Ch195: A Casual Night with the Countess ♥♥

Threesome, Tit Worship, Blowjob (a bit), Face Sitting, Cunnilingus / Tongue Fucking, Chastity (tiny inclusion at end).

Rina raises a delicate hand, hardly hiding the coquettish smile playing at her painted lips. “My oh my~.” Those amethyst eyes of hers glimmer like bright gems. “You are rather red in the face for a women who, by her own admission, spends most of her time at home in the nude~.”

“Aye, it’s funny, isn’t it~?” Beryl butts in before the barbarian can so much as say a single word. “My dearest love can be so confident and brash~.” She lovingly coos, softly pressing a hand against Krvavy’s abs, feeling those firm muscles tense beneath her palm. “But if we ‘ave an audience o’ anyone tha’ she ‘asn’t been intimate wit’ then all o’ tha’ bravado goes away and she’s no better than a blushin’ virgin~...!”

A halfhearted frown finds its way onto Krvavy’s increasingly flushed face, failing to form a proper scowl. It isn’t easy to even act annoyed with an utterly exposed Elf held in her arms. She still gives it a good try though. “Sorry for not being completely shameless...”

“Are you just a casual nudist then~?” There is just something in Rina’s tone that makes that question sound almost like an insult. A playful insult, but still an insult nonetheless.

“Compared to this exhibitionist?” The Drakling glances down at the tanned tomboy all but molesting her abs... only for her bland and unimpressed glare to be met with an unconvincingly innocent smile. But, despite her tone and her expression, Krvavy does nothing to stop Beryl’s dexterous fingers from slipping beneath her belt. “Then yeah, sure.”

“Now, now, my dearest love~.” This Dragon’s caramel coloured lover tries to sound stern and scolding, but she can’t quite keep the act up. “Ah’m only naked because ya’ve corrupted me ta yer ways~. Ah don’t do it fer my pleasure, Ah do it fer yers~.”

Whatever response Krvavy may have had dies on her lips as an intense shiver shoots up her spine, Beryl’s hand having forced its way into her tight pants, nimble fingers playfully poking at the root of her cock.

The albino maid turns her chin up at that display of degeneracy. The quiet clack of her shoes echoes through this empty and all too open hallway, her pace picking up as she hurries towards the door to their destination, wasting no time at all in swinging it open. Pale lips twisted with disdain, she ushers her Lady and these two guests into the relative privacy of the antechamber beyond.

“Leave your clothes here and, please, give me a moment to ready myself.” Grace and dignity underline that order of a request, Rina’s amethyst eyes shimmering with anticipation that she expertly keeps from her elegant voice. “Vera,” the noblewoman gestures for her maid to follow as she steps across this reading room, passing into her private chambers.

Vera shoots one last scowling glare in the direction of that indecent Drakling and wanton Wood Elf, before firmly clicking that bedroom door shut behind her.

“Tsk,” Beryl’s nimble fingers give the base of Krvavy’s cock an affectionate squeeze before reluctantly letting go. “Guess we ‘ave ta undress now...”

“‘We’?” The barbarian pointedly stares straight at Beryl’s bare breasts, eyes locked on the truly delicious nipples crowning those pert and perky handfuls.

“Aye~,” the tanned tomboy hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her lacy panties, hips bucking up and away from her lover’s strong arms as she promptly pulls that scant bit of lingerie away from her needy slit. “But now it is just ya~.”

Krvavy simply shakes her head and unceremoniously drops her sweet berry onto a rather cushioned chair, before draping the previously discarded sundress over the back of another. Her Elf’s sandals thnk into the floor a moment later.

“Ya sure are takin’ yer time doin’ somethin’ tha’ should be simple~.” Beryl teasingly states, casually kicking her panties in the vague direction of the rest of her clothes. “Do ya, maybe, need some ‘elp~?” Already, that nimble tomboy has risen from her seat, putting one long leg in front of the other to so quickly close the distance between herself and her Draconic lover. “Yer top is mostly off already~,” her touchy fingers slip beneath the wide ribbons of silken green fabric that are meant to be snugly hugging the barbarian’s big pale breasts. “So just lift yer arms and we’ll get it the rest o’ the way~. Oh, and untie the bit behind yer neck fer me, will ya~?”

