"What's wrong with that? It's not like it'd be the first time we'd have an audience..." Rylinne purred suggestively into Pyrista's ear with a grin as her fingers slid up under the edge of Pyrista's breastplate, brushing over the supple, sensitive skin on the slopes of her sapphire mounds...
Pyrista whimpered again, biting her lower lip to try and keep her voice down. "R-Rylinne... please..." She pleaded, eyes squeezing shut, tears beading at the corners.
Rylinne moved all at once, her hand suddenly retreating from her lover's breast, its twin snaking around Pyrista's slender waist and pulling her close as she straightened up, burying Pyrista's face in her chest. The shorter draenei gave a squeak of surprise as her wife suddenly swept her off her feet in an instant and carried her along. In three long strides, the couple had pushed through a nearby doorway into a disused storage room.
Rylinne bent down once more once they were safely out of the hall, letting Pyrista's hooves touch the floor once more, her now-free hand moving to brush away Pyrista's tears as the sapphire-skinned draenei's head peeked out from between her breasts. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I was just teasing you a little." she assured... then leaned forward once more to whisper in her ear. "Well... at least partly. I really can't resist you when you smile like that..." she added, the arm still wrapped around her lover's waist sliding down to give her half-exposed ass a playful squeeze.
Pyrista chewed her lip, letting out a soft purr at the feeling of her lover's strong hands on her body, those big, soft breasts pressed against her cheeks, that big, meaty shaft grinding against her chest... "I- I don't... we're still in the guild hall..." She protested, weakly, the hot, breathy tone of her voice making it more and more clear that her heart wasn't in it.
Rylinne's grip loosened as she abruptly straightened up, the pale draenei once more looming over her wife. Pyrista blinked in surprise, she hadn't expected Rylinne to actually give up that easily, and looked up at her curiously. Rylinne was staring down at her through her cleavage, her glowing blue eyes burning with lust. Suddenly, Pyrista saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and looked down, just in time to see Rylinne tug down the waistband of her pants and release her cock. It sprang free, only half-hard, but already thicker than her wrist and more than a foot long, a fat, veiny horse-cock that ended in a blunt, flattened head with a wide-flared ridge, the whole length flushed purple and growing darker and darker as blood rushed to it. It was a sight Pyrista was... intimately familiar with, one that made her mouth water almost immediately, it was almost Pavlovian. Rylinne gripped the base of her equine cock, and with another tug, freed her balls from her pants, a pair of smooth, apple-sized orbs that hung fat and heavy in their sack.
Rylinne aimed her half-hard shaft squarely at Pyrista's face, the taller draenei's enormous cock twitching as it grew larger and larger with each heartbeat, extending bit by bit towards her wife's face, soon only inches away. "Look what you do to me. I can't go back out there like this..." She purred, lustily.
Pyrista drew in a breath to respond, only to catch a heady lungful of her wife's intoxicating scent. What was supposed to be another round of half-hearted objections came out as just a wordless moan. Pyrista's hands came up, the last vestiges of her reluctance giving way as her soft blue fingers closed around her wife's thick, pulsing shaft. It was so warm... "Just... just a quick suck, okay? Then... then we go find a room." Pyrista breathed, surrendering to her lust, her hands beginning to slowly stroke up and down its length.
Rylinne smiled, one hand moving to rest gently on Pyrista's head, fingers weaving into her long, snowy-white hair, the other still gripping the base of her shaft, keeping it aimed squarely at Pyrista's cute little face. She didn't pull her forward or push her down- she knew she didn't need to. She bit her lower lip and let out a soft purr as Pyrista's hands began to move along her growing length, watching eagerly as she went to work.
Pyrista's delicate fingers moved slowly at first. No matter how many times she saw this beast, she never got tired of exploring it, letting her fingertips trace along the winding veins as they pulsed in time with Rylinne's heart. It grew in her hands with each throb, forcing her fingers apart until they could no longer close around its girth. It stiffened, bit by bit, the flat, gleaming tip rising up until it was directly at her eye level, looking like it was ready to burst. The slit at the tip twitched, then produced a single, gleaming drop of precum that hung there for a long moment, temptingly... she just couldn't resist leaning in and planting a soft kiss squarely on that swollen tip, letting that clear, sticky, salty precum smear across her plump lips.
Pyrista's eyes flicked up to Rylinne's face as she kissed the sensitive tip of her wife's enormous horse-cock, and found her staring down at her through the valley of her cleavage, a very pleased expression on her face. Part of her suddenly wondered if Rylinne really intended to let it end with just a quick suck...
