His shield is not very good, but raises really fast, so it lets the impact against the ground be a bit cushioned. And maybe it means that the chunk of crystal doesn't crush anyone's head.

Still, ouch. Thomas pushes the crystal chunk away from his head, and looks around.

It's dusk, wherever this is. It's also wet; they're outside, and the ground is grass, and the surroundings are trees, and it's raining. The damp earth underneath them is the kind of texture that tells of a place that sees rain often and for long times, and the presence of clouds in all directions promises it won't abate for a while still.

Joy. Thomas stands up, then he uses the rain to wash his hands because he used them to stand up from a damp ground. He offers the washed hands to help the other two stand. "Do you guys have any idea of what happened? And where we are?"

They both accept a hand. Once he is standing, Henry pulls his shirt up to protect his face from the rain. "Not a clue," he says after taking in the surroundings. "I don't think they were doing anything with teleportation." He looks inquiringly at his Gabe, before crouching down and examining the crystal chunk.

"From what I heard, it was yet another attempt to stop the cloning? A Henry had just stepped away from the crystal? Didn't look like he was running from an explosion."

"Then... we should focus on finding shelter from the rain. And keep the crystal safe."

"And ourselves safe. Crystal grow some weapons first. Give everyone a Gabe shield."

"Right. Gabe, grow your power crystals while I figure out how to strap the cloning crystal to your back. Thomas, make the weapons?"

"Sure."

They go about doing that. Thomas goes to search for existing branches that look sturdy enough. The basis for a crude spear.

It's the woods and it's raining. More than enough branches to go around.

There's a flash of lightning in the distance, a moment of light to illuminate their surroundings and more clearly reveal the details of the environment. The jungle also extends a ways into the distance, but it's not so thick as to obscure what seem to be ruins of black stone to the north. There are grassy boulders and short cliffs peppering the landscape, some even shaped as to offer some shelter from the rain.

"Hey, guys. Isn't your world supposed to not have any other people in it?" He points in the direction of the ruins. "That looked like old crumbled buildings."

"That can't be. Or... let's get out of the rain first." He has finished improvising strapping the chunk.

It's like a backpack filled with rocks, but without the backpack. Gabe raises one of his shield crystals above himself (and above the others). It starts diverting the rain. It still hits them, but not as much.

Good. Towards shelter? Towards shelter. One of the cliffs or boulders should do for now.

Shelter it is! They can easily find some combination of rock and earth that suitably shelters them from the worst of the rainfall. It's not very windy, which is a blessing, but the air is hot and sticky and damp and their shoes are absolutely getting soaked and filled with wet dirt.

Ugh. This is terrible. He sets the crystal down on the ground.

"Be careful to only put down what you can pick up in a hurry."

"You think we might be attacked?" Henry asks taking off his shoes and trying to get the mud out.

"I think we are not even in the same world. So I will be careful. Do you think either of you could make raincoats?"

"Yeah. I can do that. But are we going to stay exactly here? You might want a tent or an umbrella first."

"A tent sounds better."

"I don't think this is the best place to stay overnight. I want to look around for a better spot first."

"Can't do that in the dark," he points in the general direction of the dusky sky.

"Guys you are both pretty. And also my best friends in this whole world. Don't fight. It will make future threesomes awkward."

"Fair point."

He supposes he at least knows how to deal with someone that is horny. "Make some capes we can then turn into tents," he says to Gabe. "I will make us some lanterns and maybe a fire. Or start with the fire and then the lanterns."

"Sure. I will make us more pointy sticks." He offers the pointy stick to Henry.

They go about doing those tasks. Henry can't start the fire without wood, so he goes about making the lanterns first anyway.

Maybe making the lanterns and/or fire was not such a good idea, as a couple of minutes after they start emitting light they hear what sounds unmistakeably like growling.

Thomas makes sure he has the shield crystal safely secured for use and raises his pointy stick to intercept anything.

Henry shines the light towards the soure of the sound. He makes crystal spikes grow out of his forearms.

Dusk plus heavy rain means it's pretty damn dark, almost night dark. So the feline creatures they are shining their lights on might not actually be black panthers.

They sure do look like black panthers, though. Four of them.

"Make yourselves look bigger..."

"There are too many of them. Aim for their faces."

"...And louder."

"Fight the danger first. Then each other." He has stopped creating the plastic fabric, and is now using what he has as a flag thing to look bigger. Also, he growls at the panthers.

They seem to be trying to scout the three for threats first, and Gabe's flag trick does seem to spook them a bit, but these panthers seem rather more aggressive than one might expect and one of them decides to lunge for him rather than cowering.

Gah! Panther can get a facefull of the thing happens to be holding: the rainproof sheet. Which, Gabe has the presence of mind to put between himself and the creature's mouth.

"No!" Henry tries to get the creature away from Gabe with a kick.

And Thomas will have to watch out for further attacks, because these two clearly don't know what they are doing.

Another panther, encouraged by the first panther's not being immediately killed, decides to go after Thomas who seems smaller and more importantly alone.

Are you ever truly alone when you have a pointy stick in your hand? Likely, but Thomas has a pointy stick and a magic shield that he can raise right before the creature connects. Then his pointy stick can make a deep connection with the overgrown black cat.

