Worthy Core

After the evening chat had run down and people took to their bedrolls for the night, Grizza was doing his best to find some rest. Beatrice and Roxxy had taken first shift on watch, although technically the elemental was on every shift, given that she couldn't sleep if she wanted to without going into an extended rock-like hibernation. The drider was on second shift so it was important to catch as much sleep as he could, but it wasn't an easy task considering that their bedrolls could only do so much to make up for the hard stone flooring. Any progress he did make towards that task however was ruined when Taly slipped into his tent and tapped the man on the shoulder.

"Hey there, handsome. Not fallen asleep already, I hope?"

Given that it doesn't sound like there's any danger, the Mage is half tempted to pretend that he had, but instead with a groan he pulls himself back up. "Not so much, no. Is there something I can help you with?"

The roguish woman grins. "As a matter of fact, there is. So, I'm sure you've noticed by now that my sister has a...pretty unique class, yeah?"

Grizza has to chuckle at the question. "That's putting it mildly. In my experience most Cleric-derived classes don't vary much aside from a unique spell or two. Sely's meanwhile does seem to be one of those with more of, how should I put it...a complete lifestyle adjustment?"

Taly chuckles along. "That's one way of putting it. And part of that is what we need your help with. You see, a Masochist requires a special kind of...ah, 'training' in order to fully recharge its most powerful abilities. She can do some on her own, typical pain-tolerance exercises and the like, and I help her out with those from time to time, but we were hoping maybe you'd be willing to lend a hand tonight? With a bit of a more...advanced exercise routine."

Grizza narrows his eyes, feeling a bit cautious about where exactly this is going. "What sort of help does this involve, exactly?"

Taly rests a finger on her lips. "Well, let me put it this way." Her grin turns devious. "I asked Beatrice for a bit of privacy tonight, so she and Roxxy are keeping watch a hallway away for a few hours. And..." This time she leans closer, almost whispering in the drider's ear. "We'd really appreciate it if you'd wear the ears for this."

Grizza hesitates for a moment, seriously considering turning the odd sisters down. Even with her intentions more clear, engaging in masochism on either side isn't exactly a road down which his interests have ever traveled before. Still, he can't deny a certain curiosity about where exactly the night might go. And it's possible the rogue isn't actually bluffing about this being useful for Sely's combat abilities, as some Cleric functions are known to be rather esoteric depending on how unusual their patron deities might be. "...One moment, I'll just need to find them."

A minute of bag-searching later, Taly is leading Grizza over to the sisters' tent and he finds himself wondering a little about how he'll actually fit inside to 'help' Sely, in whatever method they have planned. Grizza's tent is three times the size of any of the others given his naturally over-sized form, and he doubts he'd manage to work his way into the smaller model without bringing the whole thing down around him. Taly is a step ahead of him, though - she quickly undoes the anchor points holding down the closer side of the tent, and folds back the entire thing, leaving it as more of a hanging blanket. The new configuration also makes it a good backdrop to the sight that takes Grizza's breath from him for a moment, as sitting on the ground, trussed up like a festival feast, is a Divine Masochist wearing nothing but a very complex-looking set of ropes and knots. She's sitting on her legs in something of a fetal position, but with her arms tied behind her back as she faces towards him. Her long blond hair, usually left to hang loose, has been done up in a tight braid extending down between her bare shoulder blades. Meanwhile a particularly knotted piece of rope is wrapped around her face as an improvised gag, but the look in her eyes as she gazes Grizza's way makes it clear she's glad to see him.

For his part, Grizza's not entirely sure how to respond. "This is ah...a very impressive bit of ropework. Part of the training, is it?"

Taly laughs. "I've picked up a few tricks over the years. I can tell that you're perhaps not quite familiar with this sort of fun, so if you like I can start things off and set the mood? I've gotten some practice at that, as well." She leans in closer, whispering again. "I'll take out the gag in a moment. Her safe word is 'dragon's balls', f-y-i. And before you go getting too excited, handsome, I'm just playing support. Tonight's about Sely...and you, of course." Grizza nods, but before he can respond further he finds Taly half-wrapped around him, one arm around his back and stroking his side, while the other begins to slip into his sash. She then starts to pull at the knot keeping it tied around his waist, but first looks up into his eyes. "May I?" Again, Grizza can only find it in himself to nod.

With a single swift motion the sash is pulled away, and Grizza's manhood is revealed. It's not yet fully erect, but getting there, the long piece of pink flesh twitching and rising further second by second. The drider wonders for a moment if Taly is about to take it in hand despite her earlier words, but instead she moves to her sister. Grabbing hold of the blonde's braid, she roughly pulls Sely to her knees and brings her Grizza's way, showing off how the Masochist's already-impressive tits have been further emphasized by the ropes wrapped closely around them. Taly begins to speak again then, and the voice that comes from her lips sounds entirely unlike the cheerful, quick-to-laugh woman Grizza's been traveling with these past few days. "Are you ready to get to work, whore?"

