6-75 Night of warmth

The moon had been hanging brightly and blatantly above the clouds, amidst the stars in the night sky. Now, the moon had begun its descent from its zenith. It had lost most of its lustre. The clouds had swallowed half of it. A few hours had passed. Three at most, Erin guessed. She didn’t keep count. She couldn’t afford to. The moon was the only measure of time flow she had. A clock was nowhere in sight, or at least not from her position.

Erin was lying face down on the bed, her hips jutting out and raised. In front of her face was the cunt of her first woman. The one who took her first sexual experience, Lyra. Behind her were Siv and Nivia. Instead of Erin, they were engrossed with each other. Arms wrapped around each other’s bodies and faces glued together in a sloppy mess. They had found pleasure in each other’s embrace. Their hands explored every inch of the other’s body. However, their attention was not exclusive to one another. Erin’s dripping honeypot was too much for them to ignore. They would take turns giving a lap, a nibble, or a suckle intermittently. Then, they would drink the sap from the Fox-kin’s cunt. They would savour it in their mouth before giving each other a deep, passionate, and messy kiss, exchanging their mistress’s dew from one mouth to another, and back and forth.

While the Fae and the Beast-kin were engaged in their own debauchery, Erin and Lyra were engrossed in their own. Lyra was having the time of her life. She was the dominant one for once when it came to the nightly acts. She was always at the mercy of Erin. So, this was a breath of fresh air.

“Y-yes~!” Lyra moaned as she was practically suffocating Erin with her cunt. It felt so good. The pleasure was surging endlessly into her head, making her eyes roll to the back of her head every time Erin’s tongue went into her hole and touched all the right spots. Ecstasy exploded within her when Erin bit on the tiny bud dangling on the entrance of her honeypot. The pleasure and ecstasy were further doubled whenever Erin moaned, a result of Siv and Nivia’s intermittent caress on Erin’s down below. Lyra had lost count of just how many times she had reached her peak. It was certainly more than the number of digits she had. Still, she refused to let Erin go. She kept Erin’s head between her thighs and her face touching her cunt.

Eventually, Lyra reached her limits. She climaxed for the umpteenth time, and her body finally went limp, but not before clamping down on Erin’s tongue in her cunt, and Erin’s head between her muscled thighs. Lyra even shivered uncontrollably, to the point that a crack could be heard from the bed. When the release of her rapture finally subsided, she released Erin’s head from her confinement, and she fell against the headboard of the bed.

Erin rose to her knees and wiped her face clean of Lyra’s juices. She was drenched in them, much like how she was drenched in Siv’s. Now, there was only one left who hadn’t been serviced by her. She turned around and saw the two still in engrossed in their own world. It would seem they had found each other’s frequency. She approached them. She was only a breath away from them, but they still didn’t notice her. Only when they parted for a while to get a taste of Erin’s honeypot did they realise Erin was free from Lyra’s grasp.

“E-Erin…” Nivia called out in a low voice and flushed face. She was panting with glazed eyes. Her desires were nowhere near satiated.

“Mistress…” Siv was no different. Despite all that she had done, the look on her face indicated her hunger for lust was still a huge empty pit, waiting to be filled.

Erin smiled warmly and received the two gently with her outstretched arms.

They took her hand, but they were not gentle with Erin as she was to them. They grabbed her hands and threw on the bed.

“The night’s still young, ladies. No need to rush,” Erin said. For someone who had just experienced a pleasure hell, she was still very much brimming with energy.

“My turn,” Nivia said and straddled Erin’s face. “Do me… Eat me… Savour me…”

“Oh, my. Where did you learn such words?”

“...Aedan,” Nivia confessed.

“Did you ask for the lesson? Or did he impart them to you on his own?”

Faced with such a question, Nivia looked away. Her face flushed even reddeer. “I-I… I asked for it…”

“Dear me. Our Nivia is quite the pervert, isn’t she?”

“...You made me this way. So, take responsibility.”

“I will,” Erin said and proceeded to devour and savour every nook and cranny of Nivia’s honeypot.

Nivia screamed at the top of her lungs the moment she felt Erin’s tongue entering her. Sun and stars exploded in her mind. Just when she thought she was accustomed to this kind of pleasure, Erin surprised her with a new level of pleasure. She squirmed and curled, tightened her grasp on Erin’s head between her thighs. The tightening only made Erin increase her intensity, resulting in an even stronger response from Nivia.

Siv watched as her new bed companion was getting pleasured thoroughly by her mistress. She sucked on her fingers, and her other hand went down on her holy cavern. She already had her turn. She went down on her mistress, and her mistress had gone down on her. Yet, she wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Erin’s cunt was open, but she didn’t want to be the one pleasuring others. She wanted to be pleasure. And so, she sought the only other individual in the room whose body was vacant, Lyra. Siv crawled over to Lyra, who was still resting against the headboard with her eyes close. Siv could tell she was awake, and she didn’t hesitate to reveal the poor girl’s trick. She pinched one of Lyra’s nipples and sucked on the other one.

