Familiar Bonds 03: Dungeon Diving

CW: FFM threesomes; body modification; magic; transformation; forced orgasms; group sex; bisexual; knotting; mind alteration; aphrodisiac;

Ellie managed to dip beneath Bri's attack - a slash of searing-hot, shining metal that sprung from her fingers. Bri hadn't summoned silver before, but it seemed prudent given the circumstances.

Ellie dipped, and the other two people - werewolves - moved like lightning, shifting and hiding immediately behind any furniture; Bri swirled, and saw Ellie with her hands up, showing deference.

'Wait - wait-' Ellie said again. 'Please, we're - we're friends-'

'Bri,' Jamie said, stepping forwards. Bri was looking around the room, her heart pumping, adrenaline rushing through her whole body, eyes flitting between the three strangers. 'Violence doesn't help.'

'Told you she wouldn't help,' the male intruder said, low to the ground behind the coffee table; it wasn't really hiding him, but it was clear he could flip it to deflect an attack if needed, and at least gave him some cover. The combat training Catherine had taken her through told Bri that he was smart, and prepared, but not attacking.

So, she paused, focusing her attention to a different sect of magic. 'I'm going to read your minds,' Bri said. 'You can fight it, but please don't - if you're legit.'

They didn't respond, but Bri wasn't waiting for permission. She threw magic into her own mind, and let it expand into the room in a wash, soaking everyone.

She could feel Jamie, his familiarity tinged with caution and a general wish to do no harm - how sweet. She could also feel the three werewolves, strangers - or, in Ellie's case, an acquaintance-of-Jamie's - their minds reeling, scared and alert, and yet not violent.

They didn't want to fight.

Huh.

So, she dove deeper. She focused on the guy, the fact that he was slightly older telling her that he was probably the source of all of this.

He didn't resist, and as she delved into his mind, she was immediately met with information. His name was Vincent, he was thirty eight, and he'd been a werewolf for only a few months now - which was surprising. What surprised Bri even more was the vision she saw inside his head, as she focused on the source of his condition: he had been turned by the woman he loved, Paige.

Bri saw in his gut a deep guilt, however, for something else - something that was connected to Paige.

So Bri switched; she pulled out of Vince's head, and pushed into Paige's. It took less than seconds, but Bri saw it - the violence that was acted upon her, and the beast she contains within her now. She saw that Paige had been a werewolf for years, successfully staying contained with the help of Vince. Together they travelled, trying to find a cure, trying to be safe.

Bri saw Paige hearing of a rumour - a cave that held the secret of a cure to lycanthropy. It was a dangerous challenge to undertake, but they felt that they had no choice. They located the cave, deep in the woods, but once inside-

Paige's mind slipped to the next image - a trap, tentacle arms wrapping around them, snaking around limbs and holding them in place, together. She saw Paige and Vince, in the mouth of the cave, as the full moon rose. Paige transformed, furious and scared, and she bit into Vince's shoulder.

All of this information came with the shame and sadness Paige felt for her actions, the emotion and the memories locked together.

Then, Bri was shown something that caused a wave of Paige's guilt to flush through her.

Bri watched Vince and Paige transform, under the light of the full moon. She could feel the pack instincts - this push to create more of them. She watched them mate - animalistic rutting in the dark, a mix of beastly growls and human moans. And then she watched them hunt.

In one night, after transforming under the moon, the two werewolves raced out into the dark. They tracked Paige's sister - Ellie - to Mirbeck, and with relative ease were able to convert her with little more than a bite.

Bri pulled away, dragging her mind out of Paige and Vince at the same time. They groaned, holding their heads as the invasion subsided, but it was worth it. Bri softened in a moment, dispelling the magic that still crackled around her.

She believed them.

'Thank you,' Bri said, after a moment. 'For letting me see. I'm sorry for the reaction I had.'

Ellie pulled a face that Jamie recognised simply as discomfort. 'You don't like werewolves. Who does?'

'I've never met a werewolf before,' Bri corrected. 'I shouldn't have jumped to... I'm sorry. In fairness, you did break into my home.'

Vince, standing up, nodded. 'I told her that was a bad idea, but... we are desperate.'

'What do you mean?' Bri asked.

Paige stepped forwards, putting herself between Bri and her husband and sister. 'For years, Vince kept me safe. Or, kept others safe from me. But after we were trapped, and I turned him... last month, we came here and turned my baby sister. Making us a pack of three. Next month, who knows? My parents? His siblings? The instinct is undeniable, and I won't accept this. We need to get into that cave, and get the cure.'

'Cave?' Jamie asked. 'The one you got stuck in?'

Bri looked at him. 'You saw that?'

'I saw what you saw,' he shrugged. 'We're linked.'

'Sure,' she said, shaking that off. 'So - the cave. You know where it is?'

Paige nodded. 'We can take you there - but we need the Witch of Mirbeck to help us. We ask you, as the protector of this town, to save it.'

Bri steeled a little. 'From what?'

'From us.'

~o~O~o~

'So, how did you know to come here?' Jamie asked Ellie as they stood together by the kitchen top, kettle heating up as they prepared some caffeinated drinks for everyone. It was still mid-morning, as frankly Jamie could tell that Bri was a little stunned by this whole affair. For his part, Jamie had kind of started to get used to unexpected, impossible things just sort of happening, while Bri still seemed attached to figuring out the logic behind them. It was probably what made her a good Witch, and him a good Familiar.

'The land told us,' Ellie shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She saw the blank look on Jamie's face, though, and kindly explained a little. 'So, magic-effected beasts and monsters, like werewolves, we have a sort of instinct about certain things, you know? Like, Vince and Paige got the pact instinct going, came and turned me. Well, magic has a sort of... pull to it. We don't do your typical magic, but in our own way I guess you could call it a spell - we looked for help, and the land led us to a glade out near the town walls. There, we felt magic, and picked up your scent, so we followed it. To you guys.'

'That is... incredible,' Jamie said, unsure if that was the right word to use.

'It is,' Ellie smiled as the kettle boiled. She started to pour out a few coffees and teas, before looking over at Bri, Paige and Vince, who were together in the main sitting area, being all serious. 'Do you think they're planning stuff?'

'I assume so,' Jamie said.

'Like, a plan to get a cure - do you think that's even possible?'

'I honestly have no idea,' Jamie said.

After a beat of quiet, Ellie looked at him. 'You know, there's no reason our fling had to be a one-time thing, you know?'

Jamie was a little surprised by this. 'Oh?'

She shrugged. 'I'm just saying.' Then, she grabbed a mug in each hand. 'Those two are yours and Bri's,' she said, before taking over the two she had and handing them to Vince and Paige.

'Thank you,' Paige said, taking the mug of coffee from her younger sister. 'But, we're not staying.'

'What?' Ellie asked, looking crestfallen immediately. 'It's over? Just like that?'

'Not at all,' Bri said, standing as well. Jamie handed her a tea, and she sipped it. 'As the Witch of Mirbeck, it's my job to help you. But, first, I need to call in a few favours; I think Paige and Vince here proved that this isn't the kind of thing we should just race into. We need to prep.'

Paige nodded. Jamie could see the resemblance between her and Ellie when Ellie's smile had faded - Paige was more serious, and the expressions on their faces were so different that it hid how similar they looked. Paige's hair was long, opposing Ellie's shorter hair, but aside from that they shared the same plump lips, fox-like eyes, and sharp cheekbones.

'So, what's the plan?' Ellie asked, her smile picking back up.

'Tomorrow,' Paige answered. 'We meet up at the edge of town, the Southern Gate, and we lead them to the cave.'

'The cave where you turned him?!' Jamie asked.

Paige nodded. 'The very same.'

'At least we know what the first challenge is,' Bri said. 'We will help you. See you tomorrow.'

Paige and Vince nodded, and a round of thanks and goodbyes were uttered - including a slightly elongated hug between Ellie and Jamie that Bri noticed.

Then, the door shut behind them, and Jamie and Bri took a moment to regard each other.

'So,' Jamie said. 'Werewolves are real.'

~o~O~o~

Outside the tower, the air was cool and the wind was harsh. It didn't take a Witch to see that a storm was coming in. Bri's knock had gone unanswered, and she shared a slightly worried expression with Jamie.

'Can you look inside?' Jamie asked. 'You know, with magic?'

Bri frowned. 'Nah - Catherine has so many wards and runes on this place, it's insane. Probably the safest place in Mirbeck.'

'Wow.'

'Yeah - when she leaves, I'm gonna ask if I can have it.'

'Leaves? She's leaving?'

Bri shrugged. 'I guess. Eventually. Not yet - I mean, we need her to stay for this at least, so, yeah, not yet. From what Paige told me about the cave, we're going to need her and Tristan for this.'

There was a pause, and then Bri knocked again - heavily. THUNK THUNK THUNK. Still nothing.

'Fuck this,' Bri said, trying the handle - the door clicked open and Jamie pulled a face. 'What?'

'You just... opened it.'

'Yeah - this is a safe place, it only lets your friends in. We count, Jamie. It's not locked for us.'

'So why have we been waiting outside?'

'Because I didn't want to be rude, man.' She walked in, and they found the tower quiet - but not silent.

Somewhere, in another room, there was a struggle going on. The sounds of impacts - clatters and bangs, and the occasional muted grunt made its way through to them, and before Bri or Jamie took the time to really think about what they were about to uncover, they leapt into action - headfirst.

Bri quickly identified that the source of the noise was the next level up in the tower, which to the outside world looked like a dilapidated and broken tower turret, but from within she knew to be a luscious living space that Catherine retreated to after working long training sessions with Bri. She'd called it her sanctum sanctorum - the home of her magic, and her most private area. Bri hasn't even been inside before, only getting glimpses through the doorway once or twice.

They raced to the ladder that went up to the next level, where they saw the doorway to the sanctum - an ornate, magically-protected wooden doorway with a small circular stained-glass window at around face level. Through it, Bri and Jamie saw movement, and heard more crashes, and their fears were simply accelerated - after all, monsters had broken into their home, could more have gotten in here? They'd made enemies of devils after all, and from what Ellie, Paige, and Vince had said, it wasn't too hard to track them by scent alone.

Adrenaline surged.

Bri's eyes flashed white, and she summoned magic - Jamie felt it connect to him, pulling on the reserves that he held inside himself as her familiar. The strong sexual pleasure that came to the surface with their magic surged through them, and while they managed to suppress moans, Jamie felt himself harden immediately, and Bri grew wet as she pulled apart the warding spell on the door.

Once the magic was removed, they were able to bust the doors open, magic coursing through them, readied properly to fight, protect, defeat-

'Fuck - FUCK ME - harder, that's it- yes, right th-right THERE! TRISTAN! Fuck - that's new - what- where did you- oh, FUCK!'

In Catherine's sanctum sanctorum, there was a large four-poster bed, surrounded by bookshelf-lined walls, desks that seemed fitted for alchemy, reading and writing, investigation of strange artefacts and items. It would have been a pretty normal room that was a clear home for a practising Witch. The only thing that was surprising to Bri and Jamie, then, were the two people in this room, and their current state.

Not only were Tristan and Catherine in the middle of what was clearly a long-running sex session, but they were also clearly under the effect of multiple spells and/or charms that had made everything a little more... exotic.

For one thing, there were two Catherines - one, the clearly real version, and the second a shimmering glassy manifestation of pure magic - one that Bri knew would be echoing their sensations into the true Catherine, who was therefore feeling both of their pleasures. And they were both in deep pleasure.

While the spectral copy couldn't speak - or moan, for that matter - it was able to perform its current duties pretty well, which was to be arse-up, face-down in the bed as Tristan fucked her from behind. The copy-Catherine's face wasn't just in the bedsheets, however - she was eagerly, hungrily devouring the pussy of the true Catherine, who was leaning against the headboard, eyes glassy and unfocused as she clearly rocketed towards a mind-melting orgasm.

Tristan was under the effect of something, too, but it was only visible on his back-stroke; his cocks - and there were two of them - were thick, purple-coloured phalluses that were descriptively non-human. They had ridges and a flat, flare tip that popped out of the copy-Catherine's two holes, which gaped open for a moment before he pushed back in, easily sliding nine or so inches of inhuman cock into the shimmering copy. Catherine - the real one - moaned and swore at the feeling, and Bri and Jamie watched in rapt shock as she came explosively.

Hard enough to break her own concentration, and the copy-Catherine shimmered away, fading into nothing as Catherine seemed to black out. Tristan sat back, his two cocks bouncing against his thigh, hard and unsatisfied.

Only then did Bri realise how much of an invasion her and Jamie had accidentally enacted, and she grabbed his arm, quickly muttering a spell. In a moment, the two of them, similar to the copy-Catherine, vanished from sight.

Tristan looked in their direction, but Bri was confident they hadn't been noticed; her magic was fuelled by sex, and the air was so thick with it, and her and Jamie were both so fucking horny from what they'd walked in on, that she was feeling powerful. Tristan, apparently fooled, simply waved his hand, which shut the door behind Bri and Jamie, and then leaned forwards. He gripped Catherine by the ankles, pulling her form towards him, and flipped her onto her face.

'Whuu-' she murmured, coming back to the land of the conscious.

Tristan didn't seem to wait for permission - he simply lined himself up with the real Catherine's wet holes, and pushed both of his impossible cocks deep into her, stuffing her full easily. She screamed in pleasure, and Bri and Jamie watched voyeuristically as the two witches got back to fucking each other. Hard and fast, clearly with a lot of trust and mutually-agreed boundaries, and with a simple goal that was plain to see - give themselves, and each other, as much pleasure as they physically could.

Bri and Jamie were invisible to the rest of the world, but because they were under the same spell, they were visible to each other - and Bri could see in Jamie's trousers a pitched lump, his hardness betraying his arousal.

'They can't see us,' she said. 'Or hear us.'

'Thank the gods,' Jamie breathed. 'This is... really invasive of us.'

Bri nodded, both of them still watching the magically-enhanced fucking going on before them.

Tristan fucked Catherine from behind, her body flat on the bedding; each thrust clapped Tristan's pelvis into her pert cheeks, and Bri realised that she'd never really thought of Catherine in a sexual way. Sure, during the fight with the demons, they had all seen more of each other than maybe they'd wanted to, but this was a different situation. Catherine was so deep in her haze of sex that she hadn't even noticed Bri and Jamie wandering into the room.

'Fuck-fuck-fuUCK-' Tristan growled as he pummelled her raised backside, his cheeks going red and his rhythm shaking a little.

'Inside-' Catherine panted, her voice filled with need. 'Inside me, Tristan-'

'Oh, shit, oh SHIT!' Tristan yelled, slamming himself deep into her, leaning forwards and groaning over Catherine's shoulder as he emptied both of his cocks inside her. Jamie and Bri watched him flood her holes, moaning and giggling and grinding a little more.

Then, they caught eyes with each other.

'We should go back outside, and then come in so they hear us,' Bri said. Jamie nodded, and they turned to the shut door. 'Oh. Fuck.'

'We know you're there,' Catherine said, lifting her head up and looking in their direction.

Bri and Jamie froze, and then turned back to the bed. Tristan waved some magic in the air, his cocks returning to their normal, human size and shape. Catherine sat up, her face and chest flushed, her breasts full and nipples erect. Jamie blushed.

'Sorry,' said as she dropped the invisibility. 'We didn't know you were-'

'You didn't stop,' Jamie said, head cocked a little.

Tristan shrugged.

'You walked in on us - why would we stop anything? Besides, it isn't like you haven't seen it all before.'

There was a moment of quiet, before Bri gave her deadpanned response, pointing at Tristan.

'I've never seen his cock before.'

Catherine burst out into laughter and threw a blanket over Tristan, before waving her hand; clothes shimmered over her out of nowhere, instantly dressing her in a long emerald green dress.

'Bri, what's brought you here?' she asked, walking past her and leading the two invaders towards the exit to head downstairs.

Bri shrugged. 'Werewolves. A cure thereof. That dress is just an illusion, right? You're still naked?'

'I don't know what you mean,' Catherine said, cool as a cucumber.

Bri slapped her butt, and there was the audible smack of skin-on-skin contact. Catherine gawked at her, face blushed a little, before continuing on like nothing had happened. 'Get. Downstairs. Now.'

'Yes ma'am,' Bri said, following her down and beginning her story. 'So, this morning, we woke up...'

~o~O~o~

The plan was set with Catherine and Tristan; first thing in the morning, they would meet at a clearing on the edge of town with the werewolves Paige, Vince and Ellie. From there, they would re-discover the cave in which Paige and Vince had gotten trapped in a tentacle-trap, which led to her turning him a few months ago.

Three witches, three werewolves and a demon-infused familiar. Together they would venture into the cave, overcome its challenges, descend into the depths and discover the cure for lycanthropy.

The conversation had stayed pretty utilitarian with Catherine and Tristan, and Jamie suggested to Bri on the walk home that they probably had something they wanted to get back to.

'D'you think Tristan's gone double-dick again?' Bri asked him, a smirk on her face as they both pushed through the front door to their place. 'Or do you think she has him, like, tied up or something?'

'Bri,' Jamie said, forming a thought in his head he'd been working on for a little while. 'Did you ever, for a moment, see your relationship with Catherine turning into what we just saw today?'

'What, me slapping her butt to see if she was naked or not? Or voyeuristically watching her and Tristan go at it?'

'Either. Both.'

'Nope, not really. But, I mean, we both know the deal at this point - sex fuels us.'

'Yeah, you and me. Tristan and Catherine are just horny.'

'Good for them. Look - it's mid-afternoon, and we have a big day together. What say you to a good ol' six-hour fuck, you make us dinner, and then we fuck again until we fall asleep?'

Jamie just gawked at her. 'Wow, you have really leaned into this.'

Bri shrugged. 'I don't know what to say - maybe it was the threesome with Anton, maybe it was us spending last night together. But, yes. I'm leaning in.'

They faced each other in the living room. A charge built between them. They both made a silent, shared decision to... lean in.

Jamie dropped his bag and approached Bri with a passion neither of them were used to, and snaked an arm around her waist to pull her in close; he kissed her, and she squeaked in a mix of delight and arousal, her hands going straight to his butt. It was pert and toned, and as she squeezed his cheeks she thought about how hot she'd found watching Jamie and Anton fuck.

Quickly, they began to undress each other, expertly unbuttoning and untying, stripping their shirts off quickly as they stumbled towards Jamie's bedroom. Jamie picked her up, throwing Bri onto the bed before throwing down his trousers. His cock, heavy and thick and hard, sprang free - and Bri drank in the sight of him as she thought of the night before, how well he'd put it to use.

'Come get me,' she said, her eyes alight with need. After seeing Tristand and Catherine, her body had been aching for release all through the middle of the day, and she wasn't even pretending to be coy anymore.

But, just as Jamie climbed onto the bed, his hands on Bri's waistband, pulling them just down over her butt, they were interrupted.

THOCK-THOCK-THOCK.

Jamie looked up at her. 'Shit - who's that?'

'Go get rid of them,' Bri said. 'Then come back here - quick.'

Jamie nodded and pulled himself away from Bri's open legs, cursing his bad luck as he did. He was about to pull on a shirt when Bri stopped him with an 'uh-uh!' She waved her hand, and magic flickered, dressing him in illusory magic. She kicked off her trousers quickly, and then made some illusion clothes for herself, too - just the same as what they'd been wearing before. She waited for him there, sitting up on the bed, naked but not.

Jamie found walking a slightly uncomfortable experience - he was still rock-hard, but the illusion magic hid his cock from view. He found that, if he reached for it, he could still touch it - it was just invisible.

Huh.

He walked to the door, feeling the sway of his unimpeded erection hitting his thighs with each step, and gripped the handle. His heart was pounding, feeling naked and yet knowing he looked... fine. The conflict of sensory information was disorienting, but he couldn't deny that he liked it.

Maybe he had more of a voyeuristic streak than he realised.

Sucking in a breath, Jamie opened the door.

'Hi!' Ellie beamed up at him.

'Hey, Ellie,' Jamie said, a note of confusion in his voice. 'I thought we were all meeting up in the morning.'

'We are,' she said, as Jamie automatically stepped aside and let her in. 'It's just me - and I was hoping to apologise to you and-'

She trailed off, a frown appearing on her face. She sniffed.

