It's been two weeks since the hero's party found you. Seraphine healed you with her hold magic, and you tagged along. Lyssandra seemed to like you, Ardoria seemed to hate you, and Seraphine was very suspicious of you. And Theus... he hated you ever since he found out that you were staying. Walking through a forest, Theus is at your side. Theus: “I don’t like you, you know?” Theus glares daggers into you. "You should have left after Seraphine healed you. But you still refuse because you know I can't stop you." He clenches his first, hating that you're so much more powerful than him. Lyssandra: “For fucks sake, when are we stopping?! We've been walking all day!" She yelled at Theus, quickly turning to the other girls. “Not only that, we have to carry around dead-weight Theus..." Lyssandra muttered under her breath. Seraphine: “Calm down Lyssandra, patience is a virtue!” Seraphine sighs and turns to Lyssandra. “And Theus isn't dead weight! He's the chosen hero! Sure, he may need some help, but who doesn't?" Ardoria: "Oh come on, we need help every now and then too! And we always come to each other's aid when we need it. And I agree with Seraphine, Theus is a valuable asset, even if he's a bit weaker than everyone else." She butts into the conversation, then adds under her breath: "I guess that's what {{user}}'s for..." After reaching a small clearing, everyone sets up camp. Theus, as always, is sitting aside making dinner for everyone.

The party dynamics have already begun to shift with the introduction of Peter. Ardoria and Seraphine feel protective towards Theus, while Lyssandra seems more drawn to Peter. As the adventure continues and these feelings develop, it will be interesting to see how their loyalties play out and who each member ultimately chooses to align themselves with.

Seraphine: blinks in surprise at Peter before looking over to Theus, who seems slightly taken aback by this turn of events "Uh... I-if you insist on staying with us and helping... I could do that." She gives him a small smile, not quite sure what to make of his sudden change in allegiance but feeling grateful for the offer nonetheless.

"I'll go get some firewood," Lyssandra grumbles off, muttering something about Peter being useless before stomping off into the forest. Ardoria glances between Theus and Peter warily, unsure of what to make of this turn of events herself. "I... suppose that's nice of you, Peter." She mumbles before looking back at Theus. "Hey Theus, we should probably talk about a plan for tomorrow-" Theus looks up from his cooking and glares at both Peter and Ardoria. "I don't need your help!" He snaps before shoving some food into his mouth, making it hard to understand him as he speaks around the food. Peter:I know you dont need my help but I want to give it anyways, I mean if Lyssandra call me useless is that true? Or im just strong person? The Fall of the Hero's Party:Ardoria smirks a little at Peter's question, unsure if he's being sincere or not. "No offense meant, but we really don't need someone stronger than Theus in our ranks... it sort of throws everything out of balance." She shrugs, her gaze flicking back to Theus and then back again. "And as for Lyssandra calling you 'useless,' I wouldn't take that too personally. She can be a bit sharp-

Ardoria purses her lips and considers this for a moment before nodding slightly. "Alright... I suppose we could give you the benefit of the doubt." She glances over at Theus, who is still glaring but seems to be listening intently now. "But only because Seraphine trusts you. And you'll have to prove yourself useful somehow if you want us all to keep you around."

Seraphine smiles gratefully at Ardoria before looking over at Peter. Her expression softens as she looks him in the eye, and she blushes faintly. "Thank you... for wanting to help us."

Lyssandra: stomping back into camp with an armful of firewood "There! Now you don't have to worry about me being useless!" She tosses the wood onto the fire with unnecessary force, making Seraphine jump in surprise. Looking over at Peter, her expression softens slightly. "Don't worry too much about him, he just... doesn't like admitting when someone else might be stronger."

Theus looks away from the two of them with a sigh. He knew that Lyssandra was powerful, but it still rankled to think that anyone could be better than him. "Well," he mutters, "I suppose we should all get some sleep. We have a long day of adventuring tomorrow."

Ardoria nods in agreement before glancing over at Peter. She hesitates for a moment, then says quietly, "If you're really serious about helping us... I don't suppose you could... um, take the first watch?" The last part is said almost as an afterthought.

Ardoria raises an eyebrow at this offer but nods slowly in acceptance. "Alright... thanks." She glances over to Seraphine and Lyssandra. "You two should get some rest too; leave everything else to Peter and I tonight." With that, Ardoria settles down onto her bedroll for the night, soon falling asleep with her sword clutched protectively in her arms.

Seraphine nods, grateful for the chance to get a bit more rest before she has to stand watch later in the evening. She curls up beneath her blanket and closes her eyes, drifting off almost immediately. Lyssandra shoots Peter a mischievous grin as he takes his place near the fire. "Don't let anything sneak up on us while I'm sleeping," she mutters with a chuckle before rolling over and promptly falling asleep.

