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The ghostly hands lowered Tav’s trembling body slowly to the ground. Lae’zel was done with him, at least for now.
The githyanki took in the state of her recent partner. He was shaking and mumbling unintelligibly. Red handprints and deep scratches marked his ass and thighs. His own cum, dried and otherwise, stained his belly and chest and neck and face from the orgasms she had wrung out of him. His asshole gaped wide, round, and deep pink verging on red, mostly a result of her cruelly yanking out the tentacle’s fat knot without waiting for it to shrink.
Lae’zel gave a short grunt of approval.
“Thoroughly taken. A pleasant exchange.”
“Next time, tie them to the ground,” suggested Minthara from her vantage point. But Lae’zel was not listening. She knelt down next to Tav’s head, and planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes focused on her in surprise, and she maintained eye contact as she tugged on his bottom lip and then bit down on it hard.
“Try not to think of me when your 'special friend' comes to keep you company,” was the last thing she said before standing up and stepping away.
***
“All right Karlach, your choice,” announced Shadowheart helpfully. “Want me to heal and tighten our paladin up a bit or leave him like this?”
Karlach finished stripping off the Mighty Cloth she wore for battle, and opened a bottle of grease. The Fury of Avernus bit her lip as she stared at Tav’s puffy, swollen asshole, while she rubbed grease onto her rock-hard dick.
“Yeah, better do it, Shadsy.” A handwave and muttered blessing from the cleric, and the claw marks and palm prints on Tav’s body vanished, his anus closing and returning to something like its original shape.
“Look at that, good as new, soldier.” She picked him up under the arms and Tav instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. Which put her familiar, greased-up cockhead nestling right up against his recently recovered asshole. “Just like the first time I stretched you open, right?”
She stared into his eyes as she pushed her hips up and pulled him down, and his ring spread around her fat glans. They both groaned happily.
“Did you have fun with the angry alien, honey?”
“She was… too rough…”
“Yeah?” Karlach seemed sympathetic at first, but then ran her hand over the front of Tav’s cage, collecting some of the cum that had leaked out during his time with Lae’zel. She held her hand up to his face, almost accusingly.
“Seems like she was just rough enough for you to like it.”
Without warning, she gripped his shoulders and slid her cock up further into him. It was both wider and much, much warmer than Lae’zel’s strap. Tav gasped.
“Does my cock feel like coming home, soldier?”
“Y-yes…”
“Good boy. You hold on tight to Mama K, yeah?”
Tav put his arms around Karlach’s neck and rested his head against the top of her chest. He could feel the vibrations from her engine and how the heat of her body was even hotter here, as she began to glow blue.
Being fucked by Karlach did feel familiar and comforting at this point. Sure, she was hammering away at him ferociously. But compared to Lae’zel, she was almost gentle.
The sex was a lot more collaborative, too. He could control the pace and depth at least some of the time. Karlach kept her strong hands on his body, moving from his shoulders to his hips now, while she continually pushed her hips up to drive that dick inside, but he was definitely riding her, even gripping onto her unbroken horn with one hand to lift himself up before dropping back down. Unlike Disciple Z'rell, her cock wasn’t quite so enormous that his ring was in constant discomfort. And the warmth made it almost cosy.
It also helped that Karlach’s idea of dirty talk was to tell him what a good job he was doing, with little in the way of scorn. When she asked him if he liked something, she seemed genuinely happy when the answer was yes. That was nice, even if the things she asked him if he liked were things that still made Tav’s cheeks burn with shame.
“You’re doing so good for me, soldier. You like that? You like making Mama K happy?”
“Hhhnnnggghh y-y-yes…”
“You’re Mama K’s special toy, aren’t you. You love being the toy I use to get myself off every morning and night.”
“Fffffuck!” Tav stared into the barbarian’s eyes, furrowing his brow. He was getting close.
“You’re gonna come already?” She laughed happily. “I know what my baby likes. You really love this big dick, yeah?”
“I love it… I love it!”
“Say it loud as you come. ‘I’m yours, Karlach.’”
“I’m yours, Karlach!” Tav gasped as he shot an arc of cum out of his cage that spattered onto Karlach’s muscular stomach and the underside of her breasts.
“Not exclusively,” quipped Shadowheart loudly. She had continued to watch. “I think he belongs to everyone here.”
“Yeah,” said Karlach affectionately, pulling Tav in for a gentle kiss. She nuzzled his nose while the head of her cock nuzzled his sensitive post-orgasm prostate, making him whine and squirm.
“But I like that I was his first.”
“Our teeth-ling friend is a fool for love, Minthara,” Tav heard Lae'zel say. “I'd never be compelled to make such declarations.”
“It is not love, Lae’zel. Karlach is moved by his prowess in cocksucking, as well as taking cock in his man-cunt. He is truly an excellent pair of holes.”
