"Damn these accursed windreavers...!" Qilian cursed as she made a rude gesture to the ethereal, gustlike apparitions that took the form of foxes, past the barrier of clear water.

  After weeks of scaling the Broken Tower of Rhanthara, Iosef's party finally reached Angulon's Bridge, a colossal bridge that stretched past the vast Rapidfog Rift to the Shattered Tower of Rhanararhim from which they pnned to continue their journey westwards.

  "Save your energy Qilian... This barrier won't st long... Once it breaks, I'll be counting on all of you to escape..." Thayacinth spoke in a weary voice.

  This was one of the few times when Iosef saw Thayacinth pushed to her limit. Her red cloak of red was thoroughly tattered, burned, and soaked after their battle with the Greater Elemental Vase they encountered an hour ago. Her left nipple was clearly visible through the torn garment, as was a teasing view of her half of her quim which revealed she wore pretty much nothing under that cloak of hers.

  Thayacinth had burned through much of her prepared spells and magical reserves to counter the myriad of elemental magicks the Vase had harnessed, and it was with her support that Qilian, Fenia and himself were able to shatter it with their blows, culminating in a hard fought victory.

  "There must be some other way...!" Fenia whispered, desparation in her voice as she looked about desparate holding her sword in with both her hands - something that few spellswords would do save the moment their magic powers become spent.

  Fenia's light armor, too, was ripped in numerous pces, her gambeson ripped apart to reveal the cleft between her bosoms, her belly button, and the snug bck loincloth that hid only the cleft between the mount between her legs whose thigh length socks were too ripped and ruined by the wind-sickles of the windreavers.

  Iosef as well was in no better condition. His half-pte was sundered - his girdle destroyed, causing his shorts to hang loosely on his waist - only held in pce by a ribbon he borrowed from Fenia. He felt a drop of sweat roll down his forehead as he desparately tried to think of a way out.

  "How about I release your tent meridians, Thayacinth?" Qilian spoke, gncing at Thayacinth with a sidelong gnce - in an uncharacteristically serious voice. "You'll be out of action for at least two days - but you may be able to get us out of this situation..."

  "It seems... That may... be our best bet..." Thayacinth spoke with a weak voice as she nodded.

  Nodding back, Qilian drew from her tattered robes three small needles which she held between the fingers of her left hand alongside a golden needle from the bun in her hair, releasing her long red-tipped hair that fell as a curtain behind her obscuring her naked back revealed by the shredded robe that just barely clung around her breasts and nether regions.

  "Fenia... I'm counting on you... Keep the barrier up..." Thayacinth whispered to Fenia who quickly sheathed her sword and stepped towards Thayacinth's staff while shutting her eyes.

  As Thaycinth let go of her staff she shed her red robe which fell into a pile beneath her feet to reveal her bare body - glistening in her perspiration which seemed to aroma of plums mixed with a distinct womanly scent.

  Iosef, despite the situation could not help by feel his eyes dart back and forth from the menacing windreavers that circled their meager barrier of water and Thayacinth's nakedness.

  This was not the time to be lusting over a companion! Iosef quickly berated himself, forcing himself to stare at a windreaver, eyeing him soullessly.

  But suddenly...

  "Kyaaa!"

  "What the-!?"

  The sound of clinking metal and spshing water.

  Iosef felt a force push him backwards from his front - causing him to lose his bance.

  He tried to do a somersault to get back on his feet, but a force repelled him causing him to fall on something soft....

  "Aaahn~!" a cry - from none other than Thayacinth. He knew her voice was close to him as he could feel her breath from above his head.

  Wait... Just where...

  "Damn it, keep it together Fenia! The barrier shrunk! And my needles are now all on the ground! How the hell are we going to get out of this now!?" Qilian chided angrily.

  "I tried...! I tried.... but...!" Fenia protested weakly.

  "Man what a joke... To think our journey would end in such a stupid way!" Qilian ughed bitterly.

  Iosef felt two rge sweaty mounds pressing against the two sides of his head.

  Are they... what I think they are...? Iosef felt his mind spinning out of control as he quickly felt a breeze caress his bottom. He was divested of his bottom-wear, which hung weakly at his ankles.

  Then suddenly...

  "Kyaa!!!" Fenia cried, as Qilian cursed again.

