Baldur's Gate 3: Seluné's Grace

Author's Note: We all knew it was coming eventually - it's time for some BG3 content!

DISCLAIMER: This story contains spoilers for Act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3. Read at your own dis-creche-ion.

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Though it pained her to admit it, Shadowheart was beginning to miss the Shadow-Cursed Lands. At least then she’d gotten to actually come along and do something, even if it was largely due to her Daylight spell and effectiveness against undead. Now that the group had made their way to Baldur’s Gate proper, the conflicted, newly-white-haired half-elf was finding herself stuck at camp far more often than not. Tav had been making plenty of exciting new friends to bring along, with the High Harper and that big boulder of muscle and madness, Minsc, rarely staying behind to listen to Gale ramble about the Weave, or the incessant scrape of Lae’zel’s greatsword against a whetstone. What’s more, now that the burning engine in her chest had cooled down a bit, Karlach seemed to have a permanent place on most missions… why Tav only ever brought three people along, Shadowheart still wasn’t quite sure, but it seemed to be a rule as set in stone as that hamster-obsessed ranger.

With her appetite for adventure (and other things) now so rarely sated, Shadowheart had little left to do but mill about camp, try to wrench apart the githyanki artefact she’d stolen, consider how flagrantly she’d failed her goddess Shar, and endure the intestinal aftermath of Gale’s cooking. She’d occasionally spend time listening to Volo’s tall tales before inevitably growing bored, making mean faces at the enormous stone statue Tav had had commissioned of themself (ridiculous!), half-heartedly resisting footrubs from Halsin, or reading up on scriptures of Seluné that hadn’t been twisted and perverted by the Sharran clergy to be as unflattering as possible. So far they’d proven… intriguing, but not particularly helpful.

There was one person she’d truly been avoiding, even during her abundance of freetime at camp in the Lower City – Isobel, and by extension, her impressive lover, Dame Aylin. To say that she and Isobel had gotten off on the wrong foot would be something of an understatement, and after what Shadowheart had gone through at the Gauntlet of Shar, she owed Isobel an apology… one she had no intention of giving. Still, if she was to ever learn any more about Seluné, Isobel and Aylin were by far the best source that Shadowheart had on hand.

So it was that Shadowheart eventually found her way over to Isobel’s tent, nestled away on the upper floor of one of the ruined structures the camp was situated around. The other priestess lay on her back, on her bedroll, flipping through the most recent edition of Volo’s Guide to Monsters, her expression invested but somewhat doubtful. Spotting Shadowheart out of the corner of her eye, she sat up, looking surprised, but pleasantly so. “Shadowheart! Is it true that xvarts are not ordinary creatures, but magical clones of Raxivort? It seems rather far-fetched to me, but he is the expert….”

“I wouldn’t put too much stock in what Volo has to say,” Shadowheart turned her nose up, her tone cool. “He’s more an entertainer than a scholar, I think.”

Isobel shrugged, then offered a small smile, patting the bedroll beneath her. “But anyway – come, you must have something to ask? I don’t see much of you around camp, despite some of our commonalities.”

“And what are those, then?” Shadowheart arched a brow, not taking the offered perch on the floor. While she’d softened since freeing the Nightsong, it would take more than that to fully dispel her usual standoffishness.

“White hair, I would suppose,” Isobel mused, “a connection to Seluné, however complex… ah! And of course, our good looks.” Her smile widened. It was unnerving how friendly she was when Shadowheart had been nothing but a – what was it Isobel had called her? – a ‘nasty little terrier,’ from the very start.

Rather than acknowledge Isobel’s listed similarities, Shadowheart glanced around the dilapidated enclosure, looking for that massive, winged woman who was never terribly far away. “Where’s your other half, then?”

“Dame Aylin?” A wistful, adoring look came over Isobel’s face, her voice softening at the mere mention of the woman she loved. “She’s taking some time to brood, but she’ll return soon. You know…” she sat up off of the bedroll, then stood, drawing a little closer to Shadowheart – even going so far as to lay one hand on the other half-elf’s shoulder. “You should stop by again, tonight, when we’re both here. I’d like to get you know you better… I think we both would.”

The suggestion – nay, invitation – in Isobel’s voice was as clear as it was unexpected, leaving Shadowheart suddenly very tongue-tied. The thought was certainly… tempting, and Shadowheart preferred dalliances to long-term romantic affairs, but the subtle offer came at an unusual time in her life, nonetheless. “That sounds… interesting,” Shadowheart said tentatively, trying to ignore the abrupt leap in her heart rate. “Perhaps if I don’t have anything else going on, we’ll… see about that.”

