"My turn."
Juliet groaned internally at the thought of having to reorganize her work, but that internalization was quashed by a harsh spike of lust as her ass hit the desk and papers flew everywhere. Tir quickly wrapped her arms underneath Juliet's thighs, hiking her robes up and diving underneath them. There was no hesitation in the warrior's movements - her fists gripped the white fabric as her tongue found its target and flattened against the enchantress' cunt. Juliet's concentration on her spell shattered as heat began to spread through her belly and thighs. Tir was relentless, licking from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her clit and swirling the tip of her tongue around it. Occasionally she'd dip into the opening, filling her enough to tease but never enough to satisfy.
Her shoulders shifted under Juliet's thighs as her hands reached up, gripped the plunging center of her robes and ripped the fabric apart, displaying skin and scales to the cool air of the underground work space.
"Fuck, ah, you - those were, ah, new robes." Her voice was coming out strained and suddenly she actually had to concentrate on breathing in between rushes of pleasure coming from her lower body. Tir's eyes met hers as she swiped her broad tongue up once more and popped her head up over the tear in her robes, a string of wetness clinging to the tip as she drew it back into her mouth, swallowed, and grinned.
"Get better ones then, I'll pay for 'em." Her left arm slipped under Juliet's hips and lifted her easily up to slide the fabric out from underneath her, the expensive material slipping off the desk and onto the floor with a small gasp from the dragonblooded. Juliet was momentarily irritated by thoughts of having to contact that skilled dressmaker in the bazaar before Tir readjusted her grip and dove back in. Her mental notes were erased as an unabashed moan fell out of her mouth, driven by the flood of sensation slowly taking over her brain.
Now unhindered by clothing Tir's hands moved over Juliet's scales, heat from her palms hitting the normally cool surface of the pearly white beaded patterns. The rhythm her fingertips created against the scales sent vibrations through her stomach and made her nerves buzz pleasantly. As she turned her head to avoid seeing her body betray her, she caught sight of herself in the large mirror she often used for scrying.
Strands of long silver hair were plastered to her temples with sweat, her back was arched up as she moved her hips slightly with every flick of the tongue on her clit and there was an extremely hot and fully clothed dwarf between her open legs currently devouring her pussy and pressing her fingertips against the bottom of Juliet's breasts. Her robes lay in a crumpled ratty heap around Tir's feet, a far cry from their routine impeccable presentation.
The face that stared back at her mirrored the dirtied robe on the floor. Her head was arched back, mouth open and eyes glossy with pleasure. She sucked in a harsh breath as one of Tir's fingers brushed her left nipple, already stiff from the air chilling her skin. The dwarf noticed and slotted it between her fore and middle finger, pinching it gently as she cupped her breast. Her other hand moved to run a thumb along her right nipple and Juliet swallowed a whimper, closing her throat the second she felt herself let it go.
Cold air hit her scorching pussy as Tir lifted her mouth from the sinful patterns her tongue was drawing along the outer edges of her lips.
"I wanna hear what I do to you Jules, don't hold back from me."
Her left hand retreated down Juliet's body and slid out from underneath her thigh. Tir placed her palm against the tense interior muscle of Juliet's thigh that led directly to her soaking wet cunt and rubbed the skin there, sending sparks of need rippling up her spine.
Juliet's functional logic system must have been experiencing some glitching because it took her more time to realize what was about to happen than it took for Tir to place two fingers at her slick entrance and press them easily inside of her. The moan that ripped through her throat was primal - something within her she rarely let surface released itself and her brain clouded over with a pleasure filled fog. Tir gripped her breast tightly, rubbing a finger over her nipple, and buried her fingers in slick wet heat.
"Fuck that's hot, keep doing THAT."
Juliet could barely hear the dwarf as her mind shut off and she fell headfirst into bodily sensations. Her sharpened claws gouged the polished wood of her desk as they scraped across it, her hands looking for any sense of solid grip they could find as her nerves felt like they were drowning in ecstasy. Her tail curled around Tir's ribs and pulled her closer, forcing her face back down between her trembling thighs. The dwarf chuckled, her breath causing Juliet to growl as it ghosted across her skin.
She was done with the teasing, the light banter, the flirting. A clawed hand reached down and gripped thick red hair at the root, forcing Tir's tongue against her flesh.
The dwarf needed no other command. The dragonblooded had a half second to gloat before Tir began to suck on her clit, the tip of her tongue moving slowly around it creating an entirely new sensation. At the same time her fingers twisted around and angled up, the position making the despoiled enchantress feel fuller and forcing whines from her throat.
She would die before she would fucking beg.
Tir slowly pulled her fingers a few inches out before slamming them back in, curling them at the very last second, and starting a punishing rhythm that forced the air from Juliet's lungs and made her entire body tense up with coiling pleasure. The feeling of the dwarf's thick fingers inside her, fucking into her with precision and consistency, made her toes curl and her belly burn. The grip on her breast tightened and painful pleasure from her nipple raced to join the other cresting waves as Juliet let go and came harder than she had in a very long time. Her muscles clenched around Tir's fingers and she felt a sharp release inside her pussy where Tir had been pressing. Liquid pooled out of her and covered her desk as her grip on Tir's hair tightened rapidly.
Her mind had a moment to wonder what that strange noise was coming from before she realized it was her and she was screaming. Her throat was raw from moaning already and as her body collapsed back with release and exhaustion she swallowed dryly, eyes rolling back with the force of her orgasm. Tir slowed her fingers until they were gently rocking in and out of her, drawing soft moans from Juliet's raw throat as she teased the aftershocks through her. Her scales rippled when her muscles twitched and Tir drew her mouth away from her over sensitive clit to tease the skin of her thigh with her lips.
"Feeling relaxed?"
Juliet huffed out a laugh, body flooding with tingling warmth from the fingers gently fucking her into the afterglow.
"Yes. Never call me Jules again."
The dwarf laughed and pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her lips and sucking them into her mouth. Her eyes closed and she groaned as she cleaned Juliet's sea salt slick off of them. The dragonblooded felt her cunt twitch at the sight, her nose inhaling the heady scent of Tir's arousal beneath her. Her hand felt like lead but she lifted it anyway, drawing her fingers through the air. A small coil of rope levitated out of a drawer in her desk like a snake and wrapped around Tir's wrist.
"Are ye ready for round two?"
