“Don’t tell me how to do it, you insufferable pain in the ass! I know damn well what I’m doing!”

“You sure do, baby.” The words came with a punctuated slap on Tess’ ass, enough to make her tail bounce. “You sure do.”

The tiny tent that the two had set up alongside the road was filled with the sound of barely muted passion, as well as the thick scent of sex that flowed through both of their senses. Battlebitch herself was naked save for her pair of travelling boots, sitting upright with her back leaning against the small bundle of their supplies. Straddling her lap and facing the barbarian woman was Tess, who was far, far more naked than she typically was. Sure, for Battlebitch it was nothing to strip down to her breasts and her enormous cock and swing around any given town trying to knock things over with it, but the Felpin woman had staked almost her entire identity on being obscured. Hiding her lineage from those that would judge her for it, hiding her face from those that would mock her. That night, the young woman wore only a few loose wrappings around her face, and even then the Battlebitch was reaching for them.

“I want to see…” Came the hushed whisper filling the tent, though Tess’ response to it was so stark and surprising that it actually brought her riding to a stop. She settled down on Battlebitch’s lap, and though the thick length stretching and straining her folds was difficult to merely rest on for any length of time, she couldn’t help but move her hands up, grabbing her lover’s as they reached for her. Battlebitch simply smiled fondly, her wrists twisting out of Tess’ grip until she could once again stretch out for them. “Relax. Cinnastix said she wouldn’t catch up with us for another few days. It’s just us.”

“...hrmnf.” Tess grumbled a little, and the wrappings from around her face slowly became undone. Bit by bit Battlebitch peeled them away as delicately as she had during their first night in the Forgetful Fuckcabin, though there were no secrets anymore. She knew just what was on Tess’ face, but more importantly, she simply desired to see her. Once the wrappings were discarded the warrior pulled her fingers up, brushing her touch down the alchemist’s cheek with a glowing, almost goofy smile spreading over her lips.

“There’s my girl.” She whispered, before suddenly interrupting the sweetness with an abrupt statement. “Now! Time to really get to it!”

“W...What do you mea-gah!” Tess still hadn’t quite gotten used to just how Battlebitch made love. The warrior was a creature of passion and ferocity, and it probably shouldn’t of surprised the Felpin woman as she was suddenly rolled back onto her shoulders and drilled deep and hard with every inch of the Battlebitch’s cock. Completely naked without so much as her mask covering her face, Tess’ lips opened wide and she gave a sudden yelp of surprise, finding herself immediately trapped underneath the layers of thick muscle that she had come to know. Her hands stretched out, bracing to Battlebitch’s shoulders, caressing down her sculpted biceps and teasing her nails across her flesh. She grit her teeth in faux-irritation as the thrusting suddenly started to rain down upon her, the wet sound of sex filling their tent, but her stoic and sour disposition was little more than an act.

Not that she’d admit it that she noticed as much.

Regardless, with the taboo of their eventual union behind them there was no good reason to dance around it anymore, and ever since they had gotten back on the road things had continued between the two. The insides of their little tent were filled with the smells and sounds of steamy lovemaking every night, and as much as Tess would be rue to admit it, it was...pretty great. There weren’t many things that the Battlebitch knew how to do well, and that shortlist included killing monsters and fucking. Thankfully, those were the only two things Tess ever needed her for.

“The...The fuck did I tell you about that name?!” Tess hissed through her teeth, struggling to keep her senses about her. The woman finally managed to wrap her legs around Battlebitch’s waist, locking her feet behind the small of her back and pulling her hips up to meet her thrusts even tighter. The look on Battlebitch’s face, red with the recent slap, made it clear that the warrior had used that forbidden pet name simply because she wanted struck. A brow raised and a large toothy grin loomed over the Felpin woman, and the warrior hissed through her teeth as she drew herself ever-near the slender catgirl.

“...you...are adequate in bed.” She offered a gentle voice, and moved a hand up to slide across the Battlebitch’s cheek. “I suppose.” Undaunted and well-used to Tess’ grouchy demeanor by now, the Battlebitch simply beamed and leaned in close, pressing a heated and hungry kiss to the other woman’s lips. It lasted only a few quick presses, and once she had a taste of the alchemist on her tongue she squeezed their foreheads together, whispering hotly to her friend as curtains of black hair surrounded their faces.

