A Brief bit of Back Alley Fun ♥♥

Di-ding...!

That metallic jingling sound rings out through the air as Krvavy herds her precious puppy back onto the street once more. The door swings shut behind barbarian and Were-Beast, clicking softly as it fully closes on its own. A familiar bright green sign trimmed with silver braided lines hangs above their heads, swaying slightly from the gentle breeze blowing between these rather fancy buildings.

For absolutely no reason at all, some random pedestrian decides to cross over to the other side of the road.

“Okay...” Krvavy slowly exhales, taking a moment to adjust her backpack and ensure that its straps rest flat over her pauldrons. That doesn’t exactly make it more comfortable for her though. The armour she is wearing is fairly well padded so such a small shift doesn’t make much of a difference. “Now we just need to pick up some flour... and oats...” She idly mutters to herself, already heading down the slightly busy street.

Not a single person out here even gets close to intruding on either the Drakling or her green-skinned companion’s personal space. These random city folk aren’t doing that out of kindness, of course, but Krvavy still appreciates it all the same. She is even more thankful for that today than she usually is.

“Rrrrrgh... Break time.” Khalia abruptly declares.

“Huh?” The barbarian blinks in surprise as a strong paw-like hand firmly grabs onto her wrist. “Are you hungry already?” Rather than an answer, she instead gets rather roughly tugged to the side.

“Yeessss~...” Absolutely nothing about how the Were-Beast said that one single is word is trustworthy. But she does have a hungry gleam in her bright amber-gold eyes... so...

“Wait.” Krvavy realizes her error too late. She is already being forcibly lead into a nearby alleyway.

That... wasn’t just hunger she saw in her precious puppy’s intense gaze... Or at least not the normal kind that can be sated with food alone...

“Hehhheheheheeh~...!” Soft cackles echo around the relatively barren back alleys. The various sounds of the city beyond grow quieter and quieter as the Orc drags her Draconic lover deeper into these surprisingly maze-like passages.

“Oh, no we’re not–”

“Yes we are...!” Khalia boldly defies her Mate. If it weren’t for the bevor covering her face then she would, without a doubt, be grinning maniacally right now. Well, she still is. But only a bit of that crazed smile can be seen above her armour, tugging at the corners of her eyes. “We not breed for days...! Need Mate now~! Mate need relief~! Mate need to relax~!”

The alleyway comes to a rather sudden dead-end shortly after they turn a corner. Sturdy looking walls surround them on all sides, the buildings looming up ahead and nearly blocking out the sky. Beyond some crates, there is next to nothing back here. Barely any windows and even fewer doors. It is rather cramped, but also surprisingly private.

A near silence hangs in the still air. The sounds of Raseyne have grown so muted that it is as if the city itself has disappeared, despite them being in its depths.

“Hphh...” Half a breath of air is **** through the Drakling’s nostrils. “Fine...” Krvavy grumbles with far less **** that she’d like to admit.

“Yeesss~...!” Khalia quietly cheers, quivering in joy and excitement. “Me not be loud~...!” The Were-Beast struggles to keep her promise even as she makes it. Her ‘whispered’ voice was about the same volume as someone would normally speak...

Without wasting any time at all, the horny hyena spins around on the spot and braces herself against the nearest wall. Her shaggy tail excitedly wags back and forth above her slightly raised ass. Which she is sticking out and impatiently wiggling back and forth.

Krvavy is, once again, reminded of just how skimpy this Orc’s ‘armour’ really is. The leather straps that serve the purpose of ‘shorts’ barely cover those firm, green-skinned cheeks in the slightest.

“Maaate~...!” Khalia whines and begs, glancing back over her shoulder with need in her eyes. “Stop thinking about pinky not-Elfy~...! Take me~...!”

The Drakling raises an eyebrow at that... nickname? She lightly shakes her head. “I wasn’t thinking about her. More that... we might need to take off som–”

“Rrrrgh...!”