Sely nods, her eyes fixed on Taly's, but not for long as the raven-haired sister presses Sely's face into Grizza's groin. The drider's rapidly-engorging cock rubs itself against Sely's left cheek, and Taly continues to slightly pull Sely's hair back and forth, using her sister's face to arouse the drider further. "This is the instrument that will punish you tonight, slut. It will gag you, strike you, and stretch you. Prepare yourself." Taking Grizza's hand, she passes the braid to him, motioning for him to hold it tightly. "Keep a tight grip on the slut, sir, while I make her ready." As she kneels down to begin loosening Sely's gag, Grizza can't help but feel like he should be a little more in control of the situation. As it is, he wonders if he really is nothing more than a handsome 'instrument' for the sisters - or at least one of them - to get themselves off with.

As odd as the feeling is, though, he can't say he feels exactly upset about that.

Once the healer's gag is removed, Taly leans in close and begins to slip a pair of fingers into Sely's mouth. She presses them in firmly, deeply, and at first Grizza wonders if it's merely an act of simulated fellatio. As slight gagging sounds emanate from her mouth, however, he realizes it's a little more practical than that - Taly is testing her sister's gag reflex. Apparently satisfied, she pulls her fingers back from Sely's lips and wipes them off on the healer's cheek, before taking back hold of her braid from Grizza. Looking up at the Mage, she asks another question. "This slut is ready to offer her first hole to you. May I guide her? The training of a Divine Masochist requires a...firm hand."

Now fully, painfully erect, Grizza nods back. "I, ah...defer to your expertise. Please, do." Turning back to Sely, Taly begins to push her face towards Grizza's rigid flesh, but aims for the side of the shaft rather than directly at it.

"Taste what has been offered to you, cockwhore. Appreciate this fine meal before it goes down your gullet." Sticking out her tongue, Sely runs her way along the bottom and side of Grizza's shaft as Taly pushes her back and forth alongside it. Sely's own face becomes nearly as messy as the sleek phallus in the process, with Taly intentionally making sure the quickly-lubricating cock brushes against her cheek as often as possible. After a dozen or so repetitions Taly pulls her sister back, and this time lines her up properly. On the next push, Grizza's cock slides directly through her wide-open lips, the thin pink tip pressing its way into her throat almost immediately. While the wide-flared base of the drider's manhood is perhaps a bit much for her jaw, the length is sufficient to reach the full way regardless, and a sadistic smile crosses Taly's face as Sely begins to choke.

"Now...it's time to really test your limits." Once again she begins to push Sely's head back and forth, providing the force as Grizza facefucks her sister, and each time pressing her just a little bit closer to Grizza's stomach. Sely never does manage to wrap her mouth around the entire thing, but once Taly sees she's gone as far as she can, she swaps from back-and-forth motions to simply holding her down against Grizza for as long as possible. Even with the loss of motion, Grizza finds himself no less stimulated thanks to the efforts Sely's tongue begins to make alongside the bottom of his shaft, and the twitches her throat makes as she works for air are at the same time both a little concerning and also rather arousing. 'Testing' or not, Taly seems to have a good grasp of Sely's actual limits, and allows her sister to pull back from time to time to just barely catch her breath before pushing her forward again. New routine established, she then gets to working on Grizza in her own way - verbally.

"Are you enjoying the little slut, handsome? Look at the drool running down her chin as she takes your cock. This is what she's best for, you know, playing the role of cock holster. It's so hard for her, spending all those nights on the road, alone, no dick to fill her holes. Will you help her out? Will you give her the cum she spends her evenings dreaming of?" While a small part of Grizza's mind is more than a little distracted wondering about how the two women became so open about their sex lives, a much larger part finds a strong interest in doing exactly what she says, and almost unbidden his hands reach out to take over Taly's work. Gripping Sely's head in both palms, he begins to direct her movements himself, and with a mere half dozen thrusts more he finds himself unloading directly down her throat. A grin again crosses Taly's face as Sely's eyes roll back, and she works to swallow the Mage's seed.

Spent, the drider is about to pull himself back out when he suddenly notices a brand new sensation tingling in his cock. Already slightly beginning to soften, his cock suddenly surges back to life again, and Grizza feels ready for another round if not two. Looking down at Sely, the Masochist gives him a quick wink, and he realizes what just occurred - the woman used one of her Cleric abilities to restore his stamina, directly via her throat to his dick. He's not sure if he's ever heard of a stamina recharge being used for a purpose like this, or if it's just another oddity of her class, but either way he doesn't see much reason to complain. Before he can begin that second round however, Taly pulls her sister back.

"Good work, slut. But now it's time to move on, shall we?" Grabbing a tight hold of Sely's hair, Taly turns her around before stepping on the back of her head, pressing her down to the ground. Grabbing one of the ropes binding Sely's waist she then pulls upward, lifting Sely's ass and displaying her round curves to Grizza. "Which hole pleases you more, handsome? I assure you, she's ready in either."

