Neverwinter Daze

His door banged open, and Kris stumbled through with a lusty little devil in his arms.

Her tongue had won their intimate duel, and was now plumbing the depths of his mouth, a hot spicy muscle he caressed with his own. Their lips worked against each others’ frantically, as their hands roamed around each others’ bodies. With supreme effort, he tore one arm away to swing the room’s door back closed. She was already undoing the shoulder catch of his leathers, as they staggered the rest of the way over to his bed.

Neeshka broke the kiss, gasping for air, and he took the opportunity to lean further down, burying his face in her neck. His lips devoured the soft skin as she moaned, low and loud, and finished unhooking the overshirt. Gripping him by the shoulders, she pushed the cured leather armor off of him, revealing the creased, thin cotton shirt underneath. Her hands immediately dipped under the fabric to grip his shoulder blades, pulling him into her forcefully.

He trailed kisses up her neck, across the corner of her jaw, and down her cheeks, eliciting a gasp from her before their mouths met once more. His own hands fumbled at her belts, unhooking one and tossing it aside before realizing it was just her tool belt. Quickly he started on the other, cinching it tight around her waist before undoing the catch and pulling it away. She was doing the same with his own; their daggers’ sheaths thunked together as she tossed his belt aside to land on hers.

With one hand, he cupped her chin, tilting it upwards and prolonging their breathless kiss. The skin under his fingers was hotly silken, radiating an intense heat that was even stronger inside her mouth. Neeshka was literally blazing with lust; from the tightness he felt in his pants, he wasn’t too far behind. He slipped his fingers underneath her leather armor, unclasping it quickly and nearly ripping it from her shoulders. Underneath, she wore a raggedy wool undershirt, its edges frayed and barely reaching below her chest.

They drew their heads back from each other, gulping in breath. Looking down, Kris saw that her stomach was a slightly deeper orange than the skin on her face; the beige undershirt clashed prettily with it, its ripped edges falling over toned, taut orange abs. He wrapped his arms around her bare waist, one reaching behind to cup her buttocks through the brown leather pants, feeling her tail shaking softly. She giggled at the touch, and placed her own arms under his shirt, feeling his flat stomach greedily up and down. The nails jutting slightly out from the tips of her fingers trailed across his skin, making him grit his teeth at the tickling pleasure.

He moved his palms upward, underneath her shirt, to feel the smooth skin of her back, tracing up her spine and across her shoulder blades. Then, slownly, his fingers traversed her body, around both burning sides before reaching her heaving breasts. Small and firm, they thrust up into his hands as Neeshka arched her head back with a gasp, one of her arms reaching around his neck to brace herself. Where the rest of her skin had been hot, her teacup sized tits were burning, making his hands burst out into a sweat instantly. He squeezed them, gently at first, kneading them together underneath her shirt, and he grinned to hear her moan throatily again. Her nipples hardened instantly; with his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her right areole as she continued pressing, stroking the erect nub until it felt like a cone-shaped, sun-warmed pebble.

Neeshka’s breath came in short gasps, now; the arm around his neck tightened, and once more he darted his lips down to her upturned neck to kiss the hot skin. He felt her other hand reach down, passing his abs and drifting underneath his pants’ edge. Her tiny fingers quested further downwards until they found the hardened shaft of his cock. They curled and tightened, making him grunt into her neck, and pulled the erect rod up so that she could begin stroking it. They stood their, gasping and moaning, rubbing and stroking each other feverishly. Kris thrust his hips forward minutely, into her firm grip, and darted his head in to steal another kiss. This one was sloppy, their lips meeting and sliding off of each others’ as their heads swayed this way and that.

Taking a hand from beneath her shirt, he slid it down her heaving stomach, drinking in the silken feel of this skin, before beginning to undo the buttons of her tight leather slacks. His fingers fumbled as she tightened her grip on his pole, and the hand on her breast, seemingly of its own accord, withdrew to grasp the edge of her shirt. He ripped it off of her, making her yelp as she was pulled forward, the cloth carrying her before it parted and came off in his hand. Her naked tits mashed against his bare chest; he dropped the tattered remnants of her shirt to put his arm around her back, pulling her into him, feeling her heat suffuse his own sweating chest.

