Tangled together

Lavorra looks down to see Zeya grinning at her, her lips and chin plastered already with Lavorra’s juices. She watches, thighs shaking as Zeya licks her lips greedily, then rises into a kneeling position, Lavorra’s hands slipping from her horns, to her arms, to her hips, stroking and caressing. Zeya makes her watch for several long, torturous moments, as the Tiefling slips slender red fingers between her own slit, curling and teasing herself, her other hand toying with a nipple as she puts on a show for Lavorra.

“Please.” Lavorra whines, tongue practically spilling out of her mouth. She leans up, chin very nearly brushing her tits as she pleads. “I need you Zey.”

“Good girl.” Zeya grins, tail swishing again, “I just wanted to see you squirm.”

Lavorra’s pout quickly turns to a grin, as Zeya crawls up her on hands and knees. She slides her hands along the crawling Tiefling, caressing her ample bottom, one hand whispering over her warm, wet opening.

Then Zeya has swivelled around in a quick movement, her tail tickling Lavorra’s cheek, as she descends towards the Paladin’s eager face. She feels the heat of Zeya’s pussy as her thighs close over her head, her lips parting hungrily as she meets Zeya’s in an all-consuming kiss.

Lavorra moans up and into Zeya, as the Tiefling girl begins to rock her hips gently against the Elf’s mouth; her hands seize upon Lavorra’s expansive pale tits, kneading and groping them tenderly, thumbs teasing her areolas as her nipples grow ever more rigid.

“Gods below Lavvy, where did you learn to use your tongue like that? A nunnery?” Zeya gasps, as between her thighs, Lavorra swirls her tongue, then thrusts it into Zeya’s tightness, almost fucking her with it.

“Mm mmgh fuh.” Lavorra mumbles, her thoughts as incoherent as her words as she slips deeper into the act of pleasuring the Tiefling sat astride her face. She wriggles her head slightly, getting a quick breather, before diving back to search for the pearl of Zeya’s clit, her world - when her eyes briefly open - a sea of supple red flesh.

She feels Zeya’s weight shift, her friend’s body pressing close against her, their skin meshing, and then her legs draw in, toes gripping the bedsheets as she feels Zeya’s face back between her thighs, this time from the opposite angle.

Faces buried in each other, hands gripping one another’s thighs and bums, the girls form a oval of moans and softly writhing flesh; gasps and muffled whimpers play against tender folds, tongues thrust and circle and explore, tasting heady juices and sweat. Their heads, one a mass of wild red, the other raven curled and topped with slender horns, bob and roll, gobbling as they do their work; distantly, Lavorra fears that she’ll hurt Zeya, as her thighs press around her friend’s head in the throes of unbearable pleasure. She wonders idly if Zeya is worried that Lavorra will suffocate in the midst of her servicing: probably, but they both feel far far too good to stop.

She feels Zeya’s lips withdraw, gasping, knows her head is tipping back as her thighs shake, and knows the Tiefling is close. She is too.

She gropes blindly for Zeya’s head at the same time she quickens her tongue, selfishly needing to climax as well. Mutually petite, she is able to just about brush Zeya’s neck with her fingertips, urgently tapping at her.

“Suh-sorry.” Zeya whimpers, and drops her head back to work, eating furiously at Lavorra’s pussy.

Both women shudder, legs kicking and heavy chests heaving as they orgasm in quick succession, and in sequence. Lavorra wails in unison with Zeya’s panting moans, as multiple climaxes rock their bodies, their smooth and sweaty flesh clinging together as though merging.

Zeya collapses, her bottom rolling to the side, her body pinning Lavorra’s arm but not uncomfortably so. They curl in together, neither able to form words, but taking the sweetest comfort in each others exhausted, sex-soaked bodies.

Oh my.