Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 35

Tess shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of how much of a fifth wheel she was. This was a moment meant for them-

Keiter glanced at her and, seeming to sense her unease, motioned her over. When she moved closer Leslie pulled back with a sheepish smile lighting her face. Her expression shifted a little into guilt and shame but something else. . . something more powerful still made her bite into her lower lip. She looked beautiful like that, Tess decided.

"I-" the woman started. "I'm sorry, I guess maybe this Sarah woman is rubbing off on me." She ran a hand over her face tousling the stray brown locks that'd fallen down the side her face. She brushed them behind her ear and added in a husky sigh, "I never do anything like that. . ."

"Maybe you should!" Keiter said playfully and hugged her.

She nibbled her lower lip even more.

Tess whispered sheepishly, "I wouldn't mind if you did."

"H- Heh? Gods, what am I doing."

"May I say? I think you're curious! Isira would bless your curiosity, look! You're smiling!" Keiter took her cheeks gently, supporting even though Tess could see his growing erection pressing against his robes. His cock wasn't even half hard and his robes were shifted up by it. She did nothing to hide her curiosity; she hadn't seen his cock when they were double teaming Sarah in the shrine. . . Tess's face swelled with heat and her sudden lewd curiosity.

Leslie didn't seem to realize the effect she was having on both of her guests as she shifted her hands up to Keiter's shoulders, clenching and relaxing slightly, gathering her thoughts. "I don't know about that, smiling and trying not to laugh at how pathetic-"

"You're not, though!" Tess sprung into action and threw her arm around the woman's shoulder. "You're really not! You're strong and pretty and warm and. . . a really good dancer." She licked her lips. "And, you really are beautiful and kind."

"Very kind." Keiter echoed. "I'm a good judge of character and I'm awed to bear witness to your smiles!"

Leslie scoffed into a playful giggle that sounded more like a giddy teenager than mature cougar, but it made Tess wonder what else her voice was capable of. "You two are so cheesy."

Her guests responded at the same time:

"You're still smiling."

"It made you smile!"

The seamstress drew in a breath and rubbed at her chest, sucking on her lower lip and seeming to regard the two in that strange way she did. After a moment she shivered. "Gods abo-"

Keiter put a finger to her lips. "You deserve to smile and we are made better for them- thank you."

She furrowed her brow. "So that's Isira's thing, is it? Get me smiling like an idiot doing things I'd never do?"

"She would ask you to seek out new experiences and live, even when you don't want to. Be comfortable and share that comfort, hope to the hopeless, love to the lost, and a full stomach to the hungry; what more can I do to show you how much your happiness would mean to Her?"

Leslie turned her head down slightly to rest her forehead against his. Barely audibly, she whispered: "Maybe we can do that again? With. . . .with a little less tongue."

"Sorry-"

"Oh, no! No, noooo, don't be sorry. It's just a bit much for me," the cougar pounced; she turned Keiter's muzzle up and kissed him deeply once more. Her chest heaved in quick sips of air causing her bust to swell against the restraint of her dress hypnotically; enticing, begging, demanding she took her prey for all he was worth.

Tess bit into her lower lip as she watched the human and kobold make out, her bright eyes followed Leslie's neck line as she turned her head to respond to Keiter's invitations. Her mousy hair was worn up for the most part giving the little elf a beautiful view of the most sensual parts of human anatomy she'd ever enjoyed- did she dare act on them?

Leslie moaned a sensual purr that seemed anything but voluntary. An invitation?

Gods dammit. Isira could witness this, for all Tess cared. . . She took her shot. Tess kissed the human's throat lightly- she stiffened in surprise a little. But Tess persisted, she nuzzled into the crook of her host's neck, kissed her again and then kissed her shoulder, drawing a deep pull of the brunette's heady scent. It was raw and primal, intoxicating to her young mind. Emboldened, she planted a real kiss on Leslie's neck, suckling at her flesh and touching her tongue to it- savoring the second human she'd ever been close to willingly.

Tess drew in Leslie's scent in deep pulls that made her slightly dizzy, sighing them out across the flesh she left wet in the wake of her kisses. Leslie reached up and, with trembling fingers, touched Tess's shoulder. Not quite pushing her away but not quite inviting her into the bizarre exchange she'd started with Keiter.