'What?' Jamie asked.

Ellie's eyes, normally wide and inquisitive, went narrow. Almost suspicious.

'Are you having sex?' she asked.

Jamie sputtered. 'I- ah, Ellie-'

'Oh my God,' she said, laughing. She waved her hands dismissing whatever that train of thought was. 'I came here to apologise, Jamie. For this morning. We barged in - broke in. Since the transformation, my idea of boundaries has kind of... blurred. And, before tomorrow, I just needed to really say sorry, you know?'

Jamie looked at her. 'Ellie, it's fine.'

'No, but it's not fine, is it! We just broke in here and asked for your help.'

'We're happy to help.'

'No, but- you're not hearing me. This is why we need the cure. The curse, it... messes with you. How you see the world. The impulses, the instincts... it makes you want to do things so much that you can't even think, you know?'

Jamie, in a split-second, experienced a flash of memories about the last few weeks; all of the sex he'd had, the things he'd done he would have never done beforehand. 'I understand.'

'And- Jamie, it's not even just being stupid... Since I was turned, I have been... needy.'

'Needy?'

She huffed. 'Fine. Horny. Constantly. Paige told me that werewolves go into heat, but that it wasn't the right time of year, but she and Vince are always going at it. I think us wolves just... run hot, you know? So - fine, fuck it, I admit it. I didn't come here to apologise. I came here to see if you were free.'

Jamie's eyebrow popped. 'For?'

'You know what,' Ellie said, almost groaning in frustration.

'No,' came a voice from the bedroom. In the doorway stood Bri, her clothing no longer what she was in before - instead she was draped in a silk robe that gave Ellie and Jamie a view of her cleavage that was almost pornographic. 'Tell us. What did you come here for?'

Ellie swallowed, her excitement melding with her sudden nerve. 'Uhh- I, uh, I came to see if-'

'If Jamie was free,' Bri nodded, walking towards her. 'Sure. What for?'

Ellie swallowed. 'S-sex,' she stammered.

Jamie was surprised at how brazen Bri was being. So, he sent a little request via their magical connection; a small telepathic question mark. She glanced at him, and received a response almost immediately. It wasn't subtle.

I'M HORNY.

He swallowed a smile, and looked back at Ellie.

'Just me?' Jamie asked.

Ellie went a bit red at that, her gaze flitting to Bri, and then at the floor. 'I mean- uh. No. Look - I know what you are - at least, I know enough.'

'What do you think this is?' Bri asked.

'Magic,' Ellie said, like it was stupid to even ask. 'Sex magic - which I don't know a lot about, but enough to know it exists.'

'Close,' Jamie said. 'You're in the right ballpark, at least.'

'What does that mean?' she asked.

'Well, we don't just use sex-magic,' Bri said, approaching her. 'We're fuelled by it. And, Ellie, if you think we can't smell on you the real reason you came here, you're crazy. So, why don't you just admit it.'

Ellie looked like she was going to burst. 'Iwantathreesome.'

Bri and Jamie glanced at each other, both having the same thoughts - remembering Anton, and how that threesome had turned out.

'Oh?' Bri asked. 'What was that?'

Ellie swallowed; her arousal was thick enough that Jamie realised Bri was right - he could smell it on her. Or, just sense it - but it was like smelling, in a way. She had a flavour to her, at least. Sweet and tangy.

'I... I want a threesome. With you guys. If you'll have me.'

Jamie felt a swell in his chest - it was his turn to lead, a little bit. He had slept with her before, after all. So, he closed the gap between them, his naked-but-covered body coming close enough to hers for him to touch her chin, lifting it. She gazed at him with hooded eyes, her sweet mouth slightly open.

Jamie leaned in, and kissed her in a way that was almost romantic; however, as her hand slid to his waist, expecting to grab onto his shirt to pull him deeper in, instead she found skin.

She pulled back, and Bri waved her hands. The illusion dropped, and suddenly Bri and Jamie were naked in front of Ellie. Her breath hitched in her throat, surprised by the fact that she'd come here to seduce them, and instead it seemed to be going in very much the opposite direction.

His hands were on her, strong and direct, sliding behind her back and then down, cupping her butt. She yelped as he squatted, took her weight, and then effortlessly lifted her up. Her legs automatically clamped around his waist, and as she looked down she saw that fantastic cock she'd now spent days thinking about, trapped between her still-clothed crotch and his stomach. His toned abs flexed as he held her there, but she only could enjoy them for a second before his lips were on hers again, kissing her as she gyrated, grinding herself into his length.

'Mmmmhmm,' she whimpered into his mouth, barely even registering that they were travelling. He was carrying her back to his bed like she weighed nothing, and she loved the sensation of being thrown around like she was nothing. Jamie chucked her down, and she landed on her back on the bed, Jamie looking down at her and Bri in the doorway.

Bri's gown had been dismissed, too, and now Ellie was the only one dressed. It was a tragedy.

'I guess we'll have you,' Bri said, like she was giving Jamie permission to do something.

He leaned in, his hands gripping her buttoned-up shirt, and ripping it open.

'OH!' Ellie gasped, Jamie's strong arms flexing and pulling her shirt apart in an instant, sending buttons flying everywhere. She panted, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath, as Jamie watched her, eyes drinking in her small white bra, the curve of her cleavage - deciding where to start devouring her.

Bri approached then, and Ellie looked up at her. She was laying across the bed horizontally, her feet at one end - where Jamie was - and her head at the other. Bri stood by her head, her naked form looking down at her.

Ellie was a bit distracted, however, as Jamie and her both began to undo her trouser buttons, tugging downwards. She sat up as Jamie began to shuffle the trousers off and over her feet, leaving her in just her underwear - though, as Bri's hands found her back, and the clasp of her bra, she knew it was only a matter of time until she was just as naked as they were.

With a gasp, the bra went slack, dropping off her. Bri's fingertips stayed on her back, stroking her slightly as Ellie took off the bra. Her whole being was humming with desire, and Bri and Jamie were looking down at her with a deep hunger in her eyes.

'What- what are you gonna do to me?'

Bri shrugged. 'Sex magic. Who knows.'

At that, Jamie's head cocked to the side a little. 'Bri, have you... been with, you know, a woman before?'

Bri hesitated. 'Uh, no, not really. Or at all.'

Jamie's cock was hanging from him, hard and heavy, and pointed at Ellie's open sex. Her thighs were apart, ready for him to slide into her, as his hands stroked the soft flesh of her legs. 'Would you like to kiss her?' Jamie offered.

Bri looked at Ellie, who had settled back down on her back. Ellie smiled up at her, her sweet features making her just adorable, and Bri's heart fluttered a little.

'You can,' Ellie said, reaching out enough to take Bri's hand in hers. With a tug, Ellie led Bri's nervous palm to her breast. They both sighed at the contact, Bri's warm hands feeling the swell of her chest, the poke of her nipple. 'If you want to.'

Bri looked at her, a nervousness in her chest. 'I... before all this, I've never really thought about it, but... fuck I think I want to.'

'Yay!' Ellie beamed. She released Bri's hand, but it didn't leave her chest. Instead, Bri knelt on the bed, rounding Ellie so she was facing her, bent enough for Jamie to get a lovely view of her backside - and the wetness hiding there. 'Come here - let me be your first girl-kiss.'

Ellie reached up, putting her palm against Bri's cheek, and brought her down. Their lips touched, soft as a feather, as Bri shuddered. Then, Bri took the charge - she leaned in, kissing the lithe brunette properly.

As she did - Jamie took his opportunity. He moved forwards, sliding his cock against Ellie's slick sex, dragging the head against her. He heard her moan into Bri's mouth as they built up intensity, their hands beginning to explore each other's nakedness more bravely, and sank the tip of himself into her.

'Hmmmmmm,' Ellie moaned, her kiss with Bri breaking just enough for her to suck in a shaky breath, before Bri moved back in. The taste of Ellie's lips was addictive, it seemed - and Bri wasn't the only one who wanted more of her.

Jamie gripped her thighs, and pushed more forcefully. An inch slid into her, and then another. Her wetness, tight and squeezing, made him a little lightheaded as he pulled out a little, before sinking further in.

Ellie's hand gripped Bri's hair, and Jamie could hear her whimpers as he began to fuck her, slowly stretching her out enough to take more than half his impressive length, as Bri and Ellie's make-out session grew and grew in intensity.

Eventually, Bri sat up, panting a little as she looked down at Jamie's cock sinking into Ellie's body. 'Fuck, that was... hot.'

'You like that?' Jamie asked, smiling as he thrust forwards suddenly, finally sheathing himself into Ellie fully.

'FUCK!' Ellie screamed, gripping the bed sheets in her hands as her back arched.

'Did you make her cum?' Bri asked. 'Like, with your powers?'

'Not with my powers,' Jamie answered. 'I think she just came.'

'Uh-huh,' Ellie nodded, struggling to bring herself down. 'Fuck that was good - but, if you're gonna have your first time with a girl,' Ellie panted, stroking Bri's arm, 'I think you should get the full experience.'

'Oh?' Bri asked, that nervousness back in her chest.

Ellie showed a glint of nerves before saying her next piece, but as Jamie stayed balls-deep inside her, without moving, she at least had the presence of mind to say it. 'Would you like to sit on my face, Bri?'

Bri was a little hesitant. 'I, uh-'

'It's okay,' Ellie said. 'If this is too much, we can slow down. Nothing has to happen that you don't want.' She reached up, just stroking Bri's side a little. 'But - you should know. I'll make it good.'

'Guessing it wouldn't be your first time?' Bri asked.

'With a girl?' Ellie smiled. 'Absolutely not. Plus - if I do anything you don't like, I'm sure Jamie will punish meeeee-' Her words turned into a moan as Jamie slid out, then deep into her, proving a point. 'Fuck- that's a some good dick...'

Bri looked at Jamie, rolling her eyes, but saw that he was giving her a certain look. They didn't have to share minds, or do telepathy or anything for her to know what he was thinking.

Go on, his expression read. Just try it.

Bri sighed. 'What the hell.' Then, she sat up and swung her leg over Ellie, positioning herself over the werewolf's face. 'No biting - don't need that curse of yours.'

'Not even a little nibbling?' Ellie asked. 'Don't worry - I won't turn you. Not unless you ask.'

Bri was facing Jamie in this position, and his face was a reassuring one. It was funny - he did look a little more handsome than she remembered. Slightly more chiselled, maybe? She was distracting herself, of course - thinking about anything but the fact that Ellie's hands had closed themselves around her thighs, pulling her down.

Why was she distracting herself? Was she that scared?

'Oh, you look tasty,' she heard Ellie say from beneath her, and Bri could hear the grin on her face, before something else took over.

The feeling of a soft, wet tongue exploring her most sensitive depths.

'Oh, fuck,' Bri whimpered, leaning forwards as Ellie began to go to work. Jamie leaned in, too, and their mouths met in a surprising, natural kiss. Bri moaned into his mouth as Ellie's expert tongue explored her sex, finding her clit, kissing and licking and sucking on her in ways that made her eyes flutter and her chest tighten.

Jamie began to thrust, his hips moving slowly at first, rocking all three of them on the bed - but quickly sped up as he and Bri made out, Ellie's wetness welcoming the more ardent fucking eagerly. Bri was moaning, too, and soon Jamie could feel Bri's orgasm building.

'I have an idea,' he said, quietly and just to Bri.

'Y-yeah?' Bri whimpered, eyes closed, pleasure making her shudder. 'Fuck she's good...'

'What if, I made it so she could only cum when you do?' Jamie offered.

Bri's eyes opened. 'C-can you do that?'

He shrugged. 'Maybe. I know I can control orgasms - do you want me to try it?'

Bri considered it for a moment, before nodding. 'That sounds - damn - hot as fuck...'

Jamie had his hands around Ellie already, so he slowed his thrusts and focused his powers; he read the sexual energy that ran through the three of them, blending and mixing between their bodies.

He could see how the pleasure between Ellie and Bri was intense, and he could also see Bri's orgasm, like a light inside her abdomen. There was a similar light in Ellie, but not as bright - just ebbing and shimmering inside her. Jamie focused the magic in him, fuelled by the moans falling from Bri's mouth and the muffled groans from beneath her. He reached out with his mind, going on instinct, and knew what he wanted to do.

So, he tied the two together, just connecting the flow.

'I think that's done it,' Jamie smiled.

'Good,' Bri said, as his vision came back to reality. 'Now, fuck her. Make her beg to cum.'

Jamie got a little breathless at how her demeanour switched, and nodded. 'Yes, Mistress.' His hands found purchase on Ellie's hips, and without any warning he got to fulfilling Bri's demand. He sped up, rolling his hips to make sure his cock drove deep into Ellie's tightness. Bri and Jamie leaned in again, kissing as they both used Ellie for their pleasure - her two sets of lips driving Bri and Jamie to senselessness.

And yet, it never felt like Ellie was powerless. In fact, as her expert tongue and lips brought Bri to new heights, and her pussy had Jamie panting and grunting into Bri's mouth, it was quickly clear that Ellie held a lot of cards in this game.

'Fuck,' Bri panted into Jamie's mouth after some time. 'Fuck, this is hot... I think- I think I'm gonna-'

Beneath her, Ellie knew she'd found the perfect position; her nose was slightly pushing into Bri's sex, while her mouth was open so her tongue was in the perfect position on her clit. She was able to suck, kiss, lick Bri in ways that she knew were tried-and-tested ways to get a girl to cum - and while Bri might be a Witch, she was still a woman. It was only a matter of time.

Bri's time was up.

She came on Ellie's face, holding on to Jamie for balance as her eyes rolled, and the bliss that had been building in her core began to erupt. 'Oh, Ggggoooodddddddddd...'

Beneath her, Ellie's eyes went wide as she felt something happening - Bri's pleasure shot into her like it was her own, coursing through her body and making her whimper and shake. It was unexpected, and powerful, and her screams were only muffled by Bri's rolling hips as she continued to have her face fucked by the Witch.

Jamie could feel Ellie cumming on his cock, and wondered if he'd done something slightly wrong. He could see their pleasure, coursing through them, and realised his error. He'd linked them, but it wasn't one-way.

When one of them came, the other did as well. Huh.

Whoops.

He watched them, moaning and swearing, making a cacophony of sounds so lewd and lurid his brain was getting a little foggy. He kept fucking Ellie, riding her through the orgasm that wracked both of the women he was fucking, until eventually their orgasms tapered off. Bri, coming back to reality, looked at him with that steel in her eyes she used when she was in charge, and his stomach fluttered.

He didn't stop fucking Ellie for a moment, even as Bri's hand came up to his jaw, holding his gaze.

'Fuck her,' Bri ordered. 'Fuck that slut like it's all you have.' Jamie nodded, obeying. 'Get yourself to the edge - use her pretty little pussy until you're so close to cumming - do you hear me?'

It didn't take much; Jamie had already been approaching that cliff's edge, but her tone of voice and the fact that Ellie had gone right back to eating Bri's hungry pussy were sending him over.

'I'm close,' Jamie panted.

'Pull out,' she ordered.

Jamie obeyed without question, sitting backwards and letting his cock slide out of Ellie's wetness. He could feel his orgasm, right there on the edge, but suddenly unable to crest. It was agony.

'Sit in that chair, and stroke yourself. No cumming - do you understand?'

'Y- yes,' Jamie muttered, his cock thick and wet with Ellie's juices. He staggered back, sitting in the small wooden chair in the corner, and watched.

He watched as Bri rolled her hips on Ellie's face, her eyes locked with Jamie's as she was brought, again, to a shuddering orgasm that immediately fed back into Ellie.

'Mmhm- MMFFF!' Ellie groaned from beneath her, as Bri's eyes rolled, and she forwards. Her hands on Ellie's thighs, Bri moaned between legs, as Ellie spread herself wide. Without much effort, all of a sudden Bri's mouth was at Ellie's wet, slightly gaped sex, and what happened next was just... natural. Bri's inexperienced tongue slid into Ellie's folds, and the two of them began a feedback loop of pleasure, moaning and licking that built and built and built.

All the while, Jamie watched, stroking his cock, hard as steel as the two beautiful women made each other cum in front of him, moaning and shuddering. Jamie struggled to control himself, but there was also no chance he would be disobeying his Mistress any time soon.

So, he watched the best porn in the world as he stroked his cock; he watched their bodies, lithe and strong, explore each other. He watched them shift position, so Bri was on her back and Ellie was between her legs, eating her like a woman possessed. At a certain point, Ellie seemed to work out that when she made Bri cum, she also got to orgasm, and her efforts at turning Bri's mind to mush doubled over.

After some time, as Ellie had one of Bri's thighs over her shoulder, her tongue on her clit and two fingers deep in the soppy mess that was Bri's well-fucked hole, Bri sat up. She had hazy eyes and her cheeks were red, but she caught Jamie's gaze.

'Fuck her - make us cum,' she said, before falling back into her sheets.

Jamie didn't have to be told twice. He moved quickly - getting up onto the bed on his knees. Bri pulled Ellie up, pulling her into a kiss that surprised Jamie in how... intimate it was. Sensual and soft, Ellie and Bri kissed with tongue as Jamie lined himself up with the werewolf's tight pink slit.

'No cumming till I say,' Bri said, before going back to Ellie's mouth, and Jamie groaned as he slid into her. It was hot, and intense, the way she groaned into Bri's mouth as Jamie stretched her open, little by little, until he was fully embedded inside her.

Ellie and Bri kept kissing, any nerves or embarrassment long forgotten. The afternoon turned to evening as the three of them made love, fucked, shared in their pleasure for hours on end.

Until, at some point, after Bri and Ellie had shared orgasms in the double digits Bri remembered about Jamie.

'Oh - fuck, you haven't cum once, have you?'

'No,' Jamie said, sitting back on his haunches. His cock slid out of Ellie's well-fuck hole, and the two women glanced at eachother.

'Well, I think he deserves a reward,' Ellie said. 'I have never seen a man do what you've done for so long - especially when you were just watching.'

'I agree,' Bri said. 'Jamie - would you like to cum on our faces?'

He gulped. 'Uh- yes, I would-'

'Fuck yeah!' Ellie chimed, as she and Bri shifted off the bed. They slid to their knees at the edge of the bed, and made Jamie move to the edge so they could push between his thighs. 'Is he allowed to cum yet?'

Bri spit on her finger, and slid it beneath Jamie's cock, along his perineum, and slid a sling digit into him. He gasped as she curled, finding his prostate easily. 'Ellie - I think you should do the honours. Jamie - you may cum.'

Ellie's hands went to Jamie's shaft, and using both hands she began to give him long, indulgent strokes from tip to base. Bri's free hand went to his balls, massaging him as she slid a second finger inside him, and Jamie's eyes rolled as he felt all of the built-up pressure crack the dam.

When he came, Ellie pointed it at Bri's face first, and the sheer volume of cum that poured from him painted her features. It was thick as glue, and in a moment Bri went from a perfect complexion to cum-pasted, one eye glued shut, cum dripping from her nose and cheeks.

The second load, Ellie directed at her own chest, pulling Jamie's cock down - which only made him groan more, his cum streaming from him. She painted her chest with his cum, and the third load she pointed at her own face. She got much the same as Bri, as Ellie continued to stroke, and Bri kept massaging his balls and prostate. He was in heaven, and like any artist that saw God, he painted it on his canvas.

Said canvass being the well-fucked bodies of the two beautiful women in front of him.

After four or five thick shots, Ellie sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, and she swallowed the rest, sucking him dry. Jamie felt onto his back once it was over, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling.

'I need a shower,' Ellie giggled.

'You go first - I'm gonna wear mine for a bit.'

'You slut, I love it,' Ellie grinned, bouncing out of the room.

'I have no idea how she has so much energy,' Bri said, climbing up next to Jamie on the bed and lying next to him. 'Though, I know that with a little boon from you, we could all go another round.'

'Do you want to?' Jamie asked.

Bri seemed to think about it. 'Maybe. We do have a big day tomorrow - we'll need our strength.'

'I agree,' Jamie said with a smile, reaching over and patting her knee. A bloom of energy seeped into both of them, and Jamie was the first to sit up. 'Do you think that worked for her too, or just us?'

