Today’s prompt selection was: Size queen, Dom/sub, Genital Torture. Of those I have a few for #2 but I’m oddly self-conscious about presenting them that way? Nervous as to whether the Doms will be Dommy enough and the subs sufficiently subby, kinda. Also the ones that spring to mind have either already been posted or are likely to be posted for something else, so instead I’m gonna go for probably the only one I have for size-related things because I… just haven’t played with that much by happenstance.
This story takes place in the magical world of Arellan! It is at a party thrown by Iolanda Angelsong.
This scene is in second-person POV, mostly because it was written for Iolanda’s player (Iolanda is a PC in one of the TTRPG campaigns I run) and that’s how I tend to narrate PC actions so I just automatically did it. I did not at the time have the thought that anyone except for the player (my wife) would ever read this, so… hope that’s not weird for anyone? I dunno.
Iolanda is a PLAD (the “P” word she’ll be unable to recall – Person of Lower Astral Descent, a humanoid with hellish ancestry – with pink skin, fuchsia hair, pale pink horns, golden eyes, and a sensitive tail. This becomes important (and was previously important in another day, with the tail sucking).
Wyrria is a half-elf and generally a bit of a bitch (said with love, kinda); she’s got short orange-red hair, mid-brown skin, and despite her long life as a very road-hardened mercenary, has only one prominent scar: a very thick and notable one across her throat from a time she was publicly hanged for murder. She survived, but does now have a raspy, reedy voice as a result.
This scene involves two women having sex semi-publicly, in a second-person POV, on a couch, including one using their tail as an impromptu phallic fill-in (heh, fill-in); there is swearing, there is sarcasm. If you like it, like it. If you don’t, don’t.
After the break we find out how many inches of tail can fit in a half-elf merc, eventually.
It wasn’t until your bra popped open that you even realized that Wyrria’s hands were at the clasps; she was either very lucky, or so practiced that she could manage it with just a brush of her fingers, but either way you yelped and caught your hands across your chest.
“Wyrria! This is the talkin’ room!” You whispered the words insistently, glancing around nervously as a little heat rose to your cheeks.
Wyrria scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, heavens and hells, whatever are we going to do? Why, we may well be ejected from the premises.”
“Alright, you’re bein’ sarcastic again,” you muttered, still holding your bra to yourself as much out of reflex as anything else, while Wyrria’s hands tried to simultaneously tug it away whilst also just making use of whatever skin they could touch.
“Usually,” she agreed before latching her mouth onto yours. Your tongues danced together for a long breathless moment before she pulled away, leaving you to gasp slightly. “All I’m saying,” she continued, “is that there’s nobody in here except us, and a small group over there who are all paying attention to that sexy tiefling.”
“You’re really gonna have to be more specific at this party,” you muttered under your breath, then shook your head at her. “Oh, and don’t say that, neither,” you warned. “Apparently it’s bad? So you’re s’posed to say, uh…”
A frown took your lips as you tried to remember. Some pattern, it was – paisley was wrong, it wasn’t paisley but it was something close.
“Paisley?” You shook your head. “No, not that one – okay, I can’t remember, but- the T word is bad, so-” you twisted your head around, looking toward the corner. Chanel was there, with Hanrick in a chair underneath her looking rapt to say the least, while the two goblins – Jenny and Bellick – both sat on the floor staring at her, watching every shift and sway of her hips and shoulders and tail, and Chanel was paying far too much attention to her audience to notice you, probably.
“Well, fine, the sexy lady over there, is that more specific? The stripper from the Gleaming Eel, I can tell you that much.” Wyrria frowned softly, squinting hard. “Champagne?”
“Chanel,” you corrected.
“Pretty sure you just repeated what I said,” Wyrria huffed, tugging at her belt and her buttons. “Anyway, they all just watched this play, yes? So surely they can’t be that shocked to see some part of it re-enacted here in person.”
“Yeah but you weren’t in the play,” you insisted.
