"
Awww.
Isn't that
sooooo
much better, sweetiepie?"
"
Soooo
much sweeter."
"Our
sweeeet
girl."
"Silly sugarplum."
As the buxom berrymaids massaged her between their hot bodies, Limini squirmed and bit her lip to hold in her cries. The bounty hunter's bright blue eyes were half-shut, and her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair kept getting in them as she was passed around between her five captresses, their forms as supple as ballerinas and as soft as ripe peaches
For a moment, she was faced upward, an opportunity Limini took to glare balefully at the seventh woman in the clearing. "D-Dirty trick, Emma."
Emma smiled down at her. Her copper eyes glinted in amusement, and her plump, dark lips twitched toward a mischievous smirk as she admired Limini's state. "Trouble with the passion fruit, Minnie?"
"I—unh!" Limini gasped as a tongue started lapping at her pussy. "Y-You don't—b-bad faith, Emma!"
"Oh, hush." Emma giggled as Limini was rolled onto her belly and taken in a passionate kiss by a sultry redhead with skin the color of madrone bark and lips guava pink—and guava-sweet. "You already broke that rule in the Wastes last year.
Very
out of bounds."
"O-Oh, right." Limini moaned and squirmed. "B-But still—th-this is way, way—
oh
—
way worse!
"
Emma pouted. "It's not
so
far. Sounds like...
sour grapes
."
"Oh,
dear!
" breathed the dryads' leader, Lilikoi, as she rolled Limini around—kneading her tits—and fixed the bounty hunter with a wide-eyed look of sympathy. "
Still
so
sour
, sweetiepie? We need to
fix that right up!
"
Limini tried to glower, despite the brain-melting massage her tits and ass were getting, not to mention the delectable tongue at her cunt. "Emma," she growled, "you
know
we aren't allowed—allowed—" She blinked rapidly, trying to keep her eyes on Emma as Lilikoi started idly playing with her
own
tits. "We have a... have a..."
Lilikoi beamed, leaning in. "Ooh, you were right, Emmie!" she cooed, batting her eyelashes at Limini. "Do we like boobies, sweetie girl? Bouncy-bounce? Heehee!"
"N-No," Limini mumbled, her eyes drifting helplessly towards Lilikoi's magnificent rack. The pleasure was overwhelming. "Emma, y-you... not
fair
..."
"I told you," Emma said indulgently. "My Minnie is such a
sucker
for girls with big breasts. She loves mine the most, of course!"
"Nn..." Limini licked her lips, watching the tits jiggle, feeling relaxation creeping in. "Mm... cheater..."
"Winner," Emma corrected. Limini heard jangling as the rival mercenary lowered to crouch beside her.
"Mm..." Limini's eyelids fluttered.
Bouncy-bouncy
. "S-Still... still with the snake jewelry, Emma?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Emma flush pink.
Limini and Emma had often tangled over jobs in the past—as two of the best (and most amoral) mercenaries around, the witch and wizardess ran into each other all-too-often. They had certain rules for fair play. Chief among them: no messing with each other off-the-job.
They were both hot on the trail of a red-haired sorceress named Vivi. Until the job had officially started—until they knew they were close to her—Limini wasn't allowed to mess with Emma, and vice versa. It made off-the-job... liaisons a little safer. Apparently, Emma felt that they were close enough to Vivi now to start bending the truce.
That was useful intel, but Limini wasn't happy about how she'd learned it.
"It's just decorative," Emma retorted. She brushed her long dark curls from her face, leaning in close. Her own tits, even larger than Lilikoi's (though her Amazonian build made them a little less absurd), were barely contained by a strip of cloth, and they caught Limini's eye unerringly. As did the pretty green serpent tattoos coiling around her shoulders and down her sides.
Emma Rose was desperately, almost adorably afraid of snakes. Part of that was due to her reliance on a certain rabbit spirit for her magic, and part of it had always been with her. Limini was one of the few who knew about it. In fact, she'd been the one to suggest the jewelry and tattoos—a way of facing her fears, and of hiding them from other enemies.
It had been a nice gesture for a sometimes-ally and lover. It had also been a useful way to make sure that only Limini would know the greatest weakness of her often-rival. Unfortunately, right now all she could do with that knowledge was make snide remarks, and they both knew it.
"I bet it is." Limini licked her lips again, watching Emma's tits quiver. She was so thirsty. So... so
bouncy
...
And this time, Emma appeared to notice that neediness. The northerner witch smiled slyly. "Aw, is my Minnie thirsty?"
"
Ooh!
" Lilikoi paused her bouncing, blinking wide eyes. "
IS
she?"
Limini gulped. "W-Wait, Emma—I need to tell you—"
"She looks thirsty!" Emma cooed, nodding eagerly. She bounced in place with a giggle. "Are we a
thirsty girl?
