Lay On Hands: Ch. 5

[pre-story]Lay On Hands continues, thanks to the generous Pyrista! The action heats up as Rylinne decides to move somewhere a little more comfortable…  As always, if you like what you see, [redacted] Anyways, I hope you all enjoy![/pre-story] 

Lay On Hands: Chapter 5

Pyrista blinked, confused. “A change of…” She muttered, repeating her wife’s words as her sex-addled mind tried to piece together their meaning. “WhaAAH!” She yelped in surprise as Rylinne’s hands shifted underneath her ample backside, lifting the blue-skinned beauty into the air once more, her weight supported only by those strong hands and the pulsing equine cock hilted inside her pussy. Pyrista clung to her wife’s shoulders for stability, mashing her grapefruit-sized breasts against Rylinne’s melons through the thin material of her shirt and letting out a soft moan. After that unexpected interruption, Pyrista felt even more sensitive than before, she could feel every pulse and throb of Rylinne’s fat, veiny cock deep inside her, feel it lever against her innermost walls as Rylinne turned toward the door… Wait.

Pyrista’s eyes snapped open as Rylinne began to walk forward, glancing back over her shoulder in horror at the storage room door that grew closer and closer, as did the open hallways beyond it. “Oh fuck, no, Rylinne, you can’t, we can’t, they’ll SEE, they’ll see me, see us, I can’t, please, no...” She began to plead, her voice barely a whisper, her tone whimpering, desperate, her entire body stiffening with panic.

Rylinne faltered mid-stride as her wife’s pussy suddenly clamped down around her cock like a vice, the surge of sensation making her head spin, briefly. “Fuck, baby, you sound nervous but you sure FEEL excited…” Rylinne muttered, teasingly grinding her hips against Pyrista’s, drawing a soft moan from her lover, sounding much more calm and confident than she felt. Her heart was pounding as she reluctantly pulled one hand off Pyrista’s juicy backside to grab the door handle and push it open just a tiny crack, enough for her to lean over and peer down the hall. Nobody in sight, no footsteps coming from the other direction, her destination in sight, just a few strides away…

Rylinne pulled the door shut again, looking down at her wife. “Okay, just relax, baby…” She purred, leaning down to press her forehead against Pyrista’s. “Deep breaths. We’re just going across the hall, maybe ten steps, and there’s nobody in sight. If you really can’t handle it, we won’t do it, but this is our chance to live out that fantasy...” Rylinne explained.

Pyrista chewed her lip for a long moment, her heart pounding, before whimpering a single word. “....Hurry...”

Rylinne smirked, head darting down to plant a quick peck on Pyrista’s lips, her tendrils intertwining with her wife’s in a brief moment of intimacy, before she abruptly straightened up, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with her shoulder as she strode out into the open hallway, ignoring the pounding heartbeat in her ears.

The hallway was, indeed, empty, but that didn’t stop Pyrista’s mind from whirling with all the possibilities. The thought that anyone could see her like this, naked, exposed, impaled on her wife’s fat, throbbing cock, her pussy soaking wet like a whore, her naughty juices dripping off Rylinne’s shaft and dirtying the freshly-washed floors with her perversion… She couldn’t stop herself from dreaming up every scenario imaginable. She could picture them all so clearly, everywhere she looked, she could see her fellow paladins stepping out of rooms or rounding corners, she could imagine their faces as they caught sight of her, all of them shocked, at first, but while some turned to horror, disgust, or withering disapproval, others flushed with embarrassment, some turning away in shame and some staring, awestruck, and still others took on amused looks, some smirking knowingly and leaving them to it, others leering hungrily, and a few openly enjoying the view.

With each step, Rylinne stifled a moan. Here senses were all in overdrive, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion, she felt hyper-aware of every tiny movement around them, every floating speck of dust, every distant sound, every smell, every sensation... Even holding Pyrista tight, and with the smaller blue draenei clinging desperately to her in return, Pyrista still bounced an inch or two with each step, her innermost walls clamped around Rylinne’s shaft like a vice, clinging to every inch of her length as it pumped in and out in shallow, rhythmic strokes. Rylinne could feel every single fold inside her wife’s pussy caressing her shaft with each bounce, feel every vein on her cock throb and bulge against those silky walls in time with her pounding heartbeat. It was so incredibly intense, it was almost dizzying.

It was almost a relief when they reached the door to the healing room, but that relief swiftly turned to horror as Rylinne gripped the handle and found it locked. Panic gripped her for a moment. This was not the plan. She jiggled the handle again, cursing under her breath as it remained firmly locked, straightening up and looking around, glowing eyes frantically searching for an exit to the situation, locking onto another healing room a couple dozen strides away, on the other side of a four-way intersection. In the moment, that door seemed the only option, the alternatives like retreating to the closet or looking for a different door didn’t even occur to her. She turned on her hooves, gripped Pyrista tight, and practically ran for the door.

