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1

Elvira let a wicked smile spread over her vulpine muzzle. The shapely vixen, whose ostentatious curves were only exaggerated by the sleek fit of her cleavage-y dress had her hands on her hips, watching the little morsel she had caught snooping around her lair struggle with his shackles.

With his hands suspended above his head where he lay on the inclined wooden rack, all Marcus could do was pull and rattle the chains. The human was by no means weak; he'd been adventuring since he was in his teens and was pretty well-built as a result. But he'd have to be a hulking barbarian to break the hefty shackles Elvira had put him in.

“Silly little bounty hunter," Elvira purred in a low, seductive cackle. She flicked a small lock of wavy red hair from her eyes and with a trip-trap of her high heels and a swish of her hips swinging from side to side, she approached her captive. “Thought you could thwart my plans, did you?"

Despite his predicament, Marcus gave a big ol' shit-eating grin. “I honestly did. And up to about two minutes ago, I was confident I could have gotten away with it."

Flicking out a slender hand, the anthro fox gathered a ball of purple energy between her long fingers. A similar ball formed around Marcus' belt buckle, tugging open the front of his pants with little effort.

Elvira was all over him in an instant. Her large breasts squished against the front of his brigandine vest as she caressed the stubble on his cheek. Her other hand slipped through the folds of his pants and found the prize within. The adventurer had remarkable self-control, while his stem was long and thick it was still entirely flaccid when she fished it out into the cool dungeon air. But going by how he shut his eyes and set his jaw, that wouldn't last long.

Slowly, erotically, Elvira started to stroke the long, smooth stem from base to tip. The palm of her hand was so smooth, it was almost as if she'd pulled off her panties and was jerking him off into the silk. Elvira made a note to maybe try that later if his resistance held up.

“It's been so long since I've had a human to play with," she mused as she massaged the member, which was now pulsing as it hardened in her grip. “Your kind aren't often seen in these parts. I'll be sure to enjoy every inch of this long, smooth, throbbing hot toy. Gods, it's so big, I can't wait to see if it even fits inside me."

Then, as Elvira was exploring every inch of her wonderful new toy, a nearby piece of furniture let out an exasperated cry.

“Ellie, God-damn it!"

The dungeon master narrowed her eyes angrily, peering across the DM screen at Janet.

“My name is not 'Ellie,' puny mortal. It is Elivra! Mistress of the underworld!" Ellie threw up her arms and howled with maniacal laughter for added effect.

Were she not half hidden behind the 'Hero's Journey' rules screen in her mother's kitchen, the teenage girl would almost pass as a mistress of evil. Given what she was putting her players through.

Sitting across the table, Janet was less amused by the dungeon master's antics. The anthro rabbit slammed her furry hand down on the table, frowning heavily. “Ellie, this is why we can't find new players! Every time someone new joins your first act is to have the main villain molest them!"

Ellie waved her curvier friend off casually. The russet fox was like the opposite of the ravishing villain she had created for this Hero's Journey campaign. She had none of Elvira's shapely curves, instead had a rather flat chested, lanky build. Though she did have the legs to pull of the stature, and she had the seductive croak in her voice down to a tee.

“It's not the sole reason we don't have new players," the vixen argued.

Cocking an eyebrow, her long eared friend, Janet looked across the table at her fellow player, Tina. The small anthro gecko with brownish scales shrugged, before both girls looked over at their newest addition to the adventurer's party.

Mark was the only human at the table; and the only boy for that matter. He was their age, though from a different school so they didn't see him very often. Which was a pity, because he was cute. Already Tina was having trouble talking to him without stuttering or blushing, Ellie was throwing in seductive jabs every time he opened his mouth to narrate what he wanted his character to do, and Janet…

Well, perhaps less said about what the curvy rabbit girl was daydreaming about, the better.

“Guys, really, it's fine," he assured holding up his hands. “I haven't been able to find anyone else to play tabletop games with in a six-mile radius. I'm not about to let a little in-game molestation put me off."

Ellie's crocodile-smile widened and she stuck her tongue out at Janet. “There, see? He's into me… it! I mean, he's into it! The game, that is."

