Chapter 1 - Some smut I wrote when I was really horny

[font="Times]Massacre Monarch[/font]
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[font="Times]Cyde and Ishmile used to spend their waking moments together. Both relying on one another to traverse the world they had been so unrightfully sheltered away from. Cyde, finally breaking free from her mother who’s only goal was to create an unstoppable warrior, and Ishmile from protecting an elven village that in truth did not need his undying loyalty. Both cherished this newfound freedom, yet it did have its setbacks. The pair grew apart as they created separate lives. Ishmile finding an identity in learning new magical abilities with Master Grandil, and Lord Cyde attuning to the power she had dormant in her core.[/font]
[font="Times]Times were finally at a standstill as they, along with a group of friends made along the path, finally had a moment to sit and celebrate their victories. What better location to revel amongst themselves than a luxurious tavern in a big city. Before Ishmile could partake in any enjoyable activities he must speak to Cyde first. There were uneasy thoughts festering in his brain. He called upon Cyde to meet him in a secluded corner in the portion of the tavern where the music was muffled, and the lights were dim.[/font]
[font="Times]“At last” was the phrase that permeated Ishmile’s brain and resonated within the walls of his skull. His heart began to pound yet a feeling of relief washed over him. These contradicting feelings nestled inside the pit of his stomach birthing a ravenous gripping pain At last he would have the opportunity to interrogate Cyde, at last he could air out his concerns of her intent,  at last he could begin to understand her illusive power, at last he could trust this stranger disguised as an ally. “At last...” Ishmile finally said in a hurried and hushed tone. A tone in which he was obviously suppressing his excitement. “I have awaited this very moment for quite some time, Kyndwyn. You will allow me this opportunity; it is incredibly difficult to get a hold of you these days.”[/font]
[font="Times]Cyde quickly obliged. The air started to get heavy. Her heart pounded in conjunction to the growing arousal stirring inside her. Ishmile was usually never this intense but she enjoyed this new side of him. There was a look in his eyes that was ripe with malice and it inadvertently caused her back into a wall behind her. There was indeed nowhere to escape and there right in front of her was a stern elven man. His angelic locks adorned his face as they cascaded down past his burly neck. The angle that he was looking down upon Cyde allowed her to admire his hair as if they were stars and she, a star gazer. [/font]
[font="Times]His suspicions only grew more intense that she has been deceiving everyone with a false narrative that she was an ally. Why else would she have stumbled onto the wall? And her expression was also quite telling. She could not even muster the courage to look into his eyes. Ishmile began to grow annoyed at her blatant cowardice and would not put it past her to bolt past him given the chance, so he closed in on her, putting both of his sturdy arms on either side of her like a cage. His face was cold and dark. There was no discernable emotion on his lips, but there need not be since his eyes spoke volumes. Eyes full of disappointment with a tone of anger. “Kyndwyn.” He said, breaking the intense silence.[/font]
[font="Times]His words brought her back to reality. She suddenly began to focus on the reverberating pounding of her heart. The War chief Ishmile of Hasserah was merely inches away from her. He was so beautiful. His eyes were so powerful, and she found his lips alluring and delicious. She inadvertently parted her lips, allowing her to relive some of the anxiety brewing in her in the form of breaths. Her eyes finally focused on his. [/font]
[font="Times]“Do you consider us friends?” asked Ishmile as he intently watched her movements and expressions. Anything that could help him determine the validity of her following statements. “What? Of course I do, what sort of…” Cyde began as she became aware of her hands and fumbled around. Ishmile swiftly grabbed her hands and planted them onto the walls behind her as if he had been readying a counterattack. The suddenness caused Cyde to let out a soft whine but the focus on his eyes never broke. Ishmile, growing more irritated inched even closer to her face, now eye to eye. His eyes narrowed and the corners of his mouth shifted downward. “You…” He began, in a hushed voice. [/font]
