They all made it back to the palace without incident. The guards let them through the gates without a word, nodding deference to the royal in their presence, and they retired to the residence wing of the complex.

“That was an unexpectedly pleasant day,” Bren sighed, sinking back into a futon located in one of the common rooms. “I am still surprised that Alastar wound up there. Would have thought he would have made his way to Indelholm by now, stuck up on the scholar’s rock pouring over dusty tomes. It always seemed to be his type of work.”

“Maybe that’s what he’s doing here?” Rosalyn suggested with a shrug. “Didn’t look like he’d really gotten much exercise. Hells, doesn’t look like he’s seen a razor in months, either. That beard was scraggly.”

“That it was,” Bren agreed. “As long as he is happy, that is what matters. I will have to catch up with him someday.”

“Might be a good time tomorrow, if he can work it out,” Kat said, flopping on a chair. “Know what I wanna show Ann isn’t tae yer tastes, so it’d be a perfect time.” Follow current novᴇls on noveⅼfire.net

“I will send a messenger, then,” Bren decided. “I should turn in. There’s a seminar with an old teacher of mine in the morning I do not want to miss. Ladies, have a good night.” Bren stood, bowing dramatically, before spinning on his heel towards a separate section of the building.

That left Ann, Kat, and Rosalyn in the common room. Rosalyn had sunk into a plush chair, feet that didn’t quite reach the floor kicking idly, while Kat had taken her customary position of flopping on Ann.

They laid there for a moment. Enjoying the quiet. Ann shifted slightly under her lover, getting more comfortable, before wrapping her arms around the Protector.

Kat, in response, nuzzled into her shirt, taking a deep breath, then letting it out. “Feck, how do ye always smell so good,” she mumbled.

“Mmm, dunno,” Ann whispered into Kat’s hair. She ran her hands through the brunette strands, slowly playing with the series of braids woven into the mane. It always took her some time whenever Kat needed them re-done, but they were worth it. Gave the wild woman a sense of propriety. Just about the only thing she could call Kat proper on.

Slowly, she reached up and began to massage Kat’s head. A groan vibrating her chest told her she was doing it right. Kat shifted, straddling Ann as she went limp to the fingers digging into her head.

“Feels s’good,” Kat groaned. “Makin’ memelt.”

“All the tension from these braids has to put a strain on your scalp,” Ann muttered, continuing with the massage. Her Deft Hands found points of tension easily, rubbing circles into the muscles and relaxing them.

“Like ‘em though,” Kat said. “Only fancy thing Da’ suggested I liked.”

“Hmm, well I like them too,” Ann hummed.

They fell quiet as Ann continued, taking her time to make sure she got every inch of Kat’s scalp. Quietly, Rosalyn had moved from the couch and was now sitting beside them, waiting her turn.

“Ok, time’s up, get off,” Ann said, unceremoniously dumping Kat off her.

Kat fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes, an incredulous look on her face as she gathered herself before she caught sight of Ann’s next target.

Without waiting for her, Ann had caught hold of Rosalyn’s horns and pulled the woman on top of her. The moment she’d gripped the woman’s bony protrusions, the Druid had gone almost limp, only keeping her arms and legs from getting in the way as she was pulled on top of Ann.

“You really do fall apart with these,” Ann teased, slowly rubbing the horns with her thumbs. The well polished appendages were smooth, ridges circling them every inch or so down their graceful curl.

“C… can’t help it,” Rosalyn said, sounding dazed. “It’s… a thing. I-I can’t.” She went limp, surrendering to the massage.

“Can you even feel this?” Ann asked, actually curious.

“Hard to explain,” Rosalyn moaned, hips moving slightly. “Like it’s in my head, but not. Horns’re part of my head, I guess.”

“And that makes you go near noodly because?” Kat purred, crawling up next to them on the couch.

Rosalyn’s body tensed, a sign that she was blushing even if her skin colour didn’t show it. “I… um…”

“Oh?” Kat gasped. “Do ye like bein’ tugged around by ‘em?” The Alfhindur reached up, pushing one of Ann’s hands away and gave one horn an experimental tug.

The moan that escaped Rosalyn’s lips caught them both off guard. Her thighs clenched as she squirmed on top of Ann.

The movements and the close contact, not to mention watching Kat toy with Rosalyn, were getting to Ann. She felt her cock stirring, slowly pushing against her underwear, and beginning to lift her kilt. Her breath sped up as she laid there, trapped between the moaning woman as her other girlfriend toyed with her.