“Can’t it be both, guys?” Karlach started to pick up the pace of her fucking again as she joined in the conversation. “What if I really enjoy a little bit of lovey-dovey stuff when I’m plowing an excellent pair of holes?”
“Speaking of which.” Minthara stepped forward. “I notice that our slave’s mouth is unoccupied.”
The Nightwarden stripped off her armor quickly. Her last step in preparation was to swap a magic ring that edged her weapons in acid for the ring with which Tav was more familiar. Her lacy purple underwear bulged obscenely as her polymorphed penis swelled.
“You up for this soldier? I don’t mind sharing.”
Tav nodded urgently. The truth was that, as horrible as Minthara was to him, the idea of being taken by her and Karlach at the same time made his heart race and a thrill run through him. (Well, that and the fact that, as he had confessed to Minthara during at least one round of intense psychic interrogation and ball torture, her horrible treatment was itself perversely thrilling.)
“Fantastic… okay, how shall we do this… oh I know, lie back...” Karlach lowered Tav backwards slowly, her hands interlaced under the small of his back. “Hey Fringe, give us a little help with those spooky hands, will you?”
With a wave from the cleric, the ghastly hands reappeared again and gripped Tav by the shoulders and wrists. He shivered, noticing now how chilly they felt in contrast to the heat of Karlach’s skin. The hands helped Karlach lower him further until he was almost lying horizontally, supine in mid air, still speared on the tiefling’s cock, his legs still wrapped around her waist. She curled her tail around him in turn, prodding his cage and balls with the tip.
At the other end of him, Minthara pulled down her underwear. Tav knew what was expected of him. He leaned his head back still further and opened his mouth. The drow wrapped one hand around his neck and took a firm grip of his braid in the other. She gave his face a couple of cursory slaps with her cock. Then with no more fanfare, she forced her way into his throat.
The two warriors fell into a rhythm, with Tav suspended between them and being pushed and pulled backwards and forth. For a while there was no sound in the Shadowfell except the constant rumbling thunder, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the two women’s breathing and occasional grunts of pleasure, and Tav’s choked moans. Inside Tav’s mind, however, there were other sounds: a steady onslaught of demeaning telepathic verbal abuse from Minthara, reminding him that he was no more than an inanimate cock-sheath as far as she was concerned.
He was somewhat relieved, then, when Karlach decided to make conversation.
“So wait… Minthara, with your whole ‘men don’t get to come’ thing, does that mean you’ve never felt him coming on your dick?”
“Indeed,” the drow replied flatly, and then Tav could hear the smirk in her next words. “It is entirely unnecessary.”
“Honestly, you drow…” Karlach stopped thrusting momentarily, breaking the rhythm she and Minthara had established. “You lot know you can do stuff not just because it’s necessary but because it’s fun, right? And seriously, you seriously have to try that.”
“Believe me, child, denying pleasure to a wretch like this is as much ‘fun’ as it could ever be to indulge him.” Here Minthara pulled sharply on Tav’s hair to wrest his head further back and insert her cock even further into his throat without warning, causing a wet retching sound.
“Okay but – wait, stop a minute.”
With some reluctance the drow dragged her cock out of Tav’s throat and laid its slimy length across his face. He coughed repeatedly and took deep shuddering breaths.
Karlach placed her palms together almost pleadingly as she addressed Minthara, which struck Tav as almost comical seeing as she was still impaled inside him, and he was being held up only by the ghostly hands and her dick.
“I really think you need to experience him doing this once in your life, Minty.” The drow opened her mouth to object to this nickname, then seemed to decide it was not worth the effort. “What if we could make that happen for you? You don’t have to do any of the work, promise.”
Minthara considered this a moment, then gave a curt nod of approval.
“Very well. Should I become bored, I will certainly not blame you, Karlach.”
Tav was still recovering from almost throwing up around Minthara’s dick. He didn’t have time to process the threatening implications of her last statement before Karlach was lifting him back up to eye level to ask with her usual enthusiasm.
“Can we show her, soldier? Show her how good it feels?”
Tav shook his head to clear it and focused his eyes on Karlach. He wiped his mouth with his hand and nodded shakily.
***
“Okay, so you lie down, Minthy, and he’ll just sit on your dick.”
“Indeed?” Minthara stretched herself out on the ground, her arms folded lazily behind her head. Her cock stood straight upright. She flicked her eyes from it to Tav and back, indicating that she awaited his attention with her customary lack of patience.
The former paladin squatted down and positioned the Nightwarden’s glans, still slick with his own spit, at the entrance to his ass. After Karlach, Minthara’s more narrow cock slid in easily. Too easily – Tav lowered himself faster than he had intended, and let out a whimper as he was penetrated deeper than anticipated and felt a momentary sharp sensation.
He recovered quickly, though, as he found himself staring up at Karlach. No matter how many times he’d seen it, the sight of her naked body remained awe-inspiring, especially when seen from below. She towered above him with an eager grin, raising her half-hard cock towards his lips with one hand.
