82. Just Vibing
Been trying to up the quality of my smut lately, and this is the first result. Let me know what you think!
You blink at the green skin of her retreating back; her armour, a collection of leather strips and fur plates, doing little to hide her form. Then you turn to Sapphire, one brow ridge raised. The diminutive kobold shrugs in response, a smile curling around her lips.
“She's never exactly been one for subtlety sir.”
You can't help but snort at that. “No. No I suppose not.”
A shout from the object of your conversation drags your attention to the cave she's disappeared into. “No talking! More overtaking!”
That comment startles a laugh from you, and after exchanging another look with Sapphire, you scoop her up, depositing your beastmaster at the base of your neck and bound after Feathers' retreating footsteps.
The corridor that links Goblin Town and your workshop to the rest of your lair is long and thin, and Feathers is far less than half way down when your long leaps bring her into view. Her eyes flash in the smokey darkness as she turns to look over her shoulder at you, and then widen as another gliding leap lets you close half the distance in a few seconds. She pivots on her heal back to the front, and breaks into a run of her own. Her dexterity far outstrips your own, but your athletics makes up the difference and then some, so that your second jump lands you just behind her as she streaks out into Goblin Town proper.
She doesn't fight when your next leap is angled so that you scoop her off of the floor, instead turning and holding onto your forelimb with near bruising strength as you flare your winglings to carry the three of you up and around, your tail just flicking over the first palisade as you start to lose altitude. You hear a shriek of laughter and it takes you a moment to realise it came from all three of you.
You drive your pinions up, readying for another flap that disrupts whatever cosmetic effect keeps the roiling smoke high out of the way. On your downstroke a great flood of grey smog pours forth, forming yet more cackling demonic faces. You pay them no heed as the flap gives you the hight you need to snake over the tips of the next palisade too.
Your landing, restricted to three limbs so as to not smash Feathers into the stone floor, is less than one hundred percent graceful. You stumble, catching yourself just before you would have shoulder checked into the wall of Feathers' section of the cave. You turn your stumble into a running stop that barrels the fur flap door out of the way and carries your cargo directly into the wide bowl of furs that serves and Feathers' bed. The three of your collapse, breathless from the sudden exertion.
Well, you collapse and neither of them complain too loudly and Feathers is half pinned under your bulk and Sapphire slides down your chest until both of them are held in your arms, leaning against your chest and laughing. Your own laughter, a low rumble compared to their own, makes all three of you vibrate.
The air in here is remarkably cool and clear, a pleasant contrast to the warm smoke of the rest of the village despite being at the highest point of either cave. The laughter slowly dies down as the three of you relax.
Unfortunately, for you at least, with the loss of manic energy you come to an uncomfortable conclusion. You've been neglecting the two of them quite a bit. Not as badly as you could have, but every moment of every day seems to have been filled with Mercy, Amanda, or the day to day minutia of running a lair. The three of you haven't been alone for a while.
“I'm-” you start, only for Feathers to reach up and shut your mouth, strangling the words before they can form.
“You miss Sapph's nice speech. Mind in menu. We no mind waiting. Not so long as, when we ask, you give us what we want.”
Sapphire nods even as the gobliness releases your jaw. “Don't worry sir. We'll still be here, commanding your armies, even if you're off fucking those who can... hmm, handle all of you. Just don't forget your promises, and don't...” She pauses, and you look down to meet her eyes. They're soft. “And don't forget us.”
The answer comes easily to you. “Never.”
The two of them reach up and place a kiss, almost chaste, against each side of your mouth. Then Sapphire reaches across, under your chin, and grabs two fistfuls of Feather's fur armour, pulling the taller gobliness to her. With two short movements, the barbarian berserker is on her knees, back against Sapphire's chest and the kobolds chin on her shoulder.
“We've found ways to keep ourselves satisfied in your absence.”
She turns her head slightly, who two of them still in your arms, and nibbles against Feathers' ear. One free hand traces soft patterns across the fire scarred skin on the other side of the gobliness' face. Small claws scratch around the leather straps that hold her eyepatch in place even as the kobold's ministrations make Feathers' ear flutter and her eyes fall half lidded.
“Would you like me to show you?”
You snake your neck around in the other direction, keeping your eyes on them until your chin is propped up by left arm, giving you a perfect view.
“By all means.”
