A Lavorra sandwich

“You’re unbelievable.” She glares up at Zeyariel, sat atop the desk, thighs either side of her transformed friend’s hips as Zeya leans close, both of Lavorra’s petite hands furiously pumping away at the girthy orange member.

“I know, I know. Can you spit on it please. Be a good girl for me.” The last part comes out in a growl, the Daemon influence on Zeya even more evident now. In spite of herself, Lavorra bites her lip. She does as she’s told, too, gathering her spit and letting it drool onto her hands, lubricating her friend’s meat as she strokes it.

“You’re close, right? Come on.” With a blush, she adds in a murmur. “Hurry up and cum for me.”

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Can Zeyariel hold herself back?

Yes/No (Unlikely): [1,2] No

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She realises she’s made a mistake as Zeya grunts thickly. A very exciting mistake.

The next moment, she’s been seized by the hips, and turned about roughly. She finds herself bent over the stone table on her stomach, her legs dangling over the side, kicking in the air as Zeya yanks down her britches.

Oh fuck yea- no! No this is bad, very bad! Bad Zeya!

“I’m sorry Lav.” Zeya groans. “But I fucking need you. I’ll be quick.”

She’s glad Zeya can’t see her face, and see how much she wants this, but she suspects she knows, as when she cries “We don’t have tiiiiime.” There’s a lusty whimper in her voice, and Zeya chuckles.

Her toes curl inside her boots, heels knocking together as Zeya slips her first few inches inside. It doesn’t take much to accommodate the rest, Lavorra’s walls already wet and inviting, as Zeya starts to thrust.

They let out groans in unison, Lavorra’s knees shaking as she feels herself being filled up, Zeya’s cock already pressing hard against her midriff from within. “You better not… be able to… get me pregnant…” She gasps.

She feels Zeya’s hands on her hips, then taking rough handfuls of her meaty ass, and stifles a moan.

It probably doesn’t matter, what else do they think we’re doing in here?

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When someone comes to investigate, how bad is it going to be?

How Much

[1] Surprisingly lacking - it’s not an enemy that finds them

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“Actually - fuck - do it.” She growls, gripping the edge of the desk. “Oh Matron mother Zeya knock me up right now. Put your little Tiefling babies in-“

She claps a hand over her mouth with a muffled squeak, which turns into a series of yelps as Zeya continues to thrust into her, oblivious to the sight of Skrain standing in the entrance to the tent.

“Oh, I - sorry.” He grimaces, clearly uncomfortable, but not seeming to register who’s before him. Until Lavorra’s wide green eyes lock with his.

“Wait. I know you.” Realisation dawns on him, as he draws closer, even as Zeya continues to groan and thrust. “You’re…”

“Luh-Lavorra, y-yeah. Never did get my name did you. Heeeeyyyyy…” She grins at him lustily, so very far beyond caring at this point, “D-don’t worry about saving m-me, that’s Zeya back there. She’s usually red, I was buh-blue.” She loops her fingers into his belt, drawing him closer.

“Hey Skrain.” Zeya pants, dragging Lavorra - who lets out a surprised giggle - off of the table. She hoists her into the air with the strength afforded by her new form, turning the petite Elf about to face her without even exiting Lavorra’s tight grip. “Joining in?”

“Dark Father.” Lavorra hears him groan, as she clings to Zeya.

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Moments later she feels as though her neck will break as Skrain draws her back, his hand around her throat, pulling her into a kiss. She is squashed between the two muscular Daemon bodies, her legs folded up and trapped under Zeya’s arms, her bottom supported one handed by Skrain.

She sobs with pleasure into Skrain’s open mouth as the two of them thrust into her. An extremely well timed and surprisingly forward-thinking minor spell of Zeya’s managing to prepare her other tight hole for Skrain, as he had stepped in behind her.

She rides Zeya’s rod, and with every fall, impales herself on Skrain as he fills her ass up. It’s absolutely not somewhere she would ever usually want anyone going near, but the feeling of being full, of being complete, is truly like nothing she’s ever known.

Their groans rise in a chorus, her pale cheeks clapping against Skrain as he takes her rear, Zeya’s heavy balls slapping against her in the front.

With a wail, and Skrain’s fingers buried in her mouth, she starts to cum, her body spasming, assets shaking as her holes tighten around the two pounding cocks in her pussy and ass. As if given permission, after a job well done, Skrain and Zeya let out their own moans of completion, and Lavorra sighs happily as she feels them both pump her full of load after load of their seed.

The sensation, as they carefully lower her to the ground, of Skrain and Zeya trickling slowly out of her ravaged holes, down her tender thighs, is something that will stay with her for a long time. In a tangle of limbs, the three of them collapse together, Lavorra splayed out, her feet - still wrapped in her britches, resting across Zeya’s thighs; her head nestling into Skrain’s chest.

Okay, got to get going now. Problem solved. Need to move. Need to move.

Your legs don’t work right now.

Maybe… maybe just a short rest?