The Artificer: The Adventure of the Golden Scarab
By Steven Lourie

Chapter 9

A few hours, and several orgasms from Moleeka later, the lights of Tulain’s walls were but half a mile ahead, Draev no less frustrated from Daa’s updates on her emotional state and Saril’s occasional squirming, supposedly to find a more comfortable position, the tips of her cheeks rubbing against the top of his erect cock, separated only by a single layer each of silk and leather. I was beginning to wonder if Jegna would pop out to add to the whole circus Draev pondered wearily.
"A pity she didn’t. I would have thought making love under the desert’s night sky would have been romantic, "Daa mused.
"Enough, Daa. We have some work to do yet."
"Won’t hear a peep out of me, Master."

Slowing the horse to stop the artificer slid stiffly out of the saddle to the sandy ground, then reaching up and grasping ahold of Moleeka’s left thigh and pulling downwards. Dazed from her hours of ceaseless torment and exhaustion the sorceress only resisted slightly, soon she was kneeling on the ground before him, swaying slightly as she fought to remain upright.
"Our common path ends here, Moleeka Sik’darbi. I am going to get Daa to release you, and while I’m not you, if I were I would think that taking my vengeance within the sight of the city’s walls probably wouldn’t be my best option. I’d be much more concerned with teleporting back to my manor and beginning to clear out everything you desire to keep, because come early morning there’s going to be a whole lot of angry guardsmen after the woman responsible for all the kidnappings that occurred here, even more so for dabbling in the dark arts. I hope for both our sakes we never meet again, but just in case you feel like hunting me and your artifact down, I’m going to put it someplace not even someone like you can get at it; my guild’s Forbidden Vault. Don’t waste your time or effort."

With a silent command Daa began to flow away from Moleeka’s dusky skin, Draev unslinging Saril and laying her on the ground so that Daa could connect with her and create the necessary limbs. Moleeka collapsed forward when she was at last left on her own strength, back heaving slightly from the residual effects of her hours-long ordeal.
Stopping herself shakily on her splayed hands she knelt there, as if bowing to him for a few long moments, the top of the cleft of her ass still calling to Draev’s eyes. Her slender fingers then curled into fists, clenching onto the cool desert sand as she slowly pushed herself up, bared white teeth a stark contrast to her dark skin and the dim light they were surrounded by.

"I will have my revenge, Draev the artificer, "she promised, looking up at him, chest heaving, a long, eye-catching line of cleavage created by her parallel arms.
"I will make you suffer for interfering with my plans, for stopping the rebirth of Shaimaat, for intruding on my home, for, "she paused, shuddering slightly as she remembered something, "for taking me like that and using your servant to pry on my inner most thoughts to do so, and finally, "Moleeka scowled, "for having me in such a position and not taking me again. You deny yourself the most beautiful body you will ever experience, and for that and all of those other reasons I will come after you. You dare stand in my way and reject my flawless beauty? This is far from over, I promise you that!"
"He’s not into homicidal bitches, "Saril spat back as she rose up from the ground, melded with Daa once again, black limbs gleaming dully in the faint light. Moleeka’s eyes flicked murderously over to the elf for a moment before returning to Draev’s defiant countenance.

With that the weakened sorceress struggled to her feet, some impulse inside Draev, despite knowing who she was, wanted to aid her, seeing only her vulnerable femininity for a brief, fleeting moment. Sand stuck to her sweat-coated knees and shins the sorceress Moleeka Sik’darbi took one last, venomous look into Draev’s eyes and vanished without a sound, not even disturbing the sand where she once stood.
"Well, that’s the last we’ll be seeing of her for a bit I think, "the artificer said, trying to sound upbeat about it.
"You didn’t make a sale, made a powerful new enemy and encountered one from your past, hardly cause for celebration, "Saril observed with a sour look.
"But on the other hand, I did manage to preserve the only things that matter to me, against which all the gold in all the mountains is worth nothing. I’m glad you’re alright, Saril, Daa. My stubbornness put you both in grave peril and my rescue doesn’t begin to repay you both for your continued trust, "the artificer replied quietly, looking at everything but Saril’s eyes.

Saril’daa turned to face him directly, black arms coming up to lightly grasp his shoulders and turn him towards her.
"I’d put my life on the line to protect you any time of any day, Draev. We share the risks and dangers equally, as well as the rewards, and nothing in my life has been a rewarding as the time I’ve spent with you, " the elf explained hoarsely, blinking rapidly.
Draev found the courage to look her in the eyes then, the two of them staring back at each other for what seemed like a silent eternity.
"Draev, I-I..."she began, her soft words catching in her throat, lip quivering slightly.
"Kiss her, Master. You won’t be getting any more words past that, at least, not yet, "Daa advised with a whisper.
Draev’s arms curled around the elven woman’s back and, drawing her close, did just that.
"Thank you, Daa, "they both mentally said as one.
"If two people make each other happy, they should be together, "came the simple response to them both.

***

A short time later Draev and Saril’daa were securing a room from a bleary-eyed but well paid innkeeper. The next order of business was freeing the other captives from their mummified state, one at a time. Conjuring a simple black cotton robe for the woman to wear Draev took a postion at the head of the large bed and summoned the first one from her dimensional pocket, wriggling against her tight bindings as she felt a change in light and sound, as well as her body now resting on something soft. Draev could only admire her struggling form for a few seconds as he slid off the bed and layed a hand upon the woman’s forehead, hoping to calm her.
"Be at ease, you are far from the place of your imprisonment. I am sorry that you had to travel in such a fashion, but I had no other choice. I am going to free you from your bindings now, a robe is prepared and will be handed to you when I am finished, "he explained, leaning close to her wrapped head so that she would hear him clearly, the translating spell already up and functioning when he had spoken to the innkeeper.

The mummified woman settled down, but remained on edge, her tightly bound breasts still rising and falling with each breath even though the mark that still remained on her head made such measures unnecessary at the moment. Draev activated the cutting magic on his finger tip as he had with Saril and began to draw it down along the captive’s body. The woman whimpered a bit and shifted, the touch undoubtedly feeling a little imtimate, but once the wrappings began to peel away from her eyes and face she became calm again. Saril’daa removed the wad of linen from her packed mouth and offered her water while Draev continued his work, the linen parting like the papery folds of a cocoon, revealing the dark skin beneath.

Down his finger went, passing between her prominently displayed breasts, down her flat belly, gliding smoothly over her hips before, with only the slightest hesitation, passed over the woman’s pubic mound, slipping over her most sensitive region. She gasped lightly and tried to sit up, arms struggling to free themselves from the wrappings behind her back. The artificer clamped his teeth in concentration, forcing them to remain focused on his task as his finger parted the linen strips binding her legs together, finally finishing as it passed along her big toes. Prying the two pieces of linen apart the woman squirmed uncomfortably, her embarrassment clear even if a blush was not evident on her dusky skin.
"Sorry that was necessary but the wrappings were very tight and I’m sure you’d agree that it would have taken a lot longer and potentially painful if I had used a conventional knife, "Draev explained, raising his palms skyward as he shrugged in defeat.