Without giving Isobel a chance to respond, the tadpoled cleric fled, heading back to her own tent to consider her options. She hadn’t assumed Isobel and Aylin to have a relationship so… open, but after even the most fleeting of conversations with Halsin, Shadowheart was beginning to suspect it was not so uncommon as she’d first thought. Her burgeoning devotion to Seluné, too, introduced some complications of a moral and religious sort, but none that didn’t have workarounds. So, if Isobel’s invitation was indeed one of a carnal nature… why not indulge?

Shadowheart spent the next few hours considering her options, as day grew toward evening. She washed, got a change of clothes (Tav had recently bought her a lovely white dress, complementing her new hairstyle), and steeled her resolve – there was no reason not to go see at least, right? Just to make sure Isobel meant what Shadowheart thought she meant? One final precaution was to conceal her womanhood with a strip of white adhesive cloth, decorated with the starry mask of Seluné; a holdover from her worship of Shar, Shadowheart had long been taught to keep secret what was most valuable, a philosophy that had extended from her heart, to her memories, all the way to the pink slit of her pussy. As Shar and Seluné were twin goddesses, Shadowheart could only hope that the gesture appeased them both.

Finally, as evening fell dark and the moon began to rise, Shadowheart readied herself and made the short trip back to the ruined structure, noting now that being open to the sky allowed the large, mostly-empty space to be dappled in the light from the moon and stars, giving it a pale, comforting glow… one that gleamed pleasantly off the curves of Isobel’s naked figure.

Shadowheart went still, swallowing silently as she was presented with a much more clear and immediate view of Isobel’s body than she expected. The priestess was laying down on her bedroll, much as she’d been earlier, with her feet planted and knees up, hips lifted slightly off the ground to make room for a large, shimmering appendage, one that seemed to come from nowhere and be formed entirely from starlight. It was tentacle-like, shaped similarly to the arm of a flumph, though far larger – this was nearly a foot in length and about as big around as Shadowheart’s wrist, its far end very much hidden by the orifice it occupied. Isobel had both hands wrapped tightly around the thing’s main ‘trunk,’ eagerly guiding the tip of it into her own rear entrance, something she appeared to be intensely enjoying, judging by her moans and gasps.

She wasn’t entirely naked, either, on second glance. Both of Isobel’s breasts (which were a bit larger than Shadowheart’s) had little metal bars piercing the nipples, and she wore a black belt that secured itself tightly around her waist and upper thighs, supporting a metal ring cuffed around Isobel’s smooth balls. Over that was a flat steel disc, which Shadowheart surmised kept a penis of ordinary to small size bound and hidden, much the way Shadowheart’s own tingling slit was kept concealed.

“I see you waste little time in making your intentions known,” Shadowheart said, her voice or presence causing no startle or pause in the other cleric. “Though I had hoped you wouldn’t start without me.”

“Mmmh, well…” Isobel sat up, planting both hands behind her, wincing slightly as the starlight tentacle began to take control, stuffing itself in and out of the woman’s tight asshole at its own whim and pace. “If you noticed, I started before Aylin returned, as well. Once the urge took me…” she let out a shaky giggle, finally shifting forward to sit up on her knees, the free-floating tendril following, staying buried within her. She brought both hands to the ex-Sharran’s hips, gazing up at her with lustful eyes. “I can’t always control myself – but at least you’re here to help, now… should you choose to, of course.”

“Will your partner not object…?” Shadowheart’s voice was uncertain, even as Isobel began to peel down the dress she was wearing, exposing small, pale tits to the night sky.

“It is not the first time we’ve shared a lover; Aylin will understand. Should she be angered, she can take her wrath out upon me in a way that will satisfy us both.” Isobel smirked coyly up at the other priestess, whose uncertainty seemed to be gradually melting away in the temptation of the moment. When Shadowheart didn’t interrupt her slow undressing, Isobel continued to draw that dress down around the other woman’s hips, then letting it pool around her ankles, taking a moment to admire the adhesive covering that kept Shadowheart’s womanhood blocked from sight. “Ohh, now what’s this? The Lady of Sorrows keeps another secret from us – or is this, perhaps, a different sort of devotion?” her expression became more curious when she noticed the starry seal of Seluné, prompting her to give the strip of cloth a gentle kiss before dropping the subject. “I think you’ll find there are plenty of ways to enjoy yourself while retaining your… modesty.”