It was happening fast, not nearly as fast as it had with Felicia, but before Tess knew it she had lowered her head and was suckling on Leslie's earlobe, earning a break in the kiss and a low whimper of a moan. Leslie shivered in the arms of her guests and swallowed. A sudden timidness came over her and she drew back a bit, regarding them.

"I-" Leslie blushed furiously. "Is this one of those 'things I'll regret tomorrow' moments? Because if it is, I'm gonna need another drink." She seemed to aim that comment at Tess. "At least then I can have an excuse."

"I- I'm sorry? Sh- I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry."

"N- N-" The woman stopped trying to rationalize it when Keiter kissed her temple, her cheek, her neck. Her cleavage. She bit her lower lip but she didn't stop him. She didn't even attempt to. His hands came down to her sides, palms turned up to support her- he kissed her breasts one at a time and palmed them with all the care of a newborn child. Her breasts easily took up his hands and then some but he massaged her nipples through her bodice and kissed her throat, leaving her dangerously off balance and open to a follow up. . .

Tess leaned in and kissed the opposite side of her neck. "You don't need a drink."

She sucked air through her teeth. "Gods, you two-" something in her demeanor changed a little as she started to relax into the almost worshipful attentions of her unusual guests, a realization maybe? Her grip slackened and she turned her head down a bit to regard Keiter, timid and uncertain. "I can feel that, you know."

"I know," came the steady reply. "But I doubt I'm the only person in this room you have that effect on."

Curious, Tess drew back to see the kobod straddling Leslie's thigh with his knee pushed firmly against her and one breast in either hand. Her nipples were hard as stone but so was Keiter's cock, visible as an outline against his robes- a growing wet spot near his chest gave Tess some idea of how long it was. She gaped openly at him.

Had Sarah taken all of that into her throat? Well- considering she'd deep throated Tess, maybe that wasn't so surprising, but his disproportionately long cock still seemed out of sorts with what she knew of him. Maybe it'd been a gift from Isira. . .

Leslie on the other hand seemed rather curious about this new discovery, she felt down his head, his chest- she gasped when she found the head and wrapped her hand around it, tentatively exploring down further until she found the base. "Gods' blood, have you got a license for that thing?" Her voice was a husky mix of uncertainty and excitement. After a moment it dawned on her what he'd said. "What do you mean by-" she looked to Tess.

Before she could raise objection Tess kissed her. Deeply. Whatever would come next, she wanted to remember that sultry pout of a mouth too finely shaped to be a human. Leslie's response was slower but eventually she started to respond, her growing lust lending her courage fueling her curiosity. She was warm and responsive to every little movement, panting softly even as she tried to explore the little elf with her tongue. As her courage swelled she brought her hand over Tess's and brought it to her crotch.

Absently it occurred to Tess that Keiter wasn't there any more but she was too excited to give it any thought. With every passing second their kissing became more erratic and labored but Leslie held control of it and she didn't seem to want to let go- she cupped Tess's skull and push-pulled them closer together, maybe so the elf could feel her hammering heart. Proud and strong in her chest but fighting for every moment as her passion really began to take over and leave rational thought a distant memory. Tess fell under the woman's spell without hesitation, mewling a sigh into her mouth while she started massaging the wetness her hand found.

Even through the fabric of her dress and under garments Leslie was soaking wet, aroused and unapologetic to the last; gods what kind of woman had they stumbled across? Tess whimpered as she figured out what was demanded of her and started to knead the woman's nethers earning a heady moan from the seamstress.

Mere seconds later Leslie broke the kiss, panting deeply and blushing more furiously than she had before. She gripped Tess's shoulders and moaned. "I've never done this- like this-"

Tess kissed her forehead but it was Keiter who spoke from his position on the floor in front of the couch. "Isira will smile upon you more than She already does. . . .if you wish Her to." He accented his point by drawing her skirts up to her knee and then, inch by inch, with every chance for her to stop him, he started to push them up.

Leslie swallowed, burying her head into the crook of Tess's neck. She didn't stop him, though. What did he have planned?

Caught by the boldness of the kobold, Tess didn't have it in her took look away, she shamefacedly drank in the visage of Leslie's legs, mentally tracing every new curve as it was revealed until Keiter had her skirt up around her waist. The older woman hugged Tess closer, sighing against her ear. "His tongue is so long. . ."