Krvavy quirks her brow, but ultimately does as her Elf asked.

That tanned tomboy trails her touch up Krvavy’s toned sides, hefting that top higher and higher. The beauty of her lithe and athletic body is put on full display as she rises onto the tips of her toes, stretching her arms to their full extent. “Oh...” Beryl’s lips purse a little as she hits a roadblock.

A glimmering gleam of amusement dances across the Drakling’s emerald eyes. “Not tall enough~?” She could just lower her own arms, slipping them free from that skimpy ‘shirt’ of hers, but where is the fun in that?

“Ach, just –”

“No.” Krvavy’s thick and meaty tail twists to the side, blocking Beryl from reaching ‘high ground’ (the rather fancy chair that her dress is draped over).

A soft sight passes through a pair of caramel coloured lips. “Alright, if tha’ is ‘ow ya’re goin’ ta be.”

The tanned Elf lets go of that skimpy top, causing what little fabric it has to drape over the Drakling’s head and horns. Beryl drops down to her knees in that same motion, grabbing at the barbarian’s belt and deftly undoing it. Laces are quickly loosened and, just as Krvavy can remove her top herself, those tight leather pants are pulled down to mid thigh.

“Mwah~!” The teasing tomboy playfully plants a kiss onto her Draconic lover’s pelvis. Her blue-green eyes shine with debauched glee as she slowly licks her tongue across the white cotton fabric that separates her from Krvavy’s visibly stiffened cock. Beryl’s nimble fingers quickly untie the two little knots keeping that modest underwear in place. The towering shaft that she loves so much springs upwards as it is freed. “Oh, my dearest love, Ah’ll never get tired o’ this sight~!”

The Drakling’s dick looms above her Elf’s faintly flushed face, that semi-hard shaft throbbing in time with her heartbeat, growing thicker and harder with each drumming pulse.

“Almost makes me want ta get right ta it~...” Beryl lightly laments as she goes to finish her job, helping to slide these last pieces of clothing down her lover’s strong legs.

Krvavy steps out of her pants just as the door to Rina’s bedroom opens once more.

Vera’s pale pink eyes pierce into the very souls of these two guests, glaring from behind her glasses. Her gloved hand clenches tightly around the handle of a featherduster as she lifts it up and waves it like a wand. “The Countess is ready for you.”

A tingling sensation passes over both the barbarian and Beryl as the maid’s magic cleanses them of even the faintest speck of dirt and filth.

“Thanks. Have a, uh, good night...” Krvavy speaks up purely so that her sweet berry doesn’t have the chance to say anything that might get on Vera’s nerves. That slight awkwardness doesn’t win the two lovers any favour from this unfriendly albino, but it is better than outright antagonizing her.

The door firmly clicks shut behind them.

A gorgeous sight stands before those two lovers, Rina’s calves crossed as she leans back against her nightstand, resting on its edge. “Do not worry about perfectly recreating that day.” The soft, dancing aurora contained within the canopy of the large four-poster bed illuminates her vibrant pink skin like moonlight on the bottom of a pool. “Even were I the same size and shape as your Halfling, we do not have the same amount of time available to us.”

“Then let’s get right ta it~!” Beryl long and pointy ears quiver with excitement as she hungrily takes in this view, blue-green gaze raking across Rina’s almost entirely nude body. Only a pair of lacy black stockings dare to cover that noblewoman’s soft skin. No corset, no gloves, no garter even. Just those stockings... and the cloudy, purple gem resting on her forehead. Which draws the tomboy’s attention. “Not goin’ ta take off all o’ yer jewellery first?”

