Ch191: Shared Sensations ♥♥
Threesome, Teasing, Sex Toy, Onahole / Cocksleeve, Double Handjob (sorta), Linked/Shared Sensations, Groping.
Also still Lingerie, Lipstick Marks/Kisses, Running Makeup / Black Tears. That just isn't too much of the focus.
The corners of those beautiful black lips curl upwards, spreading into a wide smile. “Wonderful~.” That single word whispers through the air, only for Rina’s pink-skinned hand to casually brush it aside... sending a faint, sparkling light across this opulent bed and its three occupants. In a matter of moments, the mess that they made has been magically washed away.
For the most part, at least.
“Confused, are you~?” A teasing joy underlines the Countess’ voice, the very tips of her delicate fingers gently touching the inky rivers trailing down her vibrant cheeks, her messy makeup now dry and matte. “I did not want to clean everything~. Some messes look quite nice, do you not agree~?”
Like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, Beryl’s long and pointed ears wiggle away at the sides of her head, making her thoughts on the matter more than obvious to all around her. “Oh, Ah couldn’t agree more~! And Ah’m sure my dearest love does as well~!”
“Yes, she seemed the type to enjoy leaving a mark on her lovers~.” Rina rather calmly replies, placing a hand on the Drakling’s toned thigh. “So I could not bring myself to rob her of such an opportunity~. Hence why I chose such weak eyeliner in the first place~. And why I chose such resilient lipstick for the both of us~.”
Krvavy blankly blinks as her gaze shifts down towards her hard cock. Her stiff shaft is still covered in rings of alternating black and gold, none of which seem to have even slightly smudged, despite the glistening sheen of saliva spread across that swollen thing.
That thick pillar of meat throbs with need, as if aware of all the attention turned towards it.
“Just in case ya ‘aven’t noticed, Ah fixed the pattern by puttin’ some gold between the last two marks Rina left on yer shaft~.” Beryl quite proudly points that out, tapping at the glimmering mark in question with just enough force for the cock it has been left on to sway away and swing back... like some sort of lewd punching bag... “Wha’~?” A smug smirk of a smile plays at her own painted lips, growing wider and wider still as the barbarian’s bland expression turns towards her. “Ah knew tha’ it’d’ve bugged ya if Ah left it like tha’, and we couldn’t ‘ave tha’~! Aren’t Ah such a wonderful lover~?”
“I would say so~.” The Countess almost absentmindedly comments, focusing more on the journey her hand has embarked on than anything that tomboy of an Elf may have to say. Her delicate fingers slowly trace their way up over the Drakling’s hip, following the border between black scales and snow-white skin.
Beryl’s bare breasts – pert and perky and absolutely perfect as they are – squish right up against Krvavy’s side. “Aww, thank ya~!” She coos, stained cheek nuzzling into the patch of pale skin between shoulder and breast. “Ah could ‘ear yer compliments all day, but Ah think tha’ my dearest love ‘ere might be gettin’ a bit impatient~. So about tha’ ‘main course’~...?”
Rina slowly nods her head, that gesture alone seemingly summoning a single spectral hand, which quickly flies off through the curtain surrounding this opulent bed. “Right, right...” Her palm presses into the barbarian’s buff belly, touching the tensed strength contained within those well-defined abs.
A bead of viscous pre appears at the tip of Krvavy’s colossal cockhead, drooling free and dripping down the length of that Draconic dick, that prodigious thing pulsing to the needy beat of her heart. But that ‘crying’ seems to be in vain. Neither of these Elves pay it any mind. One seems content with her clingy hug, the other is so caught up in tracing every line that can be found in the Drakling’s muscled midsection that the world could end without her noticing.
“Will it~...” Krvavy breathlessly gasps, her anticipation growing with each passing second. “Will it be like last time~?” Even just the mere sight of these two beautiful Elves is enough to leave her salivating, and she knows full well that looking is far from all she’ll be doing tonight~...
Eyes like brilliant amethysts meet the Drakling’s greedy gaze, staring deep into those entranced emeralds. “And here I thought that Beryl was being dramatic by calling you impatient~.” The half-Elf’s pointy ears wiggle with amusement, that repetitive motion rather subdued compared to the caramel coloured tomboy’s longer pair. “It will only be a few more moments before the answer is revealed, so I will not even give you a hint~.”
