Devie breathing became short and quick with a stunned awed enchantment in her eyes as she watched Triel taste so sensually into the other woman. She had felt this act, but never seen it. The knowledge combined with the visuals overwhelmed her poor brain in wonder. Minutes passed before she came back to herself, knowing doing nothing might end her involvement and she wanted ANYTHING other than that.
So she slipped back through the water, curving around Triel's back, softly tracing a pointed ear with her mouth as her hands wandered to places underwater.
Her ministrations abruptly stop for a moment, however, when Devie moves behind her and takes the tip of her ear into her mouth. Triel gasps and shivers, her legs instinctively spreading open for the oracle's fingers to explore between.
"Devie--yes, like that--ohhhh..." She moans before sinking back into Ahyoka's flower, her hips gently grinding against Devie's fingers as well. Her eyes roll back and close as pleasure begins to pulse through her body, any pretense of dominance melting into sweet submission.
If there was one thing Devie has learned in the limited time she has been born of two and put in a third, Triel. More specifically Triel's body. The clenching, the sounds, the gentle turned to urgent needs, the trust a surrender from her means.
Devie simply loves every single one of them.
She could be forever happy with her arms entwined around her, her fingers exploring, her mouth nibbling. Listening, tasting, feeling... just being with her.
Even if it is shared. Looking up from her nibble spot, she looks to see how the other woman is enjoying this. Her knowledge of Ahyoka still very limited.
The sight of Devie's exquisite body pressed up against Triel's, face gazing up at her, as her hands beginning to eagerly ravish the drow's body, turning the almost commanding confidence into a yearning plea, is one of the most arousing things she's ever witnessed, and she locks eyes with the oracle as Triel feasts upon her sex, sharing the unbridled sight of her body succumbing to pleasure, with the woman bringing the same to the pne providing hers. Her breasts heaving as her body shakes in ecstacy, as much a visual feast for Devie as the feast of her flesh and juices Triel was hungrily devouring.
Almost immediately, the fire ignites between her legs again, and she turns to the oracle with a sinister, lascivious grin. While she could not speak for the rest of her people, the drow knew her own libido was not so easily satisfied with merely one little death--it might not even be sated with a second. Or a third.
But however many she had, she'd make damned certain her partners had as many as their bodies could bear.
"Your turn, ssinssrigg." Her hand touches Devie's cheek and she pulls her in for a deep, hungry kiss before turning her around, sliding to the far edge of the tub, the drow's back flush against the wall. Her hands slide beneath her lover's thighs, spreading them wide open for Ahyoka's viewing pleasure.
Devie submits easily to her directed position, biting her lower lip as her core is opened. Her breathing heavy as she waits, displacing the water in her abundance.
She moves forward, looking into Devie's eyes to make sure that her touch is welcome. "Yes, it is very much your turn, Devie."
Seeing the question in Ahyoka's eyes, the ebony-haired woman nods in a way Eager is screamed silently. Somehow her legs spread even wider.
Leaning in, the sorceress greets her with a swelteringly passionate kiss, as she slips a finger into her wet folds, her thumb gliding over the stiffening bud of pleasure, taking great enjoyment in the shudder and moan she elicits as she breaks the kiss, to do the same with Triel, tasting herself on the drow's full lips.
"Let's make her sing, shall we?" she purrs, her fingers beginning their work as she kisses her way down the oracles body.
Triel's voice emerges as a growl of dominance, and she punctuates her agreement with a gentle pinch of Devie's nipples. She licks her lips in the aftermath of Ahyoka kissing her.
Devie surrenders completely to the two women's caresses, the gentle and not so gentle equally. In no time she is singing exactly the tune they desire from her. Loudly. Repeatedly. Until she sinks into being warm pudding. With a slow blush across her cheeks, and blinking eyes of Oh My.
She plants a gentle kiss on Devie's trembling lips before looking down at Ahyoka, the sorceress still between her legs. "I think we may have worn her out." She says with a cheeky grin on her face.
"She can rest, but I definitely think it's your turn to be left trembling, don't you?" she says, her voice still clearly carrying a tone of hunger.
She gives the waterlogged floor a look. "...maybe we should've taken this to the bedroom instead..." The drow winces before shaking her head. "Oh well."
"Mmmmmhhhh..." She moans into Ahyoka's mouth before briefly pulling away and leaning into her ear. "How do you want me?"
She revels in the press of their naked flesh together.
"Hmmm, the perfect question" the sorceress purrs, leaning into a long passionate kiss, her hands roaming her companion's supple flesh eagerly, reaching down to firmly squeeze her ample bottom, reveling in the feel of the drow's powerful body pressed against hers.
Turning them both so that Triel's back was now to the tub, she goes up onto her toes, beginning to kiss her way down her neck, her hands caressing the spiritualist's body as she works her way down, stopping to tease each dark stiffened nipple with her tongue before kneeling before her.
"Go ahead and get comfortable" she purrs, looking up at her with a smile, and guiding her to sit at the tub's edge.
As the much taller woman sits, she leans forward for another passionate kiss, her hands resting on Triel's thighs, beginning to slowly massage her way inward as she continues to kiss her, capturing her bottom lip between the teeth lightly as she slowly pulls back.
