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Princess Ice Mountain
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Well, here it would all be, in a single unattractive pile.
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Such a beautiful sunset, Asherun mused. It painted the sky around and above, and the lake below, in bright orange, and gave the pine forests to her right a darker hue. Quite pretty indeed, and well-deserved after a long, hard day's work of beating up evildoers and working for good and justice and stuff like that.
The dragonborn had removed her armor, which she hopefully no longer required for the day, and was almost done cleaning it up from all the dirt and blood (some of it her own) that had accumulated there on the last twelve hours or so. However, the diligence and dutifulness of a paladin is greatly exaggerated, and as such she would find plenty of time in the day to enjoy things less deadly and serious - such as the sunset right here. What was the point of fighting for things if you never enjoyed them, after all?
Well, the camp was now up, there were no more goblins or evil sorcerers to kick, and her armor was clean once more. She could sit back and relax. Her chosen place was quite a bit away from the rest of the party and their camp, where her search for the best spot had been leading her. She allowed her eyes to lull half shut as she enjoyed the scenery and the gentle, warm summer breeze that blew on her skin and whatever light clothing she was still wearing...
...only to snap them back open when someone whispered right next to her ear: "It's not as pretty as you."
Gasping loudly, Asherun sat upright and grasped for her sword for a moment, before recognizing the voice, now laughing - the sound was in an innocent, fairly high-pitched, childish, slightly yipping tone. She frowned at the general direction of the laughter, but saw absolutely nothing: more magical shenanigans, she presumed. "Uwe, you scared me," she said, still breathing a bit faster from the surprise.
Something landed on her lap and put a slight pressure over her thighs and lower stomach. Her breathing became steady once more as she felt skin pressing against her, small hands enfolding her neck, and the blow of warm breath on her cheek, as Uwe the invisible kobold nuzzled her. "I thought paladins were fearless," he whispered, with more than a little bit amusement in his voice.
"Well... you did surprise me, at the very least." She gasped again as something warm, wet, and raspy trailed across the side of her neck, basking it with a faint layer of moisture and sending shivers up and down her spine. The dragonborn responded in kind by pressing her own head against it, feeling skin and scales and the occasional small horn, while her hands moved from her sides to embrace the small invisible creature closer against her: one of them found the back of his head and lay rest there, while the other landed on the nape of his neck and slowly, tenderly, stroked down across his back, all the way to the bottom, visiting the base of his tail, squeezing his rear a bit, and finally setting upon his thigh and pressing it closer on her. She found not a single speck of clothing over him, which was hardly a surprise by this point.
"Mmm..." He shivered and groaned in response to her touches, turning his own affections downwards, planting a series of quick, gentle kisses along her neck and the opening of her shirt, while his hands left their designated spots and faded somewhere outside her reach. His muzzle met clothing, and the lips and tongue disappeared as it was picked in between invisible jaws and tugged upwards. Two sets of fingers returned to meet her skin, somewhere around her waist, sliding up her smooth skin, taking the shirt along with them.
Giggling, she allowed herself to fall down on her back, on the soft grass, pulling her invisible lover along with her, before raising her hands and allowing her shirt to pass them and her head. "Ohh, Ash...", someone whispered from above her: she could feel a blush rising over her cheeks, for though she did not see his gaze, she knew where it was currently affixed. The piece of clothing they had just gotten rid of was floating several inches in air next to her, for a moment, before being casually tossed aside and discarded. With a low growl, Uwe lowered himself back over her, yielding a moan from her as his hands and tongue began to explore the newly revealed skin. "That feels nice..."
As one of Ash's own hands returned over his back to urge him upon his fondling and caressing, the other one hurriedly slid lower, grasping her shorts and pulling them off her increasingly heated loins. Now over her ankles, she casually kicked them away, without paying much attention at where they would go: as it turned out, they landed (with a bit of assistance from the wind) right over her and Uwe, who was at the moment preoccupied at suckling and lapping her as if he was but a hatchling, all the while continuing to grope her with both hands. He paid no attention to the cloth that was now covering half of his invisible form.
The dragonborn shivered as the tongue and greedy fingers, after a fair amount of time, finally let go of her chest and turned their attention further south. "Ahh..." They leisurely, almost painfully so, covered every single portion of her stomach and sides, tempting and torturing and tickling her. There was a set of toes brushing her inner thigh, aimlessly enough, soon to be joined with a tail as the kobold slowly trailed lower. Ash sighed as her lower abdomen was covered by the warmth and wetness, and trembled when the small fingers parted and went along her legs, coaxing them apart.
She had been fairly inactive until now, and although she was fairly tempted to allow that state to continue and let Uwe keep going a bit further, she did manage to gather up enough willpower to break out of it. The kobold yelled out in surprise as two large hands discovered his invisible body, pulled him away from his lover - her pants fell away from them and on to the ground - and threw him back on ground on his stomach, where she joined with him immediately afterwards. "My turn," Ash whispered to where she figured his ear would be, before bringing her tongue to bear and tasting the unseen skin and scales below her.
"Wha-... wh- ohh..." His vain struggling quickly ceased under her firm hand, unrelenting tongue, and warm lips, replaced by a powerful shiver as she continued upon her affections. His body was small and her mouth quite big, allowing her to cover very much ground in reasonably short time: she quickly moved over his shoulders, his back, lower back, and finally elicited a loud moan from her subject as she spent quite a bit more time with his rear end that would have been strictly necessary: it was a very cute butt, after all, even if she couldn't see it at the moment.
Her free hand - the other one was still pinning him down - trailed across his bottom and discovered his tail, swinging quite wildly through the air. Grabbing it, she brought its end over at her jaws, and gave it a quick sharp peck. "Oww..."
Ash felt no further resistance as she turned him around, on his back. Her hand trailed upwards, found his head and muzzle, and lips, to which she pressed her own: "Mmm..." They responded in kind, pushing against her, his small tongue prodding out and into her mouth and feeling her teeth... she felt small hands on her neck, urging her further to keep the contact, while her own hands once again continued wandering across the curves of the small unseen body below her, probing and investigating every nook and cranny - except for that one very special spot, which they intentionally missed.
