“There’s nowhere near as many rednecks here.” Tess murmured, walking alongside Battlebitch as they headed towards the local tavern. The two women were dressed casually for the evening out; the oversized alchemist’s bag stored safely in their inn room along with Battlebitch’s sword. While Tess remained as layered and covered as ever Battlebitch had slipped into clothing a little different from the norm; working her way into a tight white tunic and a pair of leather leggings that gripped along her body. An outfit that was more than able to claim Tess’ attention as she walked, taking a short glance over at the hefty bust of her lover. “...and that tunic is practically busting off of you. So all in all...I’m having a good time.”

“I think I should probably limit my naked time until we’re someplace a little more...escapable, if things go wrong.” She beamed under her mask, and as they continued to walk let a single arm loop around the other woman’s waist. Though her voice was vaguely muffled her intent was clear, keeping friendly and kind without being overly demanding of the other woman. “You should have fun, though. Don’t worry about me, I plan to check out the Lotshell library. I could use the break from, uh...ahem…”

“I’ll do my best!” Battlebitch beamed as she gave one last appreciative glance, waving to her lover as she made her way to the entrance. A moment later the warrior had slipped inside entirely and her image was gone, leaving Tess with nothing more than the fond memory of how happy the warrior looked. Things had been continuing to go well, since the two had worked out their various differences and set certain standards for one another. Battlebitch had certainly earned a night out to enjoy getting her cock fondled by as many random girls as she liked, and she had been quite good about keeping up with Tess’ rules about getting the sluts out of the bedroom before she came home. Mutual respect for each other steeped in an open door bedroom policy. That had been the key to success for Battlebitch and Tess.

“Good luck.” Tess finally whispered with a smile underneath her mask, even though her lover had long since slipped inside. After a moment she gave a hungry murmur, and tightened her fists in a small moment of reflection. “...and keep those pants. And that shirt.”

It was with a light atmosphere that Tess started to walk anew, carrying out with her plan to investigate the library of the kingdom of Lotshell. Only a few blocks down through bustling city streets it stood like a glorious monolith in the middle of the city, towering over every other building and filled to the brim with knowledge. Tess had drawn herself up to it as quickly as she could, and for a long moment stood in awe of its towering presence. Beautiful arches and remarkable stonework kept the library a haven for the most brilliant of Lotshell, whether it be the most aged scholars or simply new recruits eager to embark on their trip towards learning. Tess was hungrily, delightedly excited to explore every corner that she could, to learn everything the humans knew about agriculture, biology, and her own particular school of science, alchemy. She was practically trembling as she made her way up the enormous steps, her mind already spinning at just where she should begin.

Or...she would, if she came back between the hours of eight in the morning and five in the evening.

“It’s closed?!” The Felpin stood at the front door, her arms flared out as she glared in utter disbelief at the sign on the front. “What...What sort of a library closes?! It’s an open facility for knowledge and understanding! Libraries don’t close! Why, back home they never clo-”

She keenly remembered that back home, certain things were done differently. Libraries didn’t close. Humans were kept for science experiments. Dwarves were kept as housepets. Different cultures and all. Tess quickly slapped her hands across her masked face, looking from side to side to make sure that nobody heard her sudden and unexpected rant. Thankfully, since it was, after all, a library...not a single fucking person was anywhere to be seen.

“Tomorrow.” Tess growled under her mask, pointing again to the library. “Tomorrow...I’m going to make you my bitch.” It was the closest she had ever come to truly sounding like Battlebitch, the woman’s zeal for life rubbing off on her while still keeping true to her own interests. With a grunt the Felpin spun on a heel and padded her way back down the stairs, stuffing her hands into her pockets and giving a sighing murmur. “...guess I’ll go to the stupid tavern after all. Stupid humans and their scheduled hours of enlightenment.” It was her hope that Battlebitch wouldn’t of found something enjoyable just yet, and that perhaps she could find something to do alongside the woman that had become such an important part of her life. Maybe, just maybe, in the fifteen minutes it took Tess to walk to the library and back, Battlebitch wouldn’t of found something she wanted to put her cock inside.

...maybe.

