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Lay On Hands: Chapter 6
“Mmmmh~” Rylinne hummed with satisfaction as she rolled off her wife’s prone form to lay beside her, her equine shaft bending for a moment before slipping out of Pyrista’s well-fucked pussy with a soft pop, a flood of thick, creamy spunk leaking out onto the sheets in its wake. It wasn’t quite soft, but it certainly wasn’t fully hard anymore, and it lay across one of Pyrista’s smooth sapphire blue thighs, warm and heavy and softly pulsing as the last remnants of her massive load leaked from the flared tip. “That was amazing, baby.” Rylinne added with a purr after a moment, rolling back onto her side so as to gaze lovingly at her wife.
Pyrista smiled, softly, letting her head roll to the side to gaze into Rylinne’s eyes. The towering, pale draenei was something of an intimidating figure to others, a mighty warrior of the light. To Pyrista, she was playful, flirty, and a little perverted, and in bed, she was a machine, an intense, relentless lover. And yet, as soon as she was finished, all that melted away and she became a big, affectionate teddy bear, at least, for a few moments. Pyrista’s lips parted into a grin. It was cute, in a way, and she was lucky enough to be the only one who got to see that side of her wife.
There was a moment of silence between them, not tense or awkward silence, but warm, affectionate quiet, the kind of quiet where neither had to say a word, they just smiled and gazed into each other’s eyes, sharing the moment together. Pyrista was the one to break it, looking thoughtful as she turned her gaze toward the ceiling. “...I can’t believe we really did that. Going down the hall like that… both of us naked, with you inside me... That was absolutely insane. I was so nervous, I couldn’t stop thinking somebody was going to come around a corner any second and see us…” she muttered.
Rylinne’s warm smile slowly turned into a playful smirk. “But you liked, it, didn’t you?”
Pyrista’s cheeks grew a little warmer. “...Maybe…”
Rylinne’s smirk widened into a grin. “I thought so. I could feel you squeezing me as we walked. When we crossed the hall, you clamped down so hard I thought you were gonna tear my dick off.” She recounted with a sultry purr, and Pyrista felt the thick equine shaft laying on her thigh pulse a little harder, growing a little heavier as it extended a bit more to nose against her other thigh, as well.
Pyrista chewed her lower lip as her hand moved to her wife’s stiffening cock, lightly resting on top of it, feeling it throb beneath her fingertips. “I… you seemed pretty… excited, too…” She muttered, a somewhat weak rebuttal.
Rylinne chuckled. “Mmmh… You’re not wrong. I just saw an opportunity to indulge your fantasy for you, I figured I’d just get to enjoy watching you squirm a lil’. But then, once the first door was locked, the adrenaline hit me and everything just got so… intense! It was like time slowed down so I could take in every tiny detail,every sight, every sound, every... sensation…” She explained with a purr as she laid her free arm across Pyrista’s chest, just below her full, firm breasts. The gesture was innocuous enough to almost be seen as an innocent move, like a lazy hug, but the hardening horse cock laying across Pyrista’s thighs was evidence enough there was an ulterior motive.
Pyrista’s hand roamed along the length of Rylinne’s shaft as it lay across her thighs, her fingertips trailing lightly over the vein-marbled surface as it moved. She didn’t even seem to realize she was doing it, almost absentmindedly stroking her wife’s stiffening equine cock like it was the most natural thing in the world. Rylinned hummed softly with satisfaction as her member reached its full size, the flared head pulsing impatiently, eager for round two. Rylinne’s smirk became slightly predatory as she leaned a little closer, the hand on Pyrista’s chest trailing down over her soft, smooth stomach, fingertips tracing a teasing, winding path over her sapphire skin as they made their way down to her hips. “Baby… I’m hard again…” She purred, lips inches from Pyrista’s ears.