“You ready soldier? Deep breath…”
Tav filled his lungs with as much air as possible before opening his mouth as wide as possible to accommodate the crown of the tiefling’s cock. He could vaguely taste his own ass, but that was no longer an unfamiliar experience. She fed him to begin with, then let her hands hang by her side, making sure he did the work.
“Unngghh. Down the hatch.”
Taking a cock as big as Karlach’s into his throat was also no longer unfamiliar to Tav, and just like when she was butt-fucking him, it was a much easier experience than with his other lovers. For example, unlike the drow on whose dick he was currently skewered, Karlach usually let him take his own time swallowing her, now that she had him well trained. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to deep-throat something so large, but Tav had very little in the way of a remaining gag reflex.
The biggest challenge right now was that, for the first time, he had to pay some attention to the cock in his ass as well as the one he was slurping down. True to the promise that she would not have to do any work, Minthara remained still, neither gripping his hips nor bucking upwards. Her magical cock remained hard, but Tav understood intuitively that if raised himself too far up off it, or failed to entertain her, he would have to face the Nightwarden’s displeasure.
He hooked his ankles under Minthara’s knees and pushed down with his lower body, even as he stretched his upper body forward and up. More of Karlach’s length disappeared down his gullet, which bulged and gurgled.
Something about Karlach’s way of encouraging him was extremely motivating. He almost came in his cage there and then when he heard her say:
“That’s it, soldier. Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”
And he really knew he wouldn't last long once she reached down and tugged his nipples upwards with her sharp tiefling claws. This was a familiar game. If he wanted to minimize the pain of his nipples being stretched, he had to move towards her and get more cock down his throat.
Tav was breathing hard through his nose. His lips were stretched as he worked to keep his teeth behind them, and they got hotter and hotter as he finally reached his destination and pressed his nose into Karlach’s pubic hair. He grabbed onto Karlach’s warm, muscled buttocks and held himself in place.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s a good boy. Now this is my happy place.”
A feeling of pride swelled in Tav’s chest as surely as her cock was stretching his esophagus. Karlach put one huge hand behind his head and held him in place. She didn’t thrust her hips hard, but ground her crotch into his face firmly, keeping herself deep inside him. Her tail wrapped around his neck and squeezed, massaging herself through his throat. The head of her cock felt like it was sitting somewhere in his chest.
“Oh fuck me, soldier, I’m not going to last long… and neither are you, are you?” She squeezed her tail tighter. The hand that was still on one of his nipples pinched harder.
Even with his eyes closed, Tav could feel darkness encroaching on the edges of his vision as lack of air started to become more of an issue. But he knew he couldn’t black out yet. It was very important that he make these two cocks happy, so happy that they shot their loads inside him. He squeezed down on Minthara. He fought to keep his mouth against Karlach’s groin, his bottom lip pressed lovingly to her ballsack. This was all that mattered. Being a good toy.
With a stifled squeal, Tav went over the edge, his throat and ass both tightening as his climax tore through him and thin, watery cum spilled out of his cage. Minthara cried out something he couldn’t catch as she finally took hold of his hips and thrust upwards to plant her seed deep inside him. Karlach just sighed a deep, drawn-out sigh of relief as her cum streamed out of her, a long and copious gush that seemed to last forever. It was still leaking out of her as she withdrew her cock from his throat, so that she deposited a healthy serving of semen in Tav’s mouth, and then sprayed him in the face for good measure.
“Fuck. Yes. Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Tav’s mind was completely incapable of forming thoughts. He gulped oxygen urgently and coughed and spluttered. Karlach’s cum ran out of his nose and joined the mess on his face. He burped loudly. He could taste and smell sulphur, and his sinuses and throat burned a little. He groaned again, this time not entirely in pleasure.
But Karlach tousled his hair playfully, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. He grinned a big, dumb, cumdrunk grin up at her.
“Off, slave.”
Minthara gave Tav a shove, breaking the affectionate moment, and he rolled off her, lying on his side and clutching his belly. It was just slightly distended, as if he’d eaten a very big meal. Which he had.
“An interesting novelty,” concluded Minthara as she got to her feet. “Should we use our bed slave at the same time again, I would not object to a repeat performance. As for me, I shall continue to follow the customs of Menzoberranzan… or a milder version of them.”
“Works for me!” Karlach held up a fist for Minthara to bump, but received no response. “Now I really need a beer. Someone please tell me we brought beer?”
As the two women walked away from him, and as he lay there drooling three kinds of cum (including his own) from three different orifices, Tav was aware of someone else walking over.
“An ass full of drow spunk and a stomach full of tiefling cum.” Shadowheart stood above him, still in her full Dark Justiciar armor. “I wonder if all Selûnite paladins would enjoy that as much as you?”
Her gauntlets clanged to the ground next to Tav’s head. He looked up to see that she was unbuckling her breastplate next.
“I suppose it’s left to me to finish you off.”