Standing unsteadily on the side of the bed the woman eagerly donned the robe she was offered and remained there for a time, awkwardly eyeing both Draev and Saril’daa.
"Thank you, for saving me, "she said simply, clasping her hands and bowing her head and shoulders.
"I’m glad your safe. If you have someone who is missing you I would go to them immediately and let them know you are all right. The sorceress who did this to you will be the subject of the sultan’s wrath by sun-up, never fear that, "the artificer returned, bowing his head slightly in return. Glancing at the door and then to them an offering gesture from him put her into motion, the woman, bare feet scuffling on the stone floor, opened the wooden portal and, with one final look back, closed it behind her.
"One down, six to go, "Saril commented dryly.

One-by-one the women were freed from their form-fitting prisons, some reacted with surprising calm, other struggled furiously and moaned fearfully, Saril’daa actually having to pin their struggling forms down while Draev worked, even more distracted as he tried to keep his finger going in a straight line. One of the women, a slip of a girl, happened to twist at an inopportune moment and Draev’s finger slipped down between her nether lips, eliciting a surprised yelp from the both of them. Teary eyed and mumbling about her mother the girl left quickly, clutching her robe close to her body and dashing from the room. Draev assuaged his sorrow by reminding himself that he had had no other option and that at least she was out of Moleeka’s diabolical clutches now.

***

After a while a large pile of bisected linen strips rested on the far side of the bed, with the last captive wriggling on the bed, her ample curves drawing Draev’s eyes and stealing from his mind his purpose. Her body reminded him of Moleeka’s, and how he had found her flailing indignantly upon the altar, like a gift-wrapped present from some benevolent and perverted god. Stuttering somewhat Draev told her as he told the others that she was in no danger and would soon be free, something which calmed her greatly. Licking his suddenly dry lips Draev cast a look over at Saril, who cocked an amused eyebrow back at him.

The going was slow, inch-after-inch of her nut brown flesh being revealed as his index finger moved along her body. Her dark eyes watched him intently as he worked, Saril loitering nearby, not taking the gag from the woman’s mouth just yet. The sides of his hand grazed her large, rounded breasts, erect nipples quite evident through the thin yet strong wrappings. The captive squirmed as if ticklish as his finger passed over her soft abdomen, creeping ever closer to the convergence of strips and slight indent of her vulva. Draev gasped slightly as the woman actually pushed her hips skyward as his finger passed over the slit of her lips, a deep moan slipping past her still gagged mouth. Smiling slightly to herself Saril’daa then decided that the gag would come out, prying it loose with two fingers and tossing it aside. Shapely thighs flexed and shifted as the wrappings slipped away from them, leaving her both free and nude. Draev stood upright with his back to her, listening for the tell-tale signs of the robe being donned. After some shuffling and shifting Draev turned around, about to speak, his words dying in this throat as the woman now kneeled on the bed near him, the arms that propped her top half upright also squeezing her sizable breasts together, chestnut brown nipples actually facing outwards slightly. Saril’daa smirked and took a seat in a nearby chair, crossing one leg elegantly over the other as she waited.

"Thank you, sir, for saving my life, for saving all of us there. I was the first to be captured, although I cannot begin to guess how long I was her prisoner. I am a merchant by trade, and apparently I had angered the Mistress of the Alabaster Court with some dealing and she had me abducted, to become the first of her sacrifices, or so she told me before I was sealed away, "the volumptous woman explained softly, creeping closer to him as she spoke, Draev transfixed by her deep, expressive eyes and her alluring body.
"To be perfectly blunt, after spending so much time unable to move I did whatever I could to occupy my time. I began to conjure up fantasies of some dashing rescuer coming to my aid, the thoughts naturally leading to what he would do with my helpless body once he had defeated that wicked woman, "she purred, wavy hair such a dark brown it was nearly indistinguishable from black tumbling lightly over her bare shoulders. Draev swallowed hard and glanced up to Saril’daa for a moment, the two of them remaining still, smile on the elf’s lips, eyes locked on his reactions.

By now the recently freed captive was on her hands and kneels as she crawled, resting her forehead against Draev’s thigh and murmuring something before continuing her speech.
"I imagined deft, strong fingers slipping along the folds and lines of my mummified body, touching me in my most sensitive spots, all unavoidable as it was necessary to free me. My rescuer would then gaze upon my nude body and I upon his rugged visage, and, having sworn it in the black depths of that prison time and time again, I would reward him with whatever he pleased. “

Draev was flabbergasted. It was one thing to entertain the possibilities that such a thing could happen, it was another thing entirely to have it happen, to have this willing, indebted woman inching her face towards where his now very hard member sat imprisoned by a layer of leather. He glanced over to the elven woman and the slimbiote again, but the two of them gave a little shrug of indifference.
" I’ve decided that the hero should be obligated to enjoy whatever rewards the captive offers to him as compensation. Do as you wish, "Saril explained, her tone conveying that he could do so free of guilt.
"However, "she added, leaning forward to regard him intensely, ebony fingers steepled before her strong, angular face, "everything you do I have to watch. Don’t want you getting too carried away, "the elf grinned, Daa speaking the exact same words to him in the exact same tone, almost like there was an echo to Saril’s voice.

The artificer froze, fingers clenched into fists as the woman ran her tongue over his still covered penis and moaned hungrily, hands sliding up to hook onto the waistband of his pants and tugging down insistently. Struck with indecision at first Draev finally relented and unfastened the top of his breeches, his hands then going to work on relieving himself of the rest of his clothing. With a ‘mmm’ of anticipation the woman quickly pulled his leggings down the rest of the way, his rock-hard length springing out to slide against her cheek. Delicately she grabbed ahold of him and began to run her tongue along his shaft, moaning every so often in enjoyment, her bent rump swaying from side-to-side hypnotically. His breathing growing quite deep within the span of a few heartbeats Draev clumsily tossed the rest of his clothing to the side, so focused on her body and her ministrations that he completely forgot that he could simply dismiss the conjured garments at any time, which he did then with a frustrated sigh.

The two of them were now fully nude, the woman inching her legs forward so that she sat upon her lower legs as she continued to lick and mouth Draev, peeling the foreskin back slowy to reveal the slick, velvety head underneath. Saril’daa shifted in her seat as she watched every movement and every twitch from the two of them, the pair drawing the same satisfaction from watching him surrender to the lure of the woman’s inviting body. Saril bit down on one of Daa’s simulated fingers to stifle a groan as the merchant woman suddenly engulfed Draev with her mouth, his entire body snapping rigid as a long, tortured groan escaped his clenched teeth. The muscles along his chest and legs rippled as the woman continued to suck with slow, luxurious movements, veined inches of his wet shaft appearing and disappearing as she moved back and forth upon him, lips wrapped tight. Dark fingers slipped around the artificer’s hips and clutched his ass, kneeding the toned mounds like a cat massages a favored cushion before laying upon it.

