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Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure

Eighty-second Entry

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Vote Tallies

More dedicated to suggestions than to vote tallies at present. Also a listing of scenes in progress.

* Rufus' meeting with his magically-aged children - and their mothers

* Deflowering the Steampunk Trio

* Kabula and Loshada gangbanged by deer

* Regina and son - mixed with Spark and Dinah with the gnolls

* All-mythic orgy (Kyte/Wisselfleur/Imogen/Lesage)

* Close with m/m between Rufus and Urtan

Additional Votes

* Spark goes back into the sex machine, and this time he has sex with himself - 2

* Padmini/Wisselfleur/Imogen (adding Lesage if possible) all f/f scene - 2

* Return of the succubus imp as an active character - 2

Vote Options in Progress

* More Hanaro sex scenes (Rufus and Urtan primarily)

* Shara gangbanged (all-female and all-male both suggested)

* Rael/Erlend romance, Erlend character development

Author Notes

The camera swings, and we're back at the center of camp, with the gnolls as they watch the siblings go at it.

Pathfinding Eighty-second Entry

Urta had made it clear that she intended to show her gnolls true power, true dominance as she enacted her will on her brother! The reality, however, was far less brutal, though it had certainly started out that way.

Adel had quietly slipped up, then led off the girls, Morgan, Deriny, and Leta, though several times the tight-bottomed little chipmunk girl had nearly been dragged into one of the various little orgies starting up all around the vast central campfire. The three girls hadn't objected, seeing that things were about to get a bit rough around the gnollish fire. That, and they had maternal duties to fulfill, as Adel reminded them with soft whispers. Spark, Dinah, Regina, and her son, however, stayed there, watching alongside Greymuzzle, Horse, One-eye, Rish, and Rack.

Not far off, Belthin gave a loud cry as the muscular, broad-bodied leader of the bearfolk army hammered her through a savage orgasm against the tall wooden pole to which she'd been bound. The primal savagery of that ravishment was setting the tone for a good deal of the events taking place around the central fire. Elves were to be found aplenty, both males and females, giving and taking with equal frequency, regardless of sex. Actaeons were similarly plentiful, while the wolfen and bearfolk took charge of the orgy with natural primal dominance, letting their predatory instincts lead the way as they guided the members of their alliance in the ways of mutual pleasure.

Gripping Urtan's head with brutal strength, Urta bared her sharp teeth as she thrust her hips, slapping them against his muzzle again and again. She was using his mouth like it was a female's pussy, the intensity of her rutting approaching rape in its savagery. But Urtan didn't complain, didn't even try to resist. Instead, he looked up at his sister with his gentle brown eyes, and pursed his lips tightly around her bright red faux-penis, moving his head in time with her thrusts, and the savage grip of her hands on his head. He was submitting to her willingly, even going so far as to try and please her right in the midst of her cruel treatment, and any observer could tell it at a glance.

At first, Urta's cruelty knew no bounds. She'd declared proudly to her little pack that she would show them how true gnolls took pleasure from those weaker than them, and soon was panting heavily in the throes of deep, exquisite pleasure. Urtan knew how to use his muzzle! And that tongue! Rising up on the tips of her digitigrade toes, her tail swiftly hiking, Urta's body started to tense up all over, the muscles of her taut tummy and tight, almost masculine bottom clearly visible. When Urtan slipped a finger up beneath her phallus, squeezing it smoothly into that tender spot right between her vagina and her enlarged hyena's clitoris, she _yelped_in surprise, not expecting so much pleasure so fast. He knew her too well! Memories of childhood sexplay came rushing back, and Urta realized that she'd perhaps made a mistake in her choice of victim for domination. Knowing Urtan, he could have her on her knees instead of him, for he was stronger than her, and had a natural talent for sex that she'd never really been able to match, to say nothing of his martial prowess, which was almost equal to her own.