Eventually her lips left his, and began to travel further south. He let out a low whimper as she explored his front the same way she had done to his back, letting her tongue feel what her eyes couldn't see, painting her mind's eye a very clear picture of every single inch of the hot and ripped and cute kobold that was pinned under her. Within mere seconds there was but one place left, a place she had intentionally and very logically saved for the last: both lovers trembled in excitement as she took a few experimental licks over his length, before taking it all to her mouth, with a suitable reaction from its owner: "A-ahh...!"
The dragonborn lapped him mercilessly, bobbing up and down his length without much hurry, circling her tongue around his girth, and letting her ears feed upon his heavy breathing and erratic moaning, which only served to stimulate her even further. Barely noting the small trickle of moisture pouring down her own thigh, she paid more attention to the small kobold hands pressing against the forehead, the thighs that were so desperately trying to clam her head between them, the hips pushing themselves rhythmically against her, trying to press her evening meal further into her throat. There was an occasional stray droplet of his life essence, each of which she eagerly swallowed, but the main prize still eluded her.
"Ahh...! Th-that's...", Uwe muttered, only serving to increase his sweetheart's endeavors over him. "I... I'll show y-you... Eh-y-ya-ya-yahaah—e'yayayaaaa..." His hands had left her head, but she barely noticed. "Ngh'aaaaa... ngh'aaa... h'yuh... h'yuh..." She thought that these were still the same pantings and moanings of a guy trying to hold himself back, and that was her folly: had she realized it sooner, she might have managed to disrupt his spellcasting, then finish him off. Instead, she suddenly found that her delicious snack, and the entire body under her hands, had vanished without a trace.
It took her a second to regain her composure and realize what had just happened - then another to fathom that she was currently lying on her stomach on the ground, naked and butt raised, with an invisible perverted kobold somewhere nearby. She quickly stood back up on her knees.
The sun had almost set. The wind seemed much colder than a moment ago, but she figured this was probably because her own body was so much hotter in comparison. Ash was panting, and her heart beat fast, for fairly obvious reasons: she looked around warily, sniffing air, trying to listen any movement around her, but all she heard was the rustling of wind against grass. She did not wish to let the kobold get a drop on he-
"Gotcha!", something called from the darkness.
"Eep!", she let out a tiny yelp as an invisible force tried to tackle her from behind. It was much too small to succeed in pushing her down, so it instead settled upon latching on to her, groping her stomach and bottom shamelessly, while another warm and wet organ set on to work on her back. Something else, hot and solid, was pressed against her rear, unnerving her greatly. The unseen one behind her let out a low chuckle, as the hand preoccupied with her stomach slowly slid lower, discovering all new parts to touch, hot and wet: "Uwe..." Ash trembled as it made contact with her nether regions, the palm rubbing her slowly and intimately, his thumb prodding and pushing her beside it, and four other fingers investigating even lower - a single especially bold one going very deep indeed.
She whimpered. "Mmm... You're so warm..." Uwe whispered, his voice full of honey. The grasp at her bottom eased, moving its palm and fingers up to her front, exploring her thigh and sending a pleasant tingle up the dragonborn's spine, before gliding upwards, over her stomach. And there it stopped, gently rubbing and massaging her skin and flesh, while the hand between her legs grew even more daring, another finger slipping deep within her, exploring her thoroughly. "Yess..." The tongue lapping her back had itself grown faster and more urgent, while another source of wetness was spreading across her inner thighs in large quantities.
Ash briefly wondered if she should break free of his grasp and regain control of the situation: certainly she was much bigger and stronger than Uwe, and more than capable of dominating him physically if she so wanted. Perhaps he sensed her intentions, for at exactly that moment the hitherto gentle fingers at her nethers chose to switch on a new gear, pulling out and quickly ramming themselves in with all the force they could muster: the dragonborn gasped deep, all thoughts of resistance purged from her. "It's good, isn't it...?", he asked from behind her.
Her fists dropped to the ground and closed, burying in soil and grasping dirt and grass, trying desperately to find more support from somewhere - all the while her loins began to move, in the same place his palms and fingers pleasuring her did, desperately humping the invisible force in front of her, urging a quiet growl from its owner. "Ohh..." She sighed blissfully as the hand further doubled its efforts over her, throwing her head back to face the sky, and moving her separated legs together instinctively, all the pleasure welling up inside her about to reach the breaking point. "I- I don't think I can l-last much longer..." And that was the honest truth of things.
She felt him press his whole body closer to her, the warmth of his chest and belly and hips feeling all the more, a long and flexible organ - his tail - wrapping itself around her, a low groan being heard from behind her at the sensation of the swollen heat between his legs making contact with her lower back - it was this final touch, so warm and so intimate, that finally managed to push her over the edge. The peak of pleasure she just reached spread quickly from her crotch to every inch of her body, locking out her lungs momentarily before allowing her to yell out her delight to all the world around her. It was not a particularly loud call, frequently cut out by her heavy, uneven breathing, but it spoke a clear message to the one whose ears it was meant to: the kobold chuckled in approval, but it was cut out by a tiny yelp of surprise as large dragonborn hands, dirty and soiled from the earth they were buried into only a moment before, moved on behind her and easily discovered his bottom, invisible or not, roughly squeezing it with both hands and pressing it against her. "Ohh...!"
They spent a good while there without doing anything, as Ash rode the aftershocks of her climax and waited for her breathing to stable, pushing Uwe's small body closer to her back... before giving in to her worn-out body, and letting herself to fall to the ground to her side, pulling her invisible lover along with her. One of her hands moved below her to meet the ground, while the other one grasped the smaller hand that was still lying on her stomach, closing around it affectionately. He didn't resist, allowing himself to be dragged along with her, his other hand still buried deep within her, feeding upon the beating and throbbing of its wet heat. Aside from heavy, raspy breathing, and an occasional growl or whimper, all was silent.
She let out a bit of a whine as the hand finally left her depths: it didn't return to meet her touch in quite a while, although she could hear some silent lapping, suckling noises from behind her, accompanied with an occasional "Mmm...", that made it clear what he was doing. The other hand also left her grasp momentarily: she gasped as she felt weight on her side, the feeling of a small body crawling over it and to her front, settling comfortably between her bust. Two sets of fingers - one of them still wet - found her shoulders and took support from there, while a familiar, and pleasant, warm wetness assaulted her lips as an invisible muzzle was pressed against it.
