"Why?!" shouts Aleya against a mouthful of giantess titflesh as she struggles to find a space that she can rest her head that isn't bouncing her mercilessly or at risk of dribbling cum. The woman already has some in her hair, wanting to struggle against Radja to prevent more dripping onto herself, but also trying not to get more messy or gods forbid, dropped. Heb, for his part, has relaxed against Radja's breast with a soft, long groan of pleasure, his cock still hard as it is continuously pressed between the giant's bare tits.  Of course, he also isn't in any sort of position that he can be releasing her nipples, holding onto them as securely as he can while trying not to squeeze. Now sexually sated, he has a little more awareness that he needs to avoid being a giant fucking idiot (or perhaps a giant-fucking idiot?).<br/><br/>If Tem was aware of the spell happening or Diralisk using his mouth, he doesn't demonstrate it. His hands move over Scarlet freely now, a groan of desire in the back of his throat. When she breaks the kiss though, he accepts it and turns to face the approaching Delver. The man's sky blue eyes widen and he begins to stammer a bit, naked pink tits clearly in his focus. Of course, he's quick to join in oggling Scarlet as she makes her way upstairs, "Did she say sacrifice it-" He begins finally to speak, not quite able to get his head on straight after the whiplash of fire-stoked passion followed by a titsy pink slime woman reaching down to his pants. "Guh!" he exclaims helpfully as she pulls forward his pants, revealing an impressively engorged dick, his own "good side."<br/><br/>When Mazz presses up against him, he unconsciously grabs ahold, the curvy slimegirl practically melting into him. "I'm, uh, Tem," he responds with his usual ease, "Shouldn't we go get her-"  Walking up the stairs, Scarlet shakes out her flame whip and Tem's eyes widen, "Okay, she's good." He begins to walk with Mazz when she suddenly grabs hold of his shirt and rips it bodily from him, bringing out a grunt of lost air. He listens with an absolutely dumbfounded look on his face, clearly confused and not quite able to get a word in, but also terribly, terribly horny. As she describes a million mouths sucking cock, he breathes in deeply and lets out a ragged sigh, trying to adjust his pants in some kind of way that hides his erection. The deep breath brings on the choking and the coughing, then the hunching over, and finally needing to be dragged like a masted ship out from the tavern.<br/><br/>Upstairs the flames have begun to rise higher and more dangerous, the smoke beginning to truly fill the room. Luckily for Radja, her head is down. The moaning and sucking from the giant is clearly working for her captor, the woman while briefly just pinned and sitting back now getting at least a bit more leverage.  Her hips begin to thrust, the inhumanly large cock pushing at Radja's throat and her hands tightening on the giant's hair. "Mmmn, mmmmmmmn," she purrs out as her cock twitches and her hips move harder, each press down pushing Radja's lips into her croch and her chin against her balls. The pale futa's head leans back as she gasps out, trying as she may to pay enough attention to Nin to actually defend herself. One arm raises, but then she wails out in pleasure, the thick, ropey cum spurting into Radja's mouth just moments before Nin brings her partner slamming down onto her. The taste is intoxicating, a buzzing in Radja's mouth as her partner's seed fills it. The futa, knocked unconscious, falls back, her claws releasing Radja's head.<br/><br/>For all of his struggling, Nin's flailing enemy flail has clearly been quite shaken and Nin's push sends him stumbling to thwack his head into a wall.  He takes a couple attempted steps, legs wobbly, before half sinking to his knees.  Glaring at the two Delvers left in the room, he starts trying to stand back up, but each step is clearly difficult.<br/><br/>As Mirwen rushes down the stairs, gathering magical energy around her, the inn-keeper keeps pace saying in a rush, "We need to get out! It's not going to! Gods above, gods below, my inn!" As she calls these things out, the two nearly run into Scarlet going up the stairs. Marm's eyes are wide at the woman holding a whip of flame. "You!  You burned my life down!  Curse you!"  She pulls back her arm as though she's going to slap Scarlet and then stops, shaking with rage and fear. "Curse you, curse you. Thrice cursed may you walk from here in disgrace!" She begins to try to squeeze past Scarlet on the stairs, trying to just get out of the inn.<br/><br/>Outside under the stars, Mazz drags Tem. The trough for the horses is nearby enough to the inn that it's not tough to get the partially unconscious Tem to it. The water splashed on his face does bring him back to it, coughing and sputtering as he wipes at his face, "No more! Cock can't take it!"  He grabs onto Mazz's shoulder and arm, practically pulling her down onto him as he brings himself to wakefulness, "What? Scarlet? No, she- I mean, I don't think-"<br/><br/>The sound of a throat clearing comes from behind Mazz, a gathering of townsfolks standing around outside the inn. Buckets are present, some filled with water, but there's no attempts to put out the flames at this point. "Hate to break this up," murmers a man in a coat finer than any of the other gathered folks, "But if you don't want to be under arrest, I advise you help us get anyone else out of there and get ready to explain what in the hell went on."