A Tender Time with Two Elves ♥♥

Slowly, Rina leans in, pointed ears trembling and twitching with hardly hidden anticipation. “You are in for quite the treat~...” Those calm and seductive words pass through the air as a whispered breeze, hardly audible over Krvavy’s heartbeat.

A heartbeat which stops for a second, lips painted like the blackest of nights gently pressing against the barbarian’s heavily blushing cheek.

Compared to the more composed Countess, Beryl’s noticeably longer ears have lost themselves to a wild dance, wiggling up and down with unrestrained excitement. Gleeful joy twinkles across her blue-green gaze, this tanned tomboy beaming so brightly as she strikes like a swift arrow, planting a soft kiss of her own on the other side of her Draconic lover’s face.

Together, both half-Elf and Elf begin the journey downwards, brushing their lips against the Drakling’s lower horns as they pass on by... leaving behind a shadowy smear and a softly glittering light, the latter of which catches Krvavy’s attention.

“Oh~?” A playfully smug smirk accompanies that teasing sound. “Are ya seein’ why Ah’m not a complete mirror ta the Countess~? Why my lips’re painted gold instead o’ white like the rest o’ wha’ Ah’m wearin’~?” The Wood Elf doesn’t wait for a response to those questions, bowing her head down to quickly kiss at Krvavy’s chest, so close to that rapidly beating heart. “Mwaah~...!” Evidence of her love now adorns her lover’s pale and snowy skin, as a mark of glimmering gold.

Without warning, Rina’s lips jump the gap between the barbarian’s breasts, invading Beryl’s space to leave a single inky black kiss of her own.

Which only sees that tanned tomboy’s smile grow larger. “Oy~!” But still, she protests for the sake of it. “Tryin’ ta steal away my dearest love, are ya~?”

“Why divide her half-and-half when we could so easily share~?” Arousal oozes from the Countess’ every word, her tone an enticing mix of serious grace and mirthful warmth. “There is more than enough of her to go around~. So let us cover this Dragon with black and gold, together~.”

An interesting look can be seen in the eyes of that tomboyish Elf. Appreciation perhaps? Possibly a measure of admiration? Or maybe something else...? Either way, Beryl bows to the Countess’ wisdom, leaning forwards and crossing that nonexistent border. “Mwaaahh~...!” With earnest exaggeration, she places her next kiss directly above the heart of her Draconic lover.

Krvavy’s cock pulses and throbs, the need within her growing greater with each passing second.

Nimble fingers remain wrapped around the base of her swollen shaft, but their unmoving presence is more akin to torture than anything. That the lips of these two Elf maidens are gently and so delicately pressing into her skin again and again and again only serves to make that worse, her nerves set alight.

The Drakling shudders. A trembling twitch echoes through her fingers, reminding Krvavy of just where her hands are resting. Soft titflesh fills her left, overflowing from her grasp. A pert mound fills her right, the smaller size perfect for her palm.

Gentle moans fill the sweetly scented air, each kneading grope bringing more life to that amorous melody. Happy hums reverberate through the barbarian’s body, breath after breath brushing against her bare skin as both Elf-blooded women make their way down from breasts now covered in marks of black and gold, knife-like ears of different lengths and colours grazing against each other time and time again.

Despite this rather relaxed pace, the Drakling’s incredibly defined abs are soon covered with a dozen kisses. But neither Beryl nor the Countess stop there, their separate trails twirling and dancing together as they slowly travel down and down and further down, until...

After an excruciatingly long stretch of short minutes, the first pair of lips presses against Krvavy’s cock. That colossal thing throbs, angry and impatient.

A lively light twinkles within Beryl’s bright blue-green gaze as she glances up, meeting the gleaming emeralds peering back down at her. As is usually the case, there is a hint of something more mischievous... more playful and teasing... in the Wood Elf’s eyes. But only a hint. The love, and lust, that fills Beryl’s heart is far too intense to remain hidden away.

The second pair of lips kisses the lowest ridge adorning that rigid rod only a moment later. A black mark is left on that snowy shaft, mirroring the gold which beat it there.

Against all reason, this debauched act does nothing to taint the image of grace and elegance that still surrounds Rina. She looks noble and dignified, even with her head held so close to an undeniably monstrous cock, inhuman in size and shape.

Two kissing mouths climb up the Drakling’s dick, leaving twin trails of light and dark as they ascend this restless rod. The engorged head throbs, a bead of pre having long since formed at its very tip.

Krvavy lets out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding in.