“That...that doesn’t even make sense.” The alchemist murmured, a brow raising in confused irritation. “People don’t even walk ca-nnnnnn…”

Her head rolled back and her hips rose from the ground as the larger, more powerful woman started thrusting again. It’d be another long night between the two, just like they had all been since their time at the Forgetful Fuckcabin. And as much as she hated to admit it, Tess didn’t miss those lost hours of sleep at all.

...mostly.

“Zzznnn...f...fuck you Shinstickx…” The Felpin’s voice murmured through her mask, half-muffled by the layers of cloth that covered it. “F...fuckin...hate y’so...sho much…” From underneath her Battlebitch simply rolled her eyes with a smile, and clutched the Felpin closer against her as she continued to walk. It was a new day on their travels and once more they had run into an increasingly-familiar issue; specifically the one that the Felpin woman simply couldn’t stay functioning with the scant few hours of sleep she’d get during the long nights spent fucking her new lover. As a Felpin she was used to a minimum of twelve hours and even pushing eight a night was a considerable drain on her energy, but three? Two? Two and a half, with a fifteen minute break for sleepy, sloppy oral sex in the middle? It was no surprise she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

Thankfully, Battlebitch was good at three things, not just two.

Killing monsters.

Fucking hot bitches.

Carrying heavy things. Even if those things included hot bitches.

Their travels had continued over the past week mostly because Battlebitch took the time in the morning to take down the tent on her own, packing everything up while her lover dozed. When the entire campsite would be ready she’d take her time re-dressing Tess, slipping the woman back into her clothing and even re-wrapping her face to keep it obscured. She’d pull the girl’s hood up, tuck every last stitch perfectly into place, and even make sure her tail was properly and comfortable tucked within her robe. It was a bit of a shame Tess was never awake to see just how delicate she was in doing it. Once Tess had been fully clothed the warrior would put the girl’s alchemist backpack on her own back, and hoist the Felpin up into her arms.

What good was having slick, sexy muscles if you couldn’t carry hotties around everywhere you went?

Tess comfortably slept in Battlebitch’s arms during the entirely early morning of every day since their night at the cabin. She was a deep sleeper and fairly light, and her tiny frame was hardly a strain for the toned figure of the great warrior. In the worst case scenarios Battlebitch simply pretended like carrying the Felpin around with her was a form of training, and in the best case scenarios it felt...romantic. More romantic than the warrior had ever really seen herself being.

It was late in the afternoon that day when Tess started to wake up, the result of Battlebitch gently stirring her and calling out her friend’s name. Her eyes fluttered underneath her mask and her body soon realized just where she was; another morning spent sleeping in against the powerful chest of her only true friend. With a groan and a sleepy yawn Tess started to wiggle out of Battlebitch’s arms, steadying herself on her feet as she leaned in against her. It took her some time, but soon she was blinking the sleep away as she looked around where they had been brought.

“W...where are we?” She murmured, a head moving up to rub at her head. “Did I sleep i-”

“Eight-dicked spider gods, Tess, of course you did. Four in the afternoon, you lazy bitch.” Battlebitch only wore a huge smirk as she spoke, showing that there was no true contempt behind her words. She slipped an arm around the Felpin’s shoulders and pointed into the distance, where a large, round building sat half-sticking out of the ground. A few pillars of smoke were drifting up into the sky, and in the far distance the sound of light revelry could be heard. “Look, Tess! Dwarves!”

“Dwarves?” The Felpin grumbled, and stifled another yawn as she stared into the distance. She had long since stopped trying to track their location on any sort of map; too many direction-altering fuckjob fairy forests for that. “We’re that far west, then?”

“Guess so.” Battlebitch beamed, and a hand lowered to take the Felpin’s. She interlocked their fingers in intimate fashion, and beamed as she tugged at her grip. “C’mon, let’s go check it out! Maybe find a nice, curvy dwarf lady to share!”

“Nnng, Battlebitch, no.” Tess hissed, tugging her hand away as she glared at the warrior. “Look, you know I don’t care if you go and…” She tried to think of a proper way to put it. “Demolish pussy.” Good enough. “But I told you, that sort of thing isn’t for me. I’ll just get a room and work on my research while y-”

“Oh, come on, Tess!” Battlebitch beamed, spinning on a heel and taking the alchemist’s hands anew. She held them tighter this time as she walked backwards, tugging the Felpin along with her and showcasing a huge smile. “Dwarves don’t have anything against Felpin, and their women are amaaaaaazingly slutty! Let your tail and your ears hang out, and enjoy a little! I wanna share this with you! I don’t wanna fuck hot shortstack sluts without my girlfriend nearby!”

