the audacious, blue eyed elf

The Blosbian looks at the shorter, mischievous elf again and smiles slyly at her. She can’t be sure, but Tiza swears she sees the elf lick the corner of her lips. A hint of a smile plays upon the elf’s face.

Still smiling, Tiza motions for the elf to come closer with her finger. With no hesitation, she walks forward. Before the elf has taken two steps, her leader grabs her arm and asks something in a language that Tiza doesn’t know. The shorter elf replies irritably and yanks her arm away. The bigger woman shakes her head, but the blue eyed elf ignores it and continues her walk.

By the time she’s standing a foot away from Tiza, her lips are parted in a full smile and she’s definitely panting with excitement. This one is going to be easy, the Blosbian imagines. She cups her breast in one hand and gently squeezes, eyeing the elf the whole time.

Needing no prompting, the blue eyed beauty comes right up to Tiza and engulfs the Blosbian’s dark blue nipple within her watering mouth. Tiza bites her lower lip to stave off a moan. She takes a fitful of golden hair and crushes the elf’s face against her breast.

The lean elf, still standing next to her leader, yells something, but the shorter elf ignores her completely and continues her meal of Tiza’s nipple. The Blosbian’s chest heaves back and forth as Tiza’s excitement builds. She lifts her tail and begins to wrap it around the elf and herself, binding them inextricably. Their soft bodies are mashed against each other; both women love the heat and feel of their proximity.

The buxom elf screams a curse and marches forward. Tiza’s face darkens and the nipple sucking elf breaks off her work. She cranes her head around as far as it will go and yells something back at her leader. The elf continues to get closer, ignoring the protests. When she’s close enough, she grabs a coil of tail. A Blue blur whips around from behind the Blosbian and snaps around the elf’s neck.

Tiza squeezes her second, newly formed tail, the one around the leader’s neck. The elf falls to her knees, gasping. The short elf, still in the confines of the first tail, protests in that other language. Tiza, still holding her hair, yanks her head back, hard. The elf shuts up immediately.

The Blosbian releases the buxom elf who crawls backward, clutching her neck and sputtering. She looks warily at Tiza, but she’s got the message. The third elf kneels next to her leader and examines her neck.

The Blosbian looks back at the blue eyed elf. There’s a nervous glint in her eyes and that pleases Tiza immensely. Now it’s time for some fun.