Lukil wakes up in the middle of the night, having stripped off all clothes to sleep, with a strange throbbing protrusion, and a feeling of deep, primal lust.
Nimu:
Hmm!?
* Nimu wakes up from the ground
Nimu:
Nimu sense... Tingling
AustNailo:
Oh great, she has superpowers now.
AustNailo:
Smut superpowers, but superpowers nontheless
Lukil:
*Sniff sniff sniff* Lukil scented the air, before her eyes fixed upon Mira, and a hungry grin slowly spread across the mithra's face. Silently, she rose and padded over to the sleeping woman, slowly pawing away the covers between Lukil and Mira.
Nimu:
Chance, chance... *Crawls towards tent, slowly drags Eliza away*
Nimu:
Hello, sexy lady~
Mira:
Mira had since prepared herself for bed, dressing down to only her underwear. She was sleeping when she felt the covers being moved. She roused herself from her sleep, and looked at the source, finding the hazy form of Lukil. "L...Lukil...is that you? Goodness, it's late. Go to bed."
Lukil:
"Mira...." she purred huskily, slowly clambering over the prone inquisitor and then lowering herself down, inhaling her partner's fertile scent before diving her mouth forward and silencing Mira with a deep, aggressive kiss. There was no stopping the barbaric cat-girl at this point, her mind possessed by lust and some savage need for further sexual release.
Mira:
Mira was shocked at her companions reaction, her eyes widened as she climbed over her and inhaled her scent. "L...Lukil? What are you doing? Please, calm..." Before she could finish, the frightened inquisitor was silenced by a deep kiss. For the first time in her life, the woman was scared, unsure of what her kin would do.
Avarin:
225
Lukil:
Lukil's hands were wandering far afield as she pinned Mira beneath her, and the other woman would quickly feel the stiff length pressed against her belly. One hand settled quickly onto one of Mira's breasts, and the other soon reached under her panties and started to tug them down, trying to get them out of the way and thus making that intoxicating scent all the more intense.
Lukil:
Kama-Sutra (Passive) - Lukil causes 1 extra level of PP damage to her partner
Mira:
Mira let out an "eep" as Lukil pinned her down, the fear growing in her, especially as she felt her companions member bressed against her. She inhaled sharply as one of Lukil's hand found Mira's brest and all she could do was squirm through the continued assault. She tried to resist, praying her friend would see reason.
Lukil:
Mira's struggles only caused Lukil to kiss and grope her more passionately, her soft kneading of her partner's breast and domineering tongue-work trying to pacify Mira while her hands quickly did away with the other woman's panties. Releasing Mira's mouth, Lukil quickly dropped down and started suckling energetically at Mira's breast, flicking her tongue over the tip while her waist shifted, causing her cock to rub up against the sniper's petals slowly.
Mira:
Seems all her efforts got her was a more passionate assault from her lustful companion, Mira realizing it may be for nothing. She could only let out a muffled whimper at Lukils efforts and was so focused on the kissing and groping that she almost didn't feel the barbarian mithra remove her last vestige of protection. Letting out a gasp as she was finally freed from her companions lips, the markswoman's tongue rolled out of her mouth, her breathing much heavier as a result of the fondling and suckling. Her arousal would begin to show, with her nipples perking up at the attention and her folds beginning to moisten as she felt Lukils member against her folds. The inquisitor shut her eyes tightly, wanting this to end. But at the same time, she didn't. Something about this just felt...right.
Lukil:
For several long moments Lukil was content to suckle on Mira's chest, the head of her cock only just barely rubbing over Mira's petals as she applied her ministrations, unaware or uncaring of the inner struggle that Mira was having over her actions. Soon enough though, Lukil gave Mira's nipple one last long nibble before breaking off and trailing kisses down her taught stomach, the mithra's cock leaving her partner's folds only to be replaced by her mouth. Lukil gave a low rumbling purr as she inhaled the scent coming from Mira, which olny stoked her primordial thirst, before diving in with the same savage aggression as the orcs had demonstrated, her rough tongue licking over Mira's folds and then slowly penetrating them, going deeper and deeper and quickly seeking out the woman's pleasure centers while her eyes, glowing gold in the darkness of the tent, stared up hungrily at the prone inquisitor.