Janet rolled her eyes, though Mark chuckled good naturedly. The anthro rabbit knew full well he was probably too polite or too desperate for roleplaying buddies to tell Ellie to get stuffed. It was always like this, especially when their significantly unpopular clique managed to convince a new player, never mind a guy to join them for Sunday afternoons at Ellie's house. Ellie had a perfect track record for coming on strong and scaring away new friends, particularly male ones… especially the cute male ones.

“Don't think you're off the hook, Ellie," Janet seethed, and Ellie leafed through her dungeon master's rulebook.

“You know, I'm pretty sure there's a rule in here about sassing the DM."

“Am I getting rescued any time soon?" Mark piped in.

Ellie nodded. “I suppose we can cut to what the others are doing. Just give me a saving roll first."

Mark rolled his D20 as instructed. “Sure. What am I saving with?"

“Constitution," Ellie said with a wide grin.

“Okay… nineteen?"

Ellie bit her bottom lip, then explained in the low seductive voice she had tailored for her villainess, Elvira. “Her hand is the most divine thing you've ever felt grip your cock. Her stroke is perfect, worshipping every inch from the base up to the crown and back down. There's no holding back the bead of precum forming at the tip, which Elvira scoops up with her palm and massages into your length like a salve.

“You steel yourself however and hold back, denying Elvira the hot, salty treat she so craves. But your resistance only makes the sorceress wetter. And you know it's only a matter of time before you break."

Mark stared, confusion both sexual and cognitive palpable on his face. And in the same instance, Ellie snapped her gaze over to her girlfriends, resting her chin in one hand casually. “And what would you bitches like to do?"

Janet had nothing for the moment. She had slammed her forehead into the table so hard, she could only just about let out a muffled murmur. “Ellie, Jesus. Give the fantasy erotica a rest would you?"

As Janet was recovering, Tina didn't seem to know what she wanted to do. She was shuffling through her character notes, reading through her stats and glancing nervously at the game board between them. The little figurines representing her rogue 'Tiana' and Janet's wizard 'Jinette' were pushed over to the edge of the shadowy chamber, directly in sight of Elvira pressed up against a shackled Marcus.

That was when Mark, technically cheating, muttered in the corner of his mouth, “You guys are still stealthed, right?"

Tina's eyes widened with realisation. She already had pretty large eyes, and while it seemed very little could faze Mark, even he was taken slightly aback by her enormous green saucers.

Snapping her gaze around she announced with surprising volume considering her small, timid voice: “I want to sneak attack!"

Ellie jumped at the sudden turn of events and quickly leafed to Elvira's character stats. “Okay then. Roll with advanta-…"

“Natural twenty," Tina said, having rolled two twenty-sided dice in tandem already.

On one she had rolled a fourteen, but since her rogue was so damn sneaky, she got an advantage on this first attack. The second dice landed on twenty, indicating her attack committed with perfect accuracy, and would deal critical damage.

Her next few rolls were insane.

She rolled a hand full of damage dice to account for the extra damage for the sneak attack, her assassination buffs since the enemy target hadn't acted in combat yet, the hefty modifiers attached to her level ten character and then the critical damage bonus on top of that.

“Fifty-nine points of damage."

Mark was a little surprised it was physically possible to witness the colour draining from an anthro's face. But somehow the dark orange fur on Ellie's face bleached a little at the realisation her main villain for the campaign was getting her butt kicked in one clean hit.

Her mouth opened to say something when Janet cheered and leaned forward. “As part of the surprise round I cast disintegration on the shackles restraining Marcus."

“Okay, guys one at a ti-…"

“I wanna roll of the X and get to my bow!" Mark said, excited now that the combat had begun.

“Guys! Geeze! Calm your tits for a second," Ellie complained, and they all laughed at her expense. “Fine, yes! This is all working to your advantage. So, here's what happens. As Elvira recoils with pain, a crossbow bolt sticking out of her thigh, there's a burst of energy and the shackles around Marcus's wrists explode into a puff of dust…"

2

Marcus was free. He wasn't sure how or why, or who he had to thank for the expedient rescue, but he wasn't about to hang around and find out. Not yet anyway.

Elvira yanked at the bolt sticking out of her thigh, sending a gout of blood across the dungeon floor as the grisly leg-wound began to magically knit. Marcus rolled off the stone pedestal at the same time.