“Oh? Looks like Ann likes it too,” Kat chuckled, cocking her head to see the bulge. “Mmm, got an idea. Ann. Kilt off. Now,” she ordered.

Doing as she was commanded, Ann shuffled, doing her best to slide down her kilt while keeping Rosalyn on top of her. It was awkward, and she was only able to get it down around her knees, cock springing free to stick straight up in the air. The massive length stood proudly, twitching in the cool air of the room. A thought hit her. “Kat, we should probably move. It’s too open here. What if…” Kat’s hand clamped over her mouth. Ann looked at the woman and saw her Alfhindur lover blushing furiously. She knew. She knew, and she still wanted to go for it. A thrill raced through Ann.

Removing her grip from Ann’s mouth, Kat pulled off Rosalyn’s skirt, tossing it to the side, along with the underwear.

“Now, ye’re right,” Kat whispered. “But I think I know how tae keep ye both quiet. Keepin’ yer mouths occupied.” Kat grabbed Rosalyn by both horns, drawing another desperate moan from the woman, and pulled her around so she came face to face with Ann’s cock.

Katlyn

She wasn’t sure what she was doing, just that Rosalyn seemed to love it. She had her there, face just shy of pressing into Ann’s incredible cock. The woman’s horns were sturdy, and when she tested her strength on them, they barely gave. Somehow, this only drew another moan from the Druid, further kindling the heat between Kat’s legs. Taking a deep breath, she pulled the woman forward, rubbing her face up and down Ann’s shaft. Rosalyn’s eyes fluttered shut as she was pushed around, letting Kat steer her willingly.

“Feck, ye should see ‘er,” Kat muttered to Ann, transfixed. “Girl’s gone already, an’ she’s not even on the thing.”

Ann had busied herself, wrapping her arms around Rosalyn’s waist, and from the looks of it, was already getting started.

“Eager as ever,” Kat chuckled. “Now, little lamb, do ye want this cock?” As she asked, she pulled Rosalyns face up, smearing it with the pre-cum that had dripped off the tip. “Stick out that tongue. Taste it,” she commanded.

She felt Rosalyn shiver through her horns, and watched as the woman obediently opened her mouth, lolling her tongue out to lazily lick at the pre-slicked rod shoved in her face.

“Good girl,” Kat crooned. She repeated her motions a few times, letting Rosalyn slowly lick up the entire length, then down again.

Gods, Kat thought, why is this doing so much fer me?

Watching Rosalyn eagerly lick up another drop of pre-cum that trailed down Ann’s length banished the thought.

“Good girl,” she repeated, cradling the woman’s horns still. “Do ye want yer reward?”

The look she got from Rosalyn made her heart skip a beat. Hooded hazel eyes cracked open, barely focused, as she stared up at Kat. She felt the response, the tug of the horns in her hands as Rosalyn tried to nod. She couldn’t help herself and pulled the woman up into a kiss. Kat devoured Rosalyns lips, tasting Ann’s pre as she pushed her tongue into the Druid’s mouth. Gods, she loved this meek little thing. She pulled back, an audible pop sounding as their lips parted. Rosalyn panted, tongue lolling out of her mouth, looking up with a dazed expression. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” Kat breathed. “Now, your reward.”

She grasped the Druid’s horns firmly, pulling her face up, putting her mouth just at the tip of Ann’s cock. She waited, watching the woman obediently taking the throbbing head into her mouth, suckling on it as she tasted that wonderful salty sweetness. Gods, she wanted to be in Rosalyn’s place, but that could come later.

Without further warning, she pulled down, spearing the cock into Rosalyn’s mouth, feeling  resistance as she hit her throat. Rosalyn gagged violently, then moaned. “Good girl,” Kat crooned, not letting her move. “But ye’ve got more tae take. Come on.”

She pulled up, watching Rosalyn’s lips drag behind the motion as they clung to Ann’s flesh. Then pumped down again. She got a bit further this time, Ann’s skill starting to take effect, making entry easier.

I wonder if she could turn that off, Kat paused for a moment to wonder as she held a drooling Rosalyn down. I’d love tae see how this one’d take it.