Gabe is also reminded that he has magic. And tries to push the panther off himself.

Second panther is appropriately surprised by shield and sticky and gets very stabbed! It does not immediately die but it does become immediately useless.

First panther growls but is successfully pushed off. Second panther's death sets the other two panthers off, who decide to Avenge Their Comrade. Or maybe they're just dumb animals who don't know how to run from danger. Or maybe they're just very very hungry. Who knows. What they do know is that they are now being attacked by two extra panthers, and the first panther tries to go for Henry while the third and fourth ones both try to go for Gabe while trying to keep away from Thomas, who has proven to be the bigger threat so far.

Henry is more agile than Gabe, but in an ill-advised maneuver decides to put the spikes in his forearms to good use by swinging them at the panther's arms.

With his foot, Thomas kicks mud against the other panthers, aware that they will aim for vulnerable targets. "Get up."

That is a good idea. Gabe throws some mud and dirt in the beasts' direction while retreating to get to a standing position.

These beasts are now aware that sharp things are a possibility and so are prepared for Henry's sharpness. The panther jumps out of the way and lands paw-first on Henry's thighs before attempting to bite some un-spiked part of Henry, plausibly his shoulder.

The panthers seem only barely inconvenienced by the dirt—which makes sense, they live in a jungle where it rains a lot, it would be pretty maladaptive if they had trouble with soft material being flung in their direction—but the inconvenience is sufficient to permit Gabe the time to stand up. And then be lunged at by a panther.

(The one Thomas stabbed whines one last time before dying.)

He lets the panther lunge at him, so he can raise the shield and make the thing slide off and above him. Maybe it can hit the rock they have been leaning against.

Ouch. How does the panther feel about more spikes growing out of Henry's body? It hurts. But so do animal bites.

Thomas will just make sure the third panther doesn't lunge at any of them while the other two are distracted.

The panther that bit Henry's shoulder whines and pulls away as soon as it feels the tips of the spikes, which prevents it from being Stabbed To Death In The Brain but it does get some bleeding.

Third panther is trying to find an opening to get at Thomas. It does not seem suitably impressed by and/or afraid of the spear.

Silly panther. Maybe silly enough to fall for a faint attack. Thomas pretends to go one way, goes to another. Attacks the open flank.

Gabe grabs the spear that Henry has failed to use and swings it in a long arc against the Panther that just bit Henry.

Both of these panthers are either smarter than your average panther or used to humans. They fall for neither trick, and attempt a counterattack, while the third one tries to join the fray against Thomas specifically.

Mostly to let out his frustration, Thomas growls loudly as he deflects the attack without being separated from the other two.

Henry throws the spikes on one arm, while Gabe defends by letting a panther bite into the makeshift spear.

Growl growl makeshift spear is destroyed, and now that panther goes for Gabe. The three of them are surrounded, and even though one of the panthers is still bleeding from the mouth they are still trying.

Those are some really stupid or really hungry apex predators. Or both. He pulls Gabe out of the way and raises a shield.

Thomas will do his best to get these things out of the gene pool. He aims to stab the lunging one, but instead it hits Henry's shield.

And that is when a man, wearing nothing but a pair of bone earrings and a bracelet with a glowing gem, holding what seem to be a torch and a steel axe, lands by the panther from who knows where, severing its head cleanly from its shoulders. The other two panthers leap away and growl at this newcomer, but he turns right towards them and growls back.

Wow. "Don't get distracted," Henry says to Gabe before even realizing he should follow that advice himself. He picks up the pieces of the broken spear.

"You ask so much from me," Gabe mutters.

Thomas is entirely happy with this turn of events.

The naked man does not wait for the panthers to make the first move, and he jumps towards them with the axe swinging. They dodge, but they're not fast enough to dodge his followup arcing swing and swirl, which catches one of the panthers' foreleg and the other's haunch. They get the hint that maybe this is the time to flee, but he cleaves through them as if they're made of butter, and in only a few more seconds it's over, their carcasses surrounding him and the only sign of any exhaustion on his part being some panting. He hauls the axe up so it's resting on his right shoulder and turns around to look at them. "Are all of you alive?"

After a pause where the three of them stare at the man's dick, Thomas looks up and speaks. "We are, mostly thanks to you."

"Yeah, it's only the three of us. And we are not fatally injured," says the one with several onyx spikes poking out of his skin, a few of them even bleeding. After raising his eyes he is making a point of keeping them raised.

Gabe does not break eye-to-dick contact. "Thanks for saving us, how can I repay you?"

"By staying alive." He does not ask what in the Great Serpent's name they are wearing. Instead, he jerks his head towards the north and says, "Come with me."

"Will do," Thomas says. he is back IN survival mode, but that won't stop him from appreciating the view. "Show the way?"

Gabe picks up the crystal chunk after Henry prompts him to.

So he starts leading them north, towards the ruins they saw.

It's rather dark by now, and hard to see, but there's lightning and thunder which seems to startle some small thing nearby, based on the little squeal they can hear. The man notices and turns to look for the source, and finds... a panther kitten, small and afraid and curled up on itself. His expression immediately softens. "Hey, little guy, it's okay. Was that your family?" The panther does a tiny squealing growl in response. "Shhh, I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't needed to kill them, either."