The kiss began as faint and gentle, but quickly grew in intensity as they both threw themselves fully into it: much to her amusement, Ash could taste a faint tinge of something else in his mouth, something sweet and familiar in its own right. She giggled, pressing her hand into thin air above her chest and finding his back, pushing it closer to her in a hug - and discovering another feeling over at her stomach, which prompted her other hand to investigate between the two bodies, finding his lower stomach and investigating lower along his invisible flesh. Uwe broke the kiss as she made contact, in a favour of a heated gasp of her name: "A-Ash...!"
"Maybe I should finish you off right now...", she mused dreamily, as her hand lazily rubbed him, trembling every bit of his unseen body that she could feel and urging another groan from his throat.
"P-please don't...", he begged, his voice but a hushed whisper. "I can-... I still have one more trick up my sleeve... I'm sure you'll love it."
"Oh...?" Feeling hot again, as well as intrigued, the dragonborn stopped the movement of her hand, staying it in its place between the two bodies, where it was warm. Apparently taking this as a sign of approval, the kobold hands left her body, and she could hear faint humming from above her, as he began to cast another spell. Moments later, she felt movement under her hand, as if he was getting up... but she could also still feel his stomach and chest against hers. Which were, incidentally, spreading across a much wider area, applying more weight and pressure against her. In other words, he was growing.
"Guess what I am now," the voice said. It was low and gruff, so very different from how Uwe had sounded until now. The body Ash was now touching had changed as well: she whimpered as her hands trailed across it, exploring for the first time the completely unfamiliar form above her, one she had never seen before or in the present, clothed or bare. If she had not been a paladin, she might have been the slightest bit afraid in her situation.
It was much larger and heavier, rivaling her own body in size. His horns were gone, replaced by warm, thick hair all over his head, continuing to cover the back of his neck and shoulders. His face had changed much more than just becoming larger: his muzzle was gone, replaced by a primate nose and proportionally large jaw. Feeling around his cheeks she discovered that he was grinning, and his teeth were as sharp as ever, with a couple tusks added in for flavour. And he actually had a beard now! Her other hand investigated his lower portions, discovering that not only was his tail gone, but also that his so wonderful ass was no longer fun sized, although it was still fun to grope - he shivered as she did so. The hand continued upon its trail, discovering his much more bulky thigh, almost like a tree trunk, before going even further and finding...
"Ohh, yess...!", she whispered raptly, as Uwe the invisible orc apparently decided her time was up, lowering his lips over to hers and kissing her passionately, a gesture to which she responded with equal fervor. It was a bigger mouth made for better smooching. Her body arched up to meet the two large, rough, clumsy objects that she assumed were his new hands, fondling and caressing her in a rather hamfisted manner, so different from the shrewd, nimble fingers that were usually unleashed upon her. They could cover much more ground in much smaller time, though. And grope her entire bust all at onc- "Ahh!"
He broke the kiss. "Sorry."
"N-no, it's fine...", she panted. "You just really surprised me with that. Keep going."
He did as was told, the warmth of his mouth returning back to her, only this time at her cheeks and neck instead of her muzzle. He planted quick kisses here and there, slowly moving downwards, while his hands also left their designated positions to trail lower across her body. She herself was feeling him intently, fumbling around skin and flesh beyond her vision, one wandering feverishly across his back, sides, and the nape of his neck, while the other one was, in contrast, affixed to a relatively small and very delicate portion of him, rubbing and stroking around it, guiding it along as its owner moved on lower still, finding a good spot atop her. "Okay, I'm..."
"Y-yeah... Go ahead." She positively squealed as he moved beyond the reach of her hand, slipping inside, filling her in the kind of ways he had never done before, and stretching her in a bizarre way for all the empty dark wilderness to see. He tried to be slow and gentle, but it didn't particularly work, him being what he was: she gasped loudly to his attempts. Once he was done, he settled down upon her once more, and they didn't move at all for quite a long time. They simply breathed, rather heavily, their stomachs moving against each other... eventually she moved her hips and wrapped her legs around his waist, and he took this as a signal that she was ready, slowly moving himself out of her, only to fill her again just as slow. Ash just closed her eyes and moaned lowly, gripping him tight with all four limbs of hers: it felt very good, she decided, even if it took some time getting used to.
Their first time together had, in retrospect, been rather mundane: sure, they had had a great deal of fun together, despite their general inexperience with these matters and all the physical issues still to be overcome, but it could never have been compared to any subsequent night together, by the sole reason that he didn't use any magic back then. The dragonborn didn't know why he had chosen to become a wizard, instead of a sorcerer as was more customary for his kind, and he had never told her, but it did give him a nigh endless supply of tricks and stunts in bedroom, ensuring that no two times they slept together would ever be the same.
Conjuring enticing, alluring scents and lights and sounds was the least of his tricks, and the one most commonly used. Or he could make the bed shake, float, or fly through the air. He could give his already nimble fingers truly unnatural grace and dexterity, or grant himself the strength and ferocity of something three times his size. Those little hands held the power of making her scream his name in pleasure without ever physically touching him. They had done it in the hot, soft desert sands, the cold and wet mountain snow, the depths of the dark ocean, without any ill effects. Among other things. Oh and, then those wands... she couldn't forget about the wands, yes...
Right now he was a large, invisible force, smoothly moving in and out of her, without rush, taking it slow for now... "Ohh, Uwe...", she whispered, her chest rising up to meet his, while one roughly picked up her rear and lifted it upwards, producing an erratic giggle from her, quickly cut by another gasp as he moved back inside her. He was picking up the pace now, intent on lifting her to until now unknown heights of pleasure, pumping back inside a little bit faster each time, giving an occasional growl of his own, each of which sending a shiver in her spine and made her feel all the more heated and needy. His hot breath across her face, musky and powerful and manly, did not help matters at all.
Ash, on her own part, contributed by burying her claws into his skin, to see if she could get him even closer to her, managing to yield a loud snarl from him as she did so. He, meanwhile, had reached the very top of his speed, pounding her with all the force and ferality this new form could hold, getting her to moan loudly with each thrust inside. "Oh, yes... yess...! That's g-good..." She felt invisible jaws closing in around a sliver of skin on her neck, biting her and forcing her to yelp, the sharp pain of love sending another wave of pleasure throughout her body, of very different frequency than the ones leaving her nether. They met somewhere in the middle and mingled.
