Pumping for Information

Pacing Move

[2] Reveal a New Detail

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The rest passes in a blur as Lavorra and Zeya are tugged this way and that by the horns and hands. One moment, Lavorra is pumping Skrain two-handed, as the young Daemon tips his head back, moaning in a surprisingly soft tone. The next, she has a mouthful of Kurn’s cock, a slap to the back of her head causing her to see stars as well as tears.

Zeya is laid over the table, squirming as he head is tipped back, and her mouth violated by the unnamed soldier.

Finally, they cling to each other on the floor, blue and red bodies entirely naked, coated with shot after shot of the Daemon’s pungent, thick cum.

Time passes, and Zeya’s peaceful snores fill the shelter, the Tiefling woman laid on her side on a bundle of blankets, her nude and slender back and a mane of curly hair all that Lavorra can see of her. It is oddly comforting, hearing her snuffles and breathing. Her jaw aches, as do her hands and chest, but the ordeal is over.

Skrain hands her the sponge, and she wipes the last of the seed from her chest gratefully. Still naked, she kneels beside the young Daemonspawn, who takes the sponge back wordlessly, dumping it into the water-filled bucket that he snuck back with, after the others had left.

“You make a strange Daemon.” She observes, dabbing at her wet body with another blanket taken from Zeya’s supplies.

“You make a strange Devil.” He replies. Then he pauses, “I’m not sure why I said that. It sounded better in my head.”

They sit together awkwardly. Of all the soldiers, he was the most gentle, the least involved. It’s hard to recall, the experience thankfully starting to blur together, but she has a feeling neither she nor Zeya ever used anything but their hands on him. And did he actually…?

She flickers her eyes to the side, narrowing them. He is naked, too, his cock not quite soft - probably impossible given the two nude Tieflings he has for company. She could probably take him on, alone - at the very least get behind him and use his own weight to **** him out. But she cannot deny there is something almost kind about his face, and something a little sad in that broken horn.

“We’re going to be stuck here. Aren’t we?” She murmurs, nodding towards Zeya, the outline of a plan starting to form. She wipes her lips, laying back against him, blue skin against his orange tone.

“Yes. She is.” He replies, his arm awkwardly shifting to encircle her. She can feel his heart - hearts? - drumming against his chest. Is he nervous? “But you could still get out, if you’re new here.”

Zeya said something similar.

She turns to look up at him, internally rolling her eyes at herself, for how much she enjoys the intense heat of his Daemonic form. Her leg bends, passing over his, her thigh pressing against his member. He grunts, laying a hand on her leg.

_Action Focus [AH] Deceive (social)_

How well is Lavorra able to seduce Skrain?

How much?

[6] Extraordinary

“What do you mean?” She asks, eyes wide, adding just enough desperation - not hard to fake - to her voice to make her seem more ****.

He actually squirms, looking over his shoulder as though expecting Kurn and the others to be there. “I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

She shrugs, straightening up, her hand gliding down his chest - muscular and firm, but ridged with natural bone spurs - azure fingers, still deft as ever, tracing a line along his stiffening shaft. “I get that. Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She tilts her head, brushing her hair - shorter in this form - behind one ear. “Hey, I don’t think you ever finished, did you? Do you mind if I?”

She takes a breath, barely believing she’s doing this, and dips her head. Her breath plays on his tip as it springs to, already up and throbbing. She presses her lips to it, then swirls her tongue around, taking time to explore the flanged ridges around his cockhead. He is far better cleaned than the others - still sporting a warm, unusual musk, but more natural than from laziness. Her nostrils flare a little, drinking him in, and liking what she finds.

“Stop.” He breaths, and her head snaps up, alarmed, “I mean, I-“ She can see him struggling with it, wanting her badly, some **** in his nature hungry to take, to violate, fighting a battle against something else inside him.

“You don’t have to. If you don’t - why are you?”

She smiles, genuinely, and leans down again. “Call it whore’s perogative.” She murmurs.

“You’re not a - ahh.” He groans as she envelopes him, wrapping her lips around his tip as she takes him into her mouth. His hand settles soft in her hair, his place as a gentle dominant strangely reminding her of the Alraune.

He curses something ugly in Daemonic, hips bucking involuntarily, his knees drawing up, as Lavorra’s small blue head bobs up and down in his lap, filling the shelter with soft, tender wet slaps.

“Listen - there’s, fuck, a Menhir outside the village. It’s what keeps this place -“ he breathes shallowly, and she places a hand on his chest to soothe him as she gulps him down further, opening her throat to welcome him inside.