Get off the X, he thought to himself, the old mantra of shoot-and-scoot coming back to him. Get off the X, get off the X, get off the-…

Dropping to one knee he slid past where his bow hand fallen earlier and scooped it up by one of its limbs. Tossing it into a fanciful flourish he reached back and drew three arrows from his quiver at the same time, his gloved hand catching the bow by its grip.

When he turned, it seemed he barely aimed. He was firing from the hip. Twip-twip-twip, each of the three arrows he drew, one at a time in quick succession, barely half a second between them.

All three would have hit their mark had Elvira not recovered from the surprise attack. The ravishing vixen's hands glowed with eldritch energy and she erected a shield. All three arrows, each that would have hit her in the head, bounced off the wall of light. The first snapped in two, while the others were casually swept away.

However, all her attention on the young human adventurer again, another crossbow bolt whistled out of the shadows. This one only narrowly hit, slashing across Elvira's arm and splashing the inside of her magical shield with blood.

She turned to where the shots were coming from as Marcus dove for cover between some stone coffins, drawing another trio of arrows as he moved. Bleeding out of the shadows behind Elvira came two more figures, working closely together as they advanced on the wicked sorceress.

The first was positively petite. She barely stood as tall as Elvira's leg, never mind that of her slender companion. The small ashy grey scaled lizard woman was about halfling size, but she was built slim and gymnastic, clad in flattering black leather armour. Her hood was pulled up, hiding much of her expression, but a pair of eyes accustomed to the dark glowed red in the gloomy shadow. She carried a modified hand-crossbow, ideal for her size. She'd racked the drawstring already with the lever assist and set a new bolt in the barrel before pressing the custom butt-stock to her shoulder.

Beside the small rogue stood a woman so tall she must have had elven blood in her veins. She was taller than Elvira, even without her long ears, with the same kind of bodacious, voluptuous curves, especially in the chest-department. Covered in pure white fur, the anthro rabbit was clad in the electric blue robes of a wizard. In one hand she held a well kempt staff, the crystal atop it glowing with green protective energy that formed a shield about the duo. In her other hand was a wand that glowed with blue energy, charging a more offensive type of spell.

“Elvira! By the authority handed down to us by the Quest Guild, we are placing you under arrest for crimes against the people of Lymn!" the wizard announced loudly.

“Curses!" Elvira breathed, recognising these two and taking a few steps back. “I should have known you two would be a repeated thorn in my paw. I shouldn't have shown you the time of your life, Jinette, and just killed you on that fateful night."

A deep red blush stood out on the wizard's pale furred cheeks, but Jinette's austere expression did not falter. “Funny you still think of me in that way, Elvira. Because I don't think of you at all anymore."

Elvira snorted then glanced over at where Marcus was kneeling between the stone coffins. He had his next shot nocked, but was watching the exchange with curiosity.

Flashing a smile, the ravishing sorceress blew the human a kiss. “Perhaps next time we'll have a little more fun before we're interrupted, dearest."

Then throwing her hands out, she cast a gust of air in the direction of Jinette and her rogue companion. The blast broke on Jinette's shield, but the force knocked them both over. At the same time, Elvira gathered darkness from all corners of the dungeon and vanished in a puff of smoke.

She was gone before Marcus squeezed out from behind cover with his bow drawn. Casually he flipped the arrow between his fingers and slid it back into the quiver on his back.

“That could have gone better," he commented as the two women moved closer, lowering their guard as Marcus slung his bow. “Something tells me you've had dealings with Elvira of Shademoor in the past?"

“That we have. What brings you to Lymn, human?" Jinette asked.

But before Marcus could answer, the lizard girl scowled underneath her hood. “A bounty brings him here."

Jinette smiled apologetically. “You'll have to forgive her, friend. She is afflicted with a condition known as 'brooding.'"

Marcus chuckled. “No worries. She's right though. I'm a bounty hunter from the West-End. There's a price on your evil sorceress' head that has yet to be claimed."

The wizard's expression turned a little, her polite aspect bittering just slightly. “Listen, you might be better off returning home and forgetting about that bounty. We are on a mission from the Quest Guild to deliver justice to Elvira, not hand her over to the highest paying noble looking to put her powers to his own use."

