Laentharyel's hot swollen folds were pulsating incessantly, drooling stream upon flowing stream of her syrupy nectar, drenching her shapely thighs in a continuous trickle of honey-scented girl-cum, It truly looked like the huntress was orgasming non-stop.

Assuming that such a reaction was due to the excessive dose of aphrodisiac elixir coursing through her system, Jadrik had a sudden intuition. Misguided though it seemed to him at first, a bizarre yet intriguing idea soon asserted itself in his keen mind as the only viable solution to save the elf from certain death.

Going out on a limb and gambling on the unfathomable biology of her race, Jadrik postulated that, if Laentharyel's pussy was still responding to the aphrodisiac, then maybe the rest of her barely breathing body might react to a tweaked and empowered version of the same alchemical substances. In theory, a potent and calibrated sexual stimulant might override the effects of the deadly knockout serum overdose that was making the elf's body shut down so drastically. Unless he was very much mistaken in his assumptions, the warlock imagined that he could indeed create a potion that might jolt the huntress's heart into beating regularly again, before it stopped forever.

Unorthodox as Jadrik's reasoning was, neither Shayla nor Uli could argue with its far-fetched yet plausible logic. Unable to come up with any better ideas, they agreed to let the warlock have a try. And so, hiding his own many misgivings about the whole thing and using his very sketchy alchemical knowledge to mix up some reagents and concoct an antidote of sorts, Jadrik started treating the dying elf with his highly experimental cure.

Minutes after the warlock began dosing the huntress with his hazardous aphrodisiac-based remedy, Aldarius returned to the inn.

Shocked and indignant at the sight of the comatose naked elf lying on Jadrik's bed while the warlock attempted to revive her by making her drink vial after vial of odd-looking liquids, the paladin protested in the name of everything sacred and holy. His speech of condemnation was inspired and vehement, it would have worked perfectly as a sermon back at the Temple of the Order of the Golden Shield, but the knight currently had a much tougher audience to convince.

Busy with flasks and reagents as they fussed around the catatonic elf, Jadrik and Shayla barely listened to Aldarius as he pronounced anathema after anathema upon the warlock, calling him a charlatan and a monster for choosing drugs and alchemy over prayers to save the huntress's life. For his part, busy as he was cursing himself and stomping around the room while punishingly beating his own barrel-like chest with his ham-sized fists, Uli hadn't even noticed Aldarius's arrival at all.

Ignored and confused by his companions' persistently baffling behavior, scandalized by Jadrik's methods yet not experienced enough in the healing arts to be of any actual help, the paladin soon stormed out of the inn. Brimming with righteous fury but not really sure what to do about it, Aldarius eventually chose to seek guidance from the Gods of Light and went to pray at the local church, where he spent the night in solemn vigil, much to everybody's relief.

As Jadrik administered the antidote to the seemingly lifeless huntress, monitoring her reactions with apparent calm while actually having very little idea of what might happen to her, Uli kept plummeting deeper and deeper in his grim despair.

Shaken and angry, the dwarf just kept crying bitterly and pulling at his double-braided beard, berating himself loudly and profusely for blowing the perfect chance to fuck the blondest, slimmest, perkiest pointy-eared maiden he had ever seen. The stocky warrior was so upset and fixated on somehow getting his hands on the dying elven beauty anyway that he repeatedly demanded to be allowed to at least lap up the overflowing dribbles of sweet girl-cum leaking uninterruptedly out of Laentharyel's throbbing, hairless slit.

In order to distract the pussy-maddened dwarf and let the warlock try to cure the elf in peace, Shayla had to suck Uli off to two subsequent torrential climaxes just to take the edge off his temporary sexual insanity, so that he could calm down enough to be reasoned with. After managing to pacify the dwarf a bit with her exquisite blowjobs, seeing that Uli still wasn't his usual self just yet, the wizardess decided that more drastic measures were required. Licking the last globs of the warrior's dense cum off her luscious lips, Shayla went to call Miry.