“Well I don’t think I’m that repulsive to look at by comparison,” she muttered through a chuckle, and you were sure it was a joke, but you couldn’t let it stand, regardless. You grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her sharply down toward you, locking lips with her as if to prove by force of kiss that she was attractive.
“You’re not repulsive at all,” you insisted, shaking your head. “In fact everyone here would be lucky to see you! And I’d pay ten times whatever you paid for this play in order to see it!”
Wyrria grinned, chuckling, and rolling her eyes. “Well, the play was actually free because I just stole my way into the box, and I think you’re sort of missing the point anyway but- hey, if you want to fuck me on the couch right here to prove me wrong-”
“Damn straight!” You huffed, nodding sharply. “Now get your pants off!”
Snickering, Wyrria pushed herself to her feet and quirked an eyebrow. “See, and what did I tell you? Paladins – very convincing folk. You go and say something like that, and what am I supposed to do?”
She slid her belt out of its loops and then tossed it onto the couch beside you, letting her pants slide to the floor and stepping out of them before returning to your lap. You welcomed her with your hands, with your mouth, your lips and tongue, with your sighs and moans, all indiscriminately applied wherever was convenient. Wherever one or the other could be applied.
“See, and how’m I s’posed to pick just a couple things to do with you?” You groaned the question into the crook of her neck. Groaned for a few reasons: because it was a frustrating question, first and foremost, but also because of Wyrria’s hand and mouth which were pressing into your waistband and sucking a mark into your neck respectively.
“How’m I s’posed to go an’ do anything other than just-” your fingers worked at her buttons and you gasped as her hand found its target between your thighs, making you shiver, “-jus’ be with you the whole night?”
“Such a hard life,” she shook her head against your neck, growling the words, “such difficult decisions! But don’t worry, on top of being lazy, I’m also very greedy, and both of those tend to cause me to stay in one place as long as I can and get as much as possible out of it, so don’t worry. Not like I’ll be leaving tomorrow, not until-” she stifled a rough sound against you, biting at the band of muscle between your shoulder and your neck. “Not until I’ve gotten plenty out of you. Not that I won’t leave wanting more – I will, of course, but sadly that’s just the way of things.”
“Y-” your heart leapt swiftly in your chest, for the expected reasons of bodies and heat but also for a new and unforeseen one. “You mean to say you’re greedy about me? I thought you just meant Am-Karrak.”
“Who gives half a fuck about Am-Karrus or whatever it’s called,” Wyrria muttered against your skin, clutching at one of your breasts with one hand as the other teased at your clit, and from anyone else you would’ve thought they were being deliberately obtuse, but with her you genuinely believed she just cared so little about the city’s name that she’d forgotten it. “Of course I meant I’m greedy about you, Iolanda.”
Any lingering concerns about it being the talking room disappeared in an instant. You caught her short hair with one hand and yanked her head to yours, burying your tongue in her mouth and catching a rough noise as you plunged your other hand down into her silk undershorts. It was immediately clear that the genuine conversation and emotional vulnerability – while it might’ve been uncomfortable for her – hadn’t been a turn-off, just as she’d said, and two of your fingers sank easily into her as she groaned loudly into your mouth.
Wyrria gasped as she pulled her mouth from yours, all but spitting out a swear; “Fuck! That’s- so much better than you being tied to a chair. Not that that didn’t have its benefits, but- nn-” she shuddered roughly, her eyes shifting up toward the ceiling before snapping back to yours.
She caught your earlobe between her teeth, groaning still. “Keep doing that,” she whispered, “I definitely want you to keep doing that but also I want to taste you.”
You nodded with a breathless noise that was clearly an agreement, even if you couldn’t have put it to paper in any substantial sense, and you kept your hand in her shorts – and in her, in turn – as Wyrria stood and pulled you up from the couch as well. She swiftly lifted up the hem of your skirt and tugged your panties off, then turned to lay back on the couch with her hands on your body, on your sides and your hips, guiding you overtop of her – your thighs on either side of her head, your hand still down her shorts, and you bit your lips together to halfway stifle a yelp as she stuck out her tongue deep into you.
