Spoiler Tags: Transformation, Kitsune, Monstergirl, Adventure, Vampire, Urban Fantasy, Femdom, Orc, Shapeshifter, Seduction
Eventually, with enough cajoling, Tara and I convinced Opal to rise and don a robe. Once we did, we crept out of the mostly emptied arena, managing to avoid recognition from any of Opal's new fans. We reached Diana's complex and safely navigated the opulent hallways to our shared room.
Tara did something with her phone that resulted in delicious buffalo wings being dropped off at our front door. Opal fell on them with a fervor, taking delight in telling me which ones she wanted and having me feed her. She also enjoyed giving me some tips to handle my new tusks.
I still struggled.
I'm glad she's partially over her unearned worship of me. I like this familiarity a lot more
It was fun, and I wouldn't have known anything was wrong until I felt a twinge of jealousy run through my bond with Tara.
Her face didn't really give anything away but for the small things. The slight pinch of her lips. The lack of warmth in her eyes. Her flat tail. When I put it all together, I pinched my brow, frustrated with myself. I took one of the sauce-covered boneless chunks of chicken and began to extend it her way.
Those lovely gold eyes lit up and her tail twitched behind her. Her focus absolute, she stilled for a short moment before lunging forward and adroitly snaring the morsel from my fingers. She covered her mouth with her hand, eyes dancing with mirth.
Opal drew my attention with a poke on my side. She begged with an adorable frown around her tusks. Her eyelashes batted cutely, her pout incredibly effective.
I held out a barbecue drumstick. Leaning in, she held back her hair as she delicately pulled the meat from the bone. Thus was the game set, as I bounced between the two women occasionally taking a piece for myself. I was messy, my new mouth ornaments proving unwieldy but this only added to my companions amusement. We ate until we were all stuffed and our bodies recommended a nice food-coma.
We chose instead to put on some romantic television show I wasn't familiar with and arranged a cozy watching nest of soft pillows. After the fort was deemed structurally sound, we settled on the bed. Or at least,
I
settled on the bed. Tara followed after, practically crawling into my lap, finding a way to press herself to me without being smothering. Opal chose the floor even though there was plenty of extra room for her.
"There's enough room up here," I prompted, pointing to the ample space next to me.
Her thick-black hair brushed against the edge of the bed, her eyes telling me she knew something I didn't. "I'm fine here. It gives me opportunities I otherwise wouldn't have."
"Huh?" I arched my brow, but no further information was forthcoming.
Instead Opal returned her attention to the television. Shrugging, I did the same. A couple minutes later I felt a hand touch my forearm. It slid exploratorily up to my elbow before shifting directions and heading down to my hand. Green fingers lightly captured my pinky and drug it off the mattress to settle on her head. My forehead pinched and I didn't move, curious to see where she was going with this. Opal wiggled her head from side to side and I finally got the hint. Curling my fingers, I scratched her scalp. Her movement stopped and I could feel her pulsing satisfaction and love through our bond. A corner of my lip curled up in a smirk as I returned my attention to the drama on screen, continuing to massage her scalp and enjoy the closeness and wonderful sensation of her hair flowing around my fingertips.
Inspired by our green girl, Tara also took the opportunity presented by her position. Finding my free hand with her tail, she took it and placed it on the soft skin of her stomach that was exposed by her tactfully bunched up shirt.
"Love you," she whispered affectionately to me.
I swallowed at the sudden escalation. My hand on Opal paused as I froze. Opal let out a low whine and wiggled her head again.
I dutifully resumed the scratches. My other hand trembled a little at the feeling Tara's delicious abs that slowly rose and fell with her breathing. I was sure they could sense my rising attraction and nervousness. They remained gentle, not doing anything further to escalate the situation.
At least, not until I'd had time to adjust and grow comfortable. Then they moved nearly simultaneously. Opal took my hand over her head and shoulder, down her chest to rest on the gentle curve of a breast. Tara took my other hand and slipped it beneath her underwear, to the warm cleft between her legs. She parted her thighs and arched her back a little to give me better access to the soft folds of her pussy. My swallow was almost audible.
Torment. They're tormenting me. Teasing me in the best worst possible way. And I love them for it.
Pulse hammering in my chest, my eyes pointed at the television but didn't see anything. For a long moment I didn't move, some deep-seated fear kept me from moving, in case it shattered the illusion and I'd find myself alone in my dorm room bed once more. Opal shimmied her shoulders, jiggling her breasts and bringing me back into the moment. Tara followed up by a gentle press of her hand, forcing the tip of my middle finger to dip ever so shallowly into her sex. My erection pressed into my kitsune's backside. None of us were paying any attention whatsoever to the television that continued to display the show.
Tara turned her head, entrancing me with those brilliant golden eyes. Bending her head back, her lips parted mine with a kiss, her tongue plumbing the depths of my mouth. Her tail wrapped around my thigh as the atmosphere in the room grew ever more heated.
Then the moment was shattered by the nock on the door. I instinctively ripped a nearby pillow to cover my erect cock that was now exposed, Tara somehow having found the time and space to pull down my pants and underwear without me noticing. Unfortunately the pillow I'd grabbed happened to be a structurally significant one. The mound holding us up toppled over to the side taking Tara and I with it. We blinked at each other on our sides for an instant before Tara's lips curled into a familiar foxy grin and she pulled my nose into kissing range.
"One moment, lover. Let me rid us of this interruption and we can get back to more important matters." Kicking off with her toes, she somersaulted across the mattress and onto her feet where she stalked to the door. Unconcerned with her own partial impropriety of her lowered pants, she thoughtfully preserved mine by only cracking open the door to speak to whoever waited there.