“If that – nnh – glowing thing you’ve made is any indication, I think I have an idea of what you mean,” Shadowheart winced as Isobel kissed up along her belly, licking and biting tenderly at one nipple, both hands on the ex-Sharran’s perky little backside. As Isobel came to near-standing, there was a moment of hesitation before the two clerics’ lips met, sharing a long, soft kiss, almost as a pledge – a gesture that both women were ready, consenting, and that this was about to happen. “H-how…” Shadowheart mumbled, hands moving to Isobel’s hips as she looked over the other woman’s shoulder, gazing down at the silvery tendril still easing languidly in and out of her asshole. “How did you create this… thing?”

“The light of Seluné can be used to make more than swords, hammers, and tridents,” Isobel purred, letting the appendage slip out of her, its shape contorting and adjusting, reflecting, until the squirming, shimmering thing became properly double-ended, each side coming to the same probing taper as the first had. “Lay back, let me show you.”

Another soft kiss was shared between them, and both clerics settled down on the bedroll, propped up on their hands, knees lifted, as Isobel directed the double-sided tentacle between them. One side snaked its way swiftly and certainly back into Isobel’s asshole, drawing a wince and moan, its familiar pleasure humming back throughout the selunite’s body. Shadowheart bit her lip as the thing’s other side began to snake over to her – she knew where it was headed as well as it did. She’d kept her pussy concealed for as long as she could remember, after all, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t enjoyed any ‘nocturnal activities’ during that time. She shuddered as it prodded against her rear entrance, sliding in shallowly at first, then pushing in deep, filling her with a warm, tingling glow as the starlight tendril began to cautiously explore her tight, pliable asshole. “Nghah! It’s… bigger than I’m used to…” Shadowheart clenched her teeth, toes curling as inch after inch of the summoned appendage vanished inside of her ass, its other end similarly delving more deeply into Isobel.

“You’ll need the practice, then,” Isobel let out a giggle, “because my love is much more impressive….”

“Do you speak ill of me in my absence, darling?” a confident voice heralded the sound of wingbeats, a massive shadow blocking the moonlight for only a moment before none other than Dame Aylin descended from the sky, armored boots landing heavily on the wooden floor. She was an impressive a figure as ever, massively tall, heavily armored, with skin like alabaster and hair like golden strands of silk. Despite being the arbiter of her freedom, Shadowheart felt distinctly intimidated by the aasimar’s powerful build and brazen personality, but… rather excited, as well.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my moon and stars,” Isobel smiled up at her beloved, reaching out with one hand to take Aylin’s gauntlet, drawing her in for a long, adoring kiss. “Mmh… I hope you don’t mind I brought some company over. Get out of that armor and join us, my love.”

“You need but ask.” Aylin framed the side of Isobel’s face for a moment, looking lovingly into her girlfriend’s eyes before disengaging, removing her heavy silver armor piece by piece. It wasn’t exactly seductive – it may not have been possible to doff so heavy a carapace seductively – but Shadowheart nonetheless found herself grinding forward on the tentacle inside of her as she watched, pushing so deep onto it that her buttcheeks met Isobel’s. Clear green eyes remained transfixed as more and more of Aylin’s god-touched body was exposed; all that smooth, white muscle, traced through with cracks of gold that bespoke her heritage as an aasimar, as a daughter of Seluné.

The true revelation to behold, though, was not in Aylin’s flawless curves or rippling muscle, but in the frightening beast that lay between the knight’s thighs, finally exposed as the last trappings of her armor were removed. The thing was colossal, easily over a foot in length and of appropriate girth. Shadowheart could barely imagine Isobel taking the whole thing, much less herself – it was enormous. “Lady of Sorrows,” Shadowheart muttered under her breath, brows turning up and eyes going wide, her asshole clenching reflexively around the squirming thing within it as she imagined that monstrosity being stuffed into her, staring as it quickly rose to full size and hardness.

“Does my… physique, concern you?” Aylin arched a brow, hair spilling around her shoulders and back, now that her helmet had been removed.

“Yes– n-no! I mean… no, not at all,” the half-elf said uncertainly, shooting a panicked glance to Isobel. “You’re… very beautiful, is all.”

“Worry not, gloomy thing,” Isobel smiled at her. “It’s easier to take than it looks. Aylin’s quite gentle… until she isn’t. Let her take me first, and you’ll see how beautifully it slides in.” Turning her gaze back to a now-nude angel, Isobel beckoned her lover forward. “Come, my darling.”