Her hands roamed freely as she licked you; fondling your breasts and tossing your bra off to the side as her tongue flicked over your clit, clutching nails against your ribs as you fingered her faster and licked at the inside of her knee propped up against the back of the couch beside you, rising to grasp at your cheeks as you gasped and sighed and moaned against the inside of her thigh.
Wyrria’s shouts were muffled in between your thighs, your hips rocking automatically on a slow un-minded rhythm, but you had to get creative with yours – sucking hard on the inside of Wyrria’s thigh when she dug nails into your cheeks and flicked her tongue swiftly and firmly, holding your hips down tight against her face, and you left a hickey behind after she relented and let you withdraw with a breathless gasp. Turning your head to bite a mouthful of pillow and stifle a soft scream as she clutched at your breasts, alternating her tongue between filling you and flicking the tip against your clit.
Her hips rolled underneath you, occasionally interrupting their gentle motions for something sharper and more sporadic accompanied by louder moans between your thighs, and any thought except for her and you and the moment disappeared.
As your vision started to close in, your ears ringing and the air that your panting breaths drew in no longer seeming to do much to sustain you, you needed a bit of a break- your free hand clutched at the back of the couch as you pressed your open mouth against the inside of her thigh, moaning her name into her skin as your hips ground down against her again, and then you swung a leg free like you were dismounting your horse.
“N-need a minute,” you sighed, kissing her deeply and mewling into her mouth as you did, her tongue swirling around yours sending shivers and goosebumps all under your skin. “Your mouth-”
“It likes you too,” Wyrria started to chuckle, and then cut it off with a sharp huff, catching a handful of your hair. “Fuck, keep going- yes, Iolanda, fuck me just like that, yes-”
Her hips bucked up against your hand still buried in her silk shorts, her eyes screwed tightly shut, but then she opened them as her motions stilled, and held your gaze firmly.
“Look, I’m not one to bring Gods and all into this,” she murmured swiftly, heatedly, her eyes flicking over you and then holding on yours again, “but that scene in the play where you fucked the woman playing Bellerrel- that certainly looked like fun.”
You let out a light laugh, your fingers slowing in her shorts, more gently in and out and causing her to groan and wriggle back into the couch. “You’re gon’ have to be more specific, sorry, I had a bunch of scenes with Cyrelle.”
Wyrria chuckled, pulling your head in to her neck, and you sucked at it indiscriminately, your tongue flicking over smooth skin and old rope scar just the same. “I want you to fuck me with your tail held between your legs like it’s a cock. Not-” she groaned, driving her shoulders back into the couch, “fuck, not that your fingers don’t feel good, they do, but they’ve gotten the job done a few times already and-”
“You don’t gotta ask me twice,” you muttered heatedly against her neck, your free hand stroking across her chest. It had been a fun surprise, trying that position out – and now that you had your ring, it might prove to be good practice, as well. “I actually got a ring now could really give me one? But not right now I think.”
“Better not to interrupt things running off to some other room to gather things,” Wyrria agreed, pulling your head needfully up to her mouth and groaning into yours.
She was being very open with asking, very open with wanting, and you weren’t sure if it was deliberate but it was certainly appreciated. You pulled your fingers out of her, making her shiver, and tugged her shorts off in the same motion. She pushed herself upright, climbing up onto the arm of the couch for better height, a better angle, and tugged off her shirt, chainmail, and undershirt in one easy motion.
For a brief moment, you just looked down at her – spread back over the back of the couch, breathing heavily and glistening with sweat in a way that outlines her muscles, staring at you hungrily. Your tail curled forward between your legs and you took it in hand, stepping closer to her and laying your other hand on her hip, grasping as you slowly pressed the tip of your tail into her.
Wyrria’s back arched from the couch as a long, low noise peeled out of her, and you took advantage of the opportunity to lean down and catch one of her nipples gently between your teeth. She grabbed at your horns with a high-pitched gasp.
