Exploring the rest of the dungeon took another day-and-a-half. Each room needed to be thoroughly searched for secrets, traps, and treasure. Maps needed to be drawn of the ruin's layout, a task that proved near impossible due to the anti-basilisk's tunneling. The remaining creatures that inhabited the dark chambers needed to be slain or driven out: the most memorable of these was a gang of stony skeletons that emerged from the walls and attacked the group, though they were quickly dispatched.
When evening arrived, they left the dungeon to camp by the entrance, taking alternate watches until dawn. Delyssa drew the last shift, though she found it difficult to sleep throughout the night. She felt giddy despite her exhaustion: Her first dungeon delve, the revelation of Saint Mesembre, Bryn's delightful transformation. The first part of the night was spent simply reviewing the day's events in her mind, which ended with her gently fingering herself beneath her blanket as she drifted off to sleep.
She hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep until Bryn woke her to begin her watch, well after midnight. In the low firelight, she could see the shadow of stubble growing across his chin, and the fighter scratched at it incessantly while she roused herself.
She spent her shift absently stoking the fire and pacing around the camp, stomach growling as she thought of how the Temple of Shevlana's cooks were likely also awake, already beginning to prepare that morning's banquet. Some of the acolytes were probably returning from Gra'tan's lower markets with baskets of fish and figs and dates, while the cooks baked great sheets of nutty flat-breads and simmered huge cauldrons of spicy vegetable soups. Delyssa chewed on some dried, salty nuts and took a swig from her water skin as she stalked around the edge of the camp, peering into shadows and thinking about home.
When dawn broke, she climbed to the top of the hill and performed her ritual of warding while still wearing the Wings of Amity, just to see if it would work. To her mild surprise, the blue flash of magic radiated out of her, despite the metal upon her skin.
She returned to the camp and roused the others. Cenhera and Vael were quick to rise, shaking sleep off of themselves and equipping for yet more exploration. Bryn groaned and rolled, his morning erection pushing up tight against his half-blanket. Cenhera snickered and Vael pretended not to notice. When the fighter finally woke up, he slid his hands beneath the blanket and began to obviously work himself.
"I'll catch up with you inside," he said groggily.
By noon, the party emerged once more from the tomb, covered in dust and cobwebs. This time, they carried all their treasure in weighty, bulging sacks. It was decided that Vael would return Ankreot on foot and collect their mounts, since lugging their loot all the way to the town on foot would be far too difficult. Vael promised he would come back with clothing for Bryn and Delyssa and set off back east. Delyssa watched him trudge over the next rocky hill, armor gleaming despite the dust kicking up around him. The party watched him depart from their own hilltop, but even before he disappeared from view they retreated down away from the blazing midday sun.
They sheltered in the mouth of the anti-basilisk's tunnel, sprawled out against the cool stone. Both Bryn and Delyssa stripped themselves out of their rags and lounged naked in the tunnel entrance, while Cenhera just wore her tunic, which when unbelted fell to about her mid-thigh.
They lounged together quietly. The two humans sat facing each other on either side of the passageway, with Cenhera between them. Delyssa sat with her knees up, back laying against the curved wall. Bryn sat with his legs splayed out, alternating his focus between Delyssa's exposed vulva and his own new genitals, which he seemed to be in constant contact with. Cenhera lay on her stomach, head dangling off the edge of the tunnel. Sometimes they chatted, mostly about what they would spend their shares of the treasure on once they got back to Gra'tan.
Eventually, Bryn took another swig of his water skin and stood, stretching. "Right. I've got to go piss."
"Again?" said Cenhera.
"Well, it's fun now. Shut up."
The fighter hopped down out of the tunnel and strutted off out of sight.
"So, yesterday..." Delyssa said as soon as Bryn was gone, "that was a new side of you, Cenhera."
The tunling rolled over and grinned sheepishly. "I'm just as surprised as you are. I'm usually more professional than that."
Delyssa smiled. "Well, I enjoyed it. And Bryn certainly did as well. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Not really. Well, a little I guess. Humans can have complicated arousal, where it's like, I don't know, an hourglass, where the sand can be flowing one way or another. Maybe you're not fully aroused, but your sand is flowing in that direction. Maybe you're on but becoming less so. Does that make sense?"
"Sure. There are gradations, certainly. How does it work for you?"
"Tunlings are either on or off. It's all one way or the other. When you live deep underground, with everything else that lurks down there, there's not a whole lot of room for gradations. You're either working on whatever the village needs to survive, or you've got a few minutes to yourself or with your mate, and there's not much time for foreplay."
"I didn't realize that your kind were so intense. Though, I'm afraid I know very little about the other peoples of the world. Gra'tan is mostly just humans, as I'm sure you've noticed. When Vael brought me to the Campaigner's Guild, that was the most amount of otherkind I've ever seen."