Considering his options, Grizza is about to step forward when a new thought enters his mind. For the first time since this started, the Mage decides to offer his own suggestion. "Both are tempting, but I think I'll need to get a better view, first. May I?" Raising an eyebrow, Taly steps back, releasing her foothold on Sely's head and watching to see what Grizza has in mind. Rather than moving towards her sister though, Grizza steps around her, approaching the framework holding up the half-dismantled tent. Stretching his abdomen forward while reaching back with one hand, the drider pulls back with a strand of web silk, wrapping it around the tent frame before grabbing on to Sely with one leg and bringing her closer. It's the work of a solid minute or two, but by time he's done the healer is trussed up, slightly swinging a few feet in the air with her rope bondage reinforced by silk, and her rear still fully displayed to her captor.

Taly laughs, examining his work. "I should have known a drider would know a thing or two about bindings. Perhaps next time we should involve you from the start."

Grizza can't help chuckling as he grabs on to Sely's hips with both hands. "I wouldn't have any complaints about there being a next time myself, actually. But, that said, I believe I've made my choice." As he was wrapping the healer up he'd noticed the signs of lubricant dripping from her ass, Taly's comments about her being 'ready' clearly backed up by action, and he can't see a good reason to let that effort go to waste. Lining her up, he carefully pulls Sely against him, stretching out her ass as his pink flesh presses its way inside. This time Sely's flexibility truly gets to display itself, as unlike with her jaw her anus seems more than happy to accept even the widest parts of his girth, and it doesn't take long for Grizza to find himself fully buried inside. As he gives her a moment to adjust, Taly leans down towards her sister's face, clearly looking to not miss out on her part of the fun.

"Do you like that? I could see how easily he filled you out, ass-slut. How many evenings have you spent with your toys, readying yourself for a night like this? Is it everything you hoped for? Can your hungry little ass be satisfied with a real cock anymore?"

Ungagged by either rope or dick this time, Sely finally gets a chance to respond to her sister's taunts. "Ah, it's so much better! It's so hot, and smooth, and long...oh Holy Jaaleni, I think I can feel it in my stomach!"

"Good. Then lets see how much more we can make you feel." Grabbing hold of the web-reinforced bindings, Taly begins to start Sely on a swinging motion, sliding her off of Grizza's cock and then pushing her back before she has time to entirely free herself. While it's not as forceful a motion as it would be were Grizza doing the work himself, the novelty of the situation means he's happy to enjoy the sight of Taly slamming her sister into his cock ass-first, over and over. Once the general rhythm's been established Taly shifts her focus slightly, half-whispering degrading words into Sely's ears and occasionally slapping her lightly on the face, but to be honest after a few minutes the drider loses the ability to pay much attention to the details.

With the stamina boost from earlier Grizza feels almost as if he'd never cum at all, and is more than ready to pump the healer full a second time. Taking back control of Sely's hips he begins to direct her down against himself more forcefully, allowing Taly to focus fully on insulting her 'cum-guzzling ass-pervert' sibling as he works to make as many of those labels true as possible. Even now most of the talk washes over him though, and all he can think about is the heat he feels from the Masochist's insides - a heat that suddenly intensifies as his orgasm takes him, a load of cum as large as the first throbbing its way through him and into the healer's bowels. This time he doesn't cum alone, either, as he can feel the woman trembling against him, followed soon after by the wet traces of bodily fluids splashing against his long legs.

Just as he's about to pull back, he once again feels the strange tingling sensation at the tip of his suddenly-resurgent cock, and looks up to see Taly smirking at him in a devilish fashion. "Think you're up to go three-for-three, handsome?" Grizza mentally gulps, but puts his best face forward.

"I'm always happy to help a party member in need..."

A very, very tiring hour later, Taly is helping Grizza to make his way back to his tent on unsteady legs. Letting her mask slip for a moment, she leans in toward him with a more genuine smile. "Thanks for playing along with all that, handsome. I'll take care of the cleanup and all that, I can tell you're about ready to pass out. Five recharge jolts is, admittedly, a little higher than the recommended dose, but you kept it going like a champ!"

Grizza takes a deep breath. "There's a recommended dose!? So that's why my heart felt like it might give out at the end there...still, I suppose there's worse ways to go. Though I have to ask...was any of that really about training for her class?"

Taly shakes her head. "Ah, all that stuff? Not really so much, no."

Grizza chuckles. "Ah, I thought not." The rogue continues, however.

"All that stuff tonight was really just more of a, well, think of it as a trial run. She graduated past that routine way back at the start of her Advanced with some of the other guys in her training class. If you're really up for more, we've got, well, let's say a very specialized toolset to really make her yell. Granted, I'm not sure how well suited our current environment is for exploring it, but if you think you'd be interested in it, there may be a few more things we could try in a night or two." She gives Grizza another sly smirk, watching the drider to see how he'll react.

Steadying himself, Grizza quickly comes to an answer. "I may need more than a night to recover myself. But I think I'd like to see more..."