Lavorra and Zeya enjoy each others company and comfort

Yes/No (Likely): [5,6] Yes, and then some

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Lavorra breaks their kiss, her palm resting against Zeya’s chest. She looks at the Tiefling girl shyly, her legs folded under her as she kneels opposite Zeya. “This… this isn’t just a thank you, is it?”

Zeya moves Lavorra’s hand downward, and inside her shirt: pressing it to her breast, letting her feel the stiffness of her nipple, and the anticipatory goosebumps of her flesh. “It’s not just a thank you. Silly girl.” She grins fondly, “but thank you all the same.”

Her hands hook under Lavorra’s shirt, lifting it up and over the Wood Elf’s head, before removing her own. Lavorra gasps, hands stroking over Zeya’s raven hair as she bends down, tongue tracing circles around Lavorra’s nipples. Lavorra feels her breath growing shallow, and her body quivering. She has needed this so badly. The ministrations of the Alraune were wonderful and comforting, but the kinship she feels with Zeya, their mutual attraction and the bond of their terrible experiences makes this so much more personal.

She feels Zeya pushing her back into the bed, and obeys the wordless command, her thighs pressing together, pussy throbbing as Zeya snuggles in behind her, both girls on their sides just like the last night they spent in the village. She feels the warmth of Zeya’s breasts on her bare back, and their legs tangling together, feet sliding over each other.

Then Zeya’s hand is travelling over her tits, cupping and caressing. Down her stomach, stroking the soft pale flesh of her navel. Sliding between her legs, testing and teasing her wetness.

“I wish I’d seen you with Skrain.” Zeya breathes in her ear, her own voice thick with arousal, “I wish I’d seen you sucking on his cock. I don’t know if I’d have played with myself, or come and joined you.”

Lavorra whines, Zeya’s talented little fingers parting her folds, tracing the lines of her lips, caressing the hood of her clit. “I wanted your hands so badly that night.” She gasps, her own hand sliding behind her to cup Zeya’s tight round bum, fingers groping that wonderful crease where her buttocks meet her thigh. “He was so big, so thick, and so gentle with me. I wish you’d seen, too.”

She trembles in Zeya’s hands, moulded and explored by her friend, squirming softly. Zeya prods her for details, moaning her approval in Lavorra’s ear as she relates how she pleasured Skrain.

Then Zeya’s hand withdraws, and she kneels behind Lavorra, turning her over onto her back, cupping her chin as she kisses her. Their tongues dance together again, but only for a moment, and then Zeya is kissing her way down Lavorra’s stomach: now she is leaving gentle nibbles on her thighs, tiny fangs probing just hard enough to leave a trail of electric pleasure.

Zeya’s face settled between Lavorra’s thighs, her hands gently parting the Paladin’s legs, then guiding Lavorra’s hands to caress her horns. Her tail frisks the air, legs swishing lower down, as she works her tongue hungrily, eyes closed in bliss.

“Fuhk ‘vorra. Oo tasht suh guhd.” Zeyariel’s muffled voice is like a shock to the system. A very good one.

Lavorra feels her toes curl, her soaking wet pussy trembling under Zeya’s servicing. She holds Zeya’s horns gently, aroused by the sensation of holding her down as she works, but moreso by the fact that Zeya wants her hands there.

She moans helplessly as Zeya finds her clit again, tongue circling it this time, sucking at it, drawing it carefully against the slight gap between her front teeth. Her legs lift from the bed, bent at the knee, one calf hooking around Zeya’s neck, drawing her in as the Tiefling sucks and slurps at her Elven pussy.

Zeya moans too, clearly beside herself with pleasure at the act of devouring Lavorra, her expressive feet dancing in the air behind her as Lavorra watches. Trembling, her hips rolling as Zeya’s tongue digs into the valley of her cunny, Lavorra can stand it no longer.

“I need you Zey. I need to taste you, too.”