“Hmm?” The Countess quirks her delicate brow before realizing what Beryl is referring to. “Oh, no. I have worn this,” her fingers idly brush against the polished nebula of a gem, “for so long that I feel naked without it. Besides, I do need some decoration, evidence of my wealth and position~.”

That explanation seems to be enough for the Wood Elf, who simply shrugs and drags the Drakling forwards. Of course, it isn’t like she cared all that much anyway.

“Pray tell~,” Rina pushes off her bedside table, taking a single step forwards. Without her heels, she is the shortest one in the room, though not by much. Beryl is only taller than her by a fingers width or so. “Just how did you begin to sate your Halfling’s heat~?”

The very tip of Krvavy’s cock presses into the Countess’ belly. That faint bit of contact sees the girthy rod swell in size, rising up and standing tall as the cockhead squishes into one of those soft, pink tits. “I started with a shower~.” Krvavy can’t keep the lust from her voice as she gently grabs the half-Elf in front of her, caressing and rubbing Rina’s shoulders. “I washed her by hand~.”

“What a shame to have skipped that part~... I would have enjoyed such pampering~.” Rina quietly exhales, slowly trailing a finger down the Drakling’s abs. “And after the two of you were clean~?”

“I brought her to bed~.” Krvavy bends forwards and near-effortlessly scoops the Countess into her arms. That wasn’t exactly necessary, seeing that the Countess’ bed is less than a step away, but it was worth it to see the lustful look on Rina’s face. And to feel those large, pink breasts squish into her own pale pair.

A trickle of drool drips down Beryl’s chin as she watches her Draconic lover climb onto that expansive mattress, shamelessly ogling both the Countess’ elegantly sexy figure and Krvavy’s toned muscles, before suddenly shaking her head and eagerly following after them.

Without a sound, the clearly enchanted curtains around this cushioned bed begin to close on their own, surrounding the Countess and this amorous couple in intimate isolation. Gentle, dancing light glimmers from the artificial aurora above, dim but no so much to make it difficult for any of these three to see the beauty of each others’ bodies before them.

Expectation and anticipation alike fill Rina’s very being as she is so softly lowered onto her silken sheets, this noblewoman left looking oh so needy.

The lithe tomboy’s pert breasts squish into her barbaric lover’s back. Her lips nearly brush against Krvavy’s short, Elf-like ear as she whispers just loud enough for Rina to hear. “Wha’d ya do next, my dearest love~? Ya didn’t jump straight ta somethin’ intense, did ya~?”

“No~.” Krvavy shudders as her sweet berry’s nimble hands aimlessly trail across her pale skin and black scales. “I... eased her into it~. I started with her tits~.”

The Countess’ amethyst eyes burn with arousal. She arches her back and juts her chest out, giving the Drakling an open invitation to descend towards her. “Hahhh~...!” A quiet, breathy gasp escapes past her painted lips, leaving them parted in such an alluring way that is just begging for kisses. Sadly, the boundaries that she set forbid their lips from meeting.

But that doesn’t stop Krvavy from planting kisses elsewhere on this half-Elf’s beautiful body.

“Mmm~...” That light, rumbling hum reverberates through Rina’s soft titflesh, pale lips pressing into vibrant pink skin. She breathes in the Countess’ scent – a subtle smell reminiscent of cool night air, tinged with a hint of lavender – and begins to ascend that gorgeous, jiggly mountain. Her strong hands caress and hold onto the Countess’ body, fingers drifting over smooth and flawless skin.

“Rina ‘ere is much bigger than our lil’ sweetie~,” Beryl’s presence moves at the edge of Krvavy’s perception, sidling up to her side. “So, my dearest love, ya wouldn’t mind sharin’ ‘er wit’ me, would ya~?”

Krvavy doesn’t bother lifting her head to answer, knowing full well that Beryl isn’t actually asking for permission.

“Haaahhn~...!” The gasps getting drawn from this regal noblewoman become more and more like moans as, rather predictably, another pair of lips press into her other tit, leaving neither one neglected.

