"I think I better get some shuteye - "
"You mean you're going to plough your girl until she's dry as Annauroch, I know what you get up to at night." The Blood War veteran splashed some water from the canteen in his face, interrupting his sputtering retort. "Go on then, don't keep her waiting, I'm good by my lonesome, listening to her scream and racket about how amazing you are," she mumbled. For all her happy-go-lucky indomitability, Karlach did a poor job of hiding her envy.
Tidbit felt bad about leaving her out here. Karlach was a kind person, in many ways similar to himself but more intelligent, more experienced with the ways of the world (and the Hells). Having learned how therapeutic touch could be, he wished he could give her the hug she wanted, but the best he could do was softly pat her shoulder and make his way back to his tent to...well, plough Z'Sairah.
He was yet a humble creature and didn't necessarily expect sex, though past experience indicated she would more than likely demand it...a demand he was more than real to fulfill. Already his cock was stirring impatiently at the prospect of pushing his load inside of her, embedding her with his scent and enjoying her sustained song of release...and of course the way she gushed her own pleasure over him - he found the warm gush of her climax deeply gratifying.
When he pushed open the cloth flap of his tent, he discovered her lying comfortably on her stomach on her bedroll, a sheer sheet pulled up to just barely cover the lovely roundness of her buttocks. At this point his manhood was already fully erect underneath his loincloth, painfully so. Quietly slipping his clothing away, Tidbit knelt over the backs of her thighs.
Tidbit's cock throbbed as it rested in between her glutes, the curve of his frenum squeezed lightly by the smooth cool of the sheets. The copious semen waiting for release in the base of his penis dripped over the sheet, and he slowly removed it to reveal her. She was magnificent, breathtaking where once he'd seen something bizarre and foreign; the waspish cinch of her waist gave way to a flare like a lily blossom. Her long tail flicked in response to the temperature change, and he could see the ghost of a smile spreading across her angular face when his hands began to crawl over the cushioned softness of her rear. Her thighs were slender enough that there was a gap through which he could see the pout of her sex and the dew of her arousal glistening in the low light.
He leaned forward, nuzzling her pointed ear and tracked its length between the fork of his tongue, a shuddering sound in his chest betraying his own desire...as if his halberd-haft solid erection didn't give it away. "Mmm...who is this beautiful man awakening me from my slumber with his delicious phallus?" she murmured sleepily, opening her thighs slightly for him...the scent of her need, a curious salty-sweet bouquet he failed to put words to, as well as the ever-present hint of brimstone, rose to intoxicate him.
The Dragonborn smiled with sharp-toothed excitement, nestling the flared head of his cock between her thighs, stroking between her swollen labia. "
Tidbit
," he whispered dramatically, drawing a little moan as he crested her pearl.
"Yes, Tidbit...my legendary, powerful, oh my Dragon!" She praised him as she reached around and grasped her lovely rear, spreading herself open for him. She was already glistening with desire, so it was with little effort that the axe-bitten warrior stretched her entrance with his glans. It was heavenly...warm, soft, massaging his crown. His hands joined hers on her rump as he teased her open further, the way she liked. As it turned out, the act of bringing pleasure to another person was incredibly satisfying for him.
"I've been waiting to have you to myself all day Z'Sairah," the Dragonborn purred against her ear, his grasp joining hers on her inner thighs. "Can you tell how badly I've been wanting you? Every single night, so much that I'm actually dripping on you?"
"I can and I love it Tidbit. Tell me, please, let me know what you're going to do to me?" She opined, and it was at this juncture that he appreciated the conversations he'd had on Watch with Karlach about this thing called 'dirty talk'.
"Well...you can already feel me opening you, can't you. I'm honestly surprised such a tight little place can handle...hmm, what did you say it was?" He teased, flexing the muscle at his cock's root; the tension made her toes curl in excitement.
"Your big, powerful manhood, your thick, amazing penis, the best cock I've felt inside me...and ohhh Tidbit I've felt a
lot
of cocks inside of me," she groaned against the furs. A bead of sweat was trickling down between the definition lines of her back, and her tail was wrapped around his thigh. Her warmth seemed to seethe around the head of his penis, and he pushed it in to enjoy the way she shivered, the squirt of her excitement against his testicles hanging against her thighs.
