The drive home

Hama stood just inside her doorway, Arthur’s stolen cum still leaking out from her dripping pussy, waving at the young couple causing her assets to jiggle under the body suit. as Arthur and Mata packed themselves back into his car. “You kids come back anytime, you hear! And don’t forget we’re doing Fortune’s Day at my house this year!” The couple drove away and as the door shut she exhaled. Reaching down she collected some of the escaped cum and pushed it back in, shuddering as her fingers entered. Pulling them back out she gave them a clean up lick, sending more spasms through her.

Mata fell asleep in the car. Arthur chuckled. A glass of wine with dinner is a bigger deal for a goblin. When they got back to her and Kira’s apartment he carried her up the stairs and used her keys to get in. He deposited her in the small bed and stepped back into the hallway, when he heard it. Moaning and the sounds of heavy breathing from Kira’s room.

He cracked open the door and was greeted by the sight of Kira in the sluttiest possible version of a maid outfit on her back, ass pushed away from the bed apparently being fucked by a pair of panties with tentacles in them. Honestly he was just impressed. It was like scene from some of that freaky animated porn the sea elves were into. Seriously a friend had leant him a copy of the fisherman’s wife back in college and he’d never recovered emotionally. Now that it was playing out in front of him though…. He was going to have so much fun with her. He waited and watched as she came her brains out, and as she began to recover from her latest orgasm “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Everything stopped. Kira huffed and puffed for a few moments on the bed before looking up at him, her face immediately turning a shade of red Arthur had only seen once when they had first met. “Is there any particular reason that you’re dressed like that?” She sat up. “Um well, there was this goo-“ she started. “A goo?” She stumbled. “Um yeah, and it turned into clothes.” He kept his face schooled. “Clothes?” She nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked her up and down. “And did… you pick these… clothes?” She struggled to react. “Well I mean- the goo-” He held up a hand, stopping her. “Stand up.” She stood, hands clasped at the waist, head hung in embarrassment in front of him. He looked up at her, and she towered over him. Her tiny little outfit barely left anything to the imagination. He traced a finger down her chiseled midsection, and then made a circular motion in the air. She turned. Her ass poked out of the outrageously short maid skirt.

He grabbed her wrist turning her back around and pulled her down over his lap ass in the air. “Kira, let me guess what happened. You wanted to dress up for me and indulge in a naughty bit of role playing, but you got a little too excited and started without me.” He ran a hand over one perfectly toned cheek, cupping it gently. “If you wanted to be my little maid, you could have just told me.” He brought his hand down. Slap She yelped. “Is that what you want?” Slap “Yes! I want it!” Jerking spasms ran up her body. Slap “Yes, what?” Slap. Her cunt was on fire. She could feel dripping down her leg apparently the supernatural fabric had decided to stop doing its only fucking job. “Yes sir!” He ran one hand up her leg. “Good girl.” Slap “Now, tell me what you want.”