'I have no idea,' Bri said, smiling as she sat up. 'We should go and check on her in the shower and find out.'

'Yes, yes we should.'

Together, they stood, cum still dripping off Bri's face, and started towards the bathroom.

~o~O~o~

It was a beautiful, bright morning. The sky was clear and blue, only thin wisps of idyllic white clouds glimmered in the sunlight. At the edge of Mirbeck, near the stone gateway that opened out into the farmland, and then forest beyond, stood two werewolves.

'Do you think they meant a different gate?' Vince asked after a moment of quiet. Paige snorted a laugh, and nodded up the road, through the gate. Still in the town, but heading their way, were five figures.

Bri, Jamie, Ellie, Catherine and Tristan joined them, and even without their wolven noses, the smell of sex followed them.

Paige said nothing about the stench of a night of lewd activity on her sister, and directed her attention to Bri. 'Morning.'

'Morning, gang,' Bri said, before gesturing to Jamie, who opened a box he was carrying.

'I brought pastries,' he smiled, offering them out. Everyone took one, and they exchanged some polite hellos before Paige and Vince took point. Bri joined them, and the group settled into a natural 3-2-2 formation. Behind Bri and the werewolves, Jamie and Ellie stuck to the middle, their mix of easy personalities completely eschewing any awkwardness from the fact that they'd spent the last twelve hours in various stages of sleeping together. At the rear, Catherine and Tristan, whose conversation was dulled from the group by a bubble of privacy generated by Tristan. Whatever they were talking about, no one seemed to notice the blush that quickly came across Catherine's face.

The conversations varied across the groups pretty heavily, but seeing as they knew they had hours to kill on this walk it wasn't long before things got personal.

'There's a lot to like about being a werewolf,' Ellie said, peeling off the conversation up front about the cure and why they need it so badly. She directed her words at Jamie alone, and she nudged his elbow. 'I mean, the transformation itself isn't exactly fun, but it has some... enjoyable after-effects.'

Jamie nodded. 'What about it don't you like?'

Ellie considered it. 'Well, during the, you know, change, all of your bones break and you can feel your organs shifting and adjusting, and your skin grows all of this hair - and the process is just so taxing, but you're not tired - you just get hungry.'

'Fuck.'

'Yeah. Not fun.'

'But there's stuff you do like?'

Ellie smiled. 'Well, for one, I've never had better sex. I don't know what it is - hormones, or something. But since I was infected, even when I'm not in that form, my libido is just off the charts. I mean, you know.' She giggled and looked at him, and they shared a look between them that Jamie was certain must have been noticed by the others. She bit her lip, then looked away.

'Can you stop talking about fucking my sister?' Paige shouted over her shoulder, and Ellie and Jamie burst into laughter. Bri went bright red, but stayed silent, trudging onwards.

'Well, is it true?' Jamie asked.

Paige gave him a look. 'That's not the point.'

'That's a yes,' Ellie nodded, and she and Jamie laughed about it for a good while as they walked.

Jamie's mind turned, though, and Ellie noticed. 'What's got you all quiet?'

He gave a soft sigh. 'Similar troubles, really. This life I have with Bri is a good one - filled with pleasure.'

'So much,' Ellie grinned.

Jamie smiled back. 'But, there's someone in my life. A girl, Kris. She's... not as on-board about it all as I would like, because I really like her.'

'You want to be with her,' Ellie nodded. 'And you can't?'

'Doing things like this,' he waved around the forest. 'Adventuring, helping people, all of that's only going to become more common for the Witch of Mirbeck. As her Familiar, I have to be able to help her. I need my magic. And to recharge my magic, I need sex.'

'Ah. Gotcha.'

'You see the issue.'

'I do. No one girl could survive getting you charged-up nightly, then?'

'We've already found that sex with Bri has the best results. Group sex, after that. Either way, it hardly matters - I'm here because I made a choice. The right choice.'

'But if things had gone differently, do you think you'd be with her?'

Jamie considered it, looking up at Bri, who was talking to Paige and Vince up ahead. 'Maybe. Who knows.'

The miles started off beautifully, with the farmland around Mirbeck bleeding into the mountains beyond, divided by a deep cut of green forestry in the valley. They strode across the countryside, finding the mouth of the forest at the furthest point they could have, following Paige and Vincent's lead. In the Beckwalk Forest, at least here on the southern side, the canopy was thick enough to blot out the sunlight quickly, and it wasn't long before the morning sun seemed almost dim.

A few hours passed, but eventually Paige stopped the group. They had almost met the river that cut through the valley, and the sound of rushing water filled the air. Here, the ground in the forest was less dirt and more uneven rock, from small outcropping of sharp stone to huge boulders, upon which trees clung with thick roots. Vines and roots made movement difficult, but as they crested to the top of one of the boulders, their destination was insight.

Over thousands of years, the water had cut cliffs and narrow, deep divots into the ground underfoot. One of those inland cliffs, surrounded by thick roots and a heavy layer of roughage, was the mouth of a cave.

It almost looked mundane, and seemed like the kind of place many people would camp in to avoid the rain. Paige and Vincent, however, regarded it with a caution that the others caught.

'That's the place?' Bri asked.

Paige nodded. 'That's it.'

'Down there's a cure,' Vincent said, running his fingers through his hair. 'All we need is your help finding it.'

'That's all?' Jamie smiled.

'Come on,' Bri said. 'Let's get you guys cured.'

They clambered down the boulders, still in their 3-2-2 formation, until they were a group in the mouth of a cave, deep in the Beckwalk forest. The stone was a cold grey, and while from a distance it had looked deeper, now they were up-close there was a clear back to it, only about fifteen feet back.

'Don't be fooled,' Vince said, stepping forwards. Paige put her hand on his arm, warning him silently, but relented after a moment. Vince walked forwards, and very deliberately stood on a specific stone. It clicked, and a shimmer ran through the stone of the back wall - revealing a shape.

No, a door. It was a door, wooden and ornate, hidden as a wall with illusion magic, and the illusion was not nearly finished.

The door stayed shut, but through the wood stepped a mage, cloaked and hooded. Without looking up, she spoke in a female voice, strong and deliberate.

'Fair traveller, great rewards and great risks await you in this lair. I have devised a game of challenges, and if you reach the very depths, I shall gift you treasures you will find nowhere else. However, these treasures will be given to people - not groups. Each room will give a symbol-' the mage lifted her hand, and a glowing blue triangular rune appeared in her palm. Just as quickly, she dismissed it. '-to the one who passes it's challenge, and to no others. The more symbols you hold when you enter the deepest chamber, the greater your reward. My game is simple, and your task simpler. See you inside.'

The spectral image dissipated, and Vince turned to the group.

'We got the same speech last time. We have it on good authority that one of the rewards she gives is a cure. All we have to do is beat the rooms.'

'And the first one is tentacles?' Bri asked, cracking her neck. 'Easy. We can do that - and we'll try and make sure you guys get most of the symbols, but even if we end up with a few, we promise to use our 'reward' to get you what you need, okay?'

'Thank you,' Paige said, before nodding to Vince. 'Okay baby - open it.' As Vince began to pull the heavy oak door open, Paige approached Bri, Jamie, Catherine and Tristan. 'The first room has all of those tentacle-things in them, and then there are some doors on the other side. We're fairly sure some, if not most, are fake, but we don't know for sure.'

Catherine nodded. 'Okay - so, this should be easy. We go in, get past the tentacles, and find the right door.'

'Simple,' Tristan nodded, though Bri noted a little discomfort in his tone. She didn't follow up on it. 'Very simple.'

'Do we know anything about other rooms?' Catherine asked.

Paige shook her head. 'Nothing past this. Even the person whose intel we're acting on didn't say anything about the rooms.'

'Yeah, about that, how did you find out about this place?' Tristan asked.

Paige hesitated, and then sighed. 'A friend of ours is a... precursor of knowledge like this. Secrets, treasures, that sort of thing.'

'A treasure hunter?' Jamie asked.

'More of a treasure broker,' Paige said. 'She found the journals of someone who knew the mage who built this place - they'd mentioned it, and some of the 'rewards' were described in there. A lycanthropy cure was one of them. So, the treasure broker sold us the location of the cave, but told us we were on our own.'

'Not helpful, but at least we know she's probably not lying,' Bri said. Tristan's eyebrow popped, and she explained. 'She wasn't lying about the location, and her reputation is clearly based on having good info. People like that don't throw lies around.'

Vince pulled the door fully open, and the group got their first look inside.

It was almost like an enormous chimney, or a smokestack - a massive, circular area with walls at least a few hundred feet up, but open at the top. The sky shone down through the foliage high above in cut-up beams of golden light. Bri stepped up to the doorway to get a better look, and whistled.

The ground was still - which she hadn't expected. She'd expected a writhing mess of living tentacles, and instead it almost seemed... calm. Uninteresting, even. But, as she looked, she could make out the shapes, beneath fallen leaves and broken off rocks that littered the ground, were thick tendrils that lined the floor; a deep grey, enough to almost look like stone themselves, she understood why someone without prior knowledge would be overwhelmed. Across the way, about fifty feet directly in front of them lining the opposite wall, were six doors, all identical to the one they'd just walked through. Above them, and lining the lower levels of the inside wall of this hollow tower, there were ramps and platforms of rock, outcroppings and higher levels. These gave way to the sheer stone face that climbed up, into the sky, smooth and quite unclimbable.

'The moment you touch one, they all come alive,' Paige said.

'And they just... hold you?' Jamie asked.

Paige went a little pink at that. 'Yeah, they... they hold you in place, and make it quite clear that you can fight your way back to here, but that going forwards will be... harder.'

'Too hard,' Vince said. 'For us, at least.'

Bri and Catherine looked at each other. 'I have an idea, if you want to hear it?'

'Uhh, I'd love to!' came a voice. One that none of them recognised. Bri and Jamie bristled, looked around the entrance way - Bri even summoned some magic that would help her see anything hiding, but nothing came up.

'Show yourself,' Vince growled, the animalistic nature he held showing in his voice.

'In here!' the voice echoed around the hollow walls, and all of them looked into the first room. After a moment, Bri was the one to go to the door and stick her head in. She saw nothing to the left, but to the right of the door she saw him.

A guy, maybe a little older than her and Jamie, pinned to the wall by three of the tentacles. He was dressed in robes, and while there was a tentacle across his throat, chest and hips, Bri could see he wasn't armed. At least, not with blades. His jacket, pinned open by one tentacle, revealed he had a spellbook on him that he wasn't able to reach, and his arms being pinned as they were probably holding him back from doing whatever spell he needed to get out.

'I could really do with some help, if you don't mind!'

~o~O~o~

'I could really do with some help, if you don't mind!'

The stranger's eyes caught Bri's as she stuck her head through the doorway.

'Uhh, there's a guy in here,' Bri called back. 'A, uh, Wizard, I think?'

'Witch,' the man corrected, with the sort of sharpness that told her this was a mislabelling he'd heard before, and he was not happy about it. 'I'm a representative of the Council of Arcana, if you must know - and if you really do have a clever plan, I'd love to hear it!'

Bri leaned back, looking at the band of intrepid adventurers staring at her. Jamie and Catherine didn't look panicked or scared - just confused. Tristan, behind Catherine, had an air of intensity to him, like he was working out some complex mathematical problem in his head. The werewolves were in three various states of fear; Ellie seemed the calmest, standing close to Jamie and having an almost curious expression on her face. Paige, the older sister, was clearly worried, her eyes glancing around the space as she took in the presence of a stranger. Vince, Paige's husband and the one who'd been turned by Paige only recently, seemed like he was on a knife's edge. His posture was low, like he was ready to pounce.

Bri looked at Catherine. 'I was going to suggest a low-level lightblade, use it like a scythe and just... cut them off at the source?'

Catherine considered it. 'Sounds smart - if we do it together, we could make it less 'scythe' and more 'cheese wire' - just slice across in a line. Tentacles like this are flesh, so it might not be the cleanest solution, but with both of us powering it we shouldn't have a problem. Tristan, do you want to get it on this?'

He nodded. 'I'll contribute, sure.'

'Jamie,' Bri said with a glance to her familiar, and he stepped forwards, opening the magical link between them. Bri swallowed the moan that bubbled up, the pleasure soaking through her as magic flowed the way an orgasm builds.

Together, the three Witches stood in the doorway and summoned a razor-thin line of light, put it maybe a quarter-inch above the dirt and grit, and bega to push. Immediately, they sliced through the first layer of tentacles in the entire area, moving quickly and fluidly through the purplish flesh of the monstrous things and slicing them all down like they were grass in a garden.

The tentacles at the base of the stranger Witch thrashed as they were cut down, and he dropped to the ground safely behind the line as it continued to raze the clearing, mowing the entire place flat in a pile of writhing tentacles that soon fell quiet and still. He stood, watching the progress they made with eager eyes, and then turned to the three of them. For the first time, they all got a clear look at the man, and saw that he was handsome. Bri could see, now, the point of his ears, and the fairness of his skin. His hair was brown and slightly curly, loose and grown out into a luscious mane.

'Huzzah! Witches of my own kind! We must be swift - I learned quickly that these creatures like to devour magic, though it seems like you've made short work of them - come, the dungeon awaits!'

The tentacle-filled clearing posed a problem however, when looking for an exit - there was not one exit, but three, with about ten feet between each of them. Three doorways, leading to three passageways that delved deeper into the rock in three different directions.

He set off after the line of magical light and the squirming viscera of the tentacles that had been sliced through and destroyed, his intention clearly to go to the doorway on the right - which made sense considering how he'd gotten stuck originally on the right-hand-side. Bri glanced at Catherine before they both set off behind him. The group took her lead and they all set off behind her. They stepped over the purplish blood that had spurted across the ground, and aside from the occasional slip or crunch of flesh-under-foot, they reached the other side of the chamber without incident.

'Well, that was much easier than last time,' Vince sighed, his tone somewhere between relief and embarrassment. 'Question - any idea which way to go now?'

'Also, who the fuck is our new guest?' Paige asked, eyeing the elven Witch up and down.

'And, who's been following us?' Ellie asked. All eyes, including the stranger's, turned to her, before looking back across the clearing. There, across the way, there was a rustle.

'I smell them, too,' Vince said after a moment. 'Good catch. A threat?'

'I don't think so,' Ellie said. 'But we should go, before anything surprises us.'

'Agreed,' the stranger said as he put his hand to the wooden door. There was a triangular shape on the door that glowed softly under his hand, indicating that it was open. 'And, as it's highly impolite for me to have not mentioned it already, my name is Theodmier. Theo to my friends. Shall we?' he smiled as pushed on the door, and just as he did, all hell broke loose.

Jamie was the first to see the person walk out of the bushes towards them, along with Ellie. The figure was someone he knew - inexplicably, Kris was standing before them, across the way, a look on her face of embarrassment. Or, at least, something close.

Jamie was about to ask her what the hell she was doing all of the way out here, but before he could-

'THEY'RE BACK!' came a shout, filling the chamber; Jamie didn't even catch who it was, before the tentacles began to shoot upwards, growing from the viscera of the mowed-down tendrils. New ones grew fast - faster than any of them could react to - and in a moment Jamie watched as Kris was suddenly entwined in at least three tentacles that wrapped around her. He lurched forwards to help - as did Bri and Catherine - but a wall of tentacles grew upwards so quickly that he was flipped onto his back, slamming into the ground and knocking the wind from his chest.

Carnage.

The Werewolves started to howl and run, their human forms still strong, but struggling against the speed and apparent anger of the whipping, purple, tumescent arms. The Witches began throwing magic, burning and slicing, shouting and calling across the clearing, but Jamie's focus was clear.

What the fuck was Kris doing here?!

He rolled and stood, catching a glimpse of someone - Tristan, he thought - spinning as a tentacle grabbed his ankle and yanked him up into the air, out of sight. Jamie knew he could handle himself, and carried onwards.

People were yelling - some orders, some in fear, some in anger as they fought back, but it had become quickly apparent to Jamie that these tentacles didn't seem to be fighting - they weren't hitting, or crushing. They were grabbing and pulling people up, or down, grappling and restraining people until they were saved by someone else in their group. Any people getting hit were purely a side-effect of the rapid growth. He remembered what Paige and Vince had said, too, that they were restrained for hours without actually getting hurt.

They weren't violent. This wasn't a trap - it was more like a speedbump, a deterrent. Jamie focused his mind, and sent the information to Bri - or, at least, he thought he did. It felt like he did. The wave of pleasure that soaked over him indicated that he did.

'THEY'RE NOT DANGEROUS!' He heard Bri shouting, her voice coming over the noise of the mess around them - maybe magically boosted. 'THEY GRAB - THAT'S ALL!'

Jamie beamed for a moment, enjoying the successful use of his magic without guidance. A shudder of magic shined over the wall of tentacles before him, and he saw them slow, their movements sluggish and suddenly predictable. He couldn't see who had done it, but there were four Witches between them now, so it didn't matter much - all it meant was that he could push through, and get to the tower of tentacles that had wrapped up Kris.

She was there, one tentacle around her midriff, snaking around her top half with the tip on her neck, trapping her arms against her body. Her eyes were wide with panic, but as she saw Jamie approach, a glimmer of hope shined in them. She kicked and writhed, but the strength of these tentacles was far too much for her, making her near-enough useless.

The loud sound of a CAW rang through the air, and Jamie glanced up to see Haider, Catherine's crow familiar, soaring through the air over them. Its beak opened, and spells seemed to shine out of it, blasting into tentacles as it offered air support to them.

Jamie got to helping Kris, summoning magic from his well of power, thinking on how effective the blades of light had been. What he managed to summon was less cheese-wire and more sword, but it was all he needed - he sliced the tentacle at the base, and the one wired around Kris' body went slack around her, dropping her onto him. He caught her with a grunt, just as Bri appeared next to them, magic shimmering around her like she was on fire, but spectral and clear flames that seemed not to hurt her at all.

Jamie's leg was caught by a tentacle, and he passed Kris to Bri, who seemed just as confused as Jamie was as she took the girl's hand, as Jamie was yanked back, away from the glow of Bri's light.

He couldn't see anyone - but he could see the wall. He was almost at the edge of the clearing, and the tentacle around his ankle was trying to pin him to it, the way the Witch had been when they found him. Jamie thrashed and kicked, as he was dragged across the ground, feeling rocks dig into his back until he was eventually lifted up, upside down, by the ankle. His face hit the trunk of the thick tentacle, the purple flesh cool and dry, and he grunted. He closed his eyes, looked inwards, and felt the relatively low pool of energy inside him - he'd already sent a lot to Bri, and used more of it himself than he usually would. But he wasn't tapped - not by any means - so he drew his energy sword again, and slashed through the trunk of the monster. It dropped him, flailing and thrashing, and he backed up until he was flat against the rocky wall of the cavern.

Glancing right, he could see one of the doorways - an exit. He started towards it, ducking and diving between thrashing arms, hearing the calls of his allies and friends - and Kris and Bri - as they managed to get the upper hand in some way. Panicked yells turned to celebratory calls, victory was being had.

Jamie just couldn't see it. All he could see was a wall of flesh, and no way out - aside from sticking to the wall, and the doorway he was only a few feet away from. He sucked in a breath and pulled some magic from his well, coating himself the way he saw Bri doing. It wasn't enough to make him invisible or anything, but he hoped that it would have the desired effect, blending him into the wall as much as possible

He moved quickly, dodging a few fast-moving tentacles across the floor, and managed to make his way to the doorway. It was a solid wooden door, with a softly carved triangle on the surface of it. Jamie placed his hand on it, and pushed a modicum of his power into it, and the door cracked open easily

'Huh,' Jamie said as he stepped inside, before turning back to look at the mess in the clearing.

He watched as Catherine floated above the writhing masses, her eyes glowing and hands held out. There was a flash, and a CRACK through the air that made Jamie wince, as an orb of shuddering power appeared out of nowhere. It decimated a central crater, and pieces of tentacles flew all over the place, splattering across the place.

Before Jamie could see anything else, the door slammed shut in front of him, and suddenly, he was alone.

