A Casual Night with the Countess

“My oh my~.” Rina brings a hand up to her mouth in a vain attempt at hiding her coquettish smile. “You are rather red in the face for a women who, by her own admission, spends most of her time at home in the nude~.”

“Aye, it’s funny, isn’t it~?” Beryl can just barely hold back her laughter, instead channelling that energy into teasing her Draconic lover even further. “My dearest love can be so confident and brash,” her voice drips with love as she softly presses a hand against Krvavy’s abs, feeling those firm muscles tense beneath her palm. “But if we ‘ave an audience o’ anyone tha’ she ‘asn’t been intimate wit’ then all o’ tha’ bravado goes away and she’s no better than a blushin’ virgin~.”

“Sorry for not being completely shameless...” Krvavy grumbles halfheartedly, doing her best to ignore the blush colouring her cheeks. And the tomboy molesting her abs...

“Are you just a casual nudist then~?” There is just something in Rina’s tone that makes that question sound almost like an insult. A playful insult, but still an insult nonetheless.

“Compared to this exhibitionist Elf?” The Drakling glances down at her sweet berry with a rather unimpressed look on her face, and is predictably met with an unconvincingly innocent smile. But, despite her words and her expression, Krvavy does nothing to stop Beryl’s dexterous fingers from slipping beneath her belt. “Then yeah, sure.”

“Now, now, my dearest love~.” The caramel coloured Elf tries to sound stern and scolding, but can’t quite keep the act up. “Ah’m only naked because ya’ve corrupted me ta yer ways~. Ah don’t do it fer my pleasure, Ah do it fer yers~.”

Whatever words Krvavy may have had in response die on her lips. A shiver runs down her spine as Beryl’s hand forces its way into her pants, playfully poking at the root of her cock.

The albino maid scowls and turns her chin up at that display of degeneracy. She quickens her pace and hurries towards the door to their destination, opening it up and ushering the others in.

Krvavy feels relieved to no longer be out in the open hallway, but that relief doesn’t last long as the relative privacy of this waiting room just emboldens her Elf even more.

“Leave your clothing here and, please, give me a moment to ready myself.” Rina’s amethyst eyes shimmer with anticipation that isn’t present in her dignified voice. “Vera,” she gestures for the maid to follow as she crosses over towards another door and passes into her bedroom proper.

Vera gives the two guests one last glare before firmly clicking the door shut behind her.

“Tsk,” Beryl’s nimble fingers give the base of Krvavy’s cock an affectionate squeeze before reluctantly letting go. “Guess we ‘ave ta undress now...”

“‘We’?” The barbarian pointedly stares at Beryl’s bare breasts, eyes locked on the delicious looking nipples that crown those pert handfuls.

“Aye~,” the tanned tomboy hooks her thumbs beneath the waistband of her skimpy panties and promptly pulls them down. “But now it is just ya~.”

Krvavy simply shakes her head as she unceremoniously drops her Elf’s sandals onto the floor and drapes the previously discarded sundress over the arm of a nearby chair.

“Ya sure are takin’ yer time doin’ somethin’ tha’ should be simple~.” Beryl teasingly states, lightly kicking her panties in the vague direction of the rest of her clothes. “Do ya, maybe, need some ‘elp~?” Her hands press against the barbarian’s toned belly, slowly trailing upwards. “Ya’ve already got yer top mostly off, so just lift yer arms up now and we’ll get it the rest o’ the way~.”

Krvavy raises an eyebrow, but does as her Elf asked.

The Wood Elf undoes the bit tied behind Krvavy’s neck and lifts the green silken fabric up, rising onto the tips of her toes, stretching her lithe body, and reaching her arms as high as she can. “Oh...” Beryl’s lips purse slightly as she hits a roadblock.

“Not tall enough~?” The Drakling smirks at her sweet berry. She could just lower her own arms, slipping them free from her skimpy ‘shirt’, but where is the fun in that?

“Ach, just –”

“No.” Krvavy’s thick tail twists to the side, blocking Beryl from reaching ‘high ground’ (a rather fancy chair).

“Alright, if tha’ is ‘ow ya’re goin’ ta be.”