It was only a few minutes into Tess’ adventure of exploration that she finally caught sight of something interesting; or rather, someone. She was seated at the furthest edge of the bar and immediately made an impact, a woman that was far, far too beautiful for the sort of bar that surrounded her. She was an elven girl, one with long and glorious blonde hair that was elaborately braided on both sides of a thick ponytail, an articulate hairstyle that probably took hours to perfectly craft. She was perched on the tallest stool in the room seemingly just so she could show off a pair of the prettiest legs Tess had ever seen; crossed at the knee and covered only in a skirt that stopped at the middle of the thigh and boots that stretched halfway up her calves. Fair features suited her elven nature, and in that very moment she was sipping a drink from a tall glass of wine while she paid attention to the nails of her other hand, making sure they were pristine and perfect.

Either way the Felpin collected herself in the moment, determined to go up and introduce herself. How hard could it be? She had seen Battlebitch pick up dozens, maybe even hundred of girls! She had learned from the absolute master, and she was confident that in her own moment of truth she could succeed with all she had picked up.

“Oh, me, Kreth?” Tess murmured under her mask, emboldening herself as she used her lover’s real name in a hushed whisper. “Oh, I didn’t do much last night. Just bedded the prettiest fucking thing for a hundred mile radius. Hope you had fun with your matching trash piles.”

She built up her courage and started to move forward; a single, cloaked figure drifting towards the elven goddess in the distance. When she finally made her way there she was feeling confident and bold, and as the girl’s breathtaking features turned up to face her the Felpin woman finally spoke out with her opening line.

“You know, I’m well versed in four different elvish regional dialects.” She boasted, though her smile didn’t show under her mask. “If you tell me your clan, perhaps I could make you melt in your native tongue?”

Nice.

“Oh, like, totally gross. Are you coming on to me?!” The elf grunted, turning up her nose. “And like, what clan are you from? The Purple Mummy Dyke patrol? Like, eww. Oh. My. Gods.”

Tess, standing there with her head tilted to the side, was left at a bit of a loss. This was...not what she had expected. Putting aside the fact that she had been rebuked and rebuked forcefully, it was very clear to her in that instant that the elf was not what she had expected. She had hoped for a long and romantic evening discussing art and culture and education with a beautiful enchantress, but as she drew in close enough to see the girl and hear her voice, it was very, very apparent to her that-

It was about as abrupt a moment as Tess had ever experienced in such a situation, and the look on the elf’s face was utterly priceless. Not that she had said it in order to garner a reaction so much as the fact that it was the simple truth, and she carried that truth with her as she turned on a heel. The elf; likely at least dimly aware that she had been insulted, moved a hand out and slapped it against the Felpin’s shoulder.

“Like, seriously, what the leaf is your problem?!” She scoffed, and gave Tess a sour look. “Are those bandages so we don’t see how ugly you are underneath? Are you a burn victim? A totes grossout scar case?” She giggled to herself, pulling her hand back. “Omigawd, are you a dogface? Bow wow wow!”

“...I can assure you that I am not a dog face.” Tess commented simply, still tilting her head and staring in awe. She was about to force a retort, possibly straight into the obnoxious elf’s face, but her moment was stolen by a voice that came from behind her. A new person entered the conversation with a voice that sounded like one of reason and rationality, offering up a suggestion that was simply too good for the elf to ignore.

“Creesa, why don’t you go dance for a while? I know how you like to make all the guys jealous.” The words came complete with the sound of a bag of coins striking the counter, tossed out from the side. “Leave the burn victim alone and go show off those goblin bites you call tits.”

The elf scoffed at the insult, but made a grab for the gold either way. She quickly snatched it up and tucked it into a pocket, setting down her wine as she started to stand from the stool. Her voice still carried that infuriating arrogance, and Tess had to tighten her muscles and force herself to not strike the girl as she spoke up once more.

“Whatevs, Fras. This place is a total snoozegasm anyway. Maybe I could make it more fun.” She gave a tilt of her head towards Tess, and one last, haughty scoff. “Later, freakshow. Hope you find some, like, worm people that don’t have eyes. Maybe then you’ll get laid and junk.”

She stomped off, looking elegant and damned pretty, but leaving a far worse impression on Tess’ psyche. The Felpin woman’s head practically ached just from talking to her, but when she looked to where the elf had sat up from she started to feel...a good bit better.