Awww, adorable murder-kitten. "Sorry that me and my friends are so appetizing to your relatives," Thomas says to the tiny creature.

Henry, by constrast, is giving the thing a rather sour look. He has retrieved a lantern and shines it in the creature's direction.

The man moves his axe from his right hand to under his left arm and scoops up the kitten with his now-free hand. It tries to resist, but it does seem to be rather starving, and can't fight him off. "Shhh, little guy," he repeats. "I'll get some food into you." He straightens up and jerks his head to the north again then keeps going.

From this direction, they can see more firelight, seemingly coming from atop one of the ruins.

After a pause:

"Thank you for rescuing us. Where are we and where are you taking us?"

He waves for Gabe to not say anything.

"The ruins of the ancient Lemurian settlement," he replies. "I believe this specific location is Dagon's Eye. I am setting up a base there, although it is still unfortunately under construction." The kitten mewls softly in his hand.

An appropriately-timed bolt of lightning in the distance illuminates the skeleton of the structure he seems to be building: there is a squareish balcony made of wood held up on top of a tall stone structure by said structure itself plus some wooden pillars firmly attached to the ground. The beginnings of a wooden bridge leading from that square towards the rest of the ruins seem to be under construction, but that is all. There is a large and thick tent over the structure made of animal hide, seemingly treated to be impervious to water, and the structure itself is dry enough to attest to its quality.

There is a rope ladder leading up to it, its bottom high enough that one might need to jump to reach it.

"Nifty place, did you build it yourself?" Thomas asks. Up? It sounds like they will need to jump and go up.

"I did, yes. Would one of you be so kind as to hold these for me?" he asks, offering them the axe and the torch.

Henry takes the axe, since he already has a light source.

Also, his spikes have mostly vanished.

Thomas takes the torch and waits until he can climb the rope.

So the man starts climbing, one-handed, with the kitten in hand.

What a very agile man.

"Don't forget to shield your fall or you will break your neck," Henry tells Gabe.

When the man arrives up top, he gently deposits the kitten on a bundle of furs then goes back to look down. "Do any of you need help up?" he calls.

They look at each other. "No, do you think your rope can take more than one at same time?"

Henry covers Gabe's mouth.

"It can take all of you," he replies with confidence.

Gabe just smirks and they quickly climb up. Well, limited by their injuries but no one falls.

The area is large enough for them all to be comfortable, but only just. There are furs on the dry treated wood that one could not-terribly-uncomfortably sleep on, as well as a taller, bigger pile of furs and hides over in a corner that looks like it might be clothes of some sort. A large part of the area is occupied by a campfire, with an iron pot hanging over still-burning embers, smelling of recently-cooked meat. A wooden box lies in another corner, filled with what seem to be tools and bunches of wood and iron.

The man is feeding the kitten tiny scraps of roasted meat when they arrive, and it's making tiny contented sounds.

So adorable and so bad ass. "May I come close? I am freezing."

"Sure. The furs and the tent will keep you warm, as soon as you dry up, it's wet but actually really hot here if you're dry." When he sees Henry arrive, he takes the torch back to place it in a little metal nook he has prepared for this, away from the campfire, so there are two sources of light and warmth. When he does that, though, he notices Henry's injuries and frowns. "We will need to treat that or it'll get infected," he says, moving over to the pile of probably-clothes-question-mark? to try to look for something there.

"We can use our magic to patch ourselves up. But that's very kind of you."

He pauses and looks over his shoulder. "Are you sure? I have some aloe wraps here, it would be no trouble."

"Our kind of magic is different from yours."

He lowers his hands and shrugs. "As you wish, then." He holds out a hand in Gabe's direction for his axe and sits on the floor, cross-legged. "Well, make yourselves at home, such as it is. My name is Taharqi. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, right. This is Gabe, and Thomas. I am Henry. Thank you for saving us... if there is anything we can do to repay you."

His hand covers Gabe's mouth. While the other picks up the axe to hand it over.

He accepts the offered axe and fetches a small cloth-like thing to clean it up. "While I am sure we can fuck later as your friend seems to so terribly want," he says, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head in Gabe's direction, "it would not be appropriate to ask for sex as payment for saving someone's life. Or anything, really. You are not in debt."

"In my defense, it's not every day I'm saved by a naked warrior. But I will selflessly fuck you regardless of payment."

"Let me check your injuries," Henry says, taking Gabe's shirt off . "But still, you saved our lives."

"Also, we are like, from a different world so we might want to keep your help if possible," he says, removing his shirt to check for injuries on himself too.

Taharqi looks a little bit bemused by Gabe's mentioning of him being naked as if that in itself meant... anything.

"'Different world'," he repeats.

"That is what I said. Oh, wait. You weren't going to hide that from him?"

"What? No! I am just not used to explaining 'we are from another world' to people. It's not like I had the opportunity to specialize in that."

"You might want to take a step back to explain what 'different world' means, exactly."

"There is more than one world, and you can't travel between them the way you could travel by moving the normal way. And they can be quite different from each other, including having different kinds of people, magic or just ways they work. Does that help?"

