As Beatrice sits on the comfortable couch and begins giving her tattooist a handjob, she leans back and takes a moment to take in the overall situation. If the temple chamber was still arranged with pews for traditional services she'd estimate it could probably fit three hundred people, but rearranging things with more comfortable furniture as well as refreshments and entertainment probably brings that number down a fair bit. Which is relative, considering she still figures there's at least a hundred people enjoying themselves here tonight, and from the sounds of it there's still more expected to arrive as the evening continues.

The monster-slayer is hardly a stranger to group activities - you can hardly spend over a decade as an adventurer without seeing and hearing what your companions get up to around a campfire - but this is certainly a personal record. Even aside from the sheer scale of things, there's almost no other humans at the entire event and so there's a wide array of forms on display that she's never had such a good look at before. Searching for something more familiar, her eyes seek out signs of her companions.

She does get a little distracted as Igthen's thick fingers leave her chest and slide beneath her loincloth, pressing along the length of her slit, but when her eyes open again a moment later it doesn't take long for her to locate Janey. The minotaur is unsurprisingly a big hit in multiple meanings of the word, given that the woman is a serious contender for most-generously-chested woman in the entire building. A goblin woman appears to be physically climbing up the Embracing Acolyte like a soft mountain of flesh, and after she succeeds in reaching the peak she gives out a shout of victory before planting her ass down on Janey's snout.

As for Tassa, Beatrice's part-dwarf minotaur companion, she seems a little harder to find at first. Beatrice does eventually locate her, frowning at the sight of the woman apparently sitting alone on a couch with a drink...but that frown fades away as Tassa's own loincloth shifts and Beatrice realizes there's a catkin man squeezed between her thighs. She has heard a few things about catkin tongues before...Beatrice makes a note to herself to ask Tassa about it later.

The warrior's distracted again from her crowd-watching however as Igthen shifts next to her. "I see you're enjoying the sights - and I don't blame you! But as for myself, I find myself feeling a bit peckish...do you mind if I take a little taste?" He nods towards her lap in case she needs an extra hint, but Beatrice grins at the request.

"Actually, wouldn't mind one myself. How about you lie back and we...dine together?"

The man answers with a smile before leaning down across the couch, and Beatrice wastes little time in swinging her legs up so that she's straddling his face. Her bottom hits his snout almost immediately, and just as quickly she feels the inkbinder's tongue lapping at her folds. It's a little faster than she was expecting, and so it takes her a few moments to recover and take a look at what's now plainly in front of her, as Igthen's erection has apparently fought itself free of its confines of its own accord.

The boarkin's manhood is mostly human-like in form, to Beatrice's moderate relief, but it still displays some of the stout, thick nature that the beastkin tribe is known for. The man's girth is impressive, and when she wraps her hand around it she can feel her partner's pulse through its veiny surface. A glance tells her she's probably never going to manage to get much of it past her lips but that's no reason not to try, and so the warrior bends over to get her first taste with her tongue.

Igthen isn't the first beastkin Beatrice has been intimately familiar with, but it's obvious to her now that there seems to be a certain trend of...animal musk to their men. It's more than sweat, more than the usual smell of a human partner, but something oddly...compelling to their taste. A chemical signal that says 'you've gone this far, and now there's no going back until you're done'. Or perhaps that's all in Beatrice's head, an effect of the evening, or perhaps even the divine influence of Kahlia herself as her statue watches over the occasion from the front of the temple. Either way one lick isn't enough for the warrior, and soon she's doing her best to bathe every inch of it with her tongue. When she's done that at least twice she moves on to the heavy testicles hanging below, cupping them with one hand to bring them to her lips.

The boarkin makes more than a few appreciative noises as she works but it doesn't distract him from his own task. Like the rest of him, the man's tongue is thick and direct, perhaps not suited for the most nimble of approaches but with its own strengths. When it slowly grinds against her clit it feels as if it takes a full minute to complete a pass, and when it probes inside of her Beatrice wonders if she perhaps hasn't taken smaller cocks in her time than the organ penetrating her now.