He actually thought it was sexy, entertaining for his normally humble ego to picture - that this very experienced, sexually charged woman particularly loved his body and what it could do... especially when none had really loved it before.
"I love to look at your back...I actually never thought that a woman's back could be so beautiful, but when you're lying down like this it makes me incredibly hard. Can you feel that? The way my...tip is inside of you now? It's so hard not to just plunge in, like collapsing into a bath."
Z'Sairah crooned in delight. "You don't need to be gentle, I was pleasing myself in anticipation of your arrival, my gigantic hero," she sighed with muffled adoration, squirming her hips from side to side...an invitation he took to give her the whole of his length. The ridges along the underside of his frenum plucked her G-spot like a harp, and when his crown made contact with the firm edge of her fundament her voice rose in song.
"Nnnph it's...it's so exciting when you give me your juices like that. I think, if I fffuck you like this," the word still felt a little sinful on his forked tongue, "you'll give me more..." Tidbit grabbed onto her smooth shoulders and angled his cock forward inside of her, massaging the spongy swell just past her entrance with his distinct frenum. Sure enough, with each thrust she grew wetter and called out louder against the sheets until she soaked his testicles again with her release.
Her ass arched upward, her pink, silken grasp squeezing around the base of his manhood with her excitement. "Yesss..." The Dragonborn smouldered with lust, falling into the flames of sexual need and mating instinct. The brazen creature pulled forth from her quivering depths, prompting another shaky cry of ecstasy from the beautiful sorceress he rode. His cock was shining - long and curved, proud and broad, her juices glistened from his tangerine-thick glans down to the base of his shaft; her nectars dripped from his heavy sack, testimony of her enjoyment.
"Why did you stop?!" The magician asked in an almost petulant tone, looking over her shoulder at him with fiery eyes. She then smirked and rose to her knees, turning to face him. Tidbit recognized that expression - her
I'm going to ravage you
eyes - and excitedly scooted his back against a travel chest. His manhood pulsed for her attention...but instead of crawling atop him, she leaned forward and stroked his shaft with her soft hands...so delicate and pretty when they weren't incinerating or flash-freezing other sentients.
"You always...always create such a mess. If you're not making me gush like a Tanar'Ri in heat, you're shooting your cum in me, across me, against the walls of my tent..." She pressed her pretty mouth to the underside of his cockhead, suckling softly and coaxing a stentorian moan from the Dragonborn.
This was of course another thing he'd only discovered with Z'Sairah, the pleasure of her hungry mouth over his shaft. She wrapped her lips - so novel, so amazing what softskin lips could do - around his crown and stroked her fingers lightly along his curved length, fellating him with shamelessly wet vocalizations. "Tidbit my darling, my...mmmph..." She kissed his testicles, even sucked one into her mouth briefly, "low-slung drake of the North, I have a question..."
Z'Sairah rose and straddled his hips, bracketing her thighs over his and lowering herself onto his crown...and his crown only. "Nnh yes...yes ask me whatever you want," the warrior encouraged, rolling his hips upward needily.
The Tiefling who'd become his regular partner in the night, the woman who daily (and enthusiastically) drained his seed, lowered her hips as she draped her slender arms around his shoulders...but she playfully resisted his attempts to fill her, and her own desire to be filled. "Tidbit my darling, have you been thinking about fucking the Githyanki?" She punctuated the end of her startling question with a happy moan as she engulfed the entirety of his length.
The Brass-Scale's sapphire eyes, glazed and hazy with need, became round as marbles -
how did she know?!
Sensing his discomfort she giggled and traced the edges of his fins with her lips, shifting her hips in serpentine motions that massaged and sucked gloriously at his shaft; he struggled to pull the words from his mind's shallow depths. "I, ah, ummhh no I have...I..." How low would he be if he lied?
"Please don't be mad, you're more than enough for me, really Z'Sairah you're the nicest person in my life and the best thing to come out of this tadpole stuff." His voice quivered with fear of another ensuing abandonment. He meant every word, half expecting her to interrupt his yammering with the harsh censure he deserved.