Beryl’s pert breasts squish into the barbarian’s bicep, stiff nipples grazing across black scales as that strong arm is dragged into a hug. “Awww, don’t look so sad~!” The teasing tomboy mockingly comforts her Draconic lover, laughter underlining her every word. “Ya will enjoy wha’ Rina ‘ere ‘as planned, Ah promise~!”
“Now now, do not spoil it~.” Rina gently reprimands her fellow Elf, smiling enigmatically as the spectral hand returns carrying a golden band decorated with four familiar white gems. “I am sure that you recognize this, right Krvavy~?”
“Yes~...” The barbarian slowly breathes out that answer, trying to keep her voice from sounding too excited as she slowly reaches towards the inactive sex toy and –
Beryl’s hand darts forward, snatching that large ring away before Krvavy can so much as touch it. “Ah wonder wha’ this could be~?” A twinkling light, equal parts knowing and teasing, flits across that tomboy’s bright blue-green gaze as she twirls the soon-to-be pseudo-pussy around a finger. “Some sort o’ bracelet~?”
Krvavy tries her best to look thoroughly unimpressed, and not at all impatient, as she narrows her eyes at that energetic Elf. Even if her cock wasn’t leaking a steady stream of pre... that attempt would be far from convincing. “Hhf...!” Hot air rushes through the Drakling’s nostrils as she takes the golden band away from her unresisting tomboy.
Whose golden grin only grows wider, the gentle light of the aurora above gleaming off those painted lips. “Wha’ is wit’ tha’ look, my dearest love~?” The inky trails of messy makeup staining Beryl’s cheeks only seem to help her look even more arrogant and smug, those smudgy smears drawing attention towards her twinkling eyes. “Do ya want ta wear it yerself~?”
“Hahaha~!” A bout of lyrical laughter is drawn from deep within the Countess’ core. “It looks as if she does~! No doubt she remembers how snug a fit it was~!” Rina’s roaming fingers trail down Krvavy’s muscled abs, playfully poking at the stiff shaft standing at attention... which twitches and bobs in joy, almost spurting out some more pre. “But that will have to wait just a little longer~!”
“Aye, tha’ is right~! We ‘ave one last surprise fer ya, my dearest love~!” Beryl quivers with excitement, her hands darting downwards, thumbs hooking into the lacy white strip of fabric wrapped around her lithe hips.
Krvavy’s breath catches in her throat, any complaint she may have had dying on her lips. All thoughts leave her mind as the waistband of her alluring Elf’s panties slide downwards, reaching the point where those silken stockings so beautifully squish into tanned thighs. Her eyes widen slightly as she watches the visibly damp fabric pull away from her sweet berry’s sodden slit. Slick strands of the Elf’s lewd liquids stretch across that growing gap, the last of them snapping and breaking away by the time those soaked panties pass by Beryl’s knees.
The tanned tomboy smirks and flicks that piece of lingerie aside.
Those long and pointed ears continue to wildly wiggle and waggle away as that wonderful Wood Elf leans back, elbows pressing into soft silken sheets. Her taut and toned tummy tenses as she goes from sitting on her knees to lying on her back... only to then roll onto her front. “Nmhh~!” She lewdly moans, dexterous hand slapping into her own perfect ass to truly ensure that her Draconic lover’s attention has been drawn down there.
Glistening need wets Beryl’s puffy pussy, those lower lips flush with arousal. A beautiful sight which would normally be near impossible for this barbarian to look away from. A truly delicious dessert which this Drakling would normally be so tempted to devour. But...
Just a bit above that caramel coloured cunt rests a golden plug capped with a turquoise gem, nestled so snugly between those toned cheeks. That treasure seems to glow, emitting an enthralling light.
“Apologies for not having a gem that perfectly matches the eyes of your beloved Wood Elf~.” Rina’s lewd voice dances through the air, tinged with mirthful amusement. “My collection of such toys may be expansive, but it is not that expansive~.”
The sound of yet more silken fabric sliding across skin pulls the Drakling’s attention away from her tanned tomboy, emerald eyes snapping towards the Countess.
The half Moon Elf woman slowly and deliberately removes her own black panties. Her vibrant pink pussy is revealed at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, letting her own love juices stretch out as sticky strands. She elegantly slips one leg free from that piece of sodden lingerie, letting it dangle from her other ankle for a couple seconds before sending it flying off to the side with a rather gentle kick.
