Baldur's Gate: Jal Khaless

Author's Note: Back with another Baldur's Gate story -- this one taking a look at a VERY different kind of party composition, and starring none other than Viconia DeVir! For the full scoop on these stories and why they're coming out, check out the previous one!

[story] [M/M/M/Fu/F] [gangbang] [more below]

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‭The Blushing Mermaid was one of the few inns in Baldur’s Gate that felt appropriately seedy for its current inhabitants – five of the most black-hearted adventurers the Sword Coast had to offer, forced to await their fearless leader for who knew how long.

After months and months of tearing a bloody swath from Nashkel to the Cloakwood, the group’s arrival in the city proper finally allowed for a moment to rest and recuperate from long, tiresome hours out on the road. However, the scoundrel Gorion had raised, the true heir to the Iron Throne, was not one for resting, and had quickly found themselves wrapped up in a secret heist for the local thieves’ guild – one that would necessitate their companions finding a place to lay low for the night.

Thus, the murderous psychopaths that Gorion’s Ward had somehow compelled to join forces now all sat together around a table, sharing a round of drinks they’d bought with their ill-gotten spoils. “Not that I care, but is it not unsafe for them to be out in the city alone?” Edwin, the thayan mage, clucked his tongue thoughtfully. “‘Tis a shame that little friend of yours isn’t here to help them. (Careful, Odesseiron, this necromancer is easily outraged. Likely his shame over being such an inferior spellcaster.)”

“Oh, I suppose you mean Montaron?” Xzar’s lean features went through a brief maelstrom of emotions, from regret, to elation, to sorrow, to rage, and finally back to a sort of neutral manic state. “I’ll miss him the way one might mourn for a dead goldfish. Honestly, if he’d simply been told to leave the group, I likely would have gone with him. But when our fearless leader stripped him of his armor and weapons and sent him alone into a nest of giant spiders, well…” he paused, trying to stifle a psychotic giggle, but failing. “That’s just too funny to be mad at.”

“Just one less man – half of one, at least – to have to worry about,” Shar-Teel slugged down a long drink of her stout, subtly adjusting the way her longbow laid against her lean, strong thigh.

“Not that you aren’t still outnumbered,” a rare, dark chuckle from Dorn Il-Khan, the half-orc relaxing back into his massive wooden chair, horned helmet set on the table beside his mug. “Though if we find that girdle again, we could slip it onto Edwin; that would even things out.”

“As if Edwin counts as a man at all,” chimed in the fifth member – Viconia, the dark elf, the woman who’d earned the group even more side-eyed scowls than Dorn could muster on his best (or worst, perhaps) day.

Edwin’s eyes narrowed, and the wizard quickly parried. “Do not speak of things you know nothing about, dark lady. I am more man than you realize. (Perhaps one day she shall give me a chance to prove it – a day I shall greatly look forward to.)”

“You know everyone can hear your inane grumblings, don’t you?” Shar-Teel folded her arms across her chest.

“Wait… everyone can hear them?” Xzar’s eyes widened with horror. “I thought it was just me, and that I was hearing his ghost.” While combining his wizardly schooling with a newfound devotion to the god Cyric had made the mad necromancer a bit more valuable to the group, that devotion – along with losing the grounding presence of his companion, Montaron – had done little to help his mental state.

“Pity you told him,” Dorn grimaced, “it would have been far more entertaining to leave the wizard to his delusions.”

“Which wizard?” Edwin arched a brow.

“The crazy one,” Dorn grunted.

There was a pause, and Shar-Teel finally added, “That… does not narrow it down.”

“Tell me, thayan,” Viconia leaned back in her seat, her scarlet eyes focusing on the goatee’d human, glaring a hole through Edwin. “What exactly would you do to prove your manhood? Should that fateful day ever come, what could you possibly show me that I have not seen from every pitiful consort squabbling for favor in Menzoberranzan?”

Before Edwin could respond, Dorn interjected, the tall, dark half-orc unwilling to let such a challenge slip by without comment. “Nothing that I could not surpass.”

“Yes, I suppose your diminutive mind thinks size and brute force alone is what makes one worthy of a lady such as Viconia…. (I’d be surprised if the half-breed primate can even understand common, why is it he remains with the party at all?)” Edwin tilted his head down slightly to smugly mutter, then followed with a sip of wine, likely the only thing that had managed to embolden him such.