A couple of the Were-Beast’s clawed fingers hook beneath the skimpy bit of leather that is just barely maintaining her modesty, pulling it and whatever she has on beneath it to the side. Her plump and needy pussy is promptly exposed.

“That works, I guess.” Krvavy frowns slightly as she looks down at her own armour. She can’t exactly take her loincloth off – not without having to remove the hip tassets and overlapping plates strapped to her tail – but... she can just lift it up. And maybe ‘roll’ the thing around its metal belt loop? That might be a bit odd looking, but as long as it doesn’t fall down and get in her way...

“Maaaaattee~...!”

“Alright, alright, calm down...” The barbarian grumbles back, finding herself smiling despite her mildly exasperated tone. Krvavy would be lying if she said that she wasn’t also rather... eager. Which makes the next few moments all the more painful. It takes a little longer for her to get ready than she expected, mostly since her underwear isn’t quite as easy to pull aside, but soon enough her steadily stiffening shaft is out and on display.

Khalia wiggles even more as her excitement quite literally drips down her green-skinned thighs.

The Drakling steps closer to her precious puppy. “Remember, be quiet.” She cautiously grabs onto her cock, giving it a squeeze as it grows harder in her semi-armoured hand. The half-gauntlet might leave her palm and the undersides of her fingers mostly bare, but it is still metal and still has rather sharp claws. Not exactly ideal for grabbing onto anything sensitive and fleshy, even with her high base armour. Though it is better than the full gauntlet on her left hand...

“Yes Mate~...!” Khalia bucks her hips backwards, pressing her dripping pussy against her Mate’s swelling cockhead. “Now breed~...!”

“A bit hopeful there, huh~?” Krvavy teases her precious puppy, grabbing onto the Orc’s hip in an attempt at keeping that horny hyena relatively still. “You do know that I’m not actually going to breed you, right~?” The very tip of the Drakling’s dick grinds against Khalia’s soaked slit, rubbing up and down but not actually penetrating. Not just yet, at least.

“Rrnnnhh~...!” A rumbling whine, not quite a growl, is the only response that the barbarian gets.

“In fact, I might not even cum inside you~...!”

“Mate!” That single word, that venerable title, is barked out in a tone that can only be described as a combination of indignant and furious. “Rrrrrgh!”

The sharp, metal claws of Krvavy’s armoured left hand dig into her Were-Beast’s fur-covered hip. Not enough to cause even a single point of damage, but enough to be uncomfortable and possibly even a little painful. Which isn’t even intentional. She just needs a firm grip to keep holding the Orc vaguely in place.

“We still have some shopping to do, and I can’t have you leaking cum all over this city~.” The barbarian leans forwards, her hot breath brushing over Khalia’s fluffy ear and causing that rather cute thing to instinctively flick away from that feeling. “But if you’re a good girl, then maybe I’ll finish in your mouth~? You’d like that, right~?”

“Y-yes Mate~...!” And just like that, Khalia’s rebellious attitude is completely quashed. Though she does still wiggle and squirm quite a bit. Not even the promise of her very favourite treat is enough to keep her still. She has far too much energy for that to ever happen. “Me be g-good girl~!”

“Shhh~...”

“Hhhnnghh~...!” The horny hyena tries to be quiet, but that is a pretty big thing to ask of her on a good day. And after nearly a week of next to no relief... Well, she is really struggling to keep her promise as a certain girthy prick penetrates her pussy at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Ma-aaatee~...!”

A hot and wet hole clings onto Krvavy’s cockhead, squeezing down so hard that she is actually having a bit of trouble pushing forwards. “Heh~. Such a needy little puppy, aren’t you~?” The Orc’s constricting cunt swallows the first ridge that lines the Drakling’s dick. With her stiff rod held so tightly like that, her right hand no longer needs to hold onto it.

“Awwha~!” Khalia quietly yelps as a half armoured hand smacks into her ass, groping and kneading her muscled behind. “Maa-aaate~...!” Her whined complaint mingles with her moans.