“Go on, show my dearest love the plug in yer own arse~!” Beryl all but demands, pressing up against the Countess’ more voluptuous body. Her dexterous fingers dig into squishy breasts and thick thighs as she aggressively gropes that elegant noblewoman.
“Hahaha~! Here~!” Rina turns her wide hips just enough to give the barest glimpse of the purple gem peeking out from between the round cheeks of her regal rear. “It is the same one as I wore last time, but now it has a purpose beyond mere decoration~!”
“Ach, don’t get yer ‘opes up, my dearest love~!” The tomboyish Elf playfully wags a finger back and forth, before quickly returning that hand to its fervent groping. “Neither o’ us’ll be takin’ yer length, or girth really, inta our arses~! So tha’ isn’t wha’ they’re for~!”
“I will save you the in depth, and frankly boring, explanation by simply stating that these ‘plugs’ pair with that toy in your hands~.” The Countess’ amethyst eyes shine with lewd anticipation, her otherwise steady voice sounding just a little breathy. “Though not for the holes that they are blocking: I simply felt that it would be more exciting to use such ‘plugs’ for this task rather than a bracelet, ring, or other such adornment~.”
“Alrighty then~!” Beryl’s body bumps back against the barbarian’s right, that athletic Elf making herself comfortable as she once more cuddles close to her Draconic lover. “Now we’re ready~!”
“Yes indeed, there will be no more waiting~.” The Countess of Raseyne mirrors that lithe Wood Elf, lifting Krvavy’s left arm up over her shoulders to let those large pink breasts of hers freely squish against the Drakling’s pale skin. She gracefully reaches a hand out, pressing a delicate finger against one of the four white gems on the large gold band that Krvavy is clutching onto.
A bright flash of light bursts from that gem, and the three others that decorate the inactive sex toy’s surface, quickly softening down to a pleasant glow. Silver energy burns on the inside of the band, reaching up and down as it coalesces into a rounded cylinder.
Beryl presses her painted lips into a pale tit, leaving behind a golden mark. A playful twinkle dances across her glimmering blue-green eyes, her dexterous fingers wrapping around the squishy false-flesh of this lewd toy. “My dearest love~!” Pure and unfiltered arousal tinges those worshipful words. “Let us ‘andle this~! Just sit back and enjoy yerself~!”
“Hahaha~! Oh my~!” Rina grabs onto the other half of the magical construct, her beautiful face lighting up with lustful amusement as she sees Krvavy’s hesitant expression. “No need to look disappointed~!” Her lively laughter gives way to a husky and seductive tone, which so fully fills the next few words to pass through her black, painted lips. “We will take good care of you~!”
“Tha’ we will~!” The tanned tomboy eagerly agrees, using her other hand to gently pry the barbarian’s fingers from that golden band. “Can’t ‘ave ya breakin’ us inta mindless quiverin’ messes so early in the night, now can we~? So go on, let us take the reins~!”
Half a kiss is planted onto the barbarian’s bare breast, that dark mark placed so close to one of glittering gold. “Do feel free to grope and molest us as you were before~!” A lewd light shines within the Countess’ amethyst eyes as strong, black-scaled fingers sink into the squishy flesh surrounding her vibrant pink nipple.
“Aye~!” The lilting sound of Beryl’s joy dances through the air, that tomboy giggling so gleefully as the arm slung over her shoulders curls in towards her core, perfectly palming a perky mound of tanned titflesh. “Wouldn’t want ya gettin’ bored~!”
Krvavy bites her bottom lip, finding herself unable to speak as the semi-transparent construct is slowly lowered towards her swollen shaft. The faint glow of that magical sex toy engulfs her throbbing cockhead moments before the pseudo-pussy itself does. “Haahhh~...!” She gasps, pleasant pressure squeezing around her turgid tip, an almost tingling warmth emanating from the pliable but firm false-flesh of that lewd toy.
“Mhhhnm~...!” Beryl’s eyelashes flutter and twitch, the inky trails staining her cheeks making her blue-green iris’ look all the brighter. “This really is somethi–ihhngh~! Ah can feel ‘er inside~!”
A slick, slimy liquid surrounds Krvavy’s shaft, leaking freely from the slime-like substance which makes up this magical construct. That clear fluid drips down her rigid rod, flowing alongside the streaming trail of pre as it oozes over her heavy sack, pooling onto the silken bedsheets below.