“I am not your girlfriend.” Came Tess’s stern response, her hands however unable to break free of Battlebitch’s grip. “You are my...occasional bedroom companion. Not unlike a servant I call upon when I have needs that require tending.”

“Pfft, such a pussy sometimes.” The Battlebitch rolled her eyes, and glanced back at the dwarven bunker. “Fine. You don’t have to play with us. But honestly, Tess, you don’t know what you’re missing. Dwarven girls have the best tits you’ve ever seen! They’re round and perfect and squishy and...mmm.”

“Charming.” Tess rolled her eyes, though she began padding her way towards the bunker alongside the other woman. “Have fun, then. I’ll set up my lab in a room and get some work done, and you can…”

“Fuck dwarves.” Battlebitch nodded eagerly. “Gonna delve really deep and really greedily.”

“Yeah, good fucking luck with that.”

It was well past midnight by the time Tess was really wishing she hadn’t slept so late the day previously. Maybe if she had woken up around noon she’d be able to get some sleep despite the constant noise coming from the adjoining wall, but as it was she had been laying flat in the tiny, dwarf-sized bed, staring up at the wall and obsessively listening. Banging, moaning, slapping...all of the familiar sounds were there. In the past year Tess had been forced to listen to the Battlebitch fuck her way through the valleys and forests of the world, but that particular night she knew she wasn’t going to be able to push it out of her mind. It was one thing to plug her ears and grumble about the Battlebitch getting her cock wet at every stop along the way, it was another to lay there idly knowing that she could very easily be enjoying the fun.

“Nnn...fucking bitch.” The Felpin hissed through her teeth, her fingers tightening against the sheets. The hammering thuds from the next room were familiar to her by now; the rhythm matched Battlebitch’s power when the warrior was in the heat of passion. She knew that feeling well. Hard and tight and like being struck by lightning in only the most sensuous of fashions; it was a power that left you gasping for more and hotter than before. The damn woman knew how to fuck as well as she boasted, and in that very minute she was doing it to someone other than her Felpin sidekick.

She wasn’t jealous. How could she be, all things considered? She had encouraged Battlebitch to go about it, even turned down the chance to join. She wasn’t jealous of whatever lucky dwarf woman that shared the warrior’s bed that night, and even if she was, so what? The next stop along the road it’d be just the two of them again, and the Felpin could indulge once more in the relationship she was becoming addicted to, and yet...still enormously ashamed of down to her intellectual core.

“...fuck.” The Felpin finally hissed, and shot straight up in her bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She was in a foul mood at she got up that night, standing up from her bed and padding her way towards the door. As a general rule Tess never fully undressed when they were in public; her bra and panties were a constant as was the thick blue cloth that wrapped around her face, hiding her deepest secret from the world. If they were in a human settlement she’d be wearing a robe to hide her tail and ears, but the dwarves didn’t seem to have any hostility to her people. It was for that reason that she was somewhat content peeking out the door, and after making sure nobody was lingering in the hallway started to make her way out.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She was hating herself for what she was about to do; that intellectual part of her practically screaming. She was a brilliant alchemist! One of the finest scholars of her people! She was, in a word, above this sort of nonsense! Certainly, a woman of her skills and intelligence was better than roaming around a dwarven bunker in her bra and panties about to burst in on a horse-cocked warrior fucking a dwarf! The time she had made slow, sweet love to the pretty elf girl, Letty, that was more her speed. That was more fitting her brilliance and her station.

But unfortunately...Letty was nowhere to be seen, and as Battlebitch would’ve expertly put it: kitty needed fucked.

“...I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Tess grumbled with a shamed voice, before suddenly turning her attention to the door. She’d feel guilty about her life decisions in the morning, for now? The party was about to get bigger. The door swung open by Tess’ powerful swing, and the thin Felpin woman stood in the doorway gazing in on the scene before her. There was a pretty dwarven woman just as she had predicted, sitting naked in the lap of her dear friend Battlebitch. She had burst in on the two in the middle of their session, and Tess took a brief moment to enjoy the sight of it all.

