66. Party Time

Flames crackled in the hearth in a way that you have never before experienced, and it's a small thing that is reminding you of how far you have come in a short time. A month ago and you were just a Drakeling, living in a cave. Hoarding shiny things and hiding from adventuring Heroes.

Around you, the party flows. Chunks of meat, spiced with unmentionables that you have no intention of divining, have long since been devoured. Charlemagne is sat, swaying gently, on the second barrel of ale. Your lair lacks cups, ad the goblin chef took it upon himself to use his ladle to serve the drink into mouths directly. As the guardian of said ladle, he looked to be quite drunk, even defaulting back to goblin-speak when you last visited him, abandoning his unusual eloquence. Mercy and a very red faced Amanda are sat at the tall table, giggling around the only two tankards that the currently very green dryad has coaxed from the trunk of her tree. Every few seconds one or the other of them looks over to you and the giggling begins again. You stop looking over when you see Mercy making a series of very explicit hand gestures and apparently sketching something on the table in front of a furiously red Amanda. Sapphire and Feathers vanished some time ago. Your own thoughts are... pleasantly muzzled, although the bitter taste of the drink left you somewhat underwhelmed, and you left the majority of the drinking to your minions.

Charlemagne finally overbalances, slumping backwards over the barrel and starting to snore. Notch-ear, one of the female goblins, staggers upright.

“Keeper of Ale has fallen!” she slurs. Maybe their small stature is making the alcohol hit them harder. The gobliness moves to reach for the ladle, but before she can get more than a step, Jack is holding it aloft.

“Long live the new Keeper!” he shouts. “Kobolds first! Goblins to the back of the queue!”

This outburst is greeted by ragged cheers from the kobolds, and outraged cries from the goblins. One Eye lets out a warcry that's picked up by the other goblins, and the War of the Ladle begins in earnest. You tune out the crashes and bangs as the kobolds stage a fighting retreat towards the kitchens, and slip out of the hall with Amanda's giggling echoing in your ears.

It's... nice. To do this, something that even a week ago you would have seen as a waste of time and resources. To live without fear, if only for an evening, and let your minions experience feasting, and drinking. Things that even the largest cities of kobolds or tribes of goblins experience rarely.

You're not sure where your feet are taking you, and you have nowhere in particular to be, so you let your mind wander as your feet do. There's a lot to think about. What sort of demonic horrors were going to come knocking now that you had a full week of extra attraction? If your workers are any indication, some sort of imp-thing is already on the way. A second floor is coming too, you're only putting it off right now because it seems a waste to work while the party is still going, and who knows what that will do.

You've wandered to the entrance hall, awash with moonlight and the sound of rushing water. For a moment, the view of rolling forest quiets your mind. You take a breath, the chill air filling you. A second breath, slow and deep, carrying the scents of snow melt; mountain flowers; lush, green trees and -

Rot.

The smallest hint, a grain of salt in a glass of water. Gone in a moment. But for that moment, the chittering, rotting, corrupt, sick...

And then its gone. Several more breaths are needed before you can convince yourself that the smell is truly gone.

That sickness is far away. It was an unlucky gust, nothing more.

You shiver. The cold moonlight is no longer so welcoming, and you turn to return to the party. Until you are distracted once more, by a noise. Faint, but you could have sworn you heard the sound of flesh striking flesh, a punch or slap perhaps? After several seconds listening, it doesn't seem to repeat and you shrug it off. And then you hear it again. Coming from the tunnel to the goblin town.

Curious.

You're forced to step over a small bloodstain to enter the first cave, and beyond you can see evidence of Feathers' fight with the Hero. The walls are cracked, the floor pitted and scratched.

The sound again, louder now, and almost immediately repeated. And followed by a... moan?

Oh. Well then.

You furrow your brow. The only people missing from the party are...

You'd raise your eyebrows if you had them.

You emerge into the goblin's village to find it deserted. But now you can hear another sound. Slow, rhythmic. You grin, and creep up the stairs until you can peak into the second chamber of the town.

There, at the highest point of the cave, in the nest of furs that Feathers constructed, are your wayward champions.

“Mmm, you like that?”

Sapphire's voice is familiar but... there's a cadence to it that isn't. A confidence.

