<strong>Tagging: </strong>Sparrow, Anahita, Thogstein<br/><br/>Carol's smile was a-lit with joy. "Then! Then, I'll have apple-cider and chicken and mooffalo. Stew, pie, or whatever the house best serves them as." The octo-girl noted it down, along with everything else, then sauntered off to find whoever had ordered the fifty shots of devil fire.<br/><br/>With the protection of the upstairs and the fact that the table was a booth nobody really seemed to pay any attention to what went on up there. A kiss made Carol bounce happily in her seat, the grin turning her eyes into slits. Her cheeks had been aflame with arousal before, but there was something else to the blush now too. Something more tender and careful in her tone. "You're just like the knights in the stories..."<br/><br/>That blush grew much redder when Sparrow tied the leash on his slender little neck and climbed down beneath the table. Lampa's feelers stood up, eyes widened as she adjusted the grip, feasted her eyes on the sight of the nubile femboy. "Y-yes." She had meant it with herself thanking the master. "Ah... Is it really okay for me to... You're my master, not the other way around, but... Nnnhh... I-if that makes my hero happy." She bit her lip, caressed Sparrow's cheek as he fumbled, searching for her petals. "My perfect subby cutiepatoot of a hero. Be careful. If you're too adorable you might bring back the urges to do something so naughty to you that I'd for sure regret it later."<br/><br/>For now Carol had few regrets, biting her lip nearly white as she tightened her hold on the leash. She adjusted her voluminous rump, squished her thighs on the sides of Sparrow's face. "Good boy." She patted his head, tugged on the leash to pull him from eating the outer lips, pulled aside the crotch of her leotard to help him towards the main course. For a few moments she enjoyed his explorations, relaxed in the steady build-up of pleasure, then remembered. Her hero had been a virgin until his last trip to Anus?!<br/><br/>"O-oh... Mater," Carol said, tugged his neck to crane up towards her face. Poor thing was even cuter with his lips glossed by her arousal. Lampa could not help pity from seeping into her smile. "Master, you have not eaten girls before me have you?" She glanced sideways at the crazy mutant tongue edging next to them. "Mater you have a little human tongue, but that's alright. It's much cuter than hers, but I think, if it's alright with you, perhaps I could teach you how to umm... pleasure your slave? I promise I won't be a harsh teacher." Carol reached for his top, pulled the tight clothe aside to reveal one tanned breast, pressed her digit into the areola and began to gyrate against it. "Like this master. On the little-Lampa. Yes. Good boy. Good boy..." She patted Sparrow, caressed his hair affectionately. Every now and then Carol changed the movements on his nipple, mewled with pleasure when those translated on her clitoris, and always let her master know he was a good boy for doing it.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/4d1f389a-f267-4a54-a1e3-2354b69cb436/dcux44i-f658cb4e-eaca-4203-809d-ef53b59b11cc.jpg/v1/fill/w_766,h_1043,q_70,strp/blair_by_lord_of_the_guns_dcux44i-pre.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTM5NCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzRkMWYzODlhLWYyNjctNGE1NC1hMWUzLTIzNTRiNjljYjQzNlwvZGN1eDQ0aS1mNjU4Y2I0ZS1lYWNhLTQyMDMtODA5ZC1lZjUzYjU5YjExY2MuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTEwMjQifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.0HM9Oz7sh9BEsvPTg5O5NamhIV6vDcAloCCZ7b0_lYw)</div>Sounds of delight were growing pretty noticeable, but still the downstairs seemed to ignore the party. Octo-girl delivered her goodies at some point, and while half of the folks were still under table someone sat on a bench on the opposite side of the table. Anahita and Sparrow could see dark emerald pants, tailored as immaculately as the fine leather shoes. The quite paralyzed Thogstein and somewhat distracted Carol saw rest of the man - a nobleman's smile.<br/><br/>"Oh, please don not cease your team-building exercise on my account. I understand you were not expecting me inviting myself in your company. You won't be offended." Soft moans followed his silence. The man coughed, continued, "But, just so that I'm clear who I'm conversing with. Which of you is the leader? I was given the impression your little troupe has visited Anus and returned. Now what should I address your... gathering as? Do you have a name?" Leaning on his seat the man caught a glimpse of the lewdness beneath the table, blushing beet red. "O-oh! P-pardon!" He turned around on the seat, crossing his legs. "I can wait, for the exercise to finish. Please don't hurry on my account. I mean, ack, that was not tactful of me. Y-you know what. Here."<br/><br/>He placed a small gear with arcane markings on the table, shuffled off the seat and began to retreat while very graciously concealing his crotch. "It's a contact spell. Just use it and... Uhh... I'll come back when you finish. Deal?" The nobleman ran back downstairs.<br/><br/>Carol patted Sparrow's head, looked down at him. Her need still overflowed across the boy's lips, still throbbed hot in her womanhood.<br/><br/><strong>Adventurers, as you're sitting at the tavern and fucking, some random nobleman came by. He ran off because you were too lewd, but left behind a magical item to call him with. Other than that. Uh, as you were...</strong>