“Sshhhh~...” Krvavy so cruelly teases, suddenly thrusting forwards just enough to jam half her cock inside the Were-Beast’s pleasure hole. “Ssssshh~...”

Khalia shudders as her Mate’s hot breath brushes over her soft and fluffy ear. “Ghhnhnghhm~...!” She groans in frustration and need. Specks of dust fall down from the wall that she is bracing herself against as her strong clawed fingers dig into the plaster covering it. “Hhhhghnnh~...!”

The Drakling’s dark metal breastplate presses into her Orc’s equally armoured back. Her abs tense and flex as a wildly wagging tail brushes across her bare belly over and over and over again. Each agonizingly small thrust gives that shaggy tail less room to move, yet spurs it on even more.

“Hwaa~!” A soft, gasped yip escapes past the Were-Beast’s bevor. A smouldering and absolutely aggressive look fills her amber-gold gaze as she glares back over her shoulder. “Mate~! Fuck me~!”

Krvavy takes a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of her precious puppy’s burning hot pussy clenching around the entirety of her cock. A firm green-skinned ass squishes into her pale skin as best it can with the barbarian’s armour in the way.

“Maaa-aaaattee~...!” Khalia’s whines grow more **** and more demanding. She tries to fuck herself on her Mate’s length, but... she is pinned against the wall and can barely do more than wiggle and squirm. “Maa–~!”

“Shhh~...! Quiet~...!” The Drakling harshly hisses, cutting off her slightly too loud Orc. A slight scowl plays at her lips as she glares at the bevor standing in her way. That obstructive piece of armour is doing its job quite well, preventing Krvavy from biting or even kissing her precious puppy’s neck...

“Mhhhnh~...!” Khalia’s hot and clingy hole squeezes around her Mate’s length, gripping onto that girthy rod so tightly that it wouldn’t be able to move at all if not for how utterly soaked she is. “Nhghh~...!” She impatiently moans, clenching down on her Draconic Mate’s dick as it slowly begins to thrust in and out of her. “Awwaahhnn~...!”

Krvavy’s clawed gauntlets dig into the shaggy beige-brown fur covering her Were-Beast’s hips. “Haahhh~...!” She blissfully breathes out, relaxing into the gentle pleasures slowly clouding up her mind. A part of her is more than happy to just stay like this, slowly sawing her slick shaft into this sopping slit, but...

“AAARWHOOOOO~!”

Krvavy’s cockhead slams into the entrance of Khalia’s womb, drawing out a loud and lewd howl from the needy Were-Beast. “Shhhnnh~!” Her hissed shushing slurs slightly as her precious puppy’s pent up pussy convulses around her cock. “Haahh~! Really~? Just one hard thrust and – hnnhh~!”

The horny hyena bucks her hips backwards, mashing her firm butt into the barbarian’s body and successfully shutting up her teasing Mate. “Arwwwghhhnn~! Ma-aate~! Be qui-ettt~!”

“Oh, y-you little~...!” The Drakling lets her hollow threat trail off before she can really even make it. A wide grin fills her face despite having just been mocked by her own Orc. “Hhhhah~!”

The sound of firm and toned flesh pounding together fills the cramped alleyway, accompanied by barely restrained moans and gasps. And the occasional euphoric howl.

Pleasure swirls through Krvavy’s increasingly hazy mind. Her eyelids droop down as the tip of her inhuman tongue lazily lolls out past her parted lips. Waves of blissful ecstasy flow through her body as she pistons her prodigious prick into her precious puppy’s pleasure hole.

“AWAhhhmmmgh~...!” The Were-Beast tries to muffler her own happy howl, and she does a fairly decent job at it too. “Mghhhnnh~...!” Khalia’s strong body tenses up, her cunt constricting and convulsing around Krvavy’s colossal cock, desperately trying to milk a thick and virile load from her Mate.

