[Musing] Lien's Adventures Part 3: Curious

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Lien's Adventures Part 3: Curious

“Welcome to Mesa Medicinals! What do you need?” The tauren woman greeted from her seat on the blanket near the back of the shop, her voice cheerful, but with a slight drawl to her words. The shop was small, really just a tent with some blankets laid out on top of the grass, a half-dozen or so shelves placed around the periphery, stocked with baskets of dried herbs and bottles of colorful liquids. She was flanked by shelves full of empty bottles and baskets of herbs, a mortar and pestle on one side, and a low table on the other, covered in beakers and bottles connected by crazy, twisted tubing; everything she needed, all within arm’s reach.

The woman in the middle of the blanket sat cross-legged, a long, faintly-smoking pipe delicately nestled between two fingers. She had warm, evenly-toned honey-brown fur, and had a mane to match, her hair tied into two thick braids that hung down in front of her shoulders, the tails dangling just above her chest. An impressive chest, to be certain, even in her relatively modest robes, it was easy to see the woman’s udders were enormous, easily the size of a human’s head. Between the loose robes and the sitting position, the rest of her figure was hidden from view, but nothing could truly hide such a spectacular chest from the world. She smiled softly at the new customer, a placid, almost sleepy smile, the corners of her hazel eyes crinkling slightly, showing her age. She wasn’t old, by any stretch, but she certainly gave off an impression of maturity. 

Lien smiled as she stepped into the tent fully. “Greetings. I’m just looking, for the moment.” She offered with a small bow, before turning, her emerald-green eyes sweeping around the room, searching the shelves carefully. Silence hung over the tent for a moment as she looked, her lips slowly twisting into a small frown. Finding nothing, she turned back to face the owner again. “Perhaps you can help me, after all… I need a few things, and I don’t see them on your shelves.”

The tauren grinned again. “Of course, if you need something special, I can mix it up for you.”

Lien smiled. “Excellent! It’s nothing terribly complicated, just…” Her voice dropped a little in volume, and she leaned down a little closer to the woman. “I’ve run out of maiden’s powder, and I was hoping I could get a few vials each of bull oil, firebloom essence, and lotus nectar…”

The tauren woman felt her cheeks flush, her placid demeanor suddenly crumbling. “That’s… quite the list.” She muttered, quietly. “I, um… I don’t usually keep most of those on the shelves. I have some maiden’s powder available, and I might have a vial of bull oil, but I’ll have to prepare the rest…” She explained, then hesitated, biting her lip for a moment. “...I don’t mean to be rude, but, uh… I’ve heard of people using them for… you know. But… do they really, um…  work?” She asked, somewhat shyly.

Lien looked surprised for a heartbeat, then a sly smirk spread across her lips. “What’s your name?”

The tauren blinked. “...Nara. Nara Smokewalker.” 

“Well, Nara… Would you like to find out?” Lien asked, her voice husky.

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“I’ve never done anything like this- Ooh! Cold!” Nara gasped, squirming at the sudden drizzle of cold oil on her stomach.

“Just relax.” Lien instructed, pouring out the last of the firebloom essence from the vial. “Once it gets spread around, it’ll start to warm up…” She reassured, setting the empty vial aside, her hands going to the tauren woman’s midsection, thumbs sweeping through the pool of oil and spreading it over the woman’s belly in sweeping, circular motions. Nara shivered slightly.

Lien’s hands roamed the curves the tauren’s robe had hidden away, her eyes drinking them in as her fingers explored them. Lien had found most mainland woman to be small and tick-thin, but this woman had curves even she was envious of. She was marvelous soft and thick around the middle, but maintained her womanly curves by virtue of being equally blessed everywhere else. Her hips were wide and round, attached to thighs that were thick and yet delightfully firm to the pandaren’s caressing hands. The tauren’s three-fingered hands struggled to maintain some modicum of modesty by covering her breasts, but even those large hands couldn’t truly hide sich spectacular endowments. Lien nudged insistently at the woman’s wrists until her hands relented, pulling away to reveal a pair of long, thick, deliciously suckable pink nipples, standing firm and proud atop breasts even larger than Lien’s own impressive bust.

Lien worked Nara up slowly, starting with her stomach and sides, then sweeping down to her hips and thighs, teasing at the edges for her inner thighs before pulling away and shifting her attention to the tauren’s breasts. Her hands slowly scaled those mountainous mammaries, caressing around the edges, working their way up toward their peaks, until her skillful fingers finally closed on the woman’s nipples. They were nearly the size of Lien’s pinkie, long and thick and apparently sensitive, as the tauren woman couldn’t seem to stop squirming and mooing softly as her fingertips worked the oil into them, tugging and tweaking the tender buds occasionally. 

Then came the final bastion. Lien’s hands slid down, down, down, all the way to the woman’s knees, gently but insistently prying them apart, spreading those thick, juicy thighs to bare the tender core of her womanhood. Her hands worked over the woman’s inner thighs, slowly, methodically, working their way closer and closer to the tender lips at their center. Nara’s hands went to her face, covering her eyes in shame as her cheeks burned, feeling the pandaren’s eyes on her womanhood, her tender folds glistening with arousal. Lien’s thumbs grazed at her outermost lips, a teasing touch that made Nara tense up for a moment, before those talented hands suddenly pulled away.

