Episode XIV
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A brilliant white lightning flash startled Doralea.
As her eyes adjusted again and she watched the flaring outline of the Dragon-entangled maiden, she realized that she had been holding her breath, mesmerized.
The Dragon still pumped the maiden muscularly, her arms spread wide, holding the chains between the upright poles.
Another flash of blinding light brought Doralea stiffly upright.
She realized that she had been entranced, unaware of her surroundings.
Her head was still pillowed on Cleo's soft thick thigh.
Gravic and the owl-faced woman lay spooned, their heads cradled in Doralea's lap. He pressed into the silver-haired back, idly fingering the hair on her mound.
One of the tables had been removed and Magya sat on the floor, her head resting against Doralea's hip. The EurAsian watched the show, her thumb circling and tapping her own clit, while two fingers rested quietly, deep inside her pussy.
Another flash of white drew Doralea's attention back to the stage.
On each side of the maiden's waist appeared four blue worms, writhing. As they emerged more fully, Doralea realized that they were fingers, followed as they were by thumbs which appeared beneath them.
They moved up the paired bodies, blue arms reaching around the writhing pair, maiden and dragon. The Dragon seemed flattened against the maiden's body, deflated somehow.
Doralea realized with a start that the animated image had been replaced.
She realized that the Dragon fucking the maiden was a tattoo. The gripping claws of the Dragon, straining and bunching the flesh as they clung to the tender body of the woman were elaborated in intricate detail. Someone hidden behind the maiden was now caressing her back. Blue gloved forefingers touched tips between the tattooed shoulder blades, thumbs touched below to form an up-pointing triangle.
The music changed to light, open, jazzy clarinet and vibes and the platform holding the uprights and the extensively tattooed woman began to rotate.
On the deck in front of her knelt the blue-gloved blonde who had so vigorously kneaded Doralea's breasts when she was clamped in the closet. She faced the audience, her arms were reached behind her to embrace the dragoned woman. Her knees were spread wide, exposing her briefs. Her back was arched wondrously, her tits topping her torso. Her face pressed into the tattooed crotch.
The pair held the tableau as the turntable rotated.
When it stopped, the lovely Japanese woman with the Dragon tattoo faced the audience, smiling gently. The Dragon's head lay over her left shoulder, tongue flickering at her right nipple. The Dragon's claws seemed to snag at the flesh of her left shoulder and hip, her right thigh and her left tit.
The kneeling Blonde lifted her cunt, covered with thin white briefs, into high display. Her stiff nipples nestled into her soft tits.
The Blonde's mouth continued to press against the sparsely haired cunt, chin working slowly, but visibly. The Oriental released the chains, which fell, swinging. against the uprights. She bent slightly, to palm the softness of the blonde's tits, then further, smoothing her hands over the stretched belly. Her fingers worked swiftly under the elastic of the briefs' waistband, hands circling in opposite directions over the cunt-lips, which were visible through the cotton only by their dark, moist signature on the thin, white fabric.
As she folded over the arched body beneath her, she again displayed the Dragon on her back.
The blonde eased down to the deck and lay on her back, her knees folded severely under her, the high heels of her sheer blue boots digging into her soft ass.
The tattooed lady knelt, straddling the blonde: a foot on either side of the blonde head, her knees pressed to the platform near each shoulder, her cunt hovering just over the blonde's mouth. As she bent down to work the thin cotton briefs over the blonde's ass and hips, the blonde struggled to free her feet from under her ass. She straightened her legs and, toes pointing to the ceiling, tightened her calves, throwing her muscles in sharp relief through the sheer blue boots. The beautiful Japanese woman pulled the briefs up the blonde's thighs, worked them over the boots and off the feet, then tossed the limp white cloth into the audience.
She folded over the woman beneath her and gently pushed the blue sheathed legs apart. The supine blonde planted her feet wide and lifted her ass off the deck. Her cunt lips opened invitingly, shining in the spotlights and, as the black-haired woman dipped in to lap the blonde cunt, the turntable began to rotate again.
"Doralea, get onto the table," Cleo ordered huskily.
With assistance from the pair on her lap, Doralea climbed onto the table. She was arranged on her knees, with her head toward the stage, her feet rested on Cleo's soft, large breasts.
