Chapter 8 - Flint and Flames

Zeke rounded the last ward, something that muffled the air and made it feel like he was choking on wet ass. He didn't like the old bastard's magic. It felt wrong. He'd lived near druids whose magicks felt like warm summer breezes, he'd traveled with bards who sang music out of the air.

The old fuck forced magic like a snapping twig and a cracking rock. It didn't feel right. He wasn't a mage and he knew that. He wasn't about to let Beatrix stick with him. Not if he could help it. He stepped over a threshould and sound returned to his ears. What he heard was, well, surprising.

There was moaning and groaning, both feminine and masculine in tone. He saw Betty first, surrounded by some of the other girls, who were nursing on her, bold and brazen and brighter than he'd ever seen them. That almost surprised him, then he saw a familiar pair of wings. The Dragon-guy, who Rigo was supposed to have knocked into next year. Still alive, and very much fucking one of the goo golems, the cheesecake milf. She was riding him like a bucking bronco, her body flowing and falling with each rise he sent up into her.

"Come on, Raen! You can do better than that!" She called out in some kind of drawl that reminded Zeke of the farm life. Beside the scene, Zeke saw Beatrix, her skin deep yellow with her tan streaks restored. She looked healthy, vibrent. Zeke eased over and took a seat beside her, she was transfixed on the sex in front of her.

"Hey, Bee." Zeke whispered into her ear. The noise shook her out of it, but she kept her eyes on the bucking, fucking, dragon-boy.
"Hey, Zeke."  The banana goo-dick-girl smiled and wrapped a hand around the human's. "Took you long enough."
"Rigo's gone, thinks that guy," he nodded at Raen, "Is somewhere a few days out. Took the super horse." He kissed her on the neck and shoulder. Her body went stiff and her shaft swelled up between her thighs.
"So we better save the day and get gone, huh?" Beatrix whispered low. Zeke's hands found her shaft and she groaned low.
"Yeah." Zeke kisses traveled from her neck down to her breasts and she leaned back to let him.
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The mage stood over Galatea, watching Petros's seed through a scrying glass. He grumbled and groused at how long it was taking.
"I've kept you down here too long, Petros." He admitted. "Need to get you more exercise."
"Is that what you call me whooping Rigo's five copper ass?" Petros jabbed.

"Close enough." The mage allowed the slight, clearly in an improving mood. "Well. You two parents-to-be can get better acquainted while I celebrate this little victory. I'm in the mood for cherries tonight." He added to himself as he opened the door to leave. There was a flash of panic between Galatea and Petros.

"That's it?" Galatea asked, annoyed. "One shot isn't gonna knock me up you know. I'm not some rat in heat. Give me some proper cover will you?"

The mage stopped and turned around.
"Galatea, you were so opposed before. Why the change?" His tone low and menacing.

"I'm still against it, but if there's one thing I really can't stand, more than anything else, is things not done properly." She pointed a finger, though her arm was held tight to the wall. "Now you want a baby from us, it's gonna take more than one quickie."

The mage looked to Petros, who shrugged, despite the pain of the movement. The mage's agitation dissolves into a smile and he knocks the staff against the floor. Again Galatea's chains go slack enough for her to cross the dungeon room to Petros. Again, the mage retreats behind the safety of a spell circle.

"Gonna have to really work it, Gal." Petros chids. "I'm a bit out of it." He nods his chin at his flaccid member.

"Then get into it." Galatea orders, falling to her knees with a heavy clang and grabbing Petros's ass cheeks. "Now." She growled as she slurped his dick into her mouth.

"Ho' Shit." Petros exhaled, he felt his cock get hard in her mouth, and throat. He felt the hot resistance as she swallowed him till her was as stiff as steel. She pulled back, lewd and slow till Petros's dick snapped out from between her lips, knocking against her nose. She rose and turned around, crossing the chains for her arms and legs and pressed her ass against Petros. His cock was sandwiched between her cheeks and he groaned low.

"Damn." He bit his lip, and tried not to enjoy it to much. The pain in his hands helped some. Then Galatea started moving, up and to the sides, shaking her ass and teasing Petros harder. "F-fuck." He squeezed his eyes and Galatea deftly guided Petros into herself. She moaned loud as she slammed her ass back. Petros yelled loud as the tightness surprised and astounded him. The mage, from where he was, could only smile wide at the sight.

He didn't even noticed she'd stuck Petros's dick up her ass.
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Raenbu was on his back, which he didn't like very much; it made his wings uncomfortable. But all the girls were around him, charged up, except for one. He remembered there had been a girl with a cock, and that had stuck in his head: candidly. He was wondering how that was going to work out, until he noticed her against a pillar, impaled on the Green cloaked guy's dick.

"What the fuck?" Raenbu looked to Betty and jerked a finger at the fucking pair. Betty just shrugged and made a 'huddle up' motion to the rest of the girls. Indeed they put that arms around, and slightly into, one another's shoulders forming a chain of gooy women around Raenbu. There was a quiety moment and all eyes were on the Blueberry girl.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Betty asked the group. Near a dozen jaws dropped.

"Zis vas your idea!"
"Now, hold on; I say, hold on-"
"AwcrapAwcrapAwcrap"
"The fuck are we supposed to do?" The bald lemon beauty pulled back, pulling part of two girls with her. "That bastards got ever goo frying spell in the book and then some.

"I can take him!" Raenbu chimed in. The girls looked down at him, his dick still stiff. One of them coughed, the rest were smirking. Raen looked down at Bu. "Not like that. I mean I can fry the bastard."

"Not alooone" Zeke managed. "That guy knows his stuff." He crammed Beatrix down, their balls touching as she moaned and came thick runners of  cream pudding into his hand. "I can pick the locks on the gold girl and Petros."

"I'll get the nails holding Petros in." Beatrix added.

"Nails?" Raen asked, as the pair pulled themselves apart and Zeke pulled up his pants. Betty explained the perdicimate with Petros and Raenbu swore. "Wait, won't that hurt you?" Raen asked Beatrix. The banana girl stuck her tongue out and snatched Zeke's gloves away. She crammed her hands into them and made lewd groping motions.

"Nope!"  The banna girl cheered. "So let's hurry before Rigo gets back." Noone questioned this, as it would slow them down further, and they began to weave themselves down the stairs avoiding traps as they went.

--Next chapter: The fight scene!
I know the sex hasn't been really up to snuff compared to what it was, but I'd rather put an end to this than leave it hanging; I've got another story idea I wanna try anyway so nyeh.
 