“Yeah? And what a bang-up job you've been doing so far. She's been on the run for the better part of a year. How much closer are you to delivering that so called 'justice,' eh?"

“Somehow it didn't look like you were doing any better, human," the lizard girl interjected.

“I had her right where I wanted her until you interfered. Now neither of us is any closer to our objective." Marcus gestured the dungeon and added, “How about we get out of this deathtrap first, then we can decide who gets to hunt down Elvira."

Jinette chewed her lip, then nodded. “Fine. I'm Jinette by the way. This is Tiana."

“Marcus," the human introduced, following the women the way they had come.

The way out wasn't too far and not all that complicated to find. Tiana had extensive scouting experience in dungeons and Jinette had magically mapped many of the tunnel during their exploration. Guided by a crystal orb the bunny-eared wizard had produced from under her robe, the trio moved forward, upward and outward with purpose. In about half the time it had taken Marcus to get lost and captured in the dungeon, he was already feeling fresh air rush in from the next tunnel.

In a chamber littered with small crystal blue pools of water however, Tiana froze and held up her fists. Marcus instinctively went for his bow, but it was already too late.

Bursting out one of the pools came a figure. Tall and lithe, she might have been easily mistaken for a human, were it not for her seaweed-like mop of green hair. She was fair, with patches of scales in place, gills visible along her ribs and a slender, sexy figure on full naked display. From afar Marcus easily would have been entranced by her slanted, blue eyes. But at this range he could see her fangs and claws. And if there was one thing that warned an adventurer off sexy lithe naked females in the depths of a dungeon or far out at sea; it was fangs and claws.

Marcus whipped three arrows out of his quiver and nocked the first one. But the Nymph had the initiative, casually sweeping her hand in a horizontal gesture. A gout of water shot from her pool like a geyser and slammed into Marcus' chest. He felt the impact through the brigandine plating of his armour and it swept him clean into the air for a moment, before he came crashing down on his side.

His drawn arrows went skittering one way, his bow the other as he lay spluttering and lightheaded on the cavern floor. He didn't feel hurt in that moment, just shellshocked, the ensuing fight between the other two adventurers and the Nymph muted, like it was taking place at the end of a very long tunnel.

When his vision focused he felt it though. An almost painful tightness in his groin. His balls felt swollen and for a moment he thought maybe the Nymph had landed a nut shot. Then he looked over at Tiana and Jinette holding their own against the monster, and suddenly realised it wasn't pain.

It was desire.

His eyes clung to the petite, firm curves of Tiana's ass. His gaze kept wandering to Jinette's large breasts bouncing with every dodge and counter-attack with her wand. And as he watched the fight roll out, the lizard assassin and the half-elf bunny wizard put the Nymph on the ropes, Marcus felt an erection strain against the front of his pants. It pressed so hard he grunted and had to pluck at the garment to make himself some way comfortable. But even then, every time he clenched and his rigid sword pulsed with the need to slide into a wet sheath, he felt like he might explode.

Looking over, Marcus saw the Nymph unleash another gout of water, this one hitting Tiana like it had hit him, and the little lizard woman was thrown into a violent somersault.

Acting on instinct, Marcus was able to override the desperate horniness the Nymphs spell had incapacitated him with, and rolled to one side. When he landed on his back again he held out his arms, and let Tiana land heavily on his chest, breaking her fall.

He gasped, vision doubling as the impact drove the wind out of him. But when the world came back into focus he looked up to see the small dragon descendant straddling the rigid bulge on the front of his pants.

Her hood had fallen back to reveal her petite, feminine features and a bob of raven hair cascading down from her scalp, shiny like her scales. She had dark red eyes and her mouth, usually drawn into a brooding scowl hung slightly open with surprise.

She was looking down to where hear leather-clad pussy was outlined in her pants, the tight little cleft hugging the underside of Marcus' cock through his pants. She quickly realised by the bulge his member was almost as big as her entire forearm. Sliding into her she wondered if the tip would punch her in the diaphragm.

Desire pooled in her panties and dripped down her inner thigh as she was suddenly salivating to find out.

Darting forward, Tiana had to slide forward a little, feeling that throbbing bulge grind through her pants and graze a sensitive nub of flesh that tingled just above her quivering and eager opening. She moaned, tongue already hanging out of her mouth as her lips met Marcus', kissing him deeply.