Mira:
The suckling continue for what felt like an eternity, prompting the inquisitor to squirm somewhat under her companion. It was strange. She should be hating this, throwing off her companion and leaving her be. But she was in too deep now and she couldn't leave her friend to suffer through this lust anymore. Soon enough, she found her companion had moved on, feeling her nipple freed from her friends mouth with a parting nibble. Mira opened her eyes and looked down, enough to see Lukil work her way down her body until she reached her folds, no doubt inhaling the scent that was driving her wild. A sharp cry escaped the womans lips as Lukil dove into her folds, licking and exploring every inch of her. The whole time, her hands was gripping the sheets underneath her, the pleasure beginning to build.
Lukil:
Just like the orcs to claim Mira before her, Lukil was relentless in pleasuring Mira, her tongue writhing inside of the comparatively inexperienced mithra and hitting every one of her sweet spots. Once she'd located Mira's g-spot, however, Lukil assaulted it without mercy, causing Mira no end of mind-numbing pleasure as she sought to bring her to a swift and powerful climax by stimulating such a sensitive spot. The more of her scent she breathed in, the harder Lukil's cock got at the prospect of fucking Mira into the wee hours of the morning, but Lukil remained patient for the moment, giving Mira an opportunity to enjoy herself first...
Mira:
Knowing full well her companion knew what she was doing, Mira could only lie on the sheets and squirm as she felt the feral mithra's tongue hit all the right spots. Once her g-spot was found, Mira let out a surprisngly loud moan. This would continue as Lukil continued to assault that spot, causing Mira to heat up remarkably fast. Her face reddened, her breathing quickened and her mind was swimming in pleasure. Then it hit her. Her body shook and quiverred as she shuddered in climax, a gush of fluids splashing out onto the eager mithra's face. When the feeling subsided, the once rational and prudish inquisitor was now trying to urge her companion on, as if know she was waiting for this moment.
Lukil:
Lukil spared only a moment to lap up the juices that had splashed onto her face, and then crawled back up and positioned herself over Mira while the inquisitor was recovering from her recent climax. The tip of the barbaric mithra's cock, rounded like a human's but surrounded by tiny fleshy barbs, pressed against Mira's petals and slowly began to push inwards. The barbs, soft and lumpy and really little more then extra bumps for added texture, were a holdover from their more bestial ancestors, but Mira's body would likely recognize them in some capacity or another as she rubbed against her inner walls. A low, pleasure-filled growl escaped Lukil's throat as she pushed easily into Mira's depths, her cock not nearly the same of the ones possessed by the orcs but still long and thick and as hard as stone, large enough to fill her completely and brush the pre-cum leaking tip against Mira's cervix. Looping her arms beneath the bend of the other mithra's knees, Lukil lifted Mira's legs up so that they were practically touching Mira's own shoulders, allowing a kneeling Lukil a prime angle to thrust from and leaving Mira barely able to do more than squirm beneath her, all without pulling out.
Mira:
Given barely any time to recover, Mira could only look up at the lustful warrior woman, knowing full well what she was about to do. She could feel the tip at her entrence and that alone sent a slightly shiver up her spine, as if her body was preparing for something. Mira bit down on her lip as Lukil began pushing in at an agonizngly slow pace. The more primal part of Mira recognized the barbs, and Mira only descended further into a lustful haze, much like her companion. Another sharp gasp escaped Mira's lips as the feral mithra's member was fully inside of her. Before she knew it, her legs were lifted, almost hitting her shoulders.. This left Mira gazing at her companion, who was no doubt ready to claim Mira as her own.
Lukil:
And claim her Lukil did! Giving a brief look into the other woman's eyes, Lukil cracked a broad grin and pulled back, following her first thrust with a second after a long pause. Her rhythm built quickly as she pistoned down into Mira's aroused cunny, aiming unneringly for all of the right places to drive Mira senseless with pleasure and just going faster and faster. The position ensured that Mira's g-spot took heavy stimulation in both directions of her thrusts, and all too soon the potency of her thrusts had Lukil's hips slapping wetly against Mira's upraised bottom, the ever-shifting angle of her motions ensuring that no corner of Mira's folds went unexplored.