Lewd thoughts filling her mind, she pulled again, and got to a rhythm. She felt Rosalyn quake as she surrendered control of her head, letting Kat use her to pleasure Ann. The feeling of power over the woman was intoxicating, but there was something inside her telling Kat to be careful. “Breathe, little lamb,” she purred, dragging her off the cock. “Can’t ‘ave ye breakin’ on us.”

“Kat, I’m fucking close,” Ann whined, pulling her face from Rosalyn’s ass. “She’s cum like five times. Please, c’mon.”

“Patience, love,” Kat rebuked her lover. “She’s almost ready for her. Ye like this? Feelin me usin ‘er throat tae fuck ye?”

Ann’s cock twitched, followed by a moan as Kat let go of one horn to slowly stroke the Lupine’s length. Ann’s hips began to buck into the grip, pre-cum flowing freely.

“Look at ‘er little lamb,” Kat said, continuing to tease her lovers. “So ready tae fill ye up. Ye ready? Ready tae be a good lil’ throat tae fuck?”

Rosalyn nodded, fiercely pulling against Kat’s hand as she tried to get to the cock bobbing just inches from her face.

Grinning, Kat grabbed her horns and pulled again, forcing the woman down in one pull. There was another gag, a brief struggle before Rosalyn got her reflex under control, then a deep moan.

“Fuck, that’s it Kat,” Ann panted, hips still pumping. “I’m so fucking close. I’m cumming, oh, oh shit.” The Lupine curled, her body wrapping around Rosalyn’s as she came.

Kat held Rosalyn down, keeping the floundering Druid’s lips flush with the base, and leaning in. “Drink it all, little lamb. Don’t ye spill a drop,” she whispered dangerously, letting a threat carry on her tone. The effect was perfection. Rosalyn shook, eyes rolling back as she came apart again, shaking as she drank desperately.

Finally, after probably a minute, Ann’s orgasm subsided. The woman laid back on the couch, panting, releasing Rosalyn from her grasp. Likewise, Kat slowly dragged the Druid’s lips up and off the dick she so desperately sucked at. Kat let go suddenly, and Rosalyn fell, face slapping into the mess of drool and cum at the base of Ann’s cock. Lazily, the druid began to lick up the excess, barely moving her head.

“She ok?” Ann asked, twisting on the couch to get a better look at her smaller girlfriend.

“Feck, she came just suckin’ ye there,” Kat whispered in awe. “Think our little one may be a bit more depraved than we’re givin’ ‘er credit for.”

“Speaking of depraved,” Ann grunted, pulling Rosalyn up into a more upright position. “We’re out in a public place, Kat. The fuck?”

“Ye didn’t seem tae mind,” Kat purred. I sure feckin’ don’t. Kat crawled up Ann’s front, pushing Rosalyn to the side. The woman moaned, but didn’t protest.

“What if, what if someone sees us?”

“Mmm, ye think they might?” Gods, I hope so. Kat undid her belt, not wasting time on her top. Her underwear and pants stuck to her, soaked with her arousal. Sliding up to straddle Ann’s already soaking length.

“Kat,” Ann hissed.

“Shut up,” Kat whispered back. She lifted her hips, reaching a hand back and aligning that glorious cock with her soaking folds. “Just shut up an’ feck me.”

She slammed her hips home, taking every inch of that massive length into her, feeling it hit her cervix and demand entry. That tight little ring held fast, but she wished it wouldn’t. Gods, she loved doing this. Taking it all before that damn skill could ruin her fun. That flash of pain turning into pleasure as it hit the most sensitive part of her body. Ann let out a moan that was quickly cut off by Kat’s hand.

“I said, shut up,” Kat growled as she rolled her hips. Already, she could feel either her body or the cock adjusting, allowing her to hilt more comfortably. Gods, it still felt incredible. It did nothing for the girth and it stretched her wonderfully.

Slowly, she lifted her hips, feeling the emptiness as Ann’s cock receded before smacking back down in a juicy slap. “Feck,” she moaned, biting her own lip fiercely to keep herself from screaming.

Kat felt her ears burning as she desperately tried to control herself. Sitting up to grind on that twitching member in her core, she glanced around the room. No one was there, but what if there were? What would happen? Her reputation? The family? People knowing she was a pervert that fucked her girlfriends out in the open? And why did this make her hornier?

A moan threatened to escape her lips as she felt Ann’s hands grasp her hips. Those strong, dexterous fingers finding their place and taking control of her movements. She felt Ann pulling at her, wanting to lift her so she could start fucking. Kat denied this for a moment, revelling in her position as she looked down at her girlfriend.