Uwe reached the top first, this time: one of her hands had slid towards his rear, giving it another strategically placed grope, that had pushed him over the edge, seeing him to the mighty shout of his first release of the night. She laughed at him, hearing his cry and knowing that she had reached her goal - but her joy was only momentary, for it was only the barest fraction of a second later when he finally got her even, the hot bursts of his essence filling the dragonborn, in far larger volumes than ever before, and sending her to a fearsome roar of her own, one that shook the ground, and could have made even her great ancestors proud, unless perhaps because it was let out in such an embarrassing situation.
She clinged on to him with all her quickly draining might, each wave of pleasure coursing through her leaving her weaker and more in his mercy - had he managed to summon any more strength than that, that is, which he couldn't. His hand left her bottom and slid to her lower back, while they both crashed to the ground with a mighty thud as his other hand, apparently having supported them mid-air until now, joined the first one below her. They lay there for a long time together, in a complete silence, just panting, enjoying the afterglow and the touches of each other, and the cool air assaulting their skin. Minutes passed.
She barely registered as all that muscle and flesh above her and under her began to disappear again, as it shrank down, eventually ending up as nothing but a small bundle on her stomach. "Hey...", it said.
"Yeah...?"
"Have I ever said... that I love you?" The cover of invisibility fell and blew away in the darkness, revealing Uwe the kobold for her eyes for the first time since she had left the camp, looking directly at her. He was tired, his eyes were half-closed, his tail swinging lazily on their side, and he was still breathing heavily... but he was also smiling. Ash stroked his forehead, and he closed his eyes fully and pushed his head against it affectionately to meet the touch.
"Yeah... Once or twice." She was grinning as well, as he crawled forwards on her body and pressed his muzzle against her in a kiss. All the passion and fervor had vanished, leaving it but a faint touch... a touch of the purest emotion and love. "So...", she asked, once he had pulled away from her. "What were you thinking for the next time...?"
He looked thoughtful. "Well... You know, the clouds...? Ever wanting to check out if they really are as soft as they look?"
She gave a tired giggle. "You're joking."
"Nyu-uh."
"That's impossible."
"Oh, you'll see..." He yawned, and said nothing more. She wrapped her arms around him, taking care on not to wake him up, and closed her eyes, once again cutting him out of her sight.
It did not matter, though: she would see him once again in the morning. And perhaps, later still, up in the clouds.
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"What are you doing?", Asherun asked.
Uwe was spreading a largish piece of paper over the cabin floor. It had a single large magical circle, drawn in red colour, as well as several smaller circles and runes in blue and green. "Just watch," the kobold responded idly, while putting certain mundane and less mundane items over the runes and small circles across the paper. "If this works, it's going to be so awesome." To finish off, he clipped off one of his own fingernails, and carefully set it to the exact center of the paper. Then he began chanting.
He touched each circle with a single finger, and they flashed briefly and brightly as he did, the items laid upon them vanishing in tiny puffs of smoke. Ash wasn't sure, but she could swear that each time he did so, the shadows in the room became just the slightest bit more... firm. Especially right at the middle of the circle, where, if she squinted just right, she could see shapes of something that wasn't there. He seemed fairly excited, however, smiling as he touched and shaped the shadows, a poke here, another there... and it became flesh. Two new shining eyes were looking at her, as she looked at...
Uwe.
And not the one that had cast the spell, either. There was another Uwe, standing in the middle of that circle, identical to the very last bit to the original, unless his lack of clothing counted. "So...", one of them, the one that had cast the spell, spoke to the other. "Did it work?"
The other one felt himself keenly. His eyes darted around every inch of his body, his hands touching and feeling around. "Well...", he said. "I feel pretty real. Muscles ache a bit," he stretched himself intently for a couple seconds, "but otherwise feels fine. So yeah... I'd say it worked."
"Awesome!"
The kobold twins fist-bumped, while the very astonished dragonborn lady just sat on the bunk and looked at them both wide eyed. "Uwe, did you just...? What?" They both turned to look at her, smiling.
"Cool, isn't it?", one asked her. "Now I can do twice the stuff I could normally do!" And that was true: Ash could understand the advantages of such magic. He could be in two places at once, cast twice the spells he normally could, do twice the good in the span of a same day!
"Actually, I don't think I can cast any of those spells anymore." The other one looked at him, slightly worried. "What? You can't?"
The copy tapped his head. "All the magic's gone. I suppose I could memorize them again, but that would take a good night's rest, and we don't know how long this magic lasts. Spells-wise, it seems fairly pointless for now."
"We must research this further," the original agreed. "It won't be all that much use if you can't remember all the spells I had in my head at the time of..." he trailed off. Then, "But... you're still the same physically?"
"Yeah, the exact same."
Their minds clearly worked the exact same way as well, Ash thought, being copies of each other. And in times like these, her mind also did. Silence fell between them, as the two kobolds turned to look at her with a sly grin on the faces of both. She grinned back at them.
It had been a rough week, with barely no privacy left for the two lovers during the entire time. They had all fully concentrated upon thwarting the efforts of liches and mummies, and trying to repel massive armies of undead and stopping them from conquering a country. There had been very little time to rest, each member of their party had nearly died several times over, it had taken two full days to break the curse put over Gauvain the druid, and the day before yesterday had ended with each of them carrying Mummy Rot, which had really annoyed them. But now... now they were all in a merchant ship heading overseas, towards the next adventure. They finally had peace.
And so the two - three - of them found themselves stuck in a small, uncomfortable cabin, with a single small uncomfortable bed... but they finally had some time together, without wizards or undead or any other crap like that. Not to mention the opportunity to test out an entirely new spell he had researched through just now. One half of him had climbed up to the bed to join her, standing up so that he could reach over to nuzzle her cheek and neck, while his hands reached over her sides to hug her. She brought her arms to embrace him in turn, as his nuzzling switched to kissing, leaving small, faint pecks across her muzzle. "Mmm..."