"I won't hold it against you. Though truthfully, few of my kind live up here on the surface. Most of you humans have only ever heard of gnomes. They're the kin of tunlings, but I don't have much in common with them. I'd rather spend a year out here in the desert than spend a single night in one of their forests."
"I've never been in a forest," said Delyssa.
"Well, if you stay campaigning, you'll find yourself in one eventually. They're full of ruined towers, ancient strongholds, and the like." Cenhera stretched like a cat, arching her back as she yawned. Her tunic hitched up to about her waist, but she seemed not to care as she lay back down against the stone. Delyssa stared absently at her small companion's ass, wondering what it would be like to only ever be entirely frigid or entirely lustful. She would certainly prefer to be the latter over the former, but she felt like if the ambient lust she often felt was translated to being constantly fully aroused, she would never get anything else done. Although, that didn't sound terrible, she thought.
"Bryn was enough to get you to switch to being fully on, then?"
Cenhera rolled around to face to Delyssa. "Did you see him? How happy he looked? How pretty his cock is?"
"Are you girls talking about me?" Bryn said, stepping back into the tunnel mouth. Whatever he had done while out of sight, his cock was now hard, pointing directly at the pair of women.
"You know," said Delyssa, "it's not good for you to stay hard all the time."
"It isn't? What, will it fall off?"
"Only one way to find out," Cenhera said.
"Fuck off. Well, that's got me thinking, anyway," Bryn said, scratching his chin.
"You got an erection so you started thinking? That makes you unique among both men and fighters, Bryn."
Delyssa laughed along with the warrior.
"I'm humble enough to admit that it's not a very complex thought. It's going to be almost nightfall by the time Vael gets back, right? So do you want to, well, make the most of it?" He grasped his penis by the base and pointed it at Delyssa, then down at Cenhera. "I haven't fucked with it yet, and it's weird walking around knowing that I'm a virgin again."
"There are no such thing as virgins," Delyssa said, wagging a finger at him. "But even if there were, I put two fingers in your ass, and that definitely counts."
"Delyssa, please." Cenhera turned to her, feigning a tone of affront. "Our friend her has wracked both his heads trying to think of a good reason to stick is cock in your pussy, and you're going to dismiss it just like that?"
"That's a fair point," she said, smiling. "That was callous of me to disregard your argument out of hand like that, Bryn. Alright. How do you want me?"
Bryn laughed and clapped his hands together. "Fuck! Yes, great. Uh, why don't you bend over the mouth of the tunnel."
"Fuck yes," said Cenhera.
"Sure," she said. "You're the big virgin fighter, I might as well indulge you."
"Alright, you're gonna regret that," he said, beginning to stroke himself in anticipation.
Delyssa slid forward to sit on the edge of the tunnel and turned around, presenting her ass to the fighter. She leaned against the cool curve of the anti-basilisk's tunnel. She was wet already, had been so for much of the morning as they lounged naked together. Cenhera sat down in front of her, taking off her tunic in one smooth motion and tossing it aside.
"It really is just on like that, isn't it?" Delyssa said to the naked tunling. Cenhera's only response was to sit in front of the acolyte and begin to tease herself, fingers buried deep in the thatch of her blond bush.
Bryn stepped close to Delyssa, his hands wrapped around her hips. She could feel his cock press against the outside of her sex. "You don't need to tease me," she said over her shoulder to him. "I'm wet enough already, you can just push it in."
Bryn needed no further encouragement, and stepped in, thrusting forwards. She moaned as he filled her, spreading her and pushing her lips apart. She could feel all of him inside her, a delicious friction that demanded all of her attention. As Bryn began to thrust inside her, she felt a spark of recognition.
"Your cock," she stuttered, rocking back and forth from the fighter's pounding hips against hers. "It's the same size as the wooden phallus you had before. It fills me up the same."
"Is that right?" Bryn said, amazed. He pulled out of her to stare at his cock, leaving her gasping from the sudden emptiness within her. "Yeah, I think you're right," he said. "Does it feel as good?"
"Better. Nothing beats a real cock for me. You're so warm. Now stick it back in, please."
Bryn obliged, and soon the stone tunnel was once more echoing with the sound of their hips crashing into one another, along with their grunts and cries. Cenhera quickly worked up a frantic pace with her own fingers, rolling and rubbing furiously at her clitoris, intermittently slapping her vulva. Her teeth gritted, Delyssa watched clear, syrupy fluid pool on the stone between the tunling's legs and begin to run down the slope back into the dungeon, a dark stain disappearing into the shadows.
"I think... Ooh," Bryn cried. "Wait, fuck, I'm coming."
It was sooner than Delyssa expected, and she flailed behind her to grasp onto Bryn's arms, pulling him tight, pressing her ass all the way up to his belly as he came deep inside her. She felt his cock buck and flex within her vagina, and soon felt his hot cum filling her, spilling out and dripping down the inside of her thigh as Bryn pulled out.
"Sorry," Bryn said, holding his wet cock in his hand, splattering them both with fluid as he shook it. "I didn't mean to come so fast..."