Struggling, both against Tiana and the overwhelming desire to tear down his pants and slide his cock into her mouth, Marcus just about managed to push the light lizard away enough to speak.

“Tiana, wait. The Nymph… it's a spell-…"

“Shut up and just fuck me," Tiana ordered, her dark voice having broken and replaced with one that wouldn't sound out of place on a needy virgin excited for her first time.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and pulled the tight leather sheath down over her legs. Panties and all, they gathered around her ankles, but they were far enough out of the way for her to keep her thighs open and straddle the human under her. Then just as quickly she tore open the front of Marcus' pants, both petite hands fishing out her prize.

He wasn't quite as big as her forearm, but still in comparison to the small lizard woman more than big enough to stretch her out to breaking point. Which is what she wanted. Her pussy drooled all over Marcus' pants with anticipation. She couldn't wait. Pulling herself up along him, she guided his stem with one hand, pressing the crown against her slippery, sleek pussy lips.

“Gods," Marcus mumbled through pursed lips as he felt pressure, Tiana forcing herself down on his member.

Her opening, wet and warm stretched to accommodate him. Bit by bit a silky, tight sheath worked its way down. Just the crown at first before Tiana let out a soft wail of despair. He was so big, she had to work slowly. But she was so horny her desire was free flowing and dribbling down Marcus' stem. She couldn't wait, she didn't want it slow. She wanted him inside her. She felt like she'd been waiting for it all day long.

Though in reality she'd been waiting for it for about and hour. Since that first glimpse she'd had of him. She'd spied him from the shadows just before Marcus had been captured. She'd watched in jealousy as Elvira draped herself all over him, worshipped that long, smooth human cock that had the little lizard woman drooling for a taste.

She could be cold and brooding all she wanted. But her body betrayed her true desire.

Acclimatising to his girth and knowing from experience the tip was always the hardest part, Tiana began to sink down. Bit by bit, her tail twitching uncontrollably and her mouth hanging open as she panted for breath, she impaled herself on the human. Her canal opened eagerly for him, her dripping hot sheath eagerly sucking every inch of that big cock inside her. Her nails dug into the protective plating on his chest and she let out a low squeal of effort, actively pressing against his ribs to force her way all the way down.

Then before she knew it, she felt Marcus grab her hips and help her down the last inch. Soon he was completely hilted inside and Tiana opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was his surprised expression. She followed his gaze and saw exactly what he was looking at. There was a distinct bulge as his cock spread out her belly from the mons right above her slit all the way up to just below her sternum.

Biting her bottom lip, Tiana flashed Marcus a boudoir smile. “Hot, right? We lizard folk are awful stretchy."

Somewhere in the background was a fiery explosion followed by a scream from Jinette: “What the fuck are you two doing back there!?"

They ignored her as Tiana added: “Do it then, human. Fuck me like a toy."

He didn't need telling twice. Grabbing her my her slim waist, he lifted her up, clean off the floor and watched as the cock bulging her belly slid out of her stretched pussy. Some of the tender pink flesh inside was visible as his dripping, glistening member re-emerged. And then just as quickly he yanked her back down again, belly distending once more as her re-arranged her organs, with every thrust.

“Oh~!" Tiana cried, throwing her head back as she was helplessly fucked into a dribbling stupor. “It feels so good~!"

The sounds of fighting continued as the Nymph screamed, incinerated by Jinette's barrage of furious spells. But it was muted under the slurping of Tiana's pussy eagerly gulping down Marcus' cock, and their combined, feverish moans of pleasure.

3

Mark blinked, waiting to see what hell was about to break loose. Ellie was consulting her notes, Janet had taken off her glasses and buried her face in her hands, while Tina seemed to be watching the human rather nervously.

“Okay…" Ellie said slowly, finding what she was looking for. “Jinette, you kill the nymph, but the spell she casts doesn't dissipate until those affected finish up. Marcus, roll to see if you cum inside Tiana, and if so, how hard."

“You have got to be kidding me," Janet groaned, her voice muffled against her palms.

Quite literally hitting 'fuck-it,' Mark shrugged and rolled his D20. It was probably the longest tumble of the dice he'd ever watched, wondering what the hell was going to happen if fate threw him a one.

