust from my spear?”
 
Jian’yi released the first inch of gleaming metal from her dagger’s sheath. “Thrust anything toward my lady uninvited and I will lop it off.”
 
Sarveena froze mid-pelvic thrust. Her cock was chafed raw from last night, but it seemed as if the erection didn’t much care about the physical state of its host. The aching behemoth throbbed and twitched, leaking a pearl of viscous precum.
 
“I think I know what’s going on here,” Sarveena said, pointing a finger at Jian’yi while her cock continued stirring the air in Rosy’s direction. “You’re supposed to protect, like, her virtue or something? Is she betrothed to someone already?” The hobgoblin’s eyes widened. “Wait a minute… are you two l-lesbians?”
 
At the mention of the word ‘lesbians’, her cock’s single pearl of precum transformed into a spitting bolt that launched several feet across the floor. After the initial boiling lance blasted out, her fat tube continued spilling a dribbling river of the syrupy fluid from her eagerly twitching tip. Sarveena regarded her own erect cock with a frown. “Quiet, you. You’re embarrassing me.”
 
“Actually, I’m here to enlist the aid of the blue dragon sorceress,” Erosylvanna clarified, pointedly turning to face Rai and turning away from the hobgoblin’s juddering tool. “The royal excavators have discovered a cave system beneath the city that needs someone with your expertise.”
 
“Why?” Rai asked, trying to figure out what her ‘expertise’ might be. “Is there some ancient lock that can only be opened through beer pong?”
 
“No…,” the princess answered evasively.
 
“Then I’m not sure what kind of expertise I could offer you that would make me so invaluable.”
 
“Neither do we,” Jian’yi replied curtly. “There must be another Rai that was intended, my lady. A…,” Jian’yi sniffed, “…better one. This one looks like the Underdark would swallow her whole.”
 
“Your bodyguard is kinda mean, princess.” Rai released a tight cloud of electricity that rose about an inch from her skin, shrouding her in a web of jumping blue sparks.
 
“She is on edge,” Erosylvanna explained to them. “There’s been an upset at the royal palace. These caves… my excavators tell me there are ruins down there. Their spells can only reach to a certain depth through solid rock, but I’m told it extends for several miles in all directions. A city-sized ruin deep beneath the surface, forgotten in the Underdark. The queen is concerned and wants to know if we should expect some kind of attack from below.”
 
“I’m still waiting to see how this is a job that only I can do.”
 
“I’m not sure, either. But the last thing my father said to me was to find a half-tiefling, half-dragon sorceress named Rai.”
 
“That… could be anybody,” Rai lied. “There’s loads of us half-tiefling, half-dragon sorceresses named Rai.”
 
“He also said that this one owed a lot of money to gambling debts.”
 
“Oh yeah, that’s Rai Jones you’re looking for. I’ve met her. That girl’s a dick.”
 
“He also said that you would be paid very handsomely for your assistance.”
 
Rai pouted. “Well, next time you should lead with that. My standard consultation fee is fifty gol—huuundred gold. A hundred gold. Yep.”
 
“Well, I don’t usually carry gold, but I believe I have some pocket change, if that would help.” Rosy patted a pocket on her bodice and withdrew three silver coins, tossing them to Rai.
 
As soon as Rai caught them, she could tell by the different weight that they were not silver. No, her eyes widened as the warm metal slid pleasingly against the palm of her hand. Electrum. Each coin here was worth a hundred gold coins. And she had three.
 
“Oh, wait, here’s another one.” She threw a fourth.
 
“Oh gods.” She’d need to hire Sarveena to guard her on the way to the bank. She’d never been able to buy a fully armored and trained warhorse with pocket change before. Rai was in such a hurry to catch the fourth coin that she hadn’t noticed the awning canvas drop from her hands until it was sliding down her hips. By that point, it was too late to grab it, unless she wanted to risk dropping her newfound windfall in the process, which she didn’t. She was like one of those raccoons with a hand stuck in a glass jar because they were too stupid to let go of the pickle inside.
 
The canvas dropped to the floor, and Rai was suddenly intensely aware that she was fully naked in front of the princess and her bodyguard. She wanted to sink into the floor and be gone from here, but not until after she caught the fifth and six electrum coins that Erosylvanna flipped to her.
 