“Mwahh~! Mwaah~!” Those playfully exaggerated sounds accompany nearly every single one of this Wood Elf’s kisses. But, of course, Beryl can’t restrain herself to just kissing her way across the Countess’ chest. Her dexterous fingers soon join in on the fun, kneading and massaging that big, pink-skinned boob to her hearts content.

The tip of Krvavy’s long tongue pokes past her pale lips. Her own kisses grow sloppier as that inhuman appendage lags behind, leaving a slithering trail of saliva as it slowly twists and curls. The Drakling’s mouth brushes against the half-Elf’s puffy pink areola, feeling its soft texture turn pebbly with arousal, before slowly engulfing that nipple in its entirety.

“Haahnnnh~!” Rina’s back arches as the Drakling’s inhumanly long tongue squeezes around her bountiful bosom, as if trying to milk her. Each little nub and fleshy protuberance lining that lengthy tongue drags across her supple skin as it slowly begins to pull back, drawing more pleasured sounds past her painted lips. Every increasingly short breath she takes is accompanied by a moan. In, “Nnhhha~!” and out, “Mnhhhh~!”

The Countess’ head sinks back into her soft pillow. Her fingers clutch at the silken bedsheets.

“Ahhhh~!” That noblewoman lets out an ecstatic cry as the long, slick, and bumpy appendage suddenly speeds up its retreat. The void that tapered tongue left is quickly filled as sharp, predatory teeth dig into her titflesh, just enough force used to be on the border between pain and pleasure. “Ohh~! Mnnghhhn~!” She gasps and bites her bottom lip.

Krvavy’s cheeks cave in slightly as she eagerly suckles on the half-Elf’s vibrant pink teat. She sucks gently, then harder, and then somewhere in between.

Rina writhes in growing bliss. “Aohh~! Oaahhhh~!” A symphony of euphoric sounds swirls through the air, each enticing note louder than the last, until –

A hand suddenly presses against Krvavy’s head, pushing her back. And she, wisely, releases her grip on the Countess’ nipple. After giving that stiff little nub one last flick with the very tip of her tongue, that is.

“Hooohh~...” Rina slowly exhales, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. “That was... quite the experience~.” She brings a delicate hand up to her flushed face, brushing aside a stray strand of her raven-black hair. “If it continued any longer, then the two of you may have made me orgasm just from pleasuring my breasts alone~.”

“Ach, isn’t tha’ the point?” Beryl faintly frowns, her blue-green gaze falling back down to the pink tit that she wasn’t quite done playing with. What a shame it is that she didn’t leave even a single mark behind... Even without her lips painted as they were last night, she could have still nibbled a bit...

The Countess’ slim shoulders bob in a slight shrug. “Perhaps,” she admits, her amethyst eyes glowing with arousal. “But, first, I wish to experience more of what your Halfling had~.”

The tanned tomboy tilts her head to the side, holding that pose for a few seconds. “Suppose Ah can’t blame ya.” Her attention quickly turns towards the Drakling. “Go on then, my dearest love, don’t leave Rina’ ‘ere waitin’~...!”

Grinning widely and eagerly, Krvavy leans back in. Her lips gently graze against a plush pink nipple as she gazes up at the expectant half-Elf. “Well, after having my fun up here~,” her strong, black-scaled fingers sink into that perfect tit, giving it one last squeeze. “I naturally moved downwards~.”

The Countess’ breath catches in her throat, a trail of tender kisses left in this Drakling’s wake. Her slim midsection tenses as a tapered tongue briefly flicks across her navel. One of her delicate hands grabs at a horn, holding it tightly in anticipation of what is soon to come.

“But~...” Krvavy stops just before her mouth comes into contact with the Countess’ wet and needy mound. “She was a bit twitchy, and kicked me back before I could even taste her~...”