[font="Times]His body was nearly pressed against hers. Their legs almost intertwined. Her mind was penetrated by the fact that Ishmile’s member was squeezing against her groin with at most four layers of thin fabric separating their skin. She nudged her hips forward without thinking as an obvious moan escaped her mouth. A mere pair of trousers and undergarments was all that separated Ishmile’s organ from imbedding her insides, and the pressure and warmth of Ishmile’s chest weighed heavily on Cyde’s breasts. This was a new exciting feeling. She could not begin to understand the complexities of what she was experiencing; but she hungered for more. “Yes, Ishmile... Please.” She whimpered.  [/font]
[font="Times]His concentration suddenly breaks along with his expression. Quickly, he shifted back and examined Cyde, her eyes still heavy with desire and her face rose tinted. “What? Did you just…” Is all he could muster. Instead of running far from this awkward situation, Cyde continues to look into his eyes, as if waiting for a more positive response. This was not at all what Ishmile was anticipating. He readied himself to face a traitor both in combat and wordplay, but he was not expecting her reaction whatsoever. Her soft moans now replaying in his mind. He could not help but blush. Cyde took careful note of how he was not excusing himself from the situation. Ishmile now understood the true intent of her uneasy demeanor. He finally saw the reason behind Cyde avoiding him and growing timid near his presence. “I’m so sorry. I…” Ishmile began, now feeling the error in his ways. He should never have questioned her alignment and now feels an unbearable guilt overcome him like a torrent of rain on a dying campfire. With the small distance that he pulled himself away it became easy to trace the outline of her body with his eyes. Her body was still positioned in a way that allowed her body to touch his, so her back was arched exposing her chest and her legs partly spread, as if subtly inviting him in. He stood there for a moment, unwittingly taking his time to examine her. He always knew that her appearance pleased him, but those observations were always clouded by overzealousness. But at this moment, he knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was entrancing to him. He relaxed his back muscles and allowed himself to melt back close to Cyde. She did not make any sudden movements, just merely permitted him to find his place within her space. [/font]
[font="Times]Cyde let out a restrained sigh as he put his body weight on hers, feeling his warmth on her breasts once more. He moved one hand across her back and held her in place by the waist, and with the other he brought her head forth. She reluctantly parted her lips, as if still contemplating if this is what he also wanted. “May I?” Ishmile whispered, putting Cyde’s mind at ease. Their eyes began to fall shut in sync with the closing distance between their faces. His lips quickly entrapped hers in their clutches, suckling the soft flesh. He exhaled through his nose and stopped breathing for a short duration, merely because he forgot to. She pushed back against him, wanting to delve even deeper into his kiss, yearning for more of his taste. He broke away to catch his breath, but almost immediately returned, wishing to savor every second of this moment. Cyde was insatiable and she found Ishmile utterly delectable. She slid her tongue past his lips and savored the heat of his mouth. He obliged and relaxed his jaw so she could explore. Ishmile backed his head up so he could observe Cyde’s reaction. [/font]
[font="Times]To his appeasement, she was panting and seemed noticeably displeased that he pulled away. He admired the string of saliva that glistened from her mouth into his. He lapped at her once more, intertwining their tongues together. Feeling a shockwave of warmth throughout her, Cyde moved against his body. He was burning hot between his legs. There was a growing, twitching mass in his pants. Realizing this Cyde moaned, but the sound was muffled against his lips. Ishmile unintentionally exhales in pleasure as she brushes her groin against his developing issue. They gaze at each other, each panting softly. Ishmile places his hands on Cyde’s breast and gives it a gentle squeeze, being careful to pinch it as he pulls his hands away in the exact spot her nipple is. He does not go back for a kiss because he wishes to watch her face in reaction to his touch. She arches her body back in a jolt when he squeezes her nipple in between his fingers through the fabric of her bra and shirt. She lets out a desperate moan and she melts back into place. [/font]