The aasimar took to hands and knees, laying one hand on Shadowheart’s thigh as if in assurance, a silent notice that Shadowheart’s presence was acknowledge and appreciated, even if her attention was to first be directed at her lover. The two selunites eyes locked, then their lips, as Aylin eased the tip of her frightful member against the edge of Isobel’s glistening anus, notably making no attempt to remove the still-squirming moonlight tendril from her stuffed opening – the two had an understanding, it seemed, and Isobel offered no protest as the thick, shiny cap of Aylin’s girlcock attempted to invade Isobel’s rear entrance alongside its current occupant.

“Mmn… nnh, ahh, fuck…!” Isobel hissed and winced, shuddering hard as slow progress was made, though her initial flinch soon melted into a blissful moan of pleasure as the far-end of Aylin’s rod popped inside, giving Isobel’s needy hole the double-stuffing she so craved and deserved. “S-see, Shadowheart… I can… t-take it just fine….”

The quiver in her force and clenching of her toes cast doubt on how ‘fine’ she was, but there was no disputing that she was enduring and relishing the intense penetration, her back entrance stretching to adequately swallow both Aylin’s shaft and the tentacle, particularly as the former begin to push deeper and deeper into her, the powerful aasimar taking up a rhythm of slow, hungry thrusts as she availed herself of her lover, the eye contact between them never breaking.

Shadowheart watched with amazement, even as her own hips steadily rolled back and forth, trembling as she enjoyed the deep, thorough attention of the spiritual toy. She was quite unable to draw her attention away from Isobel and Aylin, the way the two fiercely kissed and clung to one another, the aasimar’s marble-hewn body firmly yet tenderly stabilizing her girlfriend as that enormous cock was stuffed in and out of her already-filled asshole. It was enthralling to watch as Isobel’s lustful ass was pried wide and stuffed full, Aylin’s massive dick dwarfing the tentacle in already-appreciable size – it was amazing that Isobel was able to take them both at once. Amazing… and arousing.

Were she not intentionally eschewing the exposure and use of her pussy, Shadowheart would have touched herself – but the thrill of neglecting it gave her even greater excitement, pawing at her own perky little tits as she relished the pleasure coming from her ass. Laying back, she slipped one finger, then a second, into her tight hole alongside the squirming, pumping appendage, exploring what her limits were, and more and more indulging the thought of letting Aylin fuck her… imagining what that dick would feel like in her ass. If Isobel’s screwed-up expression, crossed eyes, and hellish wails were any indication, it would feel exquisite. “Y-yes… good…” Shadowheart swallowed, licking dry lips as she watched, stuffing her fingers deeper into herself as she anticipated getting fucked just like that. “Fuck her….”

Arms wrapped around Aylin’s shoulders, Isobel’s eyes flicked from those of her lover, to Shadowheart, a mischievous grin crossing her face. “My my, she’s getting quite invested,” the priestess cooed, then winced again after a particularly deep, rough thrust into her ass from Aylin’s titanic rod. “Is it time you satisfied our guest, my love?”

“Mmhh… if she would have me,” the aasimar glanced back over her shoulder, looking at Shadowheart with naked lust in her pale eyes, her gaze turning to the needy hole Shadowheart was currently trying to pry further open with her fingers. Offering a few more deep, savage thrusts into Isobel without looking away from Shadowheart, she made her offer plain. “Invite me into you, wayward child of Shar, and receive what no lover shall ever match. Invite yourself to ruination under the light of Seluné.”

“I…” Shadowheart paused, swallowing, everything suddenly seeming quite immediate. Finally, she nodded. “I do. I… I invite you into me.” Slipping her fingers from herself, she sat up onto her knees, the tentacle behind her still doing its lazy, yet thorough, work of occupying and pleasuring her asshole. “But first, let me taste you.”

“With pride.” Dame Aylin touched foreheads with Isobel a moment longer, then withdrew from her with a lewd, juicy sound, her cock wobbling back and forth, its stiffness barely capable of supporting its weight. “And know that you shall taste she who I so love, along with me.”

With the glowing tendril still between them, connecting eager assholes, Shadowheart and Isobel alike fell to their knees before Aylin’s godly figure, bringing lips and tongues to her pendulous rod, showering it with attention until it glistened like never before. Actually getting the thing into their mouths proved an unreasonable task for both women – they could suckle at its side like one might a candy-dipped apple, or stroke their tongues along it, but neither jaw could extend so far as to truly engulf it. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Isobel cooed, pride in her voice as she lapped and sucked at the side of Aylin’s shaft, sliding back and forth along it as if she was playing a fife. “I loved Aylin the moment I saw her, but when I saw this, I knew I had to do everything in my power to keep her.”