The pair have hardly been intimately acquainted for long, and aren't particularly familiar with the reactions of each other's bodies - to say nothing of the fact that they've never even been together with a member of the other's species before. So it manages to take both of them by surprise when their climaxes are nearly in sync, with Beatrice's thighs clamping around Igthen's head only moments before the boarkin begins firing off like a fountain. In the depths of her orgasm Beatrice is far too distracted to aim the man towards any particular target, and so when her senses return a few moments later she finds her face completely drenched in the man's seed. She does flick her tongue out for a quick taste, but unfortunately it seems as if 'sweet-tasting cum' is not a boarkin specialty.

Still, there's a smile on her face as she returns to her original seat and lets Igthen get some air again. "Wow! That was...honestly, I wasn't expecting to get off that fast tonight, even after seeing what sort of party Janey dragged us to. I might need a little break though, to..." Beatrice gestures at her face and Igthen gives her a good-natured laugh before reaching behind the couch.

"There are of course privy chambers if you need them, but if you look around you'll find towels and wash basins all over the place - regularly refreshed by the priests of the place. I admit I was also hoping to reserve my strength for a little longer - it will be a long evening, after all! But you're a competent woman in many arenas it seems!"

"Ha, as are you!" Beatrice cleans herself off with the materials Igthen hands her, before shifting in her seat. "So, uh...it's been good to see you, but..."

"Haha, by all means, don't allow me to monopolize your time! But of course, if you would like to see me again tonight, feel free! With the...supplements on offer tonight, I plan to stick around for a while!"

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With a smile, Beatrice sets the towel aside and climbs to her feet. Lacking a better target she again heads in the direction of the refreshments at the center of the chamber, and finds herself a magically-cooled drink to chill the heat still running through her. From her spot she does her best to scan the room without looking like a voyeur, but after a moment she finds something that has her making her way to a far corner of the temple. While there doesn't seem to be any official designations the rounded couch in this section seems to be reserved for those relaxing rather than immediately taking part in the festivities, but that's not what draws her over.

"Kliss! What brings you to Stoneden?"

As if stirred from a daze, the lizardkin merchant blinks his eyes a few times before focusing on Beatrice and recognizing her face. The man had served as a guide for Beatrice and her companions through the Untamed Reaches for quite a while as part of his caravan, but they'd parted ways months ago and the traveler had never come this far with them. "Beatrice! Well, it is a delight to see you again! I hadn't expected you to still be in town yourself!"

Without waiting for an invitation Beatrice slides into the seat next to him and gives the man a smirk. "Well, turns out you can't just inkbind an entire body in an afternoon, so it's been taking a while. I have managed a few though, as you can see." She puts on a bit of a pose with her shirtless attire, and grins again as she notices that it's not her new tattoos that the man's eyes are drawn towards. "But how about you? The caravan's coming to Stoneden now?"

The man waggles a hand. "I am doing some business while I'm in town - no cargo shipping, contracts mostly. But to tell the truth I mostly came for the festival! The temple here is known for being, aha, one of the best in the Reaches for it. I'll admit I'd also wondered if I would run into you again, but I didn't expect to do so at the festival, haha!"

"A pleasant surprise, I hope?"

"Oh, very pleasant." The merchant runs his eyes along Beatrice's body again, and she does the same to him. The lizardkin is dressed in the local fashion himself, and so his snake-like form is on full display. He does have legs like any other beastkin, but a thick tail does emerge from the seat cushions to trail its way down the sofa. His coloring of green scales, with a yellow-brown chest and belly that traces down to his only garb also manages to direct her eyes. Beatrice and Kliss had been intimate on an occasion or two during their travels, and the warrior knows just what exactly lurks beneath that scrap of fabric.

Kliss's gaze is just as appreciative as hers, and if Beatrice had ever felt any shame about the burn scars covering her form she would have long since grown out of it by now. Kliss, she knows, is already well familiar with them by this point and it doesn't seem to bother him in the least. Feeling in a good mood, thanks to the general atmosphere and the possibly divinely-blessed drink, Beatrice decides to push the conversation ahead a few steps.

"So, I'd love to catch up on what you've been up to the past few months, but it seems like it might be a waste of the evening - and if you'll be in town for a bit we can certainly meet up again later. You're not, ah...with anyone here tonight, by any chance?"