“Kep tulkin. Lihk yur voish.” She mumbles around his cock, flicking her eyes up to his.

“You’re beau - shit - those eyes… It keeps this place controlled. Anyone here longer than a few days, can’t leave if they wanted to. Yuh - you still could.”

She files the information away as she comes up for air, releasing his slick cock with a noisy wet pop. She glances over her shoulder, checking to make sure Zeya isn’t disturbed. She lays still, turned on her back now, breasts pooling on her chest, one arm splayed out.

She strokes Skrain, then settles back down, laying on her side, letting him see the valley of her hip rising back into her heart-shaped bum, as she presses her lips to him again. “Where do I find it?” She asks demurely, his member smushed against her cheek.

“Go from the west wall till you see a scorched - Dark Father! - oak tree, it’s ten paces from there.” He gasps as she drops her mouth over him without warning, taking him to the base.

She’s always been good at this, she admits to herself, with a pink blush, and curling of her toes. And she cannot deny how wet it has made her, her pussy slick at the sensation of sucking Skrain’s cock.

“But it’s guarded. And enchanted. You won’t be able to - to - to -“ he stammers, thighs shuddering. Lavorra closes her eyes, loosening her mouth on him, tongue glued to the base of his member as he climaxes inside her mouth.

She does her best to swallow him, but his load is thick and full, some of it splattering out from the seal of her lips against his pelvis. She gulps thickly, and gags on him, and he grasps her horn - making her bite her lip - pulling her off him quickly.

“Suh - sorry.” He mutters, “didn’t know it was coming. Didn’t want you to ****.”

“I was **** on you before you finished.” She grins, mouth messy, her eyes shining with tears of exertion. She blushes, unable to believe what she’s just said. Or done.

He actually blushes too, his cheeks turning a deeper umber colour. His hand finds her cheek, pulling her face towards his. In that moment, she would very much like to kiss him. But she draws back.

“Trust me, you don’t want to. I might still have a bit of Kurn in my mouth.”

He grimaces in disgust, then claps a hand over his mouth, stifling his laughter. She giggles too, wiping her own mouth, and fishing in the bucket again for the sponge.

He pulls on his clothes with a groan, moving slowly, as though stunned. She remains naked, following him up as he stands. He towers over her, as she stands before him, hands clasped behind her back.

“Just. Be careful.” He mumbles, pointedly looking away from her nude form. “Get out while you can. It’s going to get a lot worse here.”

He squeezes her arm awkwardly, then hurries out of the shelter. She watches him go with a surprising sense of disappointment. But whatever that was, it worked. She has the next steps figured out, and a way to save Zeyariel, and the other women.

And she liked it.

She pads from the doorway, gathering up her blankets and scooting down beside Zeya. Her friend murmurs softly, one eye half open. She reaches out, her arm looping around Lavorra’s waist, and drawing her in. Lavorra feels a warm glow travel across her skin as she snuggles in, the petite Tiefling spooning her, breasts squashed against her back.

Holy Matron, that feels nice.

“Lavvy.” Zeya murmurs, instinctively adopting the nickname that her friends have always used. It deepens the comfort that she feels, and she clasps Zeya’s hand to her chest. “Was someone here?”

She mumbles sleepily, head pressed into Lavorra’s thick head of hair, which slowly begins to return to its scarlet hue, the blue of her skin fading back to pale white. The horns are the last to go, and she feels she will miss them.

“Just Skrain. Go back to sleep Zey.” She kisses the Tiefling woman’s knuckles, wiggling her bum against her as she gets comfortable.

“What happened?” She asks, her breath hot on Lavorra’s ear. Zeya’s hand slips down Lavorra’s smooth, soft stomach, caressing her. Lavorra feels arousal resurfacing, her body painfully aware of the fulfilment it’s given, and not received. Despite her exhaustion, she wills Zeya’s hand to move further down.

“I sucked his cock. Learned a few useful things.” She replies, breath catching as Zeya’s fingers tickle her lower belly. She speaks the words with relish, biting her lip, feeling as though her mouth is still full and working, as she says the word cock.

“Dirty girl.” Zeya coos in her ear. Lavorra lets out a soft whine.

Do the girls help each other out?

Yes/No (Likely)

[2,5] No

Zeya’s fingers slacken and still. Lavorra turns her head, worried for a moment. “Zey?”

A snore is her reply. She sighs, a little disheartened, but regards Zeyariel’s sleeping features fondly. “Going to get you out of here. I promise.” She murmurs, pressing her lips to the sleeping Tiefling’s brow. She turns back, snuggling in, and gives herself over to sleep.