Meanwhile, she observed the second half of her love, who had swiftly gotten rid of his clothing and joined the fun. While the first had moved on to kiss her in the mouth, deeply, sweetly, the notion to which she responded with equal ardor, the second chose to bring attention to her middle, his tongue lapping at her stomach and his hands grabbed the edges of her pants and struggled to move them down, revealing more of her to his greedy eyes and lips. "Nhh... Yes." She shivered as he moved on to her newly exposed thigh, and positively laughed when the first left her lips and dived beneath her shirt, groping and pawing and licking her shamelessly.
"Well aren't- aren't you in a rush..." Over a week had passed with no more than a quick kiss shared between the two. Over a week to build up stress and desire without a single opportunity to let it out. Ash could not blame Uwe(s) for being eager, for skipping past some minor stages and diving right in: indeed she was no better herself, throwing herself to lay in the bunk and quickly getting rid of that final piece of clothing constricting her - revealing the kobold hiding under it for her, his lips still preoccupied with her skin but his eyes looking straight at hers, alight with desire and mischief. The other tongue behind him had moved upwards from the thigh, briefly passing her lower stomach, before sliding back downwards, until it found the very specific and precious spot that made her whimper.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything much Ash herself could do, other than enjoy thoroughly the two Uwes pleasuring her in a perfect synergy. One large hand found the bottom of the above one, squeezing him roughly as he suckled and nursed upon her - the other one landing upon the head of the second to urge him on and press him against her, his feeding upon her greatly appreciated. And all the while, four smaller paws wandered upon her slender body, alternatively stroking and rubbing and fondling whatever they could grab on. "Hurry...", she pleaded him, afraid that she could not last much longer. "P-please."
Whatever few flaws the kobold had, they did not include not respecting the wishes of his lady. She shivered again as two sets of lips left their meal, already feeling their loss: half of him climbed higher to give her one last smooch, while the other one left her lap to her side and slid his hands under her, prompting her to switch positions and turn on her side. She did as was told, and he immediately hugged himself close to her once more, grabbing her behind with much enthusiasm and causing her to shrudder at the anticipation of what she knew would soon come. "Uwe..." The other kobold broke the kiss in favour of moving himself back down, settling upon her loins and pinning her between the two.
"All right," the one behind her began, a single index finger finally, after spending a long time around it for the purposes of groping, found the one place it was looking for, eagerly pressing upon it, causing its owner to shiver and gasp. Slowly, and carefully, the finger fitted itself deeper within, feeding upon the whimpers of pleasure he heard, before stopping right there. "Now, I'm just going to do this one little thing to make this much easier...", and he began to mutter the words of another spell.
About a second later, the other Uwe in front of her began: "Hey, wai-"
But it was too late: the spell was off. Ash felt two sets of identical "Whoa!", and jumped and squealed as she suddenly felt a thick layer of warm, slippery grease all over her. She reached to try and wipe some of the stuff off her face, before opening her eyes to witness the destruction that had been wrought: the entire small room was as if a fat bomb had exploded in there - and in a way, it had - covering everything into the same yellowish porridge that smelled strongly like pork. Someone behind her said "Oops," and two sets of eyes turned to look at Uwe. "You screwed up," the other Uwe said. "I mean, I did. Or something."
"Sorry," said the other one sheepishly. "I was going to do a compact version of it, you know, to make it easier to... yeah. But...", he sniggered. "...I accidentally the whole Grease."
She laughed as well: sure, it smelled fairly nasty, but nobody was hurt, and it actually felt rather nice upon her skin. The laughter ended with a powerful gasp, however, as she felt that one finger move once more, feeling her now lubricated walls, allowing her to grow accustomed upon the sensation well in advance before he would bring in bigger guns to bear. Three other hands set upon wandering her curves as well, gently massaging her hips and thighs and stomach, easing tension and helping her relax.
"Okay...", he whispered: she wasn't sure which half it was, for her eyes were closed now. It felt good. "You ready?" She muttered something in her approval, and whimpered silently as the finger slipped out of her. Two hands rubbed her bottom tenderly, his warm body met her back as he shifted positions, and she raised her upper leg slightly, in an instinctive response to feeling something new, hot and solid, pressing against her, seeking entrance.
She tried hard to not tense herself as it moved within, slowly and carefully entering her throughout the much less used pathway, making her eyes water of the amalgamation of pleasure and pain. He grunted lowly as he finally reached the end, nuzzling her back and still kneading her rear to make her feel better, all other action ceased from everybody to wait until the dragonborn would be ready once more. Nary a minute had passed when one of Ash's hands, having stroked the greasy back of the Uwe before her until now, moved on lower to find new places to grope, urging him forwards and expressing her desire to continue. He grinned and obeyed with much fervor, pushing forward and heartily settling within the much more commodious passage, urging a whimper from both himself and his partner.
"Nnh..." She grunted again as pressure slowly eased behind her, the kobold leisurely pulling back from her body, only to fill her once more with a blissful sigh. As he glided back within her tight, oiled passage, the other half of him responded by himself moving out, only to move back inside while the other made room for him. The two halves continued this was for some time, slowly and carefully, one of them always filling their lover, doing the best they could to make her feel good. She clenched her fists and brought them to her chest, slowly getting used to this all new sensation, enjoying more and more of their affections at every second. "So good..."
He hugged closer to the warm, soft, large body next to him, wrapping all his four arms tightly around her, gasping, groaning, slowly increasing their pace upon her body, speeding up the three-way lovemaking and making her moan loudly in pleasure. "Mmm... Yess, harder...!" In front of her, Uwe was whispering her name, while behind her... he was chanting. Ash trembled in a newfound anticipation as she heard the arcane muttering, knowing that soon there would be a spell coming. His spells were always fantastic.