“Again, you boast on my behalf,” Aylin said, an uncharacteristic shyness in her voice – if that alabaster skin could blush, Shadowheart was quite certain it would be doing so now. “As if I could love you any more.” One powerful hand came to the back of Isobel’s head, caressing through that silvery hair, their eyes locking once more as Aylin enjoyed the sweet, sticky tingling of two sets of lips and tongues exploring every inch of her auspicious member.

“Perhaps you will after this,” Isobel grinned, leaning forward to press her chest up against the side of Aylin’s cock, returning to suckling at its head as she massaged the trunk of it between her breasts. Reaching across to gently squeeze Shadowheart’s hand, she silently encouraged the other cleric to do the same, and after only an instant of hesitation, she did – Shadowheart had a bit less to work with than Isobel’s full, steel-studded breasts, but with her assistance, both women managed to fully smother the rock-hard length, rubbing eagerly up and down along its length while lapping and sucking at its bulbous tip. “MmmMmhh….”

Once the thing was as hard as it could possibly get, Isobel broke away, giving Aylin a playful nod and gesturing for the aasimar to finally take her place on her back, and Shadowheart atop it, facing the paladin as she lowered herself on top of that massive rod – with, as Isobel had done, the tentacle still inside her. “Nngh… it’s– ahhh–!” Shadowheart shuddered, squirming her hips this way and that as she tried to wrestle the thing inside of her, only managing it when the tentacle slithered backwards, leaving only its tapered tip inside to help guide Aylin’s head into her. Whether the thing had a rudimentary intellect or Isobel controlled it directly, Shadowheart neither knew nor was interested in asking – her thoughts were singularly possessed with the rapturous sensation of Aylin’s girldick sinking into her, inch after inch vanishing within the snug pink tunnel of the half-elf’s warm, slick asshole, until nearly a foot of pearl-colored angel-cock had taken up residence in the tight, hot trench of Shadowheart’s butt. “Fuck!”

“Just relax, darling,” Isobel cooed, sitting up on her knees at Shadowheart’s side, both hands at the other cleric’s ass to keep her cheeks spread, while affectionate lips caressed along the pale swells of her breasts, kissing and rubbing at her aching nipples. “Look at how far you’re stretching, and what you can accomplish when you set needless things aside,” she accentuated the meaning of her last words by stroking a fingertip along the face of the tape guarding Shadowheart’s soaked slit, enough to cause a shudder, but not too great a distraction. “The greater you challenge yourself, the greater you’re rewarded for the effort, don’t you see?” She finished the thought by latching her lips around Shadowheart’s nipple, sucking firmly at it, drawing a helpless whimper from the slimmer half-elf.

In the back of her mind, though, Isobel’s words bore a twisted echo. The greater you challenge yourself, the greater you’re rewarded. This had proven exclusively true – neglecting her pussy in favor of satisfying the cravings of her ass had sent Shadowheart into a sexual renaissance, and as intimidated as she’d been by Aylin’s threatening cock, having it inside of her was some of the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced, sending her dark little heart soaring with explosive excitement. Hells, she had two things in her ass at once, now, even though she’d thought herself unable to do so. Each step forward along her path, each willful challenge against what she thought she’d known, had provided greater and greater reward.

Clenching her teeth, Shadowheart rocked her hips forward and back, now as much eagerly riding Aylin as the aasimar was fucking her, with that moonlight appendage still playing bold support under Isobel’s instruction. But could Shadowheart take more, if she set her mind to it…? “Isobel,” she whispered hoarsely, between trembling moans and whines, her slit soaking through the tape protecting it, pert breasts jiggling with each downward thump of her light weight onto Dame Aylin’s rod.

“Yes…?” the other woman detached from Shadowheart’s nipple, pulling up to nuzzle into her neck, one hand dipping back down to cup and fondle Aylin’s balls while the aasimar deeply, steadily packed her throbbing cock up Shadowheart’s rear.

“I think… I t-think I can take more,” the ex-Sharran murmured, a look of pleading in those big green eyes, even as her body wiggled and contorted with pleasure. If two was better than one, should three not likewise eclipse two? The thought of three things inside her at once was an intoxicating fantasy that, once taking root in her mind, had no escape beyond exorcism into the material. “Will you…?”