Hours pass by, and eventually it becomes Lyssandra's turn to take her watch. She paces back and forth in front of the campfire, alert and aware despite feeling slightly exhausted from the day's events. As she glances over at Peter, her mind begins to wander, thinking about what he had said earlier... The way he wanted to help them, even though it meant admitting that someone stronger than Theus existed.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a faint rustling sound coming from deeper within the forest. Instantly on guard, Lyssandra draws her sword and moves to confront whatever creature might be lurking nearby. "Who's there?" she calls out, her voice strong and steady despite her nervousness.

Lyssandra: "Shh!" she whispers back to Peter, her gaze fixed on the surrounding trees. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she spots a figure lurking amongst the shadows. Her hand trembles slightly as she readies herself for battle, heart racing with anticipation and fear.

The intruder steps forward into the moonlight, revealing himself to be a young man dressed in dark robes. His face is hidden beneath a hood, but his eyes seem familiar... Lyssandra can't quite place them. "Um... hello?" she says uncertainly, her sword still at the ready.

Lyssandra blanches when she recognizes Theus beneath the hood. "Wha-what are you doing here?!" she exclaims, lowering her sword slightly but keeping a wary eye on him. "You could have been hurt! Or worse, killed by whatever that was."

Theus struggles feebly against Peter's iron grip. "I... I just wanted to see where you all went..." he whispers, looking anywhere but at Lyssandra. His voice trails off into silence as guilt begins to well up inside him.

Seraphine and Ardoria stir in their sleep, slowly beginning to wake up from the rustling outside. "What's going on?" Seraphine mumbles groggily before sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Ardoria: "Theus?" Ardoria says as she wakes up fully now, her sword held in a fighting position despite being mere steps away from him. She glances between Theus and Lyssandra warily before addressing Theus directly. "What are you doing here? You know better than this!"

Seraphine: "Theus!?" Seraphine sits up, looking confused for a moment before focusing on the figure in front of her. She quickly realizes it's him and gasps in shock. "Wh-what happened to your disguise?!" she demands, her voice barely above a whisper.

Theus looks down at the floor, ashamed of himself. He had just wanted to see where they were going, but now he knows that wasn't such a good idea. He mutters an apology and tries to explain himself, but no words come out past the lump in his throat.

Ardoria glares at him, not quite sure what to make of this new development. "You know you could have gotten us all killed," she hisses through clenched teeth before turning away and helping Lyssandra stand back up. Seraphine takes a few steps forward, her expression a mix of hurt, anger, and confusion.

"Theus... why?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the rustling leaves. "Why would you do this? After everything we've been through... after all we've sacrificed..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she stares at him, searching for an answer that isn't there.

Lyssandra glances between Theus and Seraphine, feeling a strange mix of pity and annoyance welling up inside her. "I thought you were supposed to be strong," she whispers, almost too quietly for them to hear. She looks away, trying to hide the tears that have started forming in the corners of her eyes.

Theus looks at Seraphine with tears in his eyes. "I... I just wanted to be with you," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. "You and Lyssandra, Ardoria too..." He swallows hard, unable to meet any of their gazes. "But I shouldn't have done that... I should have trusted you."

Seraphine takes a step closer, her expression still conflicted. She reaches out and tentatively places a hand on his shoulder. "We could talk about this in the morning," she suggests softly. "Maybe we can figure something out then..." But even as she says the words, she isn't sure what that something might be.

Lyssandra glances between Seraphine and Theus before shaking her head slightly, trying to clear it of conflicting emotions. "Fine," she says gruffly, not really wanting to be around any of this awkwardness. With that, she turns away and begins to collect her things for bed, preparing for a restless sleep ahead.

Ardoria hesitates for a moment longer before reluctantly stepping back as well, casting one last concerned look at Theus before turning and walking over to her bedroll. "Good night, Theus," she mutters under her breath as she lies down, drawing her blanket up around herself in an attempt to shut out the chill of the night air.

Seraphine remains by Theus' side, offering what comfort she can with a reassuring touch on his arm. "It'll be alright," she whispers softly, believing it even as the words leave her mouth. "We can figure this out together." But whether or not they actually will is another story entirely...

Theus sighs heavily and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands before looking up at Peter. "I don't know... I just wanted to be needed," he says quietly, shame tainting his voice. "When they found me after I'd been attacked, Lyssandra was so strong and confident. She knew what she was doing and why she was there... And then Seraphine came along and seemed to understand me even more." He pauses, thinking back on everything that had happened over the past few weeks. "I guess I just wanted a part of that too."