He stopped muttering and brought his hand back upon her stomach, having left from there momentarily for casting. The dragonborn jumped as she felt a tiny tingle of static electricity leave his fingers and travel all the way across her body, shocking throughout her in a pleasurable current. "Oh...!" He brought his tongue to her back once again, only this time it was much warmer, heating her up delightfully like a hot bath concentrated upon a small part of her body... the mild shocking effect, after unleashing a constant lovely current upon her for several seconds, finally left his hand, and she sighed - until she discovered that it hadn't left at all, merely changing place, entering her again through a -very- different point, the jolt making her scream of surprise. Aside from shocking her entire body, it also continued throughout her loins to the other side, and picked up the other entry point to exit through:
"A-ahh!", Uwe shruddered, as the spell of his other half entered him as well, prompting him to make love to her all the harder to keep up, and yielding another shrill whine out of her as a reward. "I... I wish I could do spells too," he muttered silently, lapping her stomach with his more mundane tongue, slipping in and out of her warmth with all the force he could muster, moving with much less resistance than his counterpart and tus allowing him to apply more strength into his efforts. Pleasure mounting within her, Ash made one final mental note of paying this back to him sooner or later, before giving in to ecstacy and letting the boys bring her to a delicious climax. "Ohh... yes, yes... yes..."
"Yess... Yes...! Yes!" Her legs wrapped around the kobold in front of her to squeeze him, her hands embracing the one behind her, eyes blurred and watery, the dragonborn finally allowed her defenses, that had endured monsters and evil dragons and undead and demons, to drop fully and let inside the only one who could make her feel so good. She attempted to yell out his name as she reached her peak, but was cut out by the sudden wave of heavenly pleasure from her nether regions, emptying her lungs and making her gasp for air, before she could scream once more. The four kobold arms held her all the tighter, as tight as their small bodies possibly could, as her own large body had clamped upon them and brought them to their zenith with her own.
Both snarled and yipped as they came, their bodies having lost all sense of cooperation in favour of erratic, uneven thrusts upon her, lost in the carnal delight. She shruddered, their moment of climax adding up to her own pleasure, still at its very top and not showing any signs to low down. Seconds passed until they finally ceased their movements, settling upon being hilted within her and grasping her with all their might: she felt the beating of two small hearts against her stomach and back, still loud and fast but showing signs of toning down, as her own heart did. Her limbs let go of them; their hands eased up on their embrace, a little bit, while two tails instead wrapped themselves around her legs. Silence fell.
Minutes passed.
"C'mere, you...", she finally whispered, weakly, dreamily. Uwe obeyed, slowly and achingly separating their overly sensitive bodies, all three giving a low hiss as the two kobolds, that were one, withdrew from her. One hand embraced each side of him, as they crawled upwards to hold her, throwing their arms around her neck and both kissing her alternately, to which she responded as eagerly as her exhausted body would allow her - although the effects of Grease had gone, the porky taste upon their lips remained. She risked a quick separation of one hand from them, picking up the warm bedsheets and pulling them over the three, returning to hug them close to her as quickly as possible.
Minutes passed.
As one of Uwe's bodies faded away and disappeared, the effects of the spell over, the remaining one gave a sharp gasp of exhaustion. "What's wrong?", Ash asked him, silently, as both her hands came to hug him closer.
"Well...", he whispered wearily, "I remember everything... my other body did, but... I also got all his exhaustion moved into me. So I kinda... did you twice." He gave a short, fatigued laugh. "Takes its toll... but totally worth it..." He said nothing more, and she soon joined him in pleasant slumber.
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17... 88... 74... 23...
"What'cha doing?", Dave asked.
The two percentile dice rolled across the table, as Linus the Dungeon Master rolled once more... fourty-one. "Oh, nothing," he said. "Just rolling some stuff for the next game. While I still remember."
It had been a nice session, involving much fighting and excitement and tension, and more than one dungeon crawl. And a private encounter Linus ran for two of the players right at the end, after most other players had gone - Dave had to stick around because one of the two, Shawn, would be the one giving him the ride home. In theory, the nature of the events that happened with him and the other player Nina, were secret and between closed doors, but all the players of course knew of what was going on, both out of game and in it. It had been going on for months. Speaking of which...
"Oh hey, did you hear?", he asked the DM. "I think Shawn and Nina are dating IRL now."
"No kidding?" The DM had his dice in hand again, ready for another roll.
"Oh yeah, it's totally confirmed. James saw them at the coffee shop together the other day." The dice rolled. "I think they make a cute couple."
"Mm-hm..." 77. He picked them up once more.
"That's quite a few rolls there, buddy. I'm betting the next session's going to be great?" No answer. The dice rolled.
"Hey, you coming or what?", came the shout from the door. That was Shawn. "Yeah, I'm coming!", Dave responded, turning to leave. Only to turn back when he heard something from behind him. Sniggering.
"What's up?" He turned back to look at the DM, who was trying to hold back laugh. "Oh, n-nothing...", was the response. "You just go. See you next week." Dave just shrugged and turned to leave, but not before taking one last look at the dice.
One. He wondered what that meant. Must've been good.
As he exited the building, he heard mad, cackling laughter from behind him. Lightning struck somewhere in the background.
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'Twas the night of midwinter, the most magical night in the year bar none. Thick, white, utterly undisturbed snow covered all earth and trees and roofs of houses, illuminated by the moon and stars above, creating a spectacle to which other seasons could hardly be compared. 'Twas the night when Naughty and Nice were judged: the bearded priests of St. Nicholas were on the move, in their distinctive red jackets and caps, stopping upon the houses of the Nice and kind people, to give them blessings of their deity that would last throughout the coming year. 'Twas also, incidentally, the birthday of curiously many saints and prophets, for one reason or another.
Behold, the small northern town, high up in the hills. The numerous streetlights were creating a bastion of light in the middle of the infinite blackness of winter night, a vision of great beauty which any bird up in the air could hardly appreciate. The town currently housed a small group of very Nice people indeed: a party of adventurers that had only a few days ago been instrumental in driving back some very Naughty demons and their human servants, who could not respect the Yule spirit and were trying to put the entire northern kingdom under their heel.
The roaring fireplace kept the winter chill and darkness outside, creating light and warmth in the large, luxurious inn room, comforting the two figures huddled next to it, sitting on the soft bear hide rug. Being but a humble paladin, Asherun had initially refused such extravagant accommodations, but the rest of the party had convinced her that it would be poor form to refuse, and make everyone feel bad. And quite frankly, lying right there in the warmth with Uwe, she could hardly complain.
The small warm bundle at her lap stirred, and she wrapped her arms tighter around her roommate and her sweetheart, as he nuzzled his nose against her stomach and curled his tail around her leg. Both the dragonborn and the kobold were completely bare, only relying in each other's bodies for comfort. And the soft, thick blanket they were wrapped in. And the fireplace. ...Suffice to say, they felt very warm and cosy and placid indeed.