"Is this like the realm of the dead or the realms of the gods?"

"I am not familiar with either. But our world is not a place that you could walk, or fly, or swim to. No matter how fast or if you could move indefinitely."

"I... see. I think."

"We were in a magical accident, which is what got us here."

"That seems unfortunate. Does your world not have... weapons, or animals? You seemed very unprepared, out there."

"Ah, it does. But we weren't expecting a fight with wild animals."

"No offense, but you two also suck at fighting."

Yeah you do, he doesn't say.

"Well, are you hungry?" he says instead.

"We would love to eat. Thank you so much. We... our magic is capable of duplicating things if given enough time."

He has been inspecting Gabe's injuries this whole time, and Taharqi can now see a black crystal outgrowth from Henry's finger that covers Gabe's injuries.

Weird sorcery. Cool-looking, though.

He gets to his knees to scoot over to the iron pot, and he grabs some clay bowls to distribute spiced meat with berries to everyone.

Thomas accepts the spiced meat with berries. "So, how about you? Do you often sexily rescue strangers from wild animals?"

"Sexily? I don't often rescue anyone because most people around here would just as soon kill and eat me but the three of you seemed more lost than most."

"Sexily. Because you are sexy. And physical prowess and unabashed nudity is hot. Also, yeah, we are definitely more lost than most people."

"This place has cannibals?"

"Nudity is hot...? That sounds like you would be turned on very often. And yes, the Darfari tribes like eating people to please their god."

"Ah, we are from cultures with different standards around nudity. Likely sex if your offer was at all common. And… yikes, about the cannibals. Is their god real?"

"...Yog is real, yes, are most of your gods imaginary?"

"Yes? Some worlds have real gods, but that has never stopped worlds from coming up with their own."

"Why would you invent gods if they don't exist?"

Henry gives him a helpless shrug.

"Do you guys really want to talk religion during dinner?"

"'Dinner'. You have meal times. That's interesting."

"Huh... that is surprising."

"Huh... how are you understanding us?"

"I... thought it was some magic of yours."

Thomas looks at Henry.

"I... have no clue. It's not like we have translation magic."

"I did not realise you were speaking a different language until just now, actually."

"Huh... If you can understand this, raise your left hand."

"What?"

Left hand.

"Cool. So, I guess the power of translation was coming from you all along."

"Huh." He lowers his left hand, but looks at the bracelet with the green gem on it. "Then it's probably the bracelet. It's the only magical thing I have on my person right now, and they were made for communication."

Not that there was much else on him to serve as an alternative. The earrings, maybe.

"Neat. Anyway, yeah, we are from wacky worlds where people make up gods, specific times for meals and clothing and sex nonsense."

"I'm from this world," he says, grinning. There's a mewling sound, and he goes to check on the kitten.

"How is the kitten doing? Do you know if it is already weaned off?"

"He ate the meat just fine. He's asleep, now, I think that was him making noises in his dreams."

"Aw, adorable."

"Do you know if it's a safe pet?"

"Not at all, he might kill me when he grows up. But I killed his parents so I think it would be fair."

"I can't argue with that logic. I could teach you my magic to protect yourself."

"Or a muzzle, or both."

He has been eating his meat and checking himself for injuries, creating pale green patches on his skin.

"Now might be the part where I mention that when I die my body reforms back home so I am not that worried about it."

"Cool!"

"That is good news. How does it work?"

"I don't really know. It certainly is the bracelet, as it teleports to me when I wake up, and I'm not sure how it decides where my home is, but yeah."

"Ah, how do you get one? I am feeling all lonely being the only here that never comes back in one way or another."

"Become a political enemy of your country's government and then get exiled."

"Oh, that sounds like a not-fun but interesting story."

"They hand out immortality bracelets like that?"

"I think it's unintended. These bracelets were originally designed by a race long extinct, of giant-kings, twice as tall as me, maybe more." Taharqi is tall, at least for an iron age human. "There was a war, and they took humans as slaves, and gave them these bracelets to ensure obedience." He looks out, now, at the distance, even though it's dark enough that there's not much to see but the dancing shadows of the ruins and trees closest around them. "And to ensure they would never flee. This whole area, which we call the Exiled Lands now, is surrounded by a magical barrier. These bracelets will kill anyone wearing them who attempts to cross. And as far as I know, most people who die just end up dead.

"I didn't. I was careful, more careful than most exiles here. I had planned for this eventuality, I had heard of the Exiled Lands and although there are no accurate maps there were things I knew. So when I did get exiled I knew where to go, and what to do. I survived, for longer than many people do here, at least if they don't join one of the many factions around here. And even when they do, I don't think they live very good lives.

"And then one day I died, despite my care—perhaps I was not as careful as I am pretending, right now, I grew bored, I raided a village of hyena cultists, and they sacrificed me to their god. And I woke up in my house."

"Well, that sounds like a gruesome to go, but I'm happy that you survived ...not surviving."

"Trust me, I would have been extremely put off to die there," he says, smiling. "I still have far too many things to do."

Henry smiles back. "Anything we could help with?"

"Maybe, but let's think about that on the morrow. You have just arrived at a strange new place and been attacked by violent fauna, I am sure you must be very tired."