Pyrista chewed her lip, anticipation building as Rylinne’s talented fingers slid between her thighs, fingertips barely grazing the flushed, tender lips of her well-fucked pussy. Pyrista’s hand began to move a little faster as those teasing fingers lingered there for a moment, gripping Rylinne’s shaft more firmly as her hand pumped up and down its length, her pinkie brushing against the medial ring with each stroke. Rylinne’s fingers curled, suddenly, two of them thrusting inside her, making Pyrista gasp and stiffen as they parted her folds and plunged inside. Her nerves instantly lit up with sensation, still sensitive after her powerful orgasm, raw, electric pleasure shooting through her core, making her moan and squirm beneath her wife’s touch. It was so good, too good, when Rylinne’s fingers began to slowly pump in and out of her, each crashing wave of sensation knocked her further and further off balance, she couldn’t keep up! After a few seconds, her free hand came down to grab Rylinne’s wrist and hold it still. “Baby, I can’t, it’s too much, I’m sorry, I’m still too sensitive…” she whimpered, apologetically, panting weakly.
Rylinne blinked in surprise, then smiled, leaning in a little more and planting a peck on Pyrista’s forehead. “No need to apologize.” She reassured, slowly extracting her fingers from Pyrista’s tender hole, now soaked in the mix of cum and pussy juice that still leaked slowly from her well-fucked slit. Pyrista breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, her body relaxing as the intense sensations abated, only to suddenly stiffen again as she felt Rylinne’s fingers probe forward once more, but this time, lower. She looked to Rylinne, eyes wide with surprise, to find the larger draenei wearing a playful, teasing smile. “Are you too sensitive here, too?” she asked as her fingertips circled Pyrista’s asshole.
Pyrista swallowed, nervously. The prospect of taking Rylinne’s enormous horse cock in her ass was always a little intimidating, but, though she didn’t want to admit it, it was also really exciting. “You… you have to go slow, okay?” Pyrista insisted, after a moment’s pause.
Rylinne smirked, leaning down and giving her wife a brief, passionate kiss before suddenly pushing herself up off the bed, changing positions and flipping Pyrista over suddenly, drawing a squeak of surprise from the blue-skinned draenei. Suddenly Pyrista found herself lying face-down on the bed, with Rylinne straddling her slightly-spread legs, the pale draenei’s hands kneading her plump rump, fingers sinking into the soft cheeks of her ass, squeezing them together and spreading them to expose the twitching azure pucker of her tight asshole.
Pyrista lifted her head up and twisted around, glancing back over her shoulder just in time to see Rylinne licking her lips, and her eyes widened. “Oh god, wait, just, hold on!” She interrupted, desperately, her tail suddenly flattening down to cover her backside protectively as she closed her eyes and muttering a prayer. Her hand began to glow, softly, and she reached back, the light gathering on her fingers as her hand moved, before condensing upon the tip of her middle finger. Her cheeks burned with shame as she raised her tail out of the way and pressed the glowing finger against her puckered asshole, feeling a warm tingling sensation spread through her core as the cleansing magic did its work. She shuddered to think what the Exarch might do to her if she knew she was using the power of the naaru’s sacred light to clean her asshole before sex.
Rylinne watched the scene unfold before her and grinned, playfully. “You gotta show me how to do that, sometime. It seems like a useful trick.” She added, her hand suddenly moving to grab the base of Pyrista’s tail, holding it in place. Pyrista gasped at the touch on the sensitive part of her tail, reflexively wiggling it against her wife’s grasp. “But I still gotta get you ready, and I didn’t bring any lube.” She added, leaning forward to plant a small kiss on one shapely globe of Pyrista’s ass. “Besides… such a juicy blueberry ass, how could I resist a little taste?” She asked, before burying her face between the plush cushions of her wife’s ass cheeks.