It seemed luck was on his side. “Uh… what modifier do I add for this?"

“We'll say you're ploughing pretty hard. Go with strength."

“That's a twenty-one then."

As soon as he said it, he heard a shuddering gasp come from Tina. Only one of her hands was visible above the table, biting her nails nervously. God only knew where her other hand was and what it was doing but going by the way she squirmed in her seat, Mark could take some lewd guesses.

He wasn't going to lie to himself either. He wasn't typically into anthro girls, but right now he was harder than he'd ever been with the power of his imagination, and the desire to rub the bulge in his jeans was stronger than it had been in his life. The only thing stopping him was fear of being impolite in front of his new friends. Not that Tina was constrained by the same worry.

It was actually kind of funny to see furry liberal sensibilities clash against his human conservatism – even what little thereof existed.

“Tiana, when Marcus cums," Ellie began with a big goofy grin across her muzzle.

Janet groaned. “Ellie, for God's sake."

Tina leaned closer though, listening intently. “When he cums inside you with one final pound deep into your previously unexplored depths by any cock before this, it's a thick, hot torrent that fills you to the brim. Like an unending wave, overflowing your womb and dripping out across your arousal soaked scales, pooling beneath you to form a puddle of your intermingled love." The vixen's grin spread a little more. “But that's not the end of it, as you feel his strong hand slide down your back, across the taught curves of your ass. His fingers, electric on your scales wherever he caresses, start to plunge between that tight crack and search for-…"

“E-Ellie. P-please st-stop. I have a-an imagination, okay?" she stammered meekly with her eyes clamped shut. Mark couldn't tell if that was because she couldn't bear to look at anyone or if she was just enjoying the show in her mindscape.

Janet opened her fingers a little and her eyes turned to Mark's bemused expression. “I'm so sorry about this," she groaned softly, then glared at Ellie. “Once they're done, I suggest we leave this dungeon."

“Good idea," Mark agreed, glancing uncomfortably at Tina who was still trembling in her seat.

As they were going over the logistics of their next course of action, the front door opened.

A woman carried a pair of grocery bags in, her strappy high heels clacking noisily on the tiles as she skilfully balanced on one foot and kicked the door shut behind her. She was obviously related to Ellie, an orange furred vixen with long red hair. And if she was any indication of the woman Ellie would turn into once she hit her thirties, any man with a brain would start dating the girl right now.

Ellie's mom was ravishing, with an ample pair of breasts, wide curvy hips and a trim mid-riff completing her tall hourglass build. And to show it all off she even looked like she had just gone out to the nightclub. Her long dress went down to about her knees, hugging her sumptuous figure with a plunging neckline showing off the furry valley between her breasts and nipples poking through the light fabric revealing the distinct lack of bra.

It seemed hard to believe the woman had gone out looking like that, just to go shopping.

“Hey, mom," Ellie called as the woman let herself into the kitchen.

“Hello, my intrepid adventurers," she sang back with a bright smile on her muzzle.

“Hello, Miss Smith," Janet greeted and Tina waved.

Mark was the last one to answer with a polite grin. “Hello, ma'am."

As if noticing the human for the first time, Ellie's mom paused to take in his appearance, then looked across at her daughter with a smile and said out the corner of her mouth, “Ellie, please explain the handsome young man sitting at our kitchen table."

“This is Mark, mom. He's our new player."

“Well, you're very welcome dear. It's nice to see the girls make some boy friends for a change." She seemed very careful about the words 'boy' and 'friends' being used together. “I hope my daughter hasn't molested your character yet."

“She has, ma'am. But as I hear it, it's kind of like a rite of passage."

She gave a womanly giggle so warm Mark was pretty sure the temperature in the kitchen had gone up a few degrees. “That it is. And you can call me Britney, dear."

Her muzzle holding a warm smile, she flashed Mark a wink then put down her groceries and went upstairs. Everyone at the table was quiet as the thud of her heels faded away, then was finally muted by the sound of her bedroom door closing. Though it did little to mute the quiet electronic buzz that came out of the bedroom next.

Janet finally broke the silence with a loud snort.