The tanned Elf lets go of the skimpy top, causing what little fabric it has to drape over the Drakling’s head and horns. Beryl drops down to her knees in that same motion, grabbing at the barbarian’s belt and deftly undoing it. Laces are quickly loosened and, just as Krvavy can remove her top herself, the tight leather pants are pulled down to mid thigh.

“Mwah~!” The teasing tomboy playfully plants a kiss onto her Draconic lover’s pelvis. Her blue-green eyes shine with debauched glee as she slowly licks her tongue across the white cotton fabric that separates her from Krvavy’s visibly stiffened cock. Beryl’s nimble fingers quickly untie the two little knots keeping the barbarian’s modest underwear in place. “Oh, my dearest love, Ah’ll never get tired o’ this sight~!”

The Drakling’s dick looms above her Elf’s face, it’s semi-hard shaft throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

“Almost makes me want ta get right ta it~...” Beryl lightly laments as she goes to finish her job, helping to slide these last pieces of clothing down her lovers legs.

Krvavy steps out of her pants just as the door to Rina’s bedroom opens once more.

Vera’s pale pink eyes pierce into the very souls of these two guests, glaring from behind her glasses. Her gloved hand clenches tightly around the handle of a featherduster as she lifts it up and waves it like a wand. “The Countess is ready for you.”

A tingling sensation passes over both the barbarian and Beryl as the maid’s magic cleanses them of dirt and filth.

“Thanks. Have a, uh, good night...” Krvavy speaks up purely so that her sweet berry doesn’t have the chance to say anything that might get on Vera’s nerves. That slight awkwardness doesn’t win the two lovers any favour from this unfriendly albino, but it is better than outright antagonizing her.

The door firmly clicks shut behind them.

“Do not worry about perfectly recreating that day,” Rina leans back against her nightstand, resting on its edge with her legs crossed. The soft, dancing aurora contained within the canopy of her bed illuminates her pink skin like moonlight on the bottom of a pool of water. “Even were I the same size and shape as your Halfling, we do not have the same amount of time available to us.”

“Then let’s get right ta it~!” Beryl quivers with anticipation as she hungrily takes in the sight of Rina’s almost entirely nude body. Only a pair of lacy black stockings dare to cover the half-Elf’s soft skin. No corset, no gloves, no garter even. Just those stockings... and the cloudy, purple gem resting on her forehead. Which draws the tomboy’s attention. “Not goin’ ta take off all o’ yer jewellery first?”

“Hmm?” The Countess raises a delicate eyebrow before realizing what Beryl is referring to. “Oh, no. I have worn this,” her fingers idly brush against the polished gem, “for so long that I feel naked without it. Besides, I do need some decoration, evidence of my wealth and position~.”

That explanation seems to be enough for the Wood Elf, as she simply shrugs and drags the Drakling forwards. Of course, it isn’t like she cared all that much anyway.

“Pray tell~,” Rina pushes off her bedside table and stands before the two guests. Without her heels, she is the shortest one in the room, though not by much: Beryl is only taller than her by a fingers width or so. “Just how did you begin sating your Halfling’s heat~?”

The very tip of Krvavy’s cock presses into the Countess’ belly. That faint bit of contact causes the girthy rod to swell, rising up and standing tall as the cockhead squishes into one of those soft, pink tits. “I started with a shower~.” Krvavy can’t keep the lust from her voice as she gently grabs the half-Elf in front of her, caressing and rubbing Rina’s shoulders. “I washed her by hand~.”

“What a shame that we have skipped that part~... I would have enjoyed such pampering~.” Rina quietly breathes out, slowly trailing a finger down the Drakling’s abs. “And after the two of you were clean~?”

“I brought her to bed~.” Krvavy bends forwards and near-effortlessly scoops the Countess into her arms. That wasn’t exactly necessary, seeing that the Countess’ bed is less than a step away, but it was worth it to see the lustful look on Rina’s face. And to feel those large, pink breasts squish into her own pale pair.

Beryl’s pointed ears wiggle with excitement as she watches her Draconic lover climb onto the expansive mattress, shamelessly ogling both the Countess’ elegantly sexy figure and the barbarian’s toned muscles as she eagerly follows after them.

