Shared Sensations

“Wonderful~.” Rina smiles and waves a single hand. A faint sparkling light passes over the opulent bed and its three occupants, cleaning up the minor mess that they have made.

Or at least most of the mess.

“Confused, are you~?” A teasing tone enters the Countess’ voice as her delicate fingers gently brush across her own cheeks, touching the now dry inky trails that her running makeup left behind. “I did not want to clean up everything~. Some messes look quite nice, do you not agree~?”

Beryl opens her eyes and immediately grins. “Oh, Ah couldn’t agree more~! And Ah’m sure my dearest love does as well~!”

“Yes, she seemed the type to enjoy leaving a mark on her lovers~.” Rina rather casually replies, placing a hand on the Drakling’s toned thigh. “So I could not bring myself to rob her of such an opportunity~. Hence why I chose such weak eyeliner in the first place~. And why I chose such resilient lipstick for the both of us~.”

Krvavy blankly blinks as her gaze shifts down towards her hard cock. Her stiff shaft is still covered in rings of alternating black and gold, none of which seem to have smudged even slightly.

“Just in case ya ‘aven’t noticed, Ah fixed the pattern by puttin’ some gold between the last two marks Rina left on yer shaft~.” Beryl quite proudly points that out, tapping at the mark in question. “Wha~?” She smiles widely, and rather smugly, as the Drakling’s bland expression turns towards her. “Ah knew tha’ it’d’ve bugged ya if Ah left it like tha’, and we couldn’t ‘ave tha’~! Aren’t Ah such a wonderful lover~?”

“I would say so~.” The Countess absentmindedly comments, focusing her attention more on the journey her hand has embarked on than anything her fellow Elf has said. Her delicate fingers slowly trace their way up over the Drakling’s hip, aiming for those well-defined abs.

“Aww, thank ya~!” Beryl coos as she nuzzles up against Krvavy’s side. “Ah could ‘ear yer compliments all day, but Ah think tha’ my dearest love ‘ere might be gettin’ a bit impatient~. So about tha’ ‘main course’~...?”

“Right, right...” Rina nods her head. That gesture alone seems to summon a single spectral hand, which quickly flies off through the curtain surrounding this opulent bed. Her actual hand remains pressed against the barbarian’s belly, seemingly content with touching those tensed muscles.

“Will it~...” Krvavy’s breathing becomes slightly unstable as her anticipation grows and grows. “Will it be like last time~?” It almost requires a conscious effort to keep herself from drooling at the mere sight of these two beautiful Elves. And she knows that looking is far from all that she’ll be doing tonight, which makes this brief break into an excruciating wait.

“And here I thought that Beryl was being dramatic by calling you impatient~.” A playful gleam fills the Countess’ amethyst eyes as she confidently meets the Drakling’s needy gaze. “It will only be a few more moments before the answer is revealed, so I will not even give you a hint~.”

“Awww, don’t look so sad~!” The teasing tomboy mockingly comforts her Draconic lover. Her pert breasts squish into the barbarian’s bicep, stiff nipples grazing across black scales. “Ya will enjoy wha’ she ‘as planned, Ah promise~!”

“Now now, do not spoil it~.” Rina gently reprimands her fellow Elf, smiling enigmatically as the spectral hand returns carrying a golden band decorated with four white gems. “I am sure that you recognize this, right Krvavy~?”

“Yes~...” The barbarian breathes out, trying to keep her voice from sounding too excited as she slowly reaches out towards the inactive sex toy.

Beryl’s hand darts forwards and snatches the large ring away before Krvavy can so much as touch it. “Ah wonder wha’ this could be~?” Her blue-green eyes twinkle knowingly as she twirls the soon-to-be pseudo-pussy around a finger. “Some sort o’ bracelet~?”

Krvavy tries her best to look thoroughly unimpressed, and not at all impatient, as she narrows her eyes and takes the golden band away from at the tomboyish Elf.

“Wha’ is wit’ tha’ look, my dearest love~? Do ya want ta wear it yerself~?”

“Hahaha~!” That playful teasing draws a bout of lyrical laughter past Rina’s painted lips. “It looks as if she does~! No doubt she remembers how snug a fit it was~!” The Countess’ roaming fingers trail down Krvavy’s muscled abs, playfully poking at the stiff shaft standing at attention. “But that will have to wait just a little longer~!”

