Avemae had to sleep on her belly that night, her bottom and hips far too sore for her to put any weight on it, silk sheets or not. She didn't bother with her night dress or even throwing the comforter over herself. Less because they would be rough on her thoroughly fucked ass, more because that hard of a fuck left her boneless and lazy, drifting off to sleep the moment Tyrus left her alone and her chin hit her pillow.
She startled awake the next morning with a sharp squeal when the mage slapped her bruised bottom right where he had left his handprint last night. Her heart thumped hard as she jolted wide awake, glancing over her shoulder to assess the threat awaiting her -- a grinning mage, still pleased with himself. His smug expression made the nude huntress groan with irritation, turning away and burying her face back in her pillow. "Asshole," she complained in her heavy accent, barely muffled.
"Just a proud fan of yours," Ty replied easily, and a second later she could feel his weight on the bed as he climbed up on it on one knee. "We really need to get on the road," he said a bit more softly, running a hand gently along her back. His touch left goosebumps in its wake; the draenei huntress gave a soft shiver at the sensation, closing her eyes and considering how good five more minutes of sleep might feel after her rude awakening. The slap really had shocked her wide awake, and part of her realized she didn't want her
five more minutes
for the comfort of sleep.
She really didn't want to go imp hunting. It wasn't that she expected it to be difficult -- where one imp showed up, one could expect to find a full baker's dozen at minimum. Simply put, Avemae didn't trust the innkeeper. Any small group of adventurers could come along and put down a horde of imps without any trouble. It wasn't the sort of work that should pay gold coins. Even a
single
piece of gold would be too much for clearing out an imp infestation.
"I don't want to," she muttered, muffled by her pillow. Ty scooted a bit closer to her, his hand sliding over the small of her back and gently passing over the bruise on her buttocks. Her asshole clenched as his fingers neared it, but he passed right over it to gently slip his fingers over her cunt, already damp from the feeling of his hand sliding over her back. The pillow muffled her groan. "It's a bad idea, Tyrus," she said, finally lifting her head just enough to mumble coherently, at the same time lifting her hips and spreading her knees just so. She gave him full and immediate access to her purple pussy without care or thought, once again proving her (literally) horny nature and extremely casual approach to sex.
"I know," he told her as he shifted a bit closer, leaning down and using his other hand to draw her hair away from her nape. Once it was bared, he leaned down to kiss her neck, starting to slowly finger her tender cunt. When he whispered, his warm breath on the damp spot of her neck made her shiver again. "We have to. I'll let you pick the next job," he promised her. She closed her eyes and bit down on her plump bottom lip, trying to compartmentalize and keep her mind focused.
Her voracious hunger won out. "Shut up," Avemae murmured, making to rub the side of her tail against where Ty's crotch should have been; she found he already had it out, thick and hard and ready to squeeze inside her again. "And this time, get the right hole or it'll be your arse up next."
"Gladly," the human mage assured his party member with benefits before diving cock first into her ready and waiting pussy, beginning their morning pre-questing quickie. Her lifted hips quickly fell to the bed with its force, a long and loud groan working its way through her throat. Ty's hands fell to the bed on either side of her, propping him up as he began to dick down the huntress' prone body, the impact of his hips against her bruised ass making her squeal out on occasion. Not that she wanted him to stop for even a moment; she curled her fingers into the bedsheets just as hard as she curled her toes (she just loved that expression, nevermind the fact she didn't have any toes), sure that she was on her way to another fast orgasm.
Not that she had any intention of letting Ty get the better of her again. Though she had to squeeze her eyes shut and fight the intense distraction ravaging her cunt, she pulled a move only a draenei woman could use. Biting down on her bottom lip to force her mind into focus, she wrapped her tail around the base of Tyrus' cock and squeezed it tight. The human mage immediately grunted in surprise, the rhythm of his next few thrusts going off-kilter. She let go of her bottom lip, grinning in immediate and immense satisfaction. It was the first time she did it to Ty, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
She lost her grin a moment later when he doubled down, gasping out in surprise as Ty abandoned his prior pace in favor of something far more wild and primal. "Fuck," she groaned, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the combination of her sore, bruised ass acting as a cushion for Ty's bouncing pelvis and his cock pleasuring her increasingly sodden cunt. The huntress' pride demanded that he not get the better of her two fucks in a row, and to that end Avemae needed to pull out all the stops against him. She all but shoved her face into her pillow and bit down on it, working her cunt's muscles in time with his flow. All her flexing quickly paid off, deepening the mage's breath and making his grunts come more quickly and far more rawly.