“Mother always said that it was gentleness that marked a true man,” Xzar chimed in, “though she did so love to tell me lies….”

“I guarantee that there’s nothing any of you can offer that a woman cannot,” Shar-Teel scoffed, brushing mid-length blonde hair from her face. “All this talk of manhood and all you really mean is whether or not you can satisfy Viconia. If anyone here can, it’s me.”

“A challenge so idly given, yet so eagerly accepted,” Viconia looked thoughtful for a long moment, musing over the lustful bickering between her teammates. Dorn and Edwin would provide reasonable, if distasteful mates, and while it had been some time since Viconia had lain with another woman, Shar-Teel’s matriarchal predilections were a refreshing taste of home, and she was certainly strong, if rather simple. Xzar was certainly the odd one out, though it did admittedly intrigue the drow that he’d been able to pick up the path of a priest, something she’d not thought him capable of. It had been quite some time since her… needs… had been properly taken care of. Perhaps it would not be so humiliating to entertain this group of thugs. “Human, go get us a room key. If you are so eager to prove yourselves… I shall provide the opportunity.”

All but Dorn quickly glanced among themselves, wondering which of them Viconia meant by ‘human,’ before Edwin finally stood and made his way to the innkeeper of the Blushing Mermaid to carry out the request. Was she saying what he thought she was saying? Already his heart raced in his chest. “(Easy, Odesseiron, easy… do not overplay your hand until you are sure…)” he muttered to himself, returning to the table to finish off his glass of evermead, and triumphantly hold up the room key. “While the cat is away, the hamsters shall play, as they say.”

“My poor thayan,” Viconia sighed. “Still you do not realize. I am, and shall always be, the cat.”

Xzar giggled quietly to himself. “I once had a cat, long, long ago… never could bear the meowing… oh, what happened to that poor thing….”

“Enough from the clown,” Dorn growled, the half-orc finally standing up and grabbing his helmet. His full height made halflings of the others, grayish skin and feral features showing him for the menacing thing he was. “Lead the way, priestess, if you truly intend to serve your actions what you tease your promises.”

“You act as if I’m beholden to what I say,” the drow’s dark, beautiful lips curled into a cruel smile, “and I thought you called yourself a blackguard.” Without another word, she nimbly snatched the key from Edwin’s hand and made her way upstairs, unlocking the door to the newly-rented room and making a quick appraisal of it. It wasn’t terribly large, more a place to sleep and leave than anything else, but it did boast two large beds and a small, high window to get some of Baldur’s Gate’s notoriously ‘fresh’ air. “Orc, I would see the two beds as one.” Viconia’s command came with it the bold imperiousness only a female drow was capable of, the voice of someone who had never been refused. Against anyone but Dorn Il-Khan, it surely would have worked.

“I am neither slave, nor beast of burden. I follow only the demands of Ur-Gothoz.” The anti-paladin’s tone was deep and flat. A moment of tense silence passed, though found itself fortunately broken by Shar-Teel, the human warrior rolling her eyes.

“Leave it to a woman to do what a man refuses,” she sighed, stepping forward to shove one bed against the other. She may not have been quite as strong as the half-orc, but she was very much close enough, and more than qualified for something so mundane.

As the room’s bedding situation was made more accommodating, so did Viconia make herself more… available, moving towards the wall and facing her back to the group. Unbuckling strap after strap, she shed herself of her lightweight green armor, forged from the natural plating of the ankhegs that the party had hunted nearly to extinction, despite the protests of the local ranger. The silky blue vestments beneath followed suit, and in a few moments, the priestess had bared herself, milky black skin shimmering under the lanternlight, waves of snow-white hair spilling down her graceful back and nearly reaching her pert, petite backside. Arching a thin brow, she turned, showing off her slender figure in its entirety – her long legs, high, small breasts, flat stomach, and the hint of a hairless slit, partially hidden by smooth, lean thighs. “Is this what you all are so eager to test yourselves against?”

While Xzar began to babble incoherently under his breath, Edwin simply stared, lost in his own mind. Shar-Teel’s expression dropped into one of excitement tinged with envy as she, too, began to fiddle with the straps of her armor. It was Dorn who actually answered, his gravelly voice lowering to a hungry, lustful growl: “Yes.”