"Oh, that's fair."

"It was a suddenly eventful day, I give you that."

"This base does not have better accommodations or more private quarters, unfortunately, so we will have to sleep here. If there are no objections, though, I myself find the furs rather comfortable." He crawls over to another corner and grabs a sealed waterskin and a clay jug. "Water and red berry wine," he explains, offering them the containers.

Thomas accepts, taking a sip out of the wine to taste it, then passing it over to the other two.

"Thank you. I have definitely slept worse places with two or more guys."

Henry accepts the containers and... makes two tiny conical cups out of black onyx for himself and Gabe to drink from.

"That sorcery of yours looks extremely useful."

"Thank you. It is, it lets me grow these crystals out of myself, absorb things, and duplicate absorbed things. And with enough practice a person can make their own kind of empowered crystal with a personal power."

"And what is the cost?"

"Ah, it hurts and it spends energy like a physical activity. Takes some time to learn how to do it right for the more complicated things."

"That... is less than I would have expected."

"Magic can be very different between worlds."

"What's the local magic like?"

"There are... many kinds, I suppose. Most types of sorcery involve calling on gods or demons for it, offering them sacrifices. Of knowledge, or blood, or life. For something as useful and versatile as that, I would have expected... I don't know, sacrificing someone and imbibing their blood to absorb their life energy, or something."

He shrugs.

"Charming."

Henry makes a face. "Well, any blood resulting from our magic is accidental. We have that much going for it."

"Plus, the duplication of nifty gadgets. Ooh, we should film him. With a focus on his cum-gutters."

"...you should what with a focus on my what?"

"Cum-gutters are those lines on your waist that go towards you dick area," he says pointing at the relevant area on Taharqi's anatomy.

"why"

Shrug.

"It is... just an expression, unless you are asking about the filming part?"

"I am asking about the expression, but yes the filming part intrigues me also."

Gabe just shrugs. "I just like the expression. Subtlety is not my style."

"Huh, I assumed it was not a literal expression, more like how they channel your gaze into a direction that makes you cum?"

"So films. We have machines that can do things like record light and sound when you point them towards the thing you want to record, and some other machines can show you the record. Some machines can do both."

He pulls out his phone from his pocket, happy to see that the outer casing is a bit cracked, but the phone itself is whole and working. He opens the video gallery, showing a short clip of a brook.

"—that's incredible."

"Thank you! I didn't invent the thing, but I did adjust and create this model. There are other functions and uses that require other people and machines, but it's handy. And I could make you a few."

"A few. Wow."

It is finally dawning on him what "copy" means, here.

Thomas peers over Taharqi's shoulder at the phone. "I am disappointed you don't have any personal videos in there."

"He does, but in a hidden folder."

"Personal? Folder?"

"Videos of us fucking and the like. Folders are the things where the things that are the films are."

"So... one of these?" he asks, pointing at the phone.

And, well, now he's getting affected by all this talk of fucking.

"I mean, inside the phone, Henry can explain it better. I'm more interested in other areas." He lowers his eyes.

"Well, I can try explaining. I don't know if you will be too distracted."

"I vote for being too distracted," Thomas stage whispers into Taharqi's ears.

Taharqi grins. "I think I would be rather inspired by these... personal videos of yours."

Thomas pats Taharqi on the back. "Now we are talking!"

Henry snorts, but he fiddles with his phone and unlocks the private folder. He selects a video of himself and Gabe in a pool. Gabe is already naked and pulls down Henry's swimming trunks; Henry "retaliates" by grabbing Gabe's head and """forcing""" Gabe to suck Henry's now exposed dick.

Oh, that is some... high resolution. Taharqi grins, licking his lips, and looks at Henry's crotch with a... pensive look in his eyes.

Henry grins and stands up to remove his shirt.

Gabe, being ever so helpful, undoes Henry's pants and pulls them down. They do this process with practiced ease. Henry is wearing white briefs with a remarkable volume inside them. He gives Taharqi a look that seems to communicate the sense of an invitation to come forth.

Yeah, Thomas is definitely not going to be out of this fun, he starts stripping off too.

"You're wearing pants under your pants," Taharqi observes, reaching for them to unceremoniously pull them down, too.

"A common plight that affects many of us," Thomas says showing his own red underwear before pulling them down without ceremony.

"They are meant to protect the pants from- you know what? I can explain things later."

Gabe is just quietly ditching the rest of his clothes. But being quite happy about it.

And since Henry is right there and he got all inspired he's gonna go ahead and grab Henry's dick to start playing with it.

He wants to take a lick.

Oh, he can have a lick, hopefully the taste of precum will please him. Henry reaches down to raise Taharqi's chin up. Then grabs his head behind the ear, to pull him in.

What a bossy man. Taharqi appreciates it, and is all too easily pulled in.

Then he can get an eyeful of Henry's lengthy and veiny cock. And also a mouthful.

Meanwhile, Thomas and Gabe will get more acquainted with each other.

He's rather good with his tongue.

Also he has at least one hand that is not currently holding Henry's body parts so he wants to use it to find some other cock. Thomas's or Gabe's, one of theirs', surely.