Her yelp became a purr as their nipples rubbed together, and her free hand moved down to his ass, slipping below the waistband to grasp one of his tight buttocks. He still fumbled at her buttons; finally, the last one came undone, and his fingers could plunge beneath them, into the boiling curves of her crotch. Dimly, he felt slight wisps of hair brush his fingers; then, one questing digit found the slit he’d been searching for. Neeshka gasped and tightened her hands around him as he teased the folds open, his finger slipping between her lips to the wetness inside. He had thought her skin soft before; now, it seemed to melt before him, parting effortlessly and, at the same time, squeezing inescapably. Her hands left his crotch and his ass to wrap around his back, and she buried her head in his shoulder, her eyes squeezed shut, moaning softly but constantly. Slowly, he worked his finger into her, passing the first knuckle, the second.

He was almost into his third knuckle when she pushed away from him, leaping backwards onto the bed. She worked frantically at her pants, tugging them off herself impatiently. After a moment, Kris did the same, pushing his own breeches down and stepping out of them, completely naked. Chuckling, he helped her out of her own clinging leggings, pulling them off her to take in her now nude form.

His breath caught as he gazed at her. She lay sprawled before him, her nearly black eyes holding his, a grin tugging at her lips. She was petite and muscular; slim, pale orange legs, spread apart, trailed softly defined muscle all the way up to her crotch. Below a sparse stripe of red-orange pubic hair, her nether lips were slightly parted, the orange turning to a dark, reddish pink. Her tail curved below her buttocks and off to one side, its tip vibrating with her impatience. Her flat stomach, toned abs traced out shallowly, was topped by her small, pert, slightly pointed breasts, dark red nipples standing at attention. “Come on,” she breathed urgently, one of her fingers curling, beckoning him.

He needed no second urging. He nearly leaped onto her, burying his face in her breasts, his arms reaching behind her back to draw her up off the bed and into him. Kris enfolded her right nipple in his mouth, lips working as though it kissed him back; his tongue flicked out to tease the hardened nub, working it around before using his teeth to bite it gently. He grinned around the burning flesh as Neeshka cried out in pleasure, then released the nipple, smiling up at her. She gave him a quizzical look as he began kissing down her stomach, sampling the flesh in even intervals. “What was that you said,” he asked mischievously, never taking his eyes from hers, “about a quicker tongue?”

Before she could respond, he had reached the thin stripe of hair that crowned her already soaked twat. He slid his lips down it quickly, and Neeshka yelped as he reached her opening. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he darted his tongue out to taste her, its tip working past the folds of flesh to find the erect clit hidden within. Her sex nearly burned him, as hot as it was, and the taste on his tongue was spicy and sweet. Neeshka reached her hands down to grasp his head, fingers curling in his hair even as she pushed her crotch forward into his mouth, moaning low the entire time. His lips met her female lips, and he kissed them much as he had kissed her mouth a minute before, tongue darting this way and that inside of her.

He could taste her juices flowing strongly. Greedily, his tongue lapped more of it up, and he drew his lips back so that he could lick up and down the beautiful slit in long, smooth strokes. He felt her tail flitting back and forth underneath his chin; suddenly, her hands in his hair tightened, forcing him up and away from her sopping pussy. He had time to give her one confused look before she had pulled him level with her, pushing his mouth into hers and shoving her own tongue against his. This kiss was fervent, and sloppier than any before it; her juices mixed with their saliva in both mouths, lending a fiery taste to the already sizzling temperature.

She pushed him back with a firm shove, and he sat back heavily as she now began kissing down the side of his neck, rising to kneel in front of him on the bed. “Your turn,” she said around mouthfuls of his skin in the lustiest voice he had heard from her yet. Bending her head down, she kissed the tip of his engorged penis, daintily at first; then, parting her lips, her long tongue flicked out to lick its underside, causing Kris to groan and lean back unconsciously. Slowly, sensuously, she licked all up and down his cock, covering it in saliva as her tongue worked its heat into his blood. With one hand, she caressed the base of his shaft as she licked up to the head; her fingers traced downwards, the nails trailing along his stretched skin before moving down to caress his balls gently.