The dark elf made her way to the conjoined beds, blankets strewn across them and obscuring their dual nature. She reclined back, crossing one knee demurely over the other, and pursed her lips. “Then why are all of you still over there?”

The clatter of things falling to the floor was no less than cacophonous – Dorn dropping his massive sword and roughly stripping off his armor, while Shar-Teel did the same with a slight lead. Xzar and Edwin had a clearly easier time removing their robes and various bits of enchanted jewelry, though their comparatively unremarkable athleticism lost them time. In a few moments, all had bared themselves, bar a few doo-dads like the occasional vambrace, ring, or in Xzar’s case, a single long, colorful sock.

Each had decidedly clashing body types. Edwin was painfully average, someone who kept well-groomed and in good health, though clearly also someone who rarely lifted anything heavier than an especially large book. By contrast, Dorn Il-Khan was a monster, a head taller than anyone else present, heavy muscle rippling under gray skin, lank black hair unkempt and a gaze of steel. Xzar’s long hair and jester-like tattoos gave him a distinct appearance, and his stringy figure told a tale of someone who was far too tense and often forgot to eat. In sharp contrast to the others, Shar-Teel bridged the gap between Viconia and Dorn, feminine but powerful, scars on top of curves on top of muscle.

“Wait… Shar-Teel, you–” Xzar looked befuddled, whirling around to take a harder look at the female archer – specifically, between her legs. “You have…?”

“A penis.” Dorn nodded.

“I don’t think anyone is surprised by that,” Edwin hid a chuckle.

“You think men are the only ones who can have cocks?” Shar-Teel scoffed. “Typical.”

“I knew there was something I liked about you,” the necromancer giggled, then remembered the situation at hand, wheeling back around to face Viconia. “So, do we…?”

“I certainly do,” Dorn growled, already making his way towards the bed and to the beautiful woman draped across it. Unlike the others, the blackguard wasted no time, showed no hesitance – he knew what he wanted, and had no desire to be patient in its claiming. “Oh, how I have dreamed of defiling you, dark one. Your screams shall deafen the city!”

“I ask for no less,” Viconia purred.

Taking firm hold on one of her shoulders, Dorn held the dark elf in place, his grip insistent but not forceful. His other hand pried one of her slender legs to the side, then lifted it slightly, scooting Viconia’s hips forward on the bed – exposing the dark petals of her pussy, and the smaller hole just beneath it, the latter of which was the half-orc’s intended destination. “And I do mean defile.” Pulling up and onto his knees, Dorn the tip of his (frankly, enormous) cock up against the drow’s slit, grinding against it for only a moment, spreading the juices it leaked along his manhood… then aiming lower, not waiting to test Viconia’s reaction before pushing forward.

The priestess’s eyes widened, and her jaw clenched, her entire lithe figure tensing and quivering as the blackguard forced his thick cock past the initial resistance of her asshole, and finally into her, though she looked neither pained nor angry. “You are – hnngh! – every bit as bold as I expected. To take a woman in such a way, and without permission… ‘tis exhilarating, I confess.” There was a strange excitement to the way Dorn manhandled her, stuffing his massive cock into her tight ass, prying her open with his throbbing shaft. After all, in her homeland it was the male’s role to submit, and nothing else – but the half-orc was proving that things were quite different on the surface.

“Well… as much as I usually enjoy watching… (Your moment has come at last, Edwin, time to prove your worth over that of beasts.)” Edwin began to make his way towards the side of the bed, with Shar-Teel winding around the opposite side, flanking Viconia, both giving their stiffening members casual strokes to get them fully erect. Edwin’s lips twisted into a tight frown when he noticed that the other woman’s cock was, perhaps, just slightly larger than his own – a slight he would endure from a monster like Dorn, but one that stung much more deeply when it was delivered by Shar-Teel. He did, at least, seem to be on even ground with Xzar, but being tied for last place was little consolation. He’d have to make up for the difference with technique.

Shooting quick glances to either of her side, Viconia breathed in deeply, letting herself adjust to the slow, deep thrusts Dorn was ravishing her ass with, and reserving a portion of her considerable concentration for the two next-most bold. She reached a hand out to each side, one taking hold of Edwin’s hardened cock, and the other of Shar-Teel’s, biting her lower lip gently as she began to stroke them up and down, feeling the smooth skin with her fingers. “Now things are getting interesting…” the dark elf cooed under her breath, turning her vivid incarnadine gaze towards Shar-Teel and leaning sidelong, her fingers firmly gripping the base of the warrior-woman’s girlcock as she brought her lips to its tip, kissing it tenderly, then swirling her tongue around the sweet, warm head before letting the entire thing slide into her mouth. Her opposite hand continued to stroke up and down along Edwin’s shaft, moving a little faster now to compensate for the lack of oral attention, her tight asshole clamping down to massage along the remarkable length and girth of Dorn’s massive rod. “Mmnphh….”