“That’s all I have on me at the moment, but I can offer you an even hundred total once the job is done.” Erosylvanna continued patting her pockets, head down. “Plus whatever treasures might be found in the ruined city are yours, just as soon as you get dres—” She looked up, saw the corner of a cloak and the heel of a boot disappearing out the door.
 
“We’re leaving.” Rai called it from hallway.
 
 

 
 
It was several hours later when they were standing at a doorway cut into a rock wall in a wing of the royal palace that was under expansion. Apparently, during the expansion, one of the excavation teams had broken into a tunnel that led forty feet down into the entrance of a much larger cavern.
 
Rai examined the black obsidian of the interior tunnel. Most people only ever saw obsidian when it was all nice and polished in a shop somewhere that sold trinkets to tourists. It was very rare to find it in the wild, mainly because obsidian only developed in a very particular environment.
 
“That’s not a tunnel,” Rai explained, feeling pleased with herself for knowing something relevant to the royal dilemma. “That’s a lava tube.”
 
“She’s right,” Jian’yi admitted. “They’re one of the least deadly things in the Underdark, but occasionally, you’ll still come across an active volcanic fault. We should be careful.”
 
Rai led the way down, and Erosylvanna stayed beside Jian’yi. It was cold, and getting colder. Dark, and getting darker. Rai turned around and looked back the way they had come. It was a curious feeling, to be near enough to still make out the torches flickering in their sconces within the palace, and yet to already feel like they were in a foreign land.
 
Rai touched the walls, and electricity jumped from her fingertips as if the obsidian pulled it out of her. The semi-reflective volcanic glass trapped the electric sparks and glowed a dull blue. Rai’s ears popped, and then the blue glow spread through the rock like ore veins of lightning. It spread through the tunnel and around the corner into the larger cavern.
 
The space was tight, and the ceiling sloped with them. Nobody spoke. Their feet echoed. They kept going down. Once more, the cold got colder. Once more, the dark got darker. Rai touched the walls again to feed a bit more electricity into the tunnel to light the way.
 
And then the ceiling came to a sudden end and their surroundings opened to a vast city of obsidian with a rock sky and a thousand sparkling crystals dotting the ceiling like starlight. They all stopped, frozen in an unexpected moment of awe.
 
“It’s a good thing your excavators didn’t break through up there.” Rai pointed to the ceiling of the cavern. “It’s a long way down.”
 
The buildings were carved out of stalagmites of obsidian. That seemed impossible to Rai. Water erosion on simple rock is what led to the formation of stalagmites and stalactites. She didn’t know much about volcanic lava tubes, but she imagined that obsidian was too hard to be eroded by water. Even stranger, these structures were etched with bizarre patterns in some spots and utterly featureless in others. They had rectangular windows, and the bases of each stalagmite were squared, not rounded.
 
The streets were narrow—made for people, not carriages. It was a maze of right angles. To set foot in this city was to be lost—Rai somehow knew this.
 
The most obvious landmark of the city was a distant towering obelisk at the exact center. Its peak touched the ceiling of the vast chamber. An eerie green glow radiated up its length about three-quarters of the way to the top.
 
“Is that some kind of temple?” Erosylvanna asked, stunned by the size of the structure.
 
“I have no idea,” Jian’yi answered honestly. Even though her race was no stranger to the Underdark, the world below the surface was full of wildly varying biomes, just as the surface world had its deserts and tropical jungles and frozen tundras.
 
As strangers in this strange city, they elected to travel to the big glowing phallus first, rationalizing that the men who built this city would have undoubtedly put the most important things in the giant cock, because of course they would.
 
“What makes you so sure that men built this city?” Jian’yi had asked when Rai had offered her opinion. “The drow are a matriarchal society, and they could easily have sculpted this place.”
 
But Rai wasn’t so sure this city belonged to any race that she was familiar with.
 
The journey through the city would have taken them days to navigate, but Rai’s lightning powers seeped into the streets and buildings as they passed, leaving a sort of guide rope back to the tunnel entrance. It took them a little under three hours to reach the center of the city, and by that time the obelisk’s glow had reached almost to the very top of the spire.
 
“What time is it?” Rai asked them.
 
Erosylvanna withdrew a gold pocketwatch. “A few minutes until noon. Why do you ask?”
 
Rai looked back up to the spire. “Three hours ago, the spire was three-quarters lit. Now the glow is almost to the top.” She could scarcely believe the amount of magic needed to make this thing. “It’s a time clock.”
 
The princess gawked. “You’re sure?”
 
