Drow in the City Ch. 01

Lura watched with appreciation as Donnara began to slowly stroke her lover's cock, eyes wide in wonderment. Likely wondering how she would manage to fit his cock, though not huge by Lura's standards, into her much smaller holes. Meanwhile, Benefast was working his tongue magically around her mouth while his hands deftly massaged her double-halfling-handful breasts while simultaneously pinching and rolling her erect nipples. His teeth playfully nipped at her lower lip, and the surprising sensation sent her back into an arch, thrusting her breasts up into the halfling. She heard his chuckle, and the amusement therein, and glowered at the side of his face. The drow decided that, when he stopped being so deliciously pleasing, she would show him how drow women mated with impertinent males.

Mikhail put his hand on one of Lura's feet, unfastening and removing the high-heeled she wore, and began to run the tips of his fingers up the arch of her foot, attention that would tickle a normal individual but only sent electric bolts of pleasure up her calves, the back of her thigh, straight to the nexus of her loins. Then he held on for dear life as, without warning, Donnara swallowed the entire length of his cock. His knees wobbled, but he mastered himself and managed to look down, gazing in appreciation at the bulge sticking out of her throat. She withdrew her face from his shaft as one might remove their torso from an impaling spear, and Mikhail couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as her tongue rubbed the underside of his cock, leaving long, thick ropes of saliva and precum bridging her tongue and lips to his now thoroughly moistened cock.

Donnara gasped. The cock had been much larger than she imagined, but her throat was almost elastic when she wanted it to be, and even his size, compared to the size of her mouth and throat, was not enough to deter her passion for cock sucking. The halfling loved sex, loved cocks, and enjoyed them in her pussy and ass alike, but nothing brought the wanton halfling more pleasure than a man losing himself in the ministrations of her tongue and mouth. The ultimate satisfaction, of course, came from the flood of hot, steamy cum filling her mouth, washing her throat, filling her belly, and even dripping out and down onto her breasts. She beat Mikhail's pulsing member furiously, the wet smacking sounds filling the room with the gasps and soft moans coming from the exceptionally steamy Lura.

Benefast, though he was shorter than Lura, felt completely in control of her prone form. She was responding instantly to everything he did to her, starting with the playful nibble on her lower lip. He moved away from her face, now, lashing her neck with his tongue, going down each side to the hollow of her throat where he paused to taste the sheen of sweat condensing there. His hand left her breast, reaching down and pulling up the hem of her skirt, and as the thin garment rose above her hips, the room was treated to an intoxicating odor. It was heady and rich, slightly pungent, but altogether sweet. His fingers traced up the insides of her thighs and found the honey pot of her pussy, already glistening with a thin layer of her arousal. Her cry was quiet, but firm when his forefinger and ring finger parted her lower lips, and his middle finger made one long, broad stroke from bottom to top, resting on the hardened bud of her clit. He began small, firm circles on that little pearl while his free hand pulled the top of her dress down, revealing her magnificent, perfectly sculpted black breasts, each capped with a violet nipple, hard as a pebble.

All thoughts that Lura had of turning the tables on this halfling were crushed away when his fingers found her sensitive pussy, and all she could do was throw her arms out to the side, grasp the fabric of the bed and cry out in lust. As if the agile ministrations of his fingers were not enough, he latched his lips onto one of her nipples, sucking hard and lashing the hard nipple with his wet tongue. She grasped him by his head, her fingernails digging in slightly to his skin beneath the curly brown hair. On sudden inspiration, she reached down, undid his pants with one hand, and thrust her hand down his pants, finding a cock so large on a halfling that it surprised her. She reckoned the cock to be at least as long as her hand, almost as long as Mikhail's, and on a body a little more than half the size. With strength that was masked by her womanly frame, she lifted the halfling's lower half and placed it over her face, jerking his pants down so that the engorged member hovered over her face.

"You could've asked," Benefast said, a smile over on his face as he looked back at her from underneath his body. Her eyes hardened and her lips went thin as she scowled at him. Lura grabbed his cock and squeezed hard enough for him to yelp.

In a very drow, very frightening voice, she said, "Cal uns'aa xor Usstan orn vaq'dos!"

The halfling, perplexed and a little afraid, looked to Mikhail.

"From what I've learned...ahh, yeah...she said...mmm, yeah...well, you'd better eat her pussy, before something bad happens to your cock," he said, then grimaced as Donnara swallowed his prick yet again.

"Yes, mistress," Benefast muttered, and felt the delightful sensation of the drow's tongue caressing his heavy ball sack as his tongue slid once, twice, thrice, and more over her glistening slit. She moaned against his balls, and the sensation sent thrills down his shaft. Lura, for her part, relished in the feeling of droplets of precum dropping and splattering on her neck. A free hand rubbed the warm, syrupy liquid into her skin.

Taking his cue from Lura, Mikhail stood Donnara up and jerked her serving skirt down to her ankles. She wiped excess saliva from her mouth and began kissing his stomach as he pulled her vest and blouse off. Her breasts were large for a halfling, and he couldn't help but molest them, rubbing her nipples against his palms as he squeezed and kneaded her orbs. An idea hit him, pushing the former idea out as he nestled his prick between her breasts. Grinning, she grabbed her own breasts and pressed them together, forming a tight canal for his cock. He drove back and forth between her breasts as she opened her mouth, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth and releasing.