“Well… wait, what am I doing over here?” Xzar shook himself from a daze, the necromancer still naked and now stiff as a board, his eyes having glassed over as he watched the other villains converge around Viconia’s sprawled figure. “I want in! Huge one, you’re in the way!”

“Eh?” Dorn grunted, glancing over towards the tattooed madman. “Oh. Hrm.” With a few movements that were deceptively fluid for someone of his size, the blackguard slipped out of Viconia’s rear end (leaving a nice, if brief, gape behind) and stepped over her, placing his back against the headside wall and sitting down, lifting the drow and setting her into his lap – and slipping his thick shaft straight back into her ass, drawing a groan and shudder from the cleric. Impressively, he’d managed not to disrupt her other activities for more than an instant, and as she tucked her knees down onto the bed, she returned to her smooth, rapid strokes of Edwin and Shar-Teel’s hard cocks, bringing her mouth from the woman’s to the wizard’s and taking it deep into her throat.

Watching the brief exchange, Xzar offered a satisfied nod. “That’s better! Off we go!” He then happily jogged towards the front of the bed, his wiry figure clambering over the edge and getting onto his knees in front of Viconia. With her hands, mouth, and ass already quite occupied, he had a clean target in the underdark-dweller’s glistening pussy, but… “Oh, oh no, that won’t do, that won’t do at all.”

“What is it now, wizard?” Shar-Teel glared. “Some new madness for you to burden us wi– OoOohhhh…” the archer shivered as Viconia’s lips found her cock once more, moving her hand aside that she might take the entire thing into her throat, causing Shar-Teel’s lashes to flutter with unanticipated ecstasy.

“New? No, no, not new; perhaps the oldest of them all,” reaching for the edge of the bedsheet, Xzar gave it a manic yank, ripping off a swath of white fabric and, at arm’s length, draping it gently over Viconia’s womanhood, mostly concealing it, though a bit of her wetness was already leaking through the cloth. “Much better! Now, what to do, where to go… oh, it seems you’ll likely need this…” focusing for a moment, Xzar conjured a miniaturized version of the Grease spell, letting long strands of magical slickness drizzle from his fingertips all along the rim of Viconia’s rear entrance, which began to drip down Dorn’s shaft, still deeply buried within her. Lacing a bit of this formless oil onto his own throbbing member, the necromancer-turned-priest finally looked satisfied with himself, flashing a toothy grin as he lowered his hard cock, aligning it with Dorn’s and aiming for the hole the blackguard already occupied.

At Xzar’s unexpected shenanigans, Viconia’s expression became confused, and she pulled back off of Shar-Teel’s cock to focus her attention on him. “While the sorcery is appreciated, I’m not entirely sure what you think you’re—nnNNghH!” The dark elf’s teeth clenched down in a grimace as Xzar pushed forward, so averse to the idea of slipping into Viconia’s now-concealed slit that he forced his way in alongside Dorn, both cocks now sliding deeply into the drow’s tight asshole, filling her and warming her in a way she’d not thought possible up until now. “Oloth plyn dos! Fuck!”

“I do not remember inviting you to join me, wizard,” Dorn growled, uncertain for a moment, but then shrugging and thrusting upward once more. He’d done stranger things, he supposed, and the addition of a second party wasn’t going to convince him to pull out of the hot dark tunnel of Viconia’s ass.

“She wants to test us, doesn’t she?” Xzar giggled, “it seems only fair we test her in return. Specifically her… elasticity!” Despite Viconia’s gasps and curses, the necromancer thrust recklessly forward, burying his hard cock into that tight, overstuffed hole.

The framing of Xzar’s statement – in conjunction with a certain undeniable enjoyment rippling through Viconia’s body – had the priestess clenching her teeth, but no longer openly protesting as both cocks pumped and shifted in and out of her backdoor, her breathing heavy now. “If you think to challenge me, madman, know that I cannot be broken, by you or any other, no matter how much you stuff into me,” she seethed through her teeth, though a flutter of her eyelid showed that indignance and discomfort were very much not the only emotions she was feeling.

