<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xWvVE62.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hectavia Koth (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743167)</span></strong><br/>________________________</div><br/>Hectavia had hoped that the aphrodisiac effect of the berries would dissipate with time, given enough resolve. But she was mistaken. If anything, the heat within has intensified, abetted by the lewd unbidden thoughts of how the three men might take her hard should she defy them, of how<em>big</em>Broos' cock was, of being spitted between two of them like the roasting meat. Every shift of her thighs threatens to make the tiefling gasp, and before long she is dripping wet.<br/><br/>It was difficult to pay attention to Terrence as he spoke. He's the least of the three in her mind and, besides, her mind was busy elsewhere. "Turns? Yes, oh. How you manage your affairs is no concern of mine. I do hope there won't be jealousy."<br/><br/>The chill of the night – or perhaps something else – made the tiefling shiver and shift closer to the fire. The warm light illuminated her pallid skin and cast the cleft between her breasts and every curve of her body in shadows. The intoxication is almost overwhelming. "I think, gentlemen, that we have a bargain. Now," she intoned, her voice growing husky, "If you're to take turns..." Her red eyes scan across the three of them. "Then which of you is going first?"