Surprised by the sudden absence, Nara pulled her hands away from her eyes just in time to see Lien uncork the vial of pale lavender lotus nectar with a soft smile. “You’re going to enjoy this.” The pandaren promised, suddenly shifting positions, scissoring her thighs with Nara’s, her own womanhood suddenly pressed tightly against Nara’s, their lips grinding together as she tipped the vial. Nara gasped at the touch, then gasped harder when she felt the cool liquid pouring over the spot where their bodies met. Lien bit her lip and rolled her hips, grinding their bodies together, spreading the concoction over them both.

Both potions hit Nara at once. Her skin began to feel warm, flushed… sensitive. It was like everywhere the oil had touched had become an erogenous zone, the faintest of breezes becoming a sensual caress, her nipples hardening almost painfully as they stiffened even further. At the same time, her lower lips were suddenly incredibly sensitive, every touch and movement over them amplified, intensified. Nara squirmed under the sudden onslaught of sensations, almost like she was trying to escape them, but succeeded only in grinding her lips against Lien’s, drawing a gasp from both of them. The pandaren’s hand came down to the union of their bodies, fingers sliding between their slick folds, caressing and parting them, letting the last of the lavender liquid flow into them, coating their already-soaking depths.

Lien let out a purr as she bt her lip and ground her folds against Nara’s, her hard clit grazing against the tauren’s flushed outer lips. “Mmm… Intense, isn’t it?” Lien asked, punctuating her question with a pointed swirl of her hips, drawing a moan of agreement from the larger tauren woman. “And this isn’t even the best part…” Lien teased, a playful smirk crossing her lips, suddenly pulling away from her. 

Nara’s eyes snapped open as the sensations suddenly stopped, leaving her body hot and aching for more, her limbs trembling as a faint breeze made her nipples throb almost painfully. Why would she stop? She looked after Lien longingly, seeing the curvy little panda bend down, fishing around in a bag, seemingly unconcerned with the state she left her in. Nara whimpered. She was burning up, she couldn’t just stop like this, she needed more! Unthinkingly, trembling hands rose, blunt digits seeking out the the most sensitive spots. Two fingers closed on a nipple, making her moo softly as she gave it a pinch, the moo growing louder as she twisted, the pain and pleasure blurring together in her lust-addled mind. The other slid down between her thighs, one thick finger curling as it found the throbbing center of her womanhood, desperately pushing between her tender lips, spreading them as it plunged into her core, all the way to the second knuckle. She shook, the surge of sensation making her back arch, and began to pump her finger in and out, drinking in the pleasure.

“Wow, you really couldn’t wait, could you? Maybe using both the first time was a little much…” Lien muttered, teasingly, as she straightened up. “Well, don’t worry… this bad boy will scratch that itch.” She purred, holding up a wrist-thick double-sided dildo, easily longer than her forearm with a banana-esque bend in the middle, each end crowned with a fat, helmeted tip. In the other, she held the vial of bull oil, freshly uncorked. She swiftly poured the vial over the length of the toy, discarding the empty vial to put both hands to work smearing every lovingly-sculpted veiny inch of the beast with the oil until it was glistening and dripping in the light. Satisfied with her handiwork, she brought the beast between her thighs, biting her lip as she pressed one blunt end of it against her own glistening folds. “Oooh~, fuck…” Lien moaned softly as she gave the thing a sudden push, burying one end of the thing in her sensitive folds.. She let go, her trained core gripping it tight, holding it in place, the free end twitching slightly as depths trembled with the sensation. “Now… your turn.” she purred, looking hungrily at the tauren’s busy fingers, one hand drifting down to idly stroke the unused end of the toy like it was a real cock.

Nara’s eyes widened as Lien climbed on top of her again, deftly sliding between her thighs to push the false phallus forward until its rigid head grazed against the tauren’s knuckle each time it pumped in and out of her slit. She craned her neck, looking through the valley between her mountainous melons to gaze upon the monstrous tool. It was certainly bigger than her finger… Slowly, she pulled the nectar-soaked digit from her slit, making way for the pandaren’s toy. Lien didn’t waste the opening. She pushed her hips forward as soon as the way was clear, feeling the end inside her shift and push as the tauren’s entrance resisted the invader, biting her lip to stifle a moan as she tightened her core and redoubled her efforts. Nara’s back arched sharply as the smooth, rigid shaft, slick with both the oil and her own nectar, pushed past her tender folds and into her overly-sensitive depths, the surge of sensations driving a sweet, trembling moan from her lungs.