From the seat beyond the elf’s the woman called Fras sat, glancing over at the masked girl with a friendly smile across strong features. In the heat of the moment Tess didn’t put it together, but later she’d realize that in that moment she was almost instantly drawn to someone that reminded her of her own Battlebitch. Sitting there at the bar was a woman who was just as tall as her own barbarian, showcasing well-sculpted muscles with a sleeveless shirt that left her entire stomach exposed. Her hair was half-shaved on one side while the other was pulled back in a barbarian’s red ponytail; just as elaborate as Creesa’s but looking thicker and somehow more powerful. It framed pleasant features that were marked with a single long scar; an old, long-faded wound that cross over the woman’s face from her brow to her chin. When she smiled, the scarred spot on her lips seemed to lift and dance for a moment, and her voice was inviting as she gestured to the seat the elf abandoned.

“Sorry about my business partner.” She offered simply. “Let me buy you a drink?”

“...yes.” Tess bit her lips together as she stood there, staring at the glorious, red headed woman. “I would let you do a lot.”

Smooth. Suddenly, she started to feel a bit like one of Battlebitch’s random bar whores.

“And I grabbed the hydra’s throat, knowing that if I sliced its head off it’d only grow two more!” She grinned, waving her hands in dynamic fashion as she spoke. “And while it snapped and bit at me I just squeezed and squeezed, wrangling it down until it stopped moving. Not that it didn’t get its teeth in; mind you.” She spun on her stool and leaned forward, showing a line of teeth scars across her powerful waist. She grinned a bit, with the obvious follow-up question that came soon after. “...wanna touch ‘em?”

“Heh. That’s not where the scars are, mystery girl.” The warrior grunted with a smile, gazing over her shoulder.

“Oh, I’m getting there.” Tess assured her, moving her digits back and forth in admiration. “I’m...taking my time. Enjoying the sights.” Fras just chuckled, turning back again as the Felpin continued the affection. The bar was still filled with noise and people but she put them out of mind for the moment, letting herself go and enjoying the opportunity to fondle a lovely sculpted soldier. She traced muscle after muscle before moving to the scars, and there her digit passed across one, two, three...counting each as she let her finger tease.

Technically, she could tell that the bite mark didn’t come from a hydra but from a gigantic shark toothed toad. She and Battlebitch had tangled with such creatures in their own adventures. She wisely chose; however, not to call the woman out on it. Hydra rolled off the tongue better, and she was still afforded the lovely opportunity to touch the other warrior’s lovely physique. She gave a soft noise of surprise; however, when the woman turned back, and in a fluid motion a hand swept out to snatch at the other woman’s wrist.

“So you’re not a drow.” She arched a brow, watching as Tess scurried to get her glove back on. “So...Felpin. Had to be one of the two, right?”

Instantly, Tess’ eyes went wide and her body tightened in a moment of fear. The gig was up! After months of fooling idiotic humans with little more than a pair of purple bandages and a hood, someone finally questioned just what the fuck she was hiding underneath it all! This wasn’t some hick town, either, this was the big city! Lotshell! She was sure to be in irons by nightfall, and in two separate holes in the ground by morning! The Felpin didn’t respond so much as...openly start to hyperventilate, her shoulders rocking back and forth and her chest heaving in sudden, desperate fear. Her hands gripped at her knees and she pondered to herself just what she could say or do to escape, wishing suddenly that she had her alchemy bag on her. Just one vanishing powder! What she wouldn’t give for just one lousy, stupid, cheap vanishing po-

“Y...You did?” Tess asked, thoughtfully. “Uh...you do know just...uh, what hostilities have taken place between the two races in the past few...hundred years, right?”

“Not every elf is smart.” Fras grinned, and gestured to her business partner, currently shaking her ass on the dance floor. “I imagine not every Felpin is evil.”

“...point.” Tess murmured, gazing out over the distance and watching as Creesa held her hands on her knees, repeatedly bouncing her tight elven ass up and down. “What in blazes is she doing, anyway?”

“Fuck if I know. Listen, Tess…” Fras finally smiled, standing up at her full, towering height of over six feet. She let one hand lower, estimating where she thought an ear would be through the hood. The alchemist was left trembling as fingers swept in, gripping just behind an ear and scritching her through the fabric of her hood. “...Creesa and I take off in the morning. You wanna take this to my room? Get comfortable?” Tess gave a soft sigh, already realizing that her bar adventure had gone much better than she anticipated. With a content grumble from deep in her throat she nodded to the other woman, and moved to stand up from her stool as well.

