Today’s prompt selection: Come licking, Handcuffs, Somnophilia. I… have not really good options for any of these, actually? Ironically there is a somnophilia scene in the big party piece (Emmalyne, from a previous scene, and one of her semi-regular partners) but I haven’t written it yet, and while I could, it is after 7 pm and I usually go to sleep at 6, so… I’m gonna say nope there, sorry.
Instead, let’s go ahead and go for this which is a shorter section of a scene that incorporates aspects of both 1 and 2. Strictly speaking some of 1, and then more vibes of 1, and what’s gotta count as at least vibes of 2 as well.
Martina is a half-elven woman, a priestess, and a frequent flyer in these scenes. She has reddish-brown hair, medium-brown skin, and is moderately curvy, about five and a half foot tall. She is also (more importantly to this scene) a middling-tier Priestess of Bellerrel (and a chosen Priestess of Bezzal but that’s less important here). Only earlier this evening, she discovered a personal thrill for a new activity – as Bellerrel is commonly known as the Lady of Passion, she seeks to undertake exploring this activity with another Priest of Bellerrel, Father Oreilla, with whom she’s been previously intimate (both physically and emotionally) numerous times. She begins this scene with her arms bound behind her back.
Father Oreilla is an elven man, specifically a sea elf, which results (along with the ability to breath underwater and various other things) in him having more cartilaginous bone structure for increased flexibility. He’s a taller man, a bit over six feet tall, with blue skin and no hair on his body or head. He’s actually relatively younger than Martina in terms of developmental phases, but is of a higher rank than her within the Temple of Bellerrel. He’s high enough in the Temple to have undergone some training in specific passions, and as a result has a chance to experience multiple orgasms without a refractory period (a chance, which, in this scene, does land in his favour; as with most everything, I rolled for it).
This story is set in Arellan, a fantasy world.
This scene involves a woman asking a man to fuck her tits and then lick it up and kiss her, which he does, twice. If this sound like fun to you, read ahead! If not, not!
After the break – quite immediately – come some spicy things, and then comes an elf. And then comes a half-elf… and then comes an elf again.
Martina groaned softly as she slid her hips against Oreilla’s, driving him up deeper into herself enough to interrupt her breath, and she kissed and licked the tears from his cheeks as she resumed riding him, because no emotion was really considered better or worse in Bellerrel’s eyes.
Nor in Bezzal’s, as far as Martina was aware.
“My legs are still a little worn-out from a minute ago,” Martina giggled softly, kissing at Oreilla’s lips and stroking at his cheek while her thighs complained furiously. “How about you grab your belt… tie my wrists behind my back… and pound my titties, hmm? Something else we’d both appreciate – and-” Martina’s breath caught in her throat and a sharp shiver ran through her as another idea presented itself.
“Actually, Father,” she murmured heatedly, pausing to lick at his lip with just the barest tip of her tongue, “I’ve found something new tonight that I quite like. A little spark, if I might request: to feel your tongue and mine writhing amidst a shared mouthful of your cum, please.”
She could hear the lust in her own please and she knew he did too from how he shivered underneath her, how he twitched inside her, and she giggled.
“I think you have wonderful ideas and a wonderful heart, Martina,” Oreilla sighed against her neck before licking a line up it toward her ear to hum softly into it, “and wonderful breasts as well, which I greatly look forward to shaking with my thrusts.”
“Me too,” Martina shivered, then shifted over to grab his belt off of the side table as she slipped up and off of him with a sigh, but it wouldn’t be long before she was being satisfied again in one way at least.
She laid face down on the bed as he lashed her forearms tightly to each other, making her emit soft noises into the pillow; she’d been the one to teach him, and she knew he did a good job of it, too, and when he was finished she strained lightly and wasn’t able to budge them. The wide leather strap of the belt ensured plenty of bloodflow, though.
