Pairings: F Elf x MtF Half-Orc, F human x M lizardfolk on the side
Main Kinks/TWs: Exhibitionism, casual sex, innocence/inexperience, group sex, oral, vaginal, messy cumshots, loss of virginity, interspecies
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'...Sir Garland ran a gloved hand across the princess's stomach, fingers dancing across pale, pristine skin, but stopping short of her heaving bosom. The royal quarters were dark, and lit only by the grace of the moon shining in through the windows.
"I... I should really be leaving, your majesty. This isn't proper..."
"No!" Vernadette pleaded. She grasped one of his muscular forearms and held him when he tried to turn back. "Please! I need this. I need you."
"I know. But it cannot be, not when you'll be marrying the prince of Galingway so soon..."
"Damn the prince!" She cried in a moment of unbridled passion.'
Bundled up under a layer of blankets, Sarrillia -- or Sara, as her friends called her -- sat with her face firmly buried in the book's pages. Her pale, lightly freckled cheeks were flushed red with anticipation. Slender legs squirmed beneath the covers.
She formed a vivid image of the scene in her head -- Princess Vernadette and her loyal retainer, Sir Garland, convening in her quarters. Tensions had blossomed between the two, but it was a forbidden love, since she was arranged to be married to the prince of a neighboring kingdom. But now, those tensions boiled over as the princess bared herself completely to the knight.
It was hard not to skim the dialogue to get to the salacious bits. Sara knew that this was the tipping point in the story where the two would finally consummate their love. As the words grew steamier and the acts described grew more detailed, a dainty hand slid from the book and under the covers. Fingers danced across her nightgown, down her belly. The elven girl's breaths became hot and heavy. She slowly lifted up the bottom of the gown, fingers sliding down the waistband of her panties...
Sara heard something from outside her bedroom. It sounded like the thud of a door shutting, and she withdrew her wandering hand in an instant. "M-mother! Is that you?" she stammered, shutting the book and hiding it under the blanket.
No response.
With a grumble, Sara slid out of bed and peeked outside her door. She lived in one of the upper floors of her family's manor, and the servants surely had to be asleep by this hour. If not them, or one of her parents, then who else could it be?
Sara stepped out and snapped her fingers. Enchanted crystal lamps fitted into the walls lit up with a warm glow, and she winced a bit from the bright light. She rubbed her green eyes and turned around, noticing an open window.
A familiar figure stood right beside it.
The human girl stood with a sly smile, hands on her hips. Her brown hair was cut short, as opposed to Sara's golden locks that flowed over her shoulders.
The elf's pointed ears twitched, and her expression changed from shock to exasperation. "M-Marie? What are you doing here?"
"Ya' left the window open." Marie chuckled and jerked a thumb towards it -- as if that were a perfectly acceptable reason for breaking into someone's home unannounced.
"I... You know what I mean, Marie," Sara sighed. "My parents would have a fit if they knew about this; you know how they feel. They'd probably start installing magic locks on all the windows..."
Marie shrugged. "Eh. I'd just learn how to pick those. And to answer your question, I'm here to check in on you, girl. It's been... What, weeks? I missed you."
Suddenly, she pulled Sara into a squeezing hug, burying her face against the elf's shoulder. Sara's arms fell limp at her sides for but a moment, before she sighed and returned the embrace. "I know, I'm sorry... I've just been so busy with the engagement and all -- "
Marie stepped away when she mentioned that, a scowl crossing her face. "Ugh, please don't tell me you're seriously gonna go through with this. Come on Sara, have you even met the guy?"
"Of course I have! Our families are close, and they've been setting us up on all these dates. And Terrian is... Well he's... Nice," she struggled to find the words. Her eyes shifted back and forth, then cast towards the floor.
Her fascination with that novel wasn't a coincidence. The elven girl couldn't deny to herself that she was holding onto something when she read it, a fantasy to escape from the expectations and responsibilities of life as a noble girl. She wished she could be more like Princess Vernadette. Brave, fearless, and willing to cast aside all the privileges of her royal blood if it meant choosing her own destiny.
