Notes:
While I try to keep revising my work to avoid annoying typos, I tend to miss some. If you spot any, please let me know down in the comments.
Enjoy!
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Laura straightened her dress nervously once again before knocking on the door.
She had put on her best dress, a lovely white one with a little black underbust that helped her raise her petite bust and make it look a bit fuller.
The young woman tried tightening the underbust a bit more, but to no avail, so she gave up and checked her shoes.
They were some flat and cute black shoes, she got them to go to the temple with her mother, but it felt appropriate to wear them now to meet her saviours. They also looked perfect with her ankle high white socks.
As she checked her clothing again and again, she noticed that there was a mirror in the hallway of the inn, so she stood in front of it and once again tried to wrangle her curls into something that wasn't her usual crazy red mane.
But her hair wouldn't be defeated today, as per usual, and the most she managed to do is keep the frizz to a minimum.
She exhaled towards the mirror annoyed, she looked so plain, she thought. Just another red haired country girl with a freckled face, tiny frame and unruly hair.
Laura wasn't even sure why she was dressing up as if this was some kind of date, her saviours were married after all, and she was just coming to say thank you again for their help.
But then again, not everyday you find yourself chased by angry monsters to a ridge, fall down and get rescued in the nick of time by a couple of beautiful adventurers.
Maybe she just couldn't help it. They were so gorgeous and imposing, that she wanted them to think, hey that girl we saved was not just some country bumpkin, but actually kind of cute.
She sighed and picked up the basket with the bottles of wine and cheese that she got them, and faced the door of the room they were using at the inn.
The innkeeper was a family friend and had given them the room for free for a few nights. He was currently out for some errands, so it was the perfect time to do this without embarrassing herself in front of more people.
Finally ready, or at least as ready as she'd ever be, Laura knocked the door gently and waited for an answer.
"Who is it?" said a firm but sweet female voice from inside.
Laura felt the words choking on her throat.
"Um... hi! Em... it's Laura, the... the girl from the other day? On the ridge!" she took a small breath and wiggled nervously. "I just wanted to say thank you again! Brought you some treats too!."
Oh, by the gods she sounded like a stupid teenager. Pull yourself together, she thought, you're not a small child anymore, but a grown woman.
"Oh! You shouldn't have, sweetie! Please come in!" the voice said from the other side.
Laura smiled, bolstered by the encouragement, and carefully opened the door, stepping as she did so.
And as she stood there inside the room, she suddenly became petrified and blushed red as a ripe tomato.
Leona and Miguel, the adventurer couple that had saved her, were almost naked. Their gorgeous bodies smooth and shiny, probably from a recent bath.
"Awwww, look how red she is, so cute," said Leona, tussling Laura's hair. "It's OK sweetie, we just had a wash, come in and get comfy."
Laura felt as if she had just stepped into a lion's den, but she couldn't hide her excitement at seeing them both again... and to see them like this. Good thing her dress covered her thighs, because it would have been obvious how much she was squeezing them to keep her suddenly burning nethers from setting the room on fire.
She closed the door without a word and nervously walked towards a wicker chair in the room, trying her best to hide how flustered she was.
As much as she was trying not to ogle, she just couldn't help herself.
Leona was even more gorgeous than she remembered. The tall woman had a strong amazonian body, her muscles, while not bulging, were more than evident and brimmed with energy. She had a curvaceous shape, with a ripped belly that you could probably use as a cutting board, head crushing thighs on long sinuous legs and a generous bust.
Her hair was a blonde mane, almost as unruly as Laura's, that was so vivid it made her think of gold and sunrises. Emerald green eyes looked at her with care but also a glint of hunger, or was Laura projecting her desires?
Leona was only wearing some cotton shorts, and was obviously very comfortable in her nudity. Laura noticed she had a tattoo or brand on the inside of her right thigh that looked vaguely like a lion's paw. She wondered what it meant.
Realizing that the paladin had noticed her ogling, Laura averted her gaze, but as if cornered it landed on Miguel.
That was not actually his name, she had been told, but it's the one he used in human lands for convenience. He was a tall dark elf, with beautiful ebony skin and a long smooth mane of white hair that made her think of the softest silk.