Pulling him forward the woman, plunging down on him one last time, balls grazing her chin released him with a slurp, collapsing back and pulling her legs out from under her, arms laying up around her shoulders in a look of utter surrender.
"Take your prize, dashing stranger, take it however you wish. I have a very open mind and an appetite that would shame many men from my prolonged imprisonment, "she promised breathily, eliciting a shiver of rapture from the artificer, the words like something out of a wild fantasy, yet were as truthful and real as any could be. Almost mechanically Draev climbed onto the bed, as focused and intense as a great cat about to spring upon its prey. Saril’daa was focused as well, frowning slightly in concentration as she took in the power that the woman’s body had over her lover’s mind, Draev surrendering to the opportunity, knowing full well, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the two of them were watching.

Playfully the woman squirmed her way up the mattress, retreating before Draev’s advance, pausing only when her hands were pressed against the low wooden headboard. The artificer followed her every motion and jiggle with rapturous interest, stiff erection wobbling between his legs, both the eyes of Saril and the merchant woman fixed upon it. Sliding his knees outward Draev began to straddle her prone body, enjoying the smoothness of her skin against his, the play of light and shadow along her folds and curves as he rose higher and higher, stopping when his erection brushed the neatly tended patch of curly hairs above her labia. His hands sought out and clasped firmly around her slender wrists, pushing down until they indented the mattress, pinning her in place and making both the woman beneath him and Saril gasp at the sudden show of dominance and force.

Fluidly Draev lowered himself down, the hungry intensity in his eyes pinning her gaze as effectively as his hands pinned her wrists. His lips sought out hers and embraced tightly, eaching taking a long moment to draw in the scent of each other’s skin before parting.
"My name is Draev, very pleased to make your acquaintance, "he whispered, a lopsided grin on his lips.
"Mine’s Jezebel, and the pleasure of meeting you is all mine, and growing by the moment, "the pinned woman smirked in return, raising her head to offer another kiss.
"Now that we’ve been properly introduced..."Draev began, interrupting his own sentence by suddenly diving down with his head, pressing his lips against hers and her head against the tubular satin pillow that ran the width of the bed. He was glad he had judged the force of his assault well, too much pressure would have been kind of painful and awkward, but just enough conveyed the sort of needy passion he felt. Jezebel responded by squirming beneath him, rubbing her legs together and twisting her torso around, soft murmurs of enjoyment rising from her throat.

Draev prodded the soft"V" at the junction of her legs, pleased to find a welcoming layer of wetness already there, the artificer’s penis nuzzling her moist folds, Jezebel squirming and whimpering as the smooth tip grazed her clitoris several times. Adjusting his legs so that his knees rested on the inside of her own he began to slowly but forcefully pry her legs apart, Draev watching her expression carefully as he did so. Jezebel squirmed and looked back at him through slitted eyes, playfully wiggling her hips so that he would have difficulty homing on exactly the right spot, the dark, dully gleaming skin of her legs rippling as the muscles underneath attempted to keep her legs shut. The two fought silently, intently, despite her best efforts Jezebel’s legs continued to part, a slight waft of her musky scent rising to Draev’s nose when at last he had spread her legs far enough that he could slip in without interference. This did not seem to matter to the merchant woman, who continued to writhe under him, tossing her head to the side, as if too afraid to meet his eyes. She instead looked over to where Saril’daa still sat, watching intently, meeting the elf’s eyes, a blissful look upon her face. The elven bodyguard shifted in her chair, locked in gazes with the pinned woman, feeling every touch, prod and brush of warm skin through the expression in her eyes, placing herself in the other’s situation.

"Are you certain that you wish to sit this one out? I sense this Jezebel wouldn’t turn down our joining them, even though she seems unaware of my presence and I would have to remain fairly low-key, "Daa suggested, "and we both know Master’s preference on that subject."
"The more the merrier, I do know, "Saril agreed silently, wincing as a particularly loud, breathy gasp reached her pointed ears, a murmur of growing arousal coming from her own mouth.
"Draev has more than earned this little jaunt, and with my express permission and presence he can do so without feeling guilty. I know he cares for me, and when she is gone we will continue to travel the world together, making new memories together while she remains in the past."
"That is not all of it, though, "Daa prompted, too tactful to voice what she undoubtedly already knew.

A sigh came from the elven woman next, her attention briefly stolen away from the sex act going on scant feet from her seated position.
"No, "Saril continued mentally, "it is not. Part of allowing this to take place is to examine how I feel about Draev with another woman. Not you, not that blue, air-headed bimbo Jegna, but another woman...a whole woman."
"You want to be her, but have to settle for watching him with her, "Daa filled in, her telepathic voice carrying a twinge of sadness with it.
"Yes, that’s it pretty much. It hurts, I can only admit, to watch him with another, when at my request it could stop, which proves to me that I care a great deal about him. No, I love him, this human man whom took me from that miserable life I had stumbled into and gave me self-respect and purpose back. I deal with my severe handicap because I really have no other option, and because of your constant support, both literal and otherwise. Just because I can’t have something doesn’t mean I never stop wanting it."
"You know that Master would travel to the ends of the known world and beyond if he found some way to undo what has been inflicted upon your body, "Daa interrupted softly, the pressure of a comforting hand of support felt along Saril’s right shoulder, even if it was only the sensation of it and not the real thing.

"I do, "the elf agreed with the barest of nods. "I know he can see the slight pain behind my eyes when something comes up regarding that which I have lost. I’ve never forgotten what it feels like to run under my own power, to swing a blade or embrace a loved one with my arms and hands. We work remarkably well together, and to be perfectly honest I think even I were able to be restored I would keep you close to me. You’re like a dark sister I never had, such has been the closeness of our relationship."
"I am honored and flattered one such as I could be considered as such, "the slimbiote responded sincerely, her voice cheery.
"And I am blessed to have had such a relationship, and would still be so even if I did not need your assistance to move, "Saril assured her.
"So, when are you going to tell him? "Daa asked slowly.
"Tell him what? "the warrior elf responded absently, pretending not to know.
Daa’s silence following that spoke volumes more than words ever could.
"I will know when the time is right, soon. The events that transpired these past few days almost kept me from telling him forever. I should have told him back in the temple, when he took the gag from my mouth, when I looked into his concerned, beautiful eyes once more after I believed I would never do so again. I will soon, Daa, just not this day, not now."
"I understand, "Daa said with a mental nod. "Now, what can I do to make this passionate exchange between the two of them more enjoyable for you? "she inquired coyly.
Saril once again shifted in her seat, watching as Draev’s lightly swaying cock was about to slide in deep between Jezebel’s wet vaginal lips, too weak and aroused to fight him off any longer.
"Nothing too major..."Saril whispered, picturing something. The ooze around her own sex began to shift and move unobtrusively, re-shaping itself to match her desires. The elf’s own groan of ecstasy was lost amidst the communal gasp between the artificer and the merchant as he finally slid home, entire body rigid and quivering from effort and concentration.

