Max finally collapses onto the nice, soft bed in the room the party has bought for the night. It has been a very long day for him, despite how little difficulty they actually faced during it. Being paid to do the adventurer equivalent of auditing a factory(what’s a factory?) is something Max will never enjoy. They had spent the entire day just walking around, hearing all of the rumors, getting all of the maps, and listening to all of the stupid villager gossip. At least the betting game about the number of bandit groups there’d be was fun. The point of all this, allegedly, is to find information on where the great calamitous undead of Princess Marietta’s prophecy might be located, and to be fair, they were finding information. Just not useful information. The fact that every time they go to talk to someone new, Marra or June or whichever girl is feeling most talkative has to explain who they are, why Max can’t talk, and why they can’t call him Max no matter how hard they try. The only bit of useful information they obtained is that there’s a dungeon to the west, with its entrance in the middle of a pond, and it only opens during the sunrise.
Exhausted isn’t a strong enough word for how Max feels. He feels broken, as if not even an entire day of sleep would be enough to rejuvenate him. Of course, he isn’t literally tired, in fact, he’s been itching to do something more serious with his body than just walk since they got here. This village, Erra, is on the northern border to The Theocratic States, and as such is pretty peaceful, but that doesn’t stop the usual rumors of goblins, bandits, and other assorted monsters from being as omnipresent as ever. Especially if Edora’s Hand is asking. That sunrise dungeon is probably the only reason Max didn’t decide to just leave the moment they got here. Max just tries to lie down and forget it all for a moment, letting his legs hang off the bed while he decompresses. He decides to just let his mind wander while letting the girls do… what are they doing?
He opens his eyes and starts to sit up, only to be met with June and Vaye making somewhat lewd faces looking down at him. He blinks, and makes his best ‘what are you doing?’ face, before finally registering that the weight he’s been feeling on his chest isn’t due to the mental stress, not anymore.
“You know Max… we’ve all been feeling a little… restless… without anything to do but listen to people all day… Especially since we know you feel the same way, would you be so kind as to help us get some exercise?” June grins and lowers her chest over Max’s head as she finishes, and he swallows somewhat nervously as he spots her right tit falling closer and closer to his face.
“I agree with June, you really should get some exercise yourself.” Vaye seconds June’s statement, and begins making a similar movement with her breasts.
Between both pairs of large tits and hard nipples slowly drifting down onto his head, his lower mind begins to take over his already highly emotional decision making process. Something he immediately realizes is what the three girls not in his sight were waiting for, and he feels two pairs of hands doing their best to tear off his pants, and the weight of the third body on his chest shifts downward, as if someone is bending over to lie flat on him.
“We agreed it was my turn to get some first tonight, since I won the bet. Ladies.” Setris announces her intention from atop Max, and he immediately starts shifting mental gears as fast as he can. He tries to poke Marra for advice on how they want to run things tonight, but only gets static in return.
“Nah-uh, no cheating with that trick, you’ll just have to be pleasantly surprised tonight.” Marra’s voice comes from off of the bed, and he registers the feeling of her hands caressing his right thigh.
“And don’t even think about trying to play favorites.” Kayle adds her usual anxious outburst as she starts mirroring Marra’s behavior.
Resigning himself to his new, breathless fate, Max closes his eyes as one of June’s breasts covers them, and opens his mouth to take on the other of June’s nipples to suckle on, and the moan the dark elf lets out sends a stiffening ripple down his body. He hears the sounds of two people kissing, which only heightens his awareness of his erection. He softly bites June’s breast around her nipple, and pulls downwards slowly as he massages the hard nipple with his tongue, feeling over the ever so slight dimple in its center with intense desire. The moan that June lets out is muffled enough for him to finally imagine the sight of June and Vaye kissing that must be happening right above him. His cock twitches as someone pokes its head, and he hears Setris giggling from on top of his chest, before she speaks.
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“June, don’t you dare take his mouth any more than you are right now. That tongue is mine till I can no longer think, you hear me?”
June starts to pull up off of Max’s face, and he makes sure to force her to do so while he’s still mouthing over her nipple, as payback for having his breath stolen by flesh-balloons, until she finally frees herself. Max barely has time to start breathing through his mouth again and open his eyes before something entirely new blocks his vision, in the form of Setris’s ass and pussy stretched out just inches above his face.
“Set, can we start yet?” Kayle asks, lust apparent in her voice, and Max wonders why exactly she’d ask, haven’t they already started?
