Again.

Remember the plot is FAR harder to write than the sex. Well unless I get 
lovey-dovey sappy-wappy WAFFly. In which case I'll go running and screaming back 
to the plot. ^^

This one and the one before have only been written/started really to add 
suspense to the basement section of the main body. AND because I need to 
distract my brain from hunting down game cd's that have poofed out of existense.

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                           Because I have nothing better to do Productions
                                     An Eldrick Tobin project
                              From "It makes sense in my head" Theater
                                        A story of The Arc

                                        Demons With Drama
                                           Track Two:

                                         Chorus of Fate
                                   FMV - 02 A Bird in the Hand

She wasted no time. She had his breeches down in no time flat and was purring as 
she began. She had to clamp onto Arhden to make sure he wouldn't squirm. He 
wasn't used tothe purring she was doing and it was messing with his mind.

The bell around her neck wasn't helping much either. On every up or down stop it 
would jingle. It might have been cuter had she not also been pawwing at her own 
breasts. Every now and again Quesy would pull her mouth off and lick her saliva 
which had mixed with his fluids, off of his manly rod.

Valeria just watched with a big smile on her face. A look of embarassed shock 
with complete interest AND blissful contentment at war as character and player 
struggled for control of the face. Contentment won out.

Jingle Jingle jingle went the carolling bell on Miss Soggybotham's neck. Slide 
slide slide went Her hand under her outfit. Up and down and up again she went 
at a frenetic pace. Further in the forest a similar pace could be heard as the 
weretiger Nails pumped his member with both hands as he watched in voyeuristic 
glee.

Down... up... purr... slurp... again and again she went. She could feel Arhden 
tensing... and sense Nails near overload as well. Then due to all this pressure 
and her own hands at work.... she meowed her pleasure... and both men went off.

The interface had fun with that... Nails sending signals of fluids pumping at 
rocket pace out of his two handed sword... and Quesy suckling semi hungrily and 
giggly at Arhden's ejaculatory antics. To her ears... Elven words were silly 
sounding apparently.

Arhden panted and lay back finally as Quesy cleaned herself up. Quite the event 
to watch certainly. She was as dexterous as a circus contortionist.

Before anyone knew it she was pleasuring herself. Her tongue darting into 
herself as her leg bobbed in the air to the rhythm. Though humanoid she was 
proving just how much that term was loose.

She made little noises here and there... as she worked at it like it was an itch 
she had to scratch. Valeria leaned over and worked one hand on Arhden's torch 
and Arhden danced around with his hand on her cave entrance. Quietly they all 
played with themselves and each other. There was a real sense from the scene 
that this was as natural as breathing. Which as you might well guess... was 
being donw as if to make up for years in the womb. Nails even found himself hard 
at work once again as the sounds of Quesy's ecstacy were reaching him quite 
easily.

Over the distance she soon heard him answering. They were perfectly in sync. 
One's imagination could picture them with each other... thrust by thrust grind 
by grind. And these same images must have occurred to them as soon Nails made a 
strangled sound as he and his mate-to-be both orgasmed in unison.

Arhden and Valeria were not much later from then.

The forest had a warm glow to it as everyone looked around in their ardor.

Valeria licked the last drop off of her hand and said,"Well that was fun."