Trudy, the Kinky Noblewoman

"The human girl, hum, Gertrude... Would she really be down for something like this?"

Stella bursts out laughing, leaving Korr confused.

He doesn't respond, for he's not quite sure what he should say.

"You'd be wise not to underestimate Trudy. She may look shy and unfledged, but..." Her eyebrows lift. "She is kind of a freak."

Now it's Korr's turn to raise his eyebrows. "What do you mean, freak?"

"I mean, she's probably the kinkiest person in the tower right now. A threesome with an orc and a witch might not even be the lewdest thing she's done this week."

Korr doesn't know how to react to this new piece of information, so he crosses his arms and tries to look pensive.

"Do you want me to send for her?"

"Hum... Yeah, I think she's a good choice."

"Oh, she is." She flicks her wrists, activating one of her wooden puppets and sending it towards the noblewoman's room. She also sends instructions to the puppets down at the tower's kitchen.

Korr sits on the side of the bed, watching Stella as she takes off her jewelry. He doesn't think he should fully disrobe just yet, but he does take of the breastplate, leaving him in a red silk shirt that clings to his muscled torso.

"Has she ever laid with an orc?" Korr asks.

"With a full orc, I'm not sure. But she has hooked up a few times with Kazath."

There are too many questions he wants to ask the witch, and there is a gentle knock at the door before he finds one he wants to ask first. Stella opens it from a distance with a wave of her hand, and on the other side stands the young noblewoman.

She enters the room silently, looking in turn at the orc and then at the witch. Korr waves his hand at her, and she waves back with a shy smile.

Then, a pair of wooden puppets enter through the open door behind her. One is carrying a tray with cupcakes, the other is carrying a bottle filled with an amber-colored drink.

Trudy's eyes shine when she sees the pastries and the booze, but then her gaze fly back towards Korr.

Stella, noticing the other woman's look, says, "no need to be coy in front of my..." She pauses, as if to look for the words she wants to use to describe her relationship to Korr. "...suitor," she finally lets out. It is almost true, although it makes it sound like he's the one chasing her. Still, he'd rather this than boytoy or plaything, which are terms he wouldn't have been surprised to hear the witch use about him. That, and the little flirty smirk she gives him is more than enough for Trudy to know that there is something going on between them

Trudy's gaze soften considerably, and she gives him a look of camaraderie. They're part of a common club now, the "banged-a-witch" club.

Without further ado, Trudy goes for the cupcake, eating them in a very unladylike fashion. Clearly, she doesn't mind letting loose in front of Stella, and since Korr is the witch's bedfellow, she also allows herself to act freely in front of him.

"So, darling," the witch says while pushing a dark curl behind Trudy's ear. The young woman stops midway through her cake, her lips covered in blue frosting. "Surely by now you figured out why I invited you here."

She stares back at her, then glance towards Korr, then back at Stella. "A hree-ome?" She mutters through the pastry filling her mouth. She swallows, and then tries again. "You want to invite me to a threesome, right?"

"Exactly." Stella's smile is warm, and almost motherly. Seeing this, Korr can't help but wonder what kind of bed dynamic goes on between the two of them when they are just the two. In fact, he's not quite sure what it looks like when two women are together. Lots of hand and mouth play, he presumes.

Stella uncorks the dark booze, and serves two glasses. She holds one towards Korr, who promptly gets up and approach them. Trudy stares back at him with wide eyes as he inches closer; Seeing him up close, she now sees just how much he towers over her, and she places a hand over her chest as she let out a weak gasp.

"Only two glasses?" Korr asks while grabbing his. Instead of answering, Stella simply hands the bottle to Trudy.

"I can't really drink at the castle," the noblewoman whispers. "So I like to let loose when I'm here..."

When the orc brings the glass under his nose to smell the drink, he feels a hand against his belly. Looking down, he sees the young lady, holding the bottle to her lips with one hand, touching his abs. She looks entranced by his muscular midriff.

Her touch over the silk is already enjoyable, so he pulls up his shirt. Her mouth opens on its own as she takes a look at his bare skin. She takes a big swig, and then places her hand back on him. With visible admiration, she trails her fingers over each individual muscle.

While she's getting familiar with the orc's six-pack, Stella comes up behind Trudy, placing her hands on her waist and kissing her neck. The young lady lets out a shy gasp, and then slowly puts the bottle down amidst the few remaining cupcakes, before putting her hand up against Stella's cheek.

The witch whispers something which makes the girl blush. Her hands go up to Korr's belt buckle, while Stella focuses on their dresses. With a flick, she sends arcane sparks onto Trudy's dress, magically undoing the complex lace holding her bodice in place. Her own spidersilk purple dress simply slouches off her, forming into a neat pile at her feet.

Seeing the two women standing in their undergarments, Korr sees no reason to keep his shirt any longer, so he pulls it off over his head. Trudy lets out a gasp at the full sight of his bare torso, and she eyes his muscular hairy chest for a considerable moment.

"You'll have plenty of time to ogle while you ride him, dear," Stella says in a whisper that is just loud enough for Korr to hear her words. He has no doubt this was deliberate on her part.

"May I pick you up?" Korr asks the noblewoman holding his belt.

"You may do anything you want to me, sir."

He doesn't dislike her use of the term sir, and so it is with a smile that he grabs the little lady, holding her up against his chest with one arm. Her head is right next to his, leaving her feet dangling several feet off the ground.

Then, with his other arm, he easily picks up the buxom witch.

"Sooo... strong..." Trudy mutters, looking in absolute awe.

"These muscles aren't just for show," Stella adds, running her hand through Korr's long black hair.

Now that he's taking a much closer look, Korr notices just how gorgeous Trudy is. He wants to kiss her. He wants to suck on her tits. He wants to hold her tight as he pounds her cute little butt.

But then, his gaze turns to Stella. Beautiful, bewitching, glamorous Stella, with her magnificent blue eyes and her big pulpy lips. He can feel the warmth of her thick curves under his arm, and her meaty thighs rubbing against his hip.

He wants to kiss them both. He wants to fuck them both. He realizes how lucky he is that he is about to get his wishes fulfilled.