Draev’s first few thrusts were cautious, gauging Jezebel’s state of arousal, finding her quite wet, her inner walls clenching down upon him tightly to get as much sensation as she possibly could. Inside Saril a shaft shaped nearly precisely like Draev’s moved as if he were inside of her instead of the woman across from her, the elf’s imagination allowing her to fantasize it was her that he was taking right then, her body whole and pinned beneath him, limbs twitching and thrashing in response to even the tinest variation in the pleasure she was being rendered. Both the elf and the merchant gasped lightly as the artificer pushed forward with his hips and ass again, sinking into her balls deep, his rounded head pressed tight against the farthest-most reaches of her feminine chamber.

Arms quivering lightly from the effort of remaining so rigidly in place Draev then relaxed somewhat, pressing down upon her and thrusting with strong, steady movements, sending the dusky-skinned woman beneath him into another chain of soft whimpers and moans. Draev carefully monitored his own sensitivity as he repeated the rhythmic motion, going fast enough to please them both immensely, yet not fast enough to allow their current state to rise any higher than it already had. He wanted to hear her beg for more, and he didn’t have to wait long.
"Faster...please, "she whined, shifting her body downwards and clenching all the muscles she could around her hips.
Dreav’s response was a wry grin and to maintain the same rate.
"Sorry, cutting free all those women made me a little tired, you’ll have to make do with this, "he answered flatly.
Jezebel opened her eyes slightly and curled her lips into a pout.
"Then perhaps you should have just cut free my hips and ass, would you have had enough energy to give it to me hard if that were the only part of me exposed? I wouldn’t have minded it, laying curled up on my side, rump stuck out, wriggling as I felt you climb onto the bed behind me..."she listed off, then gasping aloud as a particularily strong thurst caused her to lose her train of thought.

"Good idea, Daa. He finds it hard to keep control when a woman teases him like that, "Saril smirked as she spoke telepathically to the slimbiote, groaning as well as the simulated cock inside her struck with all the need and energy Draev’s had.
"It would have been, but I have yet to make contact with this Jezebel mentally. She said that with no prompting from me. Seems she’s a quick study of men and their fetishes, "the slimbiote replied with a mental shrug. Saril chuckled softly then gasped again as Draev continued to thrust hard and eagerly into the merchant woman’s vagina, keeping her from uttering any more seductive words. He wasn’t successful, Jezebel writhing weakly beneath him as her sentence came out in short, loud bursts, punctuated with moans and murmurs of enjoyment.
"Perhaps, after fucking me you’d...leave whatever magics kept me sustained in that dark prison and rather than free me...just stuff me away into one of those portals. Pull me out whenever you felt like taking me again, or watching that...elf woman eat me out. I wouldn’t have...much of a choice in the matter, would I? "the merchant woman continued, thrashing as Draev continued to increase the tempo of his thrusts, face an intense mask of concentration as he fought between rendering her pleasure yet not too much that he himself could not handle it.

As it stood Saril, hearing the other woman’s words and seeing the effect it had on the artificer, could barely control the urge to wail and thrash about in an undignified manner on her seat, surrounded by the constraining force of Daa and experiencing just as much pleasure as Jezebel. Suddenly, with a sudden, sharp gasp the merchant twisted her body around, lying on her side, the artificer’s cock nearly slipping out of her completely, the head still embraced by her wet, fleshy lips. Draev, wondering if perhaps the sensation had gotten too intense for her lunged forward again, sliding back deeply inside her, hands still pinning her down.
"Trying to...escape? "Draev wondered aloud, looking down at the enraptured face of Jezebel. The dusky-skinned merchant woman didn’t respond at first, enjoying this new angle of attack immensely, but eventually found her tongue to speak.
"No...I want to feel you from behind me, so dominant, so forceful, "she breathed, wiggling beneath him, trying to roll onto her belly.

The artificer pulled out just enough so that she could move stiffly to her hands and knees, only to slam back inside her the second she was positioned like that, nimble and strong hands seeking out her shoulders and pushing them down to the bed, Jezebel’s rump now stuck up in the air at an extreme angle, pinned in place between Draev’s hips and his grip on her shoulders.
"That’s...it, "she assented, obediently slipping her arms between her legs and holding onto her ankles, her glossy, well-rounded ass bulging from her folded position, the only thing except the side of her head and her hair Draev could see from his angle. The artificer shifted his hands from her shoulders to her hips, gripping the taut flesh there as if he were wary she may slip away from her.
"No escape...now. I’m...all yours, "she groaned into the bed sheets, wriggling her hips from side-to-side to prove how much limited mobility she really had. Draev’s response was to grip onto her tighter, pulling her ass cheeks apart further, looking down to watch his glistening shaft disappear between those firm mounds over and over again in a ceaseless rhythm. Jezebel could only continue to whimper and moan weakly, as could Saril just feet away, Daa making it feel as if masculine hands gripped her own hips as well, the elven bodyguard just as enraptured by the passion of the moment.

Closing his eyes in an effort to shut out some of the maddeningly arousing things the woman beneath him was doing Draev pushed his hips back and forth with swift, smooth motions, each pull back nearly slipping free of her drenched slit only to glide effortlessly back in until his balls struck her clitoris. This continued perfectly well for some time, until Draev, distracted while trying to avoid erupting inside her, slipped out fully and his return strike was a little...off. Jezebel gave a breathy yelp as the tip of him struck the puckered opening of her ass, Draev regaining his senses upon the sudden change in texture and moisture as well. Half a second following that, Saril jumped in her seat, an unabashed groan escaping her lips as Daa did the same to her, the simulated shaft now resting teasingly at her anus as well.
"You alright? "Draev asked a little sheepishly to the woman beneath him, each breath causing every muscle in his torso to rise and fall with the effort. Jezebel took a moment to respond, and when she did she shifted her posterior from side-to-side enticingly, his tip sliding along the entire perimeter of her second opening down there.
"Yes, fine, just a little shocked was all."
"Then let’s get back to it, "Draev murmured, beginning to slip back down towards her warm wetness. Her response was to shift her rump down equally, his cock still resting against her upper area.
"I said I was shocked, not disappointed. You can, if you want. I can’t stop you and you’re more than wet enough to slip from me down there. I am ‘experienced’ enough to permit one of your size as well, in case you were wondering, "she continued, moving her rump around in a circular motion, like she were trying to work him in.
"Wasn’t wondering, so much...ummm, "the artificer responded lamely, caught between her utterly submissive suggestion and how little was stopping him from doing just what she wanted him to.
"Now that you’ve so boldly arrived there I don’t think I can accept you anywhere else. Fuck me there. In the ass. Do it. I don’t want to feel you anywhere else. Come inside me there, I want it so badly now..."she begged, pushing back on him harder, her plush buttocks spread apart as could be allowed by her bent-over position and his hands on her hips.

