Silvan carries Tila away and Andreas goes off to find his healing potion, leaving you alone with the comely white-haired elf. Lyssa unties her cloak and lets it drop to the floor. She presses you back against the wall with the force of her kiss and her hands are everywhere on your body. Her lips press hotly against your neck. Her tongue teases from lobe to tip of your sensitive ear as she slips a hand beneath your blouse. "You did very well," she gasps. "You deserve a reward. Take off your clothes for me, my beauty."
You are so intent on studying the book that you barely notice as Tila slips off the bed and crawls before you. Her paws at your trousers get your attention. She struggles with the laces of your pants and looks up to give you a plaintive, "Maoooo." You see she is holding her both open and flexing her tongue as she quickly breathes in and out. You've never seen a human panting before, but it might look something like this. "Master," she purrs. "Master, I need your cream. I need it in my tummy."
Several of the merchants gather around you to look at you injury. They argue with each other in a language you cannot understand and become quite annoying as they pass cures and balms back and forth. They thrust some into your face saying, "Buy! This good! Buy!" Finally, Winona comes over, scattering them with swings of her hips until only a small, squinty-eyed old merchant man remains. She puts her hands on his shoulders and rests her bountiful bosom on the top of his head as she pushes him towards you. "This is Rerik. He sells their medicines. He and I had a... long conversation earlier. You can help my friend, can't you, Rerik?" "Have potions," he says, taking out a small leather case and showing you several. "Potions of heal. Potion of stronger. Potion of more good make love. This one, pink one, potion change around gender. Probably not good for you. This one distilled milk of succubus. Anyone who tastes will fall in love with the next person they see." The prices for his potions are actually quite reasonable. You could afford two or maybe even three if you really exhausted your coins. Winona explains that she got you a discount and you "owe her a visit" later. She leaves you to negotiate with Rerik as she has many customers to deal with.
(OOC: Sorry about not being around last night. Had some IRL stuff going on. Should be available on and off all day today.)
"Mmm" Vi'lea moans in pleasure, enjoying what Lyssa is doing to her. Her body starts getting hot and her pussy wet. The dark elf is happy to oblige the request, but makes sure not to rush as she wants to enjoy this for as long as she can. Finally she stands naked before the elf, one hand on her hip, a saucy smile on her lips. "Like what you see?"
"Very much, my dear," says Lyssa. She begins to kiss you again. There is no rush to her desire, but a smoldering heat beneath every soft press of her lips and the hot, sweet slip of her tongue over yours. Her kiss is flavored with an exotic, spicy liqueur. Some private stock she was drinking instead of the watery ale served below. Her hand gathers the weight of one of your breasts and she leans down to slowly and wetly run her tongue around your nipple. Her lips close around your areola and she looks into your eyes as she suckles at your breast. The warmth of her saliva mingles with the caress of her tongue and the intermittent suction she teases your breast with. Her fingers find your other nipple, pinching and lightly twisting, pulling so as to lift your breast by the sensitive nipple. There is just a hint of pain to everything she does, but it only sweetens the pleasure she gives. Her kiss disengages from one breast and moves to the other. She bathes your nipples, kisses between your soft valley of titflesh, and slowly begins to move lower.
"Mmm, yeeesss" Vi’lea moans in pleasure, each kiss sending a wave of warmth through her body. With every kiss her arousal grows a little more. "Ooohhh… don’t stop… more…" She moans louder as the elf focuses on her breasts. The dark elf’s slit quickly grows wet. When Lyssa starts moving down Vi’lea spreads her legs a bit more in anticipation of what is to come, offering her easier access to her quim.
Lyssa's journey to your quim is slow and teasing, with many stops along the way to flick her tongue at your flesh and suck lightly at your thigh. Her fingers reach you first, stroking the length of you slit as she begins to whisper something. You're not sure what's happening until you see a slightly shimmering cylinder appear in the air. Her tongue reaches your sex and Lyssa begins to lick and awaken your bud. She's so nimble with that tongue, it feels like she is peeling your clit from its hood. Once your little button is fully engorged, she begins to madly suck it and flick it with her tongue. The pleasure is excruciating. While Lyssa is pleasuring you with her mouth, the shimmering translucent cylinder moves lower, between your thighs. A moment later you feel a tingling pressure at the entrance to your juicy slit. A gentle warmth and hardness that pushes past your folds and fills you like a man might, but better. Crackling with magic pleasure. This phantom phallus begins to slowly thrust into you while Lyssa remains focused on your clit. Your orgasm builds quickly towards a crescendo. Lyss looks up at you with those lovely silver-blue eyes, mouth clamped atop your slippery mound, magic cock thrusting in and out of your slick channel. She seems to plead with her eyes for you to cum.
