R'sath, Tower of Starlight - Part 7 - Bedding a Lord

Edit: Added an image of Avery.

I should have declined, Ahsch thought to himself as he and Mahat followed their host deeper into the Odestag suites.

You did, his familiar pointed out. I believe you crumbled at 'try before you buy?'

You're not helping.

The group paused for a moment as Avery stopped a servant, instructing them to find Butler and Dorin and arrange suitable accommodations for Ahsch's attendant for the night. The hrafthi felt his face burn with a bit of shame when he realized he had forgotten about the other boy, and he muttered his thanks to Lord Odestag. Avery just grinned over her shoulder and continued to lead the pair towards her bedroom.

Once they arrived, the royal woman loosened her belt and tossed her vest over the back of a chair, then turned to her guests. She looked at each of them in turn, then raised a teasing eyebrow. "Well? Make yourselves comfortable. I assume your familiar will be joining us in her monster form?"

Ahsch swallowed, still not quite believing what was happening, but nodded, and Mahat swiftly shapeshifted. Avery's grin was lascivious as she scanned over the other woman, but she froze for a second as her eyes reached the familiar's crotch, eyes widening with glee. "A cock?"

Mahat grinned back. "You like?"

The royal cackled briefly, then got a curious, mischievous look to her eyes. "Does he..." she started.

"No, I don't receive," Ahsch preempted the question.

"Boring," Avery droned, but her smirk suggested that she didn't really mind. "Speaking of cocks - on, or off?"

The hrafthi blinked. "Wh-what?"

With an amused roll of her eyes, she went over to a bedside table and pulled out what looked like a wide-based, obscenely realistic dildo. Holding it like it was a strap-on, she looked at Ahsch. "On?" She moved it aside. "Or off?"

A quick look with Mage Sight revealed some pretty interesting enchantments on the toy. "It... fuses with you?" he guessed, and got a nod in response. He thought for a moment. "As long as you're not planning to put it where it's not welcome, 'on' is fine."

Avery rolled her eyes again. "Of course - I'm a slut, not a creep."

The hrafthi couldn't help but snort a quick laugh. "Fair enough." Then his face went red as the royal dropped her pants in a swift, well-practiced motion before shucking her shirt, leaving her tantalizingly naked and reveling in his admiring gaze. Hidden beneath her clothes were a trio of tattoos - a black rack of antlers stretched between her collarbone and her breasts, with a sun-and-moon as the center; a red flower-like pattern radiated out from a point between her belly button and her lower lips; and a ribbon-wrapped black knife adorned the outside of her left thigh. Additionally, her nipples were pierced, golden barbells with a ring stretching above and below to either end, encircling her rosy nipples, with small purple jewels embedded at the highest and lowest points of the ring. He also suddenly noticed her tail - a slender organ which ended in a tuft of fur - which had somehow escaped his gaze before now, lost beneath the coattail of her outfit.

Ahsch was startled out of his reverie by her chuckle. "Well come on, it's hardly fair if us girls are the only ones getting comfortable," she invited, an eager expression adorning her face.

Blushing, the hrafthi quickly joined his familiar and host in getting naked while Avery placed the lifelike dildo-strap-on just below her flower tattoo and spoke a command word. A moment later, any separation between her and the toy was gone, and the royal was sporting a hard, slender cock, somewhere between Mahat's cute six-incher and Ahsch's larger 9-inch. As the latter came into view, Avery's eyes widened once again. "Fuck that's beautiful," she hissed, walking over and gently grabbing the hrafthi's half-hard cock.

He let out a long breath as she began to stroke, her other hand gently tracing across his chest and arms, a playful, excited smile on her lips. Reacting to his desires, Mahat molded herself against his side, raining light kisses on his neck and shoulders while her own hands caressed his back and clung to his arm. One of Ahsch's arms wrapped around his familiar, holding her close by her hip; the other reached out to lightly explore Avery's body.

They stayed like that for a minute, their hands doing the bulk of the work. But eventually, Avery shifted, and gently pulled Ahsch over to the bed, where she guided him to sit and recline while she push his legs apart and sank to her knees between them. Catching his gaze, she slowly, teasingly stuck her tongue out... and out... and out until the tips of her split, pierced organ hung in line with her collar. Grinning, she leaned in, and dexterously wrapped it around his cock. She stroked him with her tongue - the split expertly cradling his frenulum, the two piercings massaging the sides - for several moments before she bobbed her head forward and added her mouth to the mix, her lips taking on the task of stroking while her tongue began to focus on coiling.

Ahsch moaned, his hips jumping involuntarily as he laid back, his hand squeezing Mahat's hip. His familiar repositioned, and the two began to kiss, their tongues hungrily dueling. A shiver ran through the hrafthi when Avery added some fingers to the mix, lightly playing with his sack while her other hand rested on his thigh, sharp nails gently scratching. Over the course of several minutes, she varied her technique, sometimes suckling only on the head while her tongue reached out to caress the rest of his shaft; other times she bobbed back and forth languidly, sucking and squeezing and coiling and stroking in a steady, random mix of delight; yet others she took his cock deep into her throat, her lips sealed around the root of his length while her tongue stretched down to wrap around his balls, the steady swallowing of her throat and a deep hum massaging his dick.