“You did say you always wanted to meet one of us.” The Felpin woman observed, thoughtfully. “I suppose I can make it a memorable moment for you.”

“You’re so kind.” Fras grinned, and drew a tight arm around the Felpin’s shoulders. Much like Battlebitch and her pair of twin whores the warrior walked the alchemist from the bar, heading down the same alley, to the same inn.

...and it was a little awkward that they were sharing a wall with that woman. By sheer luck Fras’ room at the tavern was right beside Battlebitch’s, and now each one was utterly filled with the sound of heavy, hungry passion. As soon as Tess and Fras had first stepped foot inside they could hear two happy young women screaming in orgasmic bliss from the door beside them, and Fras had only given a soft laugh as she ushered Tess into her own quarters.

“Sounds like some other girls are already having fun.” She had said at the time, with a hungry gaze on her pretty but powerful features. “Let’s do what we can to make you moan louder.”

Tess didn’t volunteer the information that it was her friend in the room next door, but she did what she could to show off. Fras was a diligent worker in between her legs, licking at her folds and suckling her hood with the attention of a true professional, and Tess made sure that Battlebitch a few feet away from her knew it. Though not a traditionally loud lovemaker the Felpin woman let her inhibitions go that evening, drawing her fingers hard through the hair on one side of Fras’ scalp, and letting her voice carry out in glorious, blissful delight.

“You’re so good at eating me out!” Tess called out, hoping that between the wall and her own face coverings that her voice still managed to carry. “Oh fuck, oh yes...I’m so wet! So wet!”

The idea that her lover was hearing her in the heat of the moment only made her fuel burn hotter, and Fras enjoyed the benefit of the Felpin woman’s massively increased arousal. She scooped her hands hard on the underside of Tess’ rear and slurped up and down in lewd and wicked glee, savoring every taste of the beautiful woman that had followed her back to her room. One hand eventually lowered to grip against the Felpin’s tail which only made Tess moan louder, a stark reminder that she had so willingly shown an absolute stranger more of her than most ever got to see.

Whatever Battlebitch and her twins for the evening were doing next door Tess couldn’t possibly imagine, but she realized before long that her lover had indeed heard her through the wall. Heard her, and accepted her challenge. Though Battlebitch herself didn’t call out in response it was clear that she had a word with her chosen partners for the evening, lighting a fire underneath them to make the girls match the tone coming through the wall. It wasn’t long after Tess’ loud display that they heard sweet young voices carry through the wall, making both Fras and Tess blush brighter in arousal.

“Your cock is so big! Oh gods, it’s stretching me! So big, sooooooo big!” One of the girls called out, along with the sound of a pair of hands slapping against the wall. She was joined in shortly after by a matching voice, certainly close enough to be related to her.

“Fuck my sister, that’s it! Make her your slut! Make us both your sluts!” If the noises from next door were any indication Battlebitch was having what had become a usual night for her; the thrilling corruption of a pair of cute siblings. It flushed Tess’ cheeks bright with arousal and she rubbed her thighs back and forth against Fras’ cheeks even quicker, feeling the licks and the teases and the subtle fingering of the other woman growing more intense. She made sure to gaze down at the redhead barbarian nestled between her thighs, securing eye contact and blushing brightly. After all, even though the sound of Battlebitch next door was exciting her beyond all reason, Fras still deserved to look into her eyes when her peak finally came.

And when it did, it came hard. Tess’ tail puffed out like a frightened version of her domesticated cousin, and she squeezed her thighs so hard against the side of Fras’ face that the barbarian's cheeks were squished into an adorable but silly expression. Thankfully her mouth was still there to receive the sudden burst of nectar from the Felpin woman; a rush of excited squirt that painted the other woman’s cheeks and even blasted across the top of her half-shaved scalp. When she came, Tess made it a point to do so as loudly as possible. Hands slapping against the mattress, her back arching and her voice calling out in rampant, desperate glee as pleasure washed over her again and again. When it finally ended she let her legs go slack, her knees still hooked over Fras’ shoulders and her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

For her part, Fras was an attentive lover that nibbled against the Felpin’s thighs and only gently teased her still-wet pussy as the woman began to come down from the moment. The two of them were left in a rather sweet and content moment, until the sounds of orgasm from the room next door finally filled the air. There was a voice of a pretty young woman calling out, crying in joyful glee as she was steadily pumped with cum, and then a moment of relative silence. Tess’ cheeks flushed, and she had to hold back a rush of immediate laughter as the next set of cries rose from the other room.