“Shame tha’ our lips can’t touch tonight~.” Beryl softly mourns, her hungry eyes flicking down towards her counterpart’s slightly anxious smile. “We could’a put on such a show, kissin’ around this beast~.”

The Countess quirks a single delicate brow. “This imposing penis is far too large for that~.” Those sighed words have hardly left her mouth before she kisses the topmost part of this colossal cock. Her tongue flicks forwards, stealing away the first drop of pre. Her mouth retreats a second later, leaving behind only some saliva and a black outline of her lips, that echo so perfect as to show off every wrinkle and crease... more accurate than any fingerprint could ever hope to be.

That sight sees the Wood Elf’s eyes narrow noticeably, her long and pointed ears twitching a little. An... interesting... mix of emotions flit across her face once more. Not all of which could be considered entirely positive... But, that said, she doesn’t look upset about Rina taking the initiative. Rather, she seems to be taking it as a challenge.

Krvavy can’t help but feel like prey as she sees the gleam in her sweet berry’s eye. Her hands reluctantly release the two wonderfully different tits that she had been so happily holding onto, arms dropping down to the silken bed sheet as both women begin to move.

Beryl gently, but firmly, nudges the Countess aside. Her tongue flicks across her painted lips, making their golden colour sparkle and shine in the dancing light of the artificial aurora up above.

Hot air brushes against the Drakling’s dick, that swollen shaft straining against the dexterous fingers that still hold its girthy base, keeping it upright despite the pull of gravity. Parted lips press against that towering thing’s turgid tip, surrounding it with a wonderfully wet warmth. The cockhead’s slit is teased with a lewd lick, sending a shiver down the shaft before... the Wood Elf woman’s mouth suddenly and abruptly pulls back.

The glistening gold evidence of that kiss surrounds the black imprint of Rina’s lips, leaving a large gap between it and the flared crown of that angrily throbbing cock.

The tanned tomboy’s hand grabs onto the half Moon Elf’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “It’s yer turn now~!” She eagerly encourages this noblewoman’s descent into debauchery, impish joy underlining her every word. “So go ahead and leave another mark o’ yer own~!”

“I see...” Rina simply smiles and nods as she is weakly dragged back in front of the Drakling’s dick. The caress of her light breath causes that cock to throb with ever increasing strength. “Quite the tortuously teasing game you wish to play~. Have you no sympathy for the woman you love~?”

“Less talk, more kissin’~!” Beryl responds with a laugh, running her fingers through the long raven-black locks of Rina’s hair, each strand as smooth as the finest of silks.

The Countess’ amethyst eyes twinkle with lust as she bows her head forwards once more. Her soft lips sensually slide over the sensitive tip of this sizable shaft, coming to a stop just before the entirety of that swollen cockhead enters her mouth. Rina holds that position for a few wonderful seconds, applying some gentle suction all the while. But, unfortunately, she does eventually pull back.

“Ooh, nice job~!” The tomboyish Elf accompanies that teasing compliment with a soft stroke of Rina’s pointed ear. “Ya left a bit o’ a gap, but not too much o’ one~.”

Krvavy’s breath catches in her throat as her sweet berry eagerly moves back in. A wonderfully wet warmth envelops her tip, slowly spreading over her cockhead. She shudders at the sensation of the Elf’s teeth gently grazing across her sensitive skin.

Beryl’s bright eyes shine with the boundless love and lust that she feels towards her Draconic lover. But that isn’t all that fills her gaze. Quite worryingly, there is also a rather smug and mischievous aura surrounding this daughter of the forest. That impression only grows greater and more undeniable the longer these lovers remain as they are, staring into each others’ eyes.

The Drakling suddenly goes tense, a shiver running down her spine. Nimble fingers cup her hefty sack, softly squeezing and carefully caressing those heavy orbs. At the same time, Beryl begins to suckle on Krvavy’s cock, having taken the entire head past her stretched lips, if just barely.

“This is not a game that I can win~...” Rina idly muses, her thoughtful voice as alluring as ever. One of her delicate hands slides across Beryl’s toned shoulders, moving without any real purpose beyond feeling that true Elf’s warmth.

“Hnnh~...” Krvavy can’t help but let out a disappointed groan as that teasing tomboy’s mouth slips free from her shaft.

Beryl ignores her lover’s quiet complaint, turning her gaze towards the elegant noblewoman by her side. “But ya’re still goin’ ta play, aye~?”