“Not so much a challenge, then, as an experiment,” Edwin mused aloud, an idea nagging at the thayan mage’s mind. “I confess, I tire of your hand anyway – enjoy your lady-friend while I put your boast to the test.”

As Edwin disengaged and began to shift downward, Viconia began to regret her choice of words. A protest came half-formed, bitten off before the first word was complete, and she settled for a hard, crimson-eyed glare at the wizard rather than undermining a statement so recently made. “You seek to pierce me with that dagger you call a sword?” she hissed, still idly stroking Shar-Teel’s throbbing shaft. “I doubt I shall even notice it’s addition.”

“Would wand and staff not make for better comparisons?” Shar-Teel wondered aloud. “Since he is a mage, of course. Althou—nnnhh….” Her protest faded into a heated moan as Viconia took her cock back into her mouth, effectively silencing the archer. She wobbled a bit on her knees, planting one hand at the headstand while the other massaged one of her own firm tits, eyes squeezing shut for a long moment as she simply let herself enjoy the sensation of the dark elf’s lips and tongue generously working over her throbbing girldick. Viconia, however, was about to have a problem more pressing than a disapproved-of metaphor.

“Dagger? I shall show you a dagger,” Edwin glared, laying one hand on Viconia’s hip to steady himself as he approached her from the side, angling his body in such a way that he could push in alongside Xzar’s slim frame. In all honesty, Edwin’s cock was a respectable size, even if it fell short next to someone like Dorn, but he had every intention of using it to its fullest – which, in this instance, meant overloading the dark elf’s ass so thoroughly that she admitted defeat. A long shot, but not an impossible one.

Pulling up into a kneeling position, he kept one hand on Viconia while the other guided his shaft to its destination, pressing firmly against that double-stuffed hole and waiting for the right moment to push inside, a moment when both Dorn and Xzar were drawing backwards. He then shoved his hips forward, pushing his hard dick up her crowded backdoor and drawing a muffled groan from the cleric, a sound that muddied disapproval with bitten-back pleasure. It was only Shar-Teel’s girlcock halfway down her throat that saved the party from another litany of underdark curses.

It took a moment for a proper rhythm to be found, Viconia’s face flushing and tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she was penetrated by four cocks at once – with one of her entrances seeing decidedly more traffic than the others, and her pussy still empty, neglected outright by her wicked companions. All she could do was try to hang on and make the best of things, which she strangely found to be getting easier and easier. Despite the initial discomfort, and the ensuing intensity of each added cock to her ass, there was something amazing about the way they all shifted in and out of her, pumping into her tight hole, filling her with this hot, throbbing pleasure that was growing more and more overwhelming. She kept both hands braced at her sides as she continued to hungrily bob up and down on Shar-Teel’s cock, letting the other woman take hold of the back of her head and throatfuck her, saliva dribbling down her small chest and flat stomach as she was triple-anally railed by the party’s three males… the latter detail of which Shar-Teel was now beginning to take special notice of.

After all, one couldn’t win the trophy by playing a different game. If she intended to pit herself against them, she couldn’t do it from where she was, not really. Though the feeling of Viconia’s mouth and throat around her cock was more than pleasurable, the time had come for her to make her move.

Swallowing hard, the archer’s grip on Viconia’s head loosened, and she pulled back, shuddering as her shaft slid out along the dark elf’s tongue, coated with saliva and her own precum, glistening with their shared wetness. Viconia’s eyes darted up to her, though it was clear she was somewhat lacking in focus. “What are you doing…?”

“There’s no way I’m letting the boys have all the fun down there,” Shar-Teel said resolutely, bending down to place a soft, long kiss on Viconia’s lips, tasting herself on them as she distracted the drow woman. Pulling back and leaving the drow dazed, Shar-Teel took up a position opposite Edwin, firmly shouldering Xzar aside to sandwich the scrawny lunatic between herself and the other wizard.

“Ah, the woman has finally decided to join us. (Don’t be too bold, Odesseiron, you have enough competition as it is.)” Edwin chided playfully, though the jolts of lust and pleasure Viconia’s stuffed ass was providing was enough to dull even his ‘scathing’ wit.