“You want me to what?!” One girl shouted, her voice infuriated. “She’s my sister! I’m not going to do that!”

“I don’t want my sister sucking your cum out of me!” The other voice followed, equally enraged and disgusted. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

A few murmured but unintelligible words set in Battlebitch’s voice followed, only to be chased by the sound of a slap so hard that Tess and Fras could hear it through the wall. One of those indignant voices came next, just as the two girls were clearly starting to storm from the room.

“How dare you!” The righteous tone called out, along with the sound of a door swinging open. “Melayra, get your things! We’re going home!”

As Tess and Fras stayed in place, the two exchanged quiet glances and tried their best not to laugh. For Fras the moment had no real framing, but for Tess it was a story she had heard before. Good old Battlebitch, never willing to let well enough alone. More than once the Felpin had witnessed her lover get a pair of sisters into bed together, but just couldn’t be content with fucking each of them in turn in front of their naked sibling. She always had to push the envelope, always had to reach for the holy grail of creampie-gobbling incest. Sometimes it worked. More often than not; however, it ended with a slap and a pair of girls, boys, or any combination thereof storming out of the hotel room.

Once the door slammed shut and the two girls could be heard racing down the hall, Tess and Fras finally allowed themselves a pair of soft snickering. Fras finally pulled herself up from her knees, but as she did so she made sure to keep Tess’ legs wrapped about her shoulders. In a fluid motion the glorious midriff-wearing barbarian got up onto the bed, bracing herself on her knees and placing herself in an intimate position against the other woman. Tess’ tail flicked back and forth in casual delight, and the two shared a smile while the Felpin moved up to smooth her fingers against the other woman’s nectar-slickened scalp.

“Maybe we should keep it down now.” She whispered, and allowed Fras to practically bend her in half to lean forward close, close enough to kiss her were the bandages not in the way. The alchemist gasped as her own knees were pressed down to rest at either side of her head, the sheer weight and might of the barbarian truly a remarkable thing. She was thankfully a lot more flexible since she and Battlebitch had been...practicing. With a soft giggle the Felpin could picture her lover back in the hotel room, likely leaning up against the wall eager to hear more while stroking her still-hard cock. It only made her want to go totally quiet, in the hopes of teasing her beloved Battlebitch. “Since there clearly won’t be any more noise next door.”

“Let’s not make promises of being quiet we can’t keep.” The redhead responded with a grin, only pulling back up after a sweeping, quiet threat of kissing against the Felpin’s mask. “We haven’t gotten to the main event yet…”

It was a few seconds later that Tess realized that she was getting more than she bargained for that evening. When Fras knelt back up there was a distinct bulge against the front of her leather pants; a bulge that Tess knew well. With a grunt the warrior tucked a hand down the front of her pants and pulled forth exactly what the Felpin expected; a thick, glorious cock that easily rivalled Battlebitch’s own. True to Fras’ more tribal appearance it had been clearly marked, a dark blue tattoo that ran across the shaft in a swirling bolt and a line of small rings piercing the skin of the underside of it. She had already produced a healthy glob of pre against the tip of her length, and as Fras spoke she moved a hand forward to sweep that sticky delight away from the head and smear it down across the rings hanging from the underside. 

Tess didn’t want to confess that it wasn’t her first time with a massive cocked barbarian woman, and she certainly wasn’t about to point out that while Fras’ length was certainly impressive, it was slightly smaller than Battlebitch’s own. Smaller apartment, but with much more decoration. She kept those bits of knowledge behind her tongue, content that she was presented now with the second largest and certainly most unique cock she had ever met. Something that, despite her soreness that now seemed so distant, she would certainly like to enjoy.

“...I can handle it.” Her voice came muffled through the mask, and for once she was glad about it. Her cheeks were blushing brightly in that moment, and she so desperately wanted to play it cool, calm, and collected as she laid there about to be rutted by that magnificent member. After a brief pause, she moved up a hand and pointed to her bandages, those protective wrappings that so expertly hid her identity. “Just don’t cum on my face. These are infuriating to scrub semen stains out of.”

She knew that the hard way.