Kliss smiles, showing his needle-like teeth, but shakes his head. "Just enjoying what company I find. And I'd love to enjoy yours once again, valiant monster slayer, haha!"

"Good. Then let me get reacquainted with my two little friends here..." Beatrice pushes aside the merchant's garment, and sure enough a pair of scaly cocks quickly reveal themselves. The top one brown, the lower one green, Beatrice had actually had a bit of experience with their dual natures before and so she quickly picks up with her old tricks. With Greeny grasped firmly in one hand she dives down onto the other, and Kliss groans with pleasure. She spends a few moments tasting the man before coming up with a question.

"Hrmm...not your first partner tonight, huh?"

"Ah...there was a boarkin woman, I did not catch her name. But with the, ah, snacks on offer tonight - and of course your wonderfully skilled tongue - I do not doubt I will still be able to prove a good accounting of myself!"

"Well, I would trust a caravan leader to be good with accounting...although having two of these certainly doesn't hurt. It seems like you're already prepared though, so...if you'll just give me a moment..."

As Kliss nods, Beatrice again swings her legs over a male partner for the evening, although this time landing in his lap. She puts some extra effort into arranging the positioning of things however, as having a partner with two phalli leads to a number of options, and some...experimentation in months previous had lead Beatrice to believe that some were certainly preferable to others. Which isn't to say that they don't still pose a bit of a challenge. Had Igthen not already treated her so well earlier Beatrice would likely have needed some working up to this, but as things stand the warrior decides to get right to it - and lines up both cocks with her cunt.

"Ah - are you sure? I know in the past you had some - ah!"

Beatrice's answer to Kliss's question is to drop down onto the two heads, and the woman shudders as they spread her out. Individually Greeny and Browny are more-or-less average in size, but that still adds up to quite a lot when pressed so tightly together, and even as slick as she is it takes Beatrice a while to properly work her way down. "Ah, fuck - I'll never get used to this!"

"I - I am delighted to be a constant source of - of new experiences for you! But...ah, hrmf..." Whatever Kliss was about to say is lost as his bloodflow is entirely directed to keeping both cocks erect inside of Beatrice's tight grip, and the man trembles when the warrior's ass eventually lands upon his balls. "Oh, blessed Kahlia! Blessed Palain!"

"Yeah...praise the gods, alright. And praise these...oh, gods." Beatrice's self-control begins to fade as she tries to pull herself back up, and the ridged heads of the reptilian dicks scrape every single millimeter of her walls as she does so. She doesn't even get half as far as she was planning before her knees give out and she collapses back down, making both of the pair groan. "Just...whoo. Gimme a minute."

"I'm...I'm in no rush...please, take your time..."

Beatrice does exactly that, slowly fucking herself up and down on Kliss's dual manhoods. She does eventually begin to pick up some speed but it's only a relative thing, and all throughout her encounter she can't forget the feeling of just how stuffed she is inside. Although it's Kliss who has two sets of genitals it ends up being Beatrice who climaxes twice throughout the course of the encounter, before Kliss is at last recovered enough to make his own feelings clear.

"I am...quite close, Beatrice. Shall I - "

"Give it to me, Kliss! I wanna feel it all!" The merchant does his best, pumping his pleasure into Beatrice from two heads at once. There's hardly room enough inside for a single load however let alone two, and virtually all of it is quickly pressed back out, spilling over his groin and both of their thighs. Even with that extra lubrication though it's still not easy for Beatrice to quickly pull herself off - nor is she in any rush to even if she could - and the pair stay like that for almost a full minute before she finally collapses next to him with a very well-fucked sigh.

"That...was even better than I remember. Gotta be something in these drinks for sure. ...I should tell Janey you're here by the way, I bet she'd love to 'say hello' again herself."

"As would I - after a good long rest, perhaps! It would be good to see the others again as well though, is your entire entourage present?"

"Partially, Tassa's over there, but...oh. Huh." Beatrice blinks as she recognizes Laquerel near the center of the temple...and still somehow pinned up in a pillory. She tilts her head...and then grins as a thought occurs to her. "Maybe have yourself another mug, yeah? I bet our squirrelkin friend would love to see you again tonight..."

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