Lay On Hands, Ch. 2

[pre-story]I wrote, like, another 1000 words on this before I realized I had to cut it short or else I'd either end up with a 4k+-word block or I'd have to cut it right in the middle of a scene. Anyways, thanks again to the commissioner (the generous and eternally patient Pyrista)!

As always, if you like what you read, [redacted] I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story]


Lay On Hands, Chapter 2

“I hope I didn’t hurt him too bad…” Pyrista muttered, chewing her lip nervously as she slowly walked away from the healing rooms, leaving Rhuno in the hands of the paladins more devoted to the healing arts.

The pale-skinned draenei that had helped to walk the wounded tauren to the healers smiled softly, one arm reaching out to rest lightly on Pyrista’s far shoulder and pull the smaller paladin against her side. The gesture was one of assurance, but considering the snowy-haired paladin had more than three feet of height on her fellow warrior, the movement ended up putting Pyrista’s head against the side of her truly spectacular bust. “Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine, the holy paladins can patch up almost anything.” She reassured.



Pyrista continued to chew her lip. “I don’t know, Rylinne, I still feel bad…” She muttered, softly.

The towering draenei shook her head. “These kinds of things happen when you spar with real weapons. This probably isn’t the first time he’s had to rush to the healers after a sparring match. Did you see all those scars? He’s used to it, I’m sure.” She assured. When Pyrista didn’t reply, Rylinne spoke up again, shifting the subject. “That was quite the fight, though, wasn’t it? He was certainly surprised when you got one over on him!”

Pyrista’s sapphire cheeks darkened slightly. “I… I got lucky.” She muttered, dismissively.

Rylinne’s lavender lips parted in a smile. “Lucky, nothin’! I was watching the whole thing, and he’s no raw recruit! That wasn’t just luck, that was good instincts. You caught him off-guard, and managed to stagger that big ol’ slab of beef!”

“Rylinne! You can’t call a tauren ‘beef’!” Pyrista gasped in shock.

“Huh? Oh, no! I didn’t- I meant, like, muscle!” The taller paladin hastily stammered as she tried to explain, looking completely horrified.

Pyrista suddenly broke down into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, just- you looked so panicked!” She explained, struggling to get the words out between bouts of giggles. It was Rylinne’s turn to have her cheeks flush, turning faintly lavender as warmth spread across her face. It took a few moments for Pyrista’s giggles to subside, and she wiped at the corners of her eyes as her deep blue lips parted in a radiant smile. “Thanks for making me feel better, Rylinne.”

Rylinne smiled. “Anything for my cute little sweetie-py.” She replied, gracefully leaning down and pressing her lips to Pyrista’s, catching the shorter draenei off-guard. Pyrista stiffened in surprise for a moment, then swiftly melted into the kiss, her lover’s soft lips pressed against her own. She was equally surprised when she felt Rylinne’s tongue push forward, probing and parting her lips and pushing into her mouth, swirling and coiling around her own tongue. She let out a soft noise as her own tongue unthinkingly responded, dancing with Rylinne’s as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate by the second. She was almost in a trance when she suddenly felt her back hit a wall and felt a large, strong hand caress her exposed waist, fingers dancing along the sapphire blue curves of her waist and hip...

When one of those fingers slipped inside her armored belt and gave an experimental tug, Pyrista snapped out of her trance, breaking the kiss to stare up at Rylinne, eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

Rylinne smiled back. “I can’t help but want to kiss you if you flash me that beautiful smile…” She replied, simply, leaning down once more, but this time going to the side, leaning in to nibble playfully at her pointed ear. “Besides… You seemed to enjoy it…” She added in a breathy whisper.

“I didn’t… That’s not the point! We can’t!” Pyrista whined. Perhaps she should have shoved Rylinne off, but that kiss had left her weak, and when Rylinne nibbled at her earlobe like that, she could barely keep her knees from trembling!

“Why not? What’s wrong with kissing my lovely wife?” Rylinne asked, playfully, as her fingertip ran around the inside of Pyrista’s armored belt, her free hand coming up to caress her wife’s bare midsection, fingers inching up toward her ribs…

Pyrista let out strangled cry, trying to keep quiet as her lover’s tender touches stoked the fires of lust growing inside her. “We- we’re in the guild hall! In the hallway! People… people will see!” She whimpered, fingers clawing at the wall behind her.

“What’s wrong with that? It’s not like it’d be the first time we’d have an audience...” Rylinne purred suggestively into Pyrista’s ear with a grin as her fingers slid up under the edge of Pyrista’s breastplate, brushing over the supple, sensitive skin on the slopes of her sapphire mounds...