“I respect that.” Fras beamed, allowing her weighty length to slap against the top of Tess’ lap, letting her feel a spark of delight from the shimmering rings hanging at the underside. “Just like I respect that you can’t give me a blowjob with those on. But that’s okay...I’ll take everything I need from here.” And with that, she pulled her hips back and guided her length forward, moving that throbbing tip to hold steadfast at the Felpin’s slit. With Tess’ knees still up on Fras’ shoulders it was little more than a quick push to start breaching her, slowly working inside and sending the Felpin woman into a steady series of trembling, excited gasps.

Fras’ length squeezed inside of Tess with just a bit of extra effort, each woman remaining silent as it worked its way tightly within her. Inch after inch they moved together in a hushed quiet, Tess’ mostly hidden eyes continuing to gaze at the other woman as she was penetrated. The curious side of her naturally wanted to ask questions considering the woman’s resemblance to Battlebitch, but it was neither the time nor the place. Besides, the feel of those rings against the underside of Fras’ cock certainly felt like abject delight as they were gripped and tugged by Tess’ own wet, ready walls. After a moment the larger woman had finally managed to hilt herself into the Felpin, and with her hands moving to brace against the back of Tess’ thighs she looked down at her with an approving smile and a steady nod.

“Not bad.” She murmured proudly, and took a moment to savor the feel of that wet slit wrapped around her length. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like the type that can take something this big.”

“I’m tougher than I look.” Tess remarked simply and shortly, a hand moving up to brush over the shaved part of Fras’ scalp. She smirked underneath her mask, and as her grip moved to lock against the back of the other woman’s neck she prepared herself for the inevitable powerful thrusting that was to come. Tess had been pinned underneath her share of beautiful barbarians during the past few weeks, and though she was still a little sore from Battlebitch’s last hungry rutting she was more than willing to push herself to experience Fras for all she had. With a deep and hungry growl that pressed against the front of her bandages Tess gave a sharp and sudden nod, letting her new lover that she was prepared for anything she had to give her. “I do not go home with strangers often...I trust you’ll give me a proper fucking worth extending myself for.”

Fras just grinned, and did exactly as Tess requested. The bed underneath the pair began to ache with the weight of her thrusts, and Tess’ legs dangling over the shoulders of the barbarian tensed and tightened as her muscles went wild with pleasure. That gloriously tattooed and pierced cock speared quite nicely into her slit, spreading her folds and collecting her nectar against every marked inch of it. Fras’ hands moved to hold down Tess by the shoulders as she leaned forward, rolling the Felpin woman up as she braced her toes against the mattress. The dominant position made sure that she was fucking the smaller woman firmly into the bed, sending heated gasps through them both and Tess’ own voice rising sharply in the throes of wild moans. Though she had wanted to be quiet to keep Battlebitch guessing at what was going on in their room, she just couldn’t help but offer more than a few squeaks that rang in the same harmony as the springs of the bed.

Fras was grinning as she continued to steadily fuck the Felpin underneath her, but she only knew half the story. Tess already knew that the angry yells would soon die down, and sure enough within a few brief moments the angry mother’s voice had changed considerably. She was still loud enough to be heard through the wall, but this time her anger had faded away and was replaced by something far more appreciative of the situation she was on.

“How did my girls handle this thing?!” She called out, sounding truly amazed at the very thing she was outraged at a moment ago. “It’s so big! So perfect! Ohh, give me more of it, you brute!”

Fras and Tess once again exchanged glances, and even with Fras spreading her folds with her pierced cock the two had to share a chuckle. Tess’ fingers moved across the barbarian’s shaved scalp to caress down one of her cheeks, teasing a thumb against her lips as she offered a whisper that was trying desperately to feign ignorance of the woman next door.

“Sounds like whoever’s giving it to those girls next door knows what she’s doing.” She mused, her voice only barely muffled by her bandages. She knew for a fact that the woman next door was a master at the art of fucking, and had the most uniquely bizarre luck when it came to drawing women under her sexual influence. “What say we set the bar and give them something to compete against?” Fras, wearing a proud smile on her powerful features, nodded eagerly as her hands reached down for Tess again.

