Linda woke to a heavy, pulsing soreness in her hips and a fog in her mind that felt like wet wool. She let out a low, reflexive moan, the sound vibrating in her throat before she even remembered where she was. Her green eyes fluttered open, drifting down toward the tangled sheets that clung to her damp skin.
There was a shape there.
An Imani shaped lump.
And the Aelvyn’s crotch felt really good...
Linda honestly felt hard already just by looking at that huge sheet-covered butt of Imani's, but moaned again and felt a wetness between her legs that shouldn't have been there. She blinked, the fog in her mind clearing as she realized she was still half-buried in the mattress of The Velvet Reed.
Huh?, Linda thought.
She blinked, the morning light filtering through the grimy window in thin, dusty streaks. Shifting her weight, she reached down and peeled back the heavy linen covers with a slow, tentative curiosity.
The sight that greeted the Aelvyn made her suck in her breath.
Imani was awake, propped up on one elbow, her voluptuous, dark skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She wasn't just looking at Linda, but was working. Her tongue was out, wet and deliberate, tracing the prominent, pulsing vein that ran the length of Linda’s eight-inch cock, which had snapped to full attention the moment Linda stirred. The sensation was electric - a hot, sliding friction that sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to Linda's gut.
"W- W- What?!" Linda stuttered, a full-body blush making its way from the tips of her long ears down to her collarbone.
Whatever weirdness that happened with Linda last night was gone and she was back to her old self.
Imani didn't stop, her tongue swirling around the head of Linda's cock with a wet, slurping sound that made Linda's toes curl. The woman’s eyes were hooded and hungry, her thick, plump lips wrapped tight around the base before she slid upward, tracing that pulsing vein with a slow, rhythmic flick.
The Aelvyn's body was rigid, her brain still haze, but she thought Imani had dick sucking lips and was enraptured by the sight.
"Now, don't you go getting all shy on me now, baby," Imani murmured, her voice a broken rasp from last night's antics, peppering kisses on her shaft. "You were a little lion last night, and honey, that kind of energy just makes a woman want moooooore."
Linda barely had time to stammer a "Wait—" before Imani’s mouth descended, engulfing her length with a wet, vacuum-like force to the base of her cock. She could feel the puffs of air from Imani's nostrils against crotch, the woman's eyes looking right at her, those lips stretched around her girth...
And then Imani started moving.
The other woman pulled back with a wet, slurping pop, leaving Linda’s shaft glistening and dripping with a thick coat of saliva. Imani didn't let her breathe, immediately diving back down with a guttural hum, her throat opening wide to take every inch of the Aelvyn’s girth. She worked her with a sloppy, rhythmic intensity, her tongue swirling around the head in frantic circles before sucking the length of it like a piece of candy.
The sight was peak eroticism.
Imani’s cheeks were sunken, her lips stretched to their absolute limit as she sucked. Linda’s back arched, her fingers digging into the mattress as the woman’s tongue flicked the sensitive ridge of her glans. Then, with a sudden, guttural moan, Imani surged forward, burying her face deep and slamming her throat open to take every single inch of Linda’s length. The thick head of the cock hit the back of Imani's throat with a wet, fleshy thwack, triggering a reflexive, high-pitched squeal from Linda that echoed through the thin walls.
"Goodness, the acoustics in this room have always been far too generous," A sharp, cultivated voice drawled from the doorway.
Linda bolted upright, her face flushing a deep crimson as she scrambled to pull the sheets over her glistening anatomy. Standing there was Madam Petra, leaning against the doorframe with one eyebrow arched and a small, amused smirk playing on her lips.
"Madam! I- we- she was just—!" Linda stammered, her voice cracking as her limbs flailed like a newborn fawn.
Madam Petra didn't blink, her gaze sliding over the scene with clinical detachment. She watched as Imani finally pulled back from Linda’s length with a wet, lingering pop again, a long string of saliva bridging the gap between her lips and the Aelvyn’s glistening head.