[font="Times]Eagerly pushing her clothes to the side, Ishmile exposes one of her breasts, causing the flesh to jiggle in reaction to the fabric being ripped away so suddenly. Her chest visibly rising and falling with the rhythm of her breaths. He admired her newly bare bosom. Her warm, pale flesh in contrast with the pert petal at the center. She enjoyed having his eyes violating her privacy. She had to fight the urge to rip all her garments off. “Please touch me, Ishmile.” She thought. She wanted to say it, but before she could mouth the words, Ishmile was already approaching her nipple. The warmth of his mouth touched her flesh and soon his decadent warm tongue greedily slid across her bust then back again. She jolted every time his tongue met her skin. “Gods, yes… Ishmile, I beg of you…” Cyde whimpered. Ishmile had a grin developing on his lips. [/font]
[font="Times]“Ishmile? Lord Cyde?” Ishmile and Cyde quickly adjusted themselves before anyone could see what had just happened. Brad the bard. Oh, how Ishmile hated his being at this very moment. He usually resented the loud, outspoken bard, but at this moment he especially conjured ire for him. Brad and Ishmile exchanged looks for a second. Despite the short duration Ishmile made his feelings transparent. Brad obviously knew what was going on. What else could be happening when two people with conflicting personalities meet in a dim tavern hallway? He pretended to ignore the heavy amativeness in the air. “Master Grandil, Hroki, and Lesa-Liey all agree that it wouldn’t be right to party without you two.” The bard exclaimed, one half empty liquor bottle in one hand and a beckoning gesture in the other. [/font]
[font="Times]The intrusive presence of Brad completely broke the entrancement Cyde was feeling. “I hope Lesa-Liey is conjuring up those strong flavored drinks, I cannot stand those piss quality ales that require drinking four of to feel anything!” Cyde said strutting towards Brad. He did not wait for Ishmile, however. Brad gave one final glance at Ishmile before departing and did a very poor job in hiding his smirk. Ishmile exhaled a waft of air through his nose and rubbed his temples. He did not immediately follow behind, as he had to wait for a certain flame to dissipate. [/font]
[font="Times]The three stragglers finally met at the table. Master Grandil eagerly awaiting to dig into his freshly made clam chowder, and Lesa-Liey raising her glass. Before Cyde could even sit, she was handed a blue concoction that stunk of nail polish. “By the Gods, Liey; what have you put in this drink?” Cyde exclaimed as she raised it to her mouth. “Quite literally every liquor and a splash of blueberry!” Hroki had a similar mixture in her hands. Her petite elven hands barely managing to hold the beverage. “May the bottoms become the tops!” Hroki said in her soft voice. For whatever reason this phrase made Lesa-Liey giggle. “I have requested two of the same hard liquors for us, but a wizard must always have a clear mind, so please, dispose of these heinous liquids with your maw, Ishmile.” Said Master Grandil with a spoonful of Clam Chowder already half past his lips. “By your orders, Master.” Ishmile obliged. He was quite annoyed at Brad’s arm embracing Cyde as they sang a song. He quickly downed both drinks.  [/font]
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[font="Times]“What the Hell? What the Hell? What…” was an ever-repeating phrase stuck in Cyde’s mind. She was supposed to be having fun with her friends but instead she was wasting the night away replaying Ishmile’s encounter over and over… Even worse, she focused on her mind on what could have happened if Brad had never interrupted. She snuck more than a few glances at Ishmile, some of which he even returned. His stern, cold eyes are the color of a warm pool of honey resting atop an oak table while a ray of sunshine causes an amber glow to reflect off the glass. [/font]
[font="Times]Master Grandil was quiet as usual. It is never for the lack of trying; he is just old and tired of everyone’s blasted bickering. ‘Twas never an issue for his Elven protégé; he very much enjoyed the presence of someone who knew the value of silence and that fewer words made for quality not quantity. He scrapped the remnants of his clam chowder. [/font]
[font="Times]“It’s an excellent thing you learn quickly, boy.” Muttered Master Grandil. [/font]
[font="Times]A deep snicker could be heard coming from Ishmile. “[i]Boy[/i]? Is that so? You do know… I am nearly two-hundred-years-old?”[/font]
[font="Times] “Ah, is that so, boy? Ah, yes! Are you not from a settlement of Forest Elves?”[/font]
[font="Times]“Yes. Hasserah.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Hmm. That is a settlement unbeknownst to general knowledge. Must be why it was kept so safe, eh?”[/font]