~o~O~o~

'Who do we have, and who are we missing?' Bri asked, looking around the group. The door had slammed shut behind them after they'd piled in, Catherine's final explosive spelling having given them the window they needed. The group was larger, but Bri could tell immediately that some people were missing.

'Jamie's not here,' Tristan said.

'Ellie's not either,' Paige said, her hand in Vince's.

They went around the room, and it wasn't until they'd all checked that they realised that everyone was there except for Jamie and Ellie.

And Kris - as Bri noticed.

'Ellie, Jamie, Kris,' she said as the team started to expand out into the corridor. The walls were rough hewn rock, natural and slightly slick, and cool to the touch. Catherine and Bri, almost in unison, lit up a magical glowing orb of light in their hands, illuminating the group in a stark white light.

'Connect with Jamie,' Catherine said. 'As your familiar, you should be able to.'

Bri nodded, and focused her mind. She reached out, but was met with difficulty. 'I can feel him - but it's like I can't reach him.'

'Is he okay?' Tristan asked.

'He's alive. Conscious, I think. I don't think he's still out there - I think these walls are blocking me.'

Catherine frowned and put her hand against the rock. A soft glow emanated from her hand. 'There's magic in the rock. Low-level, but enough to cause some interference. Whoever made this place designed it to be troublesome to mental communication.'

'The mage that built this place was a crafty one, indeed,' Theodmier nodded. 'But all information tells that any door from that first chamber may lead to his secret - simply that the challenges along the way may be met in alternating orders. We may yet meet them again.'

'Well, then,' Bri said, letting her attempted connection with Jamie drop. 'Let's go meet 'em.'

The corridor was a cave, or the cave was a corridor - only a few feet wide, comfortable enough for the group to walk down, but stretching down into the dark. Paige and Vince were the furthest down, and led the way, feet crunching on dirt with each step.

Into the dark they walked.

~o~O~o~

Kris and Ellie had wound up together almost by accident. Out there, in the whirl of chaos that was tentacles, magic and panic, Bri had been helping Kris get back to the group, who were now all by the central door. Kris remembered something going wrong, something ripping her away from Bri, or Bri being pulled away from her, or both at the same time. It hardly mattered. What counted was that Ellie had managed to grab her, and without much of a hesitation balled them through one of the three doors, happily letting it slam behind them.

The only problem, of course, was that it became quickly clear that they had been the only two to get through this doorway.

The place was dark, and uninviting, but they took a moment to catch their breath as they leaned against the cool walls. Kris spoke first.

'You must think I'm insane,' she said. 'Following you all out here.'

Ellie smiled a kind smile. 'Not insane, no. Adventure calls to everyone.'

Kris let out a noise. 'It wasn't adventure that brought me here.'

'No?' Ellie, whose eyes were keen in the dark since her transformation, could see a lot more of Kris than Kris could see of her. She could see the hesitation in her eyes, and the sadness in her face. 'Something hurting you? Emotionally, I mean - I think we're both a bit bruised up.'

Kris sagged a bit in the shoulders. 'Am I that transparent?'

Ellie smirked, and held out her hand, before realising Kris couldn't see it. She took Kris by the arm, helping to guide her into the dark.

'This is a corridor - we should walk it, look for an exit, or for the others. In the meantime, we have nothing to do except get to know one another. And, I for one think that the reason for you being here would be a great way to start.'

Kris nodded. 'Okay. Fine. Sure. I think I might have already died and this is the walk down into hell, but sure.'

'Hey, if you're dead - which you're not, just to clarify - but if you were, there's nothing left to do but chat. So - why did you follow us into a dungeon again?'

'Because of Jamie,' Kris said with a sigh. 'I... God, this feels so childish, but I really like him. Like, a lot. And, I thought he liked me. But he made it clear that- wait, how much do you know about Jamie?'

'About the sex-magic and stuff?' Ellie chirped. Her voice echoed off the walls. 'Yeah, I'm up to speed.'

'Okay, well, I know that he has sex with people, and that he's going to keep doing it, and that he needs to, in fact. But, I just... emotionally? I don't love it. I know how he is with Bri, and I'm not naive. I just like him, a lot.'

'In a perfect world, you'd like him to be with you and only you.' Ellie said, finishing the thought.

'Obviously, yes. And I know that he can't. But, well, until now, I didn't actually know what he was getting up to. The monsters and the magic... I knew about it in theory, but I thought that, if I followed you guys to wherever you were going, I could see it. That would settle my mind a little, show me why he needs to keep doing what he is. I don't know, it sounds so stupid - I barely thought about it.'

'Well, you followed a group of adventurers through the forest for hours and hours, hun. We didn't even smell you for ages, in fact, which is... kind of strange, to be honest.'

'Okay, I wasn't totally unprepared. I'd planned on following him for a little while now, and I bought a potion of stealth from that alchemy shop.'

'That'll do it, sure,' Ellie nodded, before stopping dead in her tracks.

'What?' Kris asked, unable to see anything.

'There's a door,' Ellie said, looking down the corridor. There, at the end, was another wooden door, just as static and unmoving as the one they'd come in through. 'What's your name?'

'Kris,' she said. 'You?'

'Ellie. Nice to meet you.'

'You too. Why are we doing introductions?'

'Because if we need to run, I needed to know what name to yell.'

'Gotcha, great. Very encouraging.'

Ellie shrugged. 'I'm just rolling with it, you know? Also, there might be a chance we're about to die, and I think it would be better to die next to someone whose name I know.'

'I hate this. I hate this so much,' Kris said with a stammer in her voice. 'I don't know why I'm here. I just like Jamie, and I didn't think, and now I'm in this situation again.'

'Again?' Ellie asked as they walked, slowly, down the corridor towards the door at the end.

'I was briefly kidnapped by some sex demons,' Kris said. 'It was a period of really good sex, mind-bending mental manipulation, and then getting saved by Jamie. He was turned into the sex-magic-fuelled guy he is today at least partially to save me. It's my fault.'

'Kind of. It sounds like. Not to pry.' Ellie nudged Kris in the shoulder, and Kris tried to hide her smile.

'Fuck. Right - I think I see the door. My eyes are adjusting.' Kris could see it more clearly now. It was a wooden door, and as she reached up to touch it - tentatively - she could feel that the surface was etched with tiny shapes, carvings and scratches.

'There's a handle,' Ellie said softly, like she was scared of being overheard. 'Shall we?'

'Okay,' Kris said, putting her hand on top of Ellie's on the handle. Together, they turned it, and pulled.

What they saw before them was... surprising, but not in a way that alerted them. In fact, it was more simply disquieting than alarming. The door opened to reveal a dilapidated, but regal bedroom. There was an enormous four-poster bed at the centre, furnished in the finest silks and fabrics, but looking like it had been abandoned to rot for hundreds of years. The air was thick with dust and musk, and together the two women walked into the room. They stood between the pieces of furniture - chairs and chaise-lounges, two vanity tables on the left and right walls, and a large broken, wooden chest at the foot of the bed.

It was, more than anything, sad. A memory of someone long since gone.

'What was here, do you think?' Kris whispered.

'No idea,' Ellie said. 'But look - there's a door at the other side. We should keep going.'

Together, they slipped past the bed and the furniture, the dust and the lost regality, and went to the next door. This one, too, was slightly open, and covered in the same markings and runes. Kris recognised some of the shapes now, but only vaguely. She didn't know the language, but some of the letters were familiar enough for pieces to start coming together.

The next room was, again, a bedroom.

'Huh,' Ellie sighed. 'I kind of expected, you know, a different room. Like, if something had been living down here. A kitchen or something. It's another bedroom.'

'Smaller,' Kris said, thinking. 'And... less rotting?'

Ellie sniffed. 'Yeah. Still old, but not as old. What does that mean? Does it mean anything? Hey look - another door.'

The two of them passed through three more rooms, each one a little smaller, and a little more together than the one before. The pattern was baffling, and Ellie and Kris had begun to think they would just walk from room to room, each one getting cleaner and fresher and smaller, until they were in a tiny, pristine space. That wasn't the case, however. Instead, they reached a door that was unlike the ones that had come before.

This one was, for one, slightly glowing. The runes were softly pulsing purple, and seemed to react to their presence. They burned slightly brighter, and without either of them touching it, the door... opened.

With a click, it swung outwards, and from within came a glow of candlelight, and the warmth of a fire that made Kris and Ellie sigh softly. They looked at each other. There was nowhere to go back to - forwards was the only real option. So, they stepped inside, and found it to be a comfortably sized bedroom. The bed was against the wall, the fire burning on the opposite side, as braziers on the walls filled the space with an inviting glow.

SLAM! The door slammed behind them. Click.

'Fuck,' Ellie muttered as two forms shimmered in the room, right in front of the two unlikely explorers. A male and a female form came into view, magic falling and revealing themselves.

Demons. Not Orias and Istheth - no, these two seemed... smaller. Not in size, but in presence. Even so, a panic began to rise in Kris' chest as she started to relive all of what had happened to her - and, despite the fact that she hated herself for it, she could feel herself getting aroused.

They were blue, for one thing, and their horns were considerably smaller than the demons Kris had encountered before. They were adorned in underwear that left little to the imagination - the male was toned, with some muscle definition in his torso and arms, and the underwear he wore trapped his manhood in a bulging package. The female was well-endowed, too, her heavy chest heaving as she took shuddering breaths. She was beautiful - in fact, they both were.

Kris could recognise that sensation anywhere. That attraction.

'Curious,' the female said. 'Do you smell that, my love? Our intruders carry the stink of sex magic.'

Ellie and Kris glanced at each other, both thinking of their time with Jamie and blushing an even darker shade of red, before looking back at the demons before them.

The male stepped forwards, and lay his hand on Kris's shoulder. She flinched, partly in fear, but also in the way that, at the contact, a glow of sexual arousal started to blossom inside her. She wanted him. She wanted both of them. The idea terrified her.

'I am in no rush to drain these delightful little gifts. Perhaps our time would be better spent becoming friends?' His hand trailed to her collar, and with a sharp clawed fingertip he began to tear at her clothing.

The female stepped towards Ellie, who took a deep breath of these demons' scent - sweet and musky and inviting in a way she could barely make sense of. She reached forwards and took Ellie's hands in her own, and the wolf-girl gave out a whimper. Without waiting for any further permission, the demon pressed her lips to Ellie's, kissing her deeply. Ellie's eyes slid shut as she moaned into the kiss; beside, the male did the same to Kris.

Kris wanted so badly to fight it, but part of her knew she couldn't.

Another part of her, however buried it might be, knew she was going to enjoy this.

~o~O~o~

Jamie was alone. The cave was dark, and stretched on for what felt like a while. At some point, early on, he felt Bri reaching out to him, but the connection had slipped away before he could latch on. At least he knew she was safe. He clung to that idea as he walked onwards.

A small summoned orb of light helped him see the way through this winding cave, but all it showed him was the hewn surface of the rock, carved by means neither natural or mechanical, but magical. He walked, and thought.

He thought about what the werewolves had told him and Bri, about discovering there was a cave with a cure to lycanthropy at the bottom of it. Not a cave, a dungeon. A place created by someone long lost to memory, with a prize to be claimed for those able to navigate it. He thought about the Witch they'd met here - Theodmier. He hadn't said why he was here, but Jamie found it unlikely that he was here at the same time by accident. Whatever source had given the information to Paige and Vince, Theodmier probably had the same source.

Which begged the question - who had discovered this cave, but instead of plundering its prizes themselves, instead gone around telling people. Not just people either - a Witch and a werewolf; people who could, potentially navigate the dungeon with more of a chance than any regular person. He didn't find it likely that this was a coincidence, but equally found it hard to think of a reason why Theodmier would do this. Whatever the source of this mystery was, it wasn't going to be found right now. No - what had to happen now was for Jamie to find a way back to his friends.

He thought of Kris, and his stomach twisted a little. She'd come here for some reason, and he was certain to ask her when he eventually found her - which he would. He was just worried, however, that she would get hurt and he wouldn't be there to save her. He wanted her to be safe, to be happy. He knew she was here because of him - what other reason would she have to come all the way out here? This was his fault.

If she got hurt, it would be his fault.

So, despite the static and interference that seemed to block his connection with Bri, Jamie reached out to Kris. He knew that anything with Kris would always be in conflict with his life with Bri - Kris had said as much - but the fact that she was here told him that she wanted to pursue something. She had to - right?

He reached out magically to Kris, searching for her - and is met with that same static. But, before it cuts out completely, he feels the tug of it, just like the contact with Bri seemed to, giving him a single piece of information.

She was directly to his left - through the wall next to him.

Jamie faced the wall, the last echo of the magic flitting out, and pulled power from his well. He pooled it around his hands, pulled a fist, and punched.

There was an intense KROOM as the sound of the impact echoed around him, but the wall did in fact crack. Some of it even fell through, revealing that there was another corridor on the other side. Past it, he could see an open door, and from somewhere deep within, light.

Jamie summoned more of his magical pool, ignoring the way it made his heart pound and his cock stiffen, and kept punching until he would force his way through.

I'm coming for you, Kris.

~o~O~o~

Bri and Catherine led the group, light emitting from their hands. Paige and Vince were next, hand-in-hand, as Haider flew overhead - despite the cavern-like walls, the ceilings were apparently quite tall. At the rear, checking for anything that might sneak up on them, were Tristan and Theodmier, also holding motes of light that kept the group in a small bubble of glowing light.

Their corridor, like all the ones Kris, Ellie and Jamie were travelling down, was long and uninteresting. However, something came to their attention quickly - perhaps fuelled by the fact that they were moving fast, with intention. Bri was eager to find Jamie and Kris, and Paige and Vince were eager to find their way back to Ellie - and the fact that this dungeon was notoriously dangerous was a strong motivator. As such, they soon met a doorway, shortly after a sharp turn in the cave - built of solid steel, it was completely different to the ones on the outside. There was, again, a small triangle on the surface of it, and above that a window of solid steel bars. Bri looked through, and saw within a room that seemed... out of place.

It was a laboratory, complete with shining metal tables stacked with glasses and vials, a central work station with taps and piping that went up into the ceiling. Vats of liquids lined a wall, but Bri couldn't see much further than that. It was clear to her, however, that there was no way back - so she pressed her hand into the triangle and pulsed a little magic into it.

The triangle glowed, and the door clicked. It opened with a soft push.

'What is all this stuff?' Paige asked as they entered, the group quickly fanning out to explore the different elements of the lab. There was much to look at - jars and glasses and papers and curios all over the place. Bri also noticed that there were two apparent exits - one closer, near the table with the jars of liquids. The other was further away, deep on the other side of the laboratory, both steel doors with the triangles on them, waiting to be activated.

'Experiments,' Theodmier said with a nod as he reviewed the scene. 'To what end, it's unclear.'

'This vat is full of milk,' Vince said, pointing down at a large copper vat on the floor. It was, indeed, filled with some white milky liquid that rippled slightly as he tapped the rim. 'That seems... gross.'

'It's not stale,' Paige commented. 'We would have noticed.'

'Do you think it's safe to-' Vince started to ask, before four witches all, at once, snapped round to shout at him.

'NO!'

Vince pulled back his hand quickly, and looked at them with wide eyes. There was a tense pause, but nothing happened.

Tristan was the one to approach and cast a small spell, which Bri recognised as an identification spell. As he took care of that, she noticed the chest that was sitting right next to the vat - and how it looked slightly off. She eyed it for a moment, before the realisation kicked in.

'Vince, step away from the chest - softly, but quickly.'

Vince didn't ask any questions, and instead moved over to one of the tables that was covered in liquids and vials, including one in particular that seemed to be a clear liquid, within which a stem of some kind of herb is suspended.

'Hey, I know that plant,' Vince said as he crouched down, peering inside.

Bri wasn't listening to him, however - she stepped back from the chest. 'Guys - that chest is-'

'A mimic,' Tristan said. His eyes were glowing with the spell, and his eyes were flitting across different things in the room. 'It's asleep,' he noted, before turning. He pointed at the vat. 'This is holstaur milk, so... careful with that.'

'Holstaur?' Catherine asked, a frown on her face. 'Interesting - there are some... fascinating implications there.'

'Like what?' Paige asked.

'It's an aphrodisiac, for one,' Catherine mused. 'It has regenerative abilities as well. Keeps you young, healthy. Virile.'

Paige tried to hide biting her lip.

'That's luproot,' Tristan said, pointing at the jar with the stem inside Vince was regarding. 'Careful, that stuff'll trigger your transformation, moon or no moon.'

'I knew I knew it!' Vince grinned, spinning round, and speaking far too loud.

The mimic gurgled.

'Shit!' Paige yelped.

'Don't panic!' Tristan hissed. 'It's not lethal - this mimic is an energy-eater, not flesh eater. Still nasty, don't get me wrong, but not lethal.'

'Not that!' Paige said, looking down at her foot. She'd stepped on some sort of pressure plate, and as the group turned to look, a sense of dread fell across all of them.

This room, like the tentacles, was another trap. Or a test. A blockade, designed to stop people in their tracks - but why?

Bri barely had time to think it over before hell broke loose, and everyone in the room needed to react at once. She almost seemed to behold it all unfolding in slow-motion, each part of the room in a flurry of movement so fast it was hard to parse.

Tristan moved towards Paige, arms outstretched, as magic swarmed around him; beneath her, an explosion began to erupt, but Tristan's magic created a barrier between her body and the flames that quickly expanded. The two clung to each other, as the force of the explosion threw them backwards.

Vince was caught by the force unexpectedly, and was flipped backwards - directly into the table of liquids and jars. The luproot mixture shattered beneath him, and in moments Vince was covered. The transformation began in less than a second, his howl ripping through the roar of the explosion.

Bri held out her hand to catch the fire, trying to contain it as much as she could - the initial force of the explosion had already caused havoc, but if she could save them from being roasted alive, at least that was something. She bubbled it, watching as the flames filled the magical ball until it was a roiling sphere of light and heat, so hot she felt like it might burn her from across the room.

Bri caught Catherine's eye; Catherine was close to Vince, her robes and hair flying back from the explosion, and watched as her mentor's hands lifted, throwing up a thick wall of rock from the ground. Bri realised in a moment that she was cutting up the room, to keep herself and Vince away from the rest of the team. Catherine would be able to deal with Vince alone, Bri figured, if she wasn't having to worry about anyone else.

She and Theodmier, who was behind her, were flung back, and the fire bubble strained. With a fast look around, beneath the strain of the flames and the magic she was using to contain it, Bri couldn't see Paige nor Tristan - where they had been in the room had been cut off by the stone wall, and she wondered if Catherine had done that on purpose.

Bri and Theodmier backed up, towards the exit on the far side of the room, and she opened it with her free hand as they staggered through. Once it was closed behind them, the magic cut off, and the fire was released.

She hoped beyond hope that the rest of her friends were okay, as she and Theodmier stared down what was another corridor, stretching into the dark, illuminated briefly by the orange light of the fire streaking through the barred window, until that, too, died away.

They were left in the dark, panting and a little singed.

~o~O~o~

Catherine reached out, gripping her magic in her fist, and pulled the rock upwards; it slammed into the ceiling, trapping the fire - and Bri and the stranger Witch - on the other side. She knew that Bri could take care of herself.

Catherine had forked the wall of stone so that she and Vince were trapped together, and Tristan and Paige were locked in a small bubble away from the fire and the transforming werewolf. They weren't out of danger, however - the mimic was with them, and she was fairly sure she saw the vat of holstaur milk shatter with the force of the explosion, which she knew wouldn't be good news. Ultimately, however, she trusted Tristan to do what he could to keep Paige safe. In any case, she hardly had any way to help - she had a now mostly-transformed werewolf to contend with.

She backed up against the wall, watching the already hulking form of Vince flex and stretch, body changing in second beneath the strain of his transformation. His limbs stretched, skin tearing as hair began to burst out from beneath as though he had been wearing a Vince-suit. It was horrid, but fast, and in seconds Vince had torn away the version of himself that was human, and where he had stood there was now an eight-foot tall beast.

Man-like in proportion, his feet were stretched paws that ended in sharp bladed claws; his body was covered in a thick brown fur that parted at the chest to reveal a thick, muscled chest. The skin that was on show was a deep leather-like texture, and Catherine found herself looking up at him as he stood to his full height.