"
Limini's lips parted. "Limini is a thirsty girl," she whimpered.
Emma knew some of her weaknesses, too.
The passion berrymaids were suddenly all aflutter with delight and mock-concern for her, their poor, thirsty girl. "No
wonder
you're so sour!" Lilikoi purred, stroking Limini's hair. "Poor Minnie needs a little
sip!
"
"Don't call her that," Emma said coolly, rising to her feet as the berrymaids lowered Limini to the grass and rose up around her, giggling down at their prize.
"Emma," Limini whined pathetically, as the tongue between her legs sped up. But when she realized Lilikoi was taking her head and guiding it to her chest, she gave one last frantic cry. "Emma, you don't know—tracks—I saw sna—
mmmf! Mmm...
"
Lilikoi took eager advantage of her open mouth to slip a nipple in. Limini felt her mind suddenly melt as her lips automatically closed around it.
"
Drink up, sweetiepie,"
the berrymaids hissed in her ears as she moaned and started to helplessly, meekly suckle. "
Get all niiiiice and sweet!
"
"Bye, Minnie," Emma said sweetly, turning to go, the bangles around her wrists ringing softly in her departure. "You can tell me when I get back to you. I am sure you will be so
sweetly grateful
for the rescue by then, you won't even mind that you lost the bounty!"
"Mmmm!" Limini half-protested, as molten pleasure and mind-breaking sweetness started to pour into her, as the licking between her legs started driving her wild and she realized she was so, so close to coming—"
MMMMM!"
Emma paused and turned. For a moment, Limini thought she was going to change her mind—show mercy, as she sometimes had before (and then, had always been made to regret, once Limini was through with her).
But instead, Emma giggled and leaned down to plant a kiss on Limini's cheek. "Bye, Minnie!" she sang. "Be a good,
thirsty
girl now."
The words sank into Limini like pure, addictive honey. Limini's eyes half-closed, and she lost herself to the orgasm, to the sweet nectar, to the tits, to the relaxing massage, to the coos of delight and encouragement endlessly filling her emptying head.
And for a while, she completely forgot that she'd been planning to warn Emma that she hadn't actually been hunting Vivi just yet. She'd been tracking a different quarry.
An old enemy who she'd once just barely escaped from.
~ ~ ~ ~
Emma made her way through the jungle, unable to help strutting a little bit, a sly, confident smirk on her dark, fulsome lips. She hadn't expected to run into Limini so soon, but as always, the
darling
girl was just a molten mess for boobies.
She giggled, glancing down slyly at her own improbably massive chest—barely contained by the strip of cloth she liked to call a shirt. Ever since she'd worked out the witchery to keep the weight off her back, she'd loved to bare as much as possible. It always turned Limini into a sweet, slutty, stammering, babbling mess to watch her bounce and jiggle.
Emma almost wished she could have spent more time with her darling Minnie, to
really
play around with her a little. Odds were good that Limini would manage to break free before Emma got back, after all. But, well, work was work. There would be time for play later.
The jungle witch crouched down low, scanning the treeline. Her natural fitness and her magic combined to astounding effect, her muscles rippling as she knelt. Her luscious bubble butt stuck straight out behind her, scantily covered by her thong. Any lucky witness would be helplessly drawn to her gorgeous ass, its natural shape and tone complemented by the twining serpent tattoos that drew the eye right down her back and to the curve.
Her toes curled and dug into the mossy earth. Her grip tightened on the spear she always carried—a two-pronged spear almost reminiscent of a tuning fork, the spearhead a deep olive green engraved with images of grasshoppers and cicadas—and she hummed under her breath, calling to her the spirits of springtime, of leaping insects, spirits of the air and of the canopies.
She activated the spell and sprang twenty feet up into the air. Emma landed neatly on a branch, rocking briefly for balance before righting herself. Her copper earrings and wrist bangles jingled and jangled from the motion, and she paused to fix her long curly hair, kept in check only by the large, decorative ivory comb she wore, stylized to resemble a jumping spider.
Emma Rose was a springheel witch, and she dressed for mobility above all else—not just in her clothing, but in the spirits she draped around herself. Now with her height advantage, Emma scanned the forest, mind abuzz and coppery-brown eyes glittering with excitement and curiosity. She was no stranger to the rainforest, of course, but she'd never been to this part of the jungle. The murderously steep cliffside to her right was part of a mountain she didn't even quite recall the name of.
She was also playing it safe for another reason. Emma was here to catch an infamous bounty—Vivi, a red-haired sorceress infamous for her arrogance and her talent for pretending to be a bimbo to lull her enemies into a false sense of security.
But she'd also seen lamia tracks recently.