Mira:
The look in her eyes told Mira that she would be in for a very...very long night, as she felt the first thrust and the second send shockwaves through her body. In a vain effort to try and silence herself, Mira would try and muffle her moans and whimpers as Lukil began thrusting faster and faster, with the feral woman hitting all the right spots on the more domesticated mithra. No inch of her folds was spared any attention. Through her own panting and the lewd slapping of flesh on flesh, Mira would try and speak, as if to request something. "P...Please...go...please go faster!" Her body was telling her to say the strangest things, but it knew she was ready for anything Lukil would throw at her.
Lukil:
Despite her primal state, Lukil couldn't help but let out a slow chuckle at Mira's whimpered demand, replying to it by gradually slowing her thrusts instead, until she came to a complete stop. "You want more, Mira?" she said, finding her voice, "You want me to go faster?" Her hips rolled, rubbing her cock against the inside of Mira's pussy, the barbs around the tip rolling over her g-spot again. "If you do... I want to hear you~" she purred, slowly shifting so that Mira's back was curled even more while Lukil herself rose to a crouch over Mira, "I want to hear your voice crying out for me!" And then, Mira would get her wish. Lukil, holding her in piledriver, would simpyl start pounding relentlessly into Mira's clenching sex, holding her up without hope of escape while her cock pistoned into the other mithra's body at a relentless pace.
Mira:
Smiling upon seeing some sort of reaction coming from Lukil, Mira suddenly started to fell some fear as the feral mithra slowed down and eventually stopped, leaving the marksman wanting. "Y...Yes! I want more! Please!" She spat out, in a desperate bid to get her companion moving again. She only made things more agonizing as Lukil began rolling her hips and teasing her precious g-spot and further teasing her folds. "Please, gods, just keep going! C...claim me as yours! I don't care!" That was the last thing she said before Lukil began pounding ever faster, showing no signs of releasing her. This is what her body needed. This was all it needed.
Lukil:
Tip to base and back again, Tip to base and back again. Mira's body would be made to quake from the impacts of Lukil's thrusts as she fucked the other mithra, if it wasn't already doing so from the sheer pleasure that she inspired. Her motions were regular and rhythmic and savage as she pounded her cock down into Mira's acceptive body. For several minutes that might have been hours she ravaged Mira, making every effort to make the other woman scream in primal ecstasy. Whether she did or not, however, Lukil knew that she could make the inquisitor cum.... And when she did, when she felt her partner's folds clamping upon her throbbing staff, Lukil let out a low howl and dipped herself down to the base one last time, Lukil's first orgasm with her cock drenched Mira's womb in her cum, pumping wave after wave of hot, thick goo into the girl's deepest depths even as she rode out her own orgasm, their mutual climax driving Lukil to even greater heights of lust, and pleasure....
Mira:
Each thrust, each pound, each movement from Lukil sent ripples of pleasure all through Mira, her howls growing louder and if one listend more feral herself, as if Mira was...regressing to a state similar to her companion. All this didn't matter as all Mira could do was enjoy every single motion, the time passing by at a mere fraction of it's normal pace for her. And again, she felt her body squirm and shake as she climaxed once again as a result of this savage rutting. What followed was only natural, as Mira felt her partner jam her member down as far as it could go before unleashing a torrent of thick seed. The seed coated the inquisitors womb white and filled it to the brim, no doubt marking the prudish, domesitcated mithra as the property of the strong, feral barbarian warrior.
Lukil:
If Mira thought she was finished, she was quickly proven to have been mistaken. Lukil didn't even rest for long after her first orgasm before releasing one leg and rotating Mira onto her side, putting Lukil between Mira's legs with one over her shoulder before starting to piston into her. She filled the inquisitor's quivering womb with another load of her cum a short while later, but not before fucking Mira into further senselessness while steadily strumming her clit. Again she shifted her partner, putting Mira into doggy style and fucking her even harder than ever, filling her up again that way after another phase of savage rutting. Their last round came in the predawn twilight, Lukil on top of Mira in missionary, their bodies coated in sweat and a mixture of their love juices, their mouths joined and their breasts rubbing steadily against one another as Lukil sawed into Mira's abused cunny. One last load of Lukil's baby-batter poured into her womb before the mithra, finally spent for the night.
