Blythe, and she wasn't just watching

Your elven companion steps into the room and carefully closes the door behind herself. Seeing her reminds you of the fact that you ditched the usual meet-up with her and Lia, but a glance at the state she’s in reassures you that she’s not here to complain. Her green doublet is unbuttoned all the way down, revealing a wide strip of fair skin from the waist up. The garment protects her modesty insofar as covering her nipples, but the mouthwatering innerboob on display is arguably a more erotic sight than if she were fully exposed. And you should know, considering the sight of her naked chest is fresh in your mind. A moment ago, in the hallway, those breasts of hers were fully exposed as the horny elf fondled, bit, and sucked on them while watching you have fun with Alicia.

Speaking of Alicia, she snuck a glance at Blythe as the elf entered the room, but otherwise has remained glued to her kneeling position between your legs. The once-proud noblewoman seems utterly petrified by this development. Amused, you wonder which part of the situation is most vexing for her: being seen naked, or being seen sucking your cock. She could be embarrassed about her chest size, too, you think, unable to fight off the smile that accompanies that thought. Blythe’s size is kind of unfair, though. In contrast to Alicia’s frozen state, Blythe can’t seem to stand still: her face is flush with color, mostly from her hallway activities; her eyes can’t settle between your face, your dick, and the woman staring into your crotch; her hands alternate between jittering at her sides and coming together to fidget in front of her waist, and she keeps shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The dichotomy of the two women is fun to observe, but after a few seconds it becomes clear that it’s being left up to you to move things along.

“I thought you liked being watched, not the other way around,” you say. Blythe’s blush intensifies, and her eyes flick left and right in search of a reply. Her embarrassed panic is incredibly sexy and cute, but you don’t want her to have to make up any excuses. You smile and pat the space next to you on the bed. “I was just teasing you. Come and sit by me,” you say. Blythe steps carefully around the woman between your legs and sits next to you on the bed. “Alicia,” you say. Your **** immediately looks up and locks eyes with you, ready to receive any order that would break her out of her petrified state. “Go sit on the chair and watch while I entertain our guest.” She starts moving immediately, not towards the desk but towards her discarded nightgown. Seeing her intention, you quickly add, “You should stay naked.” The caramel-skinned woman freezes and shoots you a pleading stare. It only lasts for a couple of seconds, then melts into a gentle smile as she accepts your orders. Without a word, Alicia moves over to the desk, sits in the chair, and quietly stares at the two of you.

Now that the roles of audience and performer have swapped, you reach an arm around Blythe’s shoulders and pull her close. Her body immediately yields to you, leaning heavily into your side as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck. With your free hand, you reach across, slip under the fabric of her open doublet, and grab hold of one of her tits. She hums happily in response to your touch, and reciprocates by tracing her fingers up your thigh, then gently wrapping them around your hard-on. Her head lifts off your shoulder and she locks eyes with you. Then, at the same moment, each of you starts moving: you massage her breast, giving extra attention to the nipple she was attacking out in the hall, while she pumps your shaft slowly, matching her speed to the rhythm of your caresses. You feel completely in tune with Blythe as you each seek the other’s pleasure.

I’ve missed this, you realize as the two of you come together in a deep kiss. Your tongue dances with hers as if making up for all of the lost time. Only when the need for oxygen becomes overwhelming do you break the kiss and return to staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

“I have missed this,” says Blythe, in a dreamy, almost whispering tone.

It’s like she can read my mind.

“Me too,” you admit. The last time you saw to Blythe’s needs was when she snuck into your room at the inn. That was almost two weeks ago, a stretch of time far too long to keep a woman like her waiting. You can think of plenty of excuses as to why you haven’t touched her, but none of them are very reasonable. Perhaps, now that Alicia has completely submitted to you, the three of you can start having some fun together? You can imagine plenty of positions you’d love to experience with Blythe and…

With Lia.