“Aye, tha’ is right~! We ‘ave one last surprise fer ya, my dearest love~!” Beryl quivers with excitement as her hands dart downwards, thumbs hooking into the lacy white strip of fabric wrapped around her lithe hips.

Krvavy’s breath catches in her throat. All thoughts leave her mind as the waistband of her alluring Elf’s panties slide over the garter straps, reaching the point where those silken stockings so beautifully squish into caramel coloured thighs. Her eyes widen slightly as she watches the visibly damp fabric pull away from her sweet berry’s sodden slit. Slick strands of the Elf’s sweet love juices stretch across that growing gap, breaking away by the time those soaked panties pass by Beryl’s knees.

The tanned tomboy smirks and flicks that piece of lingerie aside. Those long and pointed ears of hers wiggle playfully as she rolls onto her front, slapping a hand down onto her perfect ass. A golden plug capped with a turquoise gem is nestled back there, between her toned cheeks.

“Apologies for not having a gem that perfectly matches the eyes of your beloved Wood Elf~.” Rina’s lewd voice dances through the air, tinged with amusement and restrained laughter. “My collection of such toys may be expansive, but it is not that expansive~.”

The sound of silken fabric sliding across skin pulls the Drakling’s attention away from her tanned tomboy, emerald eyes snapping towards the Countess.

The half Moon Elf woman slowly and deliberately begins to remove her own black panties. Her vibrant pink pussy is revealed at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, letting her own love juices stretch out as sticky strands. She elegantly slips one leg free from that piece of sodden lingerie, letting it dangle from her other ankle for a couple seconds before sending it flying off to the side with a rather gentle kick.

“Go on, show my dearest love the plug in yer own arse~!” Beryl all but demands, pressing up against the Countess’ more voluptuous body. Her dexterous fingers dig into squishy breasts and thick thighs as she aggressively gropes her fellow Elf.

“Hahaha~! Here~!” Rina turns her hips just enough to give the barest hint of a purple gem peeking out from between her round cheeks. “It is the same one as I wore last time, but now it has a purpose beyond mere decoration~!”

“Ach, don’t get yer ‘opes up, my dearest love~!” The tomboyish Elf playfully wags a finger back and forth, before quickly returning that hand to its fervent groping. “Neither o’ us’ll be takin’ yer length, or girth really, inta our rears~! So tha’ isn’t wha’ they’re for~!”

“I will save you the in depth, and frankly boring, explanation by simply stating that these ‘plugs’ pair with that toy in your hands~.” The Countess’ amethyst eyes shine with lewd anticipation. “Though not for the holes that they are blocking: I simply felt that it would be more exciting to use such ‘plugs’ for this task rather than a bracelet, ring, or other such adornment~.”

“Alrighty then~!” Beryl’s body thumps against the barbarian’s right, the athletic Elf making herself comfortable as she cuddles back up with her Draconic lover. “Now we’re ready~!”

“Yes indeed, there will be no more waiting~.” The elegant noblewoman mirrors the lithe Elf, lifting Krvavy’s left arm up over her shoulders to let those large pink breasts of hers freely squish against the barbarian’s pale skin. She gracefully reaches a hand out, pressing a delicate finger against one of the four white gems on the large gold band that Krvavy is clutching onto.

A bright flash of light bursts from that gem, and the three others that decorate the inactive sex toy’s surface, quickly softening down to a pleasant glow. Silver energy burns on the inside of the band, reaching up and down as it coalesces into a rounded cylinder.

Beryl’s lips press down onto a pale tit, leaving a golden mark. Her eyes twinkle playfully as she reaches out and wraps her dexterous fingers around the squishy false-flesh of this lewd toy. “My dearest love~!” Pure and unfiltered arousal tinges those worshipful words. “Let us ‘andle this~! Just sit back and enjoy yerself~!”

“Hahaha~! Oh my~!” Rina reaches out and grabs onto the other half of the magical construct, her beautiful face lighting up with lustful amusement as she sees Krvavy’s hesitant expression. “No need to look disappointed~!” Her laughing voice grows husky and seductive as the next few words pass her painted lips. “We will take good care of you~!”

“Tha’ we will~!” The tanned tomboy eagerly agrees, using her other hand to gently pry the barbarian’s fingers from the golden band. “Can’t ‘ave ya breakin’ us inta mindless quiverin’ messes so early in the night, now can we~? So go on, let us take the reins~!”