But Jian’yi was already nodding slowly in agreement, working it out as she spoke. “From midnight through the morning, the light rises to the top, signaling high noon. After noon, it must diminish back down to the base. A clever tool for a city without the sun.”
 
They ascended the steps of the mighty structure and noticed the carved statues standing guard. Tall men with strong, corded muscles stood locked in battle with manticores and dragons and minotaurs. Others stood outfitted in some kind of ceremonial armor, painstakingly etched and chiseled to be as lifelike as possible.
 
“Told ya men built this.” Rai stretched an arm up to slap at the groin of one of the large statues flanking the stairs. A stupefyingly absurd bulge trailed down his greaves all the way to the knee. Its partner statue had a similarly abundant bulge, except this one did not run down the leg. Instead, the groin of his trousers were freakishly bloated as if he had shoved a ripe cantaloupe melon down his pants.
 
The columns supporting the structure were no less obscene. Topless women raised their hands up to support the roof, thrusting their chests out to display a long line of staggering large breasts, each massive mammary bigger than the woman’s head. They seemed to explode from a chest that was many times too small to have naturally grown such heaving udders, and the thick, erect nipples seemed more at home on a cow than on a woman.
 
“The creatures don’t look drow,” Rai noted with a whistle. “Ain’t no drow with a rack like that.”
 
Erosylvanna moved with them through the entrance, into a large chapel structure. “Maybe it’s an artist’s flattery?” she posited.
 
But Jian’yi was already shaking her head. “The bust and co…” she glanced to the princess. “…codpieces are one thing. But the ears are all wrong. Too pointed to be humans, yet not pointed enough to be elves. The men have the muscled bodies of orc, and the women share the same voluptuousness as orc women. But the faces are too fair, lacking the porcine features.”
 
Rai began counting off on her fingers. “A city that could not be crafted by any known form of technology… populated by a race of unidentifiable hunks and bimbos… never explored or looted before… has someone been peeking at my Christmas list?”
 
“We aren’t the first explorers to come down here,” Erosylvanna corrected.
 
“Right, the excavators.”
 
But the princess shook her head. “As soon as we discovered that it was a city, my parents headed up a diplomatic envoy to make peaceful contact with anyone who might be down here.”
 
“Really?” Rai turned around to face her, now walking backward down the chapel aisle. “What happened to them?”
 
Her foot smacked against something heavy. She looked down to see where she was walking and accidentally kicked a helmet. A very modern-looking helmet. There was no dust on it, and she recognized the livery of the royal guard.
 
‘Livery’ was a strange word. It certainly didn’t describe the state of the man on the floor who wore the rest of it.
 
“Only a small handful returned. The queen, my mother, escaped unharmed, but the king was not so lucky. He is deathly ill with something that the clerics cannot heal. It’s as if something is sucking the life from him.”
 
Rai froze, then nervously brought the lightning to her fingertips. “You mean the city’s not empty?”
 
Erosylvanna hesitated to speak, and Jian’yi stepped forward between them. “Of a company of thirty, only three members returned: the king, the queen, and the court wizard. The wizard reported that the other twenty-seven died within moments of each other after approaching the altar at the far end of the chapel. Every person who carried a weapon or wore armor was struck down where they stood. Only the three who stood unarmed and unarmored were allowed to leave.” The githyanki woman jammed her enormous sword straight down into the floor. She withdrew her cuirass and hung it on the sword’s crosspiece like a clothing mannequin.
 
“It was a very long run for them back out of the city, and the three of them could have been killed easily if the city had wished. Robillard, the wizard, found that his offensive spells did not seem to count as weapons.”
 
Rai’s eyes scanned the room. “So that’s why you needed a sorceress. Someone who can pack a punch.”
 
Jian’yi unbuckled her belt and hung her short daggers on the hilt of her sword. She withdrew a pair of knives from each boot, brass knuckles from her pants pocket, and a garrote wire from a pouch on her leg. “I don’t need magic to pack a punch,” she promised. “We brought you because the last thing the king said before slipping into a coma last night was to send for you.”
 
When Jian’yi was done stripping out of her armor and removing a small armory from every conceivable pocket, pouch, and pack, she stood before Rai in a sleeveless leather crop top that showed off her abs, and a pair of simple breeches that stopped just above the knee. She looked smaller without her armor, but somehow even fiercer for it. The bulk of the armor may have made her look thicker and sturdier, but it also concealed the sinewy wire and gristle of her lean muscle, as if she was sculpted not for a prolonged fight, but for a single thrusting stab to expertly kill an attacker. Jian’yi was a woman who reminded Rai less of a frontline soldier or meaty bodyguard and more of a streetborn assassin.
 