Tara had an arched brow as she looked back at us. "Opal, do you know someone by the name of Twill?"
"Twill?! Twill is that you?"
"'Tis indeed I, mistress." Whoever this person was to Opal, his voice was childlike and a little nasally.
"Let him in," she commanded, before twitching. A twinge of shame came through our bond. "Please, my queen."
"Of course, no offense taken," Tara responded. The door swung open and permitted a small, scaled head to press through the doorway.
The three-foot-small creature walked upright and had a stubby lizard tail swinging behind him. The creature's features reminded me of a triceratops, with two nubby forward-facing horns curling from the crown of an otherwise human face. His eyes were adorable large and a sharply tailored, vest shirt combo draped down far enough to tickle his knees. He stood upright at attention, closed fist held to his breast with the other at his lower back. His eyes glittered with unshed emotion.
It only took Opal a beat before she slid forward and cradled him to her chest. "Twill! It's so good to see you."
Twill looked uncomfortable with the effusive greeting. "Please mistress, you're making a scene."
I caught Tara's attention with a wide-eyed stare and an inquisitive whisper. "What's going on?"
When Tara spoke, she directed it at the two green-colored individuals who were hugging warmly. "We'll give you a moment to catch up." She hauled me into the bathroom, her tail twitching mischievously against my stomach. We weren't two steps inside with the door closed when she was all over me. Her kiss was so intense it felt like she was trying to suck out my soul. And she came damn close. My insides shuddered with reciprocated desire as the kiss dragged on, our individual arousal's stoking each other into a roaring bonfire of mutual lust.
After she'd sufficiently softened every piece of me but one, she hopped onto the bathroom counter and beckoned me. I hardly required the encouragement, my body already drifting towards her like a cartoon pig toward a pile of food. She'd, by some magician's trick, slipped out of her rumpled clothes, her svelte nude form begging for attention.
A moan began to issue from my core before it was stifled by Tara's lips. "Careful now," she murmured playfully as her heels tapped against the back of my knees. "I didn't lock the door. Wouldn't want any unwanted guests, would we?" she teased.
The thought of Opal or Twill walking in on me got my pulse racing even higher. I tried to extricate myself from her grasp to go lock the door but she stopped me with her clever fingers and another scorching kiss. Arousal warred with reason and emerged victorious.
It'll probably be fine. Twill and Opal looked like they had a fair amount of catching up to do. Besides, it's kind of spicy to think that they could walk in here at any moment and catch us like this.
...
Which Tara probably already knows...
That mischievous minx! She's trying to push my buttons.
I paused, considering the appropriate response. Tara did not give the necessary time or space for critical thinking, her fluffy tail pressed into my thighs, moving me even closer. I revealed my throbbing cock, my shorts dropping to the ground. The tile was cold under my feet as I stepped out of them. Her skin was warm as my mostly firm cock settled onto her soft mons that was decorated with an artful patch of fuzz. My ears tingled as they migrated northward, becoming a mirror image of Tara's expressive points that twitched curiously. Her golden eyes gleamed with warmth, our bond buzzing fondly.
"It's like a little piece of me you can take with you. Little peaks of our love," she said sweetly, unaware of just how endearing those words were to me. My new fluffy auditory radar dishes flicked while I stared at her.
"What?" Brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, she blushed, almost demure for once.
"I
love
you, Tara. Just so... More... Words!" I exclaimed exasperatedly, failing to find the appropriate words to encompass what she meant to me. A little too loudly.
She smirked and held a finger up to her lovely lips.
Even if I couldn't find the right phrase to express my feelings, I could show her with my body. She was slick with arousal as I lowered my cock to taste the silken feel of her. Her eyes hooded expectantly, heels tapping against my back as she spread for me. I pressed forward smoothly, her gentle warmth spreading and holding me tight. Her nails scraped against the counter, the sound a sharp counterpoint to our dual, low-pitched, moans of enjoyment. We moved in tandem, our sexes coming together even as I cupped her chin and kissed her cheek.
The world stopped existing.
It was just the two of us, displaying our love in the purest form we could find. Doing our best to please the other while receiving the same in turn. She started to pant, sweat covering the both of us as we folded in and around each other. Her heels came up to my lower back, falling away and thumping down with every thrust. My hand curled down her shoulder blade and back, supporting her to keep from slipping on the granite countertop. The inevitable orgasm found Tara first, her stomach tightening a guttural cry began to precipitate from her lips. I swallowed it with another kiss, this time it was my eyes that danced with mirth as I watched her golden ones luxuriate in her release. When she came back to her senses, I could tell she was grateful for my assistance.
With her impressive fine motor skills, it didn't take her long to push me over my cliff. I bit my tongue as I ground into her body, my cock flexing inside of her. She gave me a double thumbs up and I couldn't help but chuckle and nod in agreement. After cleaning ourselves off with a short shower, we emerged from the bathroom to a slow clap from Opal. Twill was busy moving around the room straightening up the pillows and various articles of piles of clothing that had found themselves growing about the room. Upon seeing me, he slammed ramrod straight to attention, right next to Opal.
"I take it you and Twill are done catching up?" I asked hopefully.
Maybe they didn't notice?
Judging from Opal's amused expression, that didn't seem likely. As far as Twill was concerned, I couldn't really tell, he kept the same even expression he'd worn in the entirety of the short time I'd known him.
"Yes, master," Opal answered. She idly scratched at the scales on top of the hairless creature's head, much like I'd done to her.