Meanwhile, Mahat caress and stroked her Master's chest while she made out with him, her own tongue battling and ceding to his own. The familiar's thighs rubbed together, her hard cock bouncing eagerly in the air as her cunt leaked. She whimpered, desiring more stimulation for herself, yet beyond that wishing to please and serve her Master, her owner. She sent those thoughts to him, tantalizing him with fantasies and images of what she wanted, the desires she had.

It wasn't long before it was too much, and Ahsch came with a long groan, a hand reaching down unconsciously to grab Avery by a horn and pull her deep onto his cock, holding her there until he was finished. Slowly, sensuously, she backed off, cleaning his dick before popping off with a satisfied, "Ahhh!" Still, Ahsch could detect a hint of disappointment - likely due to him popping so soon. He grinned as he sat up and reached down, pulling the royal onto bed with him and Mahat. "That was amazing," he praised his wife-to-be.

Avery smirked proudly. "You want a show while you recharge?" she asked, nodding towards Mahat while she cupped her tits, holding them up and squishing them for her guests' viewing pleasure.

Ahsch chuckled. "'While I recharge,' eh?" he challenged, nodding downward.

The royal looked down, then blinked at his still-hard cock. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across her face. "Oh, you have no idea what you've just invited," she threatened lustily, swinging a leg over his lap, lining herself up, and dropping down with a solid 'smack!' Ahsch grunted as her tight, hot, and oh-so-wet pussy welcomed him, then grinned as he leaned back, folding his hands behind his head, and sent Mahat mental instructions.

Eagerly, the familiar hopped off the bed and went behind Avery, pressing her hard cock between the royal's legs. Grinning, the copper-skinned beauty leaned forward, presenting her ass. "Just lube up before you shove it in," she said. Mahat laughed, dipped her fingers into her own pussy, and used her copious juices to coat first her dick, then Avery's tight ass. The familiar spent a good minute working her juice in, slipping first one, then two, and finally three fingers into the royal's ass, before eventually lining up and slowly sliding her cute cock in.

All three moaned as things became blissfully tight. Mahat had to slowly work her way in, the tight pleasure slowly eroding her control until she was giving small little bucks of her hips to get deeper and deeper into Avery's ass. The royal herself rolled her hips, her cunt clenching around Ahsch's dick while her nails dug into his chest and her tongue lolled half out of her mouth, drooling a little. The hrafthi luxuriated in the increasing tightness of his future wife's twat as his familiar pressed onward, and he flexed his cock to try and return some of the pleasure to Avery, his hands come out from behind his head to caress and massage what he could reach of the coppery monster writhing atop him.

Finally, blissfully, Mahat was fully hilted. The three stilled for a long moment, before the familiar slowly pulled out. Ahsch started to give tiny little thrusts, more bouncing his length inside Avery than truly fucking her. Even so, the royal moaned in joy. In about half the time it took her to get in, Mahat had pulled almost fully out, and quickly reversed course, once again feeding her length into Avery's ass. Ahsch reached down, guided Avery to hold her hips just a little above his, and began to truly thrust, pushing his own hips up off the bed to fuck his new partner. That was all the prompting Avery needed to start thrusting back at the two of them.

It wasn't much later that, with an adorable whimper and an animalistic whine, Mahat slammed her hips against Avery's and began to unload, a mental command from her Master giving her permission to finally, blissfully cum. Ahsch followed quickly after, arcing off the bed to sheathe his cock as deep as he could in Avery's tight cunt, and the sensation of two cocks depositing their loads in her set the royal off, her cries louder than either of her guests.'

The royal collapsed atop Ahsch, and Mahat stumbled back before leaning forward and flopping onto the bed beside her Master. The trio laid there for a long moment, panting, before Ahsch tentatively kissed the top of Avery's head. She looked up, her hooded, blissed expression slightly confused, but the hrafthi turned his attention to his familiar. "What do you say," he started, glancing back at the copper lady who laid atop him, "we give my little pet the same treatment?"

Avery grinned again, and the two turned their full attention to Mahat, who moaned in horny fear as she bit her lip. Soon, Ahsch was balls-deep in his familiar's tight ass while Avery was fully hilted in her pussy, both kneeling upright on the bed, the limp Mahat cradled between them as they thrust up into her. Ahsch kissed his familiar's neck, his hand reaching around to cup and heft and squeeze her tits; Avery nipped and licked at the other side of Mahat's neck, one hand fisted in the familiar's hair while the other slipped in between their bodies to strum her clit, while her tail was looped around Mahat's cock, gently stroking and squeezing.