Then it clicked.

"Oh-" Tess giggled and enfolded the human in a new hug. "He's right, you know. You're so beautiful, I'm really glad we met you. . ."

"But what happened when you leave?" She whispered breathily. "What happens to me then?"

Keiter adjusted her skirts a bit, brought his hands to her flanks and eased her closer a bit- her skirts rolled higher revealing a dusting of brown pubic hair slicked with her natural juices and a swath of goose bumps running down her trembling thighs. No sooner had she shifted into position then he kissed her inner thigh, nuzzling against her sensitive flesh with his smooth muzzle. Leslie drew in a breath she sighed across Tess's ear.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

Neither could Tess but instead of commenting she undid the ribbon holding Leslie's hair up and lost herself in the tumbling locks that cascaded down her face, savoring every new prickle and the promises of what was to come. "Neither can I, but I'd love to hear you-" Tess stopped herself. "Smile?"

Leslie scoffed lightly but it quickly faded into a sigh as Keiter kissed her nether lips, another and another quickly followed, but after a forth try he finally kissed her the way he wanted to; slightly open mouth with his lips forming a seal around hers. In the next moment Leslie's grip on Tess tightened and her features crunched into a pleasured look of open mouthed surprise. Unconsciously she spread her legs a bit to give the cleric better access.

"Ohhh boy-" the woman purred in Tess's ear before she kissed it. She chuckled a little, absently mumbling something as her hands started to explore Tess's back. Her breathing was shorter than before but every move she made was quick and intentional, she explored her new curiosity with growing enthusiasm, reveling in the dancing elf's lithe body as much as the tongue that was exploring hers. "Sshhhh," she sighed. "Okay, not what I expect-"

At once Leslie dug her nails into Tess's back causing the girl to squirm and she moaned the most unashamed and satisfied sound she'd yet made. Slowly and without much thought to her partner's sake she crossed her feet behind Keiter's back and dug her heels in as she rolled her hips into his muzzle. It might have been selfish but no one minded too much; Leslie was, after all, their host. For her part in it, Tess sunk down with Leslie into a slump and pulled at the strings on her bodice clumsily until she managed to free Leslie's breasts from their confinement.

They were beautiful; more than a handful but still more than manageable for the little elf- Tess didn't think twice about it as she circled one with her tongue and began to suck at her nipple, massaging the other with her palm, kneading flesh she had no right to touch and reveling in that forbidden pleasure.

What Leslie lacked in Sarah's raw sexuality, she more than made up for in with allure. It was the way her mouth opened to release a sensual moan, the way she ran her fingers through Tess's hair and even more than that, it was her natural scent- it was familiar and warm, inviting and tinted just a shade with magic she'd probably never experience. Oh but by the gods was that magic within her. Strong and powerful like the heart that slammed against her ribs, waiting for a release it would never know.

Both of her guests let their hands roam freely over the older woman braving new paths into what she'd allow, testing the boundaries of what was supposed to be sane and shattering them completely with every breathy sigh that crossed her lips. Keiter's hands slid to her hips and held her firm enough to leave little indents where his claws dug in but Leslie didn't seem to realize or more likely didn't care as she reached under Tess and grabbed his head with her hand.

She arched her back bearing her throat with a deep and lurid sigh that echoed through her chest, clutching Tess closer as she started to roll her hips and undulate her body against her worshipers, barely conscious of her own voice as she mumbled 'we shouldn't do this...'

Actions and words were two very different things, however. Leslie rolled her hips into Keiter's attention all the more, grinding into his muzzle while the kobold priest performed his most sacred of duties. Even if he couldn't see the effect he was having on her, Tess got to watch first hand while the brunette writhed and pressed herself into Tess's mouth all the while trying to breathe- a whimper, a sigh, a name? Her supple lips turned upward into the cattiest of grins before she clutched Tess tighter, bit into her lower lip and clenched her thighs firmly to Keiter's skull.

In the next moment she was rolling her body against them both while sweat glistened across her neck and chest setting the undertone for a whimpering moan that rattled through her faster than her body wracking shudder. Leslie threw her head back with clenched teeth and that same hazy grin as she spasmed against her guests, pinning them close to her, daring them to leave. But neither of them did- they held to the woman, obediently continuing their attentions while one spasm after another took the woman into the abyss of mindless pleasure.