“Just a moment…” Setris pushes herself backwards onto Max’s mouth, and he moves his arms to grab her sides as he opens his mouth to meet her waiting lower lips. The first thing he tastes as his tongue works aside her labia is a mixture of salty sweat and slightly sickly sweet wetness, and he finds her clit shortly by doing nothing more than moving downwards until he runs his tongue over the small bulb. Forcing her deeper onto his face with his hands, Max begins massaging Setris’s clit gently, occasionally pausing to kiss her pussy.
“I’m not waiting any longer!” Marra announces, and Max feels a warm mouth and tongue engulf his cock almost immediately after, a feeling which sends his hips twitching for a moment. She quickly pulls back off of it, and someone else takes it instead. “No fair Kayle! I got it first! I was just catching my breath!”
“Mrhmhmm!” Max feels the vibrations from Kayle’s attempted response as a brief but pleasurable massage from the tiefling’s long tongue wrapped around his manhood, causing him to accidentally bite Setris mid clit-kiss, which only makes her moan louder, albeit briefly.
“Girls, girls, move out of the way…” Vaye announces, and Max feels Kayle pull up off of his cock, teasing his tip gently with her tongue along the way. He feels something warm touch his tip, before the familiar feeling of Vaye’s warm walls wrapping around his cock and tightening sends his mind to a place that can no longer be considered ‘in control’. “It’s my turn first for the really good part.”
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Max opens his eyes to the light from the window hitting his face. At what point did I fall asleep? He asks himself internally, before the familiar face of a certain tiefling laying on top of him, and the familiar feeling of her legs wrapped around his chest answer that question. Accentuating the answer is the feeling of someone, likely June, holding his left arm between her breasts. The exposed parts his right hand can feel when he moves his fingers is doubtlessly Marra, which means the parasite gently humping his right leg in her sleep is Vaye, and the one his head is resting on top of is Setris. Now perfectly aware of all of their physical locations, he does his best to keep his dick down as he assesses the more important aspects of his own physical position.
Namely, from the fact that he feels completely and utterly physically exhausted, they must have been going for quite a while before he passed out. He probably passed out because, as usual, Kayle somehow managed to be the one on top of him when he finished, and as usual, had probably refused to move afterwards. How she manages to do that almost every time that Max isn’t the one on top of them is beyond him.
Regardless, the fact that it’s the sun waking him up and not Marra’s mental magic is not a good sign, though why it isn’t, he can’t remember just yet. Running over all of the information in his head is usually a fruitless endeavor, while Max knows he is smart, critical thinking skills are the sort of thing being in his current position causes one to lack. Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick- His brain finally hits on the piece of information he’s missing, and his body shoots straight upright, throwing Kayle off of his chest, ripping his arm out of June’s grasp, punching Marra in the thigh, and kneeing Vaye in the face in the process.
“HOLY SHIT! We missed the sunrise dungeon!”
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Max and party stand on the stone circle sticking out of what is definitely not a pond, but a swamp, covered in a variety of things. Not the least of which is all of the fluids none of them had the time to wash off in the mad sprint to get dressed to come out here, and an amazing amount of swampwater, plus the leeches Vaye was still picking off of her thigh. Max takes the time to look around the stone circle, trying to find any obvious puzzles or maybe anything that looks like a door, but finds nothing.
"I can see the spell imbued in it, but it's definitely not a dungeon with a weird circle door." Marra's voice announces as all turns to the wizard, he eyes glowing with an [Arcane Sight] spell. "Cuz it uses a teleportation spell to get in. I think this pad is just a giant stone block above the actual dungeon below the swamp."
"So how do we get in?" Vaye speaks up with a bit of frustration in her voice as the last leech is thrown into the swamp beyond. Really, this is what you get for refusing to wear armor or clothes over your midthighs. Max thinks, and he feels Marra's mental agreement.
"We could camp out here till next sunrise, maybe the villagers weren't lying about how it works." Setris's suggestion relies on 'other people being competent/trustworhy', so naturally Kayle starts to shut it down on principle.
"No way. We'd have better luck chucking explosions at the swamp and trying to break in before that would work." Max perks up at Kayle's suggestion, and starts to transmit a vague plan through the link.
"No." The girls all say in total unison, staring at him with intensity. However, over the course of the nexts several minutes of discussion, 'No' turns to 'Why not', which as Max predicts quickly becomes 'Maybe', then 'It would probably work', next comes 'we can try', then...
So that's why, thirty minutes later, Max stands ready to activate both Rage and Godsblood with his greataxe held in both hands, as Marra, Kayle, and Setris cast every bit of buffing magic they can on him and his axe, and June and Vaye sit down on the other end of the stone circle eating jerky and washing themselves off with a waterskin and spare cloth respectively.