Sucking his teeth in pleasure, Kris grabbed her horns, following her head up and down the length of his dick for a moment before pulling her back up just as she had done to him. He kissed her aggressively, and she melted before him, letting him devour her mouth for a full minute. When he broke it, he looked into her lust-clouded black eyes, and simply said, “Now.”

Neeshka quickly put her arms around his neck, pulling herself forward as she opened her legs once more; this time, they went around his waist, his hands moving under her to squeeze and knead her ass cheeks together. He moved her into him until he felt her wetness on his belly; positioning his manhood, he kissed her neck once more, savoring the moment.

She was impatient. With a push of her arms, she dropped down through his grip, impaling herself fully on his stiffened rod. It slid in easily, and they both cried out as one, feeling her silky tightness envelop him, his giant length penetrate her. She shivered with ecstasy, and began to move, rocking her hips back and forth to draw him around inside of herself. He bucked upwards, thrusting into her deeply.

“Oh, hells,” she murmured into his ear, increasing her fevered pace as he answered by gripping her buttocks like a vise. He used his grip to bring her up and slam her down, grunting against her neck as he pistoned into her from below. One of her arms reached around his neck, holding him close; the other flickered down between them and grabbed one of her tits, massaging it fast and hard, tweaking her own nipple. “Gods, harder, Kris,” she moaned, and he obliged; with a flex of his legs, he pushed forward, taking them both down so that she lay underneath him. She gave a little squeal as her back hit the mattress, grinning up into his face before her mouth reverted to its “O” of gasping pleasure.

Her legs still wrapped around his waist, now pulling him down into her, Kris took one hand from her ass and grabbed the bed’s headboard. He drove into her, rarely taking himself more than halfway out before plunging back in, panting with the rising animal instinct. They writhed in each others’ arms, urging each other on with their eyes, with their hands, with their mouths, with their entire bodies. Kris could no longer think of anything beyond Neeshka’s half-lidded eyes, the shaking of the bed underneath them, the rhythmic smack of flesh on flesh as their skin met after each thrust, the feeling of his balls smacking against her ass, and always the tightness that enveloped him, the warmth and the wetness that his cock plowed into again and again.

She had her hands up on the headboard too, now, pushing herself with all her considerable strength into his thrusts, her orange skin flushed nearly red from the pleasure infusing every inch of her body. Her breasts arched up along with her back; Kris brought his head down to suck on her nipple, biting it hard, and she grunted and groaned and egged him on, always in time with the continuing rhythm. Her gasps turned to screams of pleasure, screams which would surely alert anyone nearby to what was happening, but Kris didn’t care, he was grunting and yelling himself, yelling her name as he approached his limit, as her word-filled screams climbed high into insensibility and her face distorted with the rapturous feeling that he was working into her.

Her crevice tightened lovingly around him as she shrieked his name, and he felt her burning juices rush to cover his skin as he was pushed over the edge, arms squeezing her to him, burying his head in her neck as he thrust up as far as he could go. He released himself wonderfully inside of her, his cream mixing with her juices, and she cooed under him even as she spasmed around his shaft, her own arms holding him close, her hips tightening to squeeze every last drop out of him.

They lay there in each others’ arms for a full minute; he stayed inside of her, both of them panting, out of breath as they clung together, drawing out the moment.

Then, with a sigh of utmost satisfaction, Kris rolled off to the side, settling down next to her. She turned her body onto him, her leg going over his, her head resting on his chest; she giggled softly, sending a tremor through him.

“Well,” she said to his pectoral muscle, “we waited too long to do that.”

Kris found himself laughing before he could even stop to think about it. Something about the comment just struck him as hilarious. He wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, and, still guffawing, told her, “You know everyone in this place knows what just happened.”

“I know,” she replied, looking up to grin at him wickedly. “Doesn’t that just make you wanna do it again?”

That just set him to laughing once more. Eventually, though, Neeshka was able to … “convince” him to stop.


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