“Of course~.” With grace and dignity, the Countess leans forward, her delicate fingers joining the Wood Elf’s more dexterous digits in holding this Draconic dick steady. “I apologize in advance if my inevitable defeat makes your victory feel hollow~.”

That tomboy’s other hand waves through the air. “No worries, no worries~!” She playfully reassures. “This isn’t a real competition~! Besides, Ah’m far from the best cocksucker among Krvavy’s girls, so Ah’ll take any win tha’ Ah can get~!”

The slightest hint of uncertainty taints Rina’s expression... only to be pushed aside, a soft sigh caressing across Krvavy’s cockhead. Her glossy black lips stretch around that girthy thing, pearly white teeth scraping across the Drakling’s flushed flesh. She shudders, breathing heavily through her nose as she so very slowly advances.

It takes great effort on the Countess part, but she is just barely able to get the entirety of that towering dick’s turgid tip into her mouth.

“Ah don’t want ta encourage ya ta give up, but Ah don’t want ta be completely unfair wit’ ya either~.” The tanned tomboy’s teasing tone grows quieter and more hushed as she leans in beside the Countess. “So ‘ow about we let the loser get a little consolation prize~?” Her lips nearly brush against the half-Elf’s pointed ear, her whispered voice becoming inaudible to the barbarian.

Rina’s vibrant pink cheeks grow even more colourful as she hears whatever it is that Beryl has to say. She shudders and chokes around just the very tip of Krvavy’s colossal cock, sending pleasant vibrations through its entire length. She strains her jaw and struggles to pull herself back over the flared crown, but once she makes it past that hurdle the rest is fairly easy.

All that remains of her efforts is a black ring wrapped around the swollen shaft, nestled directly behind the now glistening cockhead.

“So, wha’ do ya think~?” Beryl eagerly asks, eyes gleaming with excitement. “Up fer tha’~?”

“It...” The Countess takes a deep breath, unable to pull her gaze away from the Drakling’s dick. “It would be quite an... interesting experience...” Her painted lips, somehow still looking perfect and ladylike, curl upwards into an undeniably lewd smile. “One that I am not against~. So yes, I do think that I am up for that~. Just remember my boundaries.”

A pleasant shiver runs down the Drakling’s spine. She doesn’t have the chance to question the agreement that had just been made, not even to herself, as all thoughts within her increasingly hazy mind cease in an instant.

The Wood Elf turns her attention back towards the barbarian, this huntress focusing on her prey. Those long, pointy ears quiver as Beryl’s gaze grows ever more sultry and smug, ever more mischievous. Without a word, she leans forward and opens her mouth once more. Her thin and nimble tongue slowly licks at the very tip of that towering shaft, doing little to stop the steady dribble of pre leaking from this cock’s slit. If anything, she just encourages that stream to grow stronger.

Krvavy’s fingers slide across the silken bed sheets, not satisfied with grabbing at those smooth fabrics. A soft slap rings through the air as her right hand gently smacks into her sweet berry’s perfectly toned ass, fingers slipping beneath the Elf’s lacy white panties as she begins eagerly groping at that caramel coloured cheek.

Weak as it may have been, that spank still spurs Beryl on, her lips sliding down the Drakling’s dick. Her tongue slowly dances back and forth, teasing the sensitive underside of this colossal cock as she takes the swollen head into her mouth without too much effort. The very tip presses into her throat, but stops before truly entering that constricting passage.

The teasing tomboy’s eyes grow visibly wet as she holds that position, suckling on the ridged rod with passion and love. Her head almost imperceptibly bobs up and down, sliding the tight seal of her lips back and forth a mere hairsbreadth. Her light makeup, a subdued mirror of what Rina is wearing, begins to run as she finally decides to pull back.

Like ink spilled in the rain, watery trails of black tears begin to descend past her cheekbones.

“Hnnngh~...!” Krvavy bites her bottom lip as she stifles a groan. Her fingers dig into the firm flesh of Beryl’s beautiful butt, taking a little bit of her frustration out with a rough grope. This ‘game’ is absolute torture...

Saliva and pre drip down the Drakling’s dick, passing over contrasting marks of glistening gold and unfathomable black as her swollen shaft grows ever more slick.

Beryl’s free hand glides across her barbaric lover’s buff and muscled thigh, nimble fingers feeling the strength of that leg as they playfully walk towards the towering shaft that her other hand still holds, alongside Rina’s own. “Think ya can beat this~?” She asks the Countess, tapping a finger against the golden mark she left right at the peak of the very first ridge, the one resting just past that needy cockhead.

