And in the beds were the torn-up bodies. But they weren’t those of my party. They were more corpses we’d taken from the cocoons and hidden in the beds to fool the council traitors. My party members were hiding on the roof.
Now, the council traitors who had served the Blood God were all dead, killed by both my war-spiders and Layna’s. We had triumphed. I would have passage for my army through Aith, and Layna was the undisputed ruler of the city, having purged the Council of Aith of all traitorous elements.
It was still dark when I brought down my party from the roof, and I went up to find Layna after our victory. She was grateful for my help but declined my offer to celebrate with her at this moment. Apparently, she had a lot to sort out, having completely rearranged the political landscape of Aith in a matter of minutes. She did urge me to celebrate, though, and this was something I fully intended to do. I needed a bit of fun before marching my army through Aith toward the castle of the Frost Giants, the Jotunn.
Since the beds were pretty much wrecked from what had just happened, Layna’s servants assigned some new chambers to my party. We were now split up, but that didn’t matter. My party members could sleep in peace with the traitors neutralized.
I ended up in a chamber with Rami-Xayon and Isu. My earlier idea entered the forefront of my mind. The one that involved certain ways to resolve the conflict between them. Without making any announcements about my plans, I retrieved a pot of spider-root tea and brought it to our chamber.
“A great victory calls for a bit of a celebration, right, ladies?” I said to them.
“It’s been a very long time since I last had spider-root tea,” Isu said, “and it’s one of the things I missed most about Aith. I’ll gladly share some with you, Vance.”
“Excellent,” I said. “And what about you Rami-Xayon?”
“It would be my pleasure,” she said with a grin. “I’ve heard great things about it.”
We each had a cup of the tea. It had a pleasant taste, with a slightly sour edge to it. I began to notice the effects only a minute or two after finishing my cup: a sense of lightness coming over me, along with a general contentment. I wasn’t intoxicated though. My mind was sharp. Everything was simply lighthearted and funny.
I also started to notice something else. Isu and Rami-Xayon, who were already incredibly beautiful, were starting to look even more irresistible. And the happy feeling from the tea seemed to be pooling in a very specific part of my anatomy.
I took a seat between Rami-Xayon and Isu, who were sitting on either side of a large sofa, draping my right arm around Rami-Xayon’s shoulders and my left around Isu’s.
“I know that there’s some bad blood between the two of you,” I said. “I know it goes back a long way too, and it involves some very painful memories. But in the interests of defeating a very powerful foe, I think it’s time to put your differences aside. Forgive and forget, heal old wounds… and make up.”
I could see sexual hunger gleaming in each woman’s eyes as I looked at them in turn. The tea was having the same effect on them as it was on me.
“How do you propose we put our differences aside and ‘make up,’ as you call it?” Isu asked, smiling slyly.
“How about you make out to make up,” I suggested with a shrug.
This idea would previously have thrown Rami-Xayon into a rage, but the glow of our recent victory over the Council of Aith—which had only been possible because she and Isu had worked together so brilliantly—combined with the effects of the tea, made her see the question from a different perspective.
“You’re right, Vance,” she said. “I’ve held this grudge for too long, and to tell you the truth, I think I’ve always been far too hard on Isu for her part in the Purge.”
“Well, go on,” I said to Rami-Xayon, “show Isu that you’ve forgiven her.”
The two of them locked eyes, and I watched as they moved closer together, their faces drawn closer to each other like a pair of lodestones. In front of my face, they closed their eyes and pressed their lips together and started kissing passionately, each with one hand resting on my legs. The moment they started doing this, moaning into each other’s mouths as they made out mere inches from my face, a surge of hot blood rushed into my cock.
This night was just getting better and better.
They gasped and grunted, their kisses becoming more passionate with every passing second. It was amazing just watching this girl-on-girl loving right in front of me. But I’d never been content with merely watching.
I reached up, cupping one of Isu’s breasts in one hand, and one of Rami-Xayon’s in the other. They shuddered with pleasure at my touch and let out long, slow moans as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. My cock throbbing with eagerness, I massaged their breasts in my hands. Rami-Xayon’s small but pert tit in one hand and Isu’s big, round breast in the other. Variety is the spice of life, as the old saying goes, and I was definitely enjoying the variety of tits I had to play with at this moment.
“I think we’re all overdressed for the occasion.” I smiled as I continued to fondle their breasts. “You both know me, and you know I like things to be… informal.”
Finally, their mouths parted, each breathing hard, chests heaving, and eyes smoldering with raw lust.
“I agree,” Isu gasped and practically ripped her dress in half in desperate haste to remove it.
“Overdressed,” Rami-Xayon panted, nodding, “yes,