“Mmph”

Feathers' voice is less recognisable, but you can see why. Her mouth had been filled with what looks like cloth, with a thin loop of string reaching around the back of her head keeping it in place as an improvised gag. More string bound the chieftainess' arms behind her back so that her face was rubbing against the furs on the floor. Behind her stands Sapphire, with her tail twisted under her body between her legs. The improvised appendage is gliding in and out of Feathers' dripping pussy, the pseudo-cock dragging more moans from her as it slowly fills her over and over. The shape, thicker at the 'base' and tapering to a point, seems to be no impediment to the two of them. Indeed, even as you watch Feathers' lips stretch around the intrusion, she shudders and twitches as the scaled lumps that sit on the top of Sapphire's tail rub past the gobliness' clit.

Sapphire throws her head back, one hand coming down to swat at Feathers' ass and sending it jiggling, accompanied by a muffled squeal. Her other hand is between her legs, toying with her own pussy. Her eyes are closed as she shudders through her own orgasm, and you're forced to concede that a real penis would come with some disadvantages- As soon as Sapphires eyes open again she returns to the tortuous slow fucking.

Feathers' eyes roll, and she turns her head – only to stare right into your eyes. She squeaks in alarm, her words stopped by the gag. It's enough to make Sapphire look over to you too, and for a moment the three of you stand in frozen tableaux. Several emotions cross over Sapphire's face – alarm, followed quickly by... shame? And then a spark of defiance. Does she think you're somehow against this?

You smile at her. “Having fun?”

She relaxes at your words, and gives you a hesitant nod. Feathers moans around her gag, staring at you as Sapphire pushes back into her, her own fingers restarting their dance. Sapphire turns to you and starts to speak, as if she isn't currently railing the normally serious and in control barbarian, which seems to be just the right level of disregard to immediately send her into another orgasm.

“You don't need to worry sir,” she flashes you a smile, “I'll still be yours when you want me, however you want me. But since Mercy showed up... I've been wanting to try something new. And Feathers,” spank, “is always willing to try something new. I think she's enjoying it, don't you?”

You spare another look at the shaking gobliness.

“Yes, I'd say so. Not what I expected her liking to be quite honest.”

Sapphire smiles at you and picks up the pace, driving a low groan from her bound lover.

“Everyone needs to lose control sometimes. Or,” she gestures at herself, and then at you, “get it, I guess.”

You nod, raising your voice slightly be heard over the sounds of smacking flesh. “Well, you've now gone and got me thoroughly horny, so I'll be going to take care of that. You two have fun. If you put something in her ass she cums till she loses her mind. Toodles!”

And with that, you pull back and walk away, leaving a considering Sapphire staring down at the grunting and bucking Feathers beneath her.

As you leave the caves behind you, you're met with more sounds of slapping flesh. The pool room looks like it's devolved into an interspecies orgy, with goblins and kobolds alike tasting the talents of the other.

You shake your head. Horniest dungeon ever indeed.

You step through them, headed back towards the mess hall to find the others, but you pause. Your eye drawn to the stairs down to the cells. The cells where one of your companions has been living without complaint. The fire in your blood cools. Maybe you should accelerate your plans for the second floor.

With a sigh, you turn away from the surrounding sex and make your way into the arena.

You hit yes, not giving yourself any time to think.

And then another pop-up pops up, bursting through the remnants of the last. A fair blue crackle fuzzes the words for a moment, before it stabilises.

You blink. This isn't what you expected. Maybe doing this after a drink wasn't the best idea. As if sensing your confusion, another window leaps into place to the side of the first. It shudders momentarily and then words spill across its surface, as if someone was writing it in real time.

You frown. As much as hiding sounds good, it's as you said the Sapphire all that time ago. This is a dungeon. Death has no hold on you any more. And killing Heroes is how you will grow stronger. You bap your hand against Proud Bastion, and the window vanishes with an audible pop, only to be replaced a moment later as the walls around you groan. Shrieks come from the orgy-room, and not the fun kind. You wince.

The new pop up is larger, practically overflowing with information.

You smile.

Short smut scene. It was going to be larger but as I mentioned last week I'm not in the right headspace for it right now, and trying to force it produces hot garbage. Hopefully by keeping this one short it's avoided the worst of that.

Anyway, a huge thank you to my patreons NA, Lictor Magnus, Spockk Kirkk, Un Casualsniper, and Tyrant615. You guys let me get my partner a Dominoes for our anniversary paid for entirely by smut!