[font="Times]“Yes, Master. Were it not for that reason I would have never left. I grew quite tired of my talents being put to waste.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Yes, yes. I remember you saying something like that before...”[/font]
[font="Times]“You know, Lord Cyde? Can you believe that someone with her power was mere meters away from our sights and Hasserah did not have a clue? It took her destroying the home she was in for us to become aware. Hehe… Some War chief I am, right?”[/font]
[font="Times]“I believe I may have read something like this before, yes? She was not able to control her powers, so you took it on as a protector of your woods and the world to watch over her in case she went berserk?”[/font]
[font="Times]“Ah, I see. I am relieved that you remember, Master. Sorry to bore you with the details over and over.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Over and over? What do you speak of boy? I may be nearly ninety years old, but I am still sharp as an assassin’s token blade! You should really respect your elders a little more.” [/font]
[font="Times]“Ah…” Uttered Ishmile. [/font]
[font="Times]Master Grandil let out a cackling laugh. [/font]
[font="Times]“I merely jest. I am tired now, Ishmile.” Yawned Master Grandil. With a swift motion he summoned his spell book. “Now, where is that blasted spell…” The old wizard flipped through the pages left and right, then left again. “Ah! Yes… Now then!” He began to gesture his hands. “Second Telepor---” Then he was gone. [/font]
[font="Times]Ishmile focused on locating his energy. He was indeed in his rented room, most likely already asleep judging by the heart rate. The Elf let out a sigh of relief. Grandil’s declining health weighed heavily on his conscious. For this he was grateful that the old wizard was willing to pass on his knowledge. [/font]
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[font="Times]“Perhaps you should slow down a bit, Brad?” Said Cyde, watching in horror as the Bard finished the blue monstrous cacophony of liquor. “No way, no way, I’m feeling great right now!” Brad said drunkenly. He was plagued by the feeling akin to settling foot on land after deboarding a ship. A quite rocky ship. One that just so happened to set sail on a rogue wave day… Possibly night as well. “Gods.” Hroki mouthed. Hroki put her hands on Brad’s back and led him to a table. Lesa-Liey followed just in case Brad fell over and crushed Hroki’s petite frame. [/font]
[font="Times]Brad, now sitting at a table trying to regain his composure, held his hands over his eyes. “I’m sorry, Cyde--- I really thought that I could handle that liquor…” Whined Brad. Cyde said not a word. She knew if she engaged him and he so much as opened his mouth, he would likely vomit. “What have I done? Oh, Gods. Make this stop. I regret [i]everything[/i]. I merely did not want to see so much undrank… undrunk? Undrunk liquor to waste.” He suddenly trailed off. “Do not worry, Cyde. He always gets like this.” Laughed Lesa-Liey. “[i]Fool.[/i]” Said Ishmile. The fact that Brad was making an ass of himself delighted him. Yet… He yearned for that much attention from Cyde. Ishmile could not tear his eyes away from the clown show. “Come on, Liey, help me carry this drunken Bard to his room.” “Very well. If he throws up on me, you must do my laundry, understand?” “Relax, I’m using subtle healing magic to stabilize his condition.” “Why can’t you just make him sober?” “Why you… Healing magic cannot undo the havoc he’s caused to his liver already! I’m no time mage.” Bickered the two. Brad’s esophagus made a sloshy sound. The two quickly went off to store away their drunken friend. “Night, guys.” Cyde called out to them. [/font]
[font="Times]It would have been rude to ignore Ishmile, so Cyde turned to him, although it was obvious that she was having an internal battle within herself over that simple action. The elf’s eyes lit up and his composure straightened. “So much for partying all night, eh?” She joked. “Hmmm.” He mumbled in response. Where it not for him making his way towards her she would have left from that dry response. “You are wise not to overindulge in liquor. It would seem that the oaf finished your beverage for you. Try this” Ishmile said as he awkwardly passed Cyde a short thick glass containing a few half-melted cubes of ice and a fowl smelling brown liquid. “I’m ok, Ishmile. Truthfully, I am more than tipsy from those few sips I took. Do not go off telling everyone I’m a lightweight, eh?” Teased Cyde. [/font]