Pyrista’s spine arched as she felt Rylinne get to work, trying to stifle a moan as the lips she’d just kissed moments ago were now pressed against her puckered asshole in a much lewder sort of kiss, Rylinne’s tongue probing and swirling around the tight ring. Even knowing her spell cleaned away anything offensive, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as the tip of her wife’s tongue pried her backdoor open and pushed inside, forcing her hole to stretch around the wet, pink muscle. It was dirty, nasty, depraved and perverse, and yet, even more embarrassing than the act itself was how good it felt, the sensations that danced up her spine. Her hands balled into fists, gripping handfuls of bedding as she struggled to restrain her voice, biting back moans and whimpers each time Rylinne’s tongue swirled inside her.
Rylinne let go of Pyrista’s tail, now that she was well in place, her pale hand moving to join its twin in kneading Pyrista’s plump backside, her face buried between the shapely globes of her wife’s ass, her eyes closed as she savored the experience. The cleansing spell left no trace of filth behind, so the only flavor Rylinne’s tongue found as it circled the slowly-loosening ring of muscle was Pyrista’s own, which suited Rylinne just fine. But more than the taste, what she really loved was feeling Pyrista squirm, struggling to resist the shameful pleasure of getting her sensitive ass tongue-fucked, fighting to hold back her moans against the waves of sensation… Rylinne began to pump her tongue in and out of the tight little hole, feeling it twitch and clamp down around the pink muscle as Pyrista let out a series of strangled whimpers.
Rylinne felt something gently coil around the back of her head, and smirked, recognizing the touch of Pyrista’s tail. “Mmmhh~” Rylinne purred, her lips sealed tight against Pyrista’s backdoor, then lifted her head and pulled pyrista’s cheeks apart, slowly pulling her tongue from the twitching hole. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, the ring of muscle a shade darker blue than the rest of her wife’s skin and glistening with spit as it struggled to close all the way in the absence of her tongue. “Fuck, you have such a sexy ass, baby. I could eat this ass alllll~ day.” Rylinne commented, playfully. “But your poor little pucker looks lonely… I think I might need a little more than just my tongue for this…” She added, the tendrils hanging to her collarbones lifting themselves up as she willed them forward.
Pyrista knew what Rylinne meant, but there was nothing she could do to prepare herself for four slender tendrils probing around the ring of her asshole like tiny tongues. The ring of muscle tightened, defensively, but the tendrils had minds of their own, teasing around the entrance until it relaxed just the tiniest bit, just enough for one to work its tip inside. She shuddered as it pushed into her ass, squirming around inside her, the pleasure making her hole twitch once more, allowing another through, then another, then another, and before she knew it, all four were inside her, each wiggling and squirming against the sensitive walls of her ass with a mind of its own as she bit her lip to stifle her voice.
Rylinne felt Pyrista’s tail pull against the back of her head and smirked, seemed her body was eager for more, even if her mouth wouldn’t admit it. Rylinne lowered her head once more, burying her cheeks between her wife’s glorious ass cheeks and kissing her puckered rosebud once more as it struggled to close around the almost-finger-thick tendrils writhing inside it. Her tongue snaked forward, prying past the twitching ring of muscle to join the tentacles squirming inside her wife’s ass, dancing among them, swirling and flicking around them, getting them nice and wet in the process. Soon the tentacles were pumping back and forth along with her tongue, pulling back and pushing forward again, reaching deep inside her with each thrust, exploring the depths of her ass.
Finally, Pyrista’s resolve cracked, and she buried her face in the bedding and let out a long, throaty moan. Rylinne lifted her head from Pyrista’s backside, grinning victoriously as she licked her lips, her wife’s tail falling away. “There we go~. Now you’re ready.” Rylinne purred, tendrils slipping out of the spasming hole one by one as she prowled her way up Pyrista’s body, dipping her head to trail kisses up her wife’s spine. She brushed Pyrista’s snow-shite hair out of the way to kiss and nibble at the nape of her neck. Rylinne’s throbbing cock slid its way between Pyrista’s soft ass cheeks, cradled between the cushioned mounds for a moment before Rylinne began to lift her hips higher and higher, angling the pulsing, steel-hard horse cock down until the flat, flared head nosed against Pyrista’s spit-slick asshole.
Pyrista shuddered with anticipation.
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