“Harder, harder,” she urged softly but firmly, “bite harder- yes, harder still- fuck!” She wrapped her legs around your back and pulled you in closer until your hips were pressed hard against hers as you listened to her commands. Your thighs pressed tightly together, holding your tail between them – mostly. Mostly holding it, it slid and slipped a little, pressing up against your own slick slit as well, but that was good too.
As your hips drew back, Wyrria groaning and letting you go for a moment, your tightly-sandwiched thighs withdrew your tail from her. As she decided enough was enough and tensed up her legs, strongly drawing you back in toward her, your tail squeezed between your thighs was driven deep into her, and she let out a rough gasp, pulling your head up to hers by both horns.
“Kiss me,” she pleaded against your lips, one hand going to your back while the other twisted into your hair, “kiss me and fuck me and t- and- you can even tell me you love me if you want.”
You were familiar enough with her. She didn’t like asking for things, because they could be denied; things that didn’t matter, she’d gladly ask for. Things that mattered some, she might, but she’d be cagey about it. Things she really wanted? She never really asked for – always found some other way to bring it up, some way to make it about the other person, so that if it was denied, it wouldn’t be any skin off her nose.
Or maybe she was just giving you permission because she could tell it was something you wanted. Something you were holding yourself back from because you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. Maybe she didn’t deeply desire you doing it at all, and was only bringing it up so you’d know you were allowed, but you knew you were going to either way.
“I do love you,” you moaned the words breathlessly, your chest pressed to hers as your hips rocked against hers, your tail-tip sparkling with sensation that sent shivers up your spine. “I love you so much Wyrria- fuck you feel good around my tail.”
Her lips were so warm against yours, her tongue strong but smooth, and capable of plenty of gentleness; her legs wrapped around your hips, her arms around your back, and with both she encouraged you against her and back, helping to set the rhythm and the pace. “Ha, that’s- that’s good,” she nodded firmly, plunging her tongue into your mouth again. “Mixing in the dirty talk like that, yes, good plan.”
You grunted sharply, thrusting deep into her and making her gasp. “I got those from time to time. Fuck, I love you.”
Her fingernails turned in against your back, her legs and her words and her noises encouraging you to pick up the pace, to speed your thrusts and deepen them at once while your own mouth interspersed harsh swears or intimate sweetness randomly between gasps and moans and groans of its own. You told her she meant as much to you as anyone you’d ever met, you told her that her pussy was so tight it was going to make you come again just from clenching around your tail – you told her so many things and you didn’t bother tracking them, ticking them off, noting them. You told her with your words, with your hands clutching at her sides or her chest or her butt, you told her with your hips slapping against hers, you told her with your tongue as it wrestled hers not for dominance but for elation, and she told you as well.
Told you that she wanted you, that she’d been looking forward to meeting you again with anticipation, told you that she’d missed you in your absence. Told you with her legs wrapped tight around you pulling you into her deeper, told you with her back arching to press her belly and chest up against yours, told you with her shouts and gasps and with “more”, with “fuck”, with “harder” and with “Iolanda, please, yes!” and a hundred other ways.
When you collapsed against her lightheaded, it hadn’t been that long – after the ringing subsided from your ears, you were able to hear Chanel’s music box still going – but it felt like it had been quite a while. Your lungs heaved desperately as you laid overtop of her, and her chest rose and fell sharply, deeply, but it seemed more controlled. Her hands swirled loose patterns on your sweaty back and she hummed, groaned, moaned softly, holding you in deep with her legs wrapped around your hips.
“Ain’t-” you gasped out the words around panting breaths, “-ain’t you- got any- limits? To your stamina?”
Wyrria barked out a thready laugh. “Oh, probably, but I’ve been running around for a while. Quite an athletic specimen, I’ve heard- no,” her legs held you in as you tried to withdraw. “Not yet.”
“Was gonna collapse down on the couch,” you muttered swiftly, kissing at her neck, her shoulder, her chest, “but this is good too.”