“Let’s make this kitty howl.” She beamed, and scooped Tess up to flip her over roughly onto her belly. Her legs went flat against the bed and Fras’ cock slipped out of her slit, only for the girl to be grabbed around the waist and drug up to a position of insertion once more. In a fluid motion the barbarian claimed the Felpin woman from behind once again, this time with a smooth stroke that forced her thick, throbbing length deep into the other woman’s tender entrance. There was no slow pace this time so much as the stunning thrust of delight, and Fras fucked Tess down to the hilt on that very first strike.

And Tess, through the bandages that hid her greatest secret, howled just as Fras had foretold. She let herself go knowing that it would only help out her lover next door in her own motions, and the pleasure that rolled through her made it easy to make the biggest ruckus she could. Her voice called out and she slammed her fists against the wall, bracing her hands near the headboard as Fras started to fuck her deeply from behind. That long black tail swished back and forth until she felt a barbarian’s grip snatch around it, and her yowling only drew louder when the squeeze came that sent shivers down her spine.

Next door, it was clear that Battlebitch was doing her best to match the momentum going on nearby. The older woman that she was enjoying was making quite the spectacle in her own right, openly screaming that it was better than her husband had ever given her, and that she was glad that her daughters had a chance to enjoy such a cock. Battlebitch worked fast and worked well, especially when it came to older women, and the thick warrior’s charms had clearly earned herself another victory that evening. Soon thuds came to the other side of the wall and it was clear that both Fras and Battlebitch were claiming their respective partners in the same submissive, hungry position. Fucked from behind in desperate strikes, each pussy speared around an equally magnificent cock. While the older woman was stretched wider around Battlebitch’s larger member Tess was enjoying the ring piercings that marked the underside of Fras’, dragging against her folds and making her climax in a wave of blissful excitement. When the two girls against the wall came they made sure to do it as loud as possible, and the inn was filled with the nearly violent screams of a Felpin in heat and an older woman satisfied beyond anything she had ever experienced before.

In short, that entire floor of the tavern didn’t get much sleep that night. The thundering noise of the desperate fucking continued for some time, and neither pair relented or was willing to give up. It was clear that a competition was going on between the two rooms and only Tess and Battlebitch knew who was participating; a pair of lovers that were playfully trying to one-up each other in that lewd battle of wills. Pounding and scratching on the walls, the aching noise of bed springs and creaking wood, and of course, the sound of lusty women crying out as their pussies were filled with copious amounts of rich, white cream.  

Tess’ body coiled in delight when Fras flooded within her, spreading that lush white throughout her body while her cock twitched and throbbed. The Felpin groaned and shuddered in her own orgasmic wave, and she wished desperately in that moment that her bandages weren’t a necessity for anyone but Battlebitch. In a true sign of just how depraved she had become, just how much she had learned to enjoy this lusty lifestyle, she found herself wishing she could pull Fras’ cock from her slit and lick away the cum that clung to each and every ringed piercing. So great was her desire that she almost did tear her bandages away, but within the thick haze of tremendous passion and the smell of sex that seeped against the cloth, she was able to keep at least one rational thought still against her mind.

It didn’t change how she swooned; however, when Fras flipped her over again and let her rest once more on her back. She pulled that enormous member out of her cum-filled slit and waved it back and forth, showcasing the white that marked the blue tattoo and the cum bubbles that formed against the three rings. As she swept it from side to side she painted the inside of Tess’ thighs with the flicked remains of her cream, and when she felt another thrill of delight come through her she squeezed out one last squirt squarely across the Felpin’s flat tummy. The two looked at each other, and though Fras couldn’t see the Felpin’s face it was clear they were smiling contently to each other.

In the other room, the older woman’s cries had carried to an equal point of delight, and she was no doubt experiencing a moment of equal bliss. Battlebitch never left a woman unfilled and unsatisfied, and by the sound of the mother’s voice in the height of her orgasmic joy it was clear she had kept her reputation in check. The raven-haired warrior always managed to get her slice of flesh anywhere she went, even in cities where she wasn’t famous...yet. Lotshell was damned big and there were hundreds of heroes floating around it, but few could fuck quite like her. In fact, one of the only people that could compare to her own talents was just one room over, leaning down and cleaning Tess up in a wonderfully lewd fashion.

“Oh...oh glorious alchemical science, that’s...maddeningly sexy.” Tess whispered, her voice hushed and quiet as she stared down at her stomach. That half-shaved head was crossing back and forth before her vision, and she could feel that wet, hungry tongue of the other woman moving over the cumstreaks she had just left. Slurping up her own warm cream, Fras looked up at the Felpin and gave her a small wink, whispering as she scooped the girl’s thighs close to clean up the rest of her mess.