Lewd juices squirt out from where the two wild lovers are joined, splattering onto the dusty ground between their legs. Small chunks of debris fall from the plastered wall as a pair of paw-like hands scratch and claw at it in an orgasmic frenzy.

Neither of them particularly care about that bit of property damage.

“Hhhaa~!” The barbarian sharply breathes out, abruptly pulling the entirety of her throbbing length free from the hot and heavenly fuckhole in front of her. Her heavy sack clenches as she teeters on the edge of relief.

Khalia does not have to be told what to do next. Without wasting even a second, the still-quivering Were-Beast spins back around and drops down to her armoured knees, ignoring the aftershocks of her own orgasm as she sets her eyes on the real prize. Her articulated bevor is pulled down just enough for her plump lips to wrap around the very tip of her Mate’s girthy dick.

Four little tusks gently dig into the underside of Krvavy’s cock. That familiar sensation shatters what remains of her resolve. “Hhhh~!” The Drakling’s dick pulses with pleasure, erupting into her hungry hyena’s mouth.

“Mhhghk~!” Khalia chokes as the first rope of sticky seed shoots into the back of her throat. But she has plenty of practice gulping down her Mate’s cum and won’t let a brief moment of surprise ruin her favourite meal. A delicacy that she is so eager to indulge in. “Mhhhn~!” She shudders and moans as a hand comes to rest atop her head, half armoured fingers shakily ruffling her black-brown hair.

Static creeps at the edges of Krvavy’s vision as a near-overwhelming bliss washes over her mind. The suckling sensation surrounding the very tip of her sensitive shaft is nearly too much on its own. Each flick of her precious puppy’s wide tongue against the underside of her cockhead, focused just beneath the little slit spewing out spurt after spurt of her seed, sends jolts of intense ecstasy through her body.

The barbarian can just barely stay standing. And only because of the strong paw-like hands grasping at her thighs.

Amber-gold eyes, hazy with lust, stare straight up at the Drakling. Unblinking. Like a predator closely watching its prey. Yet... those eyes are also full of love and affection. They are needy. Almost begging. And above all... they are hungry. So very hungry.

Time loses all meaning to Krvavy. Her mind melts into pleasure and ecstasy. Her vision, her perception as a whole, fades to the point where nothing exists but herself and her precious puppy. A foggy haze remains even after her cock stops throbbing so fiercely. Mostly because the wonderfully wet warmth still surrounds its tip, trying to coax out even the last few drops of her creamy cum.

Click.

That sudden sharp noise shocks Krvavy and snaps her back to the present. Her head clear in an instant as she goes on high alert, sweeping her gaze around this cramped alleyway. The windows are all closed and shuttered. Not a single door has been opened. No one else is around.

Click...!

That startling sound rings out once more.

The sharp metal claws of Krvavy’s heavily armoured left hand clumsily fumble with the clasps holding her Were-Beast bevor and gorget in place. Before the barbarian can stop herself, both pieces of armour have been loosened enough that she has **** but to peel them away. With her fumbling now finished, the clicking sound comes to an end.

“Mmrhhhmh~!” Khalia’s happy moan is muffled by more and more of the Drakling’s dick as she takes full advantage of her newfound freedom, forcing as much of that girthy shaft into her mouth and down her throat as she can. “Mmmrrhhhmmh~!” Her plump lips soon reach the root of her Mate’s ridged rod.

Krvavy stifles a sigh. Which sounds more like a lewd gasp... Her precious puppy’s tight throat twitches around her still-sensitive shaft, preventing it from even considering going soft.

Well... If no one has stumbled on them yet, then... there is really no harm in letting Khalia have a bit more fun... Especially since the Were-Beast is being a lot quieter right now...

“Mmmmmrrhhhnnghh~!”

The barbarian bites her bottom lip as that moan vibrates through her length. “Good girl~...” She lovingly coos, softly stroking Khalia’s hair. “Such a good girl~...”