"Nice? That's it? Oh, he's a dick, isn't he? You don't even have to tell me -- when you've been born with a silver spoon in your mouth and had everything in life, even a bride for goddess' sake handed to you on a plate, how could you end up not being a dick?" Maria huffed and crossed her arms. "No offense, I mean. You're not a dick. Or a cunt I suppose."
"None taken." Sara shrugged. "So, is that the real reason you're here? To convince me to upend my life and call off the engagement?"
"Yeah, kinda. Buuuut if you're dead set on going through with this -- in my humble opinion -- terrible life decision, I do have a plan B."
A familiar dread welled up in Sara, the kind that came whenever the human girl was hatching some kind of scheme. "Oh goddess... Do I even want to know?"
Marie grinned and jabbed a finger at Sara's chest. "I'm taking you on a girl's night out! It's damsel's night at the Wilted Rose, and there's no way we're missing an opportunity like this! So get yourself dressed and let's go!"
"T-the Wilted Rose? Isn't that some kind of brothel?"
"Brothel? Nah, it's more like a bar. Kinda," she said, heading into Sara's room and opening her wardrobe, casually sifting through the array of outfits. "You don't need to wear anything fancy, just can't have you showing up in your nightgown is all. Well, I guess you actually could..."
Sara threw up her hands in frustration. " Kind of a bar? Your lack of a straight answer isn't very reassuring."
"...You'll see," Marie sang with her signature grin of utter, chaotic mischief.
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"This is ridiculous!" Sara huffed. "Do you know what could happen if my parents notice I'm missing? They could rally the whole city guard to look for me! It would be a disaster! And oh goddess, if they found me here..."
Hugging herself against the chilly night air, she made her way across the city streets with Marie as her guide and protector. The outfit she'd decided on was a simple green tunic and flowing white skirt. They were clearly still higher-quality in material than what a commoner could usually afford, but it was unlikely to draw much attention. Marie just wore her tight cloth shorts, leather vest, and undershirt.
Sara would be quite wary traveling down this part of the city at night, not just as a woman, but someone with a connection to nobility. With Marie at her side however, the young elf felt... safe. She might've been defenseless, but Marie was a scrapper at heart -- the type that wouldn't hesitate to throw herself at someone twice her size to protect a friend, or an innocent bystander. Sara knew this from experience.
After all, that was how they met, and how their friendship began.
"Quit yer' worrying love, we're almost there!" Marie laughed.
Sara panted, struggling to catch up to her friend. "You know, you never did explain what a damsel's night is anyways."
"Damsel's night -- my adorable, sheltered little elf -- is a night where us ladies come first!" she giggled. "No boys allowed and girls get in free! It'll be perfect -- one last celebration of all the best things in life before you're stuck on the ol' ball and chain. Drinking, dancing, fucking, and hedonism in all it's glory!"
"I-I don't think I really value any of those things, Marie!"
Eventually, the pair arrived in front of the Wilted Rose. It was one of the cornerstones of city nightlife -- the fact that even a sheltered noblegirl like Sara had heard of it in passing spoke to its significance. Artwork drawn along the establishment's front depicted silhouettes of women from various races, all in provocative poses. Legs were spread, ample chests and rears emphasized, and poles swung from. Sara felt her face heating up just looking at it. A banner hung beneath the artwork to advertise damsel's night.
"Marie, I'm really not sure about -- ah!"
"Oh no! no turning back girlie!" Marie pulled the elf girl inside. Beyond the front entrance were a pair of burly orc bouncers, who were no doubt hired to enforce the night's ladies only policy. They cast a quick glance towards the girls, then stepped aside without a word.
"Ehm, thanks..." Sara muttered, always instinctively polite.
As the pair stepped into the main entrance, nothing could've prepared the innocent elf girl for what was inside.
She expected such a place to be grimy. She expected to be assailed with the overpowering smells of sweat, lust, and alcohol -- instead, her nose was tickled with scents of vanilla and lavender, emanating from candles that were set up to provide warm, intimate lighting, along with crystal lamps that faded between shades of blue, red, and violet. She did smell some alcohol of course, but it wasn't overbearing.
The sight of topless men and women should've been the least surprising thing about this, but the girl still froze upon seeing a pair of bare green breasts. Said chest belonged to a tall half-orc who wore nothing but a skirt around her waist, walking proudly with her chiseled upper body on full display.