Draev was caught, he didn’t want to leave the feel of her body behind by pulling away, yet the tables had very rapidly turned on him, no longer controlling the pace or the location. Jezebel continued to plead and push back on him, the very tip of him starting to slip inside her ass from her insistant bucking. Saril moaned quietly as well, the slimbiote replicating what the merchant woman was feeling with enviable accuracy. Little-by-little the choice was made for Draev as Jezebel’s hip movements pushed him deeper inside, Daa pushing further inside the equally helpless Saril who could do nothing but try and relax her muscles, face a taut mask of concentration, head tilted back, eyes closed tightly. With a gasp partially muffled by pillows the head of Draev’s shaft slipped inside, the tight opening clamping down on him, the nerves alight with the intensity of the sensation. An insistant push from the artificer and Jezebel relaxed again, permitting another inch and a half of his throbbing penis, still glistening from her vaginal juices inside her.
"So...tight, "the dark-skinned woman groaned, clamping down once again before pushing back. Draev’s hand continued to grip her bulging hips tightly, keeping her cheeks spread, the sight of his cock slipping inside keeping him rock hard and aching for more.

The two women gasped aloud as the last of him drove into them, both the real and the simulated one. Saril’daa’s right hand rose up and once again placed the index finger inbetween her teeth, giving her something to bite down on to stifle her cries. The sounds of two women moaning in pleasure at his actions might be too much for the artificer to handle at the moment, Daa making sure that there would be no"accidents" until everyone was where they needed to be.

For the artificer’s part, he felt rather stuck, and not just for the obvious reason. The merchant woman had stopped moving, her back rising and falling rapidly from her heavy breathing, face obscured by her tousled hair. Draev experimented by tensing his cock, the slight increase in tension eliciting a small moan from her, and he continued, pushing lightly with his hips as he did so. There was not enough moisture to slide in and out as he had her vagina so he had to rely on small, slow movement to render her pleasure, which was working out quite well as the location was very sensitive. In addition to pushing lightly Draev began to knead her rump with his hands, pushing her plump cheeks together tightly, groaning himself from both the sight of it and the additional tightness the movement inflicted upon his trapped penis.

The elven bodyguard whimpered quietly, teeth clamping down tightly on the ebon finger in her mouth as the layer of slime clutched ahold of her buttocks and began to push and pull on them as if Draev’s fingers were responsible. The sight of Draev barely able to control his urges with the submissive woman down in front of him only heightened Saril’s arousal, and while the slimbiote had none of the comforting warmth of the artificer’s body it really was the next best thing. It would not be very long for all three of them.

Jezebel’s sudden eruption into an orgasm was proceeded with a flutter of short gasps for air which quickly changed into cries of pleasure as her entire body shook as much as it could in her folded position, hands clutching into her ankles tightly. Grinning with satisfaction Draev continued to molest her full ass, trying to create small variations in the pleasure to extend the orgasm’s grip on her nerves. The merchant woman twisted and wriggled her hips weakly, this time the artificer was the one who groaned, reaching the limits of what he could tolerate.
"Cum...inside me...now! "Jezebel pleaded loudly, pushing back and clenching as hard as she could, breathy whimpers drifting up from her face, left cheek pressed tightly against the bedsheets. Now this did exceed the limits of what Draev was capable of withstanding; her position, the soft feminine sounds coming from her, the permission to do so expressed both by her submissive position and her words. It all amounted to a sudden loud gasp from the artificer as he felt the all too familiar rush of liquid bliss rising up from the pit of his stomach to flow over and claim his entire body, hands gripping onto her as the muscles of his abdomen twitched rapidly. Two female groans accompanied his loss of control, one pleased to watch him orgasm, the other to feel it within her.

As Draev thrashed behind the folded merchant woman, face alight in ecstasy Saril felt a rush of fluids gushing into her own ass, Daa using the technique she had invented when they were both under the bed while Draev and Jegna enjoyed one another. Saril whimpered and squealed, her torso wriggling in her thin prison, her teeth now embedded in the simulated finger held up to her mouth, acting somewhat like a gag. Draev collapsing atop the dusky-skinned woman, still gasping, unable to pull free from the incredibly tight opening pushed the elf over the edge, imagining it was her into whom the artificer had cum, feeling his hot, needy breaths cascading over her bare back after he had mounted her submissively offered body. The back of Saril’s head struck and rubbed against the wooden back of the chair she sat it, her cursed body convulsing as she felt the black goo pouring into her ass begin to slip out past the large shaft buried deep within.

Jezebel actually chuckled weakly as she felt the same, milky white semen squeezing out past the artificer’s buried cock, the warm stickiness dripping onto her forearms tucked between her bent legs.
"Enjoying yourself back there? "she asked, shifting her hips from side-to-side then suddenly pushing back to elicit another tortured groan from the still recovering Draev.
"I would certainly...like to do that again...someday, "the artificer managed to say, giving the woman a hearty slap on one meaty cheek.
"I’d like that as well, but it seems to me you have a perfectly fine looking ass to do things like this too sitting over there, enjoying our little show. I hope my thanks for rescuing me in some small way repaid you for all the danger you exposed yourself too, "Jezebel replied, turning her head to gaze upon the still squirming Saril, Daa having moved her left hand down to the elf’s crotch so that it appeared as if that were the source of her enjoyment rather than the large dildo still buried within her.
"Hmph, your earlier offer about keeping you wrapped up and stored away has more appeal now, I would love to give her a chance at you, with myself on the side watching,"
Draev pondered aloud with a good-natured laugh to show he wasn’t truly serious about keeping her.
"Some day, it may happen, "Jezebel agreed, pushing back with her rump forcefully, Draev slipping free of her with a wet slurp. The artificer collapsed backwards, sitting upon the bed with his legs folded off to the side, arms weakly supporting him. Expecting her to collapse onto her side Jezebel did no such thing, instead her right hand rose up and began to finger her wet lips while her left hand took the round-about way and ended up proking and prodding her anus, fingers gliding over the generous amounts of lubricant to be found there. She groaned loudly as her dark fingers found particularily sensitive spot, glistening from a mixture of secretions contributed from both herself and Draev. The artificer could only sit and watch the woman pleasure herself, such unabashed confidence while exposed to someone who was minutes before a complete stranger.

