"So..." the elf slowly ventured, her soft silvery voice sounding clear and melodious even after her recent near-death experience, “I had a concussion, yes? I was almost killed during the fight with the zombies but you cured me, didn't you? It all seems so confused... I really don't remember much about last night."

Realizing that Laentharyel had no precise recollection at all of the overdose that Uli had inflicted on her, the warlock chose to keep his mouth shut and let the huntress believe whatever she wanted to believe. The way he saw it, the truth was overrated most of the time anyway.

"Yeah, well, it's probably better if you don't remember... I mean, you know, the memory of traumatic events may scar you deep inside, and you don't want any of that, I'm sure!" Jadrik muttered, trying to smile convincingly as he ran a hand through his mop of unruly brown hair.

Taking in Laentharyel's perky tits and long naked legs as she jumped out of bed and deftly put on the clothes that Shayla was handing her, the warlock concluded with a shrug: “All that matters now is that you're alright. Well, more or less alright..

In answer to the elf's questions about the tingling sensation in her genital area and her heightened feelings of excitement, Jadrik assured Laentharyel that her current state of fluxing arousal would stabilize soon enough. In truth, the warlock had no idea when the huntress's libido might return to normal, or, for that matter, if it ever would at all.

His best guess was that the enhanced and altered aphrodisiac elixir that had saved Laentharyel's life and that was still coursing through her veins would eventually be processed by her body, but then again, elven physiology was not the warlock's field of expertise. Jadrik was quite sure that there would be some short-term effects, most likely a few moments of extreme horniness here and there, but for the time being, apart from waiting and seeing, there wasn't much left to do.

Later that morning, after they shared a hearty breakfast, Laentharyel announced that she was willing to join the companions, if they'd let her. Instantly, Uli yelled out in enthusiastic assent, accepting the elf into their party before anyone could say anything else. Smiling somewhat awkwardly at the dwarf, the huntress nodded in thanks, pledging her bow and her skills as a tracker and sniper to the companions’ cause,

Bound by honor and gratitude, Laentharyel felt that helping the companions in their quest was the least she could do to repay them for saving her life. Besides, her former adventuring buddies had all died during the zombie attack, except for one who had thrown away his shield and sword in the middle of the battle and started running away, screaming out how sorely he regretted having quit his depressing and uneventful job as a dishwasher in the Capitol to become an adventurer.

The addition of the blonde huntress to their party brought Uli unbound joy. Already past the previous night's self-hatred and guilt about almost killing her, the dwarf was all over Laentharyel from the moment they left the inn headed for the Chapel of Red Spires. Of course, his tenacious obsession with the graceful elf hadn't stopped Uli from groping and fondling Miry's skirt-clad ass until they checked out and bid the tavern girl farewell, but even then the dwarf's flinty gray eyes were trained incessantly on the huntress all the while.

After leaving the village behind, the group progressed through the hilly countryside and into the woods, riding past the last remote farms and entering the first patches of truly untamed wilderness since they had started their journey. Through it all, the burly warrior did not leave the elf alone for a second.

Always riding beside her, caressing her smooth arms and touching her perky little butt at any possible chance, Uli talked to Laentharyel non-stop, submerging her in a grumbling, guffawing, booming torrent of heavily accented chatter. He told her how much faster she would become experienced now that she was adventuring with real pros like them, how much safer she would be with him and his axe watching over her, how many interesting things they could do together to pass the time, and so on and so forth.

The dwarf's crude and transparent seduction techniques made Jadrik and Shayla snicker and roll their eyes, but what did seem truly curious were the huntress's reactions to Uli‘'s blunt flirtations.

From the moment they left the inn, Laentharyel was completely overwhelmed by Uli's suffocating attentions and blatantly lecherous intents, but, to her own surprise, she didn't rebuff him once. Her only mild protest, uttered in her bright singsong voice between the dwarf's rumbling rants and unrefined advances and groping caresses, was the request that he stop calling her ‘lassie’ and that he use her full name instead, or just Laeny, if he preferred,

Of course Uli didn't stop calling her ‘lassie’ at all, but again, the huntress didn't seem too bothered by it. In truth, far from dwelling on the innate disdain that her people held for the randy warrior's unrefined, stumpy, mine-digging race, Laentharyel found herself enjoying the thrill of being felt up and looked at and lusted after by Uli. Observing all that, Jadrik had no doubt that the aftereffects of his cure were the main reason why the svelte and effortlessly elegant elf hadn't pincushioned the horny dwarf's stocky body with arrows already.