“Absolutely not~!” Lyrical laughter accompanies that honest admission. “And let me prove it~!”

The elegant half-Elf brushes a strand of raven-black hair from her face as she moves back in for, perhaps, the last time tonight. Her hot breath caresses across the glistening tip of this gigantic dick. She hesitates, apprehension entering her otherwise regal and composed expression. Those amethyst eyes of hers dart to the side, glancing at Krvavy’s left hand, which is still grasping at the silken sheets. “Would you kindly provide some encouragement and moral support, my Draconic paramour~?”

Those words have hardly left the Countess’ lips before Krvavy’s hand jumps forwards, eagerly groping Rina’s round rear. Scaled fingers dig into supple and squishy flesh, thoroughly enjoying that wonderfully soft sensation... a pleasant contrast to the tomboy’s slimmer figure.

A subtle smile plays at Rina’s beautiful black lips, her confidence quickly returning.

Krvavy’s clawed toes curl as this wealthy and powerful noblewoman’s mouth opens above her cockhead. Her breath hitches as those painted lips do as they have so many times already and press into her pale skin, slowly spreading thin.

Emerald eyes gaze down into amethyst, captivated by this alluringly lewd sight.

The Countess shudders and nearly chokes as she struggles to even reach her previous mark. But despite the certainty of her defeat, Rina does not give up. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, getting quickly blinked away. Her eyeliner smudges and runs, far far more heavily than Beryl’s had. Those vibrant pink cheeks, coloured a rich and rosy hue, are swiftly stained by inky black streams.

Pleasure wells up within the Drakling. Her every breath grows heavier than the last, more frustrated. This tortuous game is subjecting her to a very slow blowjob. It just isn’t enough to actually make her cum, no matter how much she wants to...

The whites of Rina’s eyes grow ever so slightly pink as tears continue to well up and her makeup becomes even more of a mess. Her teeth scrape over the swollen shafts sensitive skin, digging slightly into its meaty girth as her jaw is pushed to its limit.

If it wasn’t for the Drakling’s durability, then she might start worrying about the safety of her cock. But, as it is now, she is only worried about the Countess: Rina is pushing herself a bit too hard...

The half Moon Elf woman pauses her movements, shuddering and quivering as the very tip of Krvavy’s cock touches at the back of her mouth. A vibration is sent down that stiff shaft as she groans. After just a couple seconds of holding her place, she begins to slowly and very carefully pull herself back.

“Hkaah...!” Rina coughs and chokes as soon as her lips pop free, strings of saliva still connecting her to that far too large cock. “That... was starting to hurt...” Her delicate fingers rub along her sore jaw. Her pink cheeks, stained with black tears, suddenly flush a deep red.

An embarrassed blush quickly finds itself burning across Krvavy’s face as she realizes that, without thinking, she stopped groping Rina’s rear and instead moved that hand up to cup the half-Elf’s chin.

“Aww, ‘ow adorable~!” Beryl butts her head in, rubbing her cheek against the Drakling’s fingers. The Wood Elf’s nimble hand grabs onto Krvavy’s wrist, ensuring that it stays in place. “My dearest love may be an incorrigible pervert, but she also ‘as such a soft ‘eart~!”

A soothing purple glow briefly washes over the lower half of Rina’s face, emanating from beneath her vibrant skin. “Yes, I see~.” The Countess’ amethyst eyes shine with renewed light, her musical voice clear and elegant once more. “Such a gentle giant you are, Krvavy~. No wonder you have such a love for kisses~...!”

Krvavy doesn’t quite know how to respond to that. So instead she just narrows her eyes and glares at Beryl, blaming her for Rina’s teasing words.

The tanned tomboy simply smirks, before turning her attention down towards the still-throbbing cock. “Ooh~!” A playful gleam fills her blue-green eyes as she nudges the Countess in the side. “Look at tha’~! Ya got so close~! Just a little further and ya’d ‘ave won~!”

A single nimble finger pokes at Krvavy’s cock, tapping at the wet black ring partially overlapping the gold that Beryl last left behind.

“Ha, really now~?” Rina amusedly raises an eyebrow. “You could have taken it deeper and beaten me on your next try~.”

“Ach, don’t be so sure o’ tha’~!” The Wood Elf’s pointed ears wiggle happily as she playfully wags her finger back and forth. “My mouth isn’t a bottomless ‘ole like some o’ Krvavy’s other girls~! This ‘ere is pretty close ta my limit already, so maybe Ah wouldn’t’ve been able ta push myself tha’ last bit ta overcome ya again~?”