Rina remains silent as she is gently lowered onto her cushioned bed. Expectation and anticipation fill her whole body, leaving her with a rather needy look.

The lithe tomboy’s pert breasts squish into the barbarian’s back. Her lips nearly brush against Krvavy’s short, Elf-like ear as she whispers just loud enough for Rina to hear. “Wha’d ya do next, my dearest love~? Ya didn’t jump straight ta somethin’ intense, did ya~?”

“No~.” Krvavy shudders as her sweet berry’s nimble hands aimlessly trail across her skin and scales. “I... eased her into it~. I started with her tits~.”

The Countess’ amethyst eyes burn with arousal. She arches her back and juts her chest out, giving the Drakling an open invitation to descend towards her. “Hahhh~...!” A quiet, breathy gasp escapes past her painted lips, leaving them parted in such an alluring way that is just begging for kisses. Sadly, the boundaries that she set forbid their lips from meeting.

But that doesn’t stop Krvavy from planting kisses elsewhere on this half-Elf’s body.

“Mmm~...” The barbarian hums lightly as her lips sink ever so slightly into Rina’s soft titflesh. She breathes in the Countess’ scent – a subtle smell reminiscent of cool night air with a hint of lavender – and begins to ascend that beautiful, pink mountain. Her hands caress and hold onto the Countess’ body, fingers drifting over smooth and flawless skin.

“Rina ‘ere is much bigger than our little sweetie~,” Beryl’s presence moves at the edge of Krvavy’s perception, sidling up beside her. “So, my dearest love, ya wouldn’t mind sharin’ ‘er wit’ me, would ya~?”

Krvavy doesn’t bother lifting her head to answer, knowing full well that Beryl isn’t actually asking for permission.

“Haaahhn~...!” The Countess’ gasps grow more and more like moans as, rather predictably, another pair of lips press into her other tit, leaving neither one neglected.

“Mwahh~! Mwaah~!” The Wood Elf marks each of her kisses with a playfully exaggerated noise. Her tone is light and merry, clearly finding amusement in the soft noises that she and her lover are drawing from this regal noblewoman.

The tip of Krvavy’s long tongue pokes out past her lips. Her kisses grow sloppier as that inhuman appendage lags behind, leaving a slithering trail of saliva as it slowly twists and curls. The Drakling’s lips brush against the half-Elf’s puffy pink areola, feeling its soft texture turned pebbly by arousal, before slowly engulfing that nipple in its entirety.

“Haahnnnh~!” Rina sharply moans out as the inhumanly long tongue squeezes around her bountiful bosom, as if trying to milk it, before slowly retracting back into the Drakling’s mouth. Each little nub and fleshy protuberance lining that lengthy tongue drags across her supple skin, drawing more pleasured sounds past her painted lips. Every increasingly short breath she takes is accompanied by a moan. In, “Nnhhha~!” and out, “Mnhhhh~!”

The Countess’ head sinks back into her soft pillow. Her fingers clutch at the silken bedsheets.

“Ahhhh~!” She cries out in ecstasy and in shock as the long, slick, and bumpy appendage suddenly speeds up its retreat. The void that tapered tongue left is quickly filled as sharp, predatory teeth dig into her titflesh just enough to be on the border between pain and pleasure. “Ohh~! Mnnghhhn~!” She gasps and bites her bottom lip.

Krvavy’s cheeks cave in slightly as she eagerly suckles on the half-Elf’s vibrant pink teat. She sucks gently, then harder, and then somewhere in between.

“Aohh~! Oaahhhh~!”

A hand suddenly presses against Krvavy’s head, pushing her back. And she, wisely, releases her grip on the Countess’ nipple. After giving that stiff little nub one last flick with the very tip of her tongue, that is.

“Hooohh~...” Rina slowly exhales. “That was... quite the experience~.” She brings a delicate hand up to her flushed face, brushing aside a stray strand of her raven hair. “If it continued any longer, then the two of you may have made me orgasm just from pleasuring my breasts alone~.”

“Ach, isn’t tha’ the point?” Beryl frowns faintly, her blue-green eyes falling back down to the pink tit that she wasn’t quite done playing with.

