At, the waiting room.
Evelyn sat on a cushioned bench, her voluptuous curves once again draped in her casual blouse and skirt, the crimson dress a memory folded away.
Her blonde hair was slightly mussed, her emerald eyes clouded with a mix of exhaustion and resolve.
She had washed away the evidence of her encounter with Tessa, but the heat of it lingered in her veins, unspoken.
Her heart quickened as the door opened, revealing Jack and Lila, their casual clothes—Jack's jeans and shirt, Lila's denim shorts and tank top—restored, but their expressions telling a story of their own.
"Where were you?" Evelyn asked, her voice sharp with maternal concern, her gaze flicking between her children.
Jack's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his lean frame shrinking slightly as he avoided her eyes, the memory of Jessa's touch still burning in his skin.
Lila, by contrast, radiated a restless, unspent energy, her sapphire eyes gleaming with a horny glint, her cheeks flushed a vivid pink.
Her latex fetish had been stoked by Nessa's dominance, but the stern futanari had left her aching, unfulfilled.
In the shower, Lila's fingers had danced between her thighs, chasing release that never fully came, leaving her body taut with need.
"We… wanted to help," Jack mumbled, his voice barely audible, his embarrassment palpable. Lila nodded, her lips parting slightly, her breath quickening as she shifted, the denim of her shorts rubbing against her sensitive skin.
"We got jobs too," she added, her voice husky, a faint smirk betraying her lingering arousal.
Evelyn's eyes widened, a surge of protective anger rising in her chest.
She opened her mouth to scold them, to demand why they'd thrown themselves into the dungeon's dark embrace, but the words faltered.
Their earnest faces, the way Jack's shoulders squared despite his blush, the way Lila's gaze held a fierce determination beneath her horniness—it was all for her, for their family. She exhaled, her anger dissolving into reluctant acceptance.
"Fine," she said, her voice softer, tinged with resignation. "How much did you make?"
"Fifteen silver coins," Jack said, his voice steadier now, a flicker of pride in his eyes.
"Twelve for me," Lila added, her fingers twitching, her body still humming with unspent desire.
Evelyn nodded, calculating silently.
"With my fifteen, that's forty-two coins. Enough for a while," she said, her tone practical, though her mind churned with the weight of what they'd done.
She rose, smoothing her skirt, her curves swaying with a quiet grace.
"It's night. Let's go." She didn't ask about their experiences, nor did she share her own. The silence was a fragile pact, a shield against the raw intimacy of their shared reality.
They nodded, falling into step behind her as they left the waiting room, the dungeon's pulse fading behind them.
At the gate, the cool night air greeted them, the violet sky of this futanari world studded with unfamiliar stars.
There, by a horse-drawn cart, stood Tessa, Jessa, and Nessa, their towering, muscular forms unmistakable even in the dim torchlight.
Tessa's black hair gleamed, her bronze skin radiant, her futanari bulge pronounced beneath her tight trousers.
Jessa's softer curves were wrapped in a sheer robe, her warm smile directed at Jack, who blushed furiously.
Nessa, stern and sharp, her leather corset accentuating her massive breasts, gave Lila a knowing nod, sending a fresh wave of heat through her already aroused body.
The sisters waved, and the family returned the gesture, a tentative acknowledgment of their shared encounters.
Tessa approached Evelyn, her stride confident, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Quite the coincidence," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
"We're sisters, you know—triplets. Tessa, Jessa, and Nessa. And we each got one of you tonight."
She chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the family. Jessa winked at Jack, her lips curving into a teasing smile, deepening his blush.
Lila's breath hitched, her eyes locking with Nessa's, the memory of her strict dominance stoking her unfulfilled need.
"We had fun," Tessa continued, her tone suggestive, "but an hour's nowhere near enough."
She produced a small card, its edges embossed with a rose, and pressed it into Evelyn's hand, her fingers lingering. "This is our address. Come to us—all three of you—for an orgy, and we'll pay one gold coin. A night you won't forget." Her smile was both promise and challenge, her futanari presence radiating power and allure.
Evelyn's fingers tightened around the card, her heart racing.
"I'll think about it," she said, her voice steady but her mind a whirlwind of temptation and caution.
Tessa's chuckle was low and warm.
"Our gates are always open for you," she said, stepping back to join her sisters. Nessa took the reins of the cart, her muscular arms flexing, while Jessa blew Jack a playful kiss.
The triplets rode off, the cart's wheels rumbling into the night, leaving a charged silence in their wake.
The family exchanged glances, the weight of Tessa's revelation settling over them.
Evelyn realized the full scope of their encounters—each of them bound to one of the triplet sisters, their experiences intertwined in ways they hadn't anticipated.
Without a word, she tucked the card into her pocket, her expression unreadable. Jack and Lila followed her lead, their thoughts a tangle of desire, embarrassment, and resolve.
They wandered Vyrn's cobbled streets, the town quieter now, its women retiring for the night.
At a modest inn, they secured a room for ten silver coins a week, a simple space with a single bed and a worn couch.
Exhausted, they settled in, the silence between them heavy but comforting. Jack claimed the couch, his lean frame curling into its cushions, his mind replaying Jessa's touch.
Evelyn and Lila shared the bed, their blonde hair mingling on the pillow, Lila's body still restless with unspent arousal, though she said nothing.
The night wrapped around them, a temporary reprieve from the world they'd stumbled into, their forty-two coins a fragile promise of survival.