As the wizardess expected, the innkeeper's daughter willingly accepted the task of cheering Uli up and keeping him busy for the rest of the night. Smiling impishly, the tavern girl giggled with excitement as she took the disconsolate but still massively erect dwarf by his big coarse hands and led him to her own bedroom.

As the morose warrior lay back on Miry's bed, grumbling out his dour self -hatred and his grudging regret, the perky girl deftly settled herself on his lap and rested an open palm on his broad torso. Wiggling her tiny heart-shaped ass while she straddled Uli's powerfully muscled thighs, Miry purred with anticipation as she reached back with her free hand.

The dwarf's beefy erection was still slippery with Shayla's spittle as the tavern girl grabbed it and squeezed it possessively in her small fist. Cooing at the feel of his hefty shaft throbbing against her slender fingers, Miry aligned Uli's impressively large boner with the entrance of her greedy little butthole. The innkeeper's daughter felt dizzy with arousal as her twitching rosebud pulsated excitedly at the mere contact with the warrior's bloated, bulbous tip.

Relaxing her experienced sphincter and biting her lips as she guided his saliva-slick glans inside her wanton pucker, Miry slowly but inexorably impaled her dick-starved anus on Uli's robust shaft, gobbling inch after massively thick inch into her asshole until nothing but his swollen balls were left outside her clingy, overdilated orifice. Then, after giving herself a few minutes to adjust and savor the breathtaking, butt-cramming presence of that fat pole buried to the hilt inside her warm rectum, the tavern girl started riding the dwarf's stiff boner with her ass.

For hours, as Jadrik and Shayla tended to the comatose elf, Miry bounced her taut little rump on the dwarf's extra girthy tool, massaging him and milking him within her snug anal tunnel, loving every minute of that ass -stretching sodomy. Taking him deep in her insatiable rectum over and over again like the consummated buttslut that she was, the horny girl relentlessly swallowed Uli's meaty rod into her eager anus with undisguised gusto, moaning and diddling her clit to climax after roaring climax as she slid her dick-squeezing sphincter up and down that rock-hard, ass-plugging pole.

The tavern girl's smooth warm bowels were thoroughly flooded with gooey dwarven ejaculate and the warrior's groin was drenched in her gushing nectar by the time they both finally collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated.

Even though the innkeeper's daughter had managed to dull his tenacious desperation somehow, Uli still mumbled and grumbled in his uneasy sleep. Miry, on the other hand, snored softly by the warrior's side, tightly cuddled up against his stocky frame. Her head rested peacefully on his powerful chest and a thin smile was painted on her sleeping face as a profusion of sticky, pearly rivulets of dense dwarven cum bubbled out of her obscenely gaping asshole.

Uli might have been the first dwarf she had ever buttfucked, but there was no doubt in Miry's happily dreaming mind that he would not be the last. Sener

Nuch to everybody's shock, the warlock's most of all, the beautiful elf not only survived the night but also regained consciousness moments after daybreak without any apparent permanent damage.

Upon awakening, Laentharyel stated that she didn't remember much about the previous night, except for fighting zombies in the village graveyard and being injured at some point. She vaguely recalled being brought to the local priest to be healed and then later being offered some sort of beverage, maybe, but her memories were hazy and made totally unreliable by the obliterating sense of blankness born of her recent coma.

When Jadrik asked her how she felt beside the wooziness, the huntress blinked her big, slanted green eyes and shrugged her shoulders, replying that she was feeling fine but sort of weird, She was flushed, unfocused and, to her own surprise, quite tingly between her legs.

Shayla and Jadrik looked at each other at that, sharing a quick but meaningful glance. Choosing to avoid the subject entirely, the wizardess busied herself gathering the elf's tight leather trousers and dark-green blouse while the warlock coughed and looked away, avoiding the huntress's glinting gaze as he fumbled through some sort of explanation about the cure she had been dosed with.

After telling Laentharyel that random peaks of arousal and bouts of uncontrollable sexual desire were possible side-effects of the alchemical remedies he had administered to save her from certain death, Jadrik trailed off, remaining vague as to the actual reasons behind her collapse.