But this was Urtan, not some stranger in an unknown pack. This was her brother! Looking down as she shuddered through her first orgasm, Urta locked gazes with her brother, her mouth moving, but no sound coming out. His muzzle moved, working against her, taking her shaft right up to the hilt, her hands reaching around to wrap around her toned buttocks, gripping them, caressing them, using them as a handle to take her even more deeply. She was trying to rape him, to make an example out of her own brother, just as she'd done so long ago - ages it seemed now - before Rufus had defeated Urta and her pack, taken them prisoner, and become their new leader, saving Urtan in the process. Urta remembered that time with shame, remembered how she'd been willing to have her own brother raped to death and eaten just so she could prove her loyalty to a Warlord who she didn't even know. How could anyone forgive their sibling for something like that? How could anyone forgive anyone for something so vile, so cruel, so wicked? Urta knew she couldn't.

Urtan could.

Shuddering as another orgasm coursed through her body, Urta sank to her knees, facing Urtan, as much from the weight of her emotions as from the strength of the pleasure he'd brought her. His thick brown penis was standing erect, as was her own red faux-penis, and the two gnollish siblings leaned on each other, holding each others' shoulders as they stared into each others' eyes.

Urta couldn't say it. She tried again and again, her mouth moving, but no words coming out. I'm sorry, she tried to say, even knowing that if she did it, she'd lose the respect of her little pack, and forsake all right to call herself a true gnoll. For her brother, for the sake of his forgiveness, however, she would do it. She would give it all up, even if it cost her life.

"I know," whispered Urtan with a gentle smile, catching his sister off-guard. He'd known what she'd been thinking! But of course he did - he always did, just as he always had when they were growing up, when she was the chieftess' daughter and he was her littermate. Then his lips met hers, and Urta couldn't hold back the tears as she kissed him back, her whole body shaking with the force of her emotions as she pressed herself tightly against Urtan's muscular form, feeling his rigid erection and hers squeezing together.

No longer caring if she showed herself as the dominant female in her pack, Urta lowered herself to all-fours, reaching for Urtan's gorgeous brown shaft. But she didn't lower herself alone: Urtan joined her, and soon they were both lying on their sides, head-to-tail, tail-to-head, muzzles working busily between each others' legs. Spark moaned softly at the raw passion rising from the siblings as they eagerly suckled and slurped and gnawed in all the best ways on each others' most tender parts. Dinah gave a soft mew of rising arousal herself, the green-haired catgirl slipping a hand between her tan-skinned thighs, unable to resist any longer.

Urta couldn't remember the last time she'd willingly given oral sex to a male that wasn't Rufus. She couldn't remember a time, ever, when she'd wanted to suck on a male's penis as badly as she wanted her brother's. Wrapping her fist around the base of his heavy shaft, she worked her broad, smooth tongue up and down and around that slick, smooth length, making it glisten with her saliva as she lapped up every last drop of thick, tasty, salty precum. Her brother didn't eat nearly as much meat as other gnolls, preferring fruits, and it showed in the very slightly sweet undertaste of his precum, a taste that Urta discovered was addictive, even intoxicating.

On his end, Urtan had a serene expression on his face as he sluiced his tongue through the tight folds of his sister's cunny, one hand gripping the back of her thigh, right below her buttocks, to better support it against the width of his broad shoulders, keeping the leg up and out of the way. His other hand was wrapped around her rigid red shaft, except where she was paying most of her oral attention to his cock, he was stroking her at a nice, steady clip, enough to keep her aroused, without risking driving her over the edge, at least not yet. Feeling the eagerness of his sister's lapping, Urtan made his tongue a rigid length, then plunged his head forward, driving his tongue deep into her clenching depths. Urta's high, ululating wail of ecstatic pleasure was all the reward he needed for his efforts, knowing that he'd brought his sister pleasure.

Urta, however, wasn't content to leave it at that.