Imani didn't look ashamed - but instead - leaned back against the headboard, her chest heaving, and let out a long, dramatic whine.
"Now see here, Madam, you just had to come in and ruin all my fun! I was just getting to the good part!" Imani pouted, her eyes flicking back to Linda's hardening cock with a hungry, possessive glint.
Madam Petra sighed, the smoke from her cigarette holder curling like a lazy snake around her sharp features.
"The 'good part' is billed by the hour, Imani, and the sun is already high. The guest's time is up, and the ledger requires settling." Madam Petra drawled as she extended a gloved hand, her voice as cold and precise as a guillotine. "The coin, if you please, dear. I trust the... vigorous service was worth the premium."
Imani let out a heart laugh, shifting her voluptuous weight as she leaned over Linda, her heavy boobs pressing against the Aelvyn's arm.
"Now, hold your horses, Madam Petra! You're always so hurried with that ledger," Imani cooed. She reached down, her fingers grazing the glistening, sensitive head of Linda's cock one last time with a playful flick that made Linda twitch. "This sweet little thing gave me such a workout last night that I’m feeling generous. I don't want no coin for this session, honey. Consider it a gift from my heart to her lovely little... asset."
Madam Petra let out a thin, dry puff of smoke, her green eyes scanning the room with a look of amused skepticism.
"A gift? You've never been one for charity, Imani. If you're insisting on a freebie, it must mean the performance was exceptional... Perhaps even legendary. I wonder if such a 'workout' is truly as potent as you claim, or if you're simply blinded by the novelty of dear Linda here." Madam Petra said.
Imani let out a loud giggle at that.
"Oh, you just want a taste, don't you, Petra? Why don't you come over here and try her yourself? I bet you'd be screaming for mercy before that little lion even started her second lap!" Imani retorted, winking, her hand sliding down to squeeze Linda’s thigh with a possessive, meaty grip, her voice dropping to a sultry, maternal purr. "Believe me, baby, she's got a way of filling a woman up that you won't find in any other man... It's magical..."
"I... I'm right here!" Linda squeaked, her voice hitting a pitch that would have made a dog howl. She tried to pull the sheets tighter around her shoulders, her face a vivid, pulsing red as she shrank into the mattress.
But neither woman looked at her.
They were locked in a silent battle of egos and appetites, treating the trembling Aelvyn as nothing more than a prized piece of equipment.
Madam Petra didn’t answer with words. Instead, she reached back and clicked the door shut with a decisive, metallic snap. She set her cigarette holder on the nightstand with a slow, deliberate precision, then drifted toward the opposite side of the bed. With a rustle of expensive fabric, she sat on the edge of the mattress, her gaze sliding over Linda’s exposed, pulsing length with a hunger that was clinical yet predatory.
Linda had stopped breathing.
What in the world is going on?!, Linda thought frantically, her eyes flicking back and forth from the two women.
Madam Petra leaned closer, the scent of expensive Korva more prominent now.
"Now, dear," Madam Petra drawled. "I suspect you find yourself in a bit of a predicament. On one hand, you are utterly terrified. On the other, your anatomy is practically shouting its desires at the ceiling. Tell me, truly, do you find this arrangement... distasteful? Or are you simply waiting for a formal invitation to be ruined by us?"
Linda opened her mouth to protest, but the sight of Madam Petra’s calculating green eyes and the sheer, overwhelming presence of both women stripped her of any resolve.
Who was the Aelvyn to say no to another MILF?
"I... I guess it's okay," Linda whispered, her voice barely audible.
The admission was all the invitation the Madam needed. With a fluid, predatory grace, Madam Petra shed her outer layers - letting the expensive clothes expose her lithe body, pale skin, and small boobs - before sliding into the sheets on Linda's left.
Now Linda was pinned, a sliver of trembling Aelvyn flesh sandwiched between two mountains of womanhood. To her right, Imani beamed, her dark, voluptuous curves pressing in with a warm, suffocating heat. To her left, Madam Petra’s coolness acted as a sharp contrast, her slender fingers already skating up her thigh with a clinical curiosity that made Linda's breath hitch.