Andreas smiles nervously as Winona shuffling sexily away. Oh well. The kitchen sex wasn't unpleasant, and with any luck, the next time won't have to compete with the smells of rotting fish. Besides, better than having his hand amputated. As Rerik rattles off his list of wares, Andreas mentally pauses as "potion change around gender." Seriously? He has one? Andreas had never formally studied potions and brewing in university, but the rarer and more dramatic ones always intrigued him. He first heard about a gender switch one in the High Elven Cities, but thought they were mere rumors -- or threats levied against wayward authors who had a penchant for sleeping with people he ought not to. He took stock of his coins, and he figured he had enough for three minus tonight's lodgings, after some haggling with Rerik. Quite frankly, he may need a job soon if he intends to keep up with this adventure. He purchases two potions of healing, one for himself and one for future use for the gang, and, compelled by curiosity, a "potion change around gender." He makes a note to distill later to learn of its properties. He uncorks his as he pays, sipping it with relief. Already, his hand burns with regenerating nerves. "Pleasure doing business with you Rerik," he says through strained teeth. "Will that be all? Because I think I have to 'thank' someone." (OOC: It's all good. Gave us a chance to regroup I think.)
Vi’lea’s moans grow even louder as Lyssa’s kisses gradually get closer to her clit. She tries to not be too loud, but the elven woman is just too good. "Lyssa… that feels so good…" She lets out as her white-haired lover focuses on her clit. "Yes, oh, yes! I’m almost there!" The dark elf moans and buries her hands in the elf’s hair as she feels her fist orgasm rapidly approaching. When the shimmering dildo enters her tight pussy it almost brings her over the edge, but she manages to resist, wanting to prolong this pleasure as much as possible. Vi’lea’s resistance finally crumbles when she sees the pleading look in Lyssa’s eyes. "Yes! Oh, yes! Aaaaaoooohhhhh!" She screams in pleasure as she cums, her juices flowing out like a river. Lost in pleasure the dark elf instinctively presses Lyssa’s mouth against her clit and holds her there. She barely manages to remain standing. Finally, after what feels like hours but is much shorter, Vi’lea’s orgasm passes and she lets go of Lyssa’s head. Still panting heavily she looks down at her lover. "That… was… wonderful… You have to teach me that shimmering dildo spell later. But now… I want to taste you, and make you feel good…" She says with lust-filled voice.
The healing potion is quite foul tasting, but begins to work even as Rerik is packing up his wares. He leans in on your shoulder before he leaves and murmurs, "Be careful with gender potion. If man becomes woman and he becomes pregnant, potion never wears off. Otherwise lasts two to three days." The old merchant gives you an almost imperceptible wink with one of his squinting eyes and rejoins his companions. Winona continues about her duties, serving various customers as the crowd begins to thin. She sees you watching her and comes over to say, "One hour. My house is behind the tavern. Don't knock, just come up the stairs to see me."
Lyssa slips the glistening dildo from inside you and sucks its length clean while she gazes at you. She rises back to her feet, undressing herself as she kisses you and shares your sweet taste. Her bare breasts are soon against yours. Her delicate quim presses against your thigh as your legs intertwine. She pulls you back towards the bed and lies down on her back. She looks you in the eyes as she holds her legs behind her knees and pulls them up almost to her breasts, her feet hanging in the air. Her pink gently opens. Her tiny, tight anus is exposed. "Come and have a taste of me then, my sweet," she purrs.
He smirks then nods, waiting for Rerik to leave. Okay, don't mess with it while the caravan is in town. Got it. With a coal stick, he marks the gender switch potion with "G.S. NO USE" and slips it into his satchel. Then Winona finds him and issues her demands. He smiles through a grimace. One hour, well, enough for the potion to work anyway. He has a rather full dinner for what it's worth, not really giving his activities today the context they deserved until now. The hour passes quickly, intoned with a final belch of cat-piss ale. He sighs, making his way to the rear of the tavern. He ascends the wooden steps, then unwraps his hand. Pink new skin has replaced the charred old, a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis. The potion hadn't imparted the grand amount of energy Lyssa had the night before, but his new-found abilities were certainly topped off. He shrugs. Ah well, worse ways to spend the night. With a groan, he pushes the door open.