  A warm softness at his bottom pressed him further into the softness beneath him.

  Followed by a sweaty wetness that enveloped his neck, csping it by virtue of two fleshy cylinders of flesh.

  Thus was the scenario:

  The meager barrier of water had shrunk twofold.

  Iosef was pressed down against Khayacinth's bare body whose legs were forced by the barrier the curl up around his hips. His head was sandwiched between her rge bosoms.

  By the same forces, Qilian's crotch was forced down onto Iosef's neck.

  And Fenia's own was forced to press against his bottom with great pressure.

  The makeshift girdle of ribbon was undone by the Iosef's fall.

  And his rapidly growing member dangerously pressed near the entrance of Khayacinth's...

  "Snap out of it Qilian!" Fenia shouted as she shifted about, causing Iosef's member to rub against Khayacinth's nether.

  Iosef could not help but moan as he felt his tip rubbing against something simirly hard between the mounds between Khayacinth's legs.

  Thayacinth moaned in kind as he felt her breath caress his scalp yet again.

  "Here! I got one needle! I just found one! Quick - take it!"

  "...Fenia..." Qilian muttered with a mix of surprise and hope in her tone.

  "Iosef! Quick - help find Qilian's needles! We must find them before it's too te!" Fenia shouted.

  "Okay!" Iosef shouted in a muffled tone - having been snapped out of his momentary lustful delrium.

  Desparate, Iosef quickly reached about the ground - and then touched something soft...

  "Kyaa! You idiot! That's my leg! Search the ground! The ground!!" Fenia yelled pressing down at his butt angrily.

  "Nnn~!" Thayacinth stifled a moan as Iosef felt his member yet again slide across the mount between her legs, just barely missing the entrance that would no doubt lead to a warm, slippery embrace.

  "Ahh...! Sorry! Wait... I found one!!" Iosef apologised, but quickly shouted as he felt a thin needle through his left glove - picking it up and quickly holding it up.

  "Uooh!?" Qilian suddenly yelped as Iosef felt the needle he tried to pass to Qilian enter something soft.

  Then suddenly...

  The sound of spurting came frome above as he felt a hot spray cover his neck with warmth.

  "What in the...!?" Fenia whispered with incredulity in her voice.

  Iosef was plunged into a mix of great confusion and strange passion he suddenly felt a rhythmic rubbing begin along his neck which was receiving a steady stream of wet warmth from above which gave off the scent of flowers alongside a sour, girlish scent.

  But such was of little concern - he had to find the other needle...!

  "Qilian!? What's going on!? Snap out of it!" Fenia shouted urgently while Iosef felt Qilian's legs quiver uncontrolbly.

  "Ugghh....!? Nnnnn!???" Qilian moaned in a stifled manner, finally eking out a few intelligible words.

  "MNnn!? My...!? Left.... Nipple! Needle...! Nnn!!!"

  After a brief moment of silence, Qilian's quivering slowed and came to a pause.

  "Iosef! You idiot! You stuck a needle in Qilian's....."

  "I.. I found another one!"

  "Uoooh!?" Qilian shook again as a passed her then next needle - alongside another downpour of sweet-sour scents along his neck.

  "Iosef.....!!! Be careful of how you pass the needles up!"

  Fenia rocked her hips again in admonishment.

  Yet another slipperly slide along Thayacinth's quim.

  But this time it seemed to catch on to something - positioning it right at the entrance to the warm crevice that waited just a push further...

  At that moment, Iosef felt another needle.

  Far ahead of him - he could just barely feel it but could not reach far enough to grip onto it. If he were to shift his body up a little further, he would be able to grip it but...

  That would mean....

  No... I musn't...! I musn't cross that line...!

  Do it! If you don't - that would spell the end of your journey!

  Iosef felt his mind being split into two as the quandry fyed at his very soul.

  "Don't worry Iosef... Press up against me...." Iosef felt a gentle but weakened voice come from ahead.

  "But...!" Iosef protested.

  "It's okay.... I've always..."

  Iosef felt his heart pound rapidly as she heard the worse come from her mouth.

  The primal urge deep within him stood at ready to plunge the tight hole before his member the moment she completed her sentence...

  A clear sound then silenced the chaos - bringing all things into order.

  "The... the windreavers... But... How...?" Fenia whispered, as the sounds of spshing surrounded them indicating the release of the barrier of water.