"My word…" Madam Petra murmured, leaning in to inspect Linda’s length. She didn't touch it yet, but her green eyes tracked the pulsing vein with the intensity of an appraiser valuing a rare diamond. "The proportions are quite simply staggering for an Aelvyn. One rarely finds such... architectural ambition in a single specimen. It is truly impressive, in a primitive, overwhelming sort of way."
Imani let out a long, longing sigh that vibrated against Linda’s shoulder.
"Mmm, I told you, Petra! I told you this little honey was packing heat," Imani huffed good-naturedly. "Look at that thing, just throbbing away like a heartbeat. Linds, you got a real gift, you hear me? A real, heavy-duty kind of gift that just begs to be put to work. Like an Equarrin or Brennox!"
Now that's a bit—
Madam Petra hummed, a low vibration of approval that felt like a purr in her chest. She scooted back a few inches, creating a sliver of space, and Imani followed suit with a synchronized shift of her voluptuous hips. For a brief, breathless second, the two women leaned in and shared a quick, wet kiss - a seamless exchange of tongue and saliva - before they both descended upon Linda with predatory precision. Imani reclaimed the head, her mouth forming a tight, vacuum-like seal as she began to suck on the sensitive tip with a sloppy, rhythmic intensity. Simultaneously, Madam Petra leaned in from the left, her slender lips parting to engulf the thick shaft, her tongue tracing the pulsing vein with the clinical hunger of a jeweler examining a raw gem.
Linda felt her world narrow down to the sensation of being flanked by heat and wetness. To her right, Imani was a warm, suffocating storm of soft curves and maternal hunger, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped at the glans. To her left, Madam Petra was a cool, precise contrast, her mouth sliding up and down the length with an aristocratic deliberation that made Linda’s toes curl into the mattress.
The sound was a symphony of lewd, wet pops and guttural moans, the air filling with the scent of expensive perfume and the musk of arousal.
Linda’s hips jerked instinctively, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps as the two women worked her cock in tandem, their mouths alternating pressure and suction until she felt like she was being pulled apart from the center.
The Aelvyn knew she wouldn't last.
Imani abandoned Linda's cockhead, moving her lips downward, now both women working the shaft in a synchronized, slurping rhythm.
But then a mischievous twinkle entered Imani's eyes...
Imani suddenly surged upward, her hand snapping out to grip Madam Petra’s meticulously pinned hair with a firm, possessive yank. The sudden movement sent the Madam’s head snapping back, her mouth falling open in a sharp gasp of surprise. Without a second of hesitation, Imani used her grip to force Petra’s face down, slamming the aristocrat’s open mouth onto Linda’s pulsing length with a wet, meaty thwack. Linda’s breath hitched as she felt Petra’s throat stretch wide, the Madam’s refined composure vanishing as she was ground face-first into the Aelvyn’s pelvis, her nose pressing deep into the soft curls of Linda's groin.
"Now take it like a little slut, Petra!" Imani giggled.
Linda tried to gasp out a protest, her face a shade of crimson that rivaled a sunset,
"P-please, I- I can't—" Linda tried, already feeling so much, but the words were swallowed by a sudden, wet surge of friction.
Imani didn't let the protest finish. With a mischievous cackle, she yanked Petra back by the hair just enough to create a gap, then slammed her face back down onto Linda’s length with a rhythmic, visceral intensity. She began using Petra’s mouth as a living sheath, roughly bobbing the woman's face and have her take the cock to the base every time. The room filled with a cacophony of lewd, wet glk-glk-glk noises as saliva began to string between them, dripping in thick, glistening ropes onto the sheets. Madam Petra, usually the picture of icy composure, let out a muffled, guttural moan, her eyes watering with a mix of shock and overwhelming stimulation as she was forced to take every inch of the Aelvyn's pulsing cock...
Over and over again...