Eventually, with the elven bodyguard slack against her seat, eyes closed and drawing deep, steady breaths Jezebel ceased her self-molestation with a short laugh, tilting over and landing into a fetal position upon the bed.
"It’s been awhile since I was able to enjoy myself so thoroughly, I got a little carried away. I trust you didn’t mind, "she smirked, knowing full well the answer.
Draev shook his head anyways, grinning.
"Glad you felt comfortable enough to do so. So, I suppose the second thing on your list to do after getting out of that dusty tomb..." Draev began, only to interrupted by Jezebel mid-way through it.
“...is take a long and hot bath. You read my mind. I have various suppliers I have to assure I am not in fact dead in the morning and all that struggling, both before and after the rescue have made me quite tired, " the dark-skinned woman listed off with a sigh.
"At least you have a chance to do so again, "Draev offered.
"For which I’m grateful, have doubt about that, "Jezebel returned, managing to prop herself up, fingers disappearing in amongst her dark curls as they held up her head.

Feeling quite drained himself Draev slipped off the side of the bed and stood, stretching with his arms above his head. He felt every bruise, cut and step he had just undertaken in the past day keenly, the wounds inflicted by the guard in the stairway stinging the most. Saril seemed to have recovered enough to stand, doing so without any hesitation or trembling of her limbs, Daa carrying the limbless elf along without any prompting from her. With a sweep of his hand Draev was dressed again, a simple cream robe belted at the waist with sandles on his feet, not intending to be dressed again any longer than was necessary. He was in need of a bath as well, something to soak away all the anxiety and weariness that still clung to his mind.
"I’ll conjure you up some clothes and leave a few coins so you can purchase real ones as soon as you can. I trust you have access to some resources in this city? "Draev asked, turning to face the reclining merchant woman. Jezebel nodded.
"Tulain is like a second home to me. I have a modest house on the east side with everything I’ll need. I will remain here for the night, though, I need a little pampering after that ordeal, "she decided with a nod of her head. Draev summoned forth an outfit light brown and white silks, adding a small stack of golden coins atop it from a dimensional pocket. In the mean time Jezebel had swung herself around, laying on her belly facing the two of them, chin propped up on the palms of both hands. Draev’s eyes couldn’t help but trace once again over her dusky, smooth skin, to the cleft of her rump and the smooth lines of her thighs beyond.
"I’ll tell the inkeep to pour a bath. I sincerely hope we meet one another again one day, "Draev said with a bow of his head. Jezebel agreed with a nod of her own and a broad smile, "I would like that very much Draev the artificer. My travels take me far and wide, I’m sure we’ll see each other again. That day, as today, I will thank you, and maybe I’ll be the one paying for the room, "she finished coyly. Jezebel then looked to Saril, the two women saying nothing but something was passed between the two and they both nodded to one another. Draev was sure it had nothing to do with Daa’s telepathic abilities but was just as articulate. With a creak of wood the pair opened and closed the door behind them as they left, Jezebel’s softly smiling face the last thing they saw.

***

Days later, and the relief of finally being away from Tulain was still fresh in Draev’s mind. The cabin of the ship they had purchased a berth upon swayed as they rode the waves, on a course that would eventually lead them back to the city of Archemar, seat of the Artificer’s Guild power and final resting place of artifacts deemed too dangerous to be allowed to sell. All-and-all, it had been a net loss for Draev, the necklace and the fire crystal he had sacrificed to free himself of the Mark of the Mundane would be hard to replace, and the travel expenses to get back all the way to Archemar would not come cheaply either. Still, these thoughts the artificer did not dwell upon. He had saved that which he valued the most, his life and the lives of his companions, stopped an evil goddess from returning to the world and gotten a good measure of the power an old foe now possessed. All of these things had value to them, just not a gold value.

Draev also wondered about Moleeka, if she would gather her resources elsewhere and seek out the scarab again to complete her ritual. She swore vengeance against him, and would likely do whatever she pleased to those around him to heighten his misery, most likely using their lives to try and get him to gain access to the Forbidden Vault. The artificer hoped against hope that the day would never come where he would have to choose between their lives and handing untold power over to a meglomanaical sorceress.

This, however, was not the place or time for such dark thoughts. Saril napped peacefully beside him, laying upon her belly and head turned away from him. Daa was at the far corner of the room, practicing her shaping skills by repeatedly shifting between liquid and solid forms trying to make small variations each time. The artificer had not heard from Jegna since she had disappeared back into her lamp back at the underground temple, likely still recovering from her brush with elemental earth and her own mortality. He sat with his back against the wall that bed was fastened against, nude, simply letting his mind wander while occasionally glancing over to see how Daa was progressing.

Saril beside him stirred and then yawned, struggling briefly and then finally rolling onto her back, breasts wobbling tantalizingly as she came to a stop. Her back-arcing stretch kept his interest, as did the short, feminine grunt accompanying it. Vibrant green eyes flicked over to regard his nude body in much the same manner, eyes slightly elongated at the corners sweeping up to meet his.
"Self-restraint? What is this new and disturbing trend you have begun? "she asked, smirking.
Draev feigned ignorance, a futile attempt even if he really were trying to deter her. She was far too sharp a study of moods, his in particular to truly hide anything from her notice.
"Were you expecting me to do something? "he asked.
The elf woman’s lips twisted into a half-smile, the humor shared with her eyes as they continued to sweep across his countenance.
"Usually something as normal and inconspicuous as rolling over or stretching and your hands are all over me. Does it not appeal to you anymore? "she queried, arching her back in another stretch, the smooth mounds of her breasts shifting slightly as the body underneath moved. The artificer’s foreheard creased slightly and eyes narrowed in focus, but he otherwise made no other movement.
"Oh I see, "the bodyguard mused, "enjoying the anticipation, feeling with your eyes first. Well, feel away, "Saril invited, shifting her small body around and throwing in a few soft grunts as she did so, making herself as much a target as she could. Draev’s entire body tensed, and he released his current breath of air out in a slow, tortured sigh as she continued to tease him, unable to stop him should he attempt anything, which was part of the torment.

After about a minute of this Saril used what momentum she could gather and rolled again, this putting her directly beside Draev, cheek pressed lightly against his hip. A slight turn of her head and the artificer could feel her breath along his skin, followed closely by her tongue lightly grazing his flesh. The elf’s own hips rubbed against his knees, smooth and warm and so very tempting, the taut mounds of her posterior clenching and flexing as she shifted her limbless body. Slowly Draev’s left arm lifted up from its inert position along his leg and glided over to hover above her wriggling form, pausing only long enough to ensure his hand would land exactly where he wanted it to when he let it fall. Fingers came into contact and conformed to the shape of her rump, middle finger dipping down to rest along the cleft of her ass, his digits limp for the time, enjoying the feel of her on a passive level. Somewhat perversely Draev imagined himself seated atop a throne, the woman to his left one of the arm rests, warm and soft and responsive to his touch, a symbol of his mastery and dominance.