Lyra immediately jolted forward with her eyes opened wide. She immediately pushed Siv away. “What was that for!?” she asked. Her tone expressed her anger, but her face told a different story. Much like Siv, she still hungered for more, but she was still calming down from her previous consecutive orgasms.

“I feel lonely,” Siv said. “Don’t you?”

“Of course, I do,” Lyra admitted. “You wish to do it with me?”

“I need to do it with you.”

“You don’t even like me,” Lyra snorted weakly.

“Which would make this all the more exciting, don’t you agree?”

Lyra chuckled. “You are one lustful mutt.”

“And you are one loose ape. How many women have you bedded before mistress?”

“Enough to make you my bitch.”

“I doubt you can,” Siv said and spread her legs. “But you’re welcome to make your attempts. Be warned, I may not be as experienced as you, but I am not as easy as you would love to believe.”

Lyra snickered and pounced on Siv. She couldn’t deny it. Their petty rivalry only served to act as spice. She never had a good glance of Siv’s body. The Wolf-kin’s physique might only be second to Erin. Her breasts were smaller but still large enough to overflow from her hands when grabbed a handful of them. Needless to say, Siv’s were bigger than hers. Siv had more brawn than Erin, but that did nothing to diminish her beauty. Her flesh were firm, not quite as soft as Erin’s, but still soft enough to make one gulp with just a touch. The more she looked at Siv, the more she realised how desirable the Wolf-kin was. Her petty rivalry with Siv had blinded her of the Wolf-kin’s allure and charm. Now, all of Siv was laid bare to Lyra, and she couldn’t wait to devour her.

“You’re staring quite hard at me, Lyra. Am I so… delectable?”

“Yes,” Lyra answered honestly.

“Uh… Oh…” Lyra’s answer caught Siv off guard. Her composure faltered for a moment, but she reined in her joy before it could show on her face. She would not look weak in front of her rival. She refused to. However, that resolution of hers would not last long.

With their eyes and gazes locked together, their lips slowly came together, much to the two’s surprise. Their bodies were more honest than they were. Their bodies needed one another and they were done waiting for their idiot hosts to act. The moment their lips touched, all reservations were cast aside. Arms wrapped together. They tumbled onto the bed and rolled around until they hit the headboard. Their lips separated. Their gazes met once more.

“Not bad,” Lyra said.

“The opinion is not mutual.”

Lyra tittered. “Don’t worry. We have the whole night,” she said and went for Siv’s bountiful breasts. She kneaded them like she was kneading dough, but with more care and passion. She never kneaded dough before, but she wagered no dough in the world could surpass the feeling of breasts in one’s hands.

“Suck on them,” said Siv, crudely. Wrapping her arms around Lyra’s head, she pressed her down on her chest. She moaned and shuddered when she felt Lyra’s teeth grazing her nipples.

“Bad bitch,” Lyra snarled and bit down on the Wolf-kin’s nipple.

Siv threw her head back and screamed. Her hips bounced up and down, even though Lyra wasn’t even touching that spot of hers yet.

Using her free hand, Lyra pinched the other nipple.

Siv endured the pleasure by grabbing a handful of Lyra’s hair.

Annoyed by Siv’s retaliation, she bit on her other nipple and crushed the other breast as if she wanted to make Siv’s breasts permanently deformed.

Regardless of Lyra’s intent, Siv was in ecstasy. Lyra was giving her pleasure the way she wanted. She didn’t resist Lyra. In fact, she only spurred her on.

“You sure are no easy woman,” Lyra scoffed after drawing two orgasms from Siv just from playing with her breasts and nipples.

“I am not. I am nowhere satisfied. You are still nowhere near mistress’s level.”

Lyra grinned. “I was just warming up.” Her hands left Siv’s chest and went down to her hips. She grabbed them firmly. She spread Siv’s legs apart and also spread her own legs. Then, she pulled Siv into her, letting their honeypots clash into one another.

Siv shrieked when she felt her bare snatch touching directly with another. It was just a simple touch, no different than placing one’s hand on it. Yet, it felt completely different than anything else. Perhaps it was a trick of the mind, or something physical. Whichever it was, Siv was in rapture. “By the divines…” she gasped. “You’re so warm…”

“It will only get warmer from here. Be careful now, or you might get burned by the heat.” Lyra whispered with a sly grin.

“You should speak less and start moving your hips.”

Lyra tutted and began moving her hips.

Siv instantly let out a sharp moan.

Lyra was faring any better. This was more intense than she expected. The pleasure was building faster than she could bear. She ended up letting out cries of ecstasy as she ground her hips against Siv’s own. She even came little by little.

Siv, unable to bear the surging pleasure, fell back down, lying on the bed. Coincidentally, she met Nivia’s gaze. The two had somehow ended up in a position where their faces aligned in reverse. They were both moaning and breathing heavily. Their gazes were teary from the never-ending pleasure. In such a situation and position, their lips instinctually sought out each other. Their lips smacked together, and their tongues burrowed into each other’s cavity, fighting for dominance. There was no victor as the two reached their climax at the same time. Their lips parted and cried out the height of their ecstasy.

This lustful entanglement of bodies would not meet its end until the first light of dawn.