Myria Sates her lust

Myria moved to Dew with purpose, and the same predatory look she gave her opponents. But this look was filled with lust, and she was fully intent to use her female companion to quench her newfound carnal thirst. Leaning down, she shook Dew lightly, eliciting a soft sigh from the prone elf. "Come on now, you won't want to sleep through this..."

Myria whispered this, and as she did this her hands trailed down her body, cupping Dew's sizable breasts before her fingertips trailed down to Dew's womanhood. The reaction was subtle, Dew gave soft moans with each caress, despite her **** state. As Myria's fingertips stroked Dew's pussy, the elven mage's breath quickened, Myria's fingertips quickly becomming slick with the juices. With a toothy smile, the duelist leaned down, catching Dew's pink nipples in her mouth, sucking on them lightly, her tongue twirling around the quickly stiffening buds, while her fingers rubbed Dew's womanhood in earnest.

Still ****, but slowly waking up, Dew's moans became more audible than just a simple exhale, and Myria's treatment of her body was doing a good deal to bring poor Dew to orgasm. Not satisfied with simply rubbing Dew's womanhood, Myria began to thrust her fingers within the prone elf, wanting to wake her from her slumber in a pleasant way, even if it was just to sate her own carnal need. As her fingers stired Dew's depths, the duelist used her thumb to rapidly massage her quickly engorged clit. The effect was quick, and soon Dew's hips bucked, her back arched, and the Elven Mage was once more **** to orgasm. As she came down, her eyes slowly parted, in a half lidded, lust filled daze. "Whats....whats goi-"

Myria took the opprotunity to catch Dew's lips with her own. The elf briefly resisted, more surprised than anything else, but the venom in her own blood hadn't fully worn off, and the thought of the human kissing her wasn't an unpleasant prospect. Still in a daze, Dew only whimpered when Myria broke the kiss. "You use your spells with that tongue of yours, show me just how talented it can be."

Myria stood up, and Dew watched the Duelist begin to strip, peeling off her leathers and the clothing beneath it, presenting her athletic form to the prone elven maiden. The sound of leather hitting the ground and the clank of metal as her weapon was discarded was distant, and her heart pounded in her ears as Myria once more moved over her, this time presenting her moist pussy to Dew's face. "That toad made you feel good... make me feel good to."

"I... I will... make me feel good to...." The two spoke in soft whispers, neither one expecting to be in this situation. Dew pulled Myria' mound to her face, extending her tongue to the wet slit before her. The duelist gave a soft moan, then leaned down to Dew's own pussy, pleasuring the elf in ways she had never done to another woman.

The two eagerly licked and slurped eachother, and the sound and smell of sex filled the air. Soft moans echoed in the cave, as each did thier best to bring the other to orgasm. Dew proved the victor in the 'duel', bringing Myria to orgasm quickly, the Duelist uttering "Oh fuck yes!" before returning to Dew's pussy, rapidly expressing her gratitude with a flurry of licks and fingering. Dew wasn't to far behind, and with a loud moan, her necter gushed from her womanhood. But the two didn't stop, and were a frenzy of licking and moaning. Deep in her mind, Myria knew that such an act would make things odd between them, but with the haze of lust, for now she didn't care. And as the second orgasm took her, the only thing that passed through her mind was the pleasure that Dew was giving her. Dew's own throughts were blank; the fucking the toad had given her and now Myria's tongue lashing had left the poor elven mage exhausted, the thoughts that passed through her mind were impossible to grasp at.

The two continued for some time, ignoring all else. Countless orgasms passed between them, thier bodies red from the pleasure, beads of sweat covered thier bodies, but still they continued. After a while Dew became to exhausted to pleasure Myria, and only tired gasps and groans exited her lips as Myria continued to service the elven mage. Myria herself took on the work for herself, her free hand rapidly thrusting into her own womanhood, before one final orgasm took her, and she collapsed, falling next to Dew in a heap of bliss. The two lay gasping for breath, satisfied in the act they had just committed, before Myria sat up, bringing herself face to face with Dew, and wrapping her arms around her. No further words passed between the two, and they both fell ****, satisfied in the act they had committed.