It was even strong enough for him to lift her by the belt, a gasp flying from her lips and being replaced by a giggle as he flipped her over and dropped her down onto the bed.
“I would love to get one of Iolanda’s self-animating ropes,” Martina murmured heatedly as Oreilla straddled her and grasped at her breasts, pressing his cock into the valley of their cleavage and squeezing them together on either side, and she loved how the pressure of it felt, how his fingers felt clutching at them. How his cock felt sliding between them.
Not half as much as she loved the rough groan that ripped from his lips as he slowly thrust, though.
“Yes, this would be very handy,” Oreilla sighed, teasing them both with a few thrusts before abandoning the efforts and making the bed shake with a slew of far more forceful ones.
“Goddess yes fuck them like that,” Martina sighed heavily, letting delightful tingles wash over and through her as her body shook with each thrust, and it wasn’t as explicitly pleasurable for her as if he’d been thrusting into one of her holes, but it was good – quite good, still – and she got plenty from his groans, from his swears both soft and sharp, from the firm slap of his hips against her breasts, from his fingers clutching at their sides, from her arms straining at their leather bindings and the way her back arched sharply overtop of them behind her.
“Goddess Martina, She has given you these Herself,” Oreilla hissed, and Martina giggled, nodding firmly in confirmation and letting her pleasure fly from her nose and lips as small noises with each thrust.
She could tell from his strokes that he was getting close, and from the way his grip tightened, and it further increased the growing heat within her. “Yes,” she hissed, “just like that Oreilla- harder, please harder, fucking-” she cut off with a gasp as he began to unleash with a sharp groan and a strained shout of both her name and Bellerrel’s, “-yes! Oh yeah, Goddess yes, mmm!”
She trailed off into moans, hums and giggles as his thrusts became erratic and he shot thick droplets up onto her neck, smeared them in her cleavage, and they pooled in the hollow at the front of her neck. “Mm, that felt like a big one,” she laughed lightly, shivering with anticipation. “Really, really looking forward to being introduced to it…”
Martina sighed as he leaned down, licking her skin clean and making her shiver even more as he did, the way his tongue trailed over her skin occasionally to slip behind lips that pressed soft kisses; he shifted, clutching at both of her breasts with one hand, stretching his hand to accomplish it but managing, and leaving his other hand free to reach behind himself and trail down her body.
“Fuck, yes please,” Martina hissed, giggling as Oreilla showed off his impressive flexibility to be able to pull it all off. Her arms strained at their bindings, not trying to escape but simply straining for the joy of it, as she spread her legs wide.
His mouth met hers at the same time as his hand found its destination, two fingers slipping into her at the same time as his tongue and a wash of what he’d shot out over her entered her mouth, and she moaned loudly as her tongue began to dance with his amidst their shared mouthful.
His hips, after a brief pause of ten or twenty seconds, began their motions again and Martina squeaked sharply into Oreilla’s mouth, nodding firmly. Her throat shook with the force of her full-chested groans, his tongue plunging as deep into her mouth as his fingers into her pussy, as deep as his cock in her cleavage, before she returned the favour and explored his mouth for a long moment, grunting and groaning.
She squealed into his mouth as her hips bucked and she felt herself spray across the sheets again, shuddering and jerking underneath him as he kept her chest pinned with his weight, held down against her bound arms, and she felt another spurt or two hit her throat and laughed throatily and lustfully and satisfied.
She withdrew from his mouth and swallowed heavily, shivering and gasping as he licked her throat clean again. “Goddess that was fun,” she sighed, then giggled breathlessly as he repositioned to be lying beside her, kissing at her cheek, her jaw, her neck, and stroking at her body.
“As it always is,” he replied, and she nodded her agreement. “I love you dearly, Martina – both within the Temple… and without.”
“Same,” she sighed, shivering slightly. “Same, really same. You’re wonderful and um… I’m really glad we got to know each other?”
“As am I,” he murmured, kissing her gently on the lips and chuckling.
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