 The very moment that the fantasy has entered his mind Draev felt another weight on the bed, glancing over to see Daa positioning himself on his other side exactly as Saril was, her ebony limbs disappering within her body until she was nothing more than a shapely head and torso as well.
"I sensed you felt you were lacking...symmetry with your arrangement, so I decided to join you, "the slimbiote explained, a simulated tongue slithering along his naked hip just as the elven warrior on the other side was doing. It wasn’t wet, but what it lacked in realism it made up for in vigour. Draev’s right hand rose up and placed itself upon Daa’s back and ass much the same way his left lay atop Saril, giving him an incredible feeling of power and arousal. Unable to control his urges any longer Draev’s fingers began to roam and probe, eliciting whimpers from them both, the tips sliding down as far as his reach would allow to graze their most intimate folds and crevices. Not long after the artificer was rock hard and his fingers and hands were not satisfied with a mere caress but instead hungrily groped and squeezed whatever rounded flesh they could find, Saril’s breathing increasing in tempo and depth as her own arousal spiraled upwards.
"I think you should lay down and place Saril down atop you, Master, "Daa suggested, doing so only because it was the very thought that was passing through Draev’s lust-addled mind. "Face her whichever way you want. Use me as a pillow, I can make my breasts or ass as plump and comfortable as you could wish, "she offered, shifting her body upwards toward the small headboard.

With that pleasant image rolling around in his mind Draev began to shift his body down, hands grasping onto Saril to heft her up and onto his chest, auburn hair tickling his side as he decided he wanted to watch the expression on her face as he slid deep inside her. Just at that moment, the elf half atop him, breasts compressed between her torso and his own there was a familiar snap and rushing noise as well as an eye-catching swirl of glittering blue. Draev cursed inwardly and he heard Saril sigh. As much as Draev understood that Jegna liked spending"quality "time with him, he was really hoping that the djinn would be too weak to manifest for a day or so yet. It was not the case, apparently, but the artificer was not going to bow to her whims today. There was something he had been mentally toying with since they had left port, and now was as good a time as any to test its effectiveness. The elven bodyguard gave him a slightly pleading look, conjuring up the guilt of the last time the genie interrupted their lovemaking.
"I’ll take care of it, "Draev assured her quietly as the djinn began to take her usual curvaceous from, complete with barely there silk attire. Saril did her best to look reassured, but they both knew Jegna was too strong-willed to simply take no for an answer.

Draev’s left hand was still on the elf’s rump as the genie completed forming, head nestled against Daa’s glossy black bosom which she had inflated to a more-than-generous size. The artificer’s erection was still as prominent and needy as it had been moments ago, the first thing Jegna’s eyes fixed upon as she opened her unearthly golden eyes.
"Mmm, I see the other two have whetted your appetite quite nicely, but time to put aside those little nibbles and enjoy the main course, " the djinn purred, her blue silken outfit dropping to the ground with a clatter of the golden medallions that formerly held it in place.

Normally the sight of her ample curves jostling slightly as she paced towards him was enough to catch his interest, but this time Draev instead remained focused on Saril, running his hands over her body, enjoying the firm roundness of her cheeks uninterrupted by legs beneath them. Jegna’s pace slowed, a scowl forming on her strong face, hands rising to perch atop her full hips.
"Hello? The body which you have compared to nature’s splendor is right here before you and you focus on...her? "the elemental woman asked, pausing at the end of her sentence to find a polite term for the elf woman. There was little that Draev could deny her, but he would not tolerate the genie insulting or belittling Saril or Daa so the blue-skinned female chose her words carefully.
"Sometimes one tires of landscapes and instead wishes to enjoy finely crafted works of art, "Draev returned, still not looking up from Saril, his fingers slipping down to trace along the elven woman’s entrance, slick with moisture and ready for him. She moaned in response, tilting her head back and closing her eyes in pleasure, drawing a jealous glance from Jegna who obviously still felt needy after being denied days earlier while she was held captive in the underground temple.
"What’s it going to take to get your focus back on my majesty? "Jegna asked, unable to keep the pout from her voice as she crossed her arms, propping her melon-sized breasts up, hard dark blue nipples pointed directly at him, begging to be touched or licked. This caught Draev’s attention, but only for a moment, eyes flicking over to note the change in the djinn’s position but returning to the elf woman’s laying partially atop him. Emitting a frustrated sigh the genie walked over to the side of the bed and slipped onto it, ending up on all fours, breasts dangling like large exotic fruit ripe for the tasting.
"Would I get more attention if I were like them? A helpless bundle of shapely female flesh, yours to play with and enjoy any way you pleased? Is that what you are really in the mood for? "the genie asked breathily, emphasizing certain words as she crawled closer to him. She had his interest now, Draev looking past Saril to the approaching elemental woman, his cock subconsciously twitching at the thought.
"You would like that wouldn’t you? Someone like me relying on you completely, unable to deny you even the simplest touch. I can do that for you, only you, "she promised, sliding along his right side now, his skin tingling where her body touched him. The narrow bit of mattress between Draev and the edge of the bed forced Jegna to move slowly, breasts once again pressed tightly together and rubbing sensuously, as did her thighs, the artificer’s mind could only wonder what she looked like from behind.

Resting her head against Draev’s ribs Jegan did something completely unique in the time that he had known her, insomuch that she had never gone to such lengths to attract his eye. Her physical form little more than a convenience magically-imposed on her by the terms of her servitude she still had a great deal of control over it, the djinn demonstrating this by willing her shapely arms and legs to disappear in a flare of glittering blue smoke, leaving only her head and torso still physically present, identical to both Saril and Daa. The elemental woman wriggled a bit as she tested her new limitations, then put on an exaggerated pout on her face.
"So vulnerable, just like back in the temple, yours for the taking. You’ve been with Saril dozens of times like this, but what about me? Don’t you want to know what it’s like to have a being as powerful as I am at your mercy, pounding into my struggling body, hearing my pleas for release..." she trailed off, grinning wickedly at him. She did have a point, the artificer had never had sex with Jegna when she was not completely in control of everything, it was a unique and incredibly tempting offer. Draev’s right hand lightly brushed over her mane of blue curls and slid against her face, Jegna murmuring in enjoyment and gliding her tongue over his fingers, feeling the warm tingling he wished elsewhere on his body.

The artificer’s hand continued to pet the submissive djinn’s head, the fingers sliding back along her graceful neck to the nape, where his fingers paused for a moment. Jegna’s pleased expression quickly changed to pained annoyance, giving Draev a sharp look.
"That hurt! What was that? "she demanded, gold eyes boring into his.
"Something I’ve been tinkering with for the past while. I always was a quick study of spells, and while it’s hardly as powerful as the original it should remain in place for an hour or two before you can break free of its influence, "Draev explained.
"Influence...? "the genie repeated, concentrating for a moment before an utterly shocked look rapidly over-took her face. She struggled, panicking slightly, large warm breasts sliding against his chest weakly. "How did you seal away my magic?"
"Mark of the Mundane, or at least a simpler version of it. In your weakened state you won’t be able to break free of it until its duration elapses, until then, you are as helpless as Saril here, "he explained to her with a wicked grin of his own.