She snickered, stroking at your spine, at the back of your head. “You were trying really hard, well done. You don’t have to worry about measuring up, though – I’ll show you what I mean in a minute. First let’s make sure you don’t pass out.”
You nodded weakly, mouthing at her neck idly as your hands stroked across her and hers did the same to you, skin slick with sweat – both of yours’, mixed together, and her hands stroked down your upper arms and seemed to guide your own, to adjust the paths of your fingertips so that one set stroked across a scar on her back, just inside of a shoulderblade, while the others slid over a smaller scar on the opposite side, not far from a nipple, and as she was so fond of saying, anyone with a heart should surely have been killed by such a blow.
Of course, you could hear her heart, thumping smoothly and swiftly in her chest. The fact that it was on the wrong side didn’t mean that it was wrong.
“That was really fucking good,” Wyrria sighed, hugging you tight against her. “We’re definitely doing that again. Tail feels better than most toys I’ve felt – usually they’re a bit hard, which can be fun, but sometimes you want something a bit softer.”
“I can be soft or hard for you,” you assured her, then giggled, “which would prob’ly sound sillier if I had a penis!” She snickered as you continued. “I agree though. Tail feels good for me, too – like I said, I c’n feel it in you an’ all and- yeah, it’s good.”
“Mmm, good,” she sighed, then lifted you lightly by your shoulders, grinning. “And like I said, don’t worry about measuring up.”
Gently, she encouraged you upright until you were standing once more, but a couple of minutes of cuddling had given your heart and your lungs plenty of times to catch up to your temporary overexpenditure. Her legs stayed tightly wrapped against your hips, but as she reached down to take hold of your tail and hold it in place inside of her, she gradually released them.
“See?” Wyrria groaned a sigh as she slowly withdrew your tail from her, and you followed suit – your thighs aching slightly from how hard you’d been squeezing them together.
Every time she’d said “more”, you’d tried to give her what she wanted – every time she’d said “deeper”. Slack up the pressure slightly on the backstroke, letting your tail slide forward a little bit, and then tense up again to push in a little bit more. A little bit deeper. It was something you’d found you had to do to a small extent even just to keep the same amount of involvement given how things tended to slip a little, but with her you’d taken it to an extra level, not just maintaining but increasing.
As a result, by the time she finished pulling your tail out of her with a softly spat swear, there was quite a lot of it in there. Wyrria still had her fingers firmly pinched on what had been the base, so to speak, and held that against the elbow of her other arm – and the tip of your tail nearly reached to her wrist.
“What’s that, eleven inches, maybe twelve? Shit,” Wyrria shivered, stretching up to kiss you deeply, her tongue swirling around yours as one hand stroked gently along your tail and made you shiver. “Not a lot of dicks in that range, and I’m not convinced there wasn’t a bit more in there at some point. Certainly more that could be.”
You opened your mouth to say something, but the idea of it just drove the thoughts from your mind and you instead just nodded with a soft noise, Wyrria’s hand cupping the base of your skull as she pressed a firm kiss to your lips.
“Mm,” she sighed gently, then withdrew with a grin. “Good way to start a party. Bodyshots and then fucking a stripper? It’s pretty much my ideal way to start a party actually, so- happy birthday to me, I suppose!”
Your eyes flew wide with worry – you hadn’t gotten her a present, after all. “It’s your birthday?”
Wyrria laughed huskily. “No, no of course not,” she grinned. “I forgot when that was years ago – not like it ever mattered anyway.” Her hand stretched over idly, grabbing at her shirts and tugging them back into place.
“Why not?” You glanced around – your shirt was still alcohol-soaked, so you decided you’d leave it off and grab another one, but you put your bra back on anyway. Everyone had seen you naked, but still, you felt like there was a certain sort of decorum to things. “Didn’t get what you wanted?”
She snorted, hopping up from the couch and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Nope, quite the opposite – got exactly what I asked for, and it was terrible.”
