Pyrista chewed her lip for a long moment, her heart pounding, before whimpering a single word. "...Hurry..."
Rylinne smirked, head darting down to plant a quick peck on Pyrista's lips, her tendrils intertwining with her wife's in a brief moment of intimacy, before she abruptly straightened up, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open with her shoulder as she strode out into the open hallway, ignoring the pounding heartbeat in her ears.
The hallway was, indeed, empty, but that didn't stop Pyrista's mind from whirling with all the possibilities. The thought that anyone could see her like this, naked, exposed, impaled on her wife's fat, throbbing cock, her pussy soaking wet like a whore, her naughty juices dripping off Rylinne's shaft and dirtying the freshly-washed floors with her perversion... She couldn't stop herself from dreaming up every scenario imaginable. She could picture them all so clearly, everywhere she looked, she could see her fellow paladins stepping out of rooms or rounding corners, she could imagine their faces as they caught sight of her, all of them shocked, at first, but while some turned to horror, disgust, or withering disapproval, others flushed with embarrassment, some turning away in shame and some staring, awestruck, and still others took on amused looks, some smirking knowingly and leaving them to it, others leering hungrily, and a few openly enjoying the view.
With each step, Rylinne stifled a moan. Here senses were in overdrive, it felt like everything was happening in slow motion, she felt hyper-aware of every tiny movement around them, every floating speck of dust, every distant sound, every smell, every sensation... Even holding Pyrista tight, and with the smaller blue draenei clinging desperately to her in return, Pyrista still bounced an inch or two with each step, her innermost walls clamped around Rylinne's shaft like a vice, clinging to every inch of her length as it pumped in and out in shallow, rhythmic strokes. Rylinne could feel every single fold inside her wife's pussy caressing her shaft with each bounce, feel every vein on her cock throb and bulge against those silky walls in time with her pounding heartbeat. It was so incredibly intense, it was almost dizzying.
It was almost a relief when they reached the door to the healing room, but that relief swiftly turned to horror as Rylinne gripped the handle and found it locked. Panic gripped her for a moment. This was not the plan. She jiggled the handle again, cursing under her breath as it remained firmly locked, straightening up and looking around, glowing eyes frantically searching for an exit to the situation, locking onto another healing room a couple dozen strides away, on the other side of a four-way intersection. In the moment, that door seemed the only option, the alternatives like retreating to the closet or looking for a different door didn't even occur to her. She turned on her hooves, gripped Pyrista tight, and practically ran for the door.
As they suddenly lurched into motion, Pyrista returned to reality for a moment, only to barely be able to stifle a cry as Rylinne's first stride bounced her up almost six inches before her weight brought her back down and impaled her on that shaft once again, her hips slamming against Rylinne's as her pussy swallowed her wife's massive equine cock to the hilt once more. As she was carried into the intersection, her eyes widened and she stifled another cry as her fantasies kicked into high gear. What if the the Exarch were making her rounds right now, only to suddenly see them like this, running across the hallway in front of her? She'd be furious! Maybe she'd do something really cruel in her anger, like forcing the two of them to march to her office, naked and exposed as she paraded them through the halls. Maybe once she'd locked the office door, she'd declare the two of them needed 'extra discipline' and strip off her armor to reveal a real monster of a cock, even bigger than Rylinne's, before levelling it at the two of them, grabbing their heads, and forcing their lips against it, ordering them to polish the holy sword with their tongues before she used it to deliver their 'divine punishment'... Or maybe a whole class of novices could be making their way to lessons when they stumbled onto this depraved scene, a dozen fit, healthy teenage boys, their hormone-addled minds whirling as they gawked at the perverted paladin. Perhaps they would be so overcome by their repressed desires that they would whip out their throbbing cocks and start stroking them right there... Or maybe they'd follow the two of them into the healing room and let out all their pent-up desires on her helpless body... Or perhaps Rhuno might come wandering down the hall... Maybe he'd watch, wordlessly, for a moment, without a hint of embarrassment, as he memorized the scene. Maybe he'd approach them, striding closer until he was looming over them, his bulk dwarfing even Rylinne's impressive height... Maybe he'd demand an 'apology' for his horn...
Rylinne struggled to control herself. The faster she moved, the faster they got out of the hallway, the more Pyrista bounced, the more her incredibly tight pussy slid up and down along her violently throbbing cock, the better it felt... but it was almost TOO good, her knees felt like they might give out any second, which forced her pace to slow to a crawl, which meant they spent that much longer in danger of being exposed... Every step was a battle, a fierce struggle between the need to hurry and the dangers of going too fast. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, her senses amplified, every second felt like an eternity, which only made the problem worse, as she had plenty of time to drink in every detail of the moment, to remember every contour of Pyrista's face, twisted with fear and ecstasy, to feel every tiny twitch of Pyrista's walls around her, to feel her voluptuous body squeezed tight against her own, feel her nails digging into her back through her shirt...
The second door opened easily, and Rylinne didn't even bother to check if the room was empty before throwing the door open and stumbling in, slamming it behind them and fumbling for the lock for a moment. She wasn't going to let this moment get interrupted. Thankfully, the room was, indeed, empty, and Pyrista visibly relaxed as they left the open hallways, every muscle in her body unclenching all at once. Which made it that much easier for Rylinne to barrel across the room in a few quick steps and throw her wife's defenseless body down onto an unoccupied bed, the taller draenei leaning over her, arms planted on either side of Pyrista's head to support herself, snow white hair falling forward around her, casting her face in shadow as her glowing eyes stared down at her wife hungrily. Her chest heaved, her bust straining against her shirt with each breath as she panted like a wild animal, breathing hot and heavy as her steel-hard horse-cock throbbed angrily inside Pyrista.