But as warm as it was, both of them were more than prepared to make it positively hot. Uwe murmured something incomprehensible with his arcane tongue, waving a single finger a bit in the air... and immediately at the next inhale, Ash's acute nose picked up a whole new scent, vaguely like hot chocolate and cinnamon - probably because of the season - along with something else, something that she couldn't quite recognize but extremely alluring, that instantly made her loins stir in excitement. "Mmm...", she closed her eyes and enjoyed the aroma, while one of her hands trailed lower across Uwe's skin: he quivered faintly against her as it reached its target and began to stroke him gently, faintly, slowly awakening his own body as he had awakened hers.
She gave a low chuckle as the kobold rose to the occasion, relaxedly pressing his hips against her as he stood firmer in her grip, his tail slowly swishing behind him, a languid groan escaping his lips. "Nnhh... Ohh...?" The dragonborn's other hand had sneaked up all the way down to his bottom, and picked him up higher for a kiss: he responded to it eagerly as her muzzle met his, wrapping his arms around her neck, parting his lips and reaching his tongue outside to meet hers. He tasted so sweet.
The contact lasted for several seconds, before he broke it in favour of casting another spell, one of his hands behind her joining in as it wove the air and prepared for arcane shenanigans. Ash instantly recognized this one: it was Web, one of his favourites, that had snared many an orc and goblin and even worse things to its gooey strands. She herself remembered many occasions when it had glued her to the surface of the bed, many times when she saw his sly grin as he approached, helpless to do anything about it but to enjoy the wild ride that always ensued. Well, not this time.
It was a quick spell, only taking a second for him to cast, but it was regardless too slow for her lightning reflexes. "Oh, no you won't," she whispered, as the hand that had so far been preoccupied with his pleasure suddenly left his nethers and caught his arm: he gave a surprised yelp as she turned him around and pressed him against the soft bear fur under them, herself settling atop him, gently but firmly pinning him between the two surfaces. He wriggled and squirmed under her grip, half-heartedly trying to get away, but even that ceased once she brought her mouth down upon him and gave his back a long, good lick, getting a shiver and a whimper in response.
The dragonborn was a good three times his size and five times his weight, to say nothing of her physical strength, granting her the undeniable right to establish her physical dominance over him whenever she so wished. The kobold of course had his spellcasting to compensate, the power to bend the very laws of reality under his will ("You're my love... but the multiverse is my bitch," to quote the archmage himself), not to mention making her one /very/ satisfied woman. In general, the specifics of their mating would usually boil down upon who got the first drop on whom. And this time, Ash noted pleasantly as she lapped upon his back, as her hand found a nice small cranny between the carpet and his stomach to slip into, as she pulled another yip of pleasure from him, she would be the indisputable victor. "Ash... Ohh...!"
Uwe could think of several spells to get him out of this situation, but he did not have very high confidence of being able to cast any of them in his cramped up conditions - and this assuming that he could even find the concentration and willpower, considering how very good it felt. "Mmm..." He could also, of course, simply plead her to stop, and she of course would obey: but that would give her even a more complete victory than simply allowing her to dominate and pleasure him like this, and he would not give her that satisfaction. As such he was reduced to being completely incapable of doing naught but moan his delight to her, clench his fists to the warm furred carpet under them, and buck his hips against the hand that was so tenderly rubbing him. His breathing quickened, his face went increasingly red, the pleasure was gathering up in his loins and about to overflow, and she was licking his face and squeezing his behind until all he could do was to scream...
...And Ash too whimpered, her own body reacting powerfully as he finally gave in under her affections, allowing her to have the victory she so desired. His cries of enjoyment were like nectar upon her ears, which she savoured with much appetite, all the while her lips and tongue were lapping upon the sweet surface of his skin... and her hand was busy milking a very different kind of treat, even more delicious, from his heated body, each powerful throb she felt granting her another short burst of his essence, continuing for seconds after his moaning had ceased, and his body was through the peak of its gratification. "Ohh, Ash..." He looked at her, utterly exhausted and blushing heavily, and she licked his nose affectionately. "That was good."
"I know," she whispered as she lay upon her back, and lifted him from the carpet and set him upon her chest, where he remained, the only distinct movement being his tail lazily swishing behind him, now quite silent. Her hand, drenched with his seed, raised upon her muzzle, allowing her to lick and suckle it all. He tasted salty, but also so very sweet. Meanwhile, her other hand moved on lower and dipped two fingers into herself, finally granting some attention to her own burning body. She was slow and lazy with her touching, not wishing to hurry anything: after all, they still had the whole night to share between themselves.
He was murmuring something again, the voice muffled by her warm skin in where he laid his head: she didn't know this particular spell, so she let him go through with it. She was always ready to try new things. She could still smell the lovely cinnamon from his earlier spell, and now it was joined in the air by a peculiar silvery cloud, leaving from his pointed finger, weaving at the air. It spread across the room, and the silver changed shape, providing them visions of the starry sky outside - and all the while Ash could feel how the bear hide under her became softer, warmer, threatening to swallow her into its depths...
She gasped and jumped as she suddenly noticed she wasn't at the inn anymore. Her fingers left her body, and Uwe fell from her chest to her lap, as she rose up to look around herself. "Wh- Wha-" There were no walls or ceiling around and above her anymore, only the bare sky full of stars. Below her, the floor and the carpet were replaced by something infinitely more soft and puffy than anything she had ever experienced before. "Where are we?" She turned to look at the kobold, who was grinning widely.
"Up above," was his very simple response. A gentle sky breeze assaulted the dragonborn's skin, and she instinctively brought her arms around her to cover herself, before noticing that it was actually quite warm and pleasant. She stopped caring of how in nine hells the cloud could support her weight, her body sinking several inches deep, covered by the warm fluff, yet kept from falling by some powerful unknown magic. Up here there was nothing to obstruct the stars from their view, letting them to shine their light upon the two unrestricted, keeping the darkness away. And over there, where his finger pointed, less than ten feet away from her present location, where the cloud ended and was replaced by a breathtaking sight of countless small lights in the middle of the darkness, the village they had been in only a minute before.