Luckily there is some cock to be found: Thomas's. The additional hand is sure welcome.

Gabe happens to be on his knees, and his hands and mouth are busy too, but with a different part of Thomas's anatomy.

That is pretty great. The hand that is busy with Henry's body is currently grabbing Henry's ass, making sure he is secure in his position full of cock in his mouth, but he can multitask and his other hand is not idle.

Multitasking is a pretty useful skill to have. Thomas decides his mouth is too unbusy, so he will kiss Henry.  While getting a hand job and a rim job. That ought to help his multitasking.

Henry appears mildly surprised, but not in a bad way, then he is kissing back while guiding Taharqi's head.

Taharqi is eager to please. It's a shame his hands are so busy and he doesn't really have any oil on hand because he would love to lube Henry up and finger him.

Gabe is doing alright with fingering Thomas with just saliva.

Oddly scented, actually.

Well if Taharqi had spit to use he would but right now he is thoroughly enjoying this veiny dick in his mouth and does not want his tongue to go anywhere else.

That is an entirely valid preference!

Thomas is definitely not complaining about everyone's preferences right now.

Henry does have one complaint: Taharqi's dick is really not getting the attention it deserves.

Not like Taharqi himself can do anything about that. Or really minds.

Well, would he mind if Henry wanted to return the favor and went down on him? Because while that might disrupt their amicable positioning... Henry just wants to go down on that cock, alright?

Well, sure, Henry can go down on that cock if he wants, he isn't complaining.

Neither is Henry, hard to, given how much of a challenge it would be so much to take into his mouth. But Henry will valiantly (and delightfully) tmake the effort.

He is pretty well-trained, Taharqi can tell.

"Ah, fuck -" he moans when that happens. Yes, Taharqi can tell. "Great Serpent you're good at this," he says, running his hand through Henry's hair.

"I have practice," Henry says between breaths. He gives a playful lick from the base of Taharqi's cock to the tip.

"So much practice, thanks to me."

Well now Taharqi has to look.

Gabe is an easier challenge, but still quite a challenge.

Not that that is going to stop Thomas.

Taharqi kinda wants to practise, too.

That's an entirely relatable feeling. If only he had a dick of similar length and girth to Gabe's around.

Oh, wait, there sure is a resemblance here.

A group of attractive men with pretty dicks just happened to stumble upon him and want to fuck him.

Lucky day.

Henry can't entirely enjoy all moments of the day, but he is sure enjoying this moment too much to disagree. He also thinks that spitting on his fingers and rubbing them against Taharqi's hole is a good use of his hand.

Oh okay yes he thinks that is a pretty great use of Henry's hand.

Isn't it just. It sure complements nicely what he is doing with his mouth!

"Okay I'm going to need you to fuck me right now, this teasing is driving me crazy," he growls, clenching his asshole around Henry's fingers. "And I want someone else's dick in my mouth while you do it."

Finger wiggle. "If you insist. Gabe, can you give me some lube?"

"I wouldn't be me if I didn't always carry some."

"I have a dick for your mouth."

Squeeze. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Apparently nothing more than that. Open wide, barbarian.

Henry fetches the small package of lube that Gabe throws at him. Open wide, barbarian.

The barbarian is wide open, front and back. He gets on all fours and perks his ass up while looking up at Thomas's face with a downright hungry expression on his face, then he opens his mouth.

Gabe helps Thomas get in a better position to insert his dick into Taharqi's mouth while getting fucked. He sure is having a good time.

Tasty.

Taharqi wiggles his butt. He's missing a dick somewhere.

Not for long; after lubing him up, Henry diligently works on fulfilling Taharqi's needs.

"Hhmmmmnnnnnnnnn," he moans, mouth too full of cock for anything more articulate than that.

Henry kisses Taharqi's neck. And he reaches to stroke his cock with a hand.

"I think he is - oh, fuck Gabe. I think he is enjoying it, Henry."

Taharqi can't nod because of the mouthful of dick but he makes some very appreciative noises about being so filled up.

Poor sexy barbarian, can't even speak. Especially with how Thomas and Gabe are working together to face-fuck his wet mouth.

He's also working, making sure to match his own movements with their pumping, figuring out how to keep up with Gabe's thrusts as he sucks and licks Thomas's cock. He is also making the best noises, and his eyes are both shut in pleasure.

Between breaths Thomas manages to say, "At this rate I'm going to come soon."

Well Taharqi can pull away for long enough to give Thomas a look and then just point at his open mouth.

Then he resumes sucking.

"Well, give him what he wants. I will help," Gabe tells Thomas, twisting one of his nipples while saying this.

Well... since they are being so helpful.

Thomas builds up a back and forth movement to fuck himself on Gabe's dick, while also fucking Taharqi's mouth. Not holding back.

Then... release.

Oh yes. Taharqi doesn't moan because he has to swallow and those activities are incompatible, but he's going to make sure to not miss a single drop of Thomas's cum.

Thomas on the other hand does moan, and shudder, feeling the wave of hormones surges through his body. Then he takes a deep breath once it's over.

Taharqi only lets Thomas's dick flop out of his mouth when he is sure there are no more loads coming, and he just grins up at the other man and licks his lips. "Thank you," he says, although the "you" is lengthened into a moan as Henry continues to thrust into him.

