More than Ready

"Vel'kora," Moxie said, his hands already moving to Lysara's exposed breasts. "Suck me."

The drow matron moved with eager efficiency, positioning herself between his legs. Her tongue traced along his shaft, still slick with her own arousal from earlier. She worked him with practiced skill, ensuring he was ready for the claiming of the Moon Elf queen.

Moxie squeezed Lysara's breasts, testing their weight, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened under his touch. "Have these tits been played with before?"

Lysara couldn't answer. The venom still clouded her mind, mixing with unwanted arousal into a confusing haze. Her mouth opened but no words came.

"I'll take that as a no." He pinched her nipples harder, drawing a gasp from her numb lips.

When Vel'kora finished her preparation, she remained close, her face positioned directly beside Lysara's virgin cunt. Crimson eyes watched with predatory interest as Moxie lined himself up.

"Watch closely," Moxie told the drow. "Since, just now, you didn't get the chance to see your own."

He pushed forward.

Lysara's eyes went wide as her virginity tore. Even through the numbing haze, she felt the invasion, the stretching from being penetrated. Her back arched off the table, books scattering beneath her.

Vel'kora watched mere inches away, seeing every detail of the Moon Elf's deflowering. The sight sent shivers of dark pleasure through her. To witness her hated rival brought so low, to see that pale perfection violated. To see what she just had experienced hours ago.

Moxie set a steady rhythm, each thrust driving deeper. And with each movement, the venom wore off a little more.

Lysara began to feel it. Really feel it.

The sensation built like rising tide. What had been distant pressure became overwhelming presence. Her nerve endings awakened, screaming with input they'd never processed before. The friction, the fullness, the heat of him inside her, all of it crashed over her recovering mind.

"Ah!" The sound escaped her throat unbidden. Then another. "Ah! Oh!"

Her hands, previously limp at her sides, suddenly reached for him. Fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer even as her mind screamed that she shouldn't want this.

"That's it," Moxie growled, increasing his pace. "Take my cock."

Lysara's moans grew louder. Her legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, changing the angle, making him hit deeper. Her silver hair spread across scattered pages of technical manuals, the irony lost on her fogged mind.

Moxie pulled Vel'kora up by her hair, bringing her face level with his. He kissed her roughly while still fucking Lysara, then broke away to speak.

"Look at her," he commanded. "Have you ever seen her like this?"

Vel'kora stared down at Lysara's face, at the uncontrolled ecstasy written across those refined features. "Never, my lord," she breathed. "A proud Queen, reduced to a moaning whore beneath thee."

The sight of Lysara's complete surrender, the way her body betrayed everything she claimed to stand for, it made Vel'kora's knees weak. She felt her own submission deepen, watching this demonstration of absolute dominance.

"Good girl," Moxie said to Vel'kora, then grabbed Lysara roughly.

In one smooth motion, he lifted the Moon Elf queen off the table. She gasped as gravity pulled her down onto his cock, taking him even deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, arms clinging to his neck as he bounced her on his enhanced strength.

"Vel'kora," he ordered. "On the table. Spread your legs and masturbate."

The drow matron climbed onto the cleared space with feline grace. She sat facing him, leaned back on one hand, and spread her legs wide. Her other hand immediately went to her clit, fingers working in practiced circles.

"Yes, my lord," she moaned, watching him fuck Lysara.

Both queens moaned in harmony now. Vel'kora's fingers dipped inside herself, then returned to her clit, slick with her own arousal. She sucked those fingers clean before returning them to work, her crimson eyes locked on the sight of Moxie's cock disappearing into Lysara's cunt with each thrust.

Lysara had lost herself completely. The combination of being filled so thoroughly and the bounce of gravity drove her toward a precipice she'd never experienced. Her refined voice cracked with **** pleasure.

"My lord! I... I cannot... 'tis too much!"

"You can," Moxie growled. "And you will."

Her orgasm hit like a lightning strike. Lysara's whole body seized, her pussy clenching around him as she screamed. No longer elegant, no longer refined, just raw pleasure **** from her throat.

Moxie let her ride out the climax, then pulled out suddenly. Lysara's legs gave out immediately. She nearly collapsed to the floor, but he caught her arms and spun her around so her back faced him.

"Vel'kora," he commanded. "Lie down. Now."

The drow obeyed instantly, stretching out on the table. Moxie positioned the still-trembling Lysara on top of her, pressing their bodies together. Tits to tits, face to face, pale moonlight skin against dark drow perfection.

"Kiss her," Moxie ordered. "And Vel'kora, no venom. I want her to feel everything."

"As thou wishest, my lord," Vel'kora purred, then grabbed Lysara's face and pulled her into a kiss.

Their lips met, tongues tangling. Lysara was too far gone to resist, her body still shaking from her first orgasm. Vel'kora kissed with aggressive dominance, claiming the Moon Queen's mouth as thoroughly as Moxie claimed her body.

Moxie thrust back into Lysara from behind. The new angle made her break the kiss to gasp, but Vel'kora pulled her back, forcing her to keep kissing while being fucked.

After several deep thrusts, Moxie pulled out and shifted down slightly. Vel'kora's pussy was right there, accessible beneath Lysara's. He pushed into the drow instead.

"Fuck!" Vel'kora moaned into Lysara's mouth.

He alternated between them. Several thrusts into Lysara, then pulling out to fuck Vel'kora. Back and forth, making both queens moan and writhe against each other. Their mixed arousal slicked his cock, making the switching seamless.

Lysara felt Vel'kora's body shudder beneath her when Moxie filled the drow. Felt the drow's moans vibrate against her lips. And when he returned to her own cunt, she heard Vel'kora's whimper of loss, quickly replaced by gasps as the drow's hand went to her own clit.

They melted together, indistinguishable in their shared pleasure. Rival queens reduced to writhing, moaning flesh under their master's attention.

Moxie felt his own release building. He grabbed Lysara's hips and pulled her up, flipping her around to face him. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he pushed her to her knees on the floor.

Without needing orders, Vel'kora slid off the table and knelt beside Lysara. The drow immediately took Moxie's cock in her mouth, tasting both their mixed juices on him. She sucked with enthusiastic skill, head bobbing as she worked to bring him to completion.

Lysara watched, still dazed, as the drow serviced their master. Learning by observation what would be expected of her.

After several moments, Moxie pulled Vel'kora off and aimed his cock at Lysara's face.

"Don't clean it up," he warned.

Then he came.

Thick ropes of cum painted Lysara's face. Across her cheeks, over her lips, into her silver hair. She kept her eyes closed, accepting the marking with what little dignity remained to her.

When he finished, both queens knelt there, faces covered in his seed.

Then Vel'kora leaned over, her tongue extending to lick cum from Lysara's cheek.

"The order was that Lysara cannot clean herself," Vel'kora said with sly satisfaction. "Thou said nothing about me cleaning her."

She lapped at Lysara's face with slow, deliberate strokes. Cleaning the cum from her rival's skin while Lysara sat frozen, caught between humiliation and exhausted acceptance.

Moxie watched with amusement, then spoke to Lysara. "I think you should return the favor. "

Lysara looked at Vel'kora, at the dried cum still marking the drow's dark skin from their earlier encounter. With trembling hands, she reached out and began wiping it away with her fingers, then brought them to her lips to lick clean.

Vel'kora held still, allowing the Moon Queen to tend to her, both of them kneeling before their master.

When both faces were clean, Moxie looked down at his two conquered queens with deep satisfaction.