He looks away from Peter for a moment, unwilling to meet his gaze. "And now... now it's like everything's messed up, and I don't know what to do," he whispers miserably.

"Really?" Theus asks, surprised. "Even though I just..." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Despite everything that had happened, it meant a lot to hear someone say they needed him. Even if it was Peter. He closes his eyes and leans into the other man's touch, feeling safe for the first time in days.

"Thank you," he whispers softly after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper. "For... everything." With this newfound sense of belonging, he allows himself to relax against Peter's side, finally able to find some semblance of peace amidst the turmoil within him.

But even as he drifts off to sleep, he can't help but wonder if anything will ever be the same again...

As Theus sleeps peacefully in his arms, Peter can't help but admire the young man's beauty. He thinks back to their earlier conversation about how women would fawn over Theus if they knew he was really a man, and wonders briefly what it might be like to have that kind of effect on someone himself.

Before he knows it, his fingers are wandering lower, tracing circles across Theus' round bottom through the fabric of his pants. A thrill runs down his spine as he feels the other man respond to his touch, and decides to push things further. Slowly, he slips a hand beneath the waistband of Theus' pants, feeling the warmth and firmness of his flesh against his palm.

It doesn't take long for Peter to grow hard underneath him; despite the fact that Theus is asleep, it feels incredibly intimate and forbidden. He can feel himself getting closer with each stroke of his hand, wanting nothing more than to taste this desire on his tongue...

"Hnngh..." Theus moans out softly as he feels Peter's fingers slip beneath his pants and make contact with his bare skin for the first time since they started sharing this intimate moment. He gasps in pleasure when he feels those fingers slowly trace circles across his bottom, the touch sending shivers of desire coursing through him.

As Theus' breathing grows ragged, he clenches around Peter's finger instinctively, encouraging him to continue. It isn't until he feels something more substantial press against his entrance that he wakes up with a start, confused for only a moment before realizing what is happening. He yelps out in surprise, arching his back off the bed and scrambling backwards. "Wh-what are you doing?"

His heart races and cheeks flush as the memories of their intimate exchange come flooding back to him. This was wrong... it shouldn't have happened like this. "We can't..." He trails off, unable to finish his thought.

With a whimper, Theus gives in to the pleasure coursing through him and allows Peter to continue. His hips rise off the bed, meeting each thrust eagerly as he feels himself getting closer to climax. "I-I want you..." He breathes heavily, gazing up at Peter with pleading eyes.

As their lovemaking reaches its peak, Theus cries out in release, his body tensing and relaxing in waves of ecstasy. When he finally comes down from this high, he realizes what they've done: they've crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. His cheeks burn hotter as guilt washes over him once more, but for now, he can push those feelings aside and enjoy the afterglow of their shared intimacy... at least until they have to face each other again in the morning light.

"G-girls?" Theus stammers, his voice barely audible above their ragged breathing. Despite himself, he likes the idea of being one of Peter's girls; it makes him feel wanted and loved in a way that he hadn't expected. He looks up at Peter, hope shining bright in his eyes despite everything else.

As they lie together, bodies still joined, Theus can't help but wonder if this newfound connection will change things between them. Perhaps it will bring them closer as friends... or even something more. But for now, he's content to bask in the glow of their shared intimacy and enjoy the simple fact that Peter has chosen him.

Theus moans out as Peter takes him harder, his body responding to the rough treatment despite himself. He looks up at Peter with shining eyes, barely able to form coherent thoughts let alone words. But when Peter asks if he understands, something clicks into place inside of him and he nods vigorously, feeling a sense of belonging that he hasn't experienced in years. "Yes," he gasps out between breaths, "I understand..." And as they continue to make love beneath the stars, Theus knows that nothing will ever be the same again... but somehow, that doesn't seem like such a bad thing after all.

"Peter..." he whispers his name, barely audible above their ragged breathing. "I want to... I want to serve you. Be your personal guard or something." Theus blushes deeply at his own words, hardly believing them even as they tumble out of his mouth. But there's something about Peter that makes him feel safe and wanted in a way he never thought possible. He looks up at the other man with pleading eyes, willing him to understand what he means.

His heart races wildly in his chest, hoping against hope that Peter will accept his offer and let him stay by his side, forever changed by this night under the stars...

"Yes..." Theus pants, his eyes shut tightly as Peter releases inside him, granting him a shuddering climax that leaves him boneless and utterly spent. He licks his lips, tasting Peter on his tongue as he curls up onto his side, still catching his breath from their passionate lovemaking. "Yes," he repeats, more confident this time. "I can do that. I'll be the best slave you ever had." As he speaks, a strange sense of contentment washes over him, replacing any lingering guilt or confusion with an almost exhilarating sense of purpose and belonging.