His head was, of course, wolven - mostly. The snout, ears, and brow were fiercely animalistic, and yet the eyes, even now, had something to them. A glimmer, or a twinkle.

Then, it was gone, and the beast took over - and LEAPT at Catherine.

She threw herself backwards with a pulse of magic, slamming into the door; she opened it as quickly as she could, darting to the side as Vince ripped past. The corridor they were both in now was long, and stretched out for what seemed like hundreds of feet, and Catherine knew there was only one thing to do.

She looked up at the werewolf, and watched him inhale a deep breath of her scent, and promptly used her magic to slip into invisibility.

Then, she started to run.

~o~O~o~

Paige and Tristan watched the world turn to chaos. Fire flashed, rock slammed upwards into a new wall - but not before the shockwave of the explosion in the middle of the room shattered that old vat of holstaur milk all over them.

First, it seemed to crack up the side before sundering violently, the shockwave effecting the liquid as much as the vat itself; the room-temperature white liquid shot out in every direction. The new rock walls seemed to save everyone else, but for them it was too late - Paige and Tristan watched each other as they were covered in the stuff.

The effect was immediate.

'Oh, fuuuuck,' Paige moaned as her eyes dilated, her body suddenly on fire. Not from pain, of course, but need. All she needed, in that moment of panic and chaos, was to be fucked. Nothing else mattered. She could feel herself become incredibly wet in a moment, her nipples hard and her chest tight.

Tristan, just as instantly, found himself hard as a rock, and trapped in this tiny enclosure with nothing but Paige's company.

They saw each other, and after a split-second of eye contact, they both made the decision. Or, they both realised that they were far past making any decisions here - this was going to happen.

In unison, they stripped, tearing clothes off their bodies in a feral rush to be naked; Paige won the race, revealing her toned body to Tristan, and near-stranger, with pride. She was shorter than him, and had a pleasant amount of muscle to her body that made it clear she was strong, but not unwieldy; her bust was on the smaller size, but clearly enough for a handful, and her butt was pert enough to bounce coins off.

Tristan was taller, and quite skinny; with magic, he swept his clothes off in one smooth movement as Paige tore her's off, the wolf inside her leading the decision making. They were ravenous, colliding together with a hungry kiss that quickly turned into moans and exploring tongues. They were fuelled by the holstaur milk, sure, but they didn't struggle to find each other attractive; Paige was beautiful, and Tristan was handsome. The fact that they were both in relationships - though it was true that Paige certainly more committed to hers than Tristan was to Catherine - didn't occur to either of them. Instead, Tristan's hands gripped Paige's butt and he lifted her to the chest next to them, pulling her thighs open and easily sliding himself home into her wet, aching sex.

They moaned, mouths together as they panted and grunted and swore, as Tristan began to fuck her with abandon.

So much abandon that neither of them remembered that the chest beneath them wasn't a chest at all.

So much abandon that they barely noticed when the mimic stirred, holstaur's milk soaking into its skin just as it had with theirs.

So much abandon that, when the mimic shifted its shape and opened its jaws wide enough for Tristan and Paige to fall inside its gaping, tooth-line maw onto its wet tongue, they barely missed a beat. In fact, as Tristan landed atop Paige, he looped her legs under his arms and pulled them up to her chest to ensure they could both fit inside this wet, warm bed they'd toppled into.

Any critical thought had gone - completely. Nothing except the pleasure of their bodies survived inside them. Even as the mimc's tongue became many tongues, sliding over their wet bodies, curling around legs and arms and breasts and throats, binding them except to let him keep fucking her.

Even as the mouth closed, and they became a muffled set of moans trapped within a living chest, they didn't have any other thoughts.

~o~O~o~

Jamie made his way through dark and rough caveways, towards the direction his magic had indicated, until he found a doorway like the one he'd fallen through - though this one was already open. Inside, he found a huge, dusty bedroom, and saw another open door.

He followed each of them, door after door, room after room, until he unveiled something he'd not expected to find.

Jamie walked into a room of moans, the fog of sex and the sight of Ellie and Kris tangled on a large bed, in the throes of sex with two blue-skinned, winged demons. He could see the demon, male and handsome, lithe and wearing only what seemed like leather straps across his body; he was sitting at the edge of the bed, thighs apart, and between his legs was a naked Kris who was just desperately sucking his cock, gagging and moaning as he held her hair in his fist.

Ellie, on the other hand, was flat on her back on the bed, and the female demon was between her thighs. They were positioned so that Ellie's head was hanging off the end of the plush bedding, facing him, which meant that when the demon rose up from Ellie's sex, she was looking Jamie dead in the eye. He also got the gift of seeing at least eight inches of tongue slide out of Ellie, the young werewolf shuddering and moaning at the sensation of it.

'What the fuck,' he said, the words escaping him before he was able to stop himself.

The door behind him slammed shut, and between that and his outburst, all of a sudden all eyes were on him.

Jamie couldn't help himself, of course - the energy in this room was... electric. He could feel the sex magic swimming through the air, crackling invisibly around them all, and it instantly made him a little light-headed. The intensity of the demonic presences before him was... familiar - and not in a fun way.

'Another? We are lucky,' grinned the female demon between Ellie's legs. She let her tongue lol out, extending to an insane length as it slid back into Ellie, as she held eye contact with Jamie and smiled.

'This one is... different. That same smell is on him, too.' The male one petted Kris' head, giving her a little praise as she slobbered on his length hungrily - the sight of which turned a knot in Jamie's stomach. 'Off.' Kris sat back, and for the first time she was able to make eye contact with Jamie.

All he could see was the thick drool of spittle and precum that dribbled down Kris' chin, onto her chest, and the dreamy half-there look in her eyes.

'No - not different. Darling Beth, come and smell.' The male stood and approached Jamie, interest in his yellow eyes, the warm light glimmering on his shiny, sweat-lined blue skin. 'He's the source.'

The female - Beth? - slid her tongue out of Ellie again, who groaned in frustration. 'You're kidding,' she said.

The male was less than a metre from him now.

'Whatever's going on here,' Jamie said, 'I've seen something similar before. We're not looking to fight - but I will. Or, you just let them go, let us go, and we can leave your cave of wonders without any, you know, issue.'

'How many do you think he's drained,' the female asked, ignoring him completely as she pushed Ellie to one side. 'He looks handsome - I bet he struggles to resist it.' She stood, joining the male in regarding Jamie as he braced himself for the worst.

'What have you done to my friends?' Jamie asked through gritted teeth as Ellie and Kris barely moved, swaying in place, lost in arousal and thoughtlessness.

'They are merely enthralled,' the male said. 'Your friends, you say? You mean you know them?'

'I've known her for years,' he said, looking at Kris as she drooled precum and slid one hand between her legs. He looked over at Ellie. 'Her I've known now for a few weeks.'

'And... you haven't lay with them?' the female asked.

Jamie frowned. 'I don't- look, I know you two are succubi, or incubi, or one and the other, and you should know - this isn't my first rodeo. I've met your ilk before. So, if you're asking these questions to try and freak me out, it won't work.'

They looked at each other, and burst into laughter. Cackling, inhuman laughter that reverberated around the room, before they calmed.

'I killed Orias and Istheth,' Jamie said, like it was an announcement. It wasn't strictly true - though they did die and get absorbed into him as pure sex magic, so that was close. Enough in his opinion. 'You know those names?'

'We do,' Beth said, becoming serious. 'They are... far more senior than us. We're but humble, sexy demons. They were... truly monstrous. But somehow I doubt what you say.'

'Taste my magic,' Jamie said. 'It's theirs - I took it from them when they died.' he held out his hand and let it flow - a surge of pure sexual power. He held back a groan as he brought it forth, feeling the pleasure radiate out from him, manifesting as a glimmer through the air. The two demons before him observed it, feeling the glimmer hit them in waves, soaking through them and the air, as natural as ripples in water. Jamie watched their eyebrows raise, their eyes dilating as their mouths slipped open in halted gasp. He could feel their bodies react, their being woven into sexual magic being unable to resist. 'It's mine now,' Jamie told them. 'So, I repeat my offer - let them go, before things get messy.'

They exchanged glances, and Jamie was surprised when their eyes went to the floor.

'We, uh, had no idea, sir,' the male one said. 'My name is Jaykethik, and this is my wife, Bethariatrix. We go by Jake and Beth.'

'I bet you do,' Jamie said. 'But no need to call me sir - simply do as I ask.'

'But, sir...' Beth sputtered, looking up at him for a moment before looking back at the floor. She really was quite beautiful, despite the blue hue of her skin and the horns atop her head. As she became submissive to him, she seemed to ooze sex - her body, almost completely on show, was many a man's wet dream, and here she was calling him 'sir'. 'It is, of course, not so simple. If we wish to leave, we must drain these mortals. Only strong enough magic can open the doorways - activating the sigils. We must drain them to be capable of leaving. And, as you know, draining is fatal, sir.'

Jamie blinked.

They were planning on killing Ellie and Kris to escape.

They were going to kill them, with sex.

How was this the second time Kris had wound up in this situation.

'No it's not,' Jamie said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The demons looked at him, unsure of what he was saying. 'I drain energy all the time; I've never killed anyone. Hell, I've drained both of these girls. Multiple times. They're fine.'

The demons glanced at each other, a shiver moving through them. A shudder of excitement, and not simply of the sexual kind.

'You... you can drain without completely draining?' Jake asked, a slight hitch in his throat. 'Impossible, sir. It is simply impossible.'

'No, I can do it,' Jamie said again, almost confused. 'Are you telling me you kill everyone you drain power from?'

Beth nodded, solemn. 'We don't like to, sir. We are not like the others you mentioned - those in the bigger rooms than us, they would happily kill. Eagerly drain and drink and consume. That's how they escaped this place; draining the life from poor souls who wandered in, looking for treasures.'

'Wait - wait - Orias and Istheth were here?' Jamie asked, like his mind had been blown.

Jake nodded. 'We were summoned and trapped here, a toy for the master of this place. We don't know the dungeon's purpose, but we understand that, in order to leave it, we must drain anyone who comes our way. Or, they must kill us.'

Jamie waved his hands in the air, pulling it all together in his head. 'Okay - so you're relatively low-level demons who are here against your will; you don't want to kill, but you don't see any other way out. Is that what's happening here?'

They both nodded. Then, Beth spoke, her eyes soft and her voice calculating. He could almost see the gears turning inside her head. She was smart, and Jamie knew that all he was seeing was the very surface.

'Sir, could you teach us your way?,' she asked, being all sweet. 'How to drain, to drink, without taking life? To do so would be... immaculate. We are what we are because we love pleasure, not death. I swear - we swear - if you help us, we will never take another life.'

Jamie's stomach knotted at that idea. Big pressure.

'I think I can teach you,' he said.

'Of course,' Beth continued, that glimmer of intelligence in her eye. 'You would need to prove it first.'

Jamie hesitated, and then, he looked at Ellie and Kris. She was pushing for him to do something now - more than just flash his power. But, if he didn't, there was every chance these Demons would kill Kris and Ellie, and he just couldn't consider that option. 'They're under your enthrallment right now, right?'

Jake nodded. 'Yes - it will last some time, I am afraid.'

'That's fine,' he said, trying to hide the tension in his tone. 'I'll demonstrate on Kris. Me and her are... close. I hope she won't mind too much. Come on; watch me, and take notes.'

Without further ado, Jamie stripped, ignoring the way the demon's both sucked in a breath as he exposed his chest, and then the outright whimper from Beth as he removed his trousers and underwear.

He walked over to Kris, and sat on the bed, Ellie's legs next to his as they top-and-tailed. He invited Kris up to him, and gave her a kiss as her hand found his growing erection, stroking him to hardness. She moaned, and smiled up at him. 'You came for me...'

He petted her cheek. 'Of course I did.' As he spoke, Ellie sat up, and crawled up besides them to watch as Kris' hand softly brought Jamie up to size.

Once he was hard, Kris threw a leg over his waist, and lined herself up with his cock, the tip pressing into her sex.

Jamie glanced at the demons, who were wide-eyed and attentive. Jake seemed almost like his world had opened up already, wondrous and new; Beth was like the students Jamie remembered at University, the ones who really believed in what they were doing. He decided to play into it. To bring them along for the ride.

'Are we watching carefully?'

~o~O~o~

Catherine was running. Well - that was most of what she was doing; she was also using magic to hide herself, staying invisible, masking her footsteps, even trying to blend her smell away - but adrenaline was making her clumsy and desperate, and the ravenous werewolf was hot on her heels. Magic or no magic, she had no intention of hurting Vince, and the pure animalistic horror of his presence was stopping her from being able to consider smarter options, more intricate magic.

So, she just ran.

She ran down the stone corridor until she reached a doorway, half-open and wooden, not locked by some magical-triangle lock, and burst through into what seemed like a small enclosed glade. Maybe sixty feet across, and vaguely circular, the floor was covered in grass and small blue-petalled flowers Catherine didn't even consider enough to try and recognise. Instead, she took the opportunity that the space had opened up to fly up into the air - the ceiling had expanded up from maybe seven feet to almost thirty - with all of her cloaking magic straining as she tried to quiet her breathing, to slow her heartbeat.

Vince burst into the space, shattering the weak wooden door as he did, and stomping into the grass and flowers. Great plumes of pollen were worked up under each paw as he tread through the space, sniffing and growling, wolven head whipping around as he searched for her.

Fuck, I'm tired, Catherine thought to herself as she allowed herself a moment to calm. Vincent was directly beneath her at points, and she watched with bated breath, sticking to the ceiling, as those plumes of white-ish spores drifted up towards them. First, she watched them meet Vincent's nose, his snout taking in a large breath of them. He flinched, head whipping back and forth, and for a moment she was worried that they had wandered into some dangerous trap, that they would choke and die on the pollen, something like that.

It quickly became apparent that the type of trap this was - and it was a trap - was something else entirely.

She watched with emergent horror as Vincent groaned. Not like an animal, but like a man. He groaned, and whined, and looked up at the ceiling with his back to her. Then, as he turned, Catherine's invisible eyes went wide as she saw hanging from his groin a thick, hardening cock; pink-red and pointed at the tip, she watched him harden in pulses, as thick as her arm and already glittering on the edge with droplets of pre-cum.

When she sucked in a breath, she realised all too late that she could taste the pollen, too, and that whatever effect it had had on Vince it was about to have on her.

Catherine's mind was racing with questions.

Who built this place like this?

What kind of plant had this effect?

Was this a magical effect?

Could it be dispelled?

Would it have the same effect on me that it did Vince?

How long can I stay up here before I get tired?

Why is my heart racing?

Is Vince going to be okay?

Is he going to stay like that until he is... satisfied?

What would that even be like?

Are all werewolves that big?

Would I be able to fit all of that inside me?

Why am I so wet?

Why does he smell so good?

Would he treat me roughly?

Would I want him to?

She tried to pull herself out of it, but the fog was setting into her mind. Vince looked... incredible. Powerful. Muscular and masculine and hung.

Why was she thinking things like that?

'Oh, fuck,' Catherine muttered as she felt her concentration slip, the spells she had been holding cracking and tripping over each other. All at once, the invisibility dropped, as did the levitation and the smell masking, and she dropped about twenty-five feet straight onto the grass and flowers. A massive plume of white spores and pollen wafted up around her, and without a thought she sucked in a breath of pain from the impact.

'Ohhhh,' she whimpered as any thought she had in her head was wiped away by two things.

One: the magical effect of the pollen on her mind and body, alighting in her a need that she hadn't felt on this level since before Tristan came into town.

Two: the fat, erect werewolf cock inches from her face.

Catherine looked up at the beast standing over her, a shiver of arousal and submission going through her at the sight of his power and strength, as though it was beaming directly into the pleasure centres of her brain.

She wondered if she'd ever been this wet before in her life.

A clawed hand reached her cheek, and the thumb dipped into her lips enough to make her open her mouth. Once she did, Vince moved his hips forwards, and pushed the pointed tip of his cock into the waiting mouth of the powerful Witch.

She moaned at the taste of him, and felt his hand gripped the back of her head, before he slammed her face against his pelvis. She felt his cock, thick as her arm and hot, slide into her throat in a moment. There was a bulge of flesh at the base of Vince's cock that pressed against her lips, and all she could think about was whether the rumour of werewolves having a 'knot' at the base of their cocks to entrap their sexual partners was true.

Then, she felt a pang of desperation that she would find out.

She started to desperately undress, unbuttoning her clothes and kicking off her boots as Vince's hand held her by the hair, using her throat to stroke his cock, deep and wet and warm, groaning indulgently as he did.

It surprised her that he was taking his time, but the moment seemed to pass before she was done undressing. Vince shoved her back before she'd been able to fully remove her robe - though everything else was strewn across the glade, lifting disturbed pollen into the air for them to breathe in.

Catherine fell onto her back, and before she could register what was happening Vicne's hand, clawed and thick, gripped her by the robe and RIPPED it off her.

'AHH!' she yelled, half in shock and half in lustful admiration at his display of power.

But Vince wasn't done - and he was no longer taking his time.

Naked, in heat, and wetter than she could remember being, Catherine was man-handled in the grass; Vince grabbed her by the leg and flipped her onto her front, her face landing in the grass, before she felt his powerful hands grip her by the hips.

'Oh, fuck yes,' she whimpered as she felt the hard press of his cock against her hungry sex, no thoughts in her mind other than satisfying this desperate need in her chest to be fucked.

Vince had one hand on her hip, another in her hair to pull her head up like a leash; her knees and hands were in the dirt, her chest flushed and her body ready; his cock pressed into her, the pointed tip sinking easily into her in a way that almost felt... right.

'Oh, this is so fucking good,' she moaned to herself as she felt his thickness sink into her, that easiness quickly becoming a delicious stretch that made her eyes roll and her mouth fall open. She knew he was barely two inches in her, and yet he already felt massive - and she'd seen his cock. It was slightly thicker in the middle, and there was that thick base that made her heart flutter.

She wanted to feel all of it.

Vince didn't keep her waiting.

~o~O~o~

The corridor went dark as the flash of fire behind them fell away, and Bri turned to the witch Theodmier without being able to see him. Both of them struck up light in differing ways - Bri with a glowing orb that rested in the palm of her hand, and Theodmier with two beams of light that poured from his eyes, illuminating whatever it was his eyes rested on.

Silently, they took a moment to appreciate the others' work, and started down the corridor - after all, it was clear that the only way out, now, was through. They just had to hold on to the belief that the others in their group had made it out okay.

As they walked down the corridor, the hewn smooth stone on the ground having spots of moss and grass poking through, Bri's mind turned to Catherine, and to the way she'd looked as she drew the ire of the werewolf. She shivered, and hoped that Catherine was a strong enough witch to take the beast down without hurting the man inside. Then, she laughed at herself a little.

If anyone was capable of doing that, it was Catherine.

'A part of me thinks we should go back,' Theodmier said, his voice low like he was wary of being overheard. 'We could help.'

Bri looked at him, his features in the magical light seeming softer, his eyes lighting up and his worry clear. 'That door had a magical seal,' she said. 'Didn't you see it? We could spend time trying to get around it - hell, we might even manage it - but I don't think we're supposed to.'

'What does that mean, 'supposed to'?'

She sighed. 'I thought you were smart.'

He gave a short laugh. 'I am! Considering my station, I'm basically a prodigy.'

'Yet you were trapped in those tentacles outside,' Bri noted, registering the sting on his face; that had affected him. She started walking again, deeper into the pitch-black corridor. 'What I meant is that this place was designed to split up a group - all of this was built by someone, right? Which means this place has a goal. A problem to solve, a puzzle to beat.'

'You can't know that,' he said, following her.

'I think I can,' she said, seeing a bit of light up ahead. 'My bet is that, if we pass whatever test is here, we will walk out of here not only alive, but with some prize. That's why you're here, right?'

Theodmier didn't answer that, but he did huff a little as they approached the new door at the other side of the dark corridor. He watched Bri push it tentatively, and watched the door open up out to a glade of flowers, blue and swaying despite a complete lack of wind. At the other side, a larger, more important-looking door, with runes all over it. From this distance, Bri couldn't work out the detail, but it was clear she was right.