Licking her lips, Isobel’s eyes darted back down to Aylin, the paladin seeming to mostly just be enjoying herself – she knew better than to render Shadowheart’s pelvis to dust with the full might of her thrusts, and settled for the sensation of the half-elf’s tight hole sliding up and down her shaft, greedily engulfing her with each drop of those slender hips. “What do you think, my love?” Isobel said coyly. “Shall we really break her?”

“If she has the courage to try, then I say we meet her in kind,” Aylin said boldly, leaning up, hands on Shadowheart’s hips as she tilted her head to embrace her girlfriend, sharing a long, adoring kiss. “I trust your control over the light shall help you meet her demands?”

“It should,” Isobel said, sitting back a little and concentrating. The tentacle already shared by Isobel and Shadowheart flickered as the caster’s concentration wavered, but ultimately remained stable as the selunite summoned a similar, but distinct appendage – this one growing out from the disc-like cage that flattened and contained Isobel’s useless penis, formed from moonlight but even greater in size than the tentacle. Its secondary difference was its shape: rather than being flexible and sinuous, this one was sturdy, with a wedge-shaped tip and thick, shimmering bulb at its base, like two small fists, side-by-side. There was a flicker of dread in Shadowheart’s eyes for the moment she actually saw it, dread that was quickly replaced by elation when Isobel pulled up beside her, prodding the end of it against the edge of a hole that was already at the peak of its capacity.

“Ssssst, NNNnghhH…” Shadowheart hissed and whined, arms held up at her sides, knees on the floor flanking Aylin’s hips. While both of the aasimar’s strong, alabaster hands held her steady, she could do nothing but writhe and whimper as she felt that third appendage gradually forced into her ass, treating the half-elf to her first ever triple anal penetration at the hands of the lascivious selunite lovers. “Gods, I… ahhh… it’s too much, they’re so big…!”

“Do you want me to stop?” Isobel inquired gently, leaning in to nibble at the pointed tip of Shadowheart’s ear and easing her glowing ‘toy’ a little deeper into the other woman’s ass. Aylin had ceased any thrusting while Shadowheart adjusted, but the little tentacle, there from the beginning and seemingly working on autopilot, continued to push, withdraw, wiggle, and writhe, keeping a constant thrusting and churning inside of both Shadowheart and Isobel, keeping them profanely bound.

“N-no… keep going, I want it,” Shadowheart whimpered, letting out a sharp gasp when she finally felt the thing push all the way in, only stopping when the knob at its base found itself unable to force its way past the strained pink ring of the priestess’s asshole. Shadowheart set one hand on Isobel’s shoulder, the other reaching out to take one of Aylin’s hands, holding tightly to the other two women as she felt herself filled in a way she’d never experienced or thought possible. Part of her felt like she’d explode – she could feel the tip of Aylin’s dick in her stomach, feel the three throbbing, thrusting, twitching members grinding back and forth against one another, vying for position in the clinging confines of her helpless ass.

Moans and whines rose to a lustful wail, and the two selunites were finally feeling the affects of all this as well, panting and cooing as they both drilled into her, Isobel sharing in the backdoor pleasures of the tendril she’d summoned. There was only one challenge, now, to overcome, one that knocked continually at Shadowheart’s senses like a fist against a door – the knot of Isobel’s conjured cock, threatening to pop inside of her with every thrust. Against all reason, she wanted it. Leaning toward the other half-elf, Shadowheart pressed her forehead to Isobel’s, giving a tense nod, letting the woman know what she wanted… and a moment later, after a strained push and grunt, she received it.

Thnlkk. The heavy knob sunk into her with a wet sound, stretching Shadowheart’s hole even farther for a long transitory moment before vanishing inside of her, eliciting a loud, enduring scream into the night sky as Shadowheart reached orgasm, tensing, shaking, squealing as her mind went blank. She could feel pump after pump of something squirting into her – Aylin cumming inside her, she surmised, though she couldn’t tell for certain – and then dribble out around her other invaders, her ass unable to contain the milky, viscous goop.

A state of half-consciousness followed as she descended from the heights of pleasure, to the domain of their afterglow. Without her realizing it, her ass had been emptied, and she now found herself laying against Aylin’s chest, Isobel mirroring her. The moonlight constructs were gone, and a sticky coating of transparent goo on Isobel’s balls and thighs suggested she’d also cum, but the cage she wore had diminished its apparency. Shadowheart could feel her asshole gradually contracting and relaxing, tensing, trying to close up the wide, cum-dripping gape that her adventure had left behind. It was failing, thus far. No matter – she doubted the two lovers had only one round of fun in them.

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