The wet, slapping sound of Madam Petra’s face hitting Linda’s pelvis became a rhythmic percussion that drowned out everything else. Linda’s world had narrowed to a blur of flashing colors and the scent of musk and expensive perfume. The Alevyn felt the pressure building in her gut, a hot, electric tension that made her back arch and her fingers claw blindly into the sheets. Her breath came in ragged, high-pitched whimpers, her voice barely a whisper.
"I... I can't... I'm close! I'm really close!" Linda whined.
Imani’s eyes widened, a predatory grin stretching across her face.
The devious woman didn't slow down.
Instead, Imani tightened her grip on Madam Petra’s hair, leaning in to whisper against Linda’s flushed cheek.
"Oh, you are, aren't you, baby? You're right on the edge of the cliff, honey!" Imani cooed. With a sudden, violent surge of strength, Imani yanked Petra's head back and then slammed her down one last time, driving her throat deep over Linda's length with a visceral gluck. "The Madam needs to taste every single drop of that Aelvyn gold! Take it, Petra!"
Madam Petra let out a muffled, strangled scream of surprise that turned into a guttural moan as the sudden depth hit the back of her throat. The shock of the impact was the final trigger. Linda’s body stiffened, her toes curling as a violent shudder ripped through her frame. With a sharp, strangled cry, she unloaded, the first thick, hot rope of cum slamming against the back of Petra's throat with a visceral force.
The release didn't stop; it came in heavy, rhythmic pulses that flooded the Madam’s mouth. Another rope followed, then another, each one a glistening, viscous cord of Aelvyn seed that filled Petra’s mouth to the brim and began to spill over her lips in thick, white streaks. Imani watched with a wide, hungry grin, her grip on Petra’s hair unwavering as she cheered on the eruption.
Petra was gagging, her eyes watering and rolling back in her head, but she didn't pull away. She leaned into the deluge, her throat working in desperate, rhythmic gulps to swallow the thick, hot torrents of Aelvyn seed that flooded her mouth.
Imani let out a satisfied hum and slowly began to reel Petra’s head back, pulling her away with a slow, agonizing deliberation. As the seal broke, a final, visceral spurt of cum shot forward, splashing across Petra's cheek and chin in a glistening, pearlescent rope. Another smaller bead followed, trailing down the Madam's jawline and dripping onto her collarbone, leaving the aristocrat gasping for air, her face smeared with the evidence of her defeat.
The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of three women breathing in ragged, shuddering synchronization.
"Now that is what I call a grand finale," Imani exhaled, her voice breathy and filled with lust. She reached out to pat Linda’s flushed cheek with a soft hand. "You really gave that old crow a taste of something special, baby."
Petra, recovering her breath and blinking through the drying slime on her skin, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and let out a low, shaky exhale.
"Good gods," the Madam murmured, her voice regaining its haughty edge despite the flush in her cheeks. "I haven't been thoroughly manhandled since the last time the Garviss visited..."
Linda lay there, her mind a static hum of pleasure and sheer, unadulterated panic. She tried to find words, but her throat felt like it had been scrubbed with sandpaper. She felt wonderful, floating in a warm haze of post-orgasmic bliss, though her heart was hammering against her ribs.
Imani just beamed at her, leaning over to kiss the bridge of Linda's hooked nose.
But the moment was broken by a very small, very loud, green woman…
Wait, oh no… Linda thought.
The door didn't just open, but it exploded inward, the hinges screaming as the wood slammed against the wall.
Izze stood there, chest heaving, her eyes wide and frantic.
The Krithak didn't even look at the bed before she bellowed at the top of her lungs...
"Twelve fucking Hells, princess! You’re a fucking Drevan-damned beast!" Izze yelled for all to hear. Her gaze swept over the scene - the tangled limbs, the glistening streaks of Aelvyn seed coating Petra’s chin and dripping onto the sheets, and the raw, musk-heavy scent of sex that clung to the air like a fog. "I leave you for a night and you turn this place into a goddamn breeding pit!"
And then Linda turned red again and felt like dropping herself into a very large pit…