“Careful what you wish for, I guess,” you murmured as you bent over to pick up your panties from the floor, and you yelped as Wyrria’s hand spanked your butt firmly.
“I am now,” she chided, “or at least, very stingy with what I wish for. Think that’s the same thing.”
With a gentle eyeroll, you leaned in to kiss her, and she caught you by one horn, turning the kiss into something much less gentle than you’d intended but no less nice, no less enjoyable.
“I’d like to see you more tonight,” you shivered slightly, speaking softly against her lips, “but what I’m really wishin’ for is just for you to have a good party.”
“Oh, I already have,” she purred, grinning as she tugged her pants back on.
“Good,” you nodded, pulling your panties back up into place, “and don’t you dare leave yet.”
Wyrria snorted. “Please, like I have somewhere else to sleep? Not a party unless I pass out on the floor with a solid chance of never waking up again. Plus I’ve only fucked one stripper at this party so far, and only one time, so that’s clearly not enough.”
As you laughed, you realized something, and suddenly opened your eyes wide. “Oh! And don’t punch any priests!”
She quirked an eyebrow, squinting at you. “You realize who you’re talking to, right? That’s like telling me not to get drunk.”
“I’m just sayin’,” you shook your head, “I know you like punching priests an’ all but there’s a couple at this party? And you shouldn’t go punchin’ ‘em ‘cause I like ‘em.”
“Arbitrary-sounding rule,” Wyrria muttered below her breath, but tipped her head to the side with a roll of her eyes and held out her hand to shake with a groan. “Alright, fine, I won’t punch any priests in attendance at this party.”
“-or priestesses,” you added, holding your hand back.
“Or priestesses,” she muttered swiftly with a narrow-eyed look but an appreciative smirk on her lips, “you’re getting better at this.”
“I gotta deal with demons now,” you waved a hand, “it’s a whole thing, but never mind – alright, no punchin’ priests or priestesses at this party.”
You reached out and shook her hand.
…but not quite quickly enough.
“-unless they ask for it,” Wyrria shot out the words after your hands clasped, but before they shook – but your arm was operating on autopilot and got in two or three shakes before you pulled your hand away with a gasp.
“What! You cain’t go addin’ things after we already shakin’!” You shook your head with a scandalized expression.
Wyrria grinned. “Who did that? I added them in just before we shook – alright fine though, wipe the shock off your pretty face and all, I just meant if they literally ask me.”
Your eyes narrowed. “How would that sound, exactly?”
Her smirk widened. “In my experience? Usually something along the lines of ‘fuck yes, you feel so good riding me, please punch me in the head’. And then I punch them in the head,” she shrugged, “although I don’t think it’s happened with a priest before, but just wanted to cover my bases. Don’t want to go denying a priest’s requests, after all – they’ll curse you for life.”
“Yeah they really don’t do that all that often,” you muttered under your breath with a shake of your head, keeping your voice soft so as not to spark an argument and then clearing your throat and nodding. “Alright, fine, if one of ‘em asks with their words then you c’n punch ‘em.”
“Fantastic!” She nodded. “Pretty sure I can convince a priest to ask that – anyway, did those other two assholes show up yet?”
“Betras and Ersufat?” You glanced around – neither were in that room, but you’d seen them both, certainly. “Yeah, they were here. Probably still are?”
With a smirk, Wyrria leaned in to give you another kiss, brief on the cheek. “Well, suppose I should go give them a hard time. Otherwise they’ll start thinking they’re not knuckleheads. Hey, is that sexy Errillari redhead here tonight?”
“Cailluria?” The word leapt from you with more excitement than you intended, and you saw Wyrria’s smirk sharpen slightly. “No,” you shook your head, “she ain’t, she had other plans – but she’s here in town! And she’ll be here a while, so maybe we c’n all get together some other time?”
With a laugh, Wyrria nodded. “Sure, sure, just- you know, busy schedule and all on my part, so we’ll see.”
“I’ll try to find some way to make it worth your time,” you shot back with a roll of your eyes as the two of you walked through the beaded curtain.
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