“You don’t think I’d get it all over and then not offer to clean it up, right?” She asked, chuckling as she swallowed a small mouthful. Suckling and slurping at the other woman’s flesh, Fras easily made goosebumps rise on the Felpin’s skin. By the time she moved down to Tess’ slit the little creampie was eager to be consumed, drizzling out of the other woman’s wonderfully warm and tight entrance. “Least I can do for a girl that takes my little gift in stride. Usually there’s at least a minute or two of staring.”

“Well, it is an aesthetically pleasing cock. You can’t blame anyone for staring.” Tess observed, smirking under her mask. The tattoo and the rings certainly made her member eye catching, and Tess found herself trying to steal a glance at it even now as Fras was bracing her knees on the bed. “But if you’re referring to the fact you have one, well…ahhh…”

She shuddered, a slide of cream escaping her pussy from the coaxing of the other woman’s tongue. Fras looked up in the moment, swallowing a bit of her own cum from Tess’ slit and a curious brow raised at her words. She wasn’t about to stop her important work of cleaning the milk from the pussy’s pussy, but she was certainly interested in what she had to say.

“As I was saying...whew…” Tess whimpered, and let her hands lay flat against the bed. “If I must confess, you’re not the only magnificently sculpted amazon I know that has something so...effective.”

She knew as soon as she said it that it was a mistake to admit, for in a moment Fras’ gaze turned harsh and irate. The redheaded warrior snapped her head up from Tess’ slit, and she looked suddenly intense even with ribbons of cum dripping from her lips. She tightened a hand and leaned in, her tone serious and focused and her expression looking far more determined than Tess had seen her yet.

“You mean you know another woman like me?! Another of my clan?!” She practically roared, one eye twitching in anger. “Where?! Tell me where, cat, now!”

Tess blinked at the sudden shift in tone; the stark change from a rather arousing and gentle slurping of her cum-filled pussy to the intimidating presence of a towering woman angrily barking atop her. The alchemist wasn’t particularly brave or openly able to defend herself, and in light of the sudden shift of tone she had little option other than the truth. With a tiny squeak coming from the back of her throat she rose a trembling hand, and pointed to the wall that was shared between their room and Battlebitch’s.

“By the fucking Ragegods with nailcocks!” The magnificent warrior roared once more, immediately jumping up to the bed. She cast one last harsh glare at the Felpin woman laying masked but naked on the bed, the woman still sort of hoping the warrior would at least finish the meal she had started. “I swear, cat, if it’s the runaway…”

She offered no explanation to her words other than the noise of their door swinging open, so hard and so fierce that the hinges snapped and the knob crashed into the far wall. Tess sat alone in the room as she heard Fras storm to the door next door, the sound of splintering wood filling the hall as the door was violently kicked in. When the splinters settled the sound of Fras’ voice erupted once more, sending the Felpin into a tiny whimper as she realized the trouble they had found themselves in.

“I’ve finally found you, Kreth!” Her outraged voice filled the tavern, over the started cry of the older woman that was likely slurping on Battlebitch’s softening length by now. “Prepare to be brought to justice! I’ve searched for you for months now!”

“Oh, fuck you, Fras!” Battlebitch’s voice sounded undaunted, but it did come along with the noise of a mother gasping before a clear thud indicated she had been toppled onto the floor below. Likely pushed off and left to land on her rear as two naked, thick-cocked barbarians were about to fight. “I’m never going back, you half-bald cunt! But you just try it, and we’ll see how far that weird cock of yours bends up your own ass!”

The sound of a fistful erupting in the room next door filled Tess’ ears, and the Felpin still just sat in Fras’ bed listening to it. Still naked, still filled with cum, and still incredibly mad that humans didn’t keep their libraries open all night.

“...seriously no wonder they’re all so fucking stupid.” She grumbled, folding her arms across her naked chest, even as the fight next door raged on. “For fuck’s sakes.”

All she knew was that none of the chaos going on right now would’ve happened if she was fingering herself over a card catalog like she had planned.

That night fists flew, cum slipped to the mattress agonizingly uneaten, and several blocks away a pretty elf twerked, ignorant of it all.