Cautiously, the trio advanced toward the podium at the front of the chapel. More bodies clogged the aisle as they approached, until at last they had to mantle over the pews to reach the altar. They crossed the threshold with bated breaths, waiting for the moment when some phantasmal cloud sucked the life out of them and left them as shriveled husks.
 
The moment never came, and all three women silently released their held breaths. “My ears are ringing,” Rai said, sticking a digit into her ear canal and trying to stretch her jaw to make her ears pop again. “Is anyone else hearing that?”
 
Jian’yi shook her head. “I hear nothing,” the princess added.
 
Rai wandered to a stone plinth. It was roughly man-sized and had three sides. Two of the sides were covered top to bottom in a mysterious script that Rai couldn’t read. The third side was smooth as glass.
 
“The ringing is coming from this thing.” Rai winced. “Ah! Fucking tinnitus.” The noise got louder and louder, until it was a single piercing scream inside her head. She felt it building to some kind of explosion, and thought for sure that this must be what the twenty-seven soldiers had experienced just before they were killed.
 
Without conscious thought, her lightning abilities burst through her skin and expanded outward around her. Jian’yi and Erosylvanna took a step backward, eyes wide. The lightning storm exploded in all directions at first, a perfect sphere of shocking blue bolts. But then the sphere was stretched at one side like a teardrop, pulled toward the plinth, and the strange obelisk seemed to actually drink in her electrical surge.
 
Her field was stretched more and more toward the plinth, sucked into the monument, and the cuneiform blanketing its surfaces lit up as if charged. Then the lightning surge ended, and Rai’s head was clear again.
 
Rai gripped her temples, eyes closed. “Owwww,” she groaned. She reached out a hand to steady herself, and her fingers touched one of the two sides with writing.
 
A voice suddenly exploded from deep within the earth and all around them. “YOU HAVE VOLUNTEERED A WORTHY VESSEL FOR MY POWER, STORMBRINGER. TAKE YOUR BOON.”
 
The words that blanketed one of the plinth walls tore free from the obelisk’s surface and blasted outward like glowing bolts released from a hundred crossbows. They struck Rai all about her body, the strange glyphs glowing on her skin. She touched one, tried to wipe it off, but it slid over her skin and traveled toward her groin. A hundred others followed the same path.
 
“What the fuck?!” Rai cried, swatting at the motes of glowing light as they traversed her body. “Get them off!”
 
Erosylvanna moved toward her, thinking her in pain. “Hold on, I can help!”
 
“A SECOND VESSEL IS READY TO RECEIVE MY POWER,” the mysterious voice boomed. The plinth rotated, revealing that two of its three sides were now smooth as glass. The third and final side rotated into position facing the princess, and the glyphs pulsed with a quickening pace. “TAKE YOUR BOON.”
 
Erosylvanna froze, halfway to Rai, who was busily clawing at her groin as light seeped out between her fingers. The glyphs on the final side exploded outward to attach to her.
 
“NO!” Jian’yi roared, throwing herself in front of the princess. A hundred blue glyphs bit into her flesh like a wizard’s magic missile spell. Her body recoiled with each impact, and Jian’yi howled louder with each hit. But her feet were planted like an oak tree, immovable, and her slender body took the full blast that was meant for the princess.
 
“Jian’yi!” The princess cried out, but her bodyguard refused to get out of the way, not until the final glyph thudded into the flesh of her abdomen and the three-sided plinth was smooth as glass on all sides, completely inert.
 
Jian’yi doubled over, gripping her stomach. “My lady, th-that was foolish…,” she began, then suddenly gave a choked gasp as the glyphs slid over her skin. Unlike Rai, whose markings had traveled toward her groin, the githyanki felt her own markings slithering across her yellow skin toward her chest.
 
Her hands grasped her bust, snarling as she fought against the strange sensations assaulting her. She dropped to one knee, but managed to keep from going any lower.
 
“Princess,” she hissed, clawing at her leather top. “We… have to… get out… of here… NOW!”
 
Rai was slowly recovering from the ‘boon’ that had been bestowed on her, and she groaned as she stood on shaky legs. “I… agree….”
 