“Do feel free to grope and **** us as you were before~!”

“Aye, wouldn’t want ya gettin’ bored~!”

Krvavy bites her bottom lip, finding herself unable to speak as the semi-transparent construct is slowly lowered towards her swollen shaft. The faint glow of that magical sex toy engulfs her throbbing cockhead moments before the pseudo-pussy itself does. A pleasant warmth emanates from the pliable but firm false-flesh.

“Mhhhnm~...!” Beryl’s golden lips lewdly part for that soft moan. “This really is somethi–ihhngh~! Ah can feel ‘er inside~!”

A slick, slimy liquid surrounds Krvavy’s shaft, escaping past her girth and leaking free from the construct. The clear fluid drips past the silver cockring, oozing over her sack, and pools onto the silken bed sheets below.

The half Moon Elf’s pink cheeks grow a few shades darker. “Quite the experience, is it not~? Haahh~! It takes a while to get used to~!”

The pseudo-pussy gently squeezes around the Drakling’s dick. Not because of its currently unused features, but from the hands of the two Elvish women tightly gripping onto it. The magical false-flesh rolls over each and every ridge along Krvavy’s cock, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

“Ah don’t think tha–aahh~! Tha’ Ah want ta get used ta this~!” Each breath that the tanned tomboy takes seems to be more ragged than the last. Beryl quivers in ecstasy, pressing herself into Krvavy’s side. She shudders uncontrollably as the barbarian’s hand finds her pert breasts, pinching and squeezing the stiff nub of her nipple. “AAHHNNH~!” Her hips buck as her sweet juices squirt out.

“Hahaha~!” Rina’s musical laughter fills the air. Her lewd body shivers and shakes, so close to going over the edge like Beryl just had. “Our teasing seems to ha–aahve~! To have had a greater effect on you than on Krvavy~! Haahhhh~!”

A pleasantly wet warmth presses into the Drakling’s pelvis. The entirety of her cock is sheathed within the magical pseudo-pussy, surrounded by its softly glowing false-flesh. The semi-transparent construct squishes further into her groin, before both Elves begin to drag it back up her length.

“My dearest lo–oaahhhvhee~! Got ta – nghhh~ – ta cum already~! Ah ‘adn’t~!”

“If that is what you say~!” The Countess leans her head against the Drakling’s chest, resting her cheek atop a firm tit. Her breathy moans and lewd gasps grow in frequency and intensity, urged on both by the sensations that this pseudo-pussy sex toy is sharing with her and by the fingers digging into her large, yielding breast. “There is – haahh~ – no shame in reaching orgasm as soon as you – nhhhaah~ – feel your love’s penis penetrate inside of you~! Many a pair would wish for such a romantic moment~! Haaahh~! Besides, not every woman can show such restraint as I~!”

“Ohh~!?” Beryl’s debauched expression rapidly becomes rather impish. Her blue-green eyes gaze across the barbarian’s pale breasts, meeting Rina’s amethyst with a playful challenge. “Is tha’ ‘ow ya want ta play~? Then take thi–iiissshHH~!”

Both of Krvavy’s hands tighten their grip, squeezing down onto two differently sized tits. Pleasure wracks her increasingly hazy mind as the caramel coloured Elf grips even tighter onto this magical sex toy, squishing its false-flesh against the Drakling’s dick. But that wonderful sensation hardly compares to the waves of pleasure that follow as the teasing tomboy begins jerking the pseudo-pussy toy up and down at an almost feverish pace.

It is in that instant that Rina’s composure shatters.

The pink-skinned half-Elf’s mouth opens in a silent scream. Blissful convulsions run through her tensed body, her womanly hips buck and roll against the mere feeling of a phantom penis pounding into her pussy. Her amethyst eyes, sharp and bright just moments ago, are unfocused and hazy as they begin to roll back along with her head, staring blankly at the canopy of her bed.

Krvavy grits her teeth and struggles to keep herself in check. Each heartbeat burns away her resolve, leaving her cloudy mind an incoherent mess of conflicting cravings and depraved desires. She wants to hold on, to not cum quite yet. She wants to keep experiencing this overwhelming ecstasy, to drag it on for an eternity. But those wants are fighting a losing battle.