With three orgasms to her credit, and none from her brother, Urta decided to step up her game. A look of determination on her flush-cheeked face, the dominant she-gnoll opened her muzzle as wide as she could, then engulfed Urtan's cock, moaning in her eagerness as she took him right to the roots. Hollowing out her cheeks, Urta squeezed her eyes shut, just letting herself _feel_that wonderful hyena penis on her tongue, before she started to curl her oral organ this way and that, slithering it over the underside of her brother's shaft, bobbing her head at the same time, hard and fast. She _would_have his cum! He wouldn't deny it to her! Grabbing his rump tightly with both hands, feeling the firm, tensed muscle beneath his spotty fur, Urta drove herself all the way forward, taking him _all_the way to the roots! Mmm, so thick, so meaty...it felt so good having her brother in her mouth like this, feeling him throbbing against her tongue, feeling his copious preseed leak onto her tastebuds. Yes, this was what she wanted. And yet...she wanted more.

Urtan was happily laving out his sister's delicious sex when she suddenly pressed a finger against his tense black tailhole...and then started to work it inside. Immediately his eyes popped wide open, and he gave a startled yelp! as he felt her enter him, before his whole body went rigid. No fair, sis! It was only a brief thought, however, before Urtan buried his muzzle against Urta's cunny, just engulfing the gooey little slit (for Urta, like most she-gnolls, had a significantly undersized quim, especially when compared to the size of her clitoris) with his muzzle, sucking on it while his tongue worked as hard and fast and rough as a true cock within her. The movements of his mouth, however, were convulsive in nature, as Urtan felt himself so easily driven over the edge as Urta found his prostate with her fingers - she was using two now - and began to stroke and tease and caress him internally until he could hardly hold back the wails of orgasm that very nearly tore their way out of his throat as his cock twitched, and then started to shoot thick, syrupy, gooey cum all over the inside of Urta's muzzle, until she looked almost as though she were chewing on some sort of white gnomish bubblegum in those brief moments when she partially opened her mouth.

He gives as good as he gets! The thought flashed through Urta's mind as Urtan's convulsive muzzle movements wracked Urta's quivering cunny. She was so used to stimulation to her cock that she wasn't at all prepared for such an assault on her cunny. Nothing could have prepared her for it! With a high-pitched shriek, Urta's head jerked back, Urtan's cum still gushing in a firehose rush all over her breasts and the underside of her chin as her back arched, her hips thrusting into his muzzle with all her might. It felt so good! Her brother gave the best head!

Being a female as well as a she-gnoll, a sex and species legendary for its capacity for pleasure, Urta's phallus was still nice and erect as Urtan released her, letting her slump onto her back. She was only vaguely aware as her gorgeous, muscular brother climbed on top of her, then began to grind his groin against hers, their shafts rubbing against each other, his own very quickly growing stiff once again. Urta looked up into her brother's handsome face as he ground against her, and lifted her hands, stroking them down his broad chest.

"I love you, Urtan," she whispered.

"I love you too," he replied. "All is forgiven: there was nothing to forgive."

Heart overflowing for her brother, Urta started to rise, to try to kiss him. At that moment, however, he thrust his hips especially far forward, then rolled them back, her phallus catching in the tense bud of his tailhole. _Gasping_at the sudden rush of heat and tightness, Urta moaned loudly, her hips arching upward as Urtan sank down to the hilt on her upthrust shaft. His fingers engulfed her breasts, rolling her plump, swollen brown nipples, before he, rather than she, caught her lips with his own, kissing her with a savage intensity.

"We must show them that you are still the dominant one," he whispered in her ear with a grin, then straightened up over her, letting Urta lie back and enjoy herself while Urtan did all the work, his powerful thighs pumping him up and down, his cock bobbing in time with his exertions as he gave his sister all the pleasure he could, his rump tense and tight and snug around her rigid organ.

"Yessss," hissed Urta in pleasure, her hands going to her brother's hips. "Ride me, Urtan. Ride me hard!"

Their differences resolved, their love renewed, the siblings kissed again as the other gnolls watched, their cocks throbbing. Spark glanced around, and gulped.

"I think we're about to be in trouble," he murmured softly to Dinah.

"Nyah," replied the catgirl eagerly.

Path Choices

Next: a meeting of children and grandchildren with their father and grandfather.