“Yes, let us be as eels in a barrel,” Xzar’s voice dropped to a low rasp, spiking up to a higher pitch at the last word. “Look at all the attention you’re getting, my lady!”

“Not… exactly… the kind of attention I was… nnngh! – hoping for…!” Viconia hissed, her mouth no longer occupied and teeth now clenched, eyes focusing on the crowd around her, shooting a quick glare at Shar-Teel as she lined up with the others. As the other woman pressed her cock against the drow’s magically-lubricated back entrance, Viconia sucked in a sharp breath through her teeth, eyes clenching shut as the fourth throbbing cock was pushed up into her ass, sending sensations through her that she’d never thought possible. Part of her considered reaching down to at least rub her pussy, but it almost felt wrong at this point – like she had been given a special opportunity to experience something unique, and to dilute that experience would be, in some way, profane. Nonetheless, as that fourth dick was stuffed inside of her, she could feel the fluttering tremble in her belly, screaming across her every nerve, that quake of pleasure that made her fingers clench and toes curl. She wasn’t going to break, or cry out for mercy, no… but she was not at all far from an orgasm.

“This is not what I had in mind,” Dorn grunted, a hint of confusion in his deep, stoic voice, “but I am not displeased.” Admittedly, he had the best positioning for this – since he was sitting, he was the only one not crowded by the others, with a wonderful view of Viconia’s arched back. With all the thrusting, pumping, and squirming, he didn’t even need to work particularly hard, and he’d spent long enough in this ever-more-crowded hole that he wasn’t far from a release of his own.

As Viconia’s tense wails grew louder and more regular, the other members of the group grew more staggered, more frantic, slamming their hips forward to drive their cocks as deep into her ass as they could manage. A thin sheen of sweat coated each body, mixing with Xzar’s magical grease, allowing all four shafts to more easily glide in and out of Viconia’s abused butt, throbbing wildly with their need to release. Shar-Teel leaned sideways to plant another long kiss on the drow’s lips, gently groping one of those perky little tits as she rammed her cock in and out the cleric’s asshole, her breathing hot and heavy as she messily silenced Viconia’s moans and snarls. She could feel the other woman trembling, shuddering as she held off the inevitable – but the first to cum ended up being Xzar.

Viconia’s eyes rolled halfway into her head as she felt the first few shots of spunk blast into her ass, immediately followed by a second anal creampie from Shar-Teel. That, as far as she could tell or recall, was when the drow herself’s climax hit, her backside clenching down hard and quaking around the cluster of cocks embedded in her ass, milking out the next hot burst of spunk. This one came from Dorn, and boasted a volume of hot seed that matched the size of the half-orc’s hard cock, cum starting to churn and burble out of the priestess’s ass as Shar-Teel’s lips muffled her scream of orgasm.

Shockingly, it ended up being Edwin who held out the longest, opting to make his mark by slipping out of her at the last moment to shoot several long, sticky ropes across the elf’s body, making a mess of her chest and stomach, with a single spare shot even managing to hit her face.

Viconia trembled violently on the bed for several moments as she rode out her orgasm, quivering around the hard columns of wet flesh still buried within her. This had not exactly gone as she’d expected… but by Shar, she certainly had discovered a new way to pass time.

“Wait, so… who won, again?” Shar-Teel muttered as the dust settled, sitting up on her knees and panting softly, her cock starting to soften between her thighs.

“Trick question, my dear,” Edwin was quick to answer, “no clear parameters were set, so the competition was, in effect, a farce. No winners or losers. This is why I should have been consulted beforehand to set ground rules. (Good thing, too – without a clear victor, we shall have to undertake this effort a second time at the very least. Clever of you to let them wallow in their shortsightedness.)”

“I cannot believe people call you the better wizard,” Xzar sighed.

It was a long moment before Viconia was able to find the sense to speak, but, at last, she managed to regain a fracture of her usual composure. “Maybe we can… pff… actually use my pussy next time, rather than focusing all your efforts on my ass?”

There was a pause as the other four glanced at each other. “Ehh… no,” Xzar said, only to be immediately followed by a chorus of “nah,” “I don’t think so,” and “why.”

The dark elf narrowed her eyes, letting out a small sigh. Well… she could get used to being an anal slut.

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(Fun fact: "Jal Khaless" is one of Viconia's in-game chirps. It's drow for, approximately, "all thrust.")