(Henry is very proud.)

"Thank you," he moans. "Gabe, take your turn to feed our savior. I will go under and blow him."

Oh okay sure drinking more cum sounds like a grand idea.

Hopefully he doesn't choke. But he sure looked quite experienced with Thomas.

Thomas is currently under Taharqi, returning the favor.

He's definitely experienced enough. He decides to take the whole cock in, down into his throat, in one go, just to show off.

"Ooh, you are skilled."

"Less talking, more face-fucking."

Taharqi's mouth is once more too full of cock for him to comment that Gabe can multitask, but also he wants to drive the other man into nonverbality so it suits him just fine. He reaches up with his right hand to grab Gabe's left buttcheek and then inch a finger towards his hole because... well, he wants to finger Gabe, duh.

As for his dick, being sucked by Thomas, it's leaking a fair amount of precum and hard as steel, and one might get the impression Taharqi is doing his utmost to hold off on coming.

Gabe loves this plan of getting sucked and fingered at the same time. He moans.

Thomas is alternating between trying to deepthroat Taharqi (which is a difficult enough task that he doesn't really manage) and licking his balls to give the poor sexy barbarian's dick some rest.

The poor sexy barbarian has zero complaints here, and his thick sexy barbarian's middle finger is soon joined by one or two more in Gabe's asshole. He seems to be enjoying himself, being rather active both with his mouth and his hips. Just because he's being spitroasted doesn't mean he can't contribute.

Being spitroasted is a very important contribution to an orgy! Not that Gabe can comment very clearly. He moans again when the middle finger comes in. "More."

Index finger goes in, and then ring finger does, too. He's effectively fingerfucking Gabe while sucking him off, and he decides that just to punctuate this he is going to actually deepthroat Gabe—just for a bit, Gabe is deliciously big—while getting his three fingers all the way in to their base.

Does he want a squirming Gabe? Because Gabe is squirming! And grabbing Taharqi's head with force. The only coherent thing he manages is "fingers".

Fingers sounds like an interesting idea... And there are a couple of holes and a couple hands free for those purposes.

Oooh, Henry also loves some overstimulation. Maybe not as much as certain people here (read Gabe), but he is not complaining.

Okay now Taharqi's dick starts twitching more in Thomas's hand; there's only so much he can take. His moaning intensifies and gets louder once he decides he doesn't want to hold back on coming anymore, and he starts pumping his dick into Thomas's mouth and sucking Gabe's cock desperately.

Thomas is not going to let any of Taharqi's cum go to waist. His efforts shall be heroic in this endeavor.

Well, is it coming time? Gabe guesses it's coming time. Or at least he doesn't see any reason why this orgy couldn't have another mouth filled with cum. Drink it up.

Taharqi feels like it would be very silly and narratively incorrect to go "Ooh, more cum!" This is nonetheless what is going through his head when he feels Gabe's load start filling his mouth and he does his best to swallow it all, slurping the drops that dribble out the side of his lips and licking them all up. And the sheer hotness of drinking two hot guys' cum in rapid sequence like that drives him over the edge and he comes, too, filling Thomas up with what seems to be, and is indeed, several days' backlog.

He hasn't cum in a while.

Thomas ha a vague notion that this is a lot of cum, but it's mostly eclipsed by the notion of how hot all of this is. Slurp.

Henry has an acute sense to know when Gabe is finishing coming, but is not out of his endorphin high. "I want the three of you to eat my cum."

Gabe is kneeling before the end of the sentence, although he takes a moment to French Taharqi's mouth.

Oh that's hot as fuck. "Someone is bossy, huh?" he says, but he's on his knees, too, tongue out and eyes up like a good boy.

Thomas also gets on his knees, taking a moment to peck Taharqi on the lips, before turning to Henry.

"I am bossy only to the people I like." He says this while patting Gabe's head. "Open wide you three." He strokes maybe about three times before starting to pump semen on their faces. He was being overstimulated just now.

Hot hot hot hottttt this might be the hottest thing that has ever happened to Taharqi.

Well. Spontaneously, at least. There were some more planned orgies back home...

Anyway.

He licks his lips and laps it up.

And Henry moans and shudders, letting it all out. Only having enough presence of mind to bring Thomas's head closer so he can lap it up too.

Thomas didn't need the help, but he is sure appreciative. He licks and kisses Henry's dick and the others' mouths.

So does Gabe. They can't have a single drop go to waste.

Yum.

"Well that was fun," says Taharqi, laughing after pulling away from Thomas's kiss.

"It sure was," Thomas says a bit breathlessly.

Henry sits down next to Gabe. "Thank you, I am sure Gabe is really proud for having an orgy in less than a day after arriving in a new world." He kisses Gabe.

"Got to keep your life interesting," Gabe says after the kiss.

Taharqi's face is sticky. He licks his lips once more then walks outside their small covered area to get under the rain, again.

Yeah, as much as Gabe likes it, even he wants to clean himself off. Henry and Thomas follow suit. "Want some soap?"

"—you have soap?"

"I can make soap." He raises his hand showing a patch of dark crystal from which is growing a bar of cream-white soap.

