Treblak on the Mooove

There Treblak lay, all limbs bound with the Sorcoress' magic and the twins gyrating above him. While Treblak thought that this kind of kinkiness would be a grand idea, he began having second thoughts... after the first 20 hours. Unfortunately stamina chants only so far.  He'd already "blown his DP" four times, and these twins were still going.

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Treblak's body began to glow in a blue light, and then disappeared right before the twins' eyes. Infuriated, the two girls grabbed up their clothes. The templar slammed her shield into the ground.

"Take it easy Ana, we'll find him," the sorceress said in a soothing voice, but with a wicked grin. She moved her hands in a symbolic gesture, and before them opened up an illusion gate.

Now, there's something you should all know about Treblak. Ever since he was banned from the Abyss, his teleportation spells haven't worked quite right. The same goes for his chants that increase his speed. Pretty much anything that alters the movement of matter, is always on the fritz. The first few times something strange happened, he brushed it off as a mere fluke, something in the aether perhaps. But when the issues continued, he realized that this was a permanent issue. He attempted speaking to the ones in charge, but after his Abyss incident they wanted nothing to do with him. So Treblak avoided teleporting except in the most dire of situations. Being attacked by two sex-starved twins just happened to be one.

The blue light began to to clear. Treblak's vision began to clear and shapes faded into view. A small blob...movement... clucking? A qooqoo stumbled into Treblak's naked leg as he phased into solidity.

"Stupid bird," Treblak grumbled. He had had enough rolling in hay to realize that he was in the loft of a barn. He covered himself and unlatched the loft door to peer outside. With any luck, the farm would be abandoned or everyone would be out in the field.

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Treblak spun around to meet the eyes of a young girl, no doubt the farmer's daughter.

"Hello Miss, and how old might you be?"

"18 Sir, and who might you be?"

Yes, with luck, the farm would be abandoned or everyone would be out in the field. But on the other hand...