Hilo's Tower Tales 04: After Party

The partiers were all masked, and Jorak recognized no one, until he noticed waves of blonde hair tumbled around a richly bejeweled mask. Beneath that mask, a lovely pair of lips smiled and laughed. He would know that smile, that laugh, anywhere. His eyes naturally traveled down, and he couldn't help but appreciate Kami Dolvith's large, beautiful breasts.

A dark-elf, Jorak guessed he was Taziel, massaged one of her breasts and lowered his head to tease her nipple with his tongue. He'd fantasized about those tits...

...He'd imagined laying his cock in the cleft of those mounds, squeezing that soft flesh around his shaft. Her tits would be oil slicked, and he'd slip his monster in and out between them. In his fantasy, Kami leaned her head down and flicked her tongue over the head of his thrusting beast. She caught his cream in her lips as he jizzed on her.

Jorak shook the vision from his head and adjusted his pants. He continued to watch as Taziel held up one of Kami's legs with his free hand. He was making room for a man who licked and sucked at her pussy lips, much to Kami's cooing and giggling delight. The man between her legs had a tattoo on his shoulder, a raven clutching a dagger in its talons. There was only one man with such a mark, and it was his best friend, Jake Folly.

There were others gathered around Kami's couch. Jorak supposed they were waiting to have a turn with her. His friends were having a good time, and Jorak didn't want to interrupt them. He knew he should move on, but he was mesmerized by the sexual play before him. Kami moaned, her back arched beautifully as Jake's tongue rapidly flicked her elf clitty. Jake pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, while Taziel continued to play with those gorgeous tits.

Then Kami's eyes opened and she saw Jorak. She propped up suddenly on her elbows and startled her companions. Kami cried out, "Jorak?!" That wasn't the name Jake expected to hear.

Confused, Jake pulled back and wiped her juices from his mouth. Then he saw his friend and said, "Jorak, what the Hells, man?"

Jorak had trouble finding his voice, so Kami sat up further. She lifted her mask smiled and spoke softly at him. "Jorak, it's all right, sweetie. But, well honey, wh-what are you doing here?"

Everyone in her group was looking at him then, and he wanted to crawl under a rock. He folded his hands in front of himself, at least trying to hide what he could. "Sorry to bother you, but you seen Céde?"

"Not since this afternoon," then she must have seen something in his face. "Oh, oh, baby, no. She wouldn't be here. Not without you."

"They said she was here, lookin' for me. Sorry," he mumbled, "Sorry." Their eyes all told him he didn't belong there. Jorak was already turning away. As he started scanning the crowd again, Kami called out to him, but he didn't look back.

The more he looked for her, he felt more aroused and more stupid. He knew Kami was right. Céde wouldn't be there. She wasn't dumb enough to believe he'd be there. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and started looking for the door instead. Then he saw a fall of wild black curls, porcelain skin, a long, delicately curved back. And he felt his heart jump into his throat.

She was caught between two men, their pricks buried deep in her pussy and her ass. The man in him said it couldn't be her. She would never allow such a thing. The orc in him wanted to tear those two men apart. Jorak couldn't hurt Céde, no matter how badly she hurt him, but those men were going to be dead. As he approached, the man behind her saw the look in Jorak's eyes. The human man dislodged from her backside and stood back. He put his shaking hands up defensively. With stark terror in his eyes, he stuttered, "Hey, J-Jorak, I-I just... I mean, I d-didn't..."

Jorak couldn't stop the orc growl that escaped from his soul, and the man took another step back. He clenched his fist at his side, knowing he could end that man with one bare hand. Fortunately for that man, Jorak held on to his senses for a minute. He turned to look at the pretty, pale-elf ass that was presented to him. Céde had a birthmark in the shape of a gingko leaf on her right butt cheek. He put his hands on the woman's ass, his thumb stroking that place where the birthmark should've been— and wasn't. Jorak smiled as relief flooded him.

Then his spine froze and his ears twitched. A shrill, and beloved, voice cried out, "Jorak?!"

He looked up to see his sweet Céde, mask-less and fully clothed, glaring at him. He grinned at her, then realized he was still touching the other woman's butt. He jerked his hands back and said, "Céde! I was just lookin' for you."

Her tight fisted hands were at her hips, and her midnight curls floated on their own wind around her head. His Sorceress had found him, and she was mad as all Hells. Céde cocked her head to the side and snapped, "And you thought you'd find me in her ass? Is that it?"

As mad as she was, he was just glad to see her. As long as they were together, he knew they could work things out. Feeling silly, Jorak grinned and shrugged. In answer to her question, he said, "Well, yeah, kinda."

*****

Céde took Jorak home from the After Party. She couldn't stay upset with him after what had happened with Romo that day. And the whole party thing really wasn't Jorak's fault. Once they had a chance to talk things through, they understood that they'd both been played. She told Jorak to leave it alone, to not play into childish nonsense.

I don't mind a little nonsense, however. My Mistress may think she's above getting even. But, you see, that's what her Familiar is for. And I don't get even. I get ahead, and I stay ahead.

I've enlisted Romo's help. Though his supernatural perception is not as keen as my own, he's still pretty damn good. We're keeping our senses open for the culprit. He and I are going to find who did this to the Mistress and her mate. And when we do, we'll introduce the prankster to our little pixie friend. And once she's got him, we'll make sure our Whiskey Cricket never lets him go. No one makes trouble for MY Mistress and gets away with it.

Now, do you think we should take a bit off a couple of the legs of Commander Findé's chair as well? Wouldn't it be better if both her desk and her chair wobbled, just a little bit?