Lie down for some pillow talk

You lie on your side, facing the woman you just fingered to orgasm. Lia is lying on her back, blankly staring at the ceiling of the hut as she burns the memory of her first climax into her brain. After a little while, one of her hands reaches down and tentatively explores the sensitive area between her legs. Lia’s fingers move slowly at first, seeking to replicate the pleasure you showed her. It doesn’t take her long to start speeding up.

“It felt so good that you want more?” you tease her. The catkin completely ignores you, as she is lost in her own little world. It’s like I’m not even here, you think, amused by the sight. Before she can get too far into it, though, you reach over and give one of her nipples a good pinch. Lia yelps and quickly slaps your hand away, but the damage is done. The hand buried in her panties freezes, and she turns her head to look in your direction. Lia’s eyes land on you, and after a moment of mental calculation, her whole head goes as red as a tomato. You try not to chuckle as the catkin bashfully slips her hand out of her pants and turns her back to you. By propping yourself up on your elbow, you can see Lia closely examining the fluids covering her fingers. Is she going to—

You don’t get to finish that thought before the catkin takes a curious lick of her own love juice. Your display from earlier must have left an impact on her; unlike you, however, it’s clear that Lia isn’t a fan of the taste. As she wipes her hand off on the side of the mattress, you inch up behind her. In one smooth action, you wrap your arm around Lia’s midsection and pull her close to you. She doesn’t resist, but seems to be expecting more: her butt keeps pushing against your hidden hard-on, as if daring it to come out and play, while the rest of her body is bracing itself for your next move. That next move doesn’t come, though. You simply hold her, and after a little while she relaxes into your embrace. Her ass eventually stops teasing your cock, which allows you to calm down as well.

“So that’s what sinful pleasure feels like,” says Lia, smiling to herself. Her cat-like tail playfully smacks your legs. “I can already tell I’m gonna get addicted to this.”

“You haven’t seen anything, yet.”

“You mean it gets better? How?”

Dick, you think, but don’t say. You’ve decided to keep it in your pants, this time, so you see no point in bringing it up. “I have a few ideas in mind.”

Both of you leave it at that. With her breasts out in the open, you can’t help occasionally playing with them, and Lia responds to your caresses by affectionately beating you with her tail. Like this, you silently enjoy each other’s company for a while.

After what could have been a few minutes or a couple of hours, you hear movement outside of the hut. Lia suddenly breaks free of your embrace and dives for her red crop top. Unfortunately for her, the best she can do is grab the garment and hold it over her chest before the curtain over the shelter’s entrance is pushed aside. The eyes of the busty elf who enters the little room are, of course, drawn immediately to the embarrassed woman clutching a battle-worn piece of cloth over her naked breasts, and the sight makes Blythe’s lips part in an amused sort of smile. She opens her mouth further, as if to say something, but no words escape the elf’s lips before Lia bolts through the doorway and into the village somewhere. Both you and Blythe watch the curtain fall back into place after her quick escape.

“Will she be alright out there?” you ask.

“I have told Scarlett about her,” says Blythe, turning to face you. “She will instruct the villagers not to harm her.” After taking in the sight of your chiseled upper body, the elf gets a coquettish look in her eye and saunters over to the bed. The busty blonde crawls over and sits on top of you, where she then makes a show of undoing all of the buttons on her doublet that you normally allow her to keep. Once undone, Blythe leans down and allows the weight of her big melons to push the open garment aside. The show is enough to make your meat rod spring back into action, and Blythe takes advantage by sitting directly on top of it. With a devious grin, she looks down on you and says, “Lia seemed quite happy. I wish that I had watched you.”

You give the pervy elf a grin of your own. “Maybe next time,” you say. Then you grab a hold of her waist and use the leverage to pull yourself into a sitting position. With Blythe’s face now inches away, you give her a long, deep kiss while your hands wander down her back. Under her skirt, you are pleased to find her bare ass — not that you had any doubt, but it’s nice to know that she’s still going commando on your orders. You give her butt cheeks a good squeeze, and in return the woman’s hands travel down to your crotch. Once there, she quickly frees your raging manhood and rubs her palm down the underside of the shaft.

“You are so full of energy,” says Blythe, breaking from the kiss. “Was Lia not able to satisfy you?”

“It’s not like that,” you say. “I just wanted to focus on her this time.”

Blythe’s fingers glide back up the length of your dick, making it twitch in response. “Hmm… then would you like me to ‘focus on you’ for a little while?” asks the elf, with the same hunger in her eyes that you saw in Lia’s before. Before you can answer, she pushes you back down onto the bed and repositions herself between your legs. After a few experimental licks, the lust-driven woman takes your shaft into her mouth and starts sucking you off. You feel the pleasant sensation of her tongue wrapping around you as her lips bob up and down, and almost get lost in it.

Almost.

Exercising an extraordinary strength of will, you sit up, grab Blythe’s ponytail, and pull her off of your cock. Surprised, she looks up and locks eyes with you. “You didn’t come here just to suck me off,” you say. “You spoke to our guests, right? Come here.” Gently tugging her hair, you get Blythe to sit next to you on the bed. Once she’s in place, you wrap an arm around her shoulders, and slip the other under her open doublet to grab a hold of her big tits. While you massage her breast, the elf’s hand returns to your manhood. After loosely wrapping her fingers around your rod, she starts stroking your length. “There you go,” you say. “Now, tell me about those adventurers.”