Going down on Karlach

It soon became apparent that the warmth in their bodies would not be sated by simply kissing.

It was Shadowheart who realized this first, pulling back from the companion she had only met this afternoon. A trail of saliva still connected them as she put a few inches of distance between them. The half elf was breathing heavily, panting even, from the raw emotion of it all. She looked up demurely with her light green eyes, her lips trembling, looking for instruction.

Karlach, while a bit more composed, was far from unaffected. Her skin had warmed up significantly, a dull glow illuminating her chest. This arousal only grew as she looked down at the hot and bothered cleric just below her. She looked so eager yet so hesitant. As if she needed permission to do what her body craved. With her cheeks flushed and her perky breasts still exposed, the nipples hard and sensitive, Karlach felt she could just eat her up with a spoon!

"Aww, aren't you adorable," Karlach purred, echoing this sentiment.

"Don't push it." Shadowheart frowned, averting her gaze. "I'm just trying to thank you for saving me. That's all this is." The half elf tried to pout but was stopped by the affectionate Karlach. She placed a red finger under her chin, slowly pushing her head back up to meet the tiefling's gaze.

"Oh, love, don't be so sensitive," she chuckled, leaning down and giving her a peck on the cheek. "Though if this is really just about thanking me, I know a good way for you to start..."

The hand holding up Shadowheart's chin slowly slid up her face. From cupping her cheek, to running through her obsidian hair, until it finally rested on top of her head, softly pushing her down. The half elf allowed herself to be moved, nudged lower and lower until she was on her knees in front of the tiefling. Parting her strong legs, Karlach made it clear what she wanted.

Shadowheart was torn between her duty and her needs. As a cleric, she was only supposed to serve her Lady Shar. All others were beneath her, obstacles for the followers of her patron to overcome. However, as the tadpole squirmed in her head, she stared longingly at the beautiful slit now revealed to her. The crimson lips, drenched in the juices of arousal, straddled by muscled thighs. She had been fantasizing about it all night, and now it was right in front of her.

As she leaned forward, Shadowheart knew she could not resist.

"Ahhhh, that's the spot!" Karlach groaned, her hand squeezing the cleric's head as her tongue made contact. Her engine roared as the pent up sexual frustration of a decade was finally tended to. Her tongue felt amazing, her licks slow and purposeful as Shadowheart savored the taste of sweat and lust. The cleric moaned into her companion's wet pussy... and began to lick faster.

As she went down on the tiefling, Shadowheart snaked a hand between her own legs. She did not have the guts to slip off anymore of her torn clothing. That was still a step her dignity would not let her take. However, reaching under her skirt, she was still able to give herself some pleasure. She rubbed herself through her leggings, arching her back at even this meager amount of stimulation. Far from distracting her, it just made the cleric even more devoted to her primary task.

"Mmmm, you're doing lovely, soldier," Karlach moaned, looking down at the girl work. "But I like it a bit harder than that. Come on, really get in there!"

Using her grip on Shadowheart's hair, she pressed the half elf firmly against her cunt. Shadowheart uttered a muffled yelp of surprise, but soon got with the program. Her tongue moved faster and with more **** around the red lips of Karlach's pussy. She paid special attention to her clit, teasing it at first before really flicking it. She found she got an especially strong reaction when she swirled her tongue around it, stimulating it from all sides.

"Fuck, that's the spot!" Karlach growled, throwing her head back. "That's a good cleric. Fucking worship me!"

Shadowheart rolled her eyes at the demeaning dirty talk but did not stop. The minutes she spent going down on Karlach felt like hours. She got completely lost in the taste and feel of her cunt. Feeling the tiefling's body quiver and shake. Watching her muscles tighten. Seeing and hearing Karlach in the throes of pleasure. She did not have many memories from her life. However, she was pretty certain that serving stronger women had been a big part of it.

As Karlach's orgasm approached, her muscled legs began to squeeze around the half elf's head. It hurt, but Shadowheart made no complaints. A cleric of Shar reveled in pain, after all. More than that, though, she wanted to be trapped like this. She would have asked to be smothered by her thighs if she'd been able to muster up the courage. The pressure made her really go feral on the pussy in front of her, drawing closer the inevitable.

"Fuck, just like that, love!" Karlach panted. moving both hands to Shadowheart's head. "Right there. Right... oh, hells, right there. Just... just... AHHHH!"

Shadowheart thought her head might pop when Karlach's entire body tensed and squeezed, her orgasm crashing through her. The waves of pleasure were practically blinding as they came one after another, each seemingly stronger than last. Her cunt spasming and squirting, all into Shadowheart's eager mouth. It took a while to get all of it out, each shudder seeming to represent a year without climax, but eventually it wound itself down. Shadowheart pulled back, her face soaked in the tiefling's juices, and looked up. Karlach returned the gaze, gasping for air and for once unsure of what to say.

Karlach tried to show her appreciation by ruffling Shadowheart's hair. The cleric slapped the hand away.