Sapphire's other hand drifts south, teasing at the straps that make up Feathers' outfit. Whenever there's a gap in the leather, claws slip over the taught flesh beneath and the gobliness shudders. Her head lolls back until it's resting against Sapphire's rusty scaled shoulder, her hair falling back in dark waves, and the kobold moves her gently biting teeth down to the gobliness' neck. Sapphire's other hand drifts from Feathers' eyepatch down her slim green neck and begins to undo buckles that had been passed over by her first hand, which was now pushing below the thin strip that served your gobliness as a belt. Scaled fingers barely visible beneath practical, close fitting fighter's trousers.
With one movement, the leather strap that clings to Feathers shoulder is slipped off, dragging fur plates out of alignment and revealing more pale green skin. Your gobliness shudders and grunts, her hands clenching on nothing as the fingers in her pants begin to twitch, rubbing slow circles you can barely see.
Feathers twitches again, some aborted grab, her arms raising to Sapphire's before jerking back down. In response, the fingers teasing her slit speed up, pulling another grunt of pleasure from her lips. Sapphire turns to you, a salacious look in her eyes as she completes working on the buckles, Feathers' entire top falling down until it's only help up by the hand below her belt. Dark nipples stand out against the rest of Feathers' pale skin, taught and firm in the cool air.
“Turns out our resident berserker,” Sapphire punctuates her words with another nibble to the long ear in front of her, making the gobliness shudder, “likes not being the strong one.”
Her wandering left hand teases at Feathers' nipples, tugging on them in long, alternating strokes while her right withdraws from below, earning her a sigh of pleasure and a mewl of disappointment. Her slick fingers do quick work removing the belt and slipping the trousers over the globes of Feathers' ass, and the entire outfit drops to the floor in a single mound.. The revealed slit is lightly swollen, a thin coating of shining liquid betraying her excitement for a moment, before it is covered once more with Sapphire's fingers.
The gobliness' legs seem to have nearly given out, holding her up more by dint of her weight being supported from behind, as Sapphire's left hand vanishes behind her back. For a moment you're confused, until the soft sound of leather on scales reveals her striping herself, until her clothes join Feathers' on the floor.
Sapphire turns until her back is against your chest once more, giving you a side on view of their nude bodies, Sapphire's nippleless breasts squashed up against Feathers' back as the kobold uses her hands to pleasure both of them simultaneously – her fingers tease her own slit with soft motions, while her other hand moves much faster, little figurers of eights circling Feathers' clit before delving back inside her.
Before long, both her hands are slick, and the gobliness is bucking against her hand and grasping at the air as her thighs ripple and clench. A moment later and Sapphire abruptly switches her target. Her right hand drops down further allowing her to bury two fingers to the knuckle inside of the writhing barbarian, her scaled palm gliding up and down on her clit. Her left hand, wet with her own juices turns and thrusts one long finger into the chiefteness' ass. Feathers goes wild, limbs shaking as Sapphire leans further against you, half pulling the gobliness off her knees, so her weight is pressed more firmly into the three digits keeping her aloft as she moans her orgasm into the air.
It takes several long moments for Feathers to come down, Sapphire doing what she can to elongate the other girl's pleasure, but before long she's back on her knees, sat on her heals and panting with a slightly glazed expression. After a few seconds to let the green skinned girl bask, Sapphire leans down to her ear and whispers something too quiet for you to catch. Whatever it is however, Feathers just nods, leans forward until her breasts touch her knees and crosses her arms behind her back, each hand grabbing on to the opposite wrist. Sapphire reaches down into the nest of furs to her side, returning with a thin strip of fur, several feet long.
Your beastmaster places one end in between Feathers' clasped arms, and then spins the makeshift rope around and around, making the now bound gobliness shudder as the fur drags and tickles along her spine. When the entire thing is wound, and Sapphire tucks the spare end into the bindings, Feathers is covered from one hand to the other, only her fingers sticking out of the wrap.
Without further prompting, Feathers wiggles around, still on her knees, and begins to kiss Sapphire's flat stomach, the larger scale plates that sit, flat and trim there. Your kobold leans back, one hand drifting behind her head as she leans against your chest, the other resting atop Feather's head, playing with her hair.
The kisses get lower and lower, interspersed with long licks and the gobliness works her way, agonisingly slowly, down her lover's body, until she reaches the cleft between her legs. Sapphire puts more of her weight against you, lifting herself onto her tiptoes, and Feathers reaches underneath her.