They staggered their way back down the aisle, tripping over the bodies of the dead again and again. The pain dimished by the second, and by the time they reached Jian’yi’s weapons and armor, the githyanki bodyguard was feeling good enough to risk the few precious seconds to snatch up her gear and strap everything back on.
 
“My cuirass…,” she gasped breathlessly as she tried to pull the armor over her chest. “The strap… at the back… too tight…”
 
Erosylvanna grabbed one of the buckles and yanked it loose by several notches. Jian’yi gasped again, this time in relief. “I could barely breathe!”
 
“I think I’m having… my bloodmoon,” Rai hissed, holding her groin and lower abdomen. “Fucking cramps… are killing me… feels like… my muff is gonna explode!”
 
The three of them followed the blue electric guidelines that Rai had left for them as they first explored the city. Rai and Jian’yi grunted and wheezed the further they ran. Rai felt more bloated than she had ever known, her pants were practically slicing into her legs beneath her cloak. And Jian’yi had to readjust the strap on the back of her chest plate a second time when it grew too tight and robbed her of her breath again.
 
“Take it off,” Jian’yi wheezed, practically clawing at the constrictive chest plate. Erosylvanna complied, loosening it enough that the bodyguard could finally take a full, unrestrained breath. “Finally!” She moaned, holding her chest. She took several deep lungfuls of air and then frowned. Her hands experimentally touched her chest plate, then pulled it off entirely.
 
“Jian’yi,” the princess gasped, covering her mouth.
 
The githyanki’s formerly modest breasts had ballooned to freakish proportions on her slender, wiry frame. Gigantic, sloping, teardrop-shaped sacks of fat jutted prominently from her chest, sagging slightly from the sheer unmitigated size of each wobbling teat. Her yellow skin was stretched taut around the obscene mammaries.
 
“We can’t do anything about these… things… right now,” she resolved, hefting one massive fuck-udder and letting it drop with a loud and weighty CLOP. “We’ll see the court wizard when we get out of this infernal city.”
 
They kept moving as fast as they could, but Jian’yi’s wobbling milk tanks bounced and jostled so aggressively that the bodyguard had to hold an arm under her rack to keep them supported and keep them from throwing her back out.
 
When they were ascending the stairs out of the city, Rai had to stop. “Something’s wrong,” she groaned through clenched teeth. “My pants feel like they’re crushing my… my…” She snapped the button open and yanked the zipper down, shoving a hand into her panties.
 
“Your what?” Erosylvanna asked.
 
“We only have another hundred or so feet, Rai,” Jian’yi chastened her as she staggered up to the struggling sorceress. “If I can keep moving with these fat things bolted onto my chest, then your cramps can—”
 
But when Rai got her trousers partially down, the aforementioned tightening in her pants accelerated rapidly into a loud and destructive RIIIIP. The inseam ruptured all the way to her knee, and a wall of meat exploded out of her pants, pushing her palms away and bouncing out like a catapult’s arm. It was like a whale jumping from the surface of a kiddie pool. A heavy, thick, brutal length of vein-choked cock swung out across the expanse between them, fully engorged with so much blood that by rights Rai should have passed out. Underneath the monstrous organ, a pair of heavy, fat balls tumbled out and bounced at the end of their sack like two fully inflated water balloons, wobbling and churning with a constantly sloshing liquid stored inside.
 
It was as long as her fucking arm, bobbing and bucking in the empty space between her and Jian’yi. The shocked githyanki stood dumbfounded by the sight of the biggest cock she’d ever seen, heard about, or imagined. Not even that lewd hobgoblin woman could match its colossal size.
 
There were quite a few differences between their recent enhancements. Rai’s cock had been created fully from magic—including all of the veins and capillaries, the throbbing meat of her shaft and the spongy flesh of her tip, the heavy gonads and the hairless sack, every last skin cell had been created from nothing and had not existed before. But not so for Jian’yi, whose breasts had already been there. Her mammaries were freakishly enlarged, and it felt to her like the flesh of her chest was now stretching much tighter than it was used to, even chafing in some spots as the outermost layer of threatened to start peeling. Jian’yi started scratching at the stretched skin, grumbling something under her breath.
 
Rai noticed the skin irritation and Jian’yi caught her staring. “It itches!” she growled, hands digging in to scratch and scrape at the inflamed flesh. “Fucking dry skin….”
 