The half Moon Elf’s pink cheeks grow a few shades darker, a rosy red adding to her already rather vibrant colour. “Quite the experience, is it not~? Haahh~! It takes a while to get used to~!”
That magical pseudo-pussy gently squeezes around the Drakling’s dick. Not because of its currently unused features, but from the hands of the two Elvish women tightly gripping onto it. Glowing false-flesh rolls over each and every ridge lining Krvavy’s cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure flowing throughout her body.
“Ah don’t think tha–aahh~! Tha’ Ah want ta get used ta this~!” Each breath that the tanned tomboy takes seems to be more ragged than the last, shorter yet still heavier. Beryl quivers in blissful ecstasy, pressing herself even further into Krvavy’s side, as the barbarian’s fingers find the stiff nub of her nipple. “AAHHNNH~!” It takes just a single squeezing pinch to send her hips bucking forward, sweet juices squirting free from her sopping slit.
“Hahaha~!” Rina’s melodic laughter fills the air. Her lewd body shivers and shakes, so close to going over the edge... as Beryl just had. “Our teasing seems to ha–aahve~! To have had a greater effect on you than on Krvavy~! Haahhhh~!”
A wonderfully wet warmth presses into Krvavy’s pelvis, embracing the entirety of her prodigious prick. From base to tip, her cock has been sheathed within this magical pseudo-pussy, surrounded by its softly glowing false-flesh. The semi-transparent construct squishes further into her groin, before both Elf and half-Elf begin to drag it back up her length.
This magical construct may be slick and slippery, its insides (currently) void of nearly all texture, but still it clings to Krvavy’s cock. The fingers squeezing tight around that lewd toy, as well as the golden band it is being projected from, create points of pleasant pressure that almost seem to catch on each flared ridge, sloppy pops echoing through the air as each one is (temporarily) freed from this euphoric embrace.
“My dearest lo–oaahhhvhee~!” It takes a good few seconds for Beryl to muster the will needed to defend herself from Rina’s teasing. “She got ta – nghhh~ – ta cum already~! Ah ‘adn’t~!”
“If that is what you say~!” The Countess leans her head against the Drakling’s chest, resting her cheek atop a firm tit. Her breathy moans and lewd gasps grow in frequency and intensity, urged on both by the sensations that this pseudo-pussy sex toy is sharing with her and by the fingers digging into her large, yielding breast. “There is – haahh~ – no shame in reaching orgasm as soon as you – nhhhaah~ – feel your love’s penis penetrate inside of you~! Many a pair would wish for such a romantic moment~! Haaahh~! Besides, not every woman can show such restraint as I~!”
“Ohh~!?” Beryl’s bark-brown brow shoots up, her debauched expression rapidly becoming rather impish. Her head rolls to the side, gazing across the barbarian’s pale breasts to meet Rina’s amethyst eyes, a playful challenge glimmering within her own blue-green pair. “Is tha’ ‘ow ya want ta play~? Then take thi–iiissshHH~!”
Both of Krvavy’s hands tighten their grip, squeezing down onto two differently sized tits. Pleasure wracks her increasingly hazy mind as the caramel coloured Elf by her side grips this magical sex toy even tighter, squishing its false-flesh around her Draconic dick. But that wonderful sensation hardly compares to the waves of pleasure which follow, the teasing tomboy wasting not a second more as she begins jerking the pseudo-pussy toy up and down at an almost feverish pace.
It is in that instant that Rina’s composure cracks, crumbles, and is completely crushed.
The pink-skinned half-Elf’s mouth opens in a silent scream. Blissful convulsions run through her tensed body, her womanly hips buck and roll against the mere feeling of a phantom penis pounding into her pussy. Her amethyst eyes, sharp and bright just moments ago, are unfocused and hazy as they begin to roll back along with her head, staring blankly at the canopy of her bed, at the aurora of gentle light swirling above.
Krvavy grits her teeth and struggles to keep herself in check. Each heartbeat burns away her resolve, leaving her cloudy mind an incoherent mess of conflicting cravings and depraved desires. She wants to hold on, to not cum quite yet. She wants to keep experiencing this overwhelming ecstasy, to drag it on for an eternity. But those wants are fighting a losing battle.
The last remnants of Krvavy’s will is shattered as Rina’s delicate fingers suddenly constrict around the glowing white construct surrounding her shaft. That magical false-flesh is forcibly clenched around her cock, only capable of still moving over the ridges lining her rod due to the supernaturally slick lube that it is constantly oozing out.