Releasing the drow's lip with a grin, she continues to massage and caress the strong yet, supple flesh of her inner thighs, building her pleasure and desire with each passing moment. Sitting back on her heels, she keeps her eyes locked on her companion's, leaning close enough for her to feel the warmth of her breath on her full breasts, before extending her tongue, first in a few light flicks, before she slowly traces warm, wet circles around each nipple.
Only when her beautiful dark elf is almost begging, does she shift her attention, beginning to slowly kiss along the insides of her thighs, nibbling and tracing her flesh with her tongue as she moves closer to her glistening treasure.
It was times like these that she truly felt comfortable. The life of a politically-inclined drow was one of paranoia and deceit--with character judgements and decisions about which player to back needing to be made in split-seconds (if even that), the pressure to perform was more than many could bear.
In the now, there was no negotiating to be done, no alliances to preserve or unmake. There was only her, an exceptionally-skilled and beautiful surfacer, and not a stitch of clothing between her and hopefully many many orgasms.
"...Gods, I love being naked." Triel whispers aloud to no one in particular. Her legs wrap around Ahyoka's head, not so subtly encouraging her to continue.
Slipping first one finger, then another into her slick folds, she continues to pleasure her, taking her sensitive bud between her lips and beginning to gently suck as she caresses her within.
Triel's hips slowly rock and arch into Ahyoka's lips and finger, her lips quirking into a smile as her eyes begin to roll back into her head.
"...yes..."
Her breath catches in her throat as the sorceress hits a particularly sensitive spot.
"Ah... Ahyoka, I want to pleasure you too, you know." She asks, her eyes fully closing.
As much as she enjoyed pleasuring her she couldn't deny her own need, practically dripping with arousal. Rising from her knees, she leans forward, passionately kissing the seated drow before turning and taking her hand, leading her across the room.
Smiling at the spent sight of Devie sprawled on the bed, she moves to lay down on the plush rug. stretching out languidly to lay on her side, one leg bent with her knee raised, her body on full display, an open invitation.
With a brief glance at the sleeping form of her dear Devie (and knowing just how heavy of a sleeper she could be), the drow turns her eyes to Ahyoka, taking in the sorceress' immaculate, tattooed body.
With a lick of her lips, she descends next to Ahyoka, this time trailing kisses down her back while her hands traced the curves of her breasts.
"I haven't yet had a chance to really examine those wonderful tattoos of yours, dear Ahyoka." She replies, her lips right on Ahyoka's ear. "With lips, tongue, fingers... rest assured, I will be well acquainted with every single one of them by the time I'm through."
The words send a pulse of sheer heat and wetness to her nether lips.
"Then by all means, I'm yours to explore to your utter satisfaction...and my own i'M SURE" she purrs, melting in Triel's arms in complete surrender.
Her fingers trace along the inks of Ahyoka's arrow, etched and imbued so artfully along her forearm. There's a little tingle at her fingertips wherever she touches the design--an echo of the magic contained within. Her lips swiftly follow.
The lotus flower nestled in the valley of the sorceress' cleavage is the next to be inspected. Triel gently turns Ahyoka over to get a more comfortable position. This time, her lips take the lead in exploration, tasting the smooth, ink-etched skin and inviting the magical tingling into her mouth. The drow lets out an almost-imperceptible moan as the magic caresses her tongue in return.
Her hands travel down the length of Ahyoka's thighs, seeking out whatever magical inks lie within them while Triel kisses her way down to the twin tattoos of her scorpion and guardian. "...mmmm..."
She pulls back to appreciate the tattoos, taking them in. "...I have to ask, Ahyoka, do you do your own tattoo work?" The drow says before dipping forward and planting a warm kiss on the scorpion.
Another shift of her hands, and Ahyoka's hips are cradled and gently lifted upwards. Triel spreads the sorceress' nether lips with her thumbs, her tongue slowly licking her own in anticipation.
"In that case, I wonder what would happen if I did this..." A wicked little grin appears on her face.
A moment passes before the drow's lips wrap around Ahyoka's clit, her tongue sliding beneath to taste, rub and massage inside. There's a sensation of vibration as she begins to hum a slow, tranquil tune against the sorceress' pleasure button. A pair of curious fingers slide in, rubbing and feeling and thrusting with gentle, practiced ease.
One finger slides out of the sorceress' flower and slides down to her other hole, slipping inside with help from her natural fluids. The drow lets out a growl as she begins thrusting her fingers anew.
As Triel plays her body like a finely tuned instrument, the sorceress lets out a cry of ecstasy as her lover takes her well beyond the brink of orgasm, her tongue and fingers driving her body to a toe-curling climax as she writhes in pleasure. Panting with exertion as her body recovers, Ahyoka fixes the drow with a look of insatiable hunger, quickly regaining her energy as she throws herself onto the other woman, hungrily descending upon her dripping sex, while twisting her body to provide her with full access, determined for them to continue on well into the night, and should Devie awaken before thewy were spent, to draw her back into their lust filled tangle of ecstasy.
She closes her eyes and surrenders to the natural rhythm of their naked bodies moving in tandem, tongue and fingers penetrating deep, savouring every errant twitch, every burst of warmth and every drawn-out sound of fulfillment.
It was times like this that she knew she was where she belonged.