The arcane tower continued to ring out with lewd noises, in Williams room Minthara had her back arched and her head tilted back as William continued to taste her womanly nectar.
Lenore was between his thighs, bobbing her head up and down with fervor that sent William into a spiral of pure pleasure, and soon he was unable to control it and released a thick spray of his vital essence into her mouth, causing her to choke and cough.
Lenore fell back on her shapely butt and continued to cough, and while that was happening Minthara pulled Williams head away from between her legs and kissed him, seemingly not caring that his face was drenched in her juices.
Minthara pulled away with a smirk and turned around exposing her heart shaped butt before she lowered herself onto Williams erect shaft.
The moment his tip began touching her flower she let out a gasp, her flowers lips trembling with pleasure as she continued to lower her hips onto William.
"Oh gods, how does that red bitch handle this thing?" Her legs shook as she rose up once more, making sure William gets a good look at her perfectly shaped ass before she slammed down to the hilt.
Minthara's eyes went wide and she arced backwards onto William as his thick pulsating member reached to her cervix and threatened to penetrate it straight to her womb.
William wrapped her in his arms, his hands cupping her bouncing breasts as he rocked his hips, the sound of Minthara's moans serving only to push him further into the abyss.
PAT!
PAT!
PAT!
"KYAAAAA!"
"ANNNNGGGGG!"
"OH GODDDDSSSS!"
William felt her velvet folds squeeze him and suddenly Minthara shook as a torrent of her juices sprayed out around Williams still thrusting manhood.
William continued to pursue his desires, his movements becoming increasingly aggressive as he delved further into Minthara's body. He felt as if he had reached the edge and was just about to pull back, but just as he was about to escape her embrace, Minthara's arm tightened around his neck, pinning him against her body. Her hips swayed back and forth rhythmically, her lips pressing against his in a demanding and passionate manner before pulling back and smirking pleasantly at his hazy expression.
"Don't you dare... Pull out... I want it all!" She said with a hot and sultry tone that only served to push William over the edge and with a cry of pure ecstacy he plunges as deep as possible and unleashed his vital essence into her womb directly, the massive torrent of fluid flooding her flower completely.
Lenore was on the ground watching William and Minthara go at it, her fingers plunging into her wet and glistening flower as she waited her turn, her eyes were going wide as she reaches a climax of her own but she still caught sight of Minthara wrapping her arm around William and refusing to let him pull out and stared in a somewhat shocked expression.
Minthara's body seemed to lose its strength, and William laid her down next to him with a warm expression on his face that became predatory as he turned back towards Lenore, who abruptly ceased touching herself under the weight of his gaze.
"Come to me," Williams' voice echoed through the room, carrying a powerful intensity and a palpable desire that sent shivers down Lenore's spine.
The words seemed to pull her towards him, and before she realized what was happening, she was already wrapping her legs around him, as if she was trying to constrict him.
William smiled devilishly as he slowly pushes his somehow still erect manhood inside of Lenore causing her to let out a cry of pleasure that practically shook the tower by its foundation, and a wave of pure magical energy poured from her body, slamming small objects into the walls and even temporarily waking Minthara from her sexual daze.
Lenore lowered herself completely, connecting them through his manhood.
The surge of magical energy she unleashed was so powerful that it turned into a tidal wave, sending ripples of shaking through the Underdark for miles.
Karlach sleeping in bliss next door was knocked off the bed she was precariously resting on, falling hard on the stone floor and waking her abruptly.
"What the hell? Are we under attack?" Karlach reached for the Sparky Points trident and rushed out the door, not even taking the time to put on any clothes.
The moment she stepped into the hallway and turned the corner, she was nearly knocked clean off her feet by an overwhelming wave of raw, unadulterated magic.
It was so potent and pure that she felt like she was actually fighting against the very fabric of the magical weave itself.
"Wha... What in the hells... Is it coming from William's room?" She pushed against the tidal wave of magic with all her substantial might and began walking towards his room.
WHOOSH!
A powerful surge of magical energy rippled through the already substantial tides, sending her reeling back several feet.
The force was so intense that she managed to dig out small, shallow trenches in the floor beneath her feet.
"I will not be deterred! HAAAAAAA!" Karlach's roar, raw and powerful as a barbarian's, echoed across the chamber. Her muscles tensed to the absolute limit, and a palpable aura of pure, unadulterated rage and fury began to build around her.
This intense emotional state seemed to shield her from the incoming magical onslaught, allowing her to surge forward, her body propelled by a mixture of adrenaline and sheer will, until she reached the door itself, where the magical force was emanating.
SLAM!!
SHATTER!
With a forceful push, the door slammed open with a loud bang, striking the stone wall with such force that it shattered upon impact, sending splinters of wood flying outwards in every direction.
Karlach however ceased to move once she could see inside, the sight before her causing her barbarian rage to fade away like a candlelight in a hurricane.
Inside the room William was lying on the bed while their host Lenore was bouncing up and down furiously on his manhood.
Minthara was lying next to them with a blissful expression on her face and fluids still leaking from her flower.
CLANG!
With a powerful thrust of her tridents, Karlach plunged the points deep into the stone, each point finding purchase and sticking firmly in place.
Lenore and William were right in the middle of the act they were watching when the sudden and unexpected noise startled them both.
They both simultaneously looked up, and as their eyes followed the source, they saw her standing right there, her silhouette starkly outlined against the darkness of the doorway.
All that was really visible was her face, and her eyes, which were glowing with the same fierce, infernal heat that seemed to burn within her heart.
