A Fair Trade

The high, piercing cry that marked Samara's orgasm was almost drowned out entirely by the howl that Keltrixx made. She could feel the subtler charms which permeated the dildo flare to life as pleasure wracked her body. Was she in any more control than she was the first time? Perhaps not. All the world seemed to fall away except for the strangely foreign tension that was released, suddenly, as the demonic strap-on began to pump thick ropes of cum into the paladin's writhing body.

Keltrixx had a front-row seat to watch its effects on Samara. The first spurt seemed to shock the girl into wakefulness. Wide-eyed, she was staring right at Keltrixx when the next one hit, and Keltrixx thought she could hear a breathlessly whimpered "thank you, thank you" before the girl shuddered herself into another gooey mess.

With every thrust and every moment that passed, Keltrixx could feel herself burning even hotter with desire. Her cock was ruling her now. That was part of its allure: the more pleasure she gave Samara, the more she received, and thus the closer she got to slamming another load of white, almost-realistic cum into the cunt of what was now a very happy paladin. Whimpering, she let the magic draw her onward, only wishing that she could do this forever...

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Samara was the first to stir from her post-coital daze.

"Th-thanks," she mumbled, her fingers absently tracing patterns on Keltrixx's back. "I really needed that."

Keltrixx sighed into the paladin's shoulder. She'd toppled over at some point during their fuck session, landing sprawled across Samara's chest. The tentacles had long since withdrawn, leaving the two of them alone and sweaty in a completely disheveled bed.

"Thought I was gonna lose my mind for a minute." The paladin's voice was slurred as if half-drunk. "'d never cum like that before."

Keltrixx tiredly chuckled. "I aim to please." She would never admit it, but the experience had been a first for her as well.

"You know," Samara said, her fingers pausing in their aimless path. "About what you said to me earlier. There's something you should know."

"I didn't take things too far, did I?" Keltrixx didn't realize that succubi were capable of blushing, but apparently she was. She'd said some really dirty things to a paladin, of all people, and it occurred to her that she'd maybe crossed a line. "I'm sorr-."

"Nah, it's fine, I liked it," Samara reassured her. "It's just, for your information, I wouldn't have bothered with being a brothel slave if the paladin gig didn't work out. I'd have become a seamstress."

Keltrixx lifted her head. "What?"

"It's a much better arrangement," Samara explained. "They've got their own guild and everything. Plenty of rich nobles with more money than sense who are gonna need the latest fashions. You can do seriously well as a seamstress in the big city if you've got the connections and skill. Besides," Samara was grinning at Keltrixx, "I know I've got these wonderfully nimble fingers. But you already know that, don't you?"

It took only a little fumbling before Keltrixx was able to lay her hands on a pillow and whap Samara across the face. The paladin was laughing. "You," Keltrixx grumbled, "are absolutely impossible. Don't forget you're still mine for the rest of the night."

"Are you gonna go another round --?"

"No, I'm damn well exhausted. And I know that you are, too." Her paladin bedwarmer wasn't someone she could be mad at for long. Keltrixx snuggled close. "So you can stay here and hold me for the rest of our time together. And find some other artifact to retrieve so I have an excuse to play with you again. How's that sound?"

Samara planted a kiss on her forehead. "Perfect," she whispered with a smile. "Absolutely perfect."