Two figures, one quite rotund and the other small and thin, approached from the center hall. The larger man was human, six and a half feet tall, sporting a protruding gut with a protective plate. The women was much tinier and almost Elven in her thinness, clothed in a cleric's robe. They went up to Ty's prostrating figure with warranted caution, but failed to notice Steph waiting in the wings nearby. Mistaking the situation as safe, the two lowered their guard and turned towards another.
"Looks like we got a little Elf here," the fat man began, "although with an ass like that, I'm not sure I can call her little! Thickest I've ever seen of her kind!"
"I don't know, Bart, don't you think it's a little suspicious?" the girl said, her eyes darting towards the dark hallways nearby. "If something seems too good to be true, it usually is."
"Bah! You're always so cautious Eliza. Haven't you heard of, erm, what was it again? "Gwrus"? "Gw-ear"? Something like that. These Elves go into heat like barnyard animals at some point in their lives. She probably got it while adventuring down here".
Ty's expression was purely erotic, but in his heart he felt indignation growing. They were getting Elves and his culture all wrong! It was called "Gwres", not "Gwrus", and it was something Elves could choose to initiate once in their lives. And no, it did not turn them into mewling sex kittens; had Sorhafe been in the middle of "Gwres", she'd have Bart pinned to the ground and made HER plaything. An Elf in heat was nothing to mess with.
"I'm not passing this up," Bart said, "keep an eye out and give me a few moments with this little slut."
Eliza sighed and turned her back on the fat man. With an eager grin, he reached into his pouched and removed a potion while undoing his belt buckle with his other hand. His hardening erection hung in the cool dungeon air as he swallowed the orange concoction and let off a stupendous burp. He positioned himself behind Ty, running one hand down the curves of his ass while another tugged at his cock. With each passing second, the average-sized member fattened more and more.
"You're about to find out why they call me Fat Bart, Elf. And it ain't because of my gut!"
Without a further word, he tugged the former-friend-turned-buttplug from her ass and tossed it aside, nearly hitting poor Eliza. He slipped his cock into her waiting asshole with a satisfying "plop" and held it in their motionless. With each passing second, he could feel the now-large member pulse more and more, growing and thickening. It was starting to strain Ty's tight butthole far more than even Eric had. Somewhat painful and yet... Ty couldn't help but enjoy it. He wouldn't have been turned on by something like this in the real world; Sorhafe's influence on his mind was digging deeper and deeper. He considered giving in and letting himself enjoy the pleasure. It was, after all, a roleplaying game. If he didn't embrace Sorhafe, would he really be able to win?
Such philosophical thoughts we shut out of his mind as Bart's engorged member, horse-like in size, squeezed against his asshole and colon walls. His pulsing cock finally began to rock back-and-forth, shooting pain and dirty pleasure through Ty's lower half; he screamed in shock and ecstasy. Steph, meanwhile, saw her chance. She tip-toed out of hiding and beelined for the unsuspecting cleric. Hidden by the moans and groans, she struck and as it would turn out...