It’s not Alicia who you envision getting fucked alongside Blythe in your imaginary threesome, but your catkin companion. Lia, melting into a horny mess of a cat girl as you and Blythe show her a good time: that’s the image in your mind as Blythe’s hand finally pushes you over the edge. With only your twitching erection as a warning, your elven lover aims your rod at Alicia just before you cum. Your seed sails through the air for less than a second before unceremoniously landing on the floor in front of the disgraced noblewoman. As you come down from the high of ejaculating, you’re surprised by what you hear whispered into your ear.

“Can you… make her lick it up?”

You look at Blythe and she immediately gets flustered. Her body tightens a little, but you hold her close so she can’t run away. Abandoning her breast, you bring your hand up to gently cradle her cheek. Like this, she eventually has to meet your gaze again, and when she does she can’t escape it. She gets lost in your loving eyes, swimming there for several seconds before the tension in her body releases.

“****,” you say, without breaking eye contact with Blythe. “Clean up that mess on the floor, would you?”

“Yes, Master,” says Alicia without missing a beat. Your **** seems to have gotten over whatever misgivings she had about Blythe seeing her like this; she gets to work right away, and even does it in a showy way. You and Blythe both watch as the naked noblewoman gets down on all fours, arches her back to stick her ass up into the air, and starts licking the puddle of semen off the hardwood floor. After tucking your dick back into your pants, Blythe’s hand finds its way onto your chest. She seems to be enjoying this scene more than you would have ever anticipated. Once the caramel-skinned woman finishes her task, you feel Blythe’s lips lovingly peck your cheek.

“Good girl,” you say to Alicia, who smiles warmly at the praise. The show was really erotic, but now you want some alone time with Blythe. “Put on your nightgown and leave us for a few minutes.” She nods eagerly at the new command, donning the dainty garment and exiting the room without hesitation. A part of you wonders how far she’ll get before she realizes that she reeks of sex and still has your cum leaking out of her slit; another part of you wonders if that would even bother her anymore. You cast those thoughts aside, however, in order to focus on the woman right next to you. You got to see a new side of her just now, one that you’re keen to explore further. “Did seeing me dominate another woman turn you on?”

Blythe’s eyes look left and right as she decides whether to lie or not. After a couple of seconds, she decides to hit you with a pleading stare and answer honestly. “Yes,” she says. “It was… incredible… When she started calling you Master, it was like something unlocked inside of me.”

When she started? You were watching longer than I thought, you naughty elf, you think.

“I could not look away after that,” she continues to say. “I… even came a little… when you put a baby in her…”

“But you still wanted me to see you,” you say. “You left the door open that wide on purpose, hoping I would notice, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Her reply comes in a whisper, but Blythe is now wearing a smile that shows she’s not ashamed of the answer anymore. Overjoyed, you take her lips again in a long, passionate kiss. She returns the kiss, but is the first to pull away many seconds later. A troubled expression comes over her as she considers something. “Lia will be wondering where we are soon. We should go to her.” Despite her words, the elf makes no moves to button herself up, or stand, or move at all from your side. Neither of you really wants this moment to end, but she is right. Lia is waiting. You offer her a gentle smile and nod, then stand on your own. She takes your offered hand and stands up beside you, then embraces you again. With her face pressed into the crook of your neck, you hear her say, “I am afraid of what this has awoken inside of me. I… think I want to do something terrible.”

Suddenly worried, you wrap your arms around her. “What is it?”

“I am sure that Captain Witterel… fancies me,” she says into your clavicle.

“Of course he does. The man can’t keep his eyes off of you,” you say, bringing a hand up to stroke the blonde’s hair. “The crew is convinced that you two are a couple. Rumor has it he won your heart in the last attack.”

“He is a kind man,” she says. “I do enjoy the attention he gives me.”

“I’ll bet you do,” you say, reaching down to give her butt a good squeeze. Blythe hums happily and holds you a little tighter. “So,” you continue, “what’s this terrible thing you want to do?”

You hold her tight so that she can’t escape, but she doesn’t try to this time. It takes her a few seconds to respond, but eventually Blythe lifts her head and looks you straight in the eye. She takes a deep breath, steels her resolve, and tells you her dark desires.