DM
Ayuna, Tag: Oriala
The gentle hands that had expertly releasing tension within the warrior withdraw as the soft mounds pressing into her back shift. Ayuna's face slides into the vision of Oriala, her blouse hanging from her taught waist, that leads up to her soft c-cup breasts. For most elves that was rather large, considering the environments they live in, and that women were almost equal to men at hunting, unless they were pregnant. Oriala herself had been blessed with a body that shaped easily for combat, though trailing over the maid's form, there was more softness to it. Likely she was better fed than most slaves. Her unadorned ears twitch, in their homelands adornment showed status, so it was almost appropriate that the short eared slave left those sensitive organs pure. The slave's blond hair hung with a slight wave and was well maintained, held from her face by the headgear that seemed part of her outfit. Eventually Oriala's eyes locked back with the slave's, having passed over the blush on the cheeks that was slowly reaching the neck, the thin lips from which the melodious tones of her voice originated, and the slightly turned up nose royalty either had or seemed to have. The slave's eyes revealed all Oriala feared within their emotionless gaze, the two would be sisters, though not of blood perhaps, very soon. "
Ma'am, it was made very clear none of you are above the others. Even Hana, the closest to human among you has revealed her lesser heritage. Though if that is not enough to convince you, perhaps your heritage preserved some of the traits that made myself easier to break." The slender, delicate fingers brushed back at the side of the hunter's head, finding the ear. The maid's soft thumb ran along the inside of the outer rim, just hard enough to be felt, while not tickling the flesh. "
You command me because Mistress wills it Oriala, not because of the lie you tell." She draws nearer, as if to kiss the face made damp from the steaming water and ran her tongue on the same ear she was teasing earlier. She whispered in the ear a language forbidden in most noble estates, one Oriala's mother taught her, "
Sister." Though the word meant something much closer to, '
Elf Sister' and of course both girls knew that well.
The human appraised his partner for the time, his eyes trailing over every curve and contour, though that meant the warrior would have the same opportunity as well. The male before her was one clearly trained for fighting. His lean muscle corded through his body, running from his sturdy, supporting calves, up to the thin masculine hips and waist. His abs defined but not bulging, similarly to his pectorals. It was clear the battle he had seen looking at his torso, the largest scar running from his right pectoral to the left side of his body leaving at the second row of his abs. The broad, strong shoulders that lead to the sturdy arms and corded neck. The strong neck was needed for the flat, clean shaved jaw, a line that ran to his curved ears, one of which had been cut and was missing a triangular piece of, and his high brow. The man's dark brown hair was tied back in a simple neck length ponytail, the color deeper than the tanned skin. He nervously has his tongue sticking out the side of his well formed lips beneath the flat, crooked nose. His eyes had captured a piece of a storm, observing every motion carefully and doubly so on the more bouncy assets. His equipment isn't anything overly impressive, about a half foot long and slightly curved by the critical eye the dark skinned warrior, and was topped by a simply cut mound of hair. He permitted the cock-pull, stepping with surety into the bath, likely similar to the one he had been pulled out of, sliding down until the two warriors were entangled within. Once more he was ordered and simply nodded, he had been ordered not to talk after all, his eyes locked with his partner's as his hips bucked pushing into her depths, the curve pressing on both the front and back of her insides, and his balls slapping her ass. The concerned watchful look from earlier is now replaced with a confident smile, as he pulls slowly from her, strong hands resting on the curved hips before him. The soap that had lathered his member before made the process incredibly easy, though it was still torturous teasing as after every hard thrust, he dragged his cock slowly from her.
Prurlen & Hazel, Tag: Kagami
Laughing Prurlen's hips meet his foxy lover's slapping as his member engorges, head flaring and rubbing delightfully along your inner walls. A slight movement and he is not just filling your ass, but pressing against your vaginal nerves through the flesh. He pulls back slowly, both delighting in the friction within, and just as his head meets sphincter his hips thrust hard back into the embracing flesh. A muffled grunt escapes his lips, while his hands explore the soft derrière rubbing and squeezing around to her hips, and then between them. His fingers play with her
nether lips, gathering the glistening arousal that has escaped, his other hand seemingly lost only to come into view dripping with sweet scented liquid. The hazel eyed girl moans into the bosom before her watching the juice covered hand approach the fire haired sorceress' lips. The other hand stops leaving the dripping box woefully unfilled while the rump is pounded. This hand is brought to Hazel's lips and Prurlen tells the two between thrusts, "
Drink UP, girls.. now is a GOOD time to get to KNOW each-other." The hare wastes not a second unlatching from the teat and replacing her mouth with her other teasing hand, and suckling deeply on the fluid covered fingers, her eyes rolling up in her head for a moment before meeting the reds of Kagami, still sensually sucking and moaning slightly. The hand with her juices is before the mage's lips a drop forming and preparing to fall into the long fluffy ear of the girl beneath her.
Ayuna, Tag: Seena & Kessa
Having been called the Slut maid arrives late on the scene where the spooky lights are confronting the two naughty girls. Quietly she seats herself, and finishes rolling up her left stocking. She knows better than to interrupt fun like this, though it might become rather common if what she expected was happening. Should the two monster-bloods or anyone else for that matter, look in that room they would see her straight backed posture waiting to be addressed.
Seena Livy the unbroken Spidergirl, Hawken, Tag: Kessa Mood: Hungry 
