Isran gently blew on her spoonful of soup before sipping it. It was a very fvorful dish, with hints of onion and garlic though she was sure those were not the exact ingredients.

  Elysi showed her how the meal was usually eaten. The shredded meat was added to the orange soup and the bread was used to pick the meat from the food. For the sake of the animalfolk the meat was usually not mixed into the soup and the bread had no milk in it.

  Isran thought is was a very good meal and appreciated the way Neos accommodated for people like Elysi when assembling dishes.

  Most of the priests and priestesses left them to eat alone, only a few stopping by to express their joy seeing Isran awake and healthy.

  Isran was starting to suspect they knew of her connection to their patron goddess but she had no way of knowing for sure.

  When they had eaten their fill Mireya re appeared with a rge pitcher filled with a blue liquid.

  “Essence of Sephia.” The way she smiled as she pced the cy pitcher down told Isran all she needed to know about what it’s contents would do to her.

  Elysi poured herself a cup and Isran noted how slightly thick the liquid was and it’s faint pink hue. Infact when it settled in Elysi’s cup a small pink plume floated out of it.

  Elysi sipped a little of it and sighed contently. “It’s been so long since I’ve had this.”

  Isran smiled at Elysi, tempted to share her girlfriend’s joy.

  Calliope—who had moved to her own seat—poured herself a cup and unlike Elysi who sipped a bit of the blue drink, she gulped the entire cup at once.

  Her pale cheeks immediately tinted pink and Isran wasn’t sure but her eyes seemed a bit hazy, almost gzed over.

  Elysi coughed a ugh gently. “It’s quite strong.”

  Phaedra also poured herself a cup though she seemed to appraise the drink with a very worried expression.

  “I’ve only read about this…” She mumbled lightly and looked into the cup like the liquid would coagute and stab her in the eye.

  A sip wouldn’t hurt. So Isran poured herself a cup as well and took a small sip as her more reserved girlfriend watched.

  Though it was cold in her hand the drink was warm as it passed through her throat, the faint burn of alcohol tinged her throat an explosion of sweet fvor filled her mouth.

  Isran hummed in surprise and blinked a few times at the cup, “wow.”

  Elysi ughed a bit. “Yeah, it’s an experience.”

  Isran hadn’t drank a lot back on earth, mostly shitty beer and watered down liquor but she didn’t think the Essence of Sephia was just really good alcohol, there had to be some magical element in the drink.

  Phaedra sipped hers and Isran watched in light amusement as she tensed up slightly as it went down her throat, she rexed almost immediately after and hummed as she frowned down at the drink before taking a few more sips.

  Before Isran knew it she had drank two full cups of the Essence of Sephia and her head felt a bit light.

  She had been so focused on her drinks and watching her girlfriends drink that she hadn’t been paying attention to the rest of the feast.

  The priests and priestesses were getting more touchy, some of them already shedding their clothes and others bringing in several pillows.

  Her skin felt sensitive to an almost painful degree and she was soon panting.

  Isran turned to find Elysi intently staring at something and was a bit peeved to find Oldin and Mireya kissing in an almost feral way.

  She had never thought of herself as a jealous partner. Jess was rather touchy with her friends and when they had started dating that had never bothered her. But knowing Oldin and Elysi had been together, and not just that Oldin essentially being Elysi’s first client bubbled a weird green feeling deep in Isran’s chest.

  The feeling consumed all her thoughts and before she knew it she was reaching for the pitcher again.

  Elysi’s eyes immediately darted to her hand and grabbed it. “Wait… that’s a lot.”

  Isran wasn’t upset at Elysi, but she was feeling something, something she wasn’t familiar with and she had no idea how to deal with it.

  A priestess knocked into their table, her breasts completely bare as a more masculine priestess—dressed simirly to Oldin—pyfully chased her.

  Isran blinked at the dispy and realized that the banquet was slowly turning into an orgy.

  She looked back at Elysi, whose eyes were firmly on her face, worry etched into her expression.

  Isran lowered her head till her lips were lined up with Elysi, her head tilted and a question on in her eyes.

  Isran didn’t think she had ever seen Elysi blush so hard, maybe it was the Essence of Sephia, maybe it was the numerous sexual acts happening all around them, Isran didn’t really care in that moment. The stinging jealousy she was feeling had not gone away and so a little rougher than she ever had she kissing Elysi, their lips pressed firmly against one another.

  Elysi let out a small surprised sound at the intensity and Isran used that opportunity to slip her tongue into her mouth, pushing the smaller woman’s tongue back in an almost predatory sort of way.

