Steam rises thick from the inn’s baths in Port-Seulet. Hot water laps our skin. Níniel kneels before Krill, her heavy breasts enveloping his thickening cock. Soft flesh squeezes, slides up and down. His pulse races under her touch. Heart hammers. He sighs, eyes flutter shut, drifting into bliss. Mella drops to her knees before Gardain, lips stretch wide. She swallows his stout shaft deep, throat bulging. Gagging rhythm. Hermine kneels behind, spreads his cheeks. Tongue flicks his puckered ring. Wet heat probes. He arches, bucks. ‘By Adisiaque!’ Balls tighten. Cum surges, floods Mella’s mouth in hot spurts. Ass clenches around Hermine’s invading tongue. Waves crash. Krill stirs, Níniel shifts, her mouth claims his tip. Seed erupts, trapped in warm suction. Bodies tremble. Skin burns.
Upstairs in the attic room, wine Tage warms our blood. Light, fruity haze. Naked now. Cocks rise rigid, six inches of need. Hearts pound like war drums. Mella’s flute trills the repulsion charm. Notes fade. Ritual seals us. Lust coils tight. Krill kneels between Níniel’s spread thighs on the bed. Tongue laps her outer lips, slow circles. Petals part. She moans, arches. Her face buried in Mella’s dripping slit above, elf on all fours. Tongue thrusts deep, nectar flows. Gardain devours my pussy alone. Beard scratches thighs. Sucks my clit hard. Pulse thunders in ears. Sweat beads, drips. Inner walls flutter. We shatter. Juices gush. Mella first, soaking Níniel’s chin. Then her, quivering on elf tongue. I buck, flood Gardain’s mouth. Climax rips through, raw fire.
The Fever
Cocks throb urgent. No more waiting. Gardain crawls up my body. Eyes lock. Tender now. Tip nudges my soaked entrance. Slides in deep, fills me. Slow rocks. Skin slaps soft. Hearts sync, pounding. Love in every grind. Krill stands, muscles bulge. Lifts Mella by thighs. She wraps legs tight, guides his massive rod home. Into her clenching heat. Pounds up, savage rhythm. Níniel kneels behind. Tongue circles his ass. Probes bold. Ring yields, hot and tight. He growls, ‘By the gods! So deep front and back!’ She fucks him with her tongue, in and out. Mella rides hard, walls milk him. Sweat pours. Urgency builds. Balls slap. Ass grips tongue.
Explosion hits. Gardain grunts, buries deep. Cum jets hot inside me. I clench, milk every drop. Krill roars, floods Mella’s depths. She screams, peaks again. Níniel pulls back, smiles. Her joy in giving. Bodies slick, heaving. Skin fever-hot, marked red. Pulses slow. Breaths ragged. Collapse together. Mella slips to our bed. Níniel curls into Krill’s arms. Last night? Maybe. Danger tomorrow in the Bloody Barrow. But this—total, devouring bliss. Skin still tingles. Hearts echo the blaze. Sleep claims us, sated, alive.