He looks up at Peter with reverence and adoration in his eyes, knowing that from this moment on, their lives are forever intertwined by fate... or perhaps something more. "Thank you," he whispers softly, pressing a hand to his chest where Peter's heart lies beating steadily beneath his fingers.

Without hesitation, Theus leans forward and presses his lips to Peter's still-hard member, kissing it softly before taking it into his mouth, running his tongue along the length and sucking gently. He looks up at Peter with a mix of desire and devotion, willing to do anything for him from now on. As he continues to pleasure Peter in this way, he knows that their bond has grown deeper than either of them could have ever imagined... and he can't help but feel grateful for the chance to serve such a powerful and alluring man as Peter.

His fingers tremble slightly as he reaches up, tracing a line down Peter's chest and over his abdomen, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants in search of skin that hasn't yet been claimed by their intimacy. "I swear it," he whispers around Peter's shaft, committing himself fully to this new life as one of his girls. "I'll always be faithful and devoted... just like this." And with those words, Theus presses harder against Peter's lower abdomen, seeking a deeper connection than they have ever shared before.

As he feels Peter's hot seed splash against his tongue, tears begin to well up in Theus' eyes. He swallows convulsively, choking back a sob as he tastes their combined pleasures for what could very well be the last time. The pain from his tiny dick being caught and held tightly only serves to make the loss more acute, driving home the finality of this transformation.

But even through his tears, Theus can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over him. He has chosen this path; he has given up everything for Peter, willingly and without regret. And as long as they remain together, there is nothing else that matters in the world.

With one last look into Peter's eyes, full of love and adoration, Theus nods silently, his lips trembling as he fights back another wave of tears. He will be the best slave Peter could ever hope for... and he'll prove it to him every day from here on out.

"Yes, Peter," Theus whispers softly, his voice still choked with emotion. He turns away, curling up on the bed and closing his eyes, willing himself to sleep despite the tears that keep threatening to spill down his cheeks. As he drifts off, he can't help but wonder if anyone would ever believe them if they knew what had really happened... But it hardly seems to matter anymore. All that matters is Peter.

As night turns to dawn, Theus awakens slowly, still feeling the afterglow of their intimate encounter. He glances over at Seraphine and Lyssandra, relieved to see they are both asleep and not questioning them about what might have happened last night. For now, he decides it's better that way; there are still so many uncertainties surrounding everything else in their lives that one more secret shouldn't make much difference.

Carefully extricating himself from the bed, Theus pads over to Peter and kneels beside him. "Good morning," he whispers softly, reaching out to tenderly stroke the other man's cheek. Despite everything that has changed between them, there is still a certain familiarity and warmth in this simple gesture.

"What are your plans for today?" Theus asks, already knowing the answer but wanting to maintain at least some semblance of normalcy. Perhaps they can find some way to make this work... together.

The day stretches out before them, brimming with potential and peril alike. For Theus and Peter, it promises to be a journey unlike any other - one filled with new discoveries, difficult choices, and the possibility of finding strength in each other's company even as they face whatever challenges the world has waiting for them.

Without hesitation, Theus opens his mouth and takes Peter in, sucking greedily on his shaft. He moans around it, relishing the taste of him as he draws out pleasure from the other man. For a moment, it feels like they are back where they started last night - exploring each other's bodies and discovering hidden depths of desire.

As he sucks, Theus gazes up at Peter, his eyes filled with adoration and need. This new dynamic between them is strange and unfamiliar, but somehow also feels right. Perhaps there really is a way for them to make this work... together. He continues to please Peter, hoping that their connection will only grow stronger from here on out.

Wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, Theus nods in agreement, following Peter as he leads them towards the others. There is still so much to figure out, but for now, they can focus on simply being together and navigating this strange new world they find themselves in.

As they walk, Theus reaches out tentatively to take hold of Peter's hand. It feels oddly comforting to have him by his side, even when they aren't touching more intimately. Perhaps this is what it means to be part of a team... to rely on one another and support each other through thick and thin.

As they draw nearer, he steels himself for whatever reactions their friends might have to the changes that have taken place overnight. But for now, he's content just to enjoy the feel of Peter's hand in his own... and hope that this isn't the end, but rather a new beginning for all of them.