As they suddenly lurched into motion, Pyrista returned to reality for a moment, only to barely be able to stifle a cry as Rylinne’s first stride bounced her up almost six inches before her weight brought her back down and impaled her on that shaft once again, her hips slamming against Rylinne’s as her pussy swallowed her wife’s massive equine cock to the hilt once more. As she was carried into the intersection, her eyes widened and she stifled another cry as her fantasies kicked into high gear. What if the the Exarch were making her rounds right now, only to suddenly see them like this, running across the hallway in front of her?  She’d be furious! Maybe she’d do something really cruel in her anger, like forcing the two of them to march to her office, naked and exposed as she paraded them through the halls. Maybe once she’d locked the office door, she’d declare the two of them needed ‘extra discipline’ and strip off her armor to reveal a real monster of a cock, even bigger than Rylinne’s, before leveling it at the two of them, grabbing their heads, and forcing their lips against it, ordering them to polish the holy sword with their tongues before she used it to deliver their ‘divine punishment’… Or maybe a whole class of novices could be making their way to lessons when they stumbled onto this depraved scene, a dozen fit, healthy teenage boys, their hormone-addled minds whirling as they gawked at the perverted paladin. Perhaps they would be so overcome by their repressed desires that they would whip out their throbbing cocks and start stroking them right there… Or maybe they’d follow the two of them into the healing room and let out all their pent-up desires on her helpless body... Or perhaps Rhuno might come wandering down the hall… Maybe he’d watch, wordlessly, for a moment, without a hint of embarrassment, as he memorized the scene. Maybe he’d approach them, striding closer until he was looming over them, his bulk dwarfing even Rylinne’s impressive height… Maybe he’d demand an ‘apology’ for his horn… 

Rylinne struggled to control herself. The faster she moved, the faster they got out of the hallway, the more Pyrista bounced, the more her incredibly tight pussy slid up and down along her violently throbbing cock, the better it felt… but it was almost TOO good, her knees felt like they might give out any second, which forced her pace to slow to a crawl, which meant they spent that much longer in danger of being exposed… Every step was a battle, a fierce struggle between the need to hurry and the dangers of going too fast. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her senses amplified, every second felt like an eternity, which only made the problem worse, as she had plenty of time to drink in every detail of the moment, to remember every contour of Pyrista’s face, twisted with fear and ecstasy, to feel every tiny twitch of Pyrista’s walls around her, to feel her voluptuous body squeezed tight against her own, feel her nails digging into her back through her shirt... 

The second door opened easily, and Rylinne didn’t even bother to check if the room was empty before throwing the door open and stumbling in, slamming it behind them and fumbling for the lock for a moment. She wasn’t going to let this moment get interrupted. Thankfully, the room was, indeed, empty, and Pyrista visibly relaxed as they left the open hallways, every muscle in her body unclenching all at once. Which made it that much easier for Rylinne to barrel across the room in a few quick steps and throw her wife’s defenseless body down onto an unoccupied bed, the taller draenei leaning over her, arms planted on either side of Pyrista’s head to support herself, snow white hair falling forward around her, casting her face in shadow as as her glowing eyes stared down at her wife hungrily. Her chest heaved, her bust straining against her shirt with each breath as she panted like a wild animal, breathing hot and heavy as her steel-hard horse-cock throbbed angrily inside Pyrista. 

Pyrista was too stunned by Rylinne’s sudden aggression to react, and Rylinne didn’t wait for her. Her hips pulled back, suddenly drawing back until the medial ring popped from Pyrista’s pussy, then abruptly slamming forward again, plunging every last inch back inside those silken walls. Pyrista cried out uncontrollably, her back arching as the wave of sensation crashed over her, overwhelming her mind. She felt insanely sensitive in the wake of their brief excursion, and Rylinne wasn’t wasting any time with foreplay or warming up. Her hips didn’t stop, they drew back once more, further this time, before slamming forward again, grinding her hips against Pyrista’s for a moment, letting out a deep, throaty growl of pleasure before pulling back once more. 

Soon, Rylinne’s hips had set a punishing rhythm, slamming her monstrous horse-cock into her wife’s soaking wet slit over and over, rutting like a wild animal. Rylinne couldn’t have stopped herself even if she’d wanted to, after being unable to finish in the closet and their little jaunt down the hallway, her apple-sized balls felt swollen with backed-up cum screaming for release. Pyrista could only writhe and moan beneath the furious onslaught, her back arching, hands clawing at the sheets for some sort of grounding as each thrust made her entire body sing with pleasure. The sheer girth of Rylinne’s shaft made it grind against every nerve in her pussy, its flared cockhead bulging out her normally-smooth stomach each time it bottomed out inside her, her body stretched and reshaped to accept every inch of her lover’s massive horse-cock. 

Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of sex, sweet moans and cries of passion mingling with hot, panting breaths and the rhythmic smack of the two lovers’ hips. Pyrista let go of the sheets beneath her and reached out for her wife, wrapping her trembling arms around Rylinne’s shoulders and pulling the larger woman down on top of her as she moaned out with ecstasy. Rylinne groaned as she wrapped her arms around her lover in turn, squeezing her wife close as her hips relentlessly continued to piston her steel-hard cock in and out of Pyrista’s soaking wet pussy. The two draenei’s luscious bodies pressed together sensually, soft breasts pressed against each others’ as they clung to one another in the midst of passion. The healing rooms were a little more solidly-made than the storage closet, but they were by no means soundproof, though neither of them cared at the moment. Neither could even think clearly enough to care, what few thoughts that weren’t already drowned in the rising tide of pleasure building up in both of them where wholly devoted to one-another, to the crashing waves of sensation that crashed over their hyper-sensitive bodies with each thrust of Rylinne’s hips, each twitching spasm of Pyrista’s inner walls. They were lost together, wrapped up in their own little world where all that mattered was love and pleasure, the two connected, body and soul.

Rylinne’s cries of passion grew louder and louder with each desperate thrust, a sort of hot tension building in her core with each piledriver slam of her hips, each thrust that pushed her wife’s ass into the mattress below, each piston-stroke of her throbbing horse-cock. Her apple-sized balls smacked against Pyrista’s ass with each thrust, the twin orbs swinging less and less as they began to pull tight against the base of her shaft, the overstuffed cum-factories churning with molten seed. The heat and tension in Rylinne’s core grew more and more intense, her moans rising higher and higher as her hips went faster and faster, everything building toward a crescendo. Pyrista’s pleasure-addled mind managed to pick up on what was happening to her wife, and she moaned in chorus, her own excitement feeding into her arousal, which rapidly rose to match her lover’s, her body trembling as the two of them built toward climax together.

Rylinne’s spine arched as she slammed her hips down hard, grinding them against Pyrista’s, her entire body stiffening as a long, deep, throaty moan forced itself past her lips. The molten tension in her core exploded like a fireball inside her, white-hot ecstasy filling her completely in an instant, her entire being on fire with pure pleasure, her mind going white as the sensations overwhelmed her. Her cock lurched, bucking violently inside Pyrista, buried inside her to the hilt, the flat, flared head nosing against her womb as it swelled even larger. Rylinne could feel her balls squeeze tight, feel the heat of her molten seed surging up her length toward the tip, and feel it finally blast from the tip in a finger-thick rope of creamy draenei cum that splattered against the mouth of her wife’s womb, painting her lover’s innermost walls with hot, thick spunk, her flared cockhead keeping her seed trapped there, deep inside her.

Pyrista felt Rylinne’s molten cum strike her womb and threw her head back, horns digging into the mattress as she cried out with ecstasy. Her orgasm shot through her like a lightning bolt of electric pleasure, shooting up her spine and arcing along her every nerve, every muscle in her body either locking up tight or spasming uncontrollably as the raw sensation fried her brain. Her inner walls clamped tight around Rylinne’s bucking horse-cock, clinging to every glorious inch as her womb spasmed, her cervix spasming just the tiniest bit, just enough to allow the cum it held back to come flooding into her innermost depths when Rylinne’s cock fired a second blast of white-hot spunk.

Rylinne’s hips spasmed with each spurt, yanking back an inch only to slam forward again, grinding Pyrista’s hips down into the mattress below. Instinctively, she pumped her seed as deep into her wife’s pussy as she could, forcing more and more of her potent cum into the blue-skinned draenei’s unprotected womb. The bulge where Rylinne’s monstrous cock bulged out Pyrista’s smooth stomach grew with each spurt as Rylinne pumped what felt like gallons of seed into her, from a modest bulge to an unmistakable swell. 

Their shared climax seemed to go on forever, their bodies connected as they moaned with ecstasy, but all things must come to an end, and slowly the all-consuming pleasure that engulfed them began to ebb away. As Rylinne’s powerful spurts tapered off to a slow trickle, the orgasmic ecstasy was all but gone, but it left in its place a warm, blissful afterglow that enveloped the two of them like a warm blanket. Slowly, their tensed muscles relaxed, leaving Rylinne lying limply atop Pyrista, her cock still buried inside her lover to the hilt. She smiled, warmly, as her mind cleared, taking a moment to crane her neck down and plant a tender peck on the crown of Pyrista’s head, a small gesture of affection after all that lust.