"Shhh, don't wake him up!" Neomi whispered assertively towards Mina, her large and luxuriantly soft breasts swaying as she crawled on all fours on a certain young man's bed, her supporting elbow pressing down just a few centimeters away from the sleeping guy's chest, which rose up and down with every breath.
All three persons in the room at the moment were heavily inebriated, especially because the village tavern brought out its strongest and most potent stout for the celebration this afternoon, to commemorate a once-in-a-lifetime victory of a mish-mosh of peasants and a troupe of prostitutes prevailing over a threat that normally required army presence to resolve.
The unique characteristics of this particular home-brewed stout came from the use of wormfang root in the brewing process, which was a type of tubular plant root indigenous to the mountainous region around the village. When eaten raw, ingesting wormfang root could cause severe hallucinogenic projections and nausea, but when carefully peeled, boiled, and infused with the yeast in reasonable amounts during the brewing process, the juice of the tubular root magnified the alcoholic content of the stout up to sevenfold.
Sevenfold was a ludicrous magnification of any alcohol's effects, and yet the wormfang root infusion was slow and somewhat difficult for a human body to digest, and so the effects would kick in later than usual compared to alcohol…
Alcohol usually kicked in for a normal person around five to ten minutes after ingestion, but the wormfang root juice took quite a bit longer depending on the ingestee's innate tolerance for the mildly hallucinogenic diluted and strained version of the substance.
Interestingly enough, there was a bottleneck to a person's liver processing the infusion, much like a supply chain problem revolving around the Panama canal's throughput rate, or the rate at which commercial ships and boats could pass through the infamous Panama canal which connected the Atlantic and the Pacific oceans back on earth.
To make a long story short, someone who imbibed several mugs of the exceptional stout served in the tavern downstairs would get drunker and drunker and drunker long after they had their last beer, and then there would be a half-life decay after peak drunkenness that would last until the next morning at least.
And to put it simply, the two voluptuous blonde elf twins with glowing white skin were already beginning to feel more and more loose and lax with their inhibitions.
After all, despite their differences, Neomi and Mina never really picked fights with each other to that magnitude while sober, and they certainly would never conceive some kind of battle over making a boy they just met hours ago cum as fast as they could.
"Um…" Neomi said, her normally pale complexion flush and bright red from the alcohol coursing through her veins. Her head movements were groggy, her dewdrop shaped round and beautiful face bobbing side to side as she tried to keep her balance as best as she could.
Propped up with her elbows on the other side of Devon was the sharp eyed Mina, who still had his semen inside of her from earlier, which her pussy eagerly gobbled up and drank all of his precious semen. But the alcohol coursing through her body and soul right now made the vixen faced girl smile slyly as she prepared for a second course.
From an impartial third party's point of view, it was currently impossible to tell who'd win this particular matchup. On the one hand, Neomi had the edge of novelty for a conscious Devon who could experience the high of sleeping with another elf girl for the first time. She held the high ground in the fields of cuteness and innocent looks.
But on the other hand, Mina already knew Devon's body after having thoroughly inspected his cock with her own salivating kitten down under her waistline, and so she knew what made him tick, and more importantly, how to make him cum as fast as possible. She was also just bedded by Devon this afternoon, so the novelty factor did not fall off yet. In addition, she had the sex appeal of an exotic elven sex toy, almost like a real life sex doll. Mina held the advantage in terms of raw seduction and lewdness, compounded by the red glow on her face that made her look like she was in heat.
Slender and graceful elven fingers slid onto Devon's upper thigh, near his waist, which was responded by a matching slender hand on the other side, its pointer finger dragging seductively across the sleeping Devon's waistline.
A war for female supremacy had just begun.
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