This was a puzzle, and she was going to solve it.

~o~O~o~

Jamie felt like he was in another world entirely.

He was sitting on a regal, wide bed, the stench of sex and debauchery filling his nostrils as the sounds of moaning and creaking filled the room; gasps from the two onlooking Demons occasionally broke through, or Kris' whines as she rocked herself atop Jamie's thickness, driving herself closer and closer to orgasm as Ellie, naked and wet and desperate to be pleasured, sat behind Jamie. She reached around and massaged his chest, kissing his neck and back as Kris rode him to another climax, all while Jamie held the beautiful woman close to him, rocking his hips up into her as they fucked.

Or, to be honest, made love. It would have even been romantic, if it weren't for the presence of demonic magic overshadowing every aspect of it.

Jamie was in tune with his magic in a way he hadn't needed to be before - he'd done things during sex like shift his partner's pleasure, or even change how he looked to embody more of the demonic energy inside him, but this was more... holistic. He was listening to how the magic rocked between him and Kris, and even extended to Ellie and the two Demons, Jake and Beth, flowing between them like a river coursing through their bodies, through the air.

The Demons were watching the flow, too, and saw how Jamie was able to tap into the pleasure of Kris as they fucked, as she approached the edge of her orgasm, moaning and whimpering against him, her pleasure creating a surge in the flow as it poured into him, filling him in a way that was alien to them. Not draining, but growing the pleasure for sustenance.

It was... beautiful. And sexy.

And the Demons were struggling to hold themselves back for much longer.

'Ready?' Jamie asked Kris as she rode him, speeding up with each thrust until they were frantically gyrating into each other, moaning and whimpering into each other's mouths, until - until-

'FUUUUUUUUUU-' Kris moaned, as Jamie felt her sex-energy burst from her, a wave of bliss and lust and even love - and he drank it in, and in, and in. The Demons watched, eyes wide, as they recognised the way he drank in Kris' energy. His vampiric absorptions of her energy, however, did not go all the way. It didn't need to.

As Kris gave him energy, cumming so hard her eyes rolled and her body shook and her scream filled the bedroom, Jamie let it come to a natural close. He let her recover, and quickly that well inside from which he had drank refilled, a new wave of potentially-syphoned sex to drink from quickly building again.

'That is... remarkable,' Beth said, slinking up behind Kris, her taloned fingers lightly scratching the shaking woman's naked back. 'She could go again.'

'And again,' Jamie said. 'And again. Aside from physical exhaustion and the need to eat and drink and sleep, doing this means you'll never need to kill anyone.'

'We have a problem, however,' Jake said, kneeling on the bed and coming up behind Ellie. 'We still need to feed to have enough power to break out.'

Jamie felt Ellie shiver against his back, but made a decision. He wasn't going to let these demons drink from them and drain them - even if they managed not to kill Ellie.

'If I give you the power you need, could you just leave?'

'We can take you with us,' Beth offered. 'Get you out of here.'

'No,' Jamie said. 'We'd need to go deeper - is there another way out? Other than the way we came.'

'There's a door,' Beth said, nodding. 'This whole place is a mix of prisons and tests and experiments and traps, but the Mage who built this place made sure there were ways for her to travel through it. We've never used it because it simply goes in - deeper into her mess of traps. We want out, Jamie.'

'Come here,' he said, helping Kris off him. He lay her and Ellie down on the bed, and both of them complained at the fact they weren't being touched, or pleasured, or fucked, but he ignored them. He stood with the two demons, and again had to swallow the urge that bubbled up inside him. These creatures were... beautiful. Sexy in an unearthly way that made his heart race and his cock harden - but he couldn't fall into another round of sex. He needed to get out, to go deeper, and find Bri. And everyone else, of course.

He also needed Ellie and Kris to come back to their senses, which might take some time but it would happen.

He held the hands of the demons, these vampires of sexual magic, winged and horned and gorgeous, and he opened himself to them. He could feel that magic flowing through him, which might be the extent of his power, but it was all he needed. He pushed it to his hands, and once the power connected to the demons' palms, they both gasped. They moaned; Jake stretched like a cat, up on his tip-toes and head going back, wings stretching out as his thick cock hardened before him, impressive and ribbed and dripping; Beth moaned, her legs buckling a little as her wings wrapped around her perfect body, tits bouncing as she shuddered, each wave of his magic coursing into them both.

He did it until he'd given them about half of what he had - and then, he stopped.

Or, at least, he tried to.

Jamie pulled away, but the demons were hungry, insatiable. They clung to him, draining him, drinking, drinking, drinking-

'STOP!' Jamie shouted. Both Jake and Beth, shocked out of their stupor, pulled off him, breaking the seal, and staggered back. They were glowing, panting and aroused, grinning like guilty animals that had stolen a meal in the wild.

Beth moved in towards him. 'We will honour what we said - no more deaths, Jamie. And who knows - perhaps we will see you again?' Then, she kissed him, deeply and passionately, her forked tongue delving into his mouth, wrapping around his own tongue, making him moan into her.

She pulled away, and Jake quickly replaced her, kissing Jamie with the same intensity, moaning into his mouth as they felt his arousal returning.

When Jake pulled away, Beth was summoning her power to reveal the door - a mirror on the wall shimmered and vanished, opening up to show a corridor behind it. It was opposite the door they'd come in through, promising that this was the way to go, but even so it looked... dark.

'That'll take you to whatever else the Mage prepared,' Beth said. 'And Jamie?' Jamie turned to her, and she gave him another short kiss. 'We won't forget this, you know.'

Then, Magic swirled around them, and Beth and Jake's wings stretched out, and like they were carried on unapparent winds, they flew out of the space; their magic destroyed the binds around the doorway, scratching away the runes and the magic that had locked them here. The demons flew through the hole in the wall, laughing and jeering and circling around each other as they spiralled through all of the rooms Jamie had walked through to get here, until they arched away, out of sight.

Jamie looked at Ellie and Kris, both naked and smiling at him through hooded eyes, thighs shiny with their dripping wetness, nipples hard and biting their lips.

'Right,' Jamie said, trying to keep his composure. 'Do you girls wanna fuck me?'

They both nodded, and began to crawl towards him.

'Oh, please please please please,' Kris babbled as Jamie stepped away from the bed, towards the mirror.

'God, I need your cock,' Ellie whined, as Jamie stepped through the mirror's frame, into the corridor behind.

'If you can catch me,' he said, 'Maybe you can have me.'

It was the only way he could think to get them out of the room, without having to wait for the enthrallment to wear off. The girls' clothes were gone, and he figured that was a battle they could tackle some other time.

Besides, he thought as he stepped into the dark corridor, being pursued by the two ravenous, nude women, they're not exactly hard on the eyes. Together, they turned a left corner, and found a doorway that opened easily. Kris and Ellie were behind him, and as he pushed the door open onto a magically-lit garden, filled with beautiful blue flowers and with a strange-looking door at the other side, they caught up.

Kris and Ellie each caught an arm of his each, and the three of them toppled into the flowers; a huge poof of pollen was disturbed, launching into the air and, as the three of them rolled and grabbed and pulled and laughed, they all breathed it in. Gulp after gulp, the pollen filled their lungs, and the effects were... immediate.

~o~O~o~

'Ohh SHIIIIT!'

The impossible thickness of Vince's wolf-like cock slid into Catherine's wet sex; she was bent over for him, face in the dirt as the monstrous beast loomed over her, claws in the dirt over her shoulders as she felt him, bit by bit, pressing into her.

'Good,' Vince growled, his voice low and throaty, desperate for pleasure. 'Tight. Wet. Fuck.'

Catherine wasn't able to think, wasn't able to cast or summon anything - each breath filled her with the pollen from the blue flowers, each inhale overloading her senses, making her ready for him - and it was a good job, too.

Catherine wailed with a mix of searing pleasure and aching pain as Vince's animal cock stretched her, the pointed tip spearing her open easily, sinking into parts of her so deep she could feel her stomach swelling a little with each thrust.

Vince - the wolf - huffed and growled over her, his fur brushing her body and covering her in his warmth, radiating off him as he panted on her back. Her body flexed under him, shaking suddenly just as Vince pulled out, and he slipped out of her.

'Noo-' Catherine heard herself moan, her legs spread with her face against the ground. She was delirious, lost in the heat of this moment more than she ever had been before. Before she could complain any more about him slipping out of her, however, she felt Vince's long, thick, slippery shaft slap against her hole, long enough to hit her clit and lay against her arsehole at the same time, his heavy balls swinging beneath as he dragged himself along her. She mewled as he pulled back, letting his entire shaft rub against her sex, the wet sounds lost under her moans and his grunts, until the pointed tip poked at her entrance again.

'Please,' she begged, her voice cracking in desperation. 'Please, fuck me - I need it - oh, fuck - oH FUCK!' Every inch of him slid past her clit as he rocked backwards, finding his mark, and then slamming himself home. 'AAAAAHN! FUCK! FUUUUCK!' Catherine's screams were bouncing off the walls as Vince began to hammer into her.

Catherine was no stranger to strange sex - she and Tristan had experimented liberally with shape-shifting his cock, and in her alone years she'd been known to summon creatures - or at least parts of them - to keep her company in a long night. But this wasn't the same as fucking a man she knew, who happened to be packing more exotic weaponry, nor was it the same as bringing through the eight-inch cock of a devil through a portal to use as a dildo for the evening.

This was, Catherine realised as Vince growled and huffed, his hairy hips bruising her backside as he began to fuck her with animalistic abandon, a rut.

He was rutting her.

His mind was blank, filled with the same lust-inducing pollen that poisoned her own mind, and his already inhibited state as a werewolf meant there was nothing now holding him back. He had her, bent over and presented to him for the fucking, and he was taking everything he could.

PAFF-PAFF-PAFF-PAFF - each time he collided with her, she moaned, her pussy stretched and her naked body held in place. Vince's clawed hand found her hair and yanked her up, eyes rolling into the back of her head as his other claw came around her throat, holding her in place as he used her for his own pleasure. He would speed up and slow down as suited him, seemingly trying to make this ordeal last as long as it possibly could.

A part of her loved him for that.

'Fuck me,' Catherine whined as she looked up at the wolf's bottom jaw; his mouth lolled open, and she saw the flash of razor-sharp teeth around his pink-red tongue. Vince, panting and growling as he rutted his bitch, seemed content to stare at the wall - until Catherine reached up to him. Her hands met the sides of Vince's face, brushing through his fur, and he slowed his fucking a little as he looked down at her.

The Witch made eye contact with the beast, as she felt the fat cock inside her throb with need - he was close, and she could feel it. She needed it, too - she needed him to cum inside her, to fill her up, to take her over the edge.

His claw in her hair tightened, and pulled her head to one side as Vince went back to fucking her, and Catherine yelped as she felt him shift, his hot breath on the back of her neck.

'Oh, yessss,' Catherine whined as she felt herself getting closer and closer, each feral pounding of fur-on skin pushing her forwards a little, and he would follow, fucking her across this garden. 'Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES - fuck me, Vince, fuck me...'

The wolf growled, releasing her hair and letting her face drop into the dirt as his claws went to her hips. He held her by the hipbone, two hands holding her in place as he fucked her, the rest of her body bouncing with each impact, legs and arms and face in the grass as she was taken, used like she was nothing but a hole for him to fill.

Catherine came there, as she was rutting like a dog in the grass, an animal in heat; her eyes rolled, her mouth open wide, and screamed so loud it sounded like a howl.

'AUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!'

Vince didn't miss a beat, his tempo increasing - bamf-bamf-bamf-bamfbamfbamfbamf - rutting her, until, eventually, it was too much for him, too.

Catherine, bleary-eyed and unable to think, felt a pressure at her entrance. Her understanding of wolf physiology made her heart leap as she realised what was happening right as it happened to her. The beast's knot, right at the base of his thick monstrous cock, slid into her and swelled, locking him inside her - thick and hard and yet yielding just enough for her poor stretched hole to let him in.

'FUUUUUCK!' she screamed as she felt the tip of his cock, pointed and angled, reach new depths inside her. It was almost uncomfortable - should have been uncomfortable, painful even. But, in this moment, all she could do was shudder as a sudden orgasm wracked her naked, scratch-covered body.

Then, she felt the hot, thick pouring of his cum filling her up, and it was too much. Her brilliant mind cracked, and she babbled into the floor, feet and face dragging in the dirt as she was held up by her hips, and came twice more as the wolf filled her.

On the door, facing them, was the carving neither Catherine nor Vince had paid any attention to - three overlapping triangles, encircled by runes, waiting to be activated.

~o~O~o~

'You know, you're clearly a very adept Witch,' Theodmier said as they looked out over the garden. 'If you wanted to really excel in your studies, perhaps you could join me?'

'What, at the Council of Arcana?' Bri asked, still looking out at the garden. It looked calm, but they were both smart enough now to know that this place was trapped to high-heaven. Neither of them was going to just walk in. 'You'd be lucky to have me.'

'We would,' he smiled. 'And you'd be lucky to join. Not everyone gets in.'

'Well, you say that, but they let you in.' As she said it, Bri realised how much it sounded like she was flirting with him. While he was a little older than her, he wasn't unattractive by any means. In fact, he was rather easy on the eyes. Not as handsome as Jamie, perhaps, but maybe that was just because she was magically intertwined, sexually, with Jamie now - so maybe that was an unfair comparison. He was certainly less masculine than Anton, instead looking more studious. Plus, she'd never been with an Elven man before, and she found herself wondering how they would compare to humans in the bedroom. As far as she knew, there were no major physiological differences, but there was always room for surprises.

She caught herself once her mind had drifted to wondering how long Theodmier's cock was, blushing a little. Even now, as a veritable Witch of sex, with a sex-magic-powered Familiar, she was still getting flustered. Maybe it was the way Theodmier was right there, maybe she had been splashed with a droplet or two of holstaur milk. She wasn't sure - but whatever it was, she was getting... hot under the collar. Not too much, but enough to notice.

Theodmier was too busy being flirtatiously insulted by her jab to notice the fact that she was blushing, and he nodded at the garden before them. 'How about a bet?'

'A bet?' Bri asked, clinging onto a change of subject happily.

'You see the door - that's clearly where we want to go next, and yet this all feels far too easy. So, why not make it interesting?'

'First one to the door wins?'

'Sure - but wins what?'

Bri thought about it for a moment. 'We're both Witches. We can summon or enchant whatever we want, given the time and effort.'

'You're saying it's hard to put down a bet with anything more than bragging rights?'

Bri shrugged. 'Why don't we just do it the childish way. Whoever wins, the loser has to be the other's servant for the day.'

Theodmier looked at her. 'Servant? When I was young, we used to say slave.'

Bri swallowed and tried not to blush again. 'Three. Two. One.'

'Go,' they said together, and instantly a flurry of magic whipped up around them. It was a masterclass in magic, in some senses - spells of all kinds being whirled out in moments, only for the other to counter, be countered again, and then have to re-group.

Theodmier didn't bother with speed - he opted to teleport across the space directly in front of the door, and appeared in a puff of smoke; Bri had predicted this, however, and opened a portal under him that only lasted the second it need to for him to drop into it, reappearing in the tunnel behind her. Bri blessed herself with speed, and as she went to run into the room, Theodmier threw a line of ribbon-like magic from his sleeve, which wrapped around her ankle and yanked her down. She landed on her back in the grass and blue flowers, and as the pollen began to rise into the air, all she could think about was creating a near-invisible pane of glass above her. A moment later, a flying Theormier slammed into the glass, laughing as he spiralled down into the ground while Bri righted herself.

She took an inhale of the pollen, and in a moment her ideas started to shift. She stood in the glade and, instead of making for the door, whipped up a whirlwind that blasted out from behind her, directly into Theodmier's face. He toppled backwards, before whipping his hands up, raising the ground itself up around Bri's legs, up to the thigh. She countered by making herself, briefly, incorporeal so she could step out of the mound of dirt and flowers and grass - and also out of her clothing, which fell in a pile around her.

Suddenly naked, her eyes and Theodmier's met, and she watched his eyeline as he glanced down at her breasts, her naked sex, and she felt a warmth come over her. With a note of horror, she realised how wet she was - and that she should have known that was going to happen if she became incorporeal.

Well, maybe she did.

She took Theodmier's hesitation in stride, however, and realised she already knew his weakness - the kind of magic he used required movement. The tentacles had incapacitated him.

So, she made more.

Directly beneath him, Bri summoned a ring of writhing, rippling tentacles, deep purple and slightly slickened, with thick stems and thin, strong arms a few feet long.

'Oh, shi-' he yelled before they grappled him; in moments, they were wrapped around his arms, his legs, crawling into his clothes and circling his body, and one had quickly forced its way into his mouth to the point where Bri could see his eyes watering and his throat bulging.

'Oh, fuck,' Bri said as she walked over. 'You're looking a little stuck, there, Theo.'

'Hmffff,' he groaned, eyes rolling as the tendrils worked into his clothes, and Bri realised he was enjoying it.

Then, she noticed the way his erection was tenting his cloak, thick and hard and rather obvious.

And then, she saw the shifting shape of a tendril come up around his cock, and from within his robes began to do something to him that had him moaning on the spot.

'Oh, wow,' Bri said as she watched, getting more than a little hot under the collar. Her hand, mindlessly, travelled down to her sex, and just as she felt her wetness, she watched Theodmier begin to hump the air, as his clothes began to tear under the strain of the writhing masses trapped within. Breathing hard through his nose, Theodmier inhaled more of that pollen, and Bri started to realise what was going on.

As his clothes bulged and ripped, Bri waved her hand, dispelling the summoned tentacles in a wave of light - releasing the male Witch from his binds.

'I think we-' she began to say, before she saw the look in his eye. A look of wanting to get his own back - and a look of deep, primal lust.

He dove at her, magic swirling around him, creating glowing white chains that immediately went for Bri's limbs. They creaked with immaterial strain as they span round and round each limb, until she was positively immobile - with a chain for each of her naked breasts, and a final one for her throat. Suddenly the vulnerability of being bound was flipped, and Theodmier reviewed her with a smug smile. His eyes slid over her, drinking her in.

'Wow,' he smiled. 'You truly are a fantastic specimen.'

'Never seen tits before?' Bri shot back. 'Unlucky you - you'll never see any this perfect again.'

He walked up to her, their playful fighting paused in his apparent victory, and he brought his hand up to one of her breasts, squeezed in the glowing chain. 'Hmm. Is that so? Better make the most of it.' His cloak was almost falling off him, and Bri caught a glimpse of his now-hard cock poking through. She resisted biting her lip, even as his hand came up and fondled her left breast.

'Hahhn,' she sighed, the light touch sending lightning through her. Theodmier smiled, enjoying the fact that he was able to affect her like this so easily.

'You're sensitive,' he commented.

She looked at him through hooded eyelids as his fingers tweaked her nipple again, before slowly falling down her front, catching on the chains as he went lower, and lower, and lower. His fingertip felt the tickle of her pubic hair, short but soft, and just as he was about to feel just how wet Bri had gotten, she revealed that she wasn't locked into the same limitations he was.

That is to say, she was able to cast certain spells without moving.

She spoke a word in an ancient arcanic language, and Theodmier's eyes went wide as he felt a mind-splitting pulse move through him. In a moment, his concentration didn't just slip - it crumbled, as something that was between pain and confusion and fear overwhelmed him completely.

Bri dropped to the ground, her own spell coming to an end as she decided that magic wasn't going to sort this - so, she just body-tackled him. They rolled, magical chains dissipating still in the air in a whirl as she grabbed him. He hit the grass, coming back to reality, and saw her eyes bearing down on him.

He rolled so he was on top; again, so she was. Again and again, until Bri was looking down at him. Each roll took more of his shredded clothing off him, and the moment they came to a halt they both realised what had happened.

She was on him. His hardness was poking against her inner thigh, less than an inch from her wet slit.

Their eyes connected. His hands found her hips, and she leant in to kiss him.

It wasn't clear which of them was the true culprit, but in seconds it stopped mattering - his length slid into her completely, and they were moaning in the grove, naked and sweating.

Neither of them even noticed that they were right at the base of the door they'd been racing towards.