“We... we do not need to recreate everything as it happened...” Rina’s voice wavers slightly as she tries, and fails, to hold Krvavy’s head in place. Her dainty fingers slip free from that handle of a horn, that arm extended as far as it can reach.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t~.” A rather sadistic grin fills the Drakling’s face as she sees how desperately horny this half-Elf truly is. “We’ll skip the part where she hugged onto my cock~,” her strong hands grab Rina beneath the shoulders, pulling the pink-skinned noblewoman upright, “and go straight to when she sat on my face~.”

That catches the Countess’ attention, her pointed ears quivering as she perks up. But that excitement only lasts for a moment, her dainty eyebrows quickly furrowing in thought. “Is there enough room for me between your horns...?”

“Yup~.” Krvavy lets that word pop as she drops onto her back, sinking slightly into the soft cushioned bed. Her hard – neglected – cock thwacks against her toned belly. “Beryl, help her out~.”

“As ya wish, my dearest love~!” The tanned tomboy’s nimble hands immediately latch onto Rina’s womanly hips. “Ah’m sure it’s not quite wha’ tha’ sweetie did,” she guides the Moon Elf up atop of Krvavy, “but ya’ll be more comfortable facin’ this way~.”

“Mhm, just thinking about her comfort~?” The Drakling teasingly asks, breathing in the heady scent of Rina’s arousal as that noblewoman’s bright pink pussy hovers above her face. She grabs at the juicy thighs that box in her vision, fingers digging slightly into supple and squishy flesh. “No other ulterior motives there~?”

“Oh hush, my dearest love~!” Beryl playfully scolds her Draconic lover. Her hand slips free from Rina’s round rear, landing onto Krvavy’s chest. “Yer mouth isn’t fer talkin’~! No, no~,” dexterous fingers dance down through a pale valley, “it’s fer pleasurin’ women~! So go on, my dearest love~,” a hot breath brushes against the barbarian’s sensitive and swollen shaft, “show ‘er ‘ow good a job ya can do~! Ah’ll be ‘ere givin’ ya all the encouragement tha’ ya’ll need~!”

Krvavy’s body burns with lust as a pair of loving lips press against her throbbing cock. That jolt of pleasure spurs her into action.

“Nhhn~!” Rina sharply inhales as her hips are suddenly tugged downwards, her wet and needy pussy pressing against the barbarian’s face.

That lewd gasp is the very last sound that the Drakling gets to clearly hear before plush pink thighs clamp down over her ears. All other noises, be they moans or words, are muffled and reduced to mere murmurs as Krvavy is engulfed by a soft and warm heaven.

In a debauched mirror of what the Wood Elf is doing between her legs, Krvavy gently kisses at the virginal slit of the Moon Elf sitting atop her face. Well, virginal in the sense that it has never been penetrated by a cock. A real flesh and blood one. The Countess is no stranger to sex and has assuredly taken plenty of fingers, tongues, and of course toys, leaving her a ‘virgin’ only by a technicality.

Those thoughts idly run through Krvavy’s mind as the very tip of her tongue reaches past her pale lips. That tapered appendage pokes into the Countess’ needy slit, slowly moving up and down and in little circles as she laps up this Moon Elf woman’s love juices. Much like Rina’s scent, these lewd juices taste of a gentle night breeze blowing through a garden filled with lavender, and perhaps some lilacs too. But, more than that, it tastes of the colour purple. A strange consequence of the Countess’ magical prowess, no doubt.

“Mmmhhm~...!”

Krvavy feels the vibrations of that muffled moan more than she could ever hope to hear it. The soft thighs squished around her head quiver and tremble, tightening their grip as the Countess shakily grinds her slit against the Drakling’s face. Her sudden bout of shuddering rapidly reaches a peak and, with a squirt of her slick juices, she begins to descend back down.

At the same time, a wet warmth engulfs Krvavy’s swollen cockhead. A gentle suckling sends waves of pleasure rolling through the barbarian’s body. And that is heightened even further by the nimble tongue playfully dancing across her shaft’s sensitive underside, knowing exactly where to focus.