“Now, now, no need to downplay your victory~. You have earned it~.” If it wasn’t for the lewd undertone in the Countess’ voice, that statement would almost sound innocent and friendly. “Just as I have earned the consolation prize, and you the true reward ~.”

“‘True reward’, huh~?” Beryl’s golden lips spread into a wide grin. “My oh my, the more ya talk the more tha’ Ah want ta take ya ‘ome wit’ us~! Ya’d fit right in~!”

“Hahaha~!” Rina’s delicate fingers unconsciously clench around Krvavy’s cock, squeezing it tight as she brings her other hand up to cover her black painted lips. “Should I see that as a threat~?” The faintest tinge of authority fills that otherwise playful question, just enough to remind these guests that this half-Elf here is none other than the Ruler of Raseyne.

“Maybe~!” Beryl coquettishly returns, that mischievous light twinkling in her eyes.

Those pointy, pink-skinned ears wiggle with amusement. “Oh~? Perhaps I should inform my guards of your dastardly plans~? The realm may well be at stake, after all~.”

“If ya did, then our game ‘ere’d be interrupted~.” The tanned Elf playfully points out that fact, her own ears showing off their longer length as they bounce up and down. “And would ya want tha’~?”

“Hmm~... Good point~.” The half Moon Elf slowly nods her head. “My warning will have to wait until later, then~.”

“Hnnh~!” A sudden gasp, needy and impatient, hisses through Krvavy’s clenched teeth.

“Now now, did you think that we forgot about you~?” Those gleaming amethyst gems pierce deep into the Drakling’s soul, wiping away whatever disappointment may have been brought by the Countess’ slim fingers releasing their grip on that colossal cock, letting gravity try to pull it down into Krvavy’s lap. “Your patience should, and in fact will, be rewarded~!”

“Aye, my dearest love, ya’ve been a good toy~!” Beryl does a poor job at holding back her laughter, each word that passes through her golden lips underlined with impish joy. “So just keep sittin’ back and enjoy yerself~!”

Rina’s elbows press into her luxurious bed as she fully lowers herself onto its silken sheets. Her large, bare breasts squish into smooth fabric, her panty clad ass jiggling slightly as she settles in place.

Beryl bows forwards, her lips kissing at the tip of the Drakling’s dick just as Rina’s hot breath brushes against the barbarian’s hefty sack.

Krvavy’s chest heaves with each heavy breath she takes, mind clouded with a heady haze of lust.

A nimble tongue flicks across her cockhead’s slit, before dancing towards the underside of her shaft. A wet warmth surrounds that turgid tip, lips slowly stretching around its girth and gradually sliding down its length.

Soft kisses press against her skin, those delicate lips moving back and forth between her virile balls. The occasional smooch is placed on her inner thighs, as if reminding Krvavy to keep those legs spread.

The tanned tomboy slows her advance, stopping partway down the very first ridge. Her head begins to bob up and down, suckling on just the tip of this colossal cock. Her dexterous fingers wrap around the neglected shaft and begin to stroke along its sizable length. Slowly, at first, but quickly she picks up the pace. Fingertips press into spots that they know are sensitive, tongue dancing back and forth as it does the same.

“Haaahh~...” Bliss builds within the barbarian’s very being, washing over her in waves. A swish accompanies the movement of her meaty tail as it slides across silken sheets, gently bumping into the Countess’ bright pink thighs before moving to rest its weight atop that beautifully soft and juicy ass.

A delicate palm cups Krvavy’s sack, hardly able to contain even just one of those heavy orbs yet still trying to hold both. Graceful fingers gently brush across that expanse of sensitive skin, softly squeezing and carefully caressing the source of this Dragon’s virile seed, all while the kisses keep on coming... each one decorating the Drakling’s snow-white skin with more glistening black marks.

The fingers, mouth, and throat focused on serving her sizable shaft... The hands and lips lavishing her hefty sack with lustful affections... It all builds together into a tender massage, one which is calm yet passionate and meticulous yet doting.

After that tortuously teasing game, after all of this waiting, Krvavy is more than ready to give into pleasure. She doesn’t even try to hold herself back. Not that she even could.

“Mnnnghhn~...!” Beryl happily hums around the cockhead so fully filling her mouth. Love, more than anything else, fills her blue-green gaze as she nuzzles her cheek into Krvavy’s hand. Her lewd face lights up with joyful ecstasy as the Drakling’s fingers reach towards her ear, moving to caress and fondle the pointy thing. “Mmnnnghhm~...!”