  A shiver ran through Elysi’s body, Isran’s hand—the one she had pnned to pick the pitcher with—grabbed Elysi’s chin and huffed into her girlfriends mouth and she kissed her harder.

  When they finally withdrew from each other Elysi’s eyes were gzed and her lips red and plumper. Saliva connected their lips and Isran could feel her dick hardening.

  She couldn’t help herself, and gnced at Oldin and Mireya to see they had both sat down, Oldin behind Mireya her hand fondling the other priestesses rge breasts as she stared intently at Isran and Elysi, Mireya was also looking at them, her eyes gzed over and her chest heaving with each breath she took.

  The jealousy was still there but even more there was a satisfaction, she could see how much the sight of them together bothered Oldin and she reveled in that.

  Isran’s eyes left the pair to turn to her two girlfriends. Phaedra was panting slightly, her eyes darting around as people got naked and the sounds of sex began to fill the space.

  Calliope was alseep, and seeing her girlfriend completely dosed off immediately broke Isran out of her heady haze. It was an ammusing sight, a bit expected considering how much she drank but still funny and all her jealousy and lust moved to the back of her mind.

  “We should leave.” Isran whispered just loud enough for Elysi and Phaedra to hear her, motioning to a sleeping Calliope and both blinked back their fogs as they turned to look at the sleeping mousegirl.

  Phaedra ughed a bit, a small hiccup following while Elysi sighed is a fond sort of way.

  Oldin frowned as she watched them stand, Isran picking up Calliope, careful not to wake her.

  Most of the priests were half dressed and Isran thought if anyone stopped them it was as a good excuse as any.

  Oldin and Mireya called out to them as they passed, and Isran made it a point not to look at the fondling that was still happening.

  “Leaving so soon?” Mireya’s voice was noticeably slurred and her body loose in an almost drugged way. Isran herself was still sporting her erection and the longer she stayed the more the effects of the alcohol seemed to sneak back.

  “It was a wonderful night, but we must turn in.” Phaedra smiled kindly staring at the wall behind the two.

  Oldin huffed, her efforts of civility less successful as her face revealed her displeasure with the development.

  “Don’t be such prudes. It’s a fun night.”

  “Don’t be a dick Oldin.” Mireya slurred, resting her head on the orc’s shoulder. “You are always invited her… all of you.” She added, turning to face Isran with a warm smile on her face. It cked any lust and Isran was almost taken aback by it.

  “We’ll remember that.”

  The ride back to their house a bit of a predicament. Outside the temple there were less people milling about the air chillier, and a every sound louder than during the day.

  It was a bit of a stumble getting into the carriage with Calliope in her arms but Isran managed and as they made the ride back a new issue arose.

  Her erection was very much still present and Calliope’s sleeping form sat dangerously against it, every bump rubbing against her and the Calliope breathing gently against her neck.

  Elysi hand id her head on her shoulder but was not so subtly rubbing her covered breast against her arm, her hardened nipple pressed against Isran through her yers of clothing.

  Phaedra was also pressed against her, though she was nervously gncing at Elysi’s actions, her breathing even heavier and her thighs rubbing almost discretely against each other.

  When the carriage finally stopped, Isran was feeling almost edged. Her dick was painfully hard, a wet stain on her trousers no doubt and her head even more heady than before.

  They thanked the driver and entered their home, moving slowly as Elysi tapped the magical nterns around the living room.

  She sighed and fluffed up her hair. “Why don’t we rest here, carrying her up can’t be easy.”

  Isran knew exactly what her girlfriend was doing. Her strength was more than enough for her to carry the mouse girl up to their bedroom, but she was not going to compin. With her erection getting even more painful she quietly sat down, Calliope shifted in her sleep and mumbled something Isran was sure was a different nguage.

  Phaedra silently followed Elysi and they returned with red floating behind them, several pillows in hand. They had a thinner mattress hidden behind the stairs and Isran gently pced Calliope down on the couch as she went to get it.

  They were very silent as they made the bed on the living room floor. Isran could almost smell her own arousal, her heady getting foggy as they finished the st touches to their sleeping arrangement for the night.

  Elysi dimmed the nterns and Isran breathed unsteadily as her girlfriends stood before her. Phaedra looking bashful and Elysi looking ready to pounce on her.

  Calliope made a small sound and Isran heard shuffling behind her, the mouse girl blinked up at them as she sat up and slowly her expression morphed from tired and confused to lustful.

  Isran realized in that moment she was probably about to fuck all three of them, on one bed, together.

  Her breathing got faster and her hands twitched with impatience.

  “Well..” She cleared her throat, her voice thick with anticipation. “… what do you want to do?”