Battlebitch didn’t look so surprised, leaning back in her boots and gloves, one hand on the dwarf’s round ass and the other idly rubbing her chin. The warrior was just as magnificent as always; muscular and sculpted and gloriously strong, with a thick, impressive cock half-wedged into a sweet piece of wet pussy. She smirked knowingly at the Felpin as Tess thrust her finger forward, pointing to the dwarf as she slammed the door behind them.

“You!” She swore, the wrappings of her mask failing to muffle her sudden cry. “I don’t know your name, but you don’t get to enjoy that cock without me!”

The dwarf girl was still somewhat surprised as the masked Felpin suddenly rushed towards her, stepping forward and snatching Battlebitch’s sword. She pulled it free and tossed it aside to make way for her own leg as it swung upwards, bracing against Battlebitch’s lap as her hands pulled to the back of the dwarf’s styled and elegant hair. Without another word Tess yanked the dwarf’s face down against her panty-clad sex, and much to her surprise she felt the instant workings of the curvy woman’s tongue. Apparently, all she had to do when she wanted eaten out was grab a woman’s head and force it into her lap.

“Well, that…” Tess murmured, twitching a little as she felt a tongue pad against her panties. “That was...easier than I thought it’d be.”

“Told ya.” Battlebitch grinned, and her hands moved to lock against the curvy dwarf’s waist. “Dwarves are the biggest slutty cumdumps this side of the desert.” She emphasized her point by delivering a hot, hard smack to the dwarven woman’s ass. “Isn’t that right, Lady Torthen?”

Lady Torthen was a dwarf of some regard. The oldest daughter of a prestigious house, she was now middle-aged and well married with several children that were politically active and very respected amongst the various dwarven kingdoms. She was; as a side note, a notorious tramp in her own right, and she was proving that much in between Battlebitch and Tess that evening. For the first time ever the two travelling partners shared a third person in between them, and it just so happened to be the wonderfully freckled ass of an older dwarf. After Tess had burst into the room Battlebitch’s length had pulsed and thickened in excitement, and all of a sudden the curvy woman’s pussy felt all the tighter by comparison. With a renewed glee the warrior had pressed her hands into those curvy hips and held on tight, thrusting up from the chair as the dwarf still struggled to keep herself kneeling and balanced. It was a little more difficult now thanks to the Felpin woman greedily pulling down her face to force the woman to lick against her folds, but the strength of the two strangers was easily enough to keep her in place should she falter.

“Glad you finally decided to stop bein’ such a fuckin’ priss.” Battlebitch grinned wide as slapping noises filled the air, her cock throbbing against the walls of the tight, wet dwarf. Her eyes were cast on Tess’ mask; which she knew was off limits now no matter how great her desire was to kiss the other woman. “Gonna be joining me from now on for this kind of stuff?”

“One...one time thing.” Tess grumbled in response, her tail swishing from side to side. Her panties had already been soaked and pulled down to hitch in between her knees, dangling there as the dwarf’s thick, wet tongue peppered over the front of her slit. She was already breathing deep with excitement and her fingers had pulled down to thread into the other woman’s hair, holding her face firmly in place as she continued to address her lover. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Yeah, right.” Battlebitch grinned without the trace of belief in her voice, and she focused instead on the wonderfully tight body of Lady Torthen. The warrior, so toned and fit, had a wonderful appreciation for the curvy frame of a stout dwarf. Breasts that were great and round and fun to squeeze, hips that felt perfect to brace your hands against, and a rump that offered a wonderful bit of cushion as one’s slap slammed hard and fiercely against it. Though the Battlebitch had always been something of an equal opportunity shameless slut; willing to fuck just about anyone that was cute enough to garner her eye, she didn’t often get to enjoy the curvier sorts of lovers. As an unfortunate side effect of mostly fucking peasant girls, not a huge amount of them were well fed.

But this one? Lady Torthen...so tight and fun and round only in the best places. She mixed the excess of comfort that came with being dwarven nobility with the need to still look presentable at court, and the end result felt just wonderful while wrapped around Battlebitch’s cock. After a moment of enjoying the woman’s waist in her hands the warrior couldn’t help to let them explore, slipping up Lady Torthen’s back while another hand dropped under her chest. In the same fluid motion Battlebitch took a tight handful of one of the dwarf’s breasts, and her other hand threaded into the same red hair as Tess’, pushing the dwarf’s face a little harder against the Felpin slit offered to her.

