A Tender Time with Two Elves

Rina’s pointed ears faintly twitch as she leans in, gently pressing her black painted lips against the barbarian’s cheek. “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.

Compared to the Countess, Beryl’s noticeably longer ears are dancing wildly, wiggling up and down with barely restrained excitement. The Wood Elf moves in with considerably less elegance, striking like a swift arrow as she plants a kiss of her own on the other side of Krvavy’s face.

Both half-Elf and Elf begin the journey downwards, brushing their lips against the Drakling’s lower horns as they pass on by.

A glitter of gold left behind catches Krvavy’s attention.

“Oh~?” A playfully smug smirk fills Beryl’s face. “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, bowing her head down to kiss her Draconic lover on the tit. Her blue-green eyes twinkle teasingly as she leaves behind a mark of her love in shining gold.

Rina’s lips jump the gap between the barbarian’s breasts, invading Beryl’s space to leave a single black kiss of her own.

“Oy~!” The tanned tomboy protests for the sake of it. “Tryin’ ta steal away my dearest love~?”

“Why divide her half-and-half when we could easily share~?” The Countess asks in a tone dripping with lust. “Let us cover this Dragon with black and gold, together~.”

An interesting look fills the tomboyish Elf’s eyes. Appreciation perhaps? Or maybe something else... Either way, she cedes to Rina’s words, leaning forwards to plant a kiss directly above her Draconic lover’s heart.

Krvavy’s cock throbs in need. Nimble fingers remain wrapped around its base, but their unmoving presence is more akin to **** than anything. The gentle and slowly increasing amount of kisses being lavished upon her body only makes that worse.

The Drakling shudders. Her fingers twitch, 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.

Two knife-like ears of different lengths, one pink and one caramel, graze against each other as both Elvish women make their way below the barbarian’s breasts. Despite their rather relaxed pace, it takes no time at all to cover those abs with a dozen kisses each.

After an excruciatingly long few minutes, the first pair of lips presses against Krvavy’s cock.

Beryl’s blue-green eyes twinkle as she glances up, looking past the various black and gold marks to meet the emerald eyes of her Draconic lover. As is usually the case, there is a hint of teasing playfulness in the Wood Elf’s gaze. But only a hint. The love, and lust, that fills Beryl’s heart is far too earnest to remain hidden.

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

Two kissing mouths climb up the Drakling’s dick, leaving trails of black and gold as they pass over each ridge on this impatient shaft. The engorged head throbs, a bead of pre forming 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 to Rina’s painted lips. “We could’a put on such a show, kissin’ around this beast~.”

The Countess raises a delicate eyebrow. “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 sight makes the Wood Elf’s eyes narrow, her long and pointed ears twitching a little. An... interesting... mix of emotions flit across her face. 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, 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, causing the swollen shaft to impatiently flex. Parted lips press against the 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.

A glistening gold kiss mark 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, so go ahead and leave another mark o’ yer own~!”

“I see...” Rina raises an eyebrow and smiles as she is weakly dragged back in front of the Drakling’s dick. “Quite the tortuously teasing game you want to play~. Have you no sympathy for the woman you love~?”

“Less talk, more kissin’~!” Beryl responds with a laugh, running her fingers through Rina’s long raven hair.

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 shudders slightly 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 blue-green eyes shine with the love and lust that she feels towards her Draconic lover. But that isn’t all that fills her gaze, as there is also a worryingly smug and mischievous aura surrounding this Wood Elf woman. That impression only grows more intense the longer they remain staring into each others’ eyes.

The Drakling suddenly goes stiff, 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.

“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 keeping contact.

“Hnnh~...” Krvavy can’t help but groan out in disappointment as her wonderful Elf’s mouth slips free from her shaft.

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

“Of course~.” A warm smile fills the Countess’ face as she gracefully leans forwards. “I apologize in advance if my inevitable defeat makes your victory feel hollow~.”

“No worries, no worries~! 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~!” Beryl playfully replies, holding back a laugh.

Rina’s mouth opens, her hot breath caressing across Krvavy’s cockhead. The slightest bit of nervousness fills her dignified expression as she pushes herself forwards. Her lips stretch around Krvavy’s girth, her pearly white teeth scraping across the barbarian’s flushed flesh. She can just barely get the turgid tip into her mouth in its entirety.

“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 as her whispered voice becomes inaudible to the barbarian.

Rina’s vibrant pink cheeks grow even more colourful as she hears whatever it is that Beryl had 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 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.”