Leslie ground hard against Keiter's attentions for what felt like minutes until finally she mewled, shoved against Tess to stop her sucking and grabbed the edge of the couch slumping a bit "N- nomoregodsnomore-" Tess drew back leaving a string of saliva to connect the two women, Keiter was looking up at them both still buried firmly between Leslie's thighs. Her legs dangled from his shoulders weakly and she seemed unable to move so much as just twitch her response to his gentle nuzzling.

Tess enfolded the panting woman in a hug while she laid there limp and vulnerable in the hands of her new lovers, quivering as her pallor skin glistened in the muted light. When Keiter eased from between her legs she mewled and clutched Tess's arm with an unsteady, distant laugh. "Ohhh gods. You- You two do this often?" Without waiting for a reply she nuzzled into Tess's neck and took a small, tentative taste of the elf's skin.

Keiter kissed the tops of Leslie's thighs. "If I thought for a moment I could solve more problems like this, I would."

"What about you?" She whispered in Tess's ear and reached up to stroke her chest. Her movements were clumsy and uneven but when she cupped Tess's breast it was clear that her heart was in it. The human purred a deep, satisfied sigh causing the little elf to shiver. "You like that, do you?"

Maybe Leslie thought she had a safer bet with Tess, maybe she wanted to experiment with the touch of another woman, but Tess knew how this was going to end if she found out about the extra appendage. Tess shifted away warily when Leslie's exploration trailed a little too far down. "I don't think I could do what he just did..." She whispered uneasily.

"I-" Leslie stiffened a little. "Is that what you think I want?"

"Isn't it?"

"W- Well-"

"Gods dammit, Tess." The elf mentally kicked herself for ruining the mood. But to her surprise Leslie reached for the waist line of her skirt and undid a button on it, letting the fabric fall loose about her hips.

She turned her closed eyes to Keiter and Tess and swallowed. "I don't know where we're going to go from here, but I think maybe-" she blushed a little. "Maybe Keiter will teach me something, that is if you don't mind being a little patient with me." Leslie traced a finger down Tess's angular cheek and followed the outline of her form, lower and lower, even when Tess tried to back away. "I've never. . . but I'm willing to learn."

Tess took her hand, kissed it. "Uh- M- Maybe that's not such a good idea." She looked to Keiter for help but he watched her with his chin resting on Leslie's knee with an expression as unreadable as ever. "I- uhm-"

Keiter touched Leslie's thigh with a clawed finger. "My friend is suggesting maybe she is more of a giver, yes?"

"Y- Yes!" Tess lied.

"S- Sure." The woman licked her lips. "Uhm. . . S- So what next?"

Keiter emitted a soft purr, "Maybe you should decide." He trailed his fingers down her flanks and thighs, even kissing as he went until he was subjugating himself before her on his knees, kissing the tops of her feet.

Leslie bit into her lower lip with another nervous chuckle, wiping her hair out of her face as she forced herself another breath. "I must be crazy."

"Think of it as exploring a new facet of your life! Everything you ever wanted to try is open to you, I will deny you nothing if I can give it. . ." Keiter's voice was soft but firm and resolute. Spelling out in no uncertain terms what he planned.

Tess followed his lead and kissed the woman's neck. "Neither will I."

"Oh- O- Okay... No pressure, right?" Leslie chuckled a bit and started relaxing once more, she let out a light sigh while the kobold massaged her feet and kissed her shin up to her knee. "Anything I want-. . . Okay. I've always wanted to- uhm- see what an elf was like."

Tess blanched. "See what we're like?!" She whimpered. "I mean- uhm. I think I might disappoint you!"

The beautiful human dampened her lips in a very drawn out movement, in that time a million different emotions flickered across her features but what spilled from her tongue was strong, controlling and curious. "I don't think you could. . ."

Knowing there was no way to stop the woman's curiosity now that it was piqued, Tess sighed and took Leslie's hand. Her voice wavered as she already knew what was going to come out and it sickened her to even consider the truth- she knew what would happen, it always did, but given what this woman had already shown them there was that faint hope. . . Tess swallowed. "There was an accident a few years ago- uhm, elves are naturally in tune with magic, but sometimes we're born with a natural Talent. It uh, it usually reflects our personality but sometimes they're unpredictable."