Pyrista whimpered again, biting her lower lip to try and keep her voice down. “R-Rylinne... please…” She pleaded, eyes squeezing shut, tears beading at the corners.

Rylinne moved all at once, her hand suddenly retreating from her lover’s breast, its twin snaking around Pyrista’s slender waist and pulling her close as she straightened up, burying Pyrista’s face in her chest. The shorter draenei gave a squeak of surprise as her wife suddenly swept her off her feet in an instant and carried her along. In three long strides, the couple had pushed through a nearby doorway into a disused storage room.

Rylinne bent down once more once they were safely out of the hall, letting Pyrista’s hooves touch the floor once more, her now-free hand moving to brush away Pyrista’s tears as the sapphire-skinned draenei’s head peeked out from between her breasts. “I’m sorry, sweetie, I was just teasing you a little.” she assured… then leaned forward once more to whisper in her ear. “Well… at least partly. I really can’t resist you when you smile like that…” she added, the arm still wrapped around her lover’s waist sliding down to give her half-exposed ass a playful squeeze.

Pyrista chewed her lip, letting out a soft purr at the feeling of her lover’s strong hands on her body, those big, soft breasts pressed against her cheeks, that big, meaty shaft grinding against her chest… “I- I don’t… we’re still in the guild hall…” She protested, weakly, the hot, breathy tone of her voice making it more and more clear that her heart wasn’t in it.

Rylinne’s grip loosened as she abruptly straightened up, the pale draenei once more looming over her wife. Pyrista blinked in surprise, she hadn’t expected Rylinne to actually give up that easily, and looked up at her curiously. Rylinne was staring down at her through her cleavage, her glowing blue eyes burning with lust. Suddenly, Pyrista saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and looked down, just in time to see Rylinne tug down the waistband of her pants and release her cock. It sprang free, only half-hard, but already thicker than her wrist and more than a foot long, a fat, veiny horse-cock that ended in a blunt, flattened head with a wide-flared ridge, the whole length flushed purple and growing darker and darker as blood rushed to it. It was a sight Pyrista was… intimately familiar with, one that made her mouth water almost immediately, it was almost Pavlovian. Rylinne gripped the base of her equine cock, and with another tug, freed her balls from her pants, a pair of smooth, apple-sized orbs that hung fat and heavy in their sack.

Rylinne aimed her half-hard shaft squarely at Pyrista’s face, the taller draenei’s enormous cock twitching as it grew larger and larger with each heartbeat, extending bit by bit towards her wife’s face, soon only inches away. “Look what you do to me. I can’t go back out there like this…” She purred, lustily.

Pyrista drew in a breath to respond, only to catch a heady lungful of her wife’s intoxicating scent. What was supposed to be another round of half-hearted objections came out as just a wordless moan. Pyrista’s hands came up, the last vestiges of her reluctance giving way as her soft blue fingers closed around her wife’s thick, pulsing shaft. It was so warm… “Just… just a quick suck, okay? Then… then we go find a room.” Pyrista breathed, surrendering to her lust, her hands beginning to slowly stroke up and down its length.

Rylinne smiled, one hand moving to rest gently on Pyrista’s head, fingers weaving into her long, snowy-white hair, the other still gripping the base of her shaft, keeping it aimed squarely at Pyrista’s cute little face. She didn’t pull her forward or push her down- she knew she didn’t need to. She bit her lower lip and let out a soft purr as Pyrista’s hands began to move along her growing length, watching eagerly as she went to work.

Pyrista’s delicate fingers moved slowly at first. No matter how many times she saw this beast, she never got tired of exploring it, letting her fingertips trace along the winding veins as they pulsed in time with Rylinne’s heart. It grew in her hands with each throb, forcing her fingers apart until they could no longer close around its girth. It stiffened, bit by bit, the flat, gleaming tip rising up until it was directly at her eye level, looking like it was ready to burst. The slit at the tip twitched, then produced a single, gleaming drop of precum that hung there for a long moment, temptingly… she just couldn’t resist leaning in and planting a soft kiss squarely on that swollen tip, letting that clear, sticky, salty precum smear across her plump lips.

Pyrista’s eyes flicked up to Rylinne’s face as she kissed the sensitive tip of her wife’s enormous horse-cock, and found her staring down at her through the valley of her cleavage, a very pleased expression on her face. Part of her suddenly wondered if Rylinne really intended to let it end with just a quick suck...