~o~O~o~

Ellie, Jamie and Kris were a flurry of skin and lips and wetness.

The pollen had impacted them all before they'd even really figured out what was happening, and the fact was that they'd barely escaped the enthrallment of the demons in the previous room. All three of them had been bubbling with sexual nervousness and arousal before they'd taken those breaths of libido-enhancing pollen, landing amongst the blue flowers. As a result, there hadn't even been the presence of mind to question what was happening.

Instead, as Jamie had fallen between Kris and Ellie, the transition into kissing was as easy as breathing. In seconds, Jamie was atop Kris, kissing her neck as she mewled in glee, as Ellie finally got to play properly - she manoeuvred herself between Jamie's thighs, on top of Kris' pelvis, and opened her mouth the accept Jamie's hardening shaft into her mouth.

'Mmmmhh,' she moaned around him as she devoured him, savouring the way he flexed inside her mouth, his precum on her tongue tasting sweet and salty.

'Oh, that's nice,' Jamie groaned between kisses with Kris, who was holding his head as Ellie clambered on her. 'She has a talented tongue...'

'Turn over,' Kris ordered, breathless and moaning. He obeyed - Ellie not letting him go for a second. He landed on his back, with Ellie between his legs as she worshipped his shaft, while Kris shifted, throwing a thigh over his head. 'Show me how talented your tongue is, baby.'

Jamie didn't need to be asked twice - his hands gripped her thighs, pulling her soaked sex down onto his face, moaning into her pussy as he ate her out, while Ellie fellated him for all she was worth.

There was no romance or hesitation - Jamie's hands were grabbing the women's arses, their hips, their breasts, as Kris rode his face. Ellie, after a few minutes of ensuring his cock was hard and wet and ready for her, pulled him out of her throat and straddled him.

'Fuck, I love this cock,' she moaned as she mounted him; he slid into her effortlessly, his thickness invading her body as she groaned, hands on Jamie's chest as he moaned into Kris' sex.

The girls were, now, facing each other, and as Jamie held Kris in place with hands around her thighs, their hands found each other. The two sex-addled women rode him, holding hands, moaning his name and grinding their hips onto him happily - desperately. Like there was nothing else in the world.

'Ride that fucking cock,' Kris moaned as she watched Ellie's hips gyrating on him.

'Fuck that perfect face,' Ellie shot back, grinning. 'Isn't he just perfect?'

'So good,' Kris moaned, and Jamie sucked on her clit. 'Fuck - FUCK! God, he knows just what to do to me...'

'I love this cock,' Ellie muttered, almost to herself. 'I love it, I love it, I love it, love it, love it, love it, love it...'

'Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUUUUUUCK-'

'Loveitloveitloveitloveitloveit I LOVE ITTTT!'

Both the women came on him, screaming in ecstasy as they shuddered on him, before falling towards each other, grinning like idiots.

Jamie moved from beneath the girls, setting Kris to the side, his face slick with her juices, and rolling Ellie onto her side. Rolled onto her left, he lifted her right thigh and positioned his cock at her entrance - devoid of any care anymore.

He needed to cum, and he was going to fuck one of them until it happened. He slid into Ellie, and she moaned into the grass as he began to fuck her - and it was, truly, fucking. His hips slammed into her with each impact, holding her right leg up so her foot was over his shoulder, almost folding the poor girl as he hammered into her.

'Yes-yes-yes-yes-' she panted as she was fucked by this sex-magic-powered beast of a man, who was losing himself in the physical act; her eyes were full of adoration and gratitude, whilst his were full of purpose. A purpose that soon came to Ellie's lips as they found the same wavelength, the same need bubbling inside them. 'Fuck! Yes, Jamie, baby fuck me - fucking take me - fucking breed me! Oh, fuck yes - breed me, Jamie - put a fucking cub in me - make me cum while you breed me - breed me - BREED ME!'

She came hard, eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through her mind and body, leaving her a whimpering mass of flesh; she rolled, and Jamie slid out of her before he was able to join her in cresting over the edge.

Stepping over her, Kris saw an opportunity. Before Jamie had an opportunity to slide himself back into Ellie's gaping, twitching hole, Kris presented herself to him.

'I've missed you,' she said, a little breathless. 'I don't really care about Bri - about any of it. I'm just jealous because I like you, Jamie. I want you. And I want you to want me.'

Jamie looked up at her, his cock throbbing, harder than it had ever been, dripping with Ellie's juices. 'I'll never be a one-woman situation,' he said, a sovereign just a little. 'That's just who I am now. Things like this - they happen. There will always be a Bri, or an Ellie. Or a Rosie. Some other girl I'll be fucking until they can't think. Can you handle that?'

Kris looked at him, at his eyes, and then down to his cock. 'I can handle it.'

'Do you think you can handle me?' Jamie asked, standing. As he did, something seemed to shift - he was a little taller than usual. Horns began to sprout from his forehead, small and rounded at first, but quickly sharpening. Kris had seen a version of this, the last time she'd spent time with him - with Rosie, in her flat. But it hadn't been like this. She watched, eyes open, as Jamie transformed, his skin darkening in patches all over him, like a reverse case of vitiligo, turning him a deep purple bit by bit. His cock was one of the first parts of him to change hue, and Kris watched as the already monstrous member seemed to grow angrier, impatient at the fact it wasn't already deep inside her. From his back, Jamie grew two leathery bat-like wings that spread out, intimidating and impressive and, in a sick way, regal.

He looked demonic, and powerful.

Jamie took a deep breath, like one would after a particularly satisfying stretch, and as he did he felt himself take in more of the pollen - and this time, he was able to recognise it. Or, at least, recognise something in it. Some of the magic seemed to sing with this new side of him. He felt the aphrodisiac blossom inside him, and now he could almost see it - the same way he could see the arousal of others, their kinks and their turn-ons, like a living thing moving into him. It was pushing him towards that side of him, pulling him towards the Demonic power inside him. He wasn't a Demon himself, of course, but that aspect of the demonic that had turned him into Bri's Familiar was made from the same stuff, and it liked this pollen. It liked what it was doing to him. It was harder and harder for Jamie to deny it - and he wasn't sure he even wanted to. It felt good to give in. To change more. To embrace the change.

He knew he was giving in, in some way. Maybe even 'losing' some fight he was only half-aware of. He didn't care. He just looked down at Kris, whose eyes were wide with lust, cheeks flushed, breathing the same pollen as him.

'I want to find out,' Kris said, her voice a little hoarse. 'If I can handle you. More than anything. Even if it all goes wrong, and I go crazy from jealousy... I want to try.'

Jamie flashed a smile, and the demonic side of him seemed to give way a little - the horns were just as sharp, and the wings were just as demonic, but there was Jamie underneath, coming through, like a shine of daylight under a shut door. He held out a hand, and Kris took it.

He pulled her in, and his cock slipped between her thighs as he brought her in for a passionate, intense kiss that took her breath away. His tongue, long and forked, snaked into her mouth and wrapped around her own tongue as his hands found her rump, and thoughtlessly they both started to grind - he wasn't even inside her, but she could feel the thick ridges and veins of his cock dragged against her clit, her sex already slick with her own arousal now mixing with Jamie's pre-cum and the wetness left on him by Ellie. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, her hands on his back and around his neck, holding onto him as he fucked her thighs, softly but with an unmistakable intent.

'I can never be just yours,' Jamie groaned, almost growled, with his hands on Kris' cheeks and his cock thrusting against her slick folds. 'But you could be mine.'

Kris was panting, hands on Jamie's chest as she looked up at him, eyes wide and mouth open. 'If I say yes,' she gasped, before having to start again as the base of his cock hit her clit. 'I-if I say yes, will you fuck me?' She trailed her hands up to his face, pulling him into a kiss. He groaned into it, their pelvises meeting with each thrust, their bodies meeting without penetrating. It was maddening, and yet neither of them was capable of stopping. They were completely locked in, now, and the only way either of them was going to even think about stopping was if it was to do something more.

'Say yes,' Jamie said into her ear. 'Be mine - and then I'll think about fucking you.'

Kris nodded, and kissed him again. 'I'm yours. I give myself to you. And- and- fuck, this feels so good, Jamie... I'll let you fuck other women. I even kind of... like it. With Rosie, and now - with Ellie - I like watching you fuck them so good they can't think. I like it when you fuck me like that, too...'

'But not just you?' Jamie asked, stopping thrusting for a moment.

Kris swallowed. 'Not just me.'

'Prove it,' he said, as Kris ground her sex into his shaft. 'Go and get Ellie ready for me again - and watch me fuck her.'

Kris looked up at him. 'R-really?'

'It's not a punishment,' he said. 'And if you're good, I will reward you.' Fuck, it felt good to him to be like this - to see Kris, who he had lusted after for so long, look up at him with pleading eyes, grinding her weeping cunt into him, begging to be fucked. The satisfaction was perhaps a little cruel - but he couldn't help it. It felt good. After all, how much was Kris loving it? She was slipping into madness as he played with her, toyed with her - it felt incredible. He could feel her pleasure, the way she moaned and panted feeding him, some part of him that was dark and feral, and yet wanted the same thing as the kind part of Jamie. For Kris to be happy. It just had a more... primal way to achieve that goal. Whatever voice Jamie might have had in his head promoting care or restraint was being happily silenced by the pollen - the aphrodisiac that coursed through him, fuelling the Demon that sat inside him.

He had the power and the privilege to pleasure Kris to the point of madness, and he would take it - even if it was tinged with sadism.

Kris stepped back, her thighs sticking to his cock a little as she moved, and went to Ellie. The young vixen had started to recover from her mind-wiping orgasm, and as Kris came over to her, she let herself be pulled over to Jamie.

Jamie stood in place, watching Kris put Ellie before him, pulling Ellie's hips up and pushing her back into Jamie. Ellie's rump pushed into him, and Jamie groaned with satisfaction as Ellie rolled her hips.

'Kris,' he said, and Kris hopped over, happy to serve. 'Put me inside her.'

Kris was panting, her chest tight and her mind reeling as she grasped Jamie's thickness in her fist, unable to close her fist around him, and lined up the deep-purple head of his cock with Ellie's sweet pussy.

'Mmmmfh yesss,' Ellie purred.

Kris moaned too, as she applied pressure, and watched the man she adored slide into a near stranger, stretching her open. Because she had agreed to it.

'You like that?' Jamie asked Ellie, while his eyes held Kris' gaze, his purpling skin taking her back to how he was with Rosie. She saw his horns, and his wings, and every part of Kris' body wished that he was inside her instead. And, even though he had asked Ellie if she liked it, she found herself nodding to him. Accepting what was happening as she felt her wetness grow, her need and excitement bubbling over.

'I fucking love it,' Ellie moaned, her voice cracking with an indulgent moan, back arching as she took him. 'I love your thick fucking cock,' she moaned.

'What was it you were saying earlier,' Jamie said, feigning thinking as he held Ellie's hips, slowing his thrusts a little.

'Nonononono,' Ellie whimpered. 'I... I don't know - can't think... fuck...'

'Breed me,' Kris said.

Jamie's eyes snapped to her. 'Oh?'

'She said 'Breed me',' Kris repeated.

Jamie's eyes glimmered. He sped up, and Kris watched his pummelling, inhumanly fast fucking turn Ellie out - paf-paf-paf-paf-paf. 'And should I?'

'FUCK, YESSS,' Ellie screamed, the first orgasm of this new tryst crashing over her. As she shuddered and roiled and came hard, Jamie didn't let up. He barely broke stride.

'Should I?' Jamie asked again, his eyes on Kris.

'I-' Kris stammered.

'Because she'll never stop asking,' Jamie said. His powerful thighs were smashing his thick, gorgeous cock into Ellie's poor abused hole, each impact reverberating around the room.

Pafpafpafpafpafpaf.

'Pleeeeeease,' Ellie moaned, still standing in place a she was fucked from behind, Jamie holding her in place with powerful hands, her whole body bouncing with each meeting of meat. 'I need it - need it need it - need it please please please please!'

'She wants me to breed her,' Jamie said, his voice level. He and Kris hadn't broken eye contact, and even though it was Ellie bouncing on his cock, Kris felt an impossible intimacy with him in that moment. A new level of understanding. He was, in a way, inviting her into his world. 'She wants me to fill her sweet, pummelled cunt with my cum. And she won't be the only one - you know that, Kris? She won't be the last - not by a long shot. I've barely had any time like this, but I can tell you right now that this will be the rest of my life. I will meet beautiful women, and they will beg me to fuck them. Beg me to breed them-'

'-PLEEAASSE!' Ellie screamed, punctuating his point. Jamie grinned.

'And maybe I will. Maybe I'll just fuck them until they can't think, or until I'm done with them.' His head cocked to the side. 'Could you handle that?'

Kris swallowed. She wasn't sure.

Pappappappappappap-

'Picture it,' he said. 'Picture her swollen belly, heavy with my child.'

'OughhhhhHHHH,' Ellie whined, cumming again as she pictured it too.

'Kris,' Jamie said, solidifying the connection they shared. 'Picture her - pregnant. Tits swollen with milk. Still begging for my cock, cumming on me as she carried my children. Could you handle that? Could you handle being a part of it?'

Ellie was almost insane; her eyes had rolled back, and her moans had levelled out into one scratch-throated moan. Kris watched her cum, and cum, and cum, and she realised something.

She had never been more turned on in her life.

The idea of Jamie impregnating other women, claiming them as his, should have upset her. Should have made her territorial and angry. Instead, she just felt a cocktail of emotions. The feeling she got as she watched Ellie moan, and Jamie's hands find her hips, fucking the girl standing up in front of her, was... intense. Unlike anything else she'd felt before.

Humiliating.

Upsetting.

Arousing.

Addictive.

She realised, as Jamie's eyes burned into hers, that she was feeling something she would be chasing for the rest of her life.

'Tell me to breed her,' Jamie said, a devious smile on his face.

'Breed me, breed me, breed me, brEED ME!' Ellie panted, begging for him to cross that boundary.

'Tell me to cum inside her,' Jamie said. 'Then, we can be together. Never just us, but you will be mine, Kris.'

She swallowed, stepping back a little. She was soaked, and felt like she was toeing the edge of her own orgasm. She steeled herself, leaning in. After all - she wanted this. She wanted to cum - she wanted Jamie to cum. She wanted the pleasure, and the relationship, and the sex, and the man.

'Cum in her,' Kris said. 'Breed that slutty little bitch.'

'Yeeesssss,' Ellie groaned.

'Put a fucking baby in her,' Kris said, rounding her to stand behind Jamie, her hand on his butt, another on his chin, bringing him down to kiss her.

As his tongue slid into Kris' mouth, Jamie planted himself home deep inside Ellie's ruined hole, and... let go.

'Oh, GOOOOOOODD!' Ellie screamed, as she came - and came - and came. He pumped enough cum into her for her belly to bloat a little, as she felt herself be filled with his warmth; thick, hot cum poured from her, down her thighs and mixing with the grass as he filled her.

Jamie's mouth stayed on Kris' the entire time, even as he filled Ellie's beaten cunt with his seed, pulse after pulse emptying him into her. The kiss ended, and Kris and Jamie just stared into each other's eyes for a moment as he bred the wolf-girl. As his gaze bore down on her, his cum filling someone else, Kris had the strangest, least predictable orgasm of her life. It came on from within, surprising her, making her stumble and gasp, falling as her legs buckled, knees giving out.

Jamie's attention had been on Kris, and he saw her body give in as this orgasm took her. He moved quickly, body fuelled by the sex and lust. He slipped from Ellie, who dropped to the ground, her body leaking cum in volumes she had never experienced before. She gargled and laughed, head empty and cunt filled.

Jamie's arm caught Kris' exhausted frame and she leaned into him, eyes fluttering as he moved, his back taking her weight by hitting the wall behind him.

No - not the wall. That door they'd forgotten about.

As his skin contacted it to stay upright, Kris whimpering as the orgasm tore through her, they ignored the fact that a triangular rune on the wood began to glow - a deep blue, to match the flowers of the glade.

~o~O~o~

Catherine was... pinned. In the few minutes since she'd felt Vince pumping hot, thick cum into her pummelled, beaten pussy, she had learned something new about werewolves. They were, when it came to mating, beings of opportunity. Surprisingly, a creature that only exists by way of the moon once a month doesn't get too many chances to meet up with another of its kind, in wolven guise, and mate well enough to sire offspring. It wasn't unheard of, and Catherine's orgasm-dripping mind dimly remembered learning of the complexities of full-blood lupine beings - but that wasn't what had happened here, necessarily. Vince wasn't under the impression that he was breeding her - not biologically speaking, anyway. The primary way a werewolf breeds outside of wolf-to-wolf intercourse was, of course, through biting. What was happening here was... unusual.

However, the rut that he had been sent into by way of the effect of these flowers had activated whatever part of Vince that was in charge of that kind of breeding - and that part of him was expecting this to be a once-a-month pleasure. As such, he was biologically predisposed to make the most of it.

Because of this, despite filling her to the point where she felt bloated with hot, thick wolf-cum, Vinces cock was still rock hard inside her. The thick orb of his knot was lodged inside her channel, her poor sex stretched by the monster's length, his girth making her ache too much to get used to him, with his cum constantly pumping into her in heavy throbs.

'Nnnrg,' Vince panted above her, his claws in the dirt over her shoulders as he came, over and over. Her own orgasms had been rolling over her, brain too addled to fight them, and the feeling of Vince's strong form dominating her had been unlike anything she'd felt before. Even when Tristan had used magic to shape his own cock into any myriad of magical creature's phallus, it had always been Tristan. Even the few times he allowed her to fully shape-shift him into some kind of beast for sex, it was always him underneath - a man who she trusted, and believed had her pleasure in mind.

Vince was not that.

Right now, he was not a man - he was a beast.

He didn't care about her pleasure, fucking her for his pleasure.

He wouldn't stop until he was done. Until he was sated.

And thinking about that made Catherine cum again. 'Mmmffuuuuck,' she groaned into the dirt as she rolled her hips, feeling how her lips had closed around the stem of his cock, the bulb of his knot inside her thick and unyielding, and his long shaft spearing her so deep it felt like she might never be quite the same shape again.

Through watering eyes and a hazy mind, Catherine looked up at the beast above her. He was panting, and she could see his tongue and teeth - easily strong enough to rip her apart. Fuck, the thought of that made her pussy flex, and the beast groaned at the sensation of her squeezing him.

She was so small under him, and she knew she wasn't going anywhere. She was nothing to him but a hole, and it was incredible. She hadn't cum this primally, so many times in a row, for years - and the only thing that was bouncing around her fucked-empty head was the fact that her head was so empty. She was a genius, a tactician and a wielder of high magic. To be reduced to nothing but a cock pocket was...

It was everything.

At least, right now it was.

Even so, when she looked up, she saw the doorway - brown and hard, wooden. So different from everything else. As she was watching, half-thinking, one of the runes on the door began to glow - a deep blue triangle. She could see that it was matched with two others, creating an overlapping shape.

The shaking, throbbing cock inside her wouldn't let her move, so she had no chance to touch it, and yet something in her mind told her she needed to. That touching the door was what she was supposed to do.

No - that was wrong.

She was supposed to kneel her, in the dirt, and concentrate on the way that Vince's throbbing cock held her against his furred pelvis, filling her. She was supposed to withstand the beast's lust, enduring the unending orgasms and aching limbs.

Still, some part of her encouraged her to reach forwards, to lift her hand towards the door.

'Heh,' Vince chuckled above her, and she felt his movement shudder through his cock, shifting her entire abdomen in a way that made her whimper. He shifted, and Catherine felt his claw on the back of her head; his taloned digits threaded into her hair, and he closed his hand into a fist, turning her dirty-blonde hair into a leash with which he lifted her, head first. At the same time, Vince stood, and Catherine groaned with one hand outstretched towards the door, pathetically unable to get anywhere near close enough.

His other paw closed around her stomach, and she felt her poor body as she was pinned in two ways. His chest against her back squeezed her rear, hell - even her spine against him, pinned by the thick cock impaling her. On the other side of that impaling, her organs and abdomen were between the cock and Vince's hand as he held her. She was caught, inside and out at the same time, at the complete mercy of Vince's whims.