The barbarian’s bare breasts heave with each heavy breath she takes. Her unblinking eyes stare down at these two beautiful Elvish women with unrestrained lust. Krvavy feels just the slightest bit of disappointment over the fact that she can’t fully see Rina’s face, that undoubtedly alluring sight obstructed by her own thick cock. But really, that is only a tiny disappointment. One that is barely even a problem, to be completely honest. She can, after all, still lose herself in the pools of her sweet berry’s blue-green eyes, trails of inky black resting beneath them like dark rivers.

“Mwwmmh~... Mmhwwwmn~...”

Krvavy’s clawed toes curl as her body tenses, heart skipping a beat.

“Mhwwmmmnh~...” The Countess calmly and deliberately hums, pressing her soft lips against the Drakling’s hefty sack. Each vibrating noise sends tremors through the barbarian’s body, causing those virile orbs to twitch and throb and to clench tight.

Static creeps at the corners of Krvavy’s mind as her pleasure approaches its peak. Her fingers involuntarily pinch at the tip of Beryl’s long and pointed ear, that Wood Elf shuddering and moaning in euphoric bliss. That is the final straw that pushes her over the edge.

Beryl’s watery eyes roll back slightly as the cockhead in her mouth swells. The swollen tip, the entire stiff shaft, pulses and throbs. The first spurt of thick, creamy cum shoots straight into the Elf’s throat. “Mmnnghhhkm~!” That choked moan causes the second spurt to come out with even more force.

The tanned tomboy hastily pulls her head back, but not enough to even risk the Drakling’s dick popping free from her mouth. Her golden lips remain wrapped around the turgid tip, lovingly kissing that throbbing thing.

Krvavy’s mind goes completely blank. Her vision nearly fades into nothing, washed away by waves of white static, leaving her with just the sight of Beryl’s beautiful face.

Bit by bit the Wood Elf’s cheeks puff up, her mouth quickly getting filled with spurt after spurt of thick and sticky seed. A tiny trickle of that creamy cum escapes past the seal of her painted lips, a slick line dribbling down her caramel coloured chin.

A wet and sloppy pop rings out as comparatively cold air caresses across the entirety of the Drakling’s saliva drenched dick. That colossal cock throbs one last time, a final virile rope of whitish seed erupting free and splattering against the tomboy’s tanned skin, leaving a sloppy mess which reaches from forehead to chin.

Beryl is utterly unbothered by that. A serenely euphoric expression fills her flushed face as she shudders in orgasmic bliss. Her cheeks remained puffed, holding the large load of cum in her mouth and seemingly refusing to swallow it.

The reason for that soon becomes apparent.

“Huh~?” Rina lewdly gasps in surprise as dexterous hands firmly grab onto her face, pulling her head upwards.

At the same time, Beryl opens her mouth, letting the thick cream contained within flow free.

Some of that sticky seed splatters on Rina’s chin, a few droplets land on her cheeks, but most of it finds its mark between the Countess’ parted lips.

A hazy look fills the half Moon Elf’s amethyst eyes as she gratefully swallows the tomboy’s generous gift.

“Haahhh~...” Krvavy heavily exhales, captivated by that delectably lewd sight.

Having shared more than enough cum, Beryl closes her mouth and audibly gulps down her own portion. “Mhhmh~...!” She moans in blissful joy, a lewd shudder rolling through her lithe body.

The Countess takes a deep breath as she pushes herself up from her prone position. Her delicate hands slide up her fellow Elf’s slim sides, trailing over the various pieces of white lacy lingerie before stopping on either side of Beryl’s face.

Rina’s lips part as she moves her mouth in. At first it looks as if she is going to kiss the tanned tomboy... but that isn’t the case. Her tongue lolls out, crossing the short distance between her lips and Beryl’s cum-covered cheek, before licking all the way up to the Wood Elf’s closed eye.

Krvavy’s gaze remain locked on that debauched scene. Her semi-soft shaft throbs in time with her heartbeat, the slightly swollen head bobbing up and down. Each beat causes the ridged rod to swell, growing thick and hard and stiff once more.

“Ahh~... Ahem~...” Rina lightly coughs as she pulls back from the tomboy’s now saliva slathered face. She tries to act graceful and elegant as she clears her throat. “That was quite the appetizer~.” The Countess states, her amethyst eyes filled with a lewd hunger. “But an appetizer is not enough all on its own, now is it~? So, are you two ready for the main course~?”