Laeny's alchemically induced state of arousal didn't manifest itself only passively though. While Uli‘s calloused hands ‘accidentally’ ended up fondling her heart-shaped ass and cupping her firm pointy tits every other minute, the elf girl couldn't seem to stop looking insistently at Shayla.

Used to spending long periods of time patrolling the endless forests of her elven homeland in the company of one or two of her fellow huntresses from the Shadow Sentinels’ Sisterhood, Laentharyel had always thought it normal and natural to have sex with other women, even though she did consider men to be quite a pleasant diversion from her lesbian preferences. The gorgeous human wizardess, so curvy and lush, with her big bouncy tits and her plump juicy ass, was just as enticingly exotic and attractive to the elf as her own delicate, toned physique was irresistible to Uli.

Hazy with alchemical lust as Laeny was and further excited by the dwarf's relentless attentions, it didn't take long for Shayla and Jadrik to notice the huntress's undisguised stares of longing toward the wizardess. Whenever he noticed the elf's luminous green eyes lingering on Shayla's huge jutting boobs and meaty bubble-butt, Jadrik never failed to grin and wink at his adored slut, who chuckled back at him, shrugging her shoulders and puffing out her buxom chest to teasingly give Laentharyel a nice view of her jiggly cleavage as they rode ahead into the woods.

Their first day of travel with their new party member wasn't even over before the warlock got a better understanding of just how deeply the elf had been affected by his unorthodox alchemical therapy. They had stopped at a crossroads and Shayla was quarreling heatedly with Aldarius, when, throwing back his hood with a grumpy groan after another failed attempt at taking a nap while riding his horse, Jadrik suddenly realized that Uli and Laentharyel were nowhere to be found.

As the warlock looked around, baffled by the disappearance of the elf and the dwarf, Shayla kept yelling at Aldarius, Waving a well detailed map of the woods in his helmeted face, the wizardess was futilely trying to convince her inexperienced yet stubborn fiance that the road less traveled by and the one everybody took would eventually lead to the very same place, except that the well traveled path would be the more practical choice, safer for them and easier for the horses.

Inflexible and plain dumb as ever, the paladin countered that the road not taken, shunned by common travelers, must perforce be the one that true heroes should choose. Needless to say, since he considered himself the quintessential paragon of heroism, Aldarius was adamant about taking the road less traveled by, regardless of the perfectly unnecessary inconveniences and potential dangers that such a decision would cause,

As the fight between Shayla and Aldarius went on, Jadrik left the two of them at the crossroads and doubled back, looking for Uli and Laentharyel.

The warlock didn't have to go too far before he saw Uli's mule and Laeny's horse peacefully grazing under a tree by the side of the road. Dismounting and tying his own horse with his companions' steeds, Jadrik moved deeper into the woods. Just a few yards further, the warlock saw some movement among the bushes ahead, complemented by an unmistakable mix of deep grunts and high-pitched squeals underlined by the fleshy sound of skin clapping rhythmically against naked skin.

Stepping closer, Jadrik parted the verdant curtain of shrubs and branches that blocked his view, revealing a small clearing among the trees. The warlock couldn't help but grin as he took in the sight before him: down on all fours on the fragrant grass, with her sweet round ass tilted up and her head thrown back in pleasure, Laentharyel was getting fucked hard from behind by a grunting, overexcited Uli.

The huntress's tight-fitting leather pants were bunched around her toned calves and her dark-green blouse was open and pushed up to her slim shoulders, allowing the dwarf's calloused fingers to pinch and tweak her turgid rosy nipples as he mounted her like his life depended on it, stretching out her hairless little slit with his rock-hard and exceptionally wide dick. Judging by the streaks of glinting nectar that trickled down Laeny's creamy thighs and by the way she tossed her flowing blonde mane around in time with Uli's vigorous thrusts, there was no doubt that the elf was loving every minute of their wild coupling.