Lien bit her lip harder as she pushed the toy deeper into Nara’s sweetly trembling depths, every spasm of the tauren woman’s core making the end planted in her own pussy shift and push a little deeper. When their bodies met, stretched lips pressed against stretched lips, aching buds grinding together, she finally let loose the moan she was holding back, her voice mingling with Nara’s own cry of delight. She trembled slightly as she held herself there for a long moment, feeling every twitch and spasm of Nara’s walls pushing at the rigid shaft connecting them, her hips mindlessly rolling, grinding her pussy against the tauren’s. The lotus nectar left them both incredibly sensitive, every tiny shift and twitch of their bodies translated though the toy, then amplified until it was almost overwhelming.

Lien smiled playfully, leaning forward until she was properly on top of Nara, their pussies grinding together, shifting the angle of the stiff toy connecting them. Then she began to move. She lifted her hips, pulling back, the flared crown at each end of the fearsome tool tugging at the girls’ innermost folds, teasing at nerves that had been long-untouched in Nara’s case. Neither needed any further foreplay, they both ached for satisfaction, and Lien wasted no time going slowly. She thrust her hips back down, hard, and they both moaned as the tool once more filled them completely, their outer lips grinding together, hard clits throbbing against one-another, almost painfully sensitive. Lien pulled back again, raising her hips and slamming them down again, only to be caught by surprise as Nara’s hips bucked up to meet her, soft, curvy bodies smacking together as they trembled in unison around the two-headed toy.

The two women swiftly found a rhythm, hips pulling apart, then slamming together again with a smack, impaling themselves upon the two-headed toy even as they pushed it into one-another. They writhed in harmony, spines arching, hands grasping squeezing, clinging to the soft curves of their partner. They rutted like animals in heat, pounding into each other hard and fast, desperate and hungry for the pleasure, the sound of their rhythmically smacking bodies ringing out clear and sharp. Lien let out a moan, then dropped her head forward into Nara’s glorious chest, wrapping her lips around the fat, pinkie-sized nipple that had been begging to be sucked since it was first revealed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling around its length. Nara moaned out, her hot, sensitive nipple singing with pleasure at the touch of her lips, one large hand going to the back of Lien’s head, holding it tight against her mountainous breast. Lien moaned into it, her face almost completely buried in soft, pillowy tauren titflesh, her hips never missing a beat as they bucked against Nara’s. 

Nara couldn’t hold herself back, it had been too long, and with these incredible oils, her body was just too sensitive to resist the delicious waves of sensation crashing over her each time her body collided with Lien’s. Her back arched, her grip on lien tightened, and her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a ragged scream, years of pent-up desire and frustration suddenly exploding like a powder keg, set off by a spark of pleasure. It felt too good, too strong, her body trembled violently as bolts of white-hot orgasmic pleasure raced along her every nerve, the intense sensations overwhelming her long-neglected body and mind. She afraid, she felt like she was burning out, it was too much to handle, she feared she would simply explode, but every moment of it was ecstasy, she never wanted it to end. 

Lien knew tauren were always surprisingly strong, but she still wasn’t prepared when Nara’s orgasmic spasms clamped down on the toy planted inside her so hard they forced most of it out. With her slit pressed tight against Nara’s, there was nowhere for it to go but deeper into her. Her eyes widened as she felt another four inches of thick, sculpted cock suddenly plunged into her pussy, the unyielding, rigid length filling her completely, its blunt head suddenly slamming into the gates of her womb, the sudden surge of pain and pleasure that shot through her core like a bolt of lightning enough to set off her own orgasm. She moaned into Nara’s chest, her cries muffled, but no less sincere than her partner’s, her incredibly sensitive depths trembling wildly as an orgasmic pleasure blossomed in her core a thousand tiny explosions of delight, burning flowers of indescribable beauty, like the colorful bursts of countless fireworks. She shook uncontrollably as she clung to the larger tauren’s gloriously curvy body, paws digging into soft, pliable flesh, squeezing tight until her claws bit into Nara’s skin.

The two held each other tight, lost to the world for what felt like ages in the grip of mind-shattering orgasmic pleasure, voices going silent as they ran out of air in their lungs. As the pleasure released them, they fell, collapsing into a puddle of soft flesh, fuzz, and limbs, bodies entangled to the point it was almost hard for them to tell where one ended and the other began. They panted for air, breathing hot and heavy, as their bodies basked in the warm, soothing afterglow. Nara was the one who broke the silence with a soft moan as her unclenched core allowed the thick shaft to slowly ease back into her, sliding forward until it was once more (roughly) evenly shared between them. She bit her lip, shivering at the intense sensation of slowly being penetrated. “I- I’m still so… sensitive!  How… how long does this last?” She managed to ask. 

Lien smirked, a tired, but still playful expression. “Couple… couple hours, maybe. Depends on the potency.” She explained, then lifted her head, moving her lips back to the long, suckable nipple and giving it a feather-light kiss that made Nara shiver again. “Plenty of time to enjoy ourselves.” She added, teasingly. Nara bit her lip, her depths squeezing with anticipation, the squeeze pushing the shaft a fraction deeper into Lien. Lien smiled, craned her neck up, and kissed Nara on the lips, their tongues swirling as they began to grind against one-another once more.