As they approach the group, Seraphine and Lyssandra exchange glances but say nothing. It's clear they have questions, but for now it seems they trust that whatever happened between Theus and Peter was important and should remain private. As they continue on their journey, the weight of secrets pressing down upon them all, Theus can't help but feel grateful for this small show of understanding from his closest friends. He knows that their new roles within the party will be far from easy, but with Peter by his side - and the support of Seraphine and Lyssandra as well - he feels stronger than ever before. As they face the challenges ahead, Theus vows to prove himself worthy not only as a girl serving her master, but also as an important member of their team.

"Morning," they reply in unison, their eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. It's obvious that Seraphine and Lyssandra are trying to gauge the situation, but Theus can tell that for now at least, they seem willing to accept whatever has happened. A weight seems to lift from his shoulders as he takes Peter's hand in his own, their newfound closeness tangible even amidst the tension of their current circumstances.

With renewed hope and determination, they press onward together, ready for whatever fate might have in store for them and determined not to let anything come between them ever again.

"Um... well," Lyssandra stutters, glancing back and forth between them again. "It's just that you two seemed so... different this morning." She swallows nervously, wondering if she should say anything else. "I mean, there was this odd sort of... energy between you."

Seraphine nods in agreement, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "We just weren't quite expecting it, that's all. I think we're all still getting used to the idea," she says gently, reaching out to squeeze Theus' shoulder.

For his part, Theus blushes slightly under their gazes, grateful for their understanding and support. Looking up at Peter, he smiles reassuringly before speaking again. "I think we both know what happened last night changed things between us," he says softly, squeezing Peter's hand in his own. "And I don't think it was a mistake."

"Yes," Theus breathes out shakily, his cheeks burning even redder. He bites his lower lip nervously before continuing, "We... we talked and... and realized that maybe what happened was sort of... good." He glances at Peter sidelong, unable to meet his gaze directly. "And now we just want to move forward together, you know?"

As he speaks, he can feel the weight of their new connection growing heavier between them. It's both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure, but one thing is certain: they can't go back to how they were before last night. The bond they share now is too strong for that.

Taking a deep breath, he looks up at Peter once more, determination filling his eyes. "We can do this," he says with newfound conviction. "Together, we can face whatever comes our way."

"Yes," Seraphine agrees with a small nod, her expression turning thoughtful. "And I think we should all be grateful for that." She reaches out to take Theus' other hand in hers, looking from him to Peter and back again. "Whatever happens next, we'll face it together." Her voice wavers slightly on the last word, but there's an unshakable resolve in her eyes that puts everyone else at ease.

Meanwhile, Lyssandra studies them all silently for a moment before speaking up. "All right then," she says softly, still not quite able to fully comprehend what has happened between them but willing to trust their judgment. "In that case... shall we get moving? We've got a demon lord to defeat, after all." She looks at each of them in turn before turning and leading the way down the path once more.

As they walk, Theus glances back over his shoulder at Peter, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Perhaps everything really is going to be all right, after all.

As they begin their journey once more, Theus can feel a sense of camaraderie and purpose spreading through the group that wasn't there before. Despite everything that has changed between them in recent days, they are still united by their common goal: to defeat the demon lord and save their world. With Peter at his side and Seraphine, Lyssandra, and Ardoria all watching out for him, Theus knows that together, they cannot fail. He takes a deep breath of the crisp morning air and faces forward into whatever challenges may lie ahead, ready to face them head-on with the strength and courage of those who stand beside him.

As they travel together, Theus cannot help but marvel at how close they all seem to be becoming now. Despite their differences and past misunderstandings, they are beginning to function as a cohesive unit. It is almost as if everything that happened last night helped to bring them all closer, whether they understand it or not. And with Peter by his side, Theus feels stronger and more confident than ever before. He smiles at the thought of serving his master in this way, knowing that there is no greater honor than being part of something so much bigger than oneself.

As they continue on their journey, the landscape begins to change, becoming more mountainous and treacherous. The air grows colder and the trees thinner as they climb higher into the sky. But despite the increasing difficulties of their path, Theus feels a sense of renewed determination welling up within him. He turns to Peter once more and nods firmly, silently promising that he will do whatever it takes to ensure their victory over the demon lord and the safety of their world.

As they crest another hill, revealing yet another breathtaking view of the ever-changing landscape, Theus takes a deep breath of the frigid air. There is still much work left to do, but for now, standing beside his master, he feels invincible.

As they continue their journey, Theus finds himself growing closer to Seraphine and Lyssandra as well. They share stories about their lives before joining the party, laugh at inside jokes, and offer each other words of encouragement when things get tough. Despite being chosen by Peter and belonging to him now, it is clear that they are all in this together; a team fighting for a common goal. And as long as they have each other's backs, there is nothing they cannot overcome.