“Sooooooo, ignoring the fact Ellie's mom has the hots for Mark." Tina giggled at Janet's comment while Ellie just rolled her eyes. “What's next?"

Clearing her throat, Ellie consulted her notes. “Well, considering you're leaving the dungeon; the world opens up before you…"

4

The three of them exited into the Green Ocean, a vast expanse of rolling grassy hills that stretched right the way out to the horizon. Tiana was still a little uneven as she hiked behind Jinette. Every shuddering step made her nethers tingle and she could feel the excess dribbles of cum leak into her sodden panties every time she clenched. It took an incredible amount of effort not to let out a sudden moan.

Even in the wake of that thorough fucking earlier, there was a rabid desire for more swirling around between her thighs.

Like when she'd been little and she'd begged daddy to let her ride the pony one more time, right now Tiana's pussy was drooling and begging her to jump on Marcus' cock again before the day was out. All she could do was press her thighs together, walk awkwardly and quietly tell her cawing pussy to be patient.

“I'm really sorry about earlier," Marcus said for the fourth time since they'd taken a seat in a roadside tavern.

Seated beside him, her legs elegantly crossed and her hands on a mug of ale just a bit too big for her, Tiana didn't look up. Her face remained in the shadow of her hood as she replied coldly, “Stop apologising. What happened, happened. Nymphs do that. Besides…"

She hesitated, and in her pause angled her gaze a little in Marcus' direction. Then in a very low whisper, she added, “I liked it."

Despite the hood, Marcus was pretty sure he saw a tint of red show through the black scales on her face.

“If we can maybe put that bit of Nymph unpleasantness behind us," Jinette interjected, returning from the bar with a fresh round of ales. “We have important sorceress related business to discuss."

She sat down on the bounty hunter's other side, opening the bottom half of her robe to free her long slender legs up to the hip. She was clearly of elven blood, given her heigh and the leggy build. And much like her companion, the rabbit wore knee high leather boots with stiletto heels, only adding a seductive sensuality to her build and appearance.

Marcus suddenly felt a little trapped between the gorgeous tall rabbit and the tight little lizard.

“Look, Marcus," Jinette began to say, reaching over and placing a delicate hand on his knee. “I know hunting down Elvira may be lucrative for you. I have no doubt the bounty on her head is substantial…"

“It's not for the money," Marcus said quickly. “I'm getting paid fifty gold out of a community pot to at least try and take her down. Then there's another fifty gold if I succeed."

“A hundred gold? For Elvira? That's pennies!" Tiana said.

“And it's coming out of a community pot?" Jinette asked.

Marcus nodded. “I was travelling to Lymn looking for work when I came across a village of farmers. They'd been wronged by Elvira. She… she took all of the young men for her harem. Everyone with a future prospect in the village. That left only the elderly to work the fields, and no-one for the young women to start families with, leaving the village to rot. The people who were left over put together what little they had left and begged me to at least try and bring Elvira to justice for what she'd done to their community.

“When I faced her today, she didn't even remember. She couldn't even tell me the names of the boys she'd kidnapped for her harem. She had destroyed an entire village and she doesn't even care."

Marcus sat back and stared at his ale for a while before he added, “I'm not doing it for the money."

The trio were quiet for a long time. Then Jinette squeezed his leg with a bright smile. “Don't worry Marcus. Elvira will be brought to justice for her crimes. All of them. Especially now we have you to help us."

“You're serious? You want me to join you?"

“Dead serious," she assured. “Our reliance on guile and intellect hasn't gotten us very far so far. We could use a little brawn on our side."

“Welcome to our party of adventurers," Tiana added, before gulping down a mouthful of ale.

“Great! When do we get started?" Marcus asked.

“Tomorrow," Jinette promised.

She leaned in as a friendly gesture to rub shoulders. But as she did, she pushed out her chest, forcing him a brief glance down into her cleavage. She wasn't sure herself if she'd done that entirely on purpose, but the fact he looked excited her much more than it should have.

“Let's rest up for tonight first."

“I'll get us a room," Tiana said, sliding out of her seat.

“Um, maybe make that two rooms?" Marcus suggested.

Whirling about on her heel, Tiana looked him over, and he saw a small mischievous smirk play across her mouth. “No. I think I'll get us one room, thanks."

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