The Drakling’s dick throbs in time with her heart. Her sizable shaft swells, growing more sensitive as her pleasure peaks. Her hefty sack hardly has time to clench up against her body before the first rope of creamy cum shoots through her colossal cock.
“Myyyhh dhheeahrhhhshhhht lohvvhhhee~!” Beryl’s voice slurs almost incomprehensibly as she feels that thick seed begin to fill the toy as if it were her own pussy, her own womb. Each spurt sees the tanned tomboy’s body shudder and shake, effortlessly pushing her back to the peak of pleasure and then over the edge once more. “Hhhhhhnhnnnnghhhhhh~!”
The squishy sex toy slams down into the Drakling’s groin, engulfing the entirety of her length from base to tip. The two Elvish women cuddling against her sides are both so overwhelmed with bliss that they cannot muster the strength to keep that construct moving. Their hands can do little more than weakly hold onto it. But that hardly matters at all. Whether by a stroke of luck or by Rina’s intention, the insides of this pseudo-pussy have, at some point, begun to vibrate and shift in shape.
Nubs, bumps, ridges, rings... All sorts of pleasurable textures sprout up and fade away at random, grinding and rubbing along Krvavy’s cumming cock. The full features of this toy milk more and more seed from her shaft.
Surging static sweeps over Krvavy’s mind, leaving her head feeling light and tingly. Each throbbing spurt of the Drakling’s dick sends pulses of pleasure throughout her body. A slick sensation surrounds her girthy rod, the wet false-flesh of this lewd sex toy simultaneously massaging and caressing and rubbing and stroking all along her length.
The very tip of the lewd magical construct distends outward. Each rope of thick seed shot into that sex toy causes it to swell even further, the semi-transparent false-flesh becoming increasingly thin as it stretches around Krvavy’s seemingly endless load. The steadily ballooning tip jiggles and continues to grow bigger and bigger. In no time at all, it has far surpassed the size of this Drakling’s fist. That accumulating weight sags forward, dragging this colossal cock downwards bit by bit until –
That heavy weight suddenly disappears.
The barbarian’s still-stiff shaft springs back towards her body, the cum balloon separating and dropping down to the bed with a splat. The seed-filled orb maintains its structure, remaining intact despite how weak and thin its membrane may look.
“Hhahhhhhhh~...!” Rina’s silent orgasmic cries shift into a gasping wheeze, her shuddering body slumping against the Drakling.
“Mmmmmnnhhh~...!” Beryl isn’t quite as breathless, but her moaned noises are definitely becoming more subdued by the second. “Hhhnnnmh~...!” A satisfied sigh underlines every sound she makes, love and lust and gleeful joy alike all audible as she trembles and twitches, wracked with aftershocks of ecstasy.
Much like the Elvish women all but attached to her sides, Krvavy is also coming down from her pleasured high. The throbbing of her cock becomes increasingly intermittent as the last few spurts of seed shoot into the pseudo-pussy so snugly sheathing her shaft. The semi-transparent false-flesh of that sex toy bulges at its tip, forming a second cum balloon that is noticeably smaller... and arguably more reasonably sized.
“Hhnnnfffthh~...!” Air hisses through Krvavy’s clenched teeth as she lets out a breath that she didn’t realize was being held in. Her sensitive shaft twitches, softening slightly though still kept mostly hard by the vibrating construct that continues to cling onto her length.
Drakling, Wood Elf, and half-Elf remain slumped against each other for a while longer, none of them willing to move. A soft buzz of pleasure continues to roll through each of their bodies courtesy of the connection that they each have to the softly glowing sex toy, which continues to wring itself around Krvavy’s cock.
With her boundless stamina, Beryl is the first to recover. “Mmmw~...! Mmwwh~...!” She lazily presses her lips against her Draconic lover’s body, leaving a trail of gold kiss marks from chest to shoulder to chin.
“Tha–ah~... ahh~... ahem~...” Rina shakily clears her throat, each weak cough sounding rather like a moan. “That was~... Sudden and intense~...”
“Mwah~...!” The tanned tomboy playfully places a kiss onto the back of the barbarian’s hand, that golden mark glistening atop black scales. “Aye~!” Her blue-green eyes shine with a teasing light as she turns her gaze towards the Countess. “Ready ta go again~?”
“Yes~...!” Rina eagerly moans back. “Until... the night is... through~!”