  Iosef felt the weights at his bottom and neck being lifted off him, exposing his wet body to the breeze that now cooled his lust-charged body that was just a moment ago intent on impregnating the bearer of the Fme-eye.

  Iosef felt his senses return to him as he rose from Thayacinth's warm embrace - a thread of pre-cum linking his tip and her slit formed the only vestige of their dangerous skinship. As he did so, Iosef made on st gaze at Thayacinth who y naked - covered in sweat - her cheeks flushed, returning wistful look at Iosef.

  Iosef could only look away from Thayacinth in embarrassment. He was ashamed that part of him desired to ignore whatever was going on, divest all clothing, and return to Thayacinth's embrace just to leave his mark within her deepest depths like a mere animal.

  But that was quickly forgotten as he looked up towards the saviour that brought his beloved companions out of their close encounter with death.

  An elven woman. Olive of complexion. Straight, flowing, long white hair bearing touches of ethereal colours of azure. Of a pcid countenance, with eyes closed.

  Of graceful step - as though wading gracefully through the air.

  Her gray shawl flows behind her like a serpent-like cloud, and her short, silk dress of lighter shade shifts about her lithe body.

  Cythara of bluewood in hand - floating alongside her like a cherub.

  With each strum of its scintilting strings, clear beautiful notes form a nimbus of hues of the evening sky that paint the world about her as she willed.

  The scent of fresh evening flowers danced upon the wind. Petals of fragrance filled his nostrils.

  The hordes windreavers disspiated as she danced about them gracefully, and soon - as the wind died and the evening sun sat at the edge of the horizon did the light of both glowing moon and fading sun shine upon her - the heroine of unequaled grace, of peerless finesse, who stood silently in the beset by ruins of old - of Angulon, Rhanthara, and Rhanararhim - swaddled in shades of the vespertine...

  Such was but one of the great Deeds of Violefax the Blind - Hero of Faramoor...!

  ...

  Iosef could scarcely believe the great, dreamlike heroine that he admired - Violefax, the Blind Champion, Hero of Faramoor - now stood ahead, surrounded by an unclothed audience, and in simir ck of attire - save a translucent shawl of gray through which one could see her firm tanned bosoms tipped by pale-pink mounts, which was cut in a diagonal manner that revealed her fine toned belly, and futher below a very visible crest of womanhood of bright pink that looked as though it were marquise-cut piece of chalcedony the size of the tip of one's pinky finger.

  Such was this gloriously enchanting physique of the great heroine.

  "Man, Iosef, we're not even in the baths yet and I'm getting the feeling of hot pebbles lining my neck...! Haha!" Qilian sniggered, tickling Iosef's rump with her nails.

  "...!? Ah! I'm sorry...!" Iosef apologised in a flustered manner.

  Just a few moments ago, due to his diminuitive height, he could see naught but the various quims, thighs and bellies belonging to members of the crowd gathering at the entrance who cmored for an opportunity to catch sight of the renowned heroine.

  The crowd had started to push him towards the front, and he felt all manner of bosoms resting and bouncing atop his head as his naked body was pushed to rub against naked legs of various girls past the meagre translucent dress that served as a useless protector of whatever little modesty he possessed.

  To add to his distress, a few unknown characters sought to take advantage of their state of incognito within the crowd to molest his body, coping in particur his chest, bottom and his painfully standing unhooded pecker.

  Qilian, noticing this, rescued him with one arm from the sea of nudity that he was drowning him in the carresses of flesh, seating him upon her shoulders.

  This initially greatly confused Iosef who was nearly overcome with the forbidden pleasure of having his member press against Qilian's warm neck, with the tip and nearly half of the shaft, sliding into warm, sweat-lined, disheveled bun of silky-smooth raven hair she wore. This was further aggravated by the cool touch of the golden needle that sat dangerously along the tip and entrance of his member which made his member twitch.

  The pleasure was so great that Iosef in a momentary delirum sought to rabidly rock his hips against what his body believed to be a makeshift candidate for copution.

  But these lustful designs were temporarily lost to him when he set eyes on the admirable heroine Violefax who brought back to him noble memories of her selfless heroism that rescued his party from certain doom.

  Yet now, with Qilian's reminder, Iosef felt the embrace of lust pull him back into a delirum of carnal desire...