Rina shudders as the Drakling’s tongue slowly, deliberately, begins to delve deeper and deeper inside of her slit. The fleshy nubs lining that twisting appendage grind and rub along the clenching walls of her love tunnel, coaxing free ever increasing quivers and moans. This inhuman tongue, long and tapered, seeks out each and every one of her weak spots.

Pride wells up within the barbarian.

Can any of Rina’s toys compare to Krvavy? To just that Drakling’s tongue? Can any of her past partners, those unknown lovers, compare to these pleasures? Can –?

Those arrogant thoughts are abruptly cut off as a wave of ecstasy crashes over Krvavy, breaking her intense focus on the woman sitting atop her face. Plush pink flesh squishes between her fingers as she tightens her grip on the Countess’ thighs. Her turgid cockhead grinds into the roof of her Elf’s mouth. The slight discomfort of teeth gently digging into her girthy shaft only serves to heighten the other pleasures provided by her sweet berry.

The Drakling’s dick frantically throbs, her hefty sack clenching up against her body.

Rina squeezes down on Krvavy in every way that she can. Her plush thighs engulf the barbarian’s head, that soft heaven closing in with as much force as her elegant body can muster. Her sopping slit smothers the barbarian, puffy pink pussy pressing down over mouth and nose, replacing air with her scent and juices. Her insides constrict around the barbarian’s invading appendage, lavishing that long tongue with a crushing and erratic massage.

A spurt of seed shoots from Krvavy’s shaft. A burning warmth surrounds its tip as her creamy cum mixes with the tanned tomboy’s slick saliva. Dexterous fingers tighten around that ridged rod, holding its throbbing length in place. A wave of bliss runs through her cumming cock, and her entire body, as the Elf so hungrily swallows down that mouthful, and then the next as well.

“Ghhhhhk~!” Krvavy chokes and gasps as the crushing pressure on her head is lifted and sound is suddenly returned to her. “Hghaaah~!” Her tongue slips free from the Countess’ soaked slit as she sucks in a breath stained by the noblewoman’s sweet scent.

Rina’s hips falls backwards, her plush rear landing onto Krvavy’s chest with a thump, and the rest of her body falls forwards, letting her large pink breasts hang directly in the Drakling’s line of sight.

“Mnnnmmghh~!” A long, lewd moan vibrates through the barbarian’s still-stiff shaft as Beryl savours the last few spurts of her lover’s sticky seed.

“Haaahhhh~...!” The half-Elf’s head slumps down as her elbows sink into a soft pillow. Her large tits press into Krvavy’s upper horns, squished between her resting body and those hard bony things. “Noht... not going to share~?” The sound of a wet pop and audible gulp draws that gasped question past her parted lips.

“Nah~,” Beryl responds, her voice throaty and lewd, “Ah’ve got ta be greedy some times~. And speakin’ o’~...” Her slick slit presses down onto Krvavy’s thigh, grinding back and forth over that toned leg. “Why don’t we skip ta a part where Ah can join the fun in earnest~? Ah don’t mind takin’ the role o’ our brat~.”

“Still... sticking to the script~...?” Rina breathlessly asks, straightening up just enough to look back over her shoulder.

“Ach, ‘ardly~.” The tanned tomboy grabs onto her fellow Elf’s hips, pulling the Countess towards her. A lewd smirk fills her face as Krvavy’s cock is squished between her belly and Rina’s rear. “Say, ‘ow do ya feel about~...?” Beryl’s voice grows quiet and hushed as she whispers into a pink and pointy ear.

The barbarian blinks repeatedly as her mind gradually returns to her. She stares suspiciously up at the two colluding Elves, twitching slightly as the caramel coloured one grinds against her sensitive shaft.

“That sounds wonderful~.” Rina nods her head and smiles. Her amethyst eyes glimmer with lust as she meets Krvavy’s gaze. “But I... will need to take an extra precaution.” With that, she snaps her fingers.

A glowing, spectral copy of the Countess’ hand darts through the closed curtains surrounding this luxurious bed, passing something to her before leaving as quickly as it came.