It became clear, however, what his whims were quite quickly. She could feel some of the pressure lessening inside her, and the feeling of cum drooling down her thighs to her dangling feet was getting thicker and heavier. His knot was deflating, and as it did, Vince manoeuvred Catherine so she was aloft; when his cock became thin and soft enough to slip out of her, it was followed by an absolute gush of hot, thick cum. It poured from her, and she shuddered with the sensation of the evacuation, a small orgasm making her whimper against Vince's chest, holding on for dear life to his forearm around her chest.

'Gooooddddd,' she moaned, eyes shut and body shaking, as Vince took a few steps. She heard him breathing in deep, measured breaths, and knew that the pollen would reach him again - this was only round one. She knew she was in his grasp and that there was no way for her to escape.

Well, that wasn't true - she had her magic. She could run, hide, teleport away, or maybe send Vince to another dimension for a minute or so.

But she wasn't going to.

She was going to be held in place as Vince's cock became hard again. She was going to whimper as the shaft slid against her gaping hole, blindly humping at her body to try and find its way inside her body again. She was going to be pressed against the wall as he readied her to take his monstrous cock again.

Not - not a wall.

The door.

He was pressing her face and tits against the wooden door as he pulled his hips back, aligning himself with her hole, the tip slipping too easily into her as he took another deep breath. She could feel the scratch of the old wood against her soft skin. Most surprisingly, however, was when the carved rune against her left breast began to glow, matching the one that was already alight.

Catherine was about to start thinking about what might get the third and final triangle to join, but that was right about the time that Vince slammed himself completely into her, and Catherine screamed in unbridled pleasure as the two of them fell back into a mindless, animalistic rut.

~o~O~o~

Two triangles out of three were aglow.

Theodmier and Bri had noticed, perhaps, at some point - but their minds were fully elsewhere by now. Theodmier's mind, for example, was filled with lustful notes about Bri's body - about the way her breasts bounced perfectly with each of his thrusts, the way her nipples were hard and perfect for suckling, the way she whimpered when he nibbled on her neck, or kissed her lips, the way her cunt stretched for him and gripped him like no lover he had taken before, the way her body rippled and moved against him, under him, over him, around him. He was by no means a virgin, but Bri was rewriting what he understood sex to be - not simply romantic or for procreation, as was the norm back home; nor was this mindless, selfish fucking that he had experienced once leaving home a few times. This was the best of both - their bodies were focused on pleasure, but their minds were alight, rather than dulled with alcohol, or cowed by unfamiliarity. Sure, he had only met Bri today, but neither of them seemed to be holding back what they wanted.

This was honest, frenetic and great sex.

Bri's mind, of course, was somewhere slightly different. She was thinking about Theodmier's body, the way he felt inside her at the apex of each thrust, how he was skinnier than guys she'd been with before, the way his cock was slightly bent in the middle - not that it was much of a complaint, his girth was enough to make her moan, and the way the fat head squeezed into her was heavenly.

'Fuck - fuck!' Bri moaned, her body locking up as he fucked her through an orgasm, the pleasurer ripping through her as she shuddered atop him, a massive smile on her face. 'Oh, yessss, that was good...'

Bri looked down at him, at the concentration in his face as his eyes locked onto her breasts. She was thinking about the way this stranger had now brought her to a few orgasms, and she was ready to gift him the same back - to make him cum hard. She'd discovered, through their tryst together, that he was something of a submissive. Not completely, and she was unsure he even really knew that he seemed to prefer that role, but when she took charge, he reacted strongly. He would moan louder when she was on top, when she kissed him first, when she grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the ground, blue flowers all around them.

She decided, then, that she was going to finish this off by doing something she'd only partially explored with Jamie. She was going to dominate this elvish Witch, and have him shaking by the time she was done with him.

'Here,' she told him, as she leant over him, her breasts in his face bouncing as she rode him. 'Do you want me to make you cum?'

He nodded - he was desperate. 'Oh, yes...'

'Good,' she said, standing. She slipped off him, and he groaned in frustration.

'But-'

'Roll over,' she told him.

He frowned but, predictably, did as he was told. When they had been sparring with magic, he'd put up a good fight - he was a strong arcanist. In bed, though, Bri knew she had him beat. She just didn't think he was very upset about it.

And why would he be?

Theodmier rolled so he was lying on the ground, face-down, his pert butt looking up at him. He had, Bri thought, something of a nice butt. Surprisingly pert, and utterly spankable. She smiled, and cast a small spell - one that Theodmier immediately recognised.

'Did you just... clean me?'

'Up on your knees,' she said, settling in behind him as he obeyed. She had cleaned him - inside and out. Just a little politeness, she decided, as a gift to herself. After all, this was the first time she was doing anything like this.

He rose up onto knees and elbows, that pert little butt just asking for attention, his still-hard cock dangling down between his thighs, balls heavy and full and begging for release.

Bri licked her lips, and kissed his left cheek.

'Oh!' Theodmier chirped. Then, as Bri kissed a little further in, getting closer to his virgin hole, tight and clenching in anticipation, her soft hand closed around his shaft. 'Oohhh...'

Bri's kiss couldn't go any deeper, so she pulled back, softly stroking him in one hand. 'Open yourself - lie on your face.'

Theodmier obeyed, totally in it, now. He moved so his face was in the dirt, and reached back to pull himself open for her. Bri didn't waste a second - she leant in, and kissed his puckered ring.

'Ahn!'

Bri smiled to herself, closed her other hand around Theodmier's balls to massage them softly, and went in for another kiss.

This kiss had tongue, and as she slid into his hole, she felt the Witch tense up with a moan that was downright pornographic.

'HAHhhhhhn!'

It sent a shiver through Bri that merely egged her on; she kept massaging his heavy, full balls in one hand while she stroked him, base-to-tip, slowly at first but gathering speed as she continued to tongue-fuck this man's tight hole.

'You like that?' she asked between slobbering kisses.

'Uh-huhhhhh,' the Witch moaned, feeling his orgasm building quickly now. He was still holding his cheeks open, moaning into the grass like a whore as Bri stroked him faster, squeezed his balls a little tighter, and cast a final spell.

Theodmier felt Bri's tongue suddenly stretch, becoming long and strong enough not only to break into him, but to delve deep into his poor virginal guts. The sensation of the sudden stretch, the wet, squirming invasion of her tongue into him sent him over the edge.

'Oh fuck - oh FUCK!' His orgasm blasted out of him, all over Bri's hand and sprayed into the dirt under them, pulse after pulse.

Bri moaned as she felt him clenching around her magically-enhanced tongue, his muscles squeezing and pushing even as she rolled her tongue against this man's prostate. He mewled, and a new vigour came from him, extending his orgasm just a bit longer, while Bri's hand focused solely on the head of his cock, sliding under his foreskin using his own cum as lube, teasing him in this overstimulated state - between the prostate and his cockhead being massaged, he didn't stand a chance.

He came - again - and it was no less thick and hot as the last one, though perhaps lasted a few spurts fewer as his cum dripped off Bri's palm.

She pulled her tongue out of him and grinned. 'Good boy,' she hummed, before kissing his cheek. He finally let go of himself as Bri released his cock and balls, and Theodmier slumped to the ground.

Up above him, she saw the door - now with two magically-lit triangles. Her mind was clear enough after milking Theodmier that there was an obvious goal presented here, and she even remembered that this was what the original challenge had been between them.

So, she stepped over the shuddering Witch and placed her hand against the wood. The third triangle glowed blue, and the door opened. The moment it did, it was followed by two things: one, a sudden wave of powerful magic washed across them, coming out from behind the door. Bri knew it immediately - it was a dispelling of magic. Her tongue was back to normal immediately, and that haze of arousal slipped away in an instant. Second, there was a great rush of wind that travelled out from behind the door, and all of the pollen that had filled the room was dispersed, shooting high up into the chamber and away, where it would never impact them again.

Once it was over, Bri and Theodmier stood together at the mouth of the open door. Theodmier was still slightly overcome by what had been done to him, but Bri had one thing on her mind.

Was everyone safe?

~o~O~o~

Suddenly, the third triangle came to life, and a wash of magic seemed to balloon out from nowhere, accompanied by a great thrust of wind. The pollen was sucked away, and Jamie felt his body returning to normal as the magical arousal it had caused in him, in all three of them, dissipated in a moment.

'Are you alright?' he asked Kris and Ellie as the three of them extricated themselves from their salacious threesome. 'You're not hurt? I didn't do anything to hurt you, did I?' Jamie's voice shook a little, and despite their sex-adled minds, the women noticed that he seemed genuinely a little frightened of what had happened here.

Jamie took a step back, wiping his face to clear away the sweat - and other juices. He had done this to them. Sure - the pollen had impacted all of this, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that all it had really done was wake up a part of him that had been sleeping. Slumbering, just beneath the surface, ready to pounce. It had done so with Rosie, when Jamie had taken her for hours despite knowing she was in a relationship. Or, with Veronica, tapping into some dominant part of him that he'd never felt in himself before. It was starting to worry him, how easily he could slip into this other 'persona', and he made a mental note to ask Bri about it.

They took a moment to review themselves and each other, before noting at last the now-open door, inviting them inside.

Jamie took a step forward, keeping the women behind him, and pushed the door open first to head inside.

~o~O~o~

As the magic enveloped them, an instant change took place - Vince the werewolf became Vince the man.

Of course, he hadn't been cured - that wasn't possible. No, it was clear to Catherine that the luproot that had triggered this change had been magically inerted, cleaned from his system in an instant.

A tunnel of air pulled away the pollen, and as their minds cleared and Vince dropped Catherine to the floor, tears in his eyes, they recognised what had happened.

'Don't blame yourself,' Catherine said, immediately closing the gap between them. 'Vince - I do not blame you.'

The man looked horrified with himself, and tried to pull away from her, but Catherine held tight.

'Neither of us could have fought that. And, for the record, your Paige is a very lucky woman.'

Despite himself, Vincent laughed, and looked down at Catherine with a complicated look in his eye. 'I haven't... been with another woman than Paige in... years. And never as the wolf.'

Catherine nodded. 'I'm sorry it happened like that, Vince, I truly am. But don't be upset on my part - we were both affected by some sex-crazing magic. I say, lets go through that door and find out who the fuck did it to us.'

Steeled by her words, Vince nodded and, cupping his manhood in one hand for modesty, followed her through the door.

~o~O~o~

Three doors were open.

As the wind settled down, seven people walked into the central room through three doors, which dotted the southern wall of what seemed to be a fairly small chamber. Bri and Theodmier emerged from the right-most door, Jamie, Ellie and Kris from the left, and Catherine and Vince from the centre. Every single one of them was naked, and sheepish half-embarrassed looks were shared around the group as they all realised what was happening. That all of them had gone through the same thing. All of them had been ravished, or had ravished another one of the group; all of them had cum, multiple times, and the slick and sticky states of their bodies was undeniable. This group had, at one point, looked like something of an adventuring party, the kind that might make a habit of delving down into dangerous locals such as this - but now, it was more like the aftermath of some shameful orgy.

Eyes made contact and then flitted away; hands covered chests and genitals; cheeks blushed heavily. Only after a moment did Catherine's voice break through the silence.

'Wait - where are Tristan and Paige?'

As though in response, a magical portal opened for a moment in the middle of the room, illuminating the dark space for a moment, and out of it dropped the Mimic. It slammed into the ground, apparently dead, and as the mouth lolled open, out rolled the truly fucked-stupid forms of Tristan and Paige slopped out in a slurry of cum, Holstaur milk and Mimic saliva.

'Congratulations, participants! Adventurers!'

Everyone but Paige and Tristan reacted with a strong wariness - Bri and Catherine immediately crackled up some energy in their hands, and the room began to glow with enough light to make the speaker visible.

Before them stood a figure in a robe, regal and purple, elegant and intricately decorated with silver filigree - all of her slightly translucent. Her head was gaunt, almost skull-like, and it was hard for Bri to make out many details but for a wide, thin-lipped smile.

'Who the fuck is that?!'

It was Vince who'd spoken, but his words could have been anyone's.

Bri was the one to answer. 'I think this is the one who built this place.'

The spectral figure's gaze turned to her. 'Correct! My winners, you have successfully completed the trials I put before you - you bested my tendrils, survived my captured Demons, bypassed my traps and willed your way past the gardens. Many have attempted this dungeon before - and all have failed. Congratulations. From your performances, I am willing to give five rewards, to the following.' Then, her voice seemed to shift, and Bri felt the faint buzz of magic surveying her - learning her name. 'BRI!' she shouted, her voice reverberating around this chamber. 'JAMIE! ELLIE! CATHERINE! VINCENT!'

The notable non-winners were Paige and Tristan - presumably because they were trapped by the Mimic - Theodmier - because he was trapped by those original tendrils - and Kris. it wasn't entirely clear why, though Bri wondered if it was because she wasn't a part of the group in the first place - she was an unintended addition to the adventuring group. Interesting that this spectre seemed to know that.

As this happened, Paige and Tristan seemed to be coming round, the magic and milk wearing off a little as they roused, sitting up. Ellie and Vince went to Paige, helping the dripping werewolf stand up a little and get onto shaky legs. She held her family by the shoulders, knees weak, and looked up at the spectre.

'O-okay,' she said, a little out of it.

Catherine helped Tristan up, and he shared a quick glance with Paige before letting Catherine take his weight.

The spectre floated up past Bri, who was still trying to make sense of all of this, and went to Vince - the last person on his list.

'To you - a vial that will cure your affliction, as well as that of your love.' Her ghostly eyes landed on Paige, still shaky and a little out of it, but understanding his words.

'R-really?' Vince asked, holding his hand out as the spectral mage whipped her hand around and summoned out of thin air a large glass vial full of swirling milky liquid. It fell into Vince's hand, and he looked down at it with reverence and gratitude. 'Thank you.'

'You earned it, buddy,' the spectre said with an odd levity. She moved to Catherine next, and despite being naked and quite conspicuously dripping Werewolf cum down her inner thighs, she stood with her typical posture, tall and straight and poised. 'Catherine Oliver - I gift to you a rare, magically-tamed creature's loyalty and servitude.' Then, she stepped aside and revealed the Mimic. With a wave of her hand, it cracked and creaked a few times, its fake-wooden walls repairing as whatever the teleportation had done to it was undone. It sprung to life, and immediately moved on small metal feet, running round to hide behind Catherine. It settled down and immediately seemed to be nothing more than a simple chest. Tristan eyed it carefully.

'Ellie!' the spectre called, shifting over to her. 'Another vial - this one is just for you - to cure that emergent little affliction recently passed to you - only, yours is a little different.' She leaned in, and in a magical whisper only Ellie would hear, told her, 'Cures the wolf - keeps the heat.'

She leant back, and without offering her another glance, moved on, while Ellie tried to hide the new blush in her cheeks.

The spectral mage moved on to Jamie, who was still standing with Kris. She stood a little straighter as the mage approached him, finding his eye. 'A little enhancement, eh?' The mage nudged him - or tried to, her elbow passed through Jamie's shoulder. Then, she passed the Familiar another elixir in a vial, thin and oily, and moved on to his final winner.

Bri watched her with a suspicious eye - she wasn't completely convinced by any of this. She had heard that a great, powerful mage had set up this dungeon, and they'd heard at the base of it were treasures, sure, but this was... unorthodox. Typically, from what she'd read about in adventuring reports and the newspapers and such, that meant actual treasures - gold and jewellery, weapons. To find a being down here, magically gifting out things like this - and calling people 'winners'? It seemed... strange. Her mind, however, turned to the vision they had seen at the very beginning of this dungeon, on the door outside - words about the triangles, and that those who got through the challenges would be rewarded.

This whole fucking thing, she remembed, was a game.

And... they had won it. That felt good, at least.

'The Witch of Mirbeck,' the spectre said, whirling her hands. 'I think, for you, I have only one appropriate gift. As the one who led a group through this dungeon, led your peers and your friends - citizens, too - you are to be rewarded. To you, I gift my Tome. The Tome of a Wizard, it can only be opened by you, the one with the skill and worth and temperament. An heir to knowledge is an incredible thing to be. Do you understand?'

Bri watched her carefully turn her hands, and in her grip suddenly was just as she had described - a tome. A Wizard's book, heavy with secrets, pages rough-edged and browned, the cover a deep maroon and bound with leather in scraps and patches that looked like it was the result of decades - centuries of work and repairs.

'Take it,' the spectre said, holding it out. 'Maybe wait until you're somewhere safe before you read it, though. Yes?'

Bri nodded, taking it. 'I'm confused, though - who are you?'

She smiled. 'Ah-ah! No questions, I'm afraid. Just know that this place has now served its purpose - to find somewhere for that-' she tapped the book. '-to live.'

She flitted to his original spot, away from the group, and opened her arms wide. Her purple and silver robe looked incredible, and seemed to shine in the din.

'Ta-ta.'

She clapped his boney hands, and another wave of deep blue magic exploded from her in another bubble and-

~o~O~o~

Bri was in the forest. The clearing, where the entrance to the dungeon had been - though now, there was no doorway, no tendrils, no chamber. Just rock and tree and vine.

She was dressed, she realised - in the same clothes she'd been wearing at the start of all of this, and in her hands, in the same position as she'd been in the cave, she was holding the Tome.

Around her, the group was the same - dressed, those who'd been given some reward still holding it.

'Powerful magic,' Catherine said with a sigh. She turned to the group, and then to Bri. 'What's the plan?'

Bri looked down at the heavy book in her hand, and then up at the group waiting to hear her words.

'Let's head home,' she said. 'Catherine, Tristan - we can teleport back to the town gates, yes?'

Together, the Witches started their ritual. The Werewolves rejoiced, saving their elixirs for when they were home, safe. Jamie helped Bri, holding the Tome for her while she summoned her magic.

Not one of them spoke about the trials inside that dungeon. They didn't speak about the lust they had felt, or how good the sex had been, or how they each had new intimate understandings for at least someone in the group's body. How they sounded when they were begging for pleasure. What their faces looked like when they came.

Theodmier took his leave, nodding to Bri on his way out - a silent recognition of their shared experience. He was another Witch, after all, and now he knew where Bri was if he ever needed someone's support or help. Or, you know, for any other reason.

The magic whirled, and Bri took her friends home, away from the forest, back to Mirbeck. The group, in a swirl of colour and wind, was on the outskirts of the town, a minute's walk from the main gate.

It was a strange experience for all of them, having gone through what they had. The conversations started up again, slowly. Vince, Paige and Ellie discussed the potions they'd been given, and didn't say a word about anything that had happened in the gardens as they began to walk away from the town centre, back towards whatever camp they had set up. Catherine and Tristan spoke about the magic at work, quietly talking about the Mage, and the Tome, as they walked towards the tower - being loyally followed by the shambling chest-shaped Mimic that had been given to them. Bri was focused on the book itself, and let her feet start to take her home, but Jamie didn't follow.

Instead, he felt a hand on his shirt, and Kris dragged him away from his Mistress.

'You owe me,' she whispered into his ear. 'I... I still haven't... had you.'

Jamie looked at her, a little shocked, but didn't argue, and let her drag him back towards her flat, a spring in both their steps.

~o~O~o~

Once they were clear, and he was alone, Theodmier began to walk. He walked until he found a small river with some stones smooth enough for them to hold runes clearly. He drew with chalk, quickly and efficiently, and let the magic flow through him warmly.

Before him, in the water, a figure began to emerge - female, and familiar to him. She grew from the earth and water and dirt, a manifestation for them to communicate through. Quickly, her features cleared, and Theodmier knew he could speak, and he would be heard.

'The Tome was recovered, but not by me,' he said quickly. 'But I know where it is, and who has it. I can get it - quietly.'

The figure's head turned slightly, and though her mouth didn't move, he heard her words.

If you do not, we shall arrange... less subtle means of recovery.

'I understand,' he said, nodding his head. 'Mistress, I will not fail you.'

Again, she noted.

Theodmier nodded quickly. 'Yes - again. Sorry, Mistress.'

Without warning, the water and earth crashed down, becoming nothing again, and the connection was broken. Theodmier washed the chalk from the rocks with the stream water, and then he walked away.