"K... Karlach..." William stammered, fully expecting to get a thrashing from the wrathful barbarian.
"You... You..." Karlach's breath came out in the form of steam as she took slow and extremely measured steps forward.
Karlach's boots thudded once.
Then again.
Every single step she took felt deliberate, carrying a weight that served as a constant reminder of her authority and dominance over the stone beneath her feet.
Even now, the air still seemed to hold a faint shimmer of the magic that had been present earlier, and the candles, flickering wildly as if they weren't quite sure if they were supposed to burn or simply flee.
William froze.
Lenore stilled.
Minthara's half-lidded gaze sharpened.
Karlach advanced with the slow inevitability of a rolling inferno.
Her silhouette stood as a wall of sheer muscle and intense heat, framing the doorway with an aura of terrifying power, as if summoned by the very act of betrayal itself.
The infernal glow behind her eyes flared brighter with each step.
"You…" she breathed.
Another step.
The candlelight finally caught her face.
Not fury.
Not heartbreak.
A grin.
Slow.
Spreading.
Dangerous.
Her tail flicked once behind her.
"You dare have fun without me?"
The words landed like a thrown gauntlet.
William blinked.
Minthara pushed herself up onto her elbow, her brow arching in a playful expression that conveyed a sort of amused challenge. "We had the distinct impression that you were soundly asleep."
Karlach snorted, a plume of steam curling from the nostrils of her face. "As if a magical shockwave of that magnitude, ripping through the Underdark, would even allow anyone to sleep."
Lenore's cheeks flushed a very faint shade, and the lingering hum of power seemed to be clinging to her skin, leaving a feeling of static electricity in its wake.
Karlach now stepped completely into the room, her presence filling the space as she firmly slammed the broken door shut behind her with the force of her foot.
The click echoed with suspicious finality.
She rolled her shoulders, the faint glow along the seams of her skin intensifying, and then said, "Next time, I'd really appreciate it if you would invite me along." She placed one hand firmly on the bedframe and leaned closer, her voice carrying a touch of hopeful anticipation.
William was about to open his mouth and respond, but then seemed to reconsider, as if changing his mind.
Minthara's lips curved into a sharp, almost competitive expression. "And just what makes you think that you can possibly keep pace with me?"
Karlach's laugh was deep and resonant, echoing with the sound of embers catching fresh air. "Give it a shot," she said, her voice laced with a challenge.
The tension in the room shifted.
What had been confrontation became challenge.
What had been shock turned electric.
Outside the tower, the Underdark settled back into uneasy stillness.
Deep within, the candles seemed to glow brighter, almost like they were responding to the intense passion that burned fiercely within Karlach's chest.
Karlach reached up and gently grabbed Lenore by her shoulders and began to guide her up and down with greater speed and force that nearly caused Lenore to black out as his tip touched her furthest depths.
"Aaagghhh... Oh gods... Oh gods Its too much... I... I can't aaaaaahhhh!!!" Lenore cried out as Karlach's powerful arms pushed her deeper and harder with each push.
Karlach's devilish smile stretched wider and she lifted her gaze to meet Williams.
"Remember what I said... No matter who you end up choosing as your significant other, I will always hold a special place in your heart as your first and foremost."
With her head leaned in close, she kissed him passionately, while simultaneously pushing Lenore to move even faster, making her rise and fall with ever-growing intensity.
With a sudden movement, she pulled her lips away from Lenore and let go, then grabbing Williams' face from both sides and looking directly into his eyes with an intense gaze, she declared, "You belong to me...!" A deep, rumbling growl escaped her lips, both sultry and threatening.
Williams eyes flashed with intense emotions and he grabs one of her hands, "And you Karlach, are mine...!"
A sound that was pure and unadulterated pleasure, a cry that snapped them right out of their reverie, echoed through the room. "KYAAAAAAAAAA... I'M COMING... OH GODS, I'M COMING!"
Lenore was crying out in ecstacy, her bountiful breasts bouncing as she furiously rocked back and forth.
Soon William felt her insides spasm around him, driving him wild with pleasure and causing him to shoot a thick torrent of vital essence into her furthest depths.
"Oh gods! It's so hot... I can't stand it, kyaaaaa!" Lenore was unable to resist crying out as William filled her up entirely, painting her insides with his colors and causing the Drow wizard to go limp in his embrace.
With a gentle touch, William positioned the severely fatigued Lenore beside Minthara, then pulled Karlach close and settled her comfortably in his lap.
"Karlach," William breathed into her ear, his voice filled with sincere admiration. "You are truly an amazing woman!" The words seemed to resonate deeply within her, causing a slight shiver to run through her spine and tail, and then, almost instantly, her composure returned.
"And don't you fucking forget it!" She smiled before once more pressing her lips against his with a possessive look in her eyes.
The gloom in the Underdark seemed to warm somewhat, causing nearby mushroom people to dance oddly as if they could sense the pheromones from where they were and in another part of the Underdark near a large body of dark water a group of Duregar Dwarfs looked up and sniffed at the air.
"OI, WHO'S HERE HAVING SOME FUN!" An older, stern-looking Duregar was in the midst of administering some physical punishment to an Deep Gnome when a familiar, intoxicating scent caught his attention.
"What in the name of the Gods are we supposed to be fucking? We've already taken care of every single Gnome, except for that tiny, little bitch who pinched our Captain's boots." A boisterous subordinate named Duregar spoke up from a high balcony, leaning over a thick rope fence as he spoke.
"Tsk... Whatever, just get on with the looting, we need to get back to the Grymforge, this place is giving me the willies!"