But Lura and Donnara kept looking at each other, eyeing each other as the men continued to service them remarkably. Lura took the initiative, pulling Benefast's cock from her throat and pushing him off. He started to protest, but she leveled him with a glare that had once sent males scurrying in fear. Donnara took her cue, and Mikhail, knowing what was to come, did not protest as the halfling crawled on top of the drow, their mouths locking before Donnara turned on top of the drow, putting her face in Lura's hot cunt while the drow's tongue snaked up into the halfling's wet, but hitherto untouched cunt. Both females began moaning in unison, loudly and raucously, grunting and slurping each other's juices even as the wetness coated their chins and cheeks.

Benefast's despair vanished immediately when both females began giving each other head, and he started stroking his cock. Mikhail cued him, pointing toward Lura's head and Donnara's ass, while the human himself stood at the other end of the bed, pulling both females toward it so that Lura's legs draped over the edge. He spread the drow's legs, sliding his palms up and down her thighs and caressing Donnara's head. Benefast placed his cock on Lura's cheek, to which she grinned. Then he started rubbing the thick head against Donnara's slit. Lura pulled her face away long enough for Benefast to plant his cock into her mouth, thrusting down into her throat before letting her resume cunnilingus on his half-sister.

Mikhail put his hand under Donnara's chin, lifting her face and thrusting his cock into her mouth, then her throat, and throat-fucked her long enough for Lura to protest by kicking him hard in the thigh. He laughed and pulled out of the halfling's throat, who looked up at him with a grin as she went back to devouring Lura's steaming cunt. He looked to Benefast, who was idly stroking his cock while he watched Lura's dark tongue lash his half-sister's pink box. They made eye contact, and Mikhail nodded. The cue was taken and both men sheathed themselves in the soaked cunts of their respective lovers. Mikhail filled Lura completely, feeling her stretch tightly around his shaft, and delighted in the expression on Donnara's face as Benefast thrust fast and hard into her snatch.

A chorus of gasps, grunts, and loud moaning filled the room as Benefast and Mikhail both drilled Lura and Donnara. For their part, Lura and Donnara continued flicking their tongues at their clits furiously, adding to the cries of lust and passion. Then, without warning, Benefast started grunting loudly as he pulled out of his half-sister. He stroked furiously then stopped, squeezing his cock hard just under the head as several jets of his cum shot against the gaped canal of Donnara's wet cunt, and promptly slid down onto Lura's face, who gathered up as much as she could to swallow it. Mikhail, seeing no reason to continue now that Benefast had blown his load, pulled out opened Donnara's mouth, ejaculating his seed into her mouth and onto her cheeks as he gushed uncontrollably.

Without wasting a moment, Donnara rose off Lura, and the drow sat up. They locked lips, swishing the cum from mouth to mouth. Just to show off to Mikhail and Benefast, Donnara stood, her head and shoulders over Lura as the drow sat. Lura leaned her head back, mouth open with a pool of pearly white cum within. Donnara let the cum in her mouth slowly creep out, dripping down into the drow's mouth. Then, as the males grinned and idly touched their spent cocks, Lura laid Donnara down and drooled the cum back into the halfling's mouth. They locked lips again, and, each with an equal share of mixed cum, swallowed.

Mikhail moved to sit next to Lura, his arm around her shoulders as she leaned her head against his shoulder, purring contentedly. Benefast sat behind his half-sister, arms around her waist and legs out to her sides as she leaned back, kissing his neck affectionately.

"I think I would like to visit your clan sometime," Lura said quietly. Mikhail nodded, a grin on his face.

"The Freeheart Clan, two days travel to the east," Benefast said. "Maybe someday?"

"Certainly," Donnara said.

"What now?" asked Mikhail as he eyed a clock against a wall. "It is between lunch and dinner time."

"Well, I have a tavern to run, so I need to get back to work," Donnara said. "And you have a shift to finish, brother. And I hope you saved your energy for tonight. From what Alagan said, Iliara has special plans for the two of you."

"Iliara?" Lura asked. "The gold elf?"

"Aye," Benefast said, a shadow growing over his face even as a small smile grew. "She is quite adept at her skills, both in bed and out of, and has the finest dreamsmoke in Everlund, though I have no idea where she gets it. Likes all those mind-altering drugs, really, but me and Alagast only do the 'smoke. The dust and blackstalk are a bit much."

"Blackstalk mushroom? That's poisonous to every race I've ever known, except drow," Lura said, curious. Mikhail looked at her quizzically, but she ignored it.

"Aye, she's grown a tolerance to it," Benefast said. "Only barely, though. Seen her get sick from it a few times, but she always gets on a sexual high from it, like it gets her off. Heh, she came to from a pretty vivid hallucination and me and Alagan beat off right on her face!"

When nobody laughed, he quickly added, "She liked it, swear! She wiped it off and we went about our business afterward."

"Have you met Iliara?" Donnara said, a more concerned look on her face. Lura nodded slowly. "Be careful, lass. That one can be dangerous, no matter how sweet she looks, and I've been to bed with her before. She'll do things to you that even a drow can't imagine."

Lura took in the information quietly, nodding slowly, all the while with Mikhail studying her reactions. In truth, it only intrigued her more about the gold elf, and decided that she would need to get to know the sexy thing more. A yawn overtook her, and fatigue settled over her like a heavy blanket.

"I need a nap," she said quietly, sweetly, and nuzzled into Mikhail again. They laid down on the soft bed, her back against his chest as they curled together. Donnara pulled the blankets over the couple and lead her half-brother out of the room.