"We should inventory all the things we can make. And all things we have on us to replicate."

"Well, I will not refuse free limitless soap."

He can use it to help clean up in the rain.

Gabe offers him the bar. It smells like lavender. Then he and Henry start washing off each other.

"We can probably do the inventory thing tomorrow," Thomas suggests.

"Yeah, sleeping is probably a good idea for tonight."

There are some furs he can use to dry himself and them.

Thomas accepts. He also helps to dry Taharqi off, just because.

Henry and Gabe also do that, but with more casualness and less obvious lust than Thomas.

"Down, boy, we can fuck more in the morning," he says, laughing.

Thomas laughs along and makes an innocent face. "I know, I know."

"In his defense, you sure are ridiculously tempting."

"I don't think I have ever been so nakedly lusted after."

"Oh, really? Does this mean everyone is as hot as you, so you don't stand out?"

"I wouldn't know," he replies, grinning. "Maybe you will tell me when you meet more people."

"Can't wait."

"Huh, are there non-cannibal people around?"

"Friendly people, cannibalism is a low bar."

"Most people aren't cannibals! I did not mean to give a different impression. Friendly is harder but still not impossible, I have a friend guarding my home back on the Highlands. I suppose I could bring him here for you to meet tomorrow."

Shrug. "Besides Gabe's curiosity, I wanted to get a lay of the land. I am sorry for assuming that cannibals are overly common."

"They mostly stick to the desert, anyway. You will not find many of them around here."

"Good to know. When you said you could bring your friend tomorrow, by what means would that be? Is your home a day's walk from here?"

"No, no, it's several days by horse. What I would do is die, reform my body back there, then bring him over using the magical teleportation map I built there."

"Huh, gruesomely convenient."

"It is! Finding out that it worked for the first time was not that nice, but now that I do..." Shrug.

"I think I can make the death relatively painless, but still. I guess it's your call."

"Or we can decide tomorrow. After a nice night of rest cuddling each other."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Thank you!"

And after drying off, they can settle in for the night?

They definitely can.

It's wet throughout the night, but it gets colder and colder. Their furs are enough to keep the warmth in, and then as morning comes the rain stops and a crisp morning sun's light hits them through the canopy.

They've had worse sleeping conditions. At least they have each other. Henry wakes up early, but only gets up if Taharqi or Thomas are already awake.

Taharqi is definitely already awake, although he's trying to be as quiet as possible as he fusses with some stuff in a box.

Henry presses a hand down on Gabe's chest so he doesn't move. Then he sits up and wordlessly greets Taharqi. The box thing might be private, so he doesn't call attention to it.

Taharqi returns the greeting and eventually pulls some dried and salted strips of meat from the box to hang over the embers of the campfire.

Henry grins. And quietly scoots over towards the campfire. After a moment of scrutinizing the thing, he starts making something with his magical crystals.

Taharqi just shoots him an inquisitive look but continues to smoke the meat.

Henry is creating something to go around the campfire, his signature black crystal but apparently with something white underneath.

After that is done he starts creating a blue metallic kettle.

By that point Thomas starts waking up. He blinks confusedly at his surroundings.

Taharqi notices and offers him a wave and a smile.

"Good morning," Henry says, while also poking Gabe awake. "Do you want some coffee, Thomas? Taharqi?"

Gabe wakes up. Without any preamble he stands up, showing his massive morning wood while stretching.

"Sure."

"I don't think I know what that is," says Taharqi, unashamedly staring at Gabe's wood.

"It's get-awake-juice. And sure, Henry. Isn't making that food that fast bad calorically wise?"

"I am planning to reuse the kettle and most of the volume will be water. Which I won't make."

"Speaking of making water, excuse me, but nature is calling."

"Go answer its call," laughs Taharqi. "I think I will pass on the get-awake water. I'll be fine once I die."

Gabe leaves the tent to do that.

"It's not too much effort if you want to. You sure earned it."

"Huh, how long should it take to make the round trip?"

"I should be back within an hour."

"Huh, I guess we can wait until you are back to ponder more deeply about our situation or give explanations about capabilities."

"Too bad we forgot to film last night's orgy."

"How do you jump to that train of thought?"

"We can film fuck videos as one of our capabilities."

Taharqi laughs. "Maybe we should have another one later. Do you want me to do anything, show you guys anything, before I go meet my maker?"

Shrug. "I don't know, but maybe Henry can be the expert pessimist again."

"Thanks, I so enjoy being that. How long should we wait for you? What should we do if you don't return? If we start building or creating lights around the place will it get attention?"

"If I don't come back in two hours something seriously wrong has happened—really, even an hour is an exaggeration, but let us be safe—but." He sticks his head out of the tent, looks around, then points towards the east. "See that tall slab of black rock over there, with the purple smoke around it? I should come from there, with Sendhei."

Peers.

"Alright. If something happens we will try to leave some signal either here or there for you to find, okay?"

Gabe returns, alleviated and washed of hands. "So, lets have breakfast?"

"I was preparing some food for you here," says Taharqi, gesturing at the meat. "Make yourselves at home." And he gets up and starts walking out.

"You are great," Gabe says going for the food without a second thought.