Either one of them would cum any second now, as every trick in Avemae's repertoire amped the experience for her as well, however indirectly. There was one more she could pull on him, an ace in the hole, a hail mary. She lifted her hips just an inch and pressed back against her party member while he fucked her, not for any more leverage but to coil her tail just a little more around his member, and then another. When she had him
exactly
how she wanted him, she slid its tip down between his balls and tickled them with its very tip. His next grunt was colored by his sudden surprise.
It became a surprised groan when a moment later, she ended up tickling the cum right out of his cock and balls as his final thrust bottomed out inside of her. The purple-skinned woman grinned like a victorious fool, practically beaming when she heard him cuss out behind her. "Shit," he moaned as he filled her womb with his thick, hot cum. As he began to pull away and his spill started to coat her slick fucktunnel as well, her grin evaporated. She shivered, ducking her head and pushing her hips back against him as she stopped resisting her body's aching need to cum, pleased and smug with herself.
She had won. "Yeah," she began to growl, but it gave way to a moan in short order, her hips bucking thoughtlessly. Their motion gave way to convulsions throughout her legs, a shudder passing up her spine that made her toss back her head and cry out at her final release, its noise sharp and loud in response to Ty. As the waves and undulations of her orgasm passed, she sank back down to the bed and buried her head back in the pillow, once again limp and relaxed and really...
"Five more minutes," she mumbled, muffled and in new need of a nap.
Both she and Ty gave a small jolt when a small fist on the other side of the wall slammed on it, screaming out at them. "WOULD YOU QUIET DOWN? I KNOW THIS IS GOLDSHIRE, BUT HAVE SOME DECENCY!"
Ty groaned behind her. Avemae wasn't sure what made her giggle; the gnome's fury or the mage's post-nut demure. She laid very still for a moment, then began to lift her hips. Once she felt Ty's softening cock begin to slide out of her, she rolled over and lifted one of her hooved legs, giving a small wince as her bruised and battered butt pressed into the bed's mattress. Now facing Ty, she spread her legs and spread her lips in an equally lewd smile, eyes rife with perverse amusement. "Well," she said in her thick accent, "why don't you go ahead and have some decency? Missionary is 'decent', yes?"
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A darkness hung around the abandoned mausoleum. Abandoned mausoleums were not an uncommon sight in the Eastern Kingdoms, but abandoned mausoleums far removed from
anything
else were. There was nothing but woods and hills for miles around the crypt the innkeeper was paying them to clear out. Usually mausoleums were in graves or on properties.
Avemae gave Ty a look. They weren't in the Darkwood and there was not a cloud in the sky above them. It should not have been dark at all. He simply spread his hands in a helpless gesture to her, equal parts a shrug of his hands as a somatic gesture for his spell. An orb of light spun into existence above his head, then split into two. One of them floated over to Avemae. The magical lights orbited their heads, creating just enough illumination for the two of them to work with. "We need the money," he reminded her, another gesture spinning fire to life in his palm. "Let's get it over with."
"We're making him pay double," Avemae told the mage tartly, "even
if
it just ends up being imps. Even if." Ty didn't argue, and a moment later the two were entering the eerie building, noting its foreign architecture. Whomever or whatever built the crypt had no association with the Alliance; the entrance and each open archway they found were sized for someone who would dwarf even the tallest male draenei or transformed worgen. The pillars that held the building up were slim and jagged, too slim and jagged to reasonably support the building that relied on them. It was a strangeness that stood out more and more to them as they cleared each successive floor of imps.
If the innkeeper had just stated the sheer
volume
of imps they were to kill to earn their pay, Avemae wouldn't have had her reservations about the quest. The horde seemed to be unending. Wave after wave of them seemed to come out of the darkness their magical orbs didn't light, if not doing more improbable things like squeezing out of cracks in the stone tiles beneath their feet. Ty's fire and arcane missiles filled the air alongside Avemae's arrows, her expert marksmanship equally deadly to his mastery of magic. They barely had time to breathe, much less talk -- or remind each other of how odd this job was, or how they really needed the money.
A small blessing to them both.
The thirteenth floor was different-- a small, single chamber, unlike the sprawling mess each preceding floor had been. Opposite of the rounded, unnecessarily difficult stairs they had descended was a swirling green portal, an imp just bouncing out of it as Ty's boots and Avemae's hooves hit the floor. It shrieked and rose its hands, summoning a firebolt that fizzled a moment later when one of Avemae's arrows took it in the throat. Though another imp was already passing through the portal to the Twisting Nether, it gave them time to survey the room.