His eyes were a deep shade of purple, and he looked at her with a warm and caring smile.
Laura almost lost her mind seeing his body. It was smooth like marble, making his prominent muscles stand out even more. She thought someone could probably crack their head against his firm chest and pecs. As Leona, he was only wearing some comfortable shorts, and Laura bit her lip as she noticed his noticeable crotch bulge.
Damn her dirty thoughts, this was not why she was here! Or was it?
Just as she was about to sit on the chair, Leona got her attention by gently pulling her dress.
"Don't sit there alone, silly, come here with us!" Leona sat on the bed and tapped a small space between her and Miguel.
Laura's heart almost shot out of her chest.
Were they coming onto her?
Because they wouldn't have to work hard for it.
So flustered she could barely think, she sat between them on the bed, her little basket sitting on her lap as she clenched her legs so hard they were aching all over.
Her eyes were unfocused and darting all over the floor, trying her best to avoid eye contact.
She shivered as Leona started playing with her hair.
"Are you uncomfortable, honey? If we are bothering you, you can tell me to stop anytime," Leona said to comfort her, but probably knowing well that Laura was loving this, despite her panicked exterior.
"No... no... I'm good, yes, good," Laura babbled while playing with her basket. She was more than good, in fact. Brimming with desire would have been more appropriate, but externally she probably looked more like she was about to explode into a puddle.
Leona and Miguel gave her a wide smile and Leona grabbed her basket gently, putting it on her lap and checking the contents.
Laura felt very exposed now that there was nothing hiding her burning crotch.
"Oh, sweetie, you shouldn't have! This wine looks fantastic! And we do love us some cheese," Leona said, putting the basket aside and giving her a kiss on the cheek."
Poor Laura's brain was currently short-circuiting, stuck between crazy arousal and epic shyness.
Leona looked at Miguel with a cheeky face.
"Told you this one is a cutie bottom," she said while holding Laura by the waist.
"Good thing I didn't bet anything," said Miguel, giggling and giving his wife a passionate kiss over Laura, all while gently putting his big hand on the short red-head's thigh.
A bottom?, Laura thought. She had heard that before. The way Leona said it sounded cheeky, but not mocking her.
"Shall we give her a treat for being so kind to us? She didn't owe us anything for saving her," said Leona, gently sliding away Laura's dress from her shoulders and touching her bare skin.
Laura found this electrifying, she was quickly losing her mind. In the past, she had some flings with cute townsfolk and passers-by, but never something like this.
"I think I know what kind of treat you had in mind," said Miguel standing up, his crotch right about face level with the cute Laura, who could not avoid staring straight at his crotch.
As if reading her mind, Leona pulled Miguel's shorts down, and his erect penis jumped out as it was freed from its tight container, almost hitting Laura in the face.
The young woman sat there, staring at it, as if a nun had just been visited by her god.
It was as ebony as the rest of Miguel's body, totally hairless, as it's common for elves, and thick like the meatiest sausage she had ever seen.
Ropey pulsating veins crossed it, all while the impressive phallus pulsated mere millimetres from her face.
"You like what you see, honey?" Leona whispered into Laura's ear. "You're practically drooling."
Laura checked her lips with one hand while her gaze stayed firmly locked on Miguel's penis, and the paladin was right, a bit of drool was forming on the edge of her mouth.
As she did this, Leona gently pushed Laura's head forwards, pressing her nose and lips against Miguel's burning testicles, his dick resting on her nose and his glans throbbing on her head.
The smell was overpowering. It was awakening in Laura an almost animalistic desire, but at the same time, she knew she was at their mercy, like a small kitten trapped between two powerful lions.
Her tongue came out of her mouth almost via its own volition, and she licked Miguel's balls with pathetic neediness.
"This is my husband's cock," Leona said, in a firm and possessive tone. "And you will worship it like it deserves, understand, kitten?."
Laura nodded, almost going cross-eyed as she noticed her panties were soaking wet due to arousal.
"Good girl," said Leona, kissing Laura's cheek. "Say thank you for the honour, Daddy, to Miguel."
Daddy?!