Seeing as you caught them at it not too long ago, you aren't too surprised when Feathers retrieves the kobold's tail, drawing it through Sapphire's legs, which clamp down to hold the shaft of scale in place.
The kisses and licks skip past Sapphire's own wet pussy entirely as the fake cock is rubbed back and forth of Feathers' face. The small nubs of scale along the top, or bottom now, catch on the gobliness' face, on her cheek, on her brow, so that with every thrust Sapphire makes, Feathers' face is pulled along with it, her lips forced to part.
Feather's tongue, shockingly pink against the green and rust red backdrop, snakes out once more to lay licks along the base of the tail as it's thrust against her face, until her own spit mars her skin in a long patch. Both of them moan, Feathers' a lust filled grunt of want, and Sapphire's a hiss of satisfaction. The kobold pulls back and Feathers, apparently used to this, opens her mouth without complaint. Her tongue lolls out, curling down till it touches her own chin. A string of drool connects it still with the tip of Sapphire's tail.
A string that shortens as said tail is pushed into her mouth. Her lips form a dark green ring, broken only as one of Sapphire's tail nubs rubs against the chiefteness' bottom lip as she starts to bob her head back and forth. Black hair sways with each movement, falling forward and forming an incomplete curtain half blocking your view.
Sapphire' shifts, pushing an extra inch of tail into Feathers' mouth and making the gobliness twitch. Her fingers flex from underneath the binding and she shudders again before pushing much deeper on her next bob, her tongue forced back into her mouth by the encroaching tail.
Sapphire reaches over and pulls the hair out of the way, giving you an unobstructed view of Feathers' jaw distending around the thicker tail as she attempts to deepthroat it. Her eyes roll back and she shudders again, her lips struggling to part as her mouth is filled to capacity and beyond, a cough barely squeezing out past the bulging flesh.
Sapphire moans again, letting go of Feathers' hair and reaching up to play with her breasts. Without a nipple, she just lets her claws roam the scaled flesh, squeezing and massaging as her moans grow in volume. A particularly loud groan sounds ans Feathers' jaw starts to flex. It takes you a moment to place the motions – the gobliness' tongue is doing slow circles inside her mouth, lapping what she can get her lips around.
“Oh gods don't stop,” is the only warning Feathers' gets before Sapphire thrusts forward again, pushing another inch of tail into her mouth and making her cheeks bulge out. Her jaw is stretched to breaking point, her eyes rolled so far back that you can barely see her iris below her eyelids. Another shift, and Feathers' nose is pressed up against Sapphire's pussy, her lubricant smearing around the berserker's lips as obscene lipstick as she gags and coughs, the sound almost entirely muffled by the tail in her throat, only given away by the shakes and shudders the gobliness is doing. Sapphire holds her down with an iron grip, and her free hand leaps from her breasts to her clit, rubbing in furious circles less than an inch from Feathers' rolled back eyes.
Her orgasm is explosive, shuddering as her cum squirts out, covering Feathers' face in a sheen. In one movement, she pulls her tail out; the mouth she leaves behind stays wide for long enough for her to push her pussy against. Either Feathers has done this before or the two of them are very in tune as the gobliness immediately starts to lick, long smooth strokes to prolong her lover's orgasm.
After what seems like minutes, Sapphire's shaking subsides as she half leans over Feather's head, both hands keeping her face pressed against her pussy as the gobliness continues to lick.
The kobold shoots you a look that smoulders.
“The warm up was nice. Are you ready for the main event?”
The fire in your stomach spreads, your cock making itself known.
“Red-scale sir!” - another voice. Willow, perhaps?
Your guess is proven correct as the kobold in question sticks her head into the room and squeaks, withdrawing but not before you see the flaming blush on her face.
“I'm sorry! Sorry! I – uh – there's someone at the door? He says it's important? Sorry, I – uh. Sorry?”
You look back at the two women in your arms. Sapphire rolls her eyes.
“Of course. Hurry back?”
With a barely repressed growl, you stand up.
Whoever interrupted you had best be damn important, or you'd be having... words.
Remember kids, if your sexual organ is larger than your partner's entire body, use plenty of lube, or alternatives to penetration! Fantasy Magic ER is good, but good luck finding an ambulance that will drive out to you!
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