Beryl pulls away from her fellow Elf, curiously tilting her head to the side. “Wha’ are those?”

“My precaution, what else~?” Rina playfully replies, holding two small rectangles of cloth between her fingers. An enigmatic smile pulls at the corners of her painted lips as illuminated lines appear on both strips of fabric, glowing brighter as she brings one closer to herself and holds the other out towards the tomboy. “To avoid my maidenhood being taken by a mere accident~.”

The little rectangles suddenly tear themselves from Rina’s grip. “Aahhh!” The Wood Elf gasps in shock as one flies through the air and, before she can really even react, zips down between her thighs. She jumps as the fabric strip secures itself onto her flushed and sensitive skin. “Huuh!?”

“Relax~.” The Countess gently grabs Beryl’s wrist, stopping the tomboy’s futile attempt at removing that silken seal. Her other hand idly hovers between her own legs, nonchalantly brushing a delicate finger over the magical strip of fabric whose placement perfectly mirrors the one which imposed itself on the tanned tomboy, covering her pussy in its entirety, leaving only the stiff nub of her clit exposed. “They will fall away on their own before the morn comes~.”

“WHA’!?” Beryl jolts upright, staring wide-eyed at the Countess. “Tha’ is...! Why do Ah ‘ave ta wear one too!?”

“Is solidarity between Elves not a good enough reason~?” Rina’s tender, and rather teasing, tone does little to calm Beryl. So she is forced to give a proper explanation. “I thought that it would be more fun this way, with the both of us wearing these seals~.”

That explanation does not satisfy the tomboy. “Ach, ‘ow could ya think tha’!?”

The elegant noblewoman simply shakes her head, her smile growing ever wider. “You need not be penetrated to enjoy yourself~.”

“Rich words comin’ from a woman who just got eaten out by my dearest love...” The caramel coloured Elf grumbles and groans. A longing sigh passes through her parted lips, those blue-green eyes of hers so wistfully glancing towards Krvavy’s stiff cock.

Rina’s Elvish ears wiggle with amusement as her dainty hands grasp onto that lithe tomboy’s narrow waist. “Come now, no need to be so sour~. Let us do as you suggested~.” She gently but insistently pushes Beryl backwards onto the bed, before climbing atop that other – actual – Elf’s waist. “If this is not enough for you, then we can always bring back that toy from yesterday~.”

Beryl is too horny to be properly upset, and the promise of pleasure quickly gets her to perk back up. The fact that some big pink breasts are squishing down into her own pert pair is just icing on the cake. “Alright. Oh Krvavy~,” her playfully cooing words dance through the air, issuing a challenge. “Ya know wha’ ta do, aye~?”

That teasing question snaps the Drakling from her daze. “Yeah,” Krvavy breathlessly replies, rolling onto her side. It takes a fair bit of effort to tear her gaze away from the two needy pussies pressing together as best they can with those thin strips of silk in the way.

“Ya sure~?” The Wood Elf continues trying to egg her Draconic lover on. “Because Ah’m not feelin’ yer cock squished between us~!”

Krvavy pushes herself upright, looming over the two beautiful women and trying to act as intimidating as she can. “Hnnph...!” She sharply exhales, looking her sweet berry straight in the eye. “You’re lucky we don’t have anything to shove between those pretty little lips of yours~.”

“I can help with that~.” Rina glances back over her shoulder and snaps her fingers, summoning another spectral hand.

“Oy~! Wha’ do ya think ya’re do–imnnph~?” The tomboyish Elf’s playful protest is silenced as a squishy, round gag is shoved into her mouth.

“There, much better now, is it not~?” The Countess gives Beryl’s cheek a gentle, almost condescending, pat as a glowing pattern appears on the ballgag, magic alone securing it in place. In turn, the tanned tomboy gives her ass an encouraging slap.

The Drakling grins and lines her dick up.

Two lewd moans, one muffled and one not, serve as Krvavy’s answer.