The djinn’s next words were sullen and hurt, her expression matching her question’s tone.
"So I suppose you’ll just push me off to the side and fuck her like you were going to originally? "the blue-skinned woman commented sourly.
"Oh, no, that’d be a little too cruel, "Draev began, winking at Saril on his other side,
"we’re going to make this very sporting."
The artificer slid the elven bodyguard off of him gently, then moving to do the same to Jegna.
"What are you going to make us do? "the genie asked with the tiniest tremor in her voice, her confidence shaken as she realized she truly was at his mercy. Just as the last syllable left her plush lips the genie found a magically-conjured ring gag being fixed around the back of her head, the metal O wrapped in black leather, forcing her jaws apart. The genie"mmpphh’d "and squealed in alarm, shaking her head in an effort to dislodge the gag but to no effect, the leather device soon securely fastened in place.
"A truly wicked idea, Master, a delightful compromise given the situation, "Daa commented mentally to him, black lips curled in a smile.

A few moments work later and the three females were lined up along the bottom edge of the bed on their bellies facing the head board, the elf to Jegna’s right, the slimbiote to her left. Saril was gagged just as Jegna had been, the elf and the artificer exchanging a few whispered words before the elf’s ability to speak was stolen away. Aching to molest their helpless bodies Draev reigned in his lust and moved to behind Daa then spoke.
" Daa, form your lips into an O shape like the other two are."
The black slimbiote complied instantly, her full lips shaping themselves as if she were gagged, even forming the image of straps running along her cheeks to behind her head. Draev reached down and pressed his hand against the back of the sentient slime’s neck.
"There, now the magics that allow even Daa to change shape have been locked, you are all in the very same boat, pun intended, "the artificer explained audibly, referring to the ship that they already were aboard.

The whole thing was a lie, of course. While Draev assumed he could lock Daa into her current shape with the Mark, he hadn’t, not if wanted what he had in mind to work. Moving back up to the head of the bed Dreav seated himself with is legs spread wide, back flush against the headboard and cabin’s wall, erection prominently displayed.
"The challenge is simple: first one to draw the tip into their mouth will be receiving my full attentions. The other two will have to be content in watching me take the winner, shaft slipping repeatedly into whatever orifice catches my interest, "he said plainly, the fingers of his right hand sliding appreciatively over the velvety-smooth skin of his cock.

The three exchanged looks, Jegna confused and looking quite insulted that she would have to do something so humiliating just to lay with him, but when both Saril and Daa began to inch their bodies forward in an undulating fashion she quickly joined them. For Draev it was utter tortue watching the three of them slowly crawl forward, breasts sporting hard nipples sliding over the bedclothes repeatedly, asses rising up and clenching with each push forward, the feminine grunts of effort, all of their eyes fixed upon their goal which pulsed lightly with every beat of his heart. Jegna quickly grew frustrated, her progress slowed as she attempted repeatedly to break free of the magical curse upon her, to no end. This was followed with a period of frantic struggles to catch up, something Draev enjoyed watch intensely. A few ounces less self control and he wouldn’t even have been able to last long enough for one of them to reach him, spurting all over the sheets at the sight of their highly erotic struggle.

As they began to near him, tongues occasionally slipping out in anticipation of drawing him into their mouths the next part of Draev’s plan took shape. He needed Daa to be able to subtly alter her form, which is why he simply didn’t attempt the Mark upon her in the first place. The surface of the slimbiote’s compact body began to become sticky along her left side, clinging to Jegna’s flawless blue skin. This in turn caused her to slow in her progress towards him, something she did not take quietly. She writhed and whined for all she was worth, trying to slip free of Daa’s clinging body, eyebrows knit in confusion, frustration and concentration. Still, the Mark did its work, keeping her body in its current shape with all its limitations. All of this allowed Saril to take the lead, grinning as much as she was able to considering the gag at the little plan Draev had worked out.

Before long the elven bodyguard was a full foot ahead of the other two"competitors" close enough for Draev to grasp his erection and push the rounded tip down in an invitation, one which the limbless woman was more than happy to accept. Pink tongue glistening with saliva she reached out, the swaying tip grazing the head with increasing frequency, leaving wet trails across the vein-marbled surface. The artificer teased her a little, shifting his member around evasively as she seemed about to pull him into her waiting out, drawing short squeals of protest from the cursed elf. Unable to deny her and himself any longer Draev’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head as he finally began to slip inside her warm and wet oral cavity, Saril continuing to wriggle forward even after technically"winning”, impaling herself deeper and deeper upon him, this time drawing a groan from the artificer.

Lower down the bed Daa and Jegna were now hopelessly stuck together, both shifting their bodies to try and get free, though only one of them was genuninely trying.
"Looks like Saril is the winner. Unfair really, she had so much experience on you two. Ah well, I trust you’ll be able to keep each other occupied while I give the victor that which she so richly deserves? "Draev asked with an raised eyebrow, wincing slightly as more and more of him continued to disappear inside her propped open mouth. Only Daa smiled, Jegna whined loudly, showing she anything but agreed with the ruling, not that there was much she could do about it at the moment.

The genie’s protested continued as Daa, revealing that she was in fact not held in that position by any sort of magical seal, began to lose cohesion and flow over the elemental’s blue skin, covering it in a tight, glossy layer of black. When at last Daa was finished Draev was treated to an incredibly arousing sight, the two of their limbless bodies pressed together in opposite directions, appearing to be two limbless, well-endowed women sheathed in supple black leather. The slimbiote had placed herself atop the djinn, breasts bulging as they pressed tightly against Jegna’s belly, face apparently"sealed "against the blue-skinned woman’s vulva just as her was against Daa’s simulated one. The two continued to wriggle and moan, trying to unsuccessfully pry their faces away from each other’s intimate regions, which in turn only created more stimulus for Jegna. It wasn’t long before the genie was groaning from something other than efforts to escape.

Draev’s hands were clenched into fists as he tried desperately maintain control over himself, the sight of their two grinding bodies, their hips and breasts bulging from the tightness of their ebon prison while Saril’s nose was brushing against the dark curls of his own nether regions so deep within her was he. Uncurling his fingers the artificer reached down to cup both of the elf woman’s ass cheeks, pinning her against him, a que she did not miss as she started to moan and shake her head in a mock effort to slip free of him, the furthest thing from her mind. Draev wanted to cum so badly right then, being stimulated on so many levels, but Saril had barely had a chance to feel him and he was going to try and draw this out as long as he could.
It wasn’t such a bad ending to what had been a long and arduous episode of their travels together, and Draev had a feeling that they would be together for a good long while yet.