[font="Times]“Are you serious? We only rented three rooms? We are a party of five! Where am I going to sleep now? Brad is [/font][font="Times]your[/font][font="Times] friend, why should I take on the burden of sharing a blasted room with him!” hissed Hroki. “Look, we do not have real jobs and this Tavern costs more than we should have responsibly spent already!” Explained Lesa-Liey with a worried expression. Hroki was quite small in comparison to Lesa-Liey but she had a dominating personality. Plus, Lesa-Liey the Barbarian found it quite difficult to be annoyed by Hroki when every time she stomped her foot, her plump perky breasts bounced in retaliation. “I’m not sharing a room with Brad, and Master Grandil already claimed the other room. You better let me sleep in yours!” fretted Hroki. Dunce. Lesa-Liey was dumbfounded by this. “Are you serious?” contested the well-built barbarian. Hroki grew noticeably annoyed. “No, no, I do not mean it in any [/font][font="Times]bad[/font][font="Times] way, that just caught me off guard is all. I would love if you--- uh, yes stay the night.” Stumbled Lesa-Liey. Hroki’s face uplifted as if she was not previously throwing a fit a few seconds ago. [/font]
[font="Times]The two ladies quickly went to claim their room. Cyde and Ishmile could figure something out, surely. It would almost be comical to set eyes on the pair. Lesa-Liey a nearly seven foot Nordic woman with sturdy arms and tangled hair assembled in braids walked along side Hroki, a little four foot elven lady with long, luxurious hair that bounced with every light step she took. Hroki locked the door behind them soon after Lesa-Liey went into the room. “Flirting with me, are you?” Teased Lesa-Liey, shocked by her own boldness. Hroki blushed. “No! Look, if we are going to share the same bed, I would highly prefer you to take a bath and scrub off all that musk from six monster hunts ago!” “Ah—” Lesa-Liey cringed. “Now it is going to be weird thanks to my dumb mouth.” The barbarian thought to herself. Hroki took her hand. “Lesa-Liey, we might not have a chance like this again.” “Eh? What are you...?” “I’ve heard that the Eldritch Tavern uses only the most luxurious soaps! This may be the only time you experience a decent bath!” “Oh…”[/font]
[font="Times]Hroki readied the bath water. It was obvious that she put great thought into it because the water was ripe with iridescent bubbles and steam. Suddenly her small flowy white robes hit the floor. Lesa-Liey glanced at her thick legs. She was quite small, but obviously plump. Lesa-Liey discovered that Hroki did not have a thigh gap, but in its stead was two deliciously full legs pressed against one another like a delectable pastry. She could have admired her butt as well were it not for her long hair hiding most of it. “Well? Are you going to get undressed? Don’t tell me you’re going to wash that heinous worn leather armor along with yourself?” Gripped Hroki as she stepped into the water, letting out a moan of relief as the water engulfed her. Unfortunately, her platinum blonde locks also hid her breasts from view. Lesa-Liey clumsily kicked off her armor and jumped in the bath as if she only had a limited time. “Fufufufu… You know, you do not have to listen to everything I say, dummy.” Teased Hroki. “Oh, I’m awfully sorry…” “No, do not fret. I quite enjoy that about you.” [/font]
[font="Times]A few moments of awkward silence ensued. No eye contact, merely a few sounds of rippling water here and again. “Lesa-Liey. Will you let me wash your hair?” The question surprised the barbarian. “Go ahead.” She shrugged. “I bet it would be really pretty if you took care of it rather than bundling it up.” Hroki said, approaching Lesa on both her knees using her arms as balance. The water soaked her hair nicely, now it was falling in such a way that both of her fleshy breasts were fully exposed. The wetness on her skin caused her to glow nicely. The pudge on her stomach was cute, like a handful of freshly raised dough. She admired the way that her whole body bounced in unison. To Lesa-Liey’s delight, Hroki sat on her lap. The elf was facing her with her legs resting on either side of Lesa’s closed legs. When she raised her body to position herself, Lesa caught a glimpse of Hroki’s chubby pink mound. Lesa could feel her heart begin to race.[/font]