“Eat that pussy good, m’lady.” Battlebitch grinned wide, still thrusting into the dwarf from below. “S’my best friend you’re going down on, and she gets nothing but the best.”

The moan that came from the dwarven royal made Tess’ cheeks blush underneath the mask, but perhaps not quite as much as the words of her friend did. She could think of no proper response other than to hold her hands down, laying them overtop Battlebitch’s own palm within Lady Torthen’s hair and keeping her firmly in place. Though she didn’t have many words for her dear friend that night, she could certainly think of a few for the dwarven noble.

“You heard the woman, slut.” Tess hissed out, giving in fully to the madness of Battlebitch’s usual Thursday evening. “Keep licking.”

She didn’t always have to be grouchy, after all.

The next few minutes were filled with the sort of crazy passion that Tess had almost always been on the sidelines of, never really getting to experience for herself. And she had to admit, it was pretty damned fun. From her sudden and unexpected orgasm on Lady Torthen’s lovely, freckled features to grinding her pussy on the dwarf’s face when Battlebitch finally came, she was almost instantly glad she had decided to drop in on things. The warrior that had swept Tess up into her assistance so many months ago had always made the invite for her Felpin friend to join her, but only now did she truly take part and enjoy. And she had to admit...she regretted how many times she had said no.

When the Battlebitch filled up Lady Torthen’s pussy with her usual copious load of cum, Tess had been right there alongside the pair, watching the dwarf’s face as she took it all in. Cheeks glowing red under her pretty freckles, sweat lining her brow and that aristocratic hair just barely out of place...it was a beauty that Tess didn’t usually see in the faces of other people. Could all of those stupid, annoying rednecks that Battlebitch liked to fuck have potential for such prettiness, too?

Either way, it didn’t stop Tess from getting involved when the Battlebitch pulled her cock free of the dwarf’s pussy. Tess quickly leaned in and scooped two of her fingers inside of the dwarf’s hole, stirring and scooping at some of the warm, white cream that had collected inside of her. She couldn’t eat any of it herself thanks to her mask, but that didn’t stop her from ushering it straight up and pushing it past the moaning dwarf’s lips. Lady Torthen, like the slut she was, slurped against the fingers of the woman yet totally unknown to her, eagerly cleaning and sucking down every last ounce she was offered. When Tess’ fingers went free she even leaned forward as if requesting more, though Tess just grinned under her mask as she replied.

“You’ll get more soon, I’m sure.” She promised, and made the dwarf howl again with the same two fingers sticking back in her pussy. “If it’s one thing I know, this musclebound bitch can go all night.” And with that she moved her fingers out of Lady Torthen’s slit once more, scooping out a large dose of thick white cream. When her hand trailed past Lady Torthen and started moving towards Battlebitch, the warrior just grinned and opened her mouth wide with a large smile. She even stuck her tongue partially out, eagerly ready to slurp her own cum from her best friend’s fingers, served from the gravy boat of a dwarven royal’s pussy.

It was a good night.

The cum didn’t land on her tongue; however, and when Tess’ hand drew near she simply turned her fingers upward, pressing them flat to Battlebitch’s brow and swiping them straight down her face. Long streaks of cum ran down the muscular woman’s features as she gasped in surprise, and Tess pulled her hand back with something that equated to a giggle from the otherwise stern and stoic woman.

“That’s...for…” She pondered, shrugging. “I don’t know. But you’ve done so many rude things to me in the past month, I’m sure you deserved it. Oh!” She snapped her cum-marked fingers, a dot of it landing on Lady Torthen’s face. “That’s for when you spit in my mouth three nights ago. I don’t know what compelled you to do that.”

Battlebitch looked up at Tess, her face marked with cum and the weight of a naked dwarven royal still gasping in her lap. She could only smile despite the white lining her features, and throw her head back in a hearty, happy laugh.

“Fair enough, Tess.” She grinned, and gestured to the dwarf once more. “Now c’mon. Let’s wreck this bitch as a team.”

