Blacktung shuffles up the stairs of the Brill Inn to his waiting room he'd just bought for the night. Behind him loped the troll shaman Yonti. BT had run into him downstairs that night and thought Wyxt might want to play with the strange troll again, if past nights had been any indictor. Both entering the room, they sit in chairs, waiting for Wyxt to make her way up.
Wyxt has not been through Brill for a while, but of course, when her beloved wishes to sleep there, she's quick to come along. Fresh off the bat, Wyxt pats Vilefang lightly, leaving her raptor at the stables as the scantily clad blue-woman makes her way into the inn. Wearing her town wear, nothing more than mageweave 'leggings' and a blackswaskler shirt (which bears a few stitches just below the cleavage to hold it together... apparently it ripped at some point..). Wyxt doesn't have her comfy leather hat on like normal, instead choosing to wear her dark blue hair in a ponytail. She stands at the bottom of the stairs, peering down at her chest, checkingfor any dust or bat hair, before she smiles, and starts up the stairs, satisfied that skin is clean and still shiny from a shower earlier. She makes her way up the stairs, and to their room, curling against the door frame so that the wood is snug between ample breasts, one leg arching and rubbing against the wall so that the frame is clearly rubbing against her crotch as she purrs and peers in. "Darli.... oh!" she notices the company with a start.
Blacktung grins as Wyxt enters the room rather boldly. 'There you are, love. Look who I ran into downstairs?' Yonti smiles slyly at the troll lady. 'I be hoping we could have some more fun tonight - though I must warn ya I be having some continued problems with that voodoo potion.' He points down to his loincloth, which seems to be a bit bigger this time. 'I figured you'd be up for anything though.'
Wyxt blinks, one slender eyebrow arching lightly as her hand draws up to rub at her right breast.. since the wood, of course, is occupying her cleavage. "Mmm... hmm... I think I'm up for that, ya." she grins, just a bit, as she slips from the doorframe, and into the room. She pauses just beyond the door, and glances to Blacktung, silently asking if she should, or shouldn't, bother to close the door.
Blacktung notices the glance and shrugs - he doesn't care one way or the other and leaves it up to Wyxt as he begins to undress by the bed with a grin. Yonti too undresses - though this mainly consists of him simply removing his loincloth. Wyxt notices his twin shafts look a little longer, though she can plainly see what Yonti was referring to - his balls have gotten huge. They were easily softball sized and they looked swollen with cum, waiting to burst. Yonti followed Wyxt's gaze and blushed 'I told ya their be some new developments' Blacktung turned to Yonti 'I believe our guest should start things off - how would you like to do things?' Yonti thinks 'Wyxt on the bed on her back - head facing me,' he grins.
Wyxt blinks, looking, clearly, surprised as Yonti removes his loincloth, her faint gasp still audible. "Ah... I ain't nev'r seen this kinda voodoo b'fore mon..." she licks her lips, just a bit, then glances down to her shirt, eyeing nipples straining the black fabric of her swashbuckler top... and noting the stitching in the center starting to give away with small popping noises... under her breath, she murmurs "Curse ya Thruk, this was m' fav'rite shirt..." she smiles faintly as the shirt pretty much does the work for her, and slips over to Blacktung and Yonti, fingers running along the edge of her thong as she approaches the bed. "I aim t' please mist'r Yonti." She purrs. Wyxt slips onto the bed, and while on her knees a moment, slips mageweave panties down long, blue, somewhat shiny legs down to her knees, revealing somewhat wet slit and neatly trimmed blue hair in that neat little V. She flips over, onto her butt, and removes the thong, kicking it away, as she slips backwards on the bed, then lies down on her back, taking a deep breath under heavy breasts.
Blacktung watches as Yonti slides Wyxt toward the edge of the bed so her head hangs over and her chin points right at Yonti, allowing a straight slide at her throat. Taking his dual cockheads, he stuffs both into Wyxt's waiting mouth, struggling a bit to get both in. Blacktung removes his helmet and brings his wet long tongue near Wyxt's exposed slit, lapping at her clit before snaking into her pussy, tasting her juices and feeling her insides spasm. His hands caress the sides of her full ass as his licks her from the inside.
Wyxt groans around those thick shafts in her mouth as Blacktung's thick, long tongue squirms into her. The pleasure squirming through her draws a lusty moan from Wyxt, and despite the urge to squirm and close her legs, she spreads them wide for him, inviting him deep into her wet, hot pussy. Yonti would find her mouth a little tight around those dual shafts, but unlike the first time around, Wyxt herself is well-trained, and running her cold metal X-shaped bolt between his cocks, she puffs out her cheeks, and twists her neck, just a little, to help slide him fully into her mouth and, after a bit of pushing, into her warm, tight, swallowing throat.
Blacktung watches Yonti let Wyxt slobber over both shafts a bit before pulling both out. Taking his bottom shaft and placing it back into her mouth, he puts the top shaft on top of her chin. As he pushes forward the bottom shaft reaches her throat as the top one slides across her neck towards her tits. He pushes more, trying to get his top shaft nestled between her tits. He was going to tit fuck and throat fuck Wyxt at the same time. The idea excited BT and he redoubled his licking, pulsing and throbbing his tongue in Wyxt's tight pussy.