[font="Times] Hroki began undoing her messy braids, taking off the runes that were (sort-of) helping her locks stay together. Her melon sized breasts right in Lesa’s face. Hroki was taking her time undoing the barbarian’s hair. She inched closer, her hips now resting on Lesa’s. Every movement she made was seemingly cataclysmic for her tits, as they bounced well more than once. Hroki knew that Lesa’s eyes were exclusively on her body, and she loved it. The water was nice and slippery so Hroki thought it a good idea to rock her hips inconspicuously. Her clit rested on top on Lesah’s hard, sturdy body. The barbarian noticed a new type of slipperiness on her, particularly that of the area under Hroki. “Oh…” whimpered Lesa. Hroki stopped. Lesa-Liey suddenly looked up at Hroki, who now wore a face of horror. “Lesa, I’m sorry. This is weird, I…” Hroki said getting up from straddling Lesa’s hips. Multiple sticky clear trails followed suit from underneath her, melting back onto Lesa’s skin. “No! Hroki, wait…” Lesa quickly grabbed Hroki’s arm. “I was excited for you to finish my hair.” Said Lesa. The barbarian was kicking herself for being so incredibly lame. What a horrible excuse. She should have just been honest, and that she wanted her sweet--- “Fine. Ok. But… I need to get behind you to fully be able to see…” mewled Hroki. Liey was relieved that she would stay, but a bit disappointed that she would not be graced with her presence in front of her. [/font]
[font="Times]“It’s getting quite late, Ishmile. Plus, I am tired... And famished.” “I agree.” Plainly said Ishmile. He scanned the room for signs of food still available. The night was young, but the rest of the patrons were more concerned with drinking their fill rather than engorging on sweets. “Let us go to our rooms and eat ourselves to sleep, yes?” Ishmile asked. [/font]
[font="Times]Cyde could not help but blush. “We’re to share a room tonight?” She asked, baffled.[/font]
[font="Times]“What? No!”[/font]
[font="Times]“Ah…I thought. You said, ‘let us,’ oh dear. Uhm.” Cyde fidgeted, realizing that by saying that she probably made it obvious that sharing a room with her handsome friend was something she was hoping for. [/font]
[font="Times]The two made it up to the upstairs portion which housed all the rooms they rented. [/font]
[font="Times]“We may have a problem…” Grumbled Ishmile[/font]
[font="Times]“What now?” [/font]
[font="Times]“All the rooms are taken.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Great. I guess I’ll take the room with Hroki.”[/font]
[font="Times]“She already shares it with Lesa-Liey.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Oh. Well… Ok who’s energy can you sense in this room?”[/font]
[font="Times]“Brad’s.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Definitely not. That leaves Master Grandil in this last one then?”[/font]
[font="Times]“Yes.”[/font]
[font="Times]“An even bigger no. I think I’ll just see if they have more rooms available.”[/font]
[font="Times]“They do not. None you could afford anyway.”[/font]
[font="Times]“You underestimate my coin, I have---”[/font]
[font="Times]“One room is two thousand gold pieces.”[/font]
[font="Times]“…Never mind.”[/font]
[font="Times]Cyde was defeated. Ishmile could easily share a room with either of their two male companions, but there was no way that she was going to butt in Hroki and Lesa’s room. Hroki already hates people in her personal space as it is. [/font]
[font="Times]“How much is it to rent a horse carriage?” Asked Cyde.[/font]
[font="Times]“Five hundred for the horse, two hundred for the carriage.”[/font]
[font="Times]“Excellent!”[/font]
[font="Times]“You do not seriously intend to sleep in a horse carriage?”[/font]
[font="Times]“It is preferable to sharing a room with either of those guys…”[/font]
[font="Times]“Point taken. I will come too.”[/font]
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[font="Times]Cyde’s heart sank. [/font]
[font="Times]Hroki finally detangled Lesa-Liey’s hair. The soap mixed in with the water turned the texture of her hair to that of smooth silk. Her hair was mostly dark brown, but the arduous days spent outside gave her highlights. Hroki placed her hands on Lesa’s back with intent to lather. Having Hroki’s soft hands run throughout her hair was enough for her to close her eyes in bliss, but the skin to skin contact caused her to make a sound as if she had tasted something flavorsome. Inadvertently Hroki squeezed her shoulders and planted her breasts on her back. This was more than Lesa could take. The barbarian twisted her torso around and quickly compensated her legs so that she was essentially on all fours, facing Hroki. The elven girl lunged at Lesa, arms now embracing her, and lips intertwined with hers. Lesa placed her hands behind Hroki’s neck. The steamy air and the increasing lust in the air made it hard for either of the two ladies to breathe, but they did not pay any mind. Instead, they found breaths where they could, never breaking away from each other.  Liey suddenly sat upright, bringing Hroki with her, which was an effortless feat given the sheer strength Lesa possessed. “Yes, Lesa, you’re so strong.” The elven girl breathed. Lesa, did not reply; but instead she found her lips again. She savored the elves small, yet full lips. She loved how they were an alluring shade of pink. Lesa’s robust hands grappled Hroki’s hindquarters and gave a squeeze that was unintentionally too rough. “Yes!” She whined in approval.[/font]