For once, Rai found herself coming out ahead of the githyanki bodyguard in terms of preparedness. “You know, my lightning powers always dry out my skin.” She unslung her pack and started rooting around inside the main pouch until she withdrew a tall, squeezable bottle. “I have some lotion if you—”
 
“Yes!” Jian’yi snapped.
 
Rai weighed the pros and cons of asking the lethal fighter to say ‘please’, or ‘thank you’, but decided she’d fallen out of enough windows today and didn’t want to push for another. So she grumbled silently to herself as she squeezed out a dollop of lotion into the palm of her hand. She inspected the size of the bodyguard’s breasts, then the pea-sized glob of lotion in her hand. She squeezed out a more generous helping, filling half the palm. Inspected the colossal jugs a second time, frowning dubiously. Squeezed out more. Back to the heaving, wobbling knockers, then back to her hand.
 
With a shuddering sigh, Rai practically crushed the entire bottle flat, squeezing out an enormous mountain of lotion that piled several inches high and began oozing through her fingers and sliding over the sides of her palm to drip onto the ground. She tossed the bottle aside and clapped her hands together with a SPLORT, coating both hands egregiously.
 
“Will you stop wasting time?” Jian’yi demanded, noticing the log of cockmeat rising up between them. “And stop enjoying this so much!”
 
Her loud and insistent voice only rose in loudness and insistence as Rai’s hands clapped against her disgracefully whorish floppers, all but disappearing into the oceans of yellow flesh as Rai twisted and explored, kneading the bounteous titmeat, gasping with awe at how Jian’yi’s massive githyanki milk tanks jiggled in her hands. The bodyguard stiffened and arched her back, reflexively thrusting her tits harder into Rai’s lecherous hands, an embarrassingly plaintive cry escaping her lips as these insufferable teats suddenly overwhelmed her normally stoic demeanor with pulsing throbs of pleasure. Her nipples, which she had thought were big before, now surged forward and fattened with nerve-stimulated engorgement, the fat pores stretched to tautness by such unexpected erectness.
 
Jian’yi gasped and twitched like someone was electrocuting her, an accusation that the lightning-powered dragonborn sorceress was strangely not guilty of for once. No, the muscle spasms and uncontrollable shuddering moans were the sole responsibility of the githyanki this time, whose lungs could barely work properly to suck in air as Rai continued massaging her squishy, jiggling funbags. Jian’yi panted, her gasping moans growing more high-pitched and more insistent, the edges of her mind going fuzzy, pleasure building in her ample breasts, until at last she gave a sharp cry of confusing, embarrassing joy so intense that her legs gave out underneath her and she collapsed to her knees.
 
In hindsight, with a vein-corded, steely, throbbing fuckshaft jutting out in front of her at groin height, that probably wasn’t a wise move.
 
She dropped to her knees with her mouth releasing an exultant cry, then blasting a unstoppable and degrading moaning moo of heady, wanton need the instant Rai’s colossal fuckspike sliced upward between her glazed, slippery fuck-balloons. As soon as that scalding hot length parted her boobs, Jian’yi moaned hotly, her breath washing over the bulbous cockhead that speared upward before her face, many inches of it blasting out of the cleavage of her humongous outthrust milkers. The lotion glazing her tits made everything so wet and slippery, and the veiny cock sandwiched between her knockers felt divine.
 
“Ohhhhthatssssniiiiice…,” Rai sighed dreamily. Her dick flexed happily, leaking a milky white fluid from its tip that drooped down and splattered the tops of Jian’yi’s massive mammaries. A bolt of steaming hot liquid surged down her urethra and blasted from the tip, eliciting a coo of pleasure from her and the boiling prejizz shot straight up before arcing back down, clipping the tip of Jian’yi’s nose on its descent.
 
Rai winced, expecting that this would be how she died, with a dollop of her precum dangling forlornly from the nose of the princess’s ruthless bodyguard, her monstercock mistakenly wrapped up in between the woman’s fleshy yellow milk tanks.
 
All things considered, there were worse ways to go.
 
But to her surprise, she looked down to see Jian’yi blushing deeply, her eyes softening to a look of intoxicated arousal, fixated on the hanging rope of cockslime that was draped over the end of her nose. She reached both hands up and put her forearms on the outside of her bulging, teardrop-shaped breasts, the squishy melons indenting around her wiry limbs as she pressed them together tightly around Rai’s colossal fuckpole.
 