The last remnants of Krvavy’s will crumbles away as Rina’s delicate fingers suddenly constrict around the glowing white construct. The magical false-flesh is forcibly clenched around her cock, only capable of still moving over the ridges that line her rod due to the supernaturally slick lube that it is constantly oozing out.

The Drakling’s dick throbs in time with her heart. Her sizable shaft swells, growing more sensitive as her pleasure peaks. Her hefty sack hardly has time to clench up against her body before the first rope of creamy cum shoots from her colossal cock.

“Myyyhh dhheeahrhhhshhhht lohvvhhhee~!” Beryl’s voice slurs almost incomprehensibly as she feels that thick seed begin to fill the toy as if it were her own pussy, her own womb. Each spurt causes the tanned tomboy’s body to shudder and shake, effortlessly pushing her back to the peak of pleasure and then over the edge once more. “Hhhhhhnhnnnnghhhhhh~!”

The squishy sex toy slams down into the Drakling’s groin, engulfing the entirety of her length from base to tip. The two Elvish women are both so overwhelmed with bliss that they cannot muster the strength to keep the construct moving. Their hands can do little more than weakly hold onto it. But that hardly matters at all. Whether by a stroke of luck or by Rina’s intention, the insides of this pseudo-pussy have, at some point, begun to vibrate and shift in shape.

Nubs, bumps, ridges, rings... All sorts of pleasurable textures sprout up and fade away at random, grinding and rubbing along Krvavy’s cumming cock. The full features of this toy milk more and more seed from her shaft.

Static sweeps over Krvavy’s mind, leaving her head feeling light and tingly. Each throbbing spurt of the Drakling’s dick sends pulses of pleasure throughout her body. A slick sensation surrounds her girthy rod, the wet false-flesh of this lewd sex toy massaging and caressing and rubbing and stroking all along her length.

The very tip of the lewd magical construct bulges outwards. Each rope of thick seed shot into the sex toy causes it to swell even further, the semi-transparent false-flesh becoming increasingly thin as it stretches around the seemingly endless load. The steadily ballooning tip jiggles and continues to grow bigger and bigger. In no time at all, it has far surpassed the size of Krvavy’s fist, the accumulating weight causing it to sag forwards and begin to pull at the colossal cock, causing that still-throbbing shaft to tilt forwards.

That heavy weight suddenly disappears.

The barbarian’s still-stiff shaft springs back towards her body, the cum balloon separating and dropping down to the bed with a splat. The seed-filled orb maintains its structure, remaining intact despite how weak and thin its membrane may look.

“Hhahhhhhhh~...!” Rina’s silent orgasmic cries shift into a gasping wheeze, her shuddering body slumping against the Drakling.

“Mmmmmnnhhh~...!” Beryl isn’t quite as breathless, but her moaned noises are definitely becoming more subdued by the second.

Much like the Elvish women clinging to her sides, Krvavy is also coming down from her pleasured high. The throbbing of her cock becomes increasingly intermittent as the last few spurts of seed shoot out into the pseudo-pussy. The semi-transparent false-flesh bulges out at the sex toy’s tip, forming a second cum balloon that is noticeably smaller, and arguably more reasonably sized.

“Hhnnnfffthh~...!” Air hisses out past Krvavy’s clenched teeth as she lets out a breath that she didn’t realize was being held in. Her sensitive shaft twitches, softening slightly though still kept mostly hard by the vibrating construct that continues to cling onto her length.

Drakling, Wood Elf, and half-Elf remain slumped against each other for a while longer, none of them willing to move. A soft buzz of pleasure continues to roll through each of their bodies courtesy of the connection that they each have to the softly glowing sex toy.

With her boundless stamina, Beryl is the first to recover. “Mmmw~...! Mmwwh~...!” She lazily presses her lips against her Draconic lover’s body, leaving a trail of gold kiss marks from chest to shoulder to chin.

“Tha–ah~... ahh~... ahem~...” Rina shakily clears her throat, each weak cough sounding rather like a moan. “That was~... Sudden and intense~...”

“Mwah~...!” The tanned tomboy playfully places a kiss onto the back of the barbarian’s hand, that golden mark glistening atop black scales. “Aye~!” Her blue-green eyes shine with a teasing light as she gazes down at the Countess. “Ready ta go again~?”