“Perhaps, but I would prefer to experience more of what your Halfling had~.”

The tanned tomboy tilts her head to the side, holding that pose for a few seconds before casually shrugging her shoulders. “Suppose Ah can’t blame ya.”

Krvavy leans her head back down, almost letting her lips gently graze against that plush pink nipple once more while gazing up at the expectant half-Elf. “Well, after having my fun up here~,” her breath caresses across the Countess’ skin, “I naturally moved downwards~.”

Rina’s breath hitches as the Drakling’s path is marked with kiss after kiss. Her slim midsection tenses as a tapered tongue briefly flicks across her navel. One of her delicate hands grabs at a horn, holding it tightly as her anticipation continues to grow.

“But~...” Krvavy stops just before her mouth comes into contact with the Countess’ wet and needy mound. “She was a bit twitchy, and kicked me back before I could even taste her~...”

“We... we do not need to recreate everything as it happened...” Rina’s voice wavers slightly as she tries, and fails, to hold Krvavy’s head in place.

“Don’t worry, we aren’t~.” A rather sadistic grin fills the barbarian’s face as she sees how desperately horny this half-Elf truly is. “We’ll skip the part where she hugged onto my cock~,” her strong hands grab the Countess beneath the shoulders, pulling the pink-skinned woman upright, “and go straight to when she sat on my face~.”

That catches the Countess’ attention, her pointed ears quivering as she perks up. But that excitement only lasts for a moment, as her dainty eyebrows quickly furrow in thought. “Is there enough room for me between your horns...?”

“Yup~.” Krvavy lets that word pop as she drops onto her back, sinking slightly into the soft cushioned bed. Her hard, neglected, cock thwacks against her toned belly. “Beryl, help her out~.”

“As ya wish, my dearest love~!” The tanned tomboy’s nimble hands immediately latch onto Rina’s womanly hips. “Ah’m sure it’s not quite wha’ tha’ sweetie did,” she guides the Moon Elf up atop of Krvavy, “but ya’ll be more comfortable facin’ this way~.”

“Mhm, just thinking about her comfort~?” The Drakling teasingly asks, breathing in the heady scent of Rina’s arousal as that noblewoman’s bright pink pussy hovers above her face. She grabs at the juicy thighs that box in her vision, fingers digging slightly into supple and squishy flesh. “No other ulterior motives there~?”

“Oh hush, my dearest love~!” Beryl playfully scolds her Draconic lover. Her hand slips free from Rina’s round rear, landing onto Krvavy’s chest. “Yer mouth isn’t fer talkin’~! No, no~,” dexterous fingers dance down the valley between the barbarian’s breasts, “it’s fer pleasurin’ women~! So go on, my dearest love~,” hot breath brushes the barbarian’s sensitive and swollen shaft, “show ‘er ‘ow good a job ya can do~! Ah’ll be ‘ere givin’ ya all the encouragement tha’ ya’ll need~!”

Krvavy’s body burns with lust as a pair of loving lips press against her throbbing cock. That jolt of pleasure spurs her into action.

“Nhhn~!” Rina sharply inhales as her hips are suddenly tugged downwards and her wet, needy pussy presses against the barbarian’s face.

That lewd gasp is the very last sound that the Drakling gets to clearly hear before plush pink thighs clamp down over her ears. All other noises, be they moans or words, are muffled and reduced to mere murmurs as Krvavy is engulfed by a soft and warm heaven.

In a debauched mirror of what the Wood Elf is doing between her legs, Krvavy gently kisses at the virginal slit of the Moon Elf sitting atop her face. Well, virginal in the sense that it has never been penetrated by a cock. A real flesh and blood cock. The Countess is no stranger to sex and has assuredly taken plenty of fingers, tongues, and of course toys, leaving her a ‘virgin’ only by a technicality.

Those thoughts idly run through Krvavy’s mind as the very tip of her tongue reaches past her lips. That tapered appendage pokes ever so slightly into the Countess’ needy slit, slowly moving up and down and in little circles as she laps up the Moon Elf woman’s love juices. Much like Rina’s scent, these lewd juices taste of a gentle night breeze blowing through a garden filled with lavender. But, more than that, it tastes of the colour purple. A strange consequence of the Countess’ magical prowess, no doubt.