Rai gave a slight push of her hips, inching her cock into the supple tit-pussy in front of her at the same time that Jian’yi slid her fat melons down the throbbing shaft. An explosion of ecstasy detonated in their brains like synchronized fireworks, overwhelming their senses with blinding flash and a roaring surge of endorphins.
 
“Ohhhhhhhh,” they both moaned in unison.
 
Rai’s hips started to slide back, dragging her massive cock back through that molten tit-compress until only her bulbous, drooling crown remained, spilling its flowing river of dick juice into the crevice of Jian’yi’s cleavage. Then she slammed her hips forward again, her body moving without her control, thighs crashing into the undersides of the githyanki’s rippling tits, and her prick burst upward again, straight in front of the bodyguard’s moaning, blushing face.
 
“Your cock is so hot between my tits!” she gasped, her face taking on a greedy look as she moved up the fat shaft. “It feels like my tits are on fire!”
 
Rai swung her pelvis up again, slicing her leaking cocktip into the unspeakably welcoming valley of her breasts with a lewd, meaty sound. The lotion slathered over her wobbling rack made every movement so easy, lubricating that tight tit-passage for some fast-paced humping without worrying about the limits of friction.
 
“W-what are you two doing?” Erosylvanna asked uncertainly. “What’s come over the two of you?”
 
Jian’yi tried momentarily to pull her tits away from that magnificent fucklog, but it was like her body wouldn’t respond to her. Up and down she stroked the beefy column, eliciting pleasurable moans as her ward stood right next to her, watching with big, round eyes and a hand to her mouth. “D-don’t look, princess,” she slurred around the tongue that flopped from her mouth, delirious tears of hypersensitive ecstasy filling the corners of her eyes. She stammered, her insane libido warring with her hyper-vigilant duty of service. “You sh-shouldn’t see me like this… fucking my big, fat m-milkers on her… slab of BULL meat!”
 
“I can’t stop!” Rai exclaimed, throwing her head back and pistoning into the githyanki’s humiliatingly large tits. She gave one of her breasts a slap and the meat jiggled as it drew out another moan. “She feels so good titfucking my cock!” Her balls, big and round orbs churning with a percolating stew of sloshing jizz, bounced against Jian’yi’s taut belly with every strike.
 
“M-mo… mooooore… fuck my tits moooore!”
 
Rai obliged her, withdrawing long strokes and thrusting back in, getting into a rhythm that made a slapping noise—FLAP FLAP FLAP—her balls hitting the underside of Jian’yi’s boobs and the movement of her titflesh around Rai’s shaft. Even the princess was fixated on the disturbing scene of obscenity, and the even more disturbing shift that had taken hold of the githyanki bodyguard and the dragonborn sorceress. Her eyes widened and she found herself leaning forward a little further with each pump of Rai’s hips. She gawked at the huge cocktip, leaking prejizz already, every time it emerged from the top of Jian’yi’s cleavage and jutted upward, drawing closer and closer to striking her in the chin.
 
WHOP, WHOP, WHOP, WHOP, WHOP!
 
The thrusts created sounds that all three women found utterly humiliating, for the noises proved just how effectively a woman’s jiggling, clapping tit-meat was used as a breeding toy for draining fat cocks. It was an uncomfortable truth for the three of them, who were unable to deny the sexual utility of a fat pair of fuck-melons. The thrusts became wilder and sloppier, the noises messier and more embarrassing, as the creamy lotion combined with the copious precum that pumped and burbled from Rai’s spongy crown to form a greased passage that devoured her brutal shaft, compressing it in a deep channel of warm, wet, soft pressure without a single moment of friction to slow her movements.
 
Jian’yi’s nipples were tingling, poking out against the brush of Rai’s thighs, reacting in some sexual way to the waves of pulsing pleasure that throbbed through her tits. Between her legs was even worse. For reasons she couldn’t understand, she felt arousal running wet between her legs. Of course Rai’s cock was leaking with precum—it was a normal response for her main sexual organ getting pleasured. But Jian’yi’s pussy was left untouched, yet drenched with her juices! How could a cock dragging between her jiggling udders bring her so close to orgasm on its own?!
 
“You like this, don’t you?” Jian’yi gasped. Her voice was growing strained and breathless as she bounced her titties on Rai’s immense shaft. “You like plowing these degrading chest boulders with that monstercock!”
 