Winona has very clearly been waiting for you. No, that's not exactly it, she has been... preparing for you. The voluptuous barmaid has changed out of her deep-necked serving girl costume and into some of the finest lace and silk you've seen this side of a gnome brothel. A lace corset gathers up her enormous breasts into a pile so plump and inviting that you suspect you could lose a battleaxe between those luscious mounds. Her quim has been swaddled in pink satin framed by matching garters that connect to the stocking she is wearing. She is lying on her side, watching you as you enter, her boudoir filled with her perfumed scent. Even her honey blond hair has been teased into something resembling fashion and tied with several pink ribbons. "Well hello," she says, with all her cultured seduction adding, "Fancy a fuck?"
"Mmm" Vi’lea moans and rubs her thigh against the elf’s quim as she enjoys the kiss. After it ends her eyes roam all over her lover’s body while Lyssa gets on the bed. "So beautiful… I’ll never get tired of looking at you…" She says as she looks at the elven woman. She brings her face close and is pleased to discover that Lyssa has gotten wet. She takes a deep breath, enjoying the elf’s aroma. "You smell so nice…" She plants a brief kiss on the exposed pussy in front of her, then starts licking slowly from the bottom to the small clit on top, enjoying the taste. Before long she switches from licking to tongue-fucking the tight slit for a bit before pulling away. "Mmm, you taste so good, Lyssa…" Vi’lea compliments her lover. She moves her face a little lower and starts to lick the elf’s tight anus while two fingers replace her tongue inside the elf’s quim.
With impressed eyes, Andreas stifles a laugh at the decor. Then he fails, heartily guffawing. "Winona my dear, you are something." He latches the door behind him. "I like this. I like this a lot. I feel honored, honestly." In her lace and stockings, Winona is positively radiant, the effort she had thrown into this being the most arousing factor. Hurling his hat to a coatstand and hanging his jacket and satchel. he edges himself onto the bed and traces a finger along her side. "Absolutely. But my way this time. I've had a long day." He gently pushes her to her back, rearing up over her. Her breasts are so plentiful, Andreas allows the urge to bury his face succeed. He kisses her cleavage, lightly nibbling at her skin while plying them through her corset. The perfume in the air surges across his brain, as he marks a path of kisses across her neck up to her jaw, and captures her mouth in a long kiss. He slides a hand along her side, the cool silk feeling marvelous over the new skin of his palm. He breaks the kiss. "Allow me to enjoy you Winona."
"Oh, yeah, that's what I'm talking about," Riekan groans at the sight of Pepper's perfect, pale tits. "You're a goddess, Pepper, none of those elves even hold a candle to you." He continues to stroke his cock, hardened beyond belief by the young redhead's teasing. He senses a playfulness in Pepper that makes him believe she would be up to more. "Play with yourself too, Pepper," he suggests. "No reason I should be the only one getting pleasure here."
Lyssa responds to each caress of your tongue. Her sweet juices flow from the pink folds of her quim, a warm nectar that coats your tongue with each lick. She pulls her knees back even more as your tongue finds the hot divot of her anus. Her little hole clenches beneath your tongue and a soft gasp of pleasure escapes her lips. Apparently this elf likes her ass played with as she seems to go wild each time you give it a lick. Your fingers press into her hot, slick quim and she rocks her hips, fucking herself onto you and grinding her clenched ass against your tongue. "Ohhhh Vi'lea," she moans. "You're so talented with your tongue. Lick me there... yesss... and fuck me just like that with your fingers." You can feel her growing tension. There can be no doubt you're on the brink of making her cum.
Winona's kiss is hungry and flavored with mint-leaf. She pulls you into her arms, her breasts cushioning your body and her thighs opening to you as you begin to kiss her. Her body reacts, soft and warm, to your every touch. Her overflowing breasts seem to envelop you in her sweet scent. The heat of her quim can be felt through her satin panties. "Been years since I've hard a proper ravishing," she moans. "Have a go at it. I'm all yours."
She watches intently as your precum drips from your cock. "Is that your seed coming out?" she gasps. "Did you make it cum?" At your urging she hurriedly unlaces the front of her leathers and thrusts her hand into the white of her underclothes. She immediately whimpers with pleasure, humping against her fingers as she watches you stroking. Her firm tits jiggle slightly as she rides against her fingers, strumming her clit and watching raptly. "Does it feel good, Riekan?" she moans. "I want you to make it feel good. Make it spill its seed for me."