“Mmmhhm~...!”

Krvavy feels the vibrations of that muffled moan more than she could ever hope to hear it. The soft thighs squished around her head quiver and tremble, tightening their grip as the Countess shakily grinds her slit against the Drakling’s face. Her sudden bout of shuddering rapidly reaches a peak and, with a squirt of her slick juices, she begins to descend back down.

At the same time, a wet warmth engulfs Krvavy’s swollen cockhead. A gentle suckling sends waves of pleasure rolling through the barbarian’s body. And that is heightened even further by the nimble tongue playfully dancing across her shaft’s sensitive underside.

Rina shudders as the Drakling’s tongue slowly, deliberately, begins to delve deeper and deeper inside of her slit. The fleshy nubs lining that twisting appendage grind and rub along the clenching walls of her love tunnel, drawing out ever increasing quivers and moans. This inhuman tongue, long and tapered, seeks out each and every one of her weak spots.

Pride wells up within the barbarian.

Can any of Rina’s toys compare to Krvavy’s tongue? Can any of her past partners, those unknown lovers, compare to these pleasures? Can –

Those arrogant thoughts are abruptly cut off as a wave of ecstasy crashes over Krvavy, breaking her intense focus on the woman sitting atop her face. Plush pink flesh squishes between her fingers as she tightens her grip on the Countess’ thighs. Her turgid cockhead grinds into the roof of her Elf’s mouth. The slight discomfort of teeth gently digging into her girthy shaft only serves to heighten the other pleasures provided by her sweet berry.

The Drakling’s dick frantically throbs, and her hefty sack clenches up against her body.

Rina squeezes down on Krvavy in every way that she can. Her plush thighs engulf the barbarian’s head, that soft heaven closing in with as much **** as her elegant body can muster. Her sopping slit smothers the barbarian, puffy pink pussy pressing down over mouth and nose, replacing air with her scent and juices. Her insides constrict around the barbarian’s invading appendage, lavishing that long tongue with a crushing and erratic massage.

A spurt of seed shoots from Krvavy’s shaft. A burning warmth surrounds its tip as her creamy cum mixes with the tanned tomboy’s slick saliva. Dexterous fingers tighten around the ridged rod, holding the throbbing length in place. A wave of bliss runs through her cumming cock, and her entire body, as the Elf swallows down that mouthful, and then the next as well.

“Ghhhhhk~!” Krvavy chokes and gasps as the crushing pressure on her head is lifted and sound is suddenly returned to her. “Hghaaah~!” Her tongue slips from the Countess’ soaked slit as she sucks in a breath stained by the noblewoman’s sweet scent.

Rina’s hips falls backwards, her plush rear landing onto Krvavy’s chest with a thump, and the rest of her body falls forwards, letting her large pink breasts hang directly in the Drakling’s line of sight.

“Mnnnmmghh~!” A long, lewd moan vibrates through the barbarian’s still-stiff shaft as Beryl savours the last few spurts of her lover’s seed.

“Haaahhhh~...!” The half-Elf’s head slumps down as her elbows sink into a soft pillow. Her large tits rest atop Krvavy’s upper horns, squished between her resting body and those hard bony things. “Noht... not going to share~?” the sound of a wet pop and audible gulp draws that gasped question past her parted lips.

“Nah~,” Beryl responds in a throaty and lewd voice, “Ah’ve got ta be greedy some times~. And speakin’ o’~...” Her slick slit presses down onto Krvavy’s thigh, grinding back and forth over that toned leg. “Why don’t we skip ta a part where Ah can join the fun in earnest~? Ah don’t mind takin’ the role o’ our brat~.”

“Still... sticking to the script~...?” Rina breathlessly asks, straightening up just enough to look back over her shoulder.

“Ach, ‘ardly~.” The tanned tomboy grabs her fellow Elf’s hips and pulls the Countess towards her. A lewd smirk fills her face as Krvavy’s cock is squished between her belly and Rina’s rear. “Say, ‘ow do ya feel about~...?” Beryl’s voice grows quiet and hushed as she whispers into the pink-skinned Elf’s ear.