“Y-yes!” Rai couldn’t help it, her toes digging into her boots, eyes screwing shut, electricity crackling from her fingers and radiating up and down her spine. Tingles of it danced along her shaft like a lewd lightning rod, little static jolts suffusing harmlessly into the dense, insulated fat layers of Jian’yi’s mega mammaries. “Yes, your tits feel so good! They make my hips go crazy! I wanna get married to your tit-pussy!!!”
 
“I want to… kiss your cockspout and get my fuck-jugs knocked up with your cum!!!” Jian’yi blushed, drunk on lust, her eyes glazed and mouth slightly agape, unable to control what was coming out of her mouth. As soon as she was done speaking and professing her tit-love for Rai’s ruthless fuckrod,  that fat cockhead finally shot up and kissed her right on the lips, the hugely dilated cumhole squeezing out a thick wad of salty precum that spilled over her tongue. The githyanki moaned whorishly as the taste slapped against her tongue and set off an explosion in her brain. Her body locked up, unable to make sense of the world around her, swept up in a violent and tumultuous climax that turned her vision gray.
 
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” She couldn’t stop shouting it out, announcing it to Rai and Erosylvanna with each cresting wave of euphoria carrying her higher outside of her body. She heard the words as if they were being spoken by someone else, as if she was merely an observer to another person’s screaming, shaking, full-body orgasm. It was like another woman was delivering those fateful lines, ‘I’m cumming! I’m cumming!’.
 
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Rai cried out, gasping and thrusting like a maniac, as if she sought to impregnate Jian’yi’s excessively pornographic fuck-jugs. Her voice became incomprehensible as her cock rammed forward through the bodyguard’s cleavage on the final, deep thrust. Rai gasped out in time with her climax, as for the first time in her life, she came to understand men’s obsession with those few short spurts that come at the end of sex. Thick, jelly-like bursts of hot semen blasted up her urethra and launched from her tip in great, fountaining streamers.
 
Jian’yi made a choking, gurgling noise as the front of her face was used as the canvas for Rai’s forceful ejaculation. Shot, after shot, after shot, after shot assaulted Jian’yi’s features with a pearly, lumpy spew that clung to her skin with sticky, molten weight to it. Rai was shocked at the sensations that overtook her, the tight clenching of her balls, the goopy fuck sauce bulging her cum vein as it surged through, the unstoppable spasms of every muscle forcefully continuing the frantic rutting of her hips to drive her dick into that heavenly tit-pussy. Jian’yi was shocked as well, completely stunned by the thickness and volume of Rai’s semen, the heat steaming off of it, the texture of its lumpy presence as it pasted her face and slapped heavily against the tops of her tits on its descent. Even Erosylvanna was shocked, perhaps moreso than any of them, by the sudden and animalistic urgency that had driven their deeds, the bestial pleasure that blasted from their mouths with every whorish moan, and the absurd immensity of their respective tools—Jian’yi’s breasts and Rai’s phallic monstrosity.
 
A hefty portion even filled Jian’yi’s mouth. First her teeth swam in it and then her whole tongue. Her cheeks puffed out. It bubbled up in her mouth in a hot, gooey mess until it started to overflow over her bottom lip and down her chin. With no other recourse, she closed her mouth and swallowed, her tight neck bulging lewdly as she took an enormous gulp of the steaming, nasty ball gravy straight down into her belly. She felt faint, and then as Rai uttered an exhausted gasp and let her hips drop and her penis tip retreated back into the woman’s cleavage, Jian’yi heaved and coughed the dregs to the side…
 
And directly onto Erosylvanna’s dress.
 
Jian’yi noticed too late, suddenly mortified by her disgraceful lewdness suddenly tainting the princess. But her mounting horror was muted significantly by the enduring glow of her own orgasm still humming through her body. She was breathing hard, with sperm glazing her face in goopy crisscrossing ropes, some of it dripping from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and an even larger mass of lumpy semen smeared between her large and sweat-glistening tits.
 
“I’m… terribly sorry, princess,” Jian’yi panted, watching as Erosylvanna foolishly reached down to wipe the cum away, only succeeding in pulling away fat gobs of it on her hand and forearm, with little strings of spooge webbing dancing between her fingers. “I will do better next time.”
 
Rai swooned. “N-next time?” She moaned, and then fainted from embarrassment, exhaustion, and the sudden bonelessness of her legs.