[font="Times] Lesa did not know whether to be apologetic or show less mercy. She did not allow herself the time to decide. She gave her dense behind a firm smack, then clenched the masses in her hands. Hroki wailed and could feel her insides clenching. Lesa’s tongue met Hroki’s breast, causing her body to jolt. Wanting more, the elf gave Lesa’s hair a stringent pull. Lesa’s great hand forcefully arched Hroki’s back, leaving the junction of her thighs exposed. The hand still gripping her buttock, slowly inched its way to her slit, then suddenly stopped. Their eyes met. Hroki’s full of desire and submission, and Lesa’s brimming with calculation. Hroki saw a different face in her now. ‘Twas no longer a welcoming friendly face, but that of a menacing powerful barbarian. She was absolutely infatuated with the new vibe. Lesa’s fingers hovered over her mound, despite no contact occurring Hroki mewed softly. Hroki bid Lesa with weeps that were full of desire. She attempted to totter herself closer but Lesa quickly grasped her hips so that she was immobile. “You’re teasing me.” Purred the elven girl. “Obviously.” Lesa replied, never breaking eye contact with her prey. Lesa tilted one of her fingers onto Hroki’s clitoris. “Kyaaa!” Hroki exclaimed. “Don’t be so loud.” Lesa breathed as she tasted the buds on her chubby breasts. Hroki, was not listening as she continued to moan at her own discretion; quite loudly at that. It was truly music to the Barbarian’s ears, but she took note of her unruly behavior.[/font]
[font="Times]She moved both of her hands away from the elf and peered into her soul. Her expression cold and unmoving. Hroki was obviously devastated. “Lesa, no! Why---” but she was cut short by Lesa gripping her face with one hand. Lesa brought her forth so that their eyes met. “Who do you think is in control right now, my angel?” “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Lesa.” Hroki cried. How Lesa wanted to ravage this little plump elf. “Kiss me.” Liey commanded, and Hroki wasted no time in obliging. “Such a good elf…” She breathed in between kisses. She decided to reward her with a new swirling motion on her slit. Hroki jolted, causing a ripple in the water, but not a sound escaped from her. Instead she pursed her lips and shut her eyes. Lesa continued to caress her sex, making sure to trace the outline of her clitoris continuously. Hroki’s legs were shaking now and she nestled her head on Lesa’s shoulder. The Barbarian put her free arm around her and pulled her body closer, kissing Hroki on her forehead. Keeping her middle finger busy with touching Hroki, she allowed her index finger to find her entrance. Hroki kept her head resting on Lesa’s shoulder, but she slowly looked up to meet her eyes. Her expression was that of a helpless girl, but she never knew someone could be so willfully in distress. [/font]
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[font="Times]Slipping into her sex was quite easy, given the amount of nectar she produced. Hroki’s eyes grew heavy. Lesa curved her finger inside her, determined to find her sweet spot. Hroki was suddenly electrified and clasped her hands on her mouth to help with the growing need to scream. “There you are…” Lesa sighed. She shimmied two fingers in, both alternating pressing and rubbing against her spot. “Please. Please let me moan, my heart can’t take it.” Hroki whimpered. “Yeah.” Lesa said plainly. Hroki threw her head back and wailed. “I want more, please touch me even more, Lesa! Oh, Lesa-Liey!” Something in Lesa snapped. She snatched Hroki by the waist and lifted her entire body. Lesa supported her back with her arms, her body being raised effortlessly to Lesa’s mouth. Lesa slid her tongue inside her pool of moisture, hungerly slurping it up. Hroki was suspended in air, and all she could feel was the Barbarian. That was all she ever wanted to feel, now and forever. She wished she could bottle the feeling of this moment and have it for later. “Lesa! Lesa, yes, yes, yes!” Hroki wept. Lesa ravenously engulfed her clit in her mouth, then penetrated her honey pot with her tongue. She loved swallowing her love juices. She could not get enough, no matter how much Hroki leaked, it was never enough to sate the hungry barbarian. Hroki began to shake. The only things her mind could focus on was the insatiable foreign warmth greedily devouring her orifice. [/font]
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