The barbarian blinks repeatedly as her mind gradually returns to her. She stares suspiciously up at the two colluding Elves, twitching slightly as the caramel coloured one grinds against her sensitive shaft.

“That sounds wonderful~.” Rina nods her head and smiles. Her amethyst eyes glimmer with lust as she meets Krvavy’s gaze. “But I... will need to take an extra precaution.” With that, she snaps her fingers.

A glowing, spectral copy of the Countess’ hand darts through the curtains surrounding this luxurious bed, passing something to her before leaving as quickly as it came.

Beryl pulls away from her fellow Elf and curiously tilts her head to the side. “Wha’ are those?”

“My precaution, what else~?” Rina playfully replies, holding two small cloth rectangles between her fingers. She smiles enigmatically as illuminated lines appear on both strips of fabric, glowing brighter as she brings one closer to herself and holds the other out towards the tomboy. “To avoid my maidenhood being taken by a mere accident~.”

The little rectangles suddenly tear themselves from Rina’s grip. “Aahhh!” The Wood Elf gasps in shock as one flies through the air and, before she can really even react, zips down between her thighs. She jumps as the fabric strip secures itself onto her flushed and sensitive skin. “Huuh!?”

“Relax~.” The Countess reaches out and gently grabs Beryl’s wrist, stopping the tomboy’s futile attempt at removing that silken seal. Her other hand idly hovers between her own legs, nonchalantly brushing a delicate finger over the magical strip of fabric whose placement perfectly mirrors the one which imposed itself on the tanned tomboy: it covers her pussy in its entirety, leaving only the stiff nub of her clit exposed. “They will fall away on their own before the morn comes~.”

“WHA’!?” Beryl jolts upright, staring wide-eyed at the Countess. “Tha’ is...! Why do Ah ‘ave ta wear one too!?”

“Is solidarity between Elves not a good enough reason~?” Rina’s tender, and rather teasing, tone does little to calm Beryl. So she is **** to give a proper explanation. “I thought that it would be more fun this way, with the both of us wearing these seals~.”

“Ach, ‘ow could ya think tha’!?”

“You need not be penetrated to enjoy yourself~.”

“Rich words comin’ from a woman who just got eaten out by my dearest love...” The caramel coloured Elf grumbles unhappily. Her shoulders sag slightly as she longingly sighs out, glancing towards Krvavy’s stiff cock with a wistful look on her face.

Rina simply smiles as her dainty hands grasp onto the lithe tomboy’s waist. “Come now, no need to be so sour~. Let us do as you suggested~.” She gently but insistently pushes Beryl backwards onto the bed, before climbing atop the other Elf’s waist. “If this is not enough for you, then we can always bring back that toy from yesterday~.”

Beryl is too horny to be properly upset, and the promise of pleasure quickly gets her to perk up. The fact that some big pink breasts are squishing down into her own pert pair is just icing on the cake. “Alright. Oh Krvavy~,” her playful cooing dances through the air as she issues a challenge. “Ya know wha’ ta do, right~?”

That teasing question snaps the barbarian out of her daze. “Yeah,” Krvavy breathes out, rolling onto her side. It takes a fair bit of effort to tear her gaze away from the two needy pussies pressing together as best they can with those thin strips of silk in the way.

“Ya sure~?” The Wood Elf continues trying to egg the Drakling on. “Because Ah’m not feelin’ yer cock pressin’ between us~!”

Krvavy pushes herself upright, looming over the two beautiful women and trying to act as intimidating as she can. “Hnnph...!” She sharply exhales, looking her sweet berry straight in the eye. “You’re lucky we don’t have anything to shove between those pretty little lips of yours~.”

“I can help with that~.” Rina glances back over her shoulder and snaps her fingers together, summoning another spectral hand.

“Oy~! Wha’ do ya think ya’re do–imnnph~?” The tomboyish Elf’s playful protest is silenced as a squishy, round gag is shoved into her mouth.

“There, much better now, is it not~?” The Countess gives Beryl’s cheek a gentle, almost condescending, pat as a glowing pattern appears on the ballgag, securing it in place with some sort of magic. In turn, the tanned tomboy gives her ass an encouraging slap.

The Drakling grins and lines her dick up.