She gleefully grabbed his hand and pulled him against her chest into a tight hug: he laughed as she threw them both straight at the clouds, letting the soft surface envelop them into its comfortable warmth, getting to know and enjoy the gigantic bed they were set upon. "It's lovely," she whispered to him. "So beautiful..." He, in turn, crawled up her body and once again pressed his lips upon hers in a deep, long kiss, letting the contact linger for many seconds, before leaving her muzzle and beginning to pay more attention upon her cheeks, planting a series of small, quick smooches all over her face. "Lemme take you even higher...", he whispered honeyedly, sending a shiver up and down her spine, as he once again traced lower, upon her neck, her collarbone, her chest...
His hands joined the fray, finding a fair grip upon her breasts, kneading and pawing them with much fervor, while his tongue continued lashing the area between them, yielding a small whine from her and making her arch her back for him, urge him further upon his attention for her. She had noted a certain fascination in him concerning that spot, quite possibly because it was a part kobold women lacked entirely - although he himself just claimed they were like warm fleshy pillows to which he loved to cuddle. This time, though, there was a slight questioning tone in his touches, as if he was exploring it all over again despite knowing it very well already, groping her all over... and lifting his muzzle from her to take a closer look to them, his eyes narrowing. Eventually, his hands just stopped, and lay there for several seconds, gently stroking her.
His gaze met hers, his eyebrows raising in a questioning tone. She kept the eye contact, saying nothing, her face betraying no emotion aside from enjoyment... had he noticed something? But then, to her relief, he just shrugged and began to move on lower across her body.
Dismissing what he had just thought he saw as but imagination, tracing his fingers lower across her curves, gently touching and massaging the pure, firm muscle he felt under her scales, granting her lovely body all the attention he could. He was a small guy, and she was a big girl, so this was something he had to spend much time and effort to - and not a single moment wasted, he thought, as she once again whimpered upon his affections. "O-ohh..." He discovered a tiny bit of additional mass upon her lower stomach, barely noticeable, something that had not been there last week: it was the midwinter celebration with all its heavy food, he reasoned, that had led her in gaining some additional weight, and his tongue set upon exploring this new spot and making it his own as he had done to the rest of her ages ago. She reacted favourably.
As his nose went even further south, it was suddenly - but not unexpectedly - assaulted by a strong, pleasant aroma of purest desire, forcing a heavy, shruddering breath from his lungs - and in turn making her whine lowly as the faint blow of hot air hit her most sensitive regions. "Mmm..." He breathed in heavily, savouring the scent, her evident arousal making him tremble all over, awakening his own body from its slumber and quickly making it forget all about the attentions she had given him only minutes ago. As his hands remained upon her hips, gently rubbing, his muzzle trailed lower upon her, drawing a gasp from her lungs as his tongue gently brushed her swollen, sensitive mound, granting it some of the attention it had so waited for. The taste of her body made him tingle all the more, pleasantly stirring his loins.
He began slowly, with faint, barely noticeable brushes upon her body, teasing her all over with his small kobold tongue. She quivered as he very briefly visited her folds, planted a quick and nigh unnoticeable kiss upon her most sensitive spot, that small red love button, and then, much to her frustration, turned his attention upon eagerly lapping the delicious stray wetness from her hips and lower stomach and inner thighs. Soon enough, a large dragonborn palm came over to the top of his head, pushing him closer and urging him upon his attentions: "D-don't tease me..." He would indeed have liked to tantalize her some more, but she was impatient and strong, and so he settled upon suckling her deeper and with more ardour.
As his palms moved on to her rear, to press her closer against him (as if his weak hands could do anything her strength wasn't already doing), his tongue set upon its task with all the capacity. No longer delicate or faint, he licked her all over, quickly and strongly, listening to her gasps and moans of enjoyment and drinking every bit of her nectar, his prize for being so attentive to her. Drawn by its taste and smell, driven into lust by its strength, he quickly went deeper, yielding a powerful shrudder from her as he buried deep into her, straight to the source, feeding upon her quickly and without self-restraint, listening to her louder moaning, feeling her loins pressing against his muzzle just as he pressed against them, driving her closer and closer to her peak... then suddenly that one last bit of his consciousness, that hadn't yet been blurred by passion, briefly took over and pulled him away from her.
Immediately feeling the loss, Ash opened her eyes and looked down upon him, meeting his grinning gaze. "W-why'd you stop...?", she asked weakly. Much to her disappointment and frustration, he weakly crawled out from between her legs, and laid himself next to her, hugging her close. "Because I want to try something new...", he responded. "You like trying new things, don't you?"
She didn't respond. It was true, of course, but she wasn't quite as sure about it when she was about to reach the peak of her passion. Whining, she tried to bring a hand down between her legs, to stop herself from lowering down from the apex of pleasure she was just about to hit... only to have that hand gently grabbed and taken away by his. "What're you up to?", she groaned discontently, only to turn it into a quickened gasp as he brought up his tail for her to see, a simple gesture that told her everything about what he was now going to do. The long, flexible limb lowered back down upon her thigh, from which it travelled towards warmer climates, drawing another gasp from her as it brushed her. "You like trying new things, don't you?", he repeated his question, in a far more teasing tone.
"Y-yes...!", the dragonborn whispered heatedly, wantonly, and the blushing kobold smiled at her, the tip of his tail brushing her further, rapidly building her back up to the full excitement. She gave a loud, voluptuous sigh, as it finally, all too slowly, parted her lips and easily glided within her slick passage: it was somewhat more rough and rugged than what would usually venture down here, pleasantly raking her inner walls as it moved on deeper without an impediment, its path well lubricated by the irritatingly long foreplay. The tail began thin and narrow, but as it went on it quickly thickened, until it spread her as wonderfully as he normally did, if not more - but reached much deeper, and... "Ohh...!", she moaned as the tip, buried somewhere within her walls, suddenly twisted and turned to touch and prod her, investigate every single nook and cranny within her, explore places in her body none had ever tried before, nearly making her come right there and then when she learned all these delicious new things from her body.
"Nnhh...", Uwe grunted lowly, as she inadvertendly gripped his head tighter with her hand, as she applied all her concentration and willpower upon managing to endure through his tender attentions, to drag out the spoils of his victory for a few sweet moments more. She hugged him closer to her body,
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