The Warrior’s ears were flattened back against her head. Rich brown skin shining with sweat as she strained underneath her. Those delicious lips were parted in a pant, barely hinting at the sharp teeth underneath. Sharp teeth that felt incredible as they sank into her shoulder. She couldn’t help herself. Kat surrendered to the pull, allowing Ann to move her hips, guiding them as they began to fuck in earnest.

Wet clapping resounded in the room as she felt Ann taking her, feeling her inner walls stretch to accommodate the ridiculous cock being rammed into her. It was like nothing she’d felt and she kept falling in love with it. Between shaky breaths, she turned her face, tilting it up, praying Ann would notice and kiss her. She didn’t have to wait long before she felt soft skin press against hers. Instinctually, she sought Ann’s tongue with her own, wanting to taste her love.

Her head swam as she felt her muscles begin to tighten. She was always careful to relax in these moments, using the last remaining bit of her will to not crush her lover. She felt the heat in her core, the fluttering of the muscles inside her as Ann’s cock was squeezed. Felt herself milking it, desperate to be filled. Loving how it felt even larger as she began to cum.

Ann wasn’t quite ready. Her hands had wandered from Kat’s hips up to her back, but they returned. Fingers grasped her ass as she was lifted, then pushed down. She mewled into the woman’s breasts, trying to keep quiet as her oversensitive insides were abused.

“Please,” she panted. “Please, fuck me, Ann. Make me yers, as ye’re mine. Claim me.”

Her provocation worked as a feral snarl escaped Ann’s lips. One, two, three more savage pumps that tested her limits, and she felt the incredible warmth begin to spread in her core. Kat locked her legs, denying Ann any possibility of pulling out, not that she ever would.

They laid there. Kat wasn’t sure for how long, but she felt cum running down her thigh. Cursing, she quickly hopped off Ann, moaning as she slid that wonderfully hard member out of her, and caught the drop before it hit the furniture.

Looking down at herself, she was shocked it was just that drop. Her stomach looked bloated. Almost like she’d had a large meal. The normally taut abs were smoothed over, a small bulge where they used to be.

“Feck, ye came more the second time,” she gasped, feeling it shift within her. “An’ I really need tae get tae a privy. This isn’t stayin’ in forever.”

“Your room?” Ann asked, carefully wiping her crotch with her kilt.

“Where else?” Kat grabbed her pants, wrapping them around her waist and trying to cover as much as she could, before she took off down the hall.

She heard Ann scoop up a still slightly dazed Rosalyn and hurry after her. Throwing her private quarters’ door open, she thanked the Gods she had her own place to bathe and scrambled for the tub. Turning on the water, she sat and relaxed her muscles.

Kat rounded the corner, quickly closing the door, and darting to the bathroom as she felt the mass of cum inside her flow out. Slowly, the water around her lower half became obscured with clouds of her lover’s seed.

“Holy shit,” Ann gasped, glancing into the tub as she sat Rosalyn safely on a stool.

“No feckin’ shit,” Kat laughed. “Feel like a Godsdamned pastry.”

“Sorry,” Ann apologized in that reflexively bashful way of hers.

“Nae, nae, feels amazin’,” Kat said, defusing her girlfriend’s worry. “How’s the little lamb?”

“Still a little out of it. You really did a number on her,” Ann muttered, grasping the Druid by the cheeks and looking into her eyes.

“Just felt like proddin’ that side o’ ‘er I see whenever we grab one o’ ‘er horns,” Kat shrugged. “Didn’t expect this good o’ a reaction.”

“She’s happy, though,” Ann confirmed, wisps of purple dissipating from her eyes as her insight skill faded. Damn useful thing, that.

“Love that li’l thing,” Kat sighed as she relaxed in the bath. “Such a perverted mind in such an innocent face.”

“You and me both. Speaking of perverts,” Ann chuckled, stripping off the rest of her clothes and joining Kat in the bath. “You really got off on that whole public thing.”

“I… well… uh…” Kat sputtered, hands flailing as she tried to express herself. “Just, I dinnae. Feckin’ does somethin’ fer me.”

“Then I’ve got an idea for next time. Provided Rosalyn’s down for it,” Ann muttered to herself.

“What?” Kat asked, her mind racing.

“Nothing,” Ann deflected, beginning to wash herself.

This damn woman, Kat cursed to herself, feeling her heart begin to race again.