Cleo spread Doralea's pussy lips with her fingers, smearing the thick mix of juices. Doralea turned her head sharply back to watch as Cleo lifted her hand to her mouth and, licking off the juice, smiled at Doralea.
She gripped Doralea's ankles firmly and moved her feet from the soft pillows of her large tits, to her shoulders. Leaning into the damp slit, she began working at Doralea's pussy with her teeth, lips and tongue.
Doralea's wet furrow clutched thickly at the flickering tongue expertly exploring her nether mouth. Sharp electric thrills flashed up her belly as the hard teeth bit into her pink tenderness.
Cleo moaned, "Doralea," her voice muffled in the soft thick folds of the cunt as she pressed her face deeper. Her chin bored at Doralea's ass as her tongue thrashed and lashed and tried to snake in deeper. She squeezed Doralea's calves and thighs tightly together, pulling her hips off the table, holding her pussy firmly against her mouth.
Doralea lay on her back, her head draped over the edge of the table. Magya, sitting on the floor next to her, kissed her tenderly, her long fingers combing through Doralea's cascading hair.
Gravic's deep voice rumbled softly, "Up on the table, Ashley. Up, and on your knees."
Beside her she heard and felt Gravic positioning the silver-owl so that she knelt on the table next to Doralea. He massaged her ass and cunt with fingers and mouth.
Ashley stretched down to kiss Magya, then twisted up, to insistently offer her mouth to Doralea. Doralea was again awash with sensations as Ashley moved down to mouth her nipples, Magya kissed her mouth and Cleo worked her cunt.
Her tits were pounded roughly by the silver-haired head as Gravic began to fuck Ashley powerfully from the rear.
Magya broke her kiss and leaned placidly against a leg of the table, "Look, Lovely, look at that magnificent work of art. And on such a lovely body. Ahow. I can taste her, now."
Doralea, thrills of delight still rushing from her cunt and tits, let her head loll and watched the inverted show on the stage.
As the Blue Lady and the Dragon rode the rotating platform, blue gloved fingers lightly traced the intricate, colorful tattoo, very gently exploring and displaying. The black haired head was cradled lovingly on the blue sheathed shoulder.
Doralea touched her own tattoo, and shuddered, thinking of the awesomely long time that the artful Dragon must have taken, aching at the countless pricks, the cruelty against the tenderness inside the thigh and the torture of tattooing the blazing tongue so closely around the nipple.
Ashley's tits slapped loudly against Doralea's abdomen, startling her back to the table. Her own tits were jiggling under the impact of the owl-faced woman's breasts: not large, but pendulant.
Suddenly, Ashley arced back, stiffening with the onset of her climax. She held rigid, panting, shivered convulsively, then collapsed, heaving and sweaty on top of Doralea.
Doralea hugged the slick, pulsing body to her, as Gravic moved to stand between her legs, forcing Cleo aside. Her cunt, slick with her own juice and with the saliva of the older woman who had been between her thighs, steamed and gaped in welcome to Gravic's prick, which lay now, glistening with Ashley's juice, heavy, hard and hot in the maw-like trough of Doralea's scalding pussy.
Cleo took his stiffness, pumped gently and guided him to Doralea's puffy cunt. She set the head just between the puffy, hot outer lips and traced Doralea's weeping slit with his thick, hot head.
Gravic pressed forcefully, sliding slowly and evenly.
Doralea lifted her ass toward him, as he pressed deeply into her. She felt each ridged and pulsing vein as his rod glided smoothly to her core, rubbing past her cervix and driving the deepest recesses of her vagina hard against her spine.
She locked her ankles together behind him, her heels gouging the flat plates of his flaring pelvis. As Gravic straddled Cleo, his feet found firm purchase on the floor, his knees anchored against the front of the bench. Cleo held his hips, gripping fingers smashed into Doralea's strained thighs, as she hungrily kissed and licked his slowly grinding ass.
Doralea was overcome by the powerful waves Gravic drove into her abdomen. Blood rushed into her head, still draped over the edge of the table, filling it with a thick pulsing congestion and making her dizzy.
Magya, on the floor at her side wiped the sweat from Doralea's dripping brow and soothingly encouraged her to let it all go.
"Oh, my lovely, my pet, ease back, let it happen. He feels so thick, so deep, so slow, so ahh." Magya kissed her cheek and licked her ear. She whispered, soft and sibilant, "ssshhhh, so, so, let it go."
