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The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

Started by GamesMaster, Aug 30, 2020, 07:28 pm

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Zevran

Zevran widens his eyes comically. "Horny? My word, how lewd," he says, moving a hand away from Shisou's back to fan at his face. "How bold! How scandalizing! Salacious!"
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

Shisou smirks. "d-d-d-d-ddow-w-w-wnr-r-r--righ-h-h-t e-e-e-e-re-e-e-ct."

Zevran

"I demand proof!" Without giving Shisou time to react to this, Zevran swiftly reaches around Shisou's body with the hand curled underneath him. And takes a firm grip on his cock. And then squeezes gently for a second. Then repeats. Then again, harder, and with a little bit of tug to it. "Flattering," he murmurs.
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

"I-i-i-it's a-a-a-a-all f-f-f-for y-y-y-y-you," stammers Shisou. 

Zevran

"For me?" Zevran asks coyly, eyes hooded. "Mine then, mmh?"
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

Shisou nods, swallowing a groan. 

Zevran

Zevran locks eyes with his soon-to-be-lover and leans in for a kiss. It's a very good thing this is happening in the bath, as without the aid of the water to hold Shisou up, Zevran wouldn't be able to pull this off. One hand is supporting his back, but the lower half of Shisou is held up only by a trivial resting spot on Zevran's hip, the water and Shisou's bits. So the water is very important. Zevran presses on with the kiss, devouring Shisou's mouth, accompanied by a rhythmic squeezing, tugging grip that isn't a stroke so as to avoid chaffing.
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

Shisou kisses back, moaning into Zevran's mouth. His hand soon slickens with pre-cum, but the water washes it away, keeps things rougher and less slick. His thighs rub together as he whimpers, twisting a little in his urgent desire. 

Zevran

Hmmm. Interesting that he seems to not have much issue with-- Ah, right. That is why she invited Bull to assist; Shisou is fairly strictly homosexual. "Surprise," Zevran murmurs suddenly, then lets go of Shisou. Before he can sink more than a few inches, the human suddenly finds himself caught by a pair of strong hands on his hips. Zevran is gone, at least from sight, as Shisou can plainly feel his hands holding his his mouth around his dick, tongue swirling acrossing the head. 

Oh. He's under the water. Neat. Okay.
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

The surprise actually softens him a little, though he firms back up again as Zevran acts on his penis. He closes his eyes, and only grows harder as he does so, either leaning into the pleasure internally to enhance it or else fantasizing a little. Either way, he's soon moaning into the air, whimpering as he gives cute little gasps. 

Zevran

The hands around his ass kneed and grope, clearly enjoying the feel of the human's supple flesh. There's also some obvious interest in his bits, Zevran's tongue gliding across every nook and cranny from head to balls and back again. He's just moved back to deep-throating Shisou when he begins to carefully probe at Shisou's anus with one finger.
Life without Passion is just another form of Slavery.

Shisou

Shisou takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his anus relaxes, opening to accommodate the finger. 

Nox

Thankfully, Zevran is blessed with the cliche elven fingers; long, dexterous and thin. He's careful and gentle, and Shisou is far from a novice in this area, so it's not long before the warm suction of Zevran's mouth around Shisou's bits is mirrored by the warm tightness of Shisou's ass around Zevran's finger. For all the care in avoiding hurting Shisou, Zevran is otherwise merciless in his effort, not once easing back or dropping down the tension but instead driving Shisou directly towards an explosive climax. Sinking back against the edge of the tub after his fourth and final thrust, Shisou tries fight off the draining effect of orgasim and hot water with only gradual success; the continued licks, much slower now, are both helping and not helping with that effort...

"Shisou? Shisou?" Huh, that's Nox's voice. Oh right, he was in here too, wasn't he? Sounds a little worried for some reason.
Lay down your burdens, weary one, and allow me to tend you.

Shisou

"Hmmaa?" he mutters, cracking an eye open just a little. But I was relaxed.... Five more minutes...

Nox

"Where did Zevran go?" the aasimar asks with some concern, toweling himself off vigorously. 
Lay down your burdens, weary one, and allow me to tend you.

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