It was clear that Tess and Battlebitch had a special bond that night, but not for a minute did Lady Torthen feel like she was out of the loop. If anything, the two women were focused entirely on her during the night’s events, enjoying the curvy and kind royal with every lewd delight accessible to them. From the chair they swept towards the bed and pushed Lady Torthen flat on her back, and while Tess moved to straddle her face once more with that lightly-furred pussy, Battlebitch straddled her chest and flopped that enormous cock squarely in between her full, round breasts. Lady Torthen didn’t get to see much of what happened over the next fifteen minutes, her mouth filled with the taste of the Felpin woman and her eyes obscured by the tight rear of the same. From time to time the flickering of the catgirl’s tail could be seen from the corner of her eye, but mostly she was forced into a wet, hungry service that her dwarven mouth was all too eager to enjoy.

A professional tip she had picked up from her soldiers: spelling the dwarven alphabet with one’s tongue was a surefire way to make a pussy happy.

While she serviced Tess Battlebitch enjoyed her breasts quite thoroughly, her cock wet from the recent fucking and throbbing intensely between those full, fleshy breasts. Both of the women worked to hold those great orbs against Battlebitch’s cock as she fucked them, Tess and the warrior leaning in to ensure the grip around her shaft was nice and tight and firmly secure. When the hammering of the warrior’s hips grew to a certain level of intensity they all knew what was about to happen, and sure enough a few seconds later her member started throbbing in delight, spurting and squirting and painting Lady Torthen’s chin and Tess’s pussy with cum. The Felpin was demanding as ever, though, and just because her friend had painted her folds with cum she saw that as no excuse for the dwarf to stop.

The rest of the night went on like that, with the two women sharing Lady Torthen in all the ways they could. One moment the dwarf’s short legs were being scissored by the catgirl’s as her head hung over the side of the bed, fucked deep and sloppy by the barbarian’s cock. The next she was pressed down flat until her chubby breasts squeezed against the bed, her screams of delight muffling into the sheets as Battlebitch desperately claimed her ass. While it happened Tess simply sat on her shoulders to keep her firmly in place, keeping her hard claws passing over the dwarf’s waist, leaving her gasping and shuddering when the thick rod in her rear simply wasn’t enough. The final fuck of the evening came as Tess cradled the dwarf’s back against her chest, and the warrior fucked each of them in turn. Three strikes into Lady Torthen’s slit before offering two harder ones to Tess, swapping and switching their wet, hungry pussies and enjoying the delights each had to offer. During it Tess clutched the smaller and heavier girl against her, screaming against her mask and breathing heavy in delight, all while the Lady Torthen wriggled and writhed as she was claimed by the two strangers. Battlebitch was as relentless and fuck-hungry as ever, enjoying the wonderful grip on both tight pussies, watching as Torthen’s full breasts bounced with each push or Tess’ thighs twitched when she hilted herself inside. When that final moment came she simply couldn’t decide whose pussy would get the final burst of her release and so she shared it sweepingly between the two; holding her cock at the base and squirting across both women’s folds. Each one was left gasping and whimpering as they felt their respective slits painted in white, and by the time they rolled onto their sides they had begun reaching down, fingering each other with the warrior’s cum as all the extra oil they required.

Battlebitch crashed down to the bed shortly after, and once Tess and Lady Torthen brought each other to a pair of once-more groaning orgasms pulled the two sweat and cum-covered ladies against her. She maneuvered the dwarf to rest against one of her arms while Tess claimed the other, and it was with a delighted smile that she felt their arms and legs wrap about her frame.

“Mmm. Lady Torthen, thanks for your hospitality.” Battlebitch beamed, gazing at the exhausted dwarf whose hair didn’t look quite so royal anymore. “Are there...many more of your kingdom’s bunkers nearby?”

“W...Whew...well…” The dwarf woman gave a sleepy smile, her face turning from Battlebitch’s to the masked Felpin, whose ears had started to droop from fatigue. “My sister’s lands are only thirty miles to the southwest. If you visit her, I’m sure she would be...equally accommodating.” In other words, her sister was a huge cock-craving bitchslut too.

“Sounds good.” Battlebitch smiled, and gazed down at the masked catgirl hugging onto her. “Tess? Wanna go see her, too?” There was no mystery about what it would entail; to process of ‘going to see’ Lady Torthen’s sister would be another wet mess of cum, sweat, and the special sort of insanity only the Battlebitch could generate. The Felpin swallowed, and thought about it for a brief moment before responding.

“...fine, but it’s the last time.” She murmured, burying her masked face against the Battlebitch’s dark hair. “I mean it.”