The Wood Elf turns her beautiful blue-green eyes up towards the barbarian. Her ears quiver as her gaze grows sultry and smug. Without a word, she leans forwards and opens her mouth. Her tongue slowly licks at the tip, doing little to stop the steady dribble of pre leaking from this cock’s slit.

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

Beryl is spurred on by that weak spank, 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.

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

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

Beryl’s hand still gently cups her Draconic lover’s hefty sack, simply holding those virile orbs and doing nothing more than idly trailing a thumb around. Her free hand slides over Krvavy’s muscled thigh, nimble fingers playfully walking towards the towering shaft. “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 past the needy cockhead.

“Absolutely not~!” Rina laughs out. “And let me prove it~!”

The half-Elf woman brushes a strand of raven hair from her face as she moves back in for, perhaps, the last time tonight. Her hot breath caresses across this giant dick’s glistening tip. A look of apprehension enters her expression as she hesitates. Her amethyst eyes dart to the side, glancing at Krvavy’s left hand, which is still grasping at the silken sheets. “Would you kindly provide me 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.

Rina’s beautiful black lips curl into a smile, her confidence returning.

A shiver runs down Krvavy’s spine as this wealthy and powerful noblewoman’s lips part around her cockhead. Emerald eyes gaze down into amethyst, captivated by the alluring and lewd sight between her legs.

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, staining her cheeks with inky black trails.

Pleasure wells up within the Drakling. Her breathing grows heavier, 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 right now...

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 carefully pull herself back.

“Hkaah...!” Rina coughs out as soon as her lips pop free, strings of saliva still connecting her to the 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 red.

An embarrassed blush fills 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 with 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~! Should I see that as a threat~?” Rina responds with a laugh, her tone light and full of mirth.

“Maybe~!” Beryl coquettishly returns, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Oh~? Perhaps I should inform my guards of your dastardly plans~?”

“If ya did, then our game ‘ere’d be interrupted~.” The tanned Elf playfully points out that fact. “And would ya want tha’~?”

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

“Hnnh~!” A sudden gasp escapes past Krvavy’s clenched teeth as a shiver of pleasure rolls through her shaft.

“Did you think that we forgot about you~?” Rina’s slim fingers slowly brush down the Drakling’s length, following along with the contours of each stiffened ridge. “Your patience should, and in fact will, be rewarded~!”

“Aye, my dearest love, ya’ve been a good toy~!” Beryl just barely holds back a laugh. “So just keep sittin’ back and enjoy yerself~!”

Rina’s elbows press into her luxurious bed as she fully lowers herself onto the silken sheets. Her large bare breasts squish into the smooth fabric, and her panty clad ass jiggles 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 bites her bottom lip in growing anticipation.

A nimble tongue flicks across her cockhead’s slit, before dancing towards the shafts underside. A warm wetness 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.

“Haaahh~...” The Drakling breathes out in growing bliss. Her meaty tail swishes across the silken sheets, gently bumping into the Countess’ bright pink thighs before moving to rest atop that beautifully soft and juicy ass.

A soft palm cups Krvavy’s sack. Graceful fingers trail across sensitive skin, gently squeezing and caressing those virile orbs, all while the kisses keep on coming. 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 that waiting, Krvavy is more than ready to give into pleasure. She doesn’t even try to hold herself back.

“Mnnnghhn~...!” Beryl happily hums around the cockhead filling her mouth. Her blue-green eyes gaze lovingly up at her Draconic lover, nuzzling her cheek into Krvavy’s hand. Her lewd face lights up with joyful ecstasy as the Drakling’s fingers reach out towards her ear, moving over to caress and fondle the pointy thing. “Mmnnnghhm~...!”

The barbarian’s breathing grows ragged and heavy. Her unblinking eyes stare down at the 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 her sweet berry’s blue-green eyes.

“Mwwmmh~... Mmhwwwmn~...”

Krvavy’s clawed toes curl as her body tenses.

“Mhwwmmmnh~...” The Countess calmly and deliberately hums out, 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 up against her.

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, causing the Wood Elf to shudder and moan in euphoric bliss. That is the final straw that pushes the barbarian 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 ****.

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 the throbbing thing.

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

The Wood Elf’s cheeks puff out bit by bit, her mouth quickly getting filled with load after load of thick seed. A tiny trickle escapes past the seal of her painted lips, dribbling down her tanned 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, shooting out a virile rope of whitish seed which splatters against the tomboy’s tanned skin, leaving a sloppy mess 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 out in surprise as dexterous hands firmly grab onto her face